Hot Times!

by jayunbroken

This was largely true at my house when she had a small audience and everyone was of similar inclination. And when she got particularly sassy, you never knew where it would go. Of course she was sassy a lot which made my living room particularly appealing to some of my buddies. They were appreciative and she loved that so it was a win-win for those interested.

She didn’t leave this story on her laptop this time, but this was most likely one of the times when played her little “crumb game.”

She would “accidentally“ drop some cookie crumbs down her top and show a guy with her on the couch her problem and see if he was interested in helping her clean up. They might have to look very closely as sometimes her having “problems“ was a stretch such as this almost non existent issue.

That suited her even more.

Some simple clean fun that might be enjoyable for both parties. Being the perv voyeur, I would get almost as much of a blast watching it as I would if I were the one participating.

Plus it really got her going which I would definitely benefit from later.

When most people see my face, see how I dress, how I act... well, they think I’m a certain type of girl. The good girl. The family girl... and when I blush at things... “oh that’s so cute.” If they only knew me... the real me... the me I wanted to get to know.

It started back when I was in college. I was dating and having fun, but not too much fun. My mom was very adamant about me not having too much fun, like so many girls she knew back when she went to college.

My roommate... now she was having a lot of fun. The type my mom warned me about before I left for college. I was never envious. She did her thing; I did mine. That was until the night she brought him home.

Sure we shared a room, but the guys never minded doing her, even if I was still there in bed. Sometimes I walked in, and quickly left; sometimes I was asleep in bed.

I’m a light sleeper, so she often woke me up, and I watched her having her fun more than once. Sure, she’d try to tell the guys to be quiet, but it never mattered, nor did they seem to pay any attention. I think they got off on having an audience, or maybe they thought they'd hit the jackpot, and I’d wake up and want to join them.

I never wanted to join them. Sure, it was a turn-on that would fuel my own personal masturbation sessions later, but nothing worth mentioning... until that night.

That Special Friend

It was about two-thirds of the way through the semester when she brought home another guy while I was in bed, trying to sleep. I hadn’t fallen asleep yet, and decided to watch instead of getting up and leaving. With the blanket pulled up around my head, no one could see me, or so I hoped.

They were making out fairly heavily, so they weren’t paying attention to me. It was the first time, though, that she had brought a black guy back to the room with her. Not that I cared, it’s just she had never done that before... something that I’m sure would give my mom an aneurysm if I brought one home.

He was well built, from what I could tell, but that wasn’t uncommon. What got me so excited was seeing his dick as she pulled his pants down. Even in the low light, I could see his size. I watched as my friend sucked his cock the best she could, but was only able to fully get his head into her tiny mouth. She used both hands to stroke that beast until he came in her mouth.

She normally wouldn’t let a guy, but when she was really turned on, she didn’t care. And tonight, she was clearly turned on, even more than usual.

As soon as he shot his load, he picked her up, and placed her on the bed. He quickly got her out of her pants and dove his face between her legs. Of all her boyfriends, and mine, this was the first one I saw go down on either of us without us asking... no begging... college guys just don’t do that. But he was happy to.

And while she normally warned her lovers to be quiet, she didn’t care. She was soon screaming like a banshee as she came all over his tongue.

That didn’t stop him. He kept tonguing her until he slid up her body, her legs over his shoulders, and pushed his man meat into her soaking wet pussy. She cried out as he opened her like no other man ever had, and she told him like that. It was a scream of both joy and pain, and she wanted it all.

I watched as he pulled back, and then pushed in, and back. No guy could be that long... could they? His hips moved incredible distances, and she moaned as he slid in and out of her.

I found my hand moving between my legs, till I was rubbing my clit, biting my lip, hoping they didn’t catch me. It was tough as I imagined what she was feeling. I wanted to feel it myself, but I couldn’t dare... I was a good girl after all.

I leaned in, and came, imagining how much fun it could be to be a bad girl.

The next morning, he was still there, and I saw for myself how long he could be. He wasn’t shy about walking around our dorm naked, nor should he be. My roommate fucked him, and several other black guys the rest of the term. I got to see a lot more, and while I built up the courage to touch a black cock for the first time, that was all I did.

As for my roommate, she flunked out of college. I guess those guys were just too much fun for her... and for me... well, my boyfriend asked me to marry him once we graduated. And that’s exactly what we did.

Early Years of Marriage

My first few years of marriage were good... but not great. I had always hoped that what I found lacking in our dating life would be corrected in our marriage, but unfortunately I was still finding myself sexually unsatisfied.

I hate to admit it, I’m not that type of girl, but soon I found myself trying to find satisfaction in the arms of another man... then another... and another.

I wasn’t looking for love, just fun. I sneaked around, and while the sneaking was fun, I was still unsatisfied. Most of the men were like my husband. Sure, some were a little larger than my 5-inch husband, and some were even smaller. But none were like the studs I saw my former roommate with. For her, that was more than enough, and it is what I desired.

I found myself thinking about a big black stud while I took a bath one night. As I rubbed myself, I had my first real orgasm of any consequence in my married life. The next evening, I took a long way home, to the next town over where they had a naughty adult book and toy store.

I think I was blushing the entire time I was in there, especially as I looked for my first toy. As I walked up and down the aisle, I saw all different types, sizes and colors. I was hoping to find something specific, and towards the end of the aisle, I found it. It was in with several other chocolate-brown colored dildos, and was over 10 inches long, twice as long as my husband.

From that night on, I snuck out my toy whenever I could. I still was stepping out on my husband, but nothing satisfied me like my black toy.

As my husband started working nights, it allowed me to have more time with my lovers, and every time I’d come home and pull out my black boy toy, and satisfy me like my lovers couldn’t.

Going Online

A few nights later I was looking for the type of porn I might like and ran across Tumblr. I found lots of black on white porn. Sometimes it was one on one, sometimes a black stallion was satisfying two cheap sluts at once. I have to admit, it all turned me on, and with my toy buried in my pussy, I came to a lot of the porn multiple times a night. The only thing it didn’t get me was the feeling of that cum squirting inside of me, and running down my legs.

As I kept watching, I found dirtier and dirtier porn. Poor husbands watched as their wives were finally pleased by that big black cock. I watched wives taking on multiple black lovers. Sometimes it was in a train of cock, sometimes it was at the same time.

I found a long video of a tiny white girl getting pounded by an entire group of guys and fantasized it was me. I used my toy for so long that night I barely got any sleep before heading into work.

I started sharing my fantasy, but not photos of me. I’m sure no one I knew would be on a site like this, but still, I was nervous.

The New Year

My husband had to work on New Year’s, and I found an old friend I’d hook up with. I met him a little after 8:30 at a bar close to his apartment, and by 9 o’clock, he was undressing me in his bedroom.

I spread my legs nice and wide, and had him plow me as deep as he could. It wasn’t bad; it just wasn’t good. And as I left his apartment by 10 that night, I was texting another of my lovers. I had never been with two guys in one night, but I was bound to make the change tonight.

He was at a party, but still willing to hook up. I went over, and we did it in a bedroom of someone’s house I didn’t know. It was kind of hot doing it with a bunch of people just outside the door. I could hear them as he thrust in and out of me.

“That was great,” he said, pulling out of me, but I just gave a noncommittal grunt before heading out to the party.

I figured since I was there, I might as well stay. Midnight would come soon, and I’m sure I could find someone to kiss.

I got a beer and was talking to a few people. I soon danced with a young black man. The entire time I kept wondering what was in his pants, and wishing I had taken him to the room with me. I wanted to... I just had never... connected with someone so quickly... the thought of what people thought held me back.

When I went home, I imagined myself being with him when I was with my toy. I was cumming so hard, I didn’t even hear my husband come home early.

He watched me as a masturbated with my big toy, which he didn’t even know I had. He thought I was a good girl who didn’t do things like that.

“I’ve just been missing you so much,” I lied. “I needed to feel something while I thought about you... we never... you know... any more it seems.”

He quickly thought I was complaining, and promised to do better as he stripped off his clothes, and jumped into bed. His “rock-hard” five-inch dick sticking out.

“You sure you want to... after I was just...”

He climbed on top of me. I wondered if he would be doing the same thing if he knew I had just fucked two other guys and was lusting after a third.

My fake orgasms are getting better, and I don’t think he knew how little I felt of him. Regardless, he felt like a stud, and that’s what matters, I guess.

As my husband rolled over, I made my New Year promise to myself. I was going to put myself out there more, find a black lover to fuck... and then another... and another, until I found myself fulfilled.

As my husband slept, I posted on Tumblr, asking if I should post more of myself, with my cute little face smiling at the camera, and all the naughty things I wanted to do with a black stud.

The results came back quickly. Those who saw my post wanted more from me, not just sharing what I liked.

Several guys sent in dick pics thinking they were studs, but most of them were... we’ll let’s just say they were lacking. Even some of the black guys would leave me wanting. Sure, some were great, and I looked at them when I masturbated, but it’s hard - pardon the pun - to get a good dick pic.

Who Caught my Eye... and More

I got the pic a day or two later. “Something for you to dream about,” he said with confidence. I looked at it, and it was different from the others. A pale white girl was under his manhood. You could tell she was naked, or topless at least, although that wasn’t the focal point. Her licking his manhood, which was the length of her face... now that was something.

Not only did I have a nice-looking dick to stare at, I could tell others loved it. And for a girl, there’s always something about seeing what another girl has that makes us want it more.

As I looked at her tongue snaking around the head, I wished I was her, and found my panties getting wet. I ran to the bathroom to get myself off, knowing I’d have to wait till I got home for the real fun with my toy... but not before I thanked him for such a magnificent piece of meat... I mean a nice photo.

“I have more,” he messaged back.

“Same girl, doing the same thing?”

He sent me another photo. This was clearly a different girl, as she was tanner, and a little chubby, but in a good way. His cock lay across her belly, about to penetrate her, and he was showing how deep it was going to reach inside of her.

I was so envious, and ended up writing to him at work most of the day it seemed. He sent me a few more photos, and a caught his face in the mirror of one. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t say from where. Maybe I was just imagining it... wanting it.

At the Gym

I was on the stair machine working out, listening to the iPhone through my earbuds. Truth be told, I was listening to porn, hearing a girl getting pounded. Those sounds motivated me to be the best fucking machine I could be.

A ding let me know that I'd got a message on Tumblr from the guy I’d been messaging.

“I love doing cardio too. I’ve got a different method. Want to see?”

“Yes,” I sent back right away.

It took a minute, but he sent a video of him pounding a blonde girl with nice tits. I wish I had those tits, but my ass it to die for. I guess it’s all the stair machine I do. “I’d much rather do cardio that way.”

“Then we should leave, and work out together,” he messaged me. Then he sent me a photo of me working out on the stair machine.

I looked around. He was here at this gym. If I were going to make this real... now was the time.

As I was looking, he came up from behind and got on the machine next to me. It was him. It was really him. I was already a little wet listening to my porno... and now...

“So what are we still doing here?” he asked.

“I don’t know...” I said, melting into his eyes.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he said, holding out his hand.

“I’m all sweaty and nasty...”

“You’re going to get that way with me too. So let’s just go.”

I took his hand and followed him to the parking lot. He wasn’t too sweaty... just sexy-sweaty. I wanted him, and it was taking all of my self-control to keep from jumping into his arms and begging him to take me right there in the parking lot.

“Want to ride with me? Or follow me?”

“I’ll follow,” I said, knowing we would make it to his place if I was in the car with him, as I would jump onto him in an instant, and I didn’t need an arrest for public indecency... not how I want my husband to find out I’m a cheating little whore because he’s got a small dick.

At this place

His place was less than 10 minutes from there, but it felt like we drove for an hour. He was parked, and helped me out of my car, and led me to his front door. The house was small, but nice.

We walked in, and he pulled me inside, and pushed me against the wall. I was shocked, and then he kissed me with passion. I’ve been kissed before, but nothing like this.

As my hands went up his rock-hard abs, he went for my tits. They aren’t huge like some of the chicks he’s banged, but decent enough.

I then ran my hands down his chest, and to his pants, where I worked on pulling them down. As he had on gym shorts, it was easy to get them off, and have his man meat pop out. My mouth fell open. It was one thing to see it in photos, but there in front of me.

“You like?”

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned.

I reached out for it and stroked it. It was mostly hard and now was fully hard. There weren’t many dicks I played with that got hard that fast.

“Want a photo of you with it?” he asked, and I nodded. I handed him my phone when he asked for it, and he took a photo of two of me, licking it and sucking it.

“I think you want to do more than just suck on it. Don’t you?”

It wasn’t really a question. He moved to the sofa and sat down, his dick sticking straight up. I walked over to him, pulling my leggings down as best I could. I wasn’t sexy, but I was in heat, so I didn’t care. Naked from the waist down, I sat upon him, and fuck he was huge. It took some time for me to work myself down on it, and he was patient. I’m sure he wanted to push me down on it and open me up, but he let me take my time. I clearly wasn’t used to something this large; not even my toy was this big.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I had him about halfway inside of me. I looked down and saw him videoing me impaling myself upon his cock. I had never had a video taken of me fucking, but I didn’t stop him either. Part of me found it hot. Part of me didn’t care. I was going to put myself out there, and maybe this is one of the ways.

I moved up, before going back down trying to get more. He was already touching places I’ve never been touched before, and it felt so fucking good. I closed my eyes, and got the last little bit inside me.

“You’ve ruined me for my husband... you know he’ll never feel my pussy again.”

“Good,” he said before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. “You’re so fucking tight... but not for long.”

I rocked my hips, feeling him inside of me, moving back and forth.

As he opened me up, it let is move more, and I could really feel him.

He took my top off, tossing it aside. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to wear clothes around him. Not now, and probably not ever.

As a muscular man, I felt his chest. He picked me up from sitting on his lap simply by standing, then moved me to the sofa so my ass was sitting down. He laid me down without ever pulling out of me.

Lying down, he started fucking me harder and faster. I wasn’t moaning anymore. I was screaming with delight, fucking him back for all I was worth as I came all over his cock. I felt fucking fantastic, and he and his neighbors knew it.

As he shot his load inside of me, had my final orgasm for the night - or so I thought. My back arched pushing his cock even deeper, even more than I thought was physically possible.

I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me, and I held on to him tightly.

“Fuck that was hot,” I heard another voice say. It was female, and when I looked over, I saw a busty blonde chick. She was standing arm in arm with another black guy. I blushed and wanted to hide, but my lover kept me from it. He wanted to show off my naked and well-used body.

I wondered if she was the chick I saw him fucking earlier. Nah, she was with this other dude.

“I got to say, you’re hot, even if I’m a little disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

“Yeah,” she said, as she started to disrobe in front of us. “I wanted both of them at once. Now that’s a lot of fun. Am I right?”

I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

“Oh, this is your first time here?” I nodded, and she looked me over. “A new member of the white wives’ club, I see.”

“The what?”

She held up her ring finger, and on it was a nice rock for an engagement ring, and a decent-looking wedding band... much nicer than my plain band. I wondered whether I should feel guilty.

“These guys love fucking married white pussy. We’re like a little club, and we get a lot of dick from them. We call ourselves the White Wives Club.”

She was naked by now, and chuckling at herself.

I watched her walk up to the guy who had just fucked me, and she kissed him. I felt both envious, jealous, and slightly turned on.

It was at that point I realized I only knew his screen name. I didn’t even know his real name.

“Careful, looks like you’re leaking a little,” she said to me. Then she scooped some of his cum that was leaking from my pussy and brought it to her mouth.

“Always good to meet a fellow slut,” she said, before going back to her man. She unzipped his pants in front of all of us and started sucking his cock right there. She clearly didn’t mind the audience, and I was a little turned on watching her.