The room was dark, but there was more than enough light for me to see them clearly.
The black man and the white woman were both naked and engaged. I couldn’t say he was
mean, just rough and demanding. He used his cock as a weapon on the woman. Anything of
hers within reach was fair game. Nipples, labia, clit, or ass. He used her nipples to
reposition her and of course, she followed. His actions had to hurt, but she suffered in
silence.
When he told her to suck his cock, she did. When he told her to use her fingers on
her pussy or her ass, she did. It was a submissive/dominant or master/slave situation.
He wasn’t as well hung as some men I’ve seen, but he was bigger than me by at least
a couple of inches. The woman took his stiff cock deeply in her mouth when he told her
to. He chided her when he rammed it down her throat far enough to cause her to gag.
After enough of what he considered foreplay, he pushed her back and roughly spread
her legs open and back causing her pussy to gape open. He instructed her to put his cock
in her and she reached for his dick. She positioned it at the opening of her wet pussy and
he shoved it in her. That ended the silence. From that point on the woman became very
vocal.
The actual fucking was almost an anticlimax. Almost, but not quiet. He fucked her
in the missionary position for about ten hard, arduous minutes. During that time, it was
obvious she had several climaxes. Then using her hard swollen nipples he got her on her
knees and fucked her from behind. In the doggy position he rammed his cock in her for
nearly fifteen minutes giving her several more orgasms. She was still vocal, but not so
loud and there was more whimpering than actual words.
The man pushed her out of the way and he lay on his back. He ordered her to mount
him and she hurried to comply. In that position it was easier for me to see where they
were joined. His hard ebony rod deep in her white and pink cunt. His cum was leaking out
around his cock so it was obvious he had cum several times in her. She rose and fell on
his cock, her breathing ragged and I could see the sheen of sweat on both of them.
Suddenly the man announced he was coming and she increased the tempo for another few
minutes until he groaned and held her still. She was whimpering constantly by that time.
The woman was my wife and at last it was over. Or so I thought.
***
My wife Donna is approaching thirty-nine years of age. To be absolutely truthful,
Donna, is better looking and a lot more sexy than she was at nineteen and she was a
knock-out back then. Nineteen was her age when we got married. In case you can’t or don’t
want to do the math it’s twenty years of wedded bliss.
Okay, not every day was blissful, but most were. Like every married couple, we had
our ups and downs. The fact that Donna couldn’t conceive a child was a real downer. That
took a lot of work to get around, but because we loved each other we did work around the
problem. A few weeks short of our second anniversary we adopted a little six year old
mixed-race boy. Donna insisted we keep his given name which is Gideon. We gave Gideon our
last name which is Decker. My name is Todd Decker.
Gideon’s mother was apparently white and his father a black man and he got the best
of both races. Even to a manly man like myself, he was handsome. He wasn’t very dark
skinned and his hair was more curly than kinky. His big brown eyes seemed to be something
the girls all liked because he never lacked for feminine company; not after he discovered
the difference in boys and girls and liked the difference.
I started buying condoms for him long before he left for college. I also made sure
he knew all the facts of life that I knew and what I could get from books. Gideon knew he
wanted a military career very early in life. He signed up for ROTC before he even got to
the college campus.
Gideon finished his last year at college and had enlisted in the Marine Corp and he
was off somewhere learning how to kill the enemy. Since Gideon had been the center of
Donna’s and my universe, we had a hard time with the empty nest syndrome when he left for
college.
Not long after we got married, I started my own printing business. The business
took off and afforded the three of us a comfortable living. I was smart enough or lucky
enough to recognize the warning signs and I sold out before personal computers put a major
hurting on the printing business.
On the advice of a close friend, I invested the money from the business sale in a
computer business and again I got lucky and it took off. The result of our good luck put
Donna and me in a very good financial position.
Donna and I enjoyed a great sex life from day one. She was creative and adventurous
in bed. There was nothing a man and a woman could do that she didn’t enter into with
gusto. She discovered even while we were still dating, that she loved to get and give oral
sex. Donna was the one who initiated anal sex. She read about it in some trashy book and
had to try it. She found she liked getting hosed in her ass and it became part of our
regular sex.
At a time when most of her peers were settling into early middle age, Donna wasn’t
having anything to do with it. She started working out at least once a week and ran nearly
every day. As a result Donna had a firm, but not hard body. As I said, she actually
looked better than she had as a teenager. At thirty-nine, she could pass for a woman ten
or more years younger.
Since I wasn’t actually employed, I started teaching as a substitute teacher mostly
to have something to do instead of for the income. Donna kept busy with her clubs and her
civic organizations.
The year Gideon left for college, Donna and I took our first actual vacation. We
went to the Caribbean and had a great time. Donna looked damned good in her tiny bikini.
One she would not be caught dead in at home.
I mentioned that Donna was an adventurous person and it seemed I was always
discovering new things about my wife. For example, last year we took a motoring trip. We
packed and left with no particular destination in mind. It was a fun trip. That was when
my suspicions about Donna being an exhibitionist were proved to be true. I convinced her
to take off her shirt and bra and flash the truckers we passed. From the blaring air
horns, the drivers seemed to enjoy the show.
It didn’t surprise me that Donna would flash her tits, but what did surprise me was
how much it turned her on. She insisted, even demanded that I pull off at the next rest
stop where she attacked me.
It had been a long time since we tried fucking in a car, but it is like riding a
bike. We got it figured out and did the deed. The people parked on either side of seemed
to enjoy the show. It embarrassed me a little, but Donna just waved at them as I hurriedly
drove off.
She was a willing participant in flashing for the rest of the trip. Our trip took
us to the coast of the Gulag of Mexico. One night we were in a beachfront motel and I
fucked her in front of the large picture window with the curtain opened. Several people
came by and some more than once. Later I took her naked out onto the balcony and made her
stand with her beautiful tits on display to the people walking along the beach.
Anytime we went to a bar or a lounge, I insisted Donna dress sexy and even
sluttish. She would dance with any men who ask her and she was felt-up more times than we
could count. It was a fun trip and highly erotic for both of us.
***
Over the years, I occasionally would bring porn home for us to watch. Donna would
watch with me, but mainly because she wanted to be there when my dick got hard. Most of
the time Donna watched with a slightly amused expression. Then one day something odd
happened.
I had left my car in the school staff parking lot , but I failed to lock it. I was
driving a nondescript Japanese import that looked like several other teachers’ vehicles.
It always amused me that the students all drove better cars than the teachers. I had bus
monitor duty so I was one of the last teachers to leave school that afternoon.
I left the parking lot and was driving home when I noticed a box on the passenger’s
seat. At the next traffic light I had to stop, I opened the box and saw about a bunch of
disks in cases. None had any writing or labels. On closer examination, I saw they were
DVD’s and not CD’s. I realized, since I wasn’t expecting any movies, that someone had
made a mistake and got the wrong car.
I knew they were not meant for me, but I was curious about them. Donna wasn’t at
home when I got there and I put one of the disks in my player. Holy Shit! I was shocked
speechless. There on the TV screen was the rankest fuck flick I had ever seen. It was
obvious from the camera shake, poor lighting, and unscripted chatter that it wasn’t a
professionally made movie.
When I got over my shock, I started paying attention to the actors. I recognized
the boy’s basketball coach first. Then I recognized one of the teachers. The coach was
black and the teacher was white and the color contrast was startling and arousing. That
episode lasted about thirty minutes then another white female teacher was soundly fucked
by Coach Mills. The disk had four different white women, all teachers, being serviced by
Coach Mills.
I was watching the last session on the disk and I hadn’t realize I wasn’t alone.
Donna had come in and was standing behind me.
“I know her!” were the words that alerted me to the fact I wasn’t alone. “That’s
Jackie Simmons! Where did you get that…that…whatever it is?” I also knew Jackie Simons.
Jackie was one of the freshman girl’s teachers. “And that’s Coach Mills!” Donna said.
Donna came around the couch and sat beside me. We both watched the coach finish
fucking Jackie Simmons. I had never see Donna so enthralled in a porn flick. I wasn’t sure
if it was the black and white aspect or the fact she knew both of the fuckers, but
something about it certainly captured her attention.
When that disk was finished, I put in another one. It was more of the same. Black
men, Coach Mills included, fucking a variety of white women. Most, but not all, taught at
the high school. Donna seemed to know some of the women.
“Who is that big guy?” Donna asked me. “The black guy with the gray hair?”
“Mister Graves, one of the janitors…custodial engineers, I mean. The chick he’s
fucking is Wilma Davis, a secretary in the school office. She always gave me the
impression her shit didn’t stink and there she is fucking a man twice her age.”
“Older and a different race,” Donna said. “His age doesn’t seem to slow him down
any, does it?” She was right because Graves was doing Wilma right and she seemed to enjoy
it a lot. The final scene was his big black cock falling out of her sloppy pussy and a
stream of cum gushing out.
“Okay, enough of this for a while,” Donna said, her face flushed. “I’m going to
need some fucking to take the edge off.” She was already stripping her clothes off. I was
more than ready for some action so I welcomed the break.
The porn had Donna all cranked up and I couldn’t remember her being hotter. It
wasn’t the first time we used the sofa in the den for fun-time, but it was the hottest
fun-time ever. She fucked me through two orgasms and was working on my third. During one
brief rest period, I told her how I came into procession of the disks.
After it became obvious to her that there wasn’t going to be a fourth hard-on, we
settled down to watch some more. About half way through the third disk she started
laughing. I asked her what was so funny.
“Can you imagine the panic someone is feeling about now?” she said. “There is
enough here to cause a lot of people to lose their jobs if not their spouse. Someone,
maybe a lot of someone’s, are shitting bricks right now.”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” I said. She was right of course. Someone somewhere
was about to die from worry.
“Make a copy of these disks,” Donna said. I had the software and the hardware so I
started making copies. I wasn’t sure why I did, but Donna seldom steered me wrong. It
took several hours to make the copies. By the time I got to bed I was worn-out from the
work and the fucking.
“Now what am I going to do?” I asked my wife.
“You take the disks to school tomorrow,” Donna answered. “Someone will contact you
and you give them the disks.”
“And do I give them up?” I asked. “Do I say anything?”
“Of course you give them up,” Donna said. “They aren’t yours. I’ll bet you a
hundred dollars that the star of the shows will be the one to contact you.”
“Coach Tom Mills,” I said. “He did seem to be in a lot of them. What am I going to
do if Jackie Simmons or Wilma Davis offers me their bodies in exchange for the disks?”
“I’m not worried,” she said giggling. “I didn’t leave you with enough hard-on to
work with.”
“Hey, tomorrow is another day,” I said. “I’ll be ready for more pussy by then.” I
wasn’t so sure, but I was hopeful.
My smug little wife scooted close, kissed my lifeless dick then me, and rolled over
to sleep.
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