My wife’s first young lover
I know it wasn’t my husband Alan who put me in my present condition, but I hold him responsible. It was Alan who insisted that we take in a lodger to help with the mortgage and it was Alan who insisted on the lodger being a male.
Our lodger turned out to be a twenty year old foreign exchange student attending the local university from England named Jamal, who was black. It was also Alan who decided to have a vasectomy two years before following the birth of our second child; otherwise, I would have been on the pill.
It all started when Alan came dashing down the stairs one morning, blurting out, “God! You should have seen what I’ve just saw! He’s the answer
to a nymphomaniac’s prayers!” Alan went on to tell me that he’d just seen Jamal naked in the bathroom. Alan said that Jamal had the biggest cock he’d ever seen. “I bet he’d make you eyes water!” said Alan. “He’d have you on your knees begging for more.”
Then my heart skipped a beat. We were no longer alone. Alan was standing in the doorway, his eyes bulging as he took in the scene before him; his hand a blur as he jerked off his stiff cock. He had a dreamy, stupid look on his silly face. I could see he was quite happy with the situation.
Jamal then rolled me over onto my knees and positioned my ass in the air.
With one quick thrust, he drove his cock into my oozing cunt. He’d seen Alan, and it made no difference to him. He didn’t pause a bit as he drove hard into my smoldering depths, making me gasp and arch my back. I don’t think Alan noticed that Jamal wasn’t wearing a rubber. Alan dropped to his knees and kept right on jerking off as he watched Jamal’s’ cock thrusting in and out of my gapping pussy. Jamal reach around and felt my swing tits, gently rolling and squeezing my nipples between this fingers as we fucked. I howled to another orgasm as he stiffened against me, his spunk filling my now overflowing pussy once again. My pussy made sucking, squelching noises as he rocked to and fro, his cock pistoning in and out, lubricated with our cum.
Finally, we collapsed on the bed, my cunt muscles involuntary contracting around his wilting shaft, milking the last drop of cum from his cock. Finally, Jamal’s cock disengaged from me with a liquid popping noise. We rolled over, writhing together as we kissed before coming to rest with Jamal lying beside me, gasping.
As we lay there, my hand went to his limp, sticky cock, trying to coax it back to life. I looked over at Alan, who was kneeling there with his eyes half closed and a blissful smile on his face. He was holding his limp cock, and his spunk was running down over his fingers. He’d seen everything and enjoyed it almost as much as Jamal and I. “That was great, darling. Did you enjoy it?” Alan asked with a wink. I winked back at him, and then bent down to lick Jamal’s soft cock until it started to grow hard again. The knob end looked raw and angry, and, as it burgeoned into its full-blown glory yet again. I felt joyful in the knowledge that I was about to get even more of this cock. I was already addicted.
Suddenly, Alan cried out in dismay. He finally realized that Jamal hadn’t been wearing a condom as we fucked. I’ll always remember the expression on Alan’s face as he stared at Jamal’s naked cock, which was slimy with our combined juices. I’m sure it will haunt Alan for some time, but it’s his own fault — he was the one who wanted to see Jamal fucking me.
His cock now hard and ready for more, Jamal rolled over and positioned himself between my legs. Without caring one bit, I lifted my hips and arched my back to accept Jamal’s cock back into my cunt as Alan ran out, a humbled, broken man. I felt too good to care about anything else as he sank his full length into me. As we fucked, I saw Alan come back in, and I knew everything would be all right. He had a wild look in his eyes as he jerked himself off in time with Jamal’s thrusts.
Jamal and I fucked through the night, and I didn’t even notice that Alan had crawled away and left us alone. The next morning on my way to the bathroom, I found Alan in the spare room, nursing his battered pride and a raging hard-on. I took pity on him by giving him a hand job as he fingered my oozing cunt. While holding Alan’s cock in my hand, I thought to myself how regretful it was that after seven years of fucking Alan, I never considered a cock bigger than his six inches. But now, after fucking Jamal, Alan’s cock
seemed so small and thin — and as far as I was concerned, utterly useless. Alan’s cock’s never even came close to giving me the kind of pleasure that Jamal’s could. Almost immediately, he began spunking all over my hand.
Alan and I talked it over, and I told him that if I was pregnant, I intended have the baby. He accepted it. Then I asked him if he would mind me only fucking Jamal from now on until he left to return to his country. Alan agreed, knowing he couldn’t compete with Jamal’s superior cock anyway. Alan asked if he would be allowed to watch and maybe even take a few photos with his Polaroid. I said he could if he wanted. I told him I didn’t care what he did as long as he didn’t interfere with my being fucked by Jamal.
Jamal slept with me every night for the next six months, and it was the
happiest time of my life. I didn’t even fuck Alan once during that
time. The only sex he got from me was jerking him off and an occasional blow job. He never complained though. He knew this was the only form of pleasure he would get from me.
When it was finally time for Jamal to go back home, my stomach was swollen with his child. It was a very tearful parting for me, but I had to stay with Alan and our two kids. I’m hoping that Jamal can return someday and provide the cock I’ve come to love so much.