My name is Jennifer, but everybody calls me Jenny. Bill, my husband, and I started dating
in high school, and continued to date until we graduated. We were sexually active from the
second date. I wasn’t what I’d consider easy. Most boys didn’t even get to first base
until the third or forth date. I was aware that Bill had a kinky side, but it didn’t
bother me all that much.
By kinky, I mean he liked to show me off to his buddies and even to strangers. Things
like lifting my shirt or pulling my top down, to show off my boobs. I was always self
conscious of my breasts, because to me they were too small and looked funny. My nipples
are puffy and breasts are cone shaped, but that didn’t deter Bill. He showed then to every
man that seemed interested. I was a late bloomer that didn’t bloom all that much. Until I
was sixteen, I had the body of a little boy. At twenty, I had the body of a thirteen year
old girl.
One night just a few months before we got married we went to a Forth of July fireworks
show. As usual Bill packed a lot of beer in a cooler. We ran into an old friend of
Bill’s and he sat with us on our blanket and helped us drink the beer. I don’t even
remember his name. After the fireworks there was still beer left and good old Bill was
never one to save some for later. We ended up at the lake and Bill’s friend went with us.
While Bill and I made out in the front seat of the car, the guy sat in the back and
watched us. I felt a flash of embarrassment when Bill took my shirt off. It wasn’t long
before Bill had me out of and bent over the trunk of the car. While Bill screwed me the
guy watched us. I was terribly embarrassed, but I didn’t say anything. By that time it
was too late anyway, because both Bill and I were too hot to stop.
I was working as a bank teller while Bill drove a city delivery truck. After we were
married Bill kept showing me off to anybody we happened to run across. Often he would have
me model lingerie for his friends. Over time, Bill had became more and more brazen with
our sexual activities, and on several occasions he would have sex with me with his buddies
watching. After a while I stopped being embarrassed and went with the flow. It was a
miracle that my employer didn’t find out about me being exhibited all over the county. I
would have been fired because bankers are a stuffy lot.
I guess Bill had what you would call a low libido, because he needed something extra to
get his motor running. I took what I could get, even if it meant having an audience. He
would put on a show for his friends every couple of months when the mood suited him. We
never talked about it. He never mentioned it and neither did I. It just got to be a part
of our routine. We had been married nearly a year, and during that time none of his
friends ever touched me. It was a rule that abruptly changed one night.
“Jenny, I’m home,” I heard him call. He was late, but I knew he was going to be out with
friends drinking. “Come on out here and say hello to my new friend, Toby.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I called back. I had just gotten out of the bath and was
wearing my old quilted robe. I assumed that it was going to be another show time for his
new friend. It was okay with me, because I was horny, and because Bill hadn’t touched me
for several days. Like I said, I took what I could get, when I could get it. Toby turned
out to be a large black man, which was odd because I hadn’t even known Bill knew a black
person.
“Hi ,Toby,” I said. Bill and Toby were sitting on the couch in the living room of our
small apartment. “I’m Jenny.” Toby was a very large man with his head shaved and shining
in the light. He grinned and nodded at me.
“You want a beer?” Bill asked. His words were slurred.
“No, Honey, there’s some wine in the fridge,” I answered. I was a little pissed, because
when Bill drank a lot, which apparently he had, he couldn’t get it up, or keep it up if he
happened to get an erection. It was shaping up to be another night of his fumbling
attempts and going to sleep before I even got aroused. I got a glass of wine and went back
to the living room.
“I was telling ol’ Toby that you have the prettiest tits in this part of the country,”
Bill said stumbling over ‘prettiest’ “Why don’t you show him your titties?”
“Why don’t you just go to bed, Bill?” I snapped. This was going to be another dry run for
sure.
“’Cause I was goina show Toby what a great body you have, Jenny.” Bill’s head was bobbing
around like it was on a spring. He wasn’t even going to make it to the bedroom. “Open your
robe and show him your pretty tiny tits.” I wasn’t about to show Toby anything, because I
knew there was nothing in it for me. Toby watched Bill with an amused expression on his
face.
“I would like to see them,” Toby said in a surprising soft voice for such a large man.
“Bill’s been braggin’ on them all night.”
“How do you know Bill?” I asked. “You have a last name?”
“ Brown, Toby Brown. Just met him tonight at a bar. He was fucked up when I met him, but
he kept on bragging about his beautiful wife, so I had to see for myself. Besides he
couldn’t drive, so I brought him home. He was right on the money. You are beautiful,
Jenny.”
“Thank you, Toby,” I said. “And thanks for bringing him home.”
“Don’t I get a reward for bringing the lush home?”
“I suppose,” I said. “What would you consider a proper reward?”
“A real good look at that luscious body would be a good start,” he said with a big grin.
“Bill said you did lingerie modeling.”
“Not like a professional model,” I said. “Just here at home sometimes.”
“Okay,” he said. “That would work for me.” I did owe the big guy for bringing Bill home,
so I figured why not. Modeling always got me hot, and I thought that might be a good start
to my night with my trusty dildo.
I went and changed out of that old ratty robe into a white teddy. By the time I got back
to the living room, Bill was passed out. I put some music on the stereo and began to model
for Toby. At Toby’s insistence I changed into another little number. When I returned, Toby
applauded. I made sure to give him a tit flash a couple of times as I paraded around.
There was something sexy and taboo about showing off for a black man. Bill was there, but
he wasn’t really there. He was out of it, snoring loudly.
“Nice, Jenny,” Toby said. “More please.”
I make a couple more changes. The last one was a red bra and panty set. I didn’t bother
with the garter because I didn’t want to dig out my red hose.
“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Toby said when I came into the room. “Girl you look
like a million dollars.” I don’t know why I took such delight in his opinion of what I
looked like, but I did. I blushed at his words of praise. I strutted around the room and
came back in front of where he sat. “Am I going to get a good look at your tits?” he
asked. I reached back and undid the bra. This was what Bill brought him home for, wasn’t
it? I let the bra drop and tossed it away. I could almost feel the heat from his eyes as
he stared at my boobs. I’ve always gotten a thrill when some man looked at me, but this
was certainly more than a thrill. I felt a well-known tingle in my groin.
“Show me the rest of you,” Toby said in his soft voice. I think it was then that I knew
for a certainty that Toby was not just a watcher. I knew in my heart that that black man
was going to have sex with me while my husband sat snoring in a drunken stupor. I eased
the panties down a little at a time. For some reason I got a kick out of teasing this big
black man. I knew without having to look, that my outer labia was swollen and puffy.
“Come here, girl,” Toby said. I kicked the panties off and slowly approached the man.
My heart was racing and my mouth was dry. Toby pulled me down onto his lap. “Have you
ever fucked a black man?” he asked. I shook my head. “You are about to, you know.” I
nodded my head. Yes, I did know. He had his big paw on my breast, toying with my puffy
nipple, which felt like it was about to explode. “I’m going to stick my hard black cock
in your pussy and fuck you ‘til you beg me to stop. Do you want that?” As my answer to
the question, I spread my legs to give him access to me. He chuckled as he ran a finger
between my pussy lips. “Nice and wet for ol’ Toby ain’t you?” His finger and thumb found
my extended clitoris, and he grasped it and tugged. I nearly jumped from his lap. It was
like an electrical surge went through me. I was moaning loudly. I glanced over at Bill,
who didn’t even twitch at the racket I made. Toby stuck a finger in my wet pussy,
keeping his thumb on my button. I had a small orgasm.
“You are some kind of hot Mama, Jenny,” Toby said. “I’m going to love fucking you, and I
think now is the time.” He stood up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I pointed the
way to the bedroom where he gently deposited me on the bed. “You want to see what you’re
about to get?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice husky. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. He undid his
belt and let his pants fall. He was wearing a pair of red briefs with a huge bulge. He
quickly removed the briefs, displaying the largest penis I had ever seen. It was almost
twice as big as Bill’s dick. “Oh my God,” I said, unaware until he grinned at me, that I
spoke aloud.
“You’re gonna love this piece of meat,” Toby said with a grin as he approached the bed.
“And I’m gonna love you loving it.” Then Toby did something that no man had ever done to
me. He licked and nibbled my pussy, sending me into one whimpering orgasm after another.
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