A Husband's Wish

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Abby's body began to betray her in small, subtle ways as Steve continued to literally nibble away at her defenses. She wanted to catch Burt's eye, let him know that she wanted to leave, but Steve kept her turned away. To be fair, it might just be circumstance, but...

"Ohh... "

A soft moan escaped her lips as Steve began to nuzzle the hollow at the base of her neck. He was murmuring something now, but the blood pounding in her ears prevented her from hearing -- or hearing correctly. Abby didn't want to believe what she had thought he'd whispered. And why wasn't Burt objecting? Did he want this to happen? If only she could see his face.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Feeling her resistance waning, Abby tried to move away, but Steve pulled her even closer, pressing her softness against the firmness of his own. Oh... his mouth... His hand, which had moved lower as they danced, was now cupping her ass. She could feel the rising heat and the need between her legs growing. Why wasn't Burt stopping this? Did he want something to happen? Did he want her to... Why didn't he say something?

"I don't think... " Her voice a low, breathy murmur as she spoke, "We weren't supposed to... Maybe we should st... "

Steve's answer was unspoken, his lips travelling back up her neck to settle on her mouth, kissing her lightly at first and then more deeply, hungrily, ravenously. Although it confused her, Abby could not help but respond, her body melting into his.
 
Steve

"I don't think... " Her voice a low, breathy murmur. "We weren't supposed to... Maybe we should st... "

He doesn't listen, sensing her weakening as he brings his mouth up to hers, kissing her lightly at first and then more deeply, hungrily, ravenously.

Feeling her body slump into his, he press on his attack, drilling his tongue into her mouth where it starts to plunder even as he slides one large hand up the length of her body before squeezing it between them onto her chest.

But his victim is not completely beaten. Even now though, he can still feel resistance as she tries to pull away. But he is too strong for her, his mouth never losing its hold on hers as his tongue now targets hers, one of his hand pressing into her impressive bosom while the other pushes her large arse towards him, rubbing her crotch against his now rapidly growing erection.
 
Her nipple stiffened, rising to meet Steve's hand as he deftly cupped her breast and pulled her closer. Abby hadn't expected to be turned on by this man, thinking that she would be able to remain unaffected. She only wanted to please Burt. Why wasn't he saying anything?

She could feel his penis, hard and growing against her body as his tongue continued to invade her mouth. The memory of the pics they'd seen in Steve's profile flashed through Abby's mind as he ground into her. Gods, he was big! She moaned softly and tried to push away, but his grip was tight and she couldn't step back.

"Burt... " Abby murmured into Steve's mouth, hoping yet again that he would release her so she could go home before things went so far.

"Mine now," he replied. His voice was a low, deep growl of possession as his mouth slipped back down to her neck and his fingers began to circle her nipple, pinching it hard and making her cry out.
 
Burt

He just sits there, the blood rushing through his veins as he watches the black man starting to literally ravish his wife in front of him. This is not what was agreed. He has to stop this.

But he cannot move!

Pulling his mouth from his wife's neck, Steve gives him a wide grin but there is no humour in it. The meaning is clear: Stay where you are!

So Burt can only watch as the man's finesse rapidly gives way to brutal groping, swinging Abby around so that she is facing her husband as he does so.

"Burt...?" He hears her call, her eyes wide with fear.

But still he cannot move, even though he knows she wants him to stop it. But he can't. Not even when the black man rips away her blouse, revealing her black bra which struggles to hold back her abundant flesh.

Before she can cry out a second time, Steve jams his mouth back on hers as Burt watches Steve tug at the last barrier which is keeping his wife's breasts from his large hands...
 
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Unable to fathom Burt's failure to stop the scenario that was unfolding even though she knew he must be aware of her reluctance, Abby gasped in shock when Steve tore at her blouse, sending delicate buttons flying in all directions. She tried to fight back the rising fear, attempting to call out to her husband again, when his mouth covered hers to stifle any further cries and loosed the front clasp, releasing her breasts from within their lacy confines.

Is this what Burt really wants? Abby hated to believe that her husband was permitting this overt invasion of her body and tried once again to get his attention. Burt just sat there. Staring wide-eyed. Was this really a turn on for him? All Abby had ever wanted was to make the man she loved happy. Now?

Abby felt anger and resentment rising as Steve's hand snaked between them to cup one of her heavy breasts, capturing a nipple between his long, slender fingers. Don't react. Don't react! When he gave it a forceful twist, she cried out -- the sound muffled beneath his ravenous kiss as Steve began to grind his still-growing erection against her belly.

Why didn't Burt stop this? Why?
 
Steve

The large black man pulls his lips from hers with a heavy wet slap, his hand releasing her engorged nipple as he starts to explore the contours of her fat breast. It has been a long time since he has encountered such big tits, and natural too.

But she is not his yet, her body still stiff in his grasp.

"Forget your husband. You can see he has accepted what is going to happen." He whispers as he brings his mouth to her ear. "Only you and me that matters now." He thrusts his groin against hers.

Pulling his face from hers, he looks deeply into her eyes. She stares back at him, wide-eyed.

"You are so beautiful." He says lustily. "I must have you."

With almost animalistic growl, he crushes their lips together, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
 
Burt

He sits there as he watches the giant maul his wife's breast, ravish her mouth. He listens as their lips separate with a resounding wet smack, the black man continuing to grope her breast as he whispers something in her ear though he cannot tell what.

He must stop this!

His eyes widen as he sees Steve moves his hips against hers and he remembers what they had seen on the internet.

Can she feel it?? She must be able to!

Seeing that Abby is not struggling or asking him to stop as they now look at each other before the black man starts kissing her again, he wonders if she in fact secretly really likes it. Realising that if she really does want this to happen, she can easily stop it.

But she doesn't!

He suddenly feels the anger as he watches the couple before him, their bodies firmly entwined as they continue to kiss fiercely, their hips grinding together.

She DOES likes it!

Every now and then, Abby's cheek bulge and he realises that it must be Steve's tongue...
 
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A mélange of thoughts and emotions swirled through Abby's mind as Steve continued his single-minded, and now aggressive, assault on her defenses. Of course she had agreed to Burt's wishes, but she still hadn't truly come to terms with what he wanted her to do, hoping that they would discuss it at least one more time before it actually happened.

Seeing that this was unlikely to happen, she began to feel confused and angry in a defiant sort of way. Burt's silence and the fact that he wasn't putting a stop to Steve's advances told her that he didn't object. That this is what he wanted. Well, then, Burt. If this is what you want -- this is what you will get.

"You are so beautiful. I must have you."

Abby decided to go with the flow. Bottom line was that she wanted to please her man. He could still stop it. Maybe once he saw, Burt would change his mind.

Closing her eyes, Abby began to let herself go. This is for Burt. This is all for Burt. Steve had already begun to arouse her in a perverse sort of way. She could do this -- even if it was now almost out of spite. You never knew... maybe it would be Steve that would change his mind. He might. Especially if he didn't expect...

Slipping her hand between them, Abby traced the length of Steve's erection, feeling it throb in response to her touch. "Mmm... Nice... "
 
Steve

He smiles as he feels her hand move in between them and touch his expanding organ, trapped in his trousers.

"Mmm... Nice... " She murmers as they lips part.

"You like? It's all for you." He smiles, his hands moving down her body.

"You do want me, don't you?" He asks, louder this time so that the husband can hear as he finds her belt and starts to undo it.

"Steve...?" She gasps.

At the same time, he starts on her neck again. Alternating from sucking to gently biting the skin.

In one swift moment, he pulls at her skirt, letting it fall to her feet.

"Steve! Wai..." She gasps as his lips finds hers while an expert hand quickly slides underneath her panties to hunt down its target.
 
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Abby had thought to turn the tables, hoping that her boldness would either surprise Steve or make Burt call an end to this whole scene. It didn't happen.

She gasped as Steve's fingers invaded her soft inner folds -- a place no man except for Burt had touched in longer than she could remember. Gods! Abby hadn't wanted him to know how aroused she was. How wet. She wasn't even sure how she had allowed herself to...

"Ungh... Ohhh... " Abby cried out when Steve's long, slim, fingers suddenly thrust upward, filling her pussy as his thumb swirled around her clit. Sweet heavens! Her body on fire, Abby ground herself against Steve's hand as he finger-fucked her.

In and out.

Deep and hard.

The way she wanted to feel his cock. It was so big. So hard. She was going to cum!

Not this way! Not yet!

Abby needed... She began to fumble at his belt, her last sane thought was that she hoped this was what Burt really wanted.
 
Steve

He knows that he has won as soon as he feels her grab his belt.

Pulling from her lips, he moves underneath her chin, sucking at the flesh as he pulls his finger out of her and grabs her panties, literally tearing them off her hips. His hands move up, ripping at the expensive blouse, pulling at the bra until, except for stockings and her shoes, she is naked in his arms.

The swiftness of his actions has clearly taken the white woman by surprise as she momentarily falters.

"Your turn." He whispers, his mouth still sucking, his hands resuming their caresses, tantalising with an expertise that has been found with the conquests before hers.

"Take of my clothes. Show your husband that you need a real man. Not someone who gives his woman away."
 
Steve's words make Abby bristle, ready to defend her husband, but there is a ring of truth in what he said that she cannot deny. Burt has given her away. Or has he? He can still stop this. He can speak up. He can grab her away before this goes any further. Before something happens that they might both regret.

She wills Burt to stop this yet again. Why is he so quiet? Why???

Standing naked in front of the tall, black stranger makes her feel vulnerable in a way that she hadn't since she was a lot younger. If not for the disappointment, the slowly rising anger... Leaving his trousers for the moment, Abby began to unbutton Steve's shirt. One more chance... One more...

She pushed the shirt over his shoulders, gasping as Steve's fingers slipped from between her legs to shrug his arm out and groaned when he quickly replaced them. Abby's entire body was trembling with her need. She moaned again as he suckled ravenously at her neck. Devouring her. She wanted his mouth... his lips... his tongue...

Her fingers shook with the effort it took to unfasten his belt, undo the button on his trousers, lower the zipper. Abby felt as if she were fighting against the pressure of his enormous cock as it strained against the material that confined it.

At last!

Hooking her thumbs beneath the waistband, she began to lower them, only a hair's breadth between her and the object of her desire. "Help me," she mewled. "Help... "

And suddenly there it was. Hard and throbbing, the precum on its tip leaving a trail along her belly as it rose between them. "Ohhh... I'm... "

Unable to hold back one minute more, Abby Clifford felt her body tense as she plummeted over the edge of desire. Steve held her tightly as she sagged against him, her body wracked with convulsions as she came...

and came...

and...

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
 
Burt

His breath catching in his throat, he watches as his wife responds as she allows him to strip her, to fondle her.

A part of him wants it to continue, for Steve to fuck her. The other is screaming for him to stop it, cursing Abby with all the names under the sun.

She really does like it. She is never like that with him!

Then naked, he sees her starting to strip Steve who continues to fondle her, first his shirt - revealing a rippled muscular chest which Abby is clearly impressed with.

He hears her moaning again as Steve resumes sucking at her neck.

He feels the anger at his wife's betrayal. She does want this.

Fucking bitch!

He watches her as she struggles with the front of his pants, pulling at the buttons. Then she is pulling them down.

Jesus Christ! He's isn't wearing any...

He stops as he sees the thing that swings up and almost hits his wife in the face. He cannot believe what it is he is looking at. Looking at Abby, he expects her (or even hopes) that she will cut and run at the sight of it. But she doesn't, instead her body starts to shake, her eyes rolling back inside her head as she gasps.

She's cumming! The bitch is cumming!

The realisation stabs him in the guts as he watches his once virtuous wife cum harder than she has for a long time.

He can't take this. He has to stop this! Now!

Even as he moves to get up, to do exactly that, he hears his wife tell the black man: "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."...
 
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Steve

Her reaction at seeing his thick rod surprises even the black superstud. None of the women he has been disappointed with what he has to offer. Some have even wanted to stop, afraid he would hurt them. He soon persuaded them otherwise.

This one is the first one to literally cum at the sight of him. Finally, holding her naked form in his arms, he hears her asking him to fuck her.

She is mine for the taking! He thinks arrogantly.

Finishing what Abby has started, Steve's 6 foot 5 coal-black body finally stands naked in front of his latest conquest. He watches as the white woman's eyes sweep over him, clearly impressed at what she sees. And so she should. There is not a hint of fat on his muscular frame, thanks to the regular work-outs.

Her eyes finally comes to rest on his towering erection which still looks large on a man his size.

"You like?" He asks.

She just stares.

"Is it bigger than your husband?"

He smiles when she nods her head and then gives her husband a fertive look. She hadn't mean to say that.

"How much bigger is it?" He asks, looking over at Burt.

She doesn't answer at first.

"Tell me." He presses as he slowly closes in on her.
 
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Steve

He is defeated even before he hears Steve's questions. Despite their difference in colour, his wife has already been very lovely and with a body that could still easily be on a girlie calendar. People have often commented to him why a woman like that would want to be with a short, plump guy like him. He has often worried about that.

Now she has finally found her match in Steve. A tall, dark handsome guy with a cock so huge - he suddenly remembers that pornstar with the legendary cock.

What was his name? Oh yes! John Holmes!

He has seen on of his porn vids and he could swear that Steve is even bigger than him.

At the sound of the black man's questions, he feels his own inadequacies kick in.

His wife looks at him.

"Tell me."

No! Please!...
 
Here's your chance, Burt. Stop it while you can. I love you. You! Only you! Why??? She wanted to scream. Rage. Shake her husband silly. But she remained as quiet as he. After all... this was what he wanted. At any cost.

"I asked how much bigger mine is!"

Abby didn't want to tell, but Steve wouldn't relent. The frustration that had built up over years -- trying to reassure Burt, trying to convince him that he was perfect for her, that he pleased her in every way possible finally came to a head. All of that and her temper. God dammit! He was making her do this! Making her...

"He's... he's... a lot smaller." She wanted to see her husband's face when she said it. Wanted him to see her face as she answered.

"How small? Eight inches? Seven? Six?"

Her fingers were still moving up and down Steve's incredible length as she looked into his eyes. "I said smaller, dammit. Smaller!"

"Smaller than six? Five?" His voice was almost a snarl.

Abby groaned as Steve roughly shoved his fingers back inside of her. Gods how she wanted it to be his cock. "Yes... " she whispered. "Smaller."
 
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Steve

He feels himself smirking as he hears her say "smaller".

"So your husband has a small dick, a really smaller one?" He asks. "What a waste. A woman like you is built to be fucked by a real man," he squeezes her clit, causing her to shudder, "to be fucked hard by one."

"And now after seeing mine," he courses his cock to jump in her hand, "you want it don't you? You want me to make you into a real woman."
 
Abby shuddered when Steve eased his fingers back out, catching her clit between two of them as he slid his hand through the slick wetness of her pussy. The smirk on his face told her that the gesture was proprietarial. That he wanted her to know he was in control of the entire situation, but most importantly of her body.

"A real woman?" She repeated after him, the sharp tone of resentment clear in her voice. "I was never anything less."

As for the other... Yes, she needed fucking. Long and hard and deep. She'd admitted it once already and she was sure she'd say it more than once before the night was through.
 
Steve

The tone of her voice tells him that there is still some spirit in her. He smiles at the thought of what she will be like in the sack.

He has a good idea.

Moving his free hand up, he starts to squeeze her breasts.

"You haven't answered my question." He says, staring into her eyes as he watches her facial expressions every time he teases a nipple or her clit. "What would you rather have? Your husband's little peewee or my monster cock?"
 
Burt made this decision -- for both of us, Abby couldn't help thinking to herself. He could have ended it. He didn't. And now?

Abby was angry. As much at herself as she was at her husband and her resentment toward Steve and his cocksure attitude wasn't helping. She'd been so sure that she could stay distanced from this when she and Burt had discussed it and she'd agreed. But she was responding to him like one of Pavlov's dogs -- in heat.

"Well??"

Fingers half-circling the black giant's enormous cock, she smoothed her thumb through the precum gathered on it's swollen, deep purple head. "This is what I want, Steve. This."
 
Steve

"This is what I want, Steve. This."

He is almost there, but not quite.

"Then tell your husband." He insists, pulling away. "Tell him what you want. That you rather have a real man's cock, my cock rather than that small pin prick he has. Tell him!"
 
For the first time that evening, Abby felt a twinge of fear creep up her spine. Steve's need to be superior was the opposite extreme of Burt's conviction that he was inferior. Gods. What had she gotten herself into?

She looked into his eyes as he backed away from her, denying her touch making Abby wonder for a brief second whether this was all something that the two men had agreed on in advance. Burt's silence. Steve's domination. His knowing exactly what buttons to push to turn her on -- and off. Could it be?

Abby tried to turn around, needing to see her husband's face, but Steve gripped her arms tightly and prevented her. He wanted her to tell her husband, but he wouldn't let her look at him. Could it be? Had they worked this whole thing out between themselves? Well she could play at it the same as they.

"Tell him!"

"All right!" she practically screamed back. "I'll say it! I want your cock. Yours! Not Burt's. I want yours, Steve! Your big hard cock in my pussy. Yours!"
 
Burt

"I want your cock. Yours! Not Burt's. I want yours, Steve! Your big hard cock in my pussy. Yours!" He listens to his wife, each and every word cutting deepily into him.

He had been right all the time. She didn't really love him or respect him. She does prefer Steve.

"Is it because it is bigger than your husband's?" Steve asks.

"Yes! Because it's so much bigger than my husband's little dick. I am so fed up with his little willie."

Abby...

Steve starts to say something else but Abby interrupts him.

"Oh shut up about him and just fuck me with that huge thick prick of yours! Show him how a real man fucks a woman." She shouts as she flings herself at him.

Burt feels his heart breaking as he watches the of them struggle with each other, like two predatory animals in heat....
 
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