Would you ever consider it?

from “The Big Four Ohhh!”

This excerpt comes from The Big Four Ohhh!


“Ohhh, it’s so big! So big. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck.” She was a little louder than usual, but still not exactly what you’d call loud. The kids were staying with their grandparents for the weekend again and we’d taken the opportunity to get a little more adventurous than usual in the bedroom. Presently I was hammering her from behind with my big cock. My big blackcock.

Yep, we were in fantasy mode and I was playing the role of her black stud. I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all. I actually loved fucking her doggie-style, it was one of my favourite positions. I loved to see my cock disappearing into her moist snatch. But we did it that way so rarely these days because it’s one thing to tell the kids Mommy and Daddy were just having a cuddle when I’m lying on top of her under the covers (and so they can’t see the ins and outs of what’s going on), but it would be a bit harder to explain why I’m banging away at her like a bitch and slapping her arse.

Of course, another reason I enjoyed this particular role-play was—

“Are you going to stick your big dick in my arse, you bastard? My husband always wants to fuck me in the arse, but I never let him. Only you. Only you, you big black stud.”

Yep, I enjoyed this role-play a lot.

Twenty minutes later, sweaty and exhausted, we lay on the bed in post-coital afterglow. I was on my back and she was on her side next to me with one arm and one leg draped over me as spunk dribbled out of her abused anus.

“You know,” she said, “we need to make the most of the next couple of weeks.”

“Why?”

“Well, we can’t keep doing this after my birthday, can we?”

“Why the hell not?”

“I’ll be forty!” she said with a tone that told me I was stupid for not knowing that.

“Oh, come off it,” I said. “Turning forty doesn’t mean you can’t have sex.”

“No. But you can’t have wild sex the way we just did—even when the kids are out of the house.”

“Why not? Don’t they say that women truly reach their sexual peak at around the age of forty? You telling me you can’t have wild sex when you’re at your sexual peak?”

“That’s rubbish. That whole sexual peak thing. It’s made up by middle-aged women desperate to hold on to their youth instead of growing old gracefully.”

“Even though all the studies that say that were done by men?”

“Then it’s just middle-aged men trying to get their wives to give it up a bit more and be a bit more adventurous in the bedroom.”

We went quiet for a while. She traced her fingernail around one of my nipples and I gently ran a finger up and down her spine.

“Ruth?”

“Yeah?”

“You really get off on this whole black-cock fantasy, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “You never complain.”

“No, I’m not complaining. Just…. I mean… Would you ever consider it? For real I mean?”

“No!”

“Because of the race thing?”

“No! Because I’m with you.”

“But if you weren’t with me. Or… I don’t know… If I gave you permissionor something? No comebacks. No recriminations.”

It was a few very long seconds before she answered. “I don’t know. Probably. Maybe. No. No, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“What about the other big fantasy of yours? The more-than-one thing?”

She shrugged again. “Would you be there? Would you be one of them?”

“If you wanted me to.”

Her eyes said yes but her mouth said, “No. No I couldn’t.”

We went quiet again. It was just after nine and had only just gotten dark outside. We’d been at the barbeque until almost eight and yes, Ruth had worn the yellow summer dress that she’d been adamant she couldn’t wear and yes, she had got a lot of admiring glances from the men there. Men of all ages. Including a couple of thickly built black guys that were serving the drinks and canapés. That was probably the reason we’d raced home as soon as it was polite to reasonably do so and spent the rest of the evening acting out Ruth’s black-cock fantasy.

“Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to say anything to anyone?”

“Of course.”

She nodded. Then a few seconds later said, “Sue’s done it with a black guy.”

“What? Sue? Jack’s Sue? Jesus? Does he know? Is that why you made me promise—”

“Shh. Dave, shush.” She held a finger to my lips. “Jack knows. In fact, Sue said that Jack set it up for her.”

“What? Why…? How come he never told me that?”

“Have you ever told him about any of the things we do?”

“Fair point. But… I mean… How come she told you? Is this a ‘girls tell each other everything’ thing?”

“No, nothing like that. She only told me the other week and she did it ages ago. We were talking about birthdays. My birthday. And she admitted that for her fortieth Jack arranged for the two of them to meet up with this black guy through some website or other and they spent the afternoon and evening fucking the living daylights out of her.”

“Wow.”

“She even showed me pictures. I hope her phone never gets stolen because if it does there’ll be photos of her sucking and getting fucked by a big black cock all over the internet. And I do mean big. The damn thing was huge. I surprised it was able to fit. In her mouth or in her—”

“Ruth!”

She shrugged again. “Just telling you what I saw. Anyway, it’s one thing for me to say I would go ahead and fuck someone else, but what about you? Do you think you could cope with me fucking another man? A black man? A black man with a huge cock? How would you feel seeing me split in two by nine inches of fuck-stick?”

She smiled coyly, snaked a hand down my body and wrapped her fingers around my fuck-stick which, remarkably given our earlier activities, had begun to re-harden.

“Hmm, feels like someone’s excited. You know, I don’t think I’m the only one who likes the idea of me getting fucked by a big black cock.” She lifted her head from my chest and moved lower, ready to take me in her mouth. “Think you’ve got another one in you? For me? You big black stud, you.”

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