RECIPE FOR MARITAL BLISS: WIFE READY FOR INTEGRATION, PLUS PEEPING TOM HUSBAND
I met Glenda back in my deep South hometown, on break from my northern university. She was a student at the local community college, and replied to the note I’d posted at the library looking for work as a physics or math tutor. She was stunning: five-foot-two, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a wonderfully rounded ass and firm, perky breasts. It was love—or at least lust— at first sight.
Glenda’s grades improved with my tutoring, but by then we were in an intimate sexual relationship. Soon I returned to school, and for the next three years we exchanged visits, wrote often and phoned each other regularly. We were so horny for each other that when Glenda came to visit, we’d spend the entire weekend in bed. I’d spend hours licking and sucking on her, and she would scream and thrash around with pleasure. I could get it up two and three times a night after not seeing my lovely girlfriend for a month.
After I graduated, I took a job down South, and we were married. Everything was great for the first couple of years, but then our sex life cooled down. We fucked about once a week, but some of the spark was gone. I still loved eating pussy, but Glenda usually grabbed my prick and put it in after she came the first time. Since her tight, slick pussy made me come within a minute or two, our lovemaking was over in ten or fifteen minutes, compared to our former sex marathons. I chalked it up to being in a rut, and I was excited when my company transferred me to a new office. I thought the change would do our marriage good.
By our third anniversary Glenda and I were settling into a new condo in Trenton, New Jersey. Soon Glenda revealed a provincial Southern attitude that worried me. I had never placed any importance on the fact that, except for visits to me at college (which were spent mostly in bed), she’d never been out of the deep South. We were at the condo pool one day when she said, in a shocked tone, “Look! There are two black men here!” She referred to two young fellows, Edward and Vince, who had an apartment in the condo. She was fascinated at the ease with which they were talking with a group of young white women.
“Oh, that’s the way things are here up North,” I told her. “You’ll get used to it. Just give people a chance.”
Looking them over, I could see that the guys were well built, young and interested in girls. Edward was a six-footer and had shoulder-length dreadlocks. Vince was even taller, and had short cropped hair. Both glanced admiringly at Glenda from a distance, and I could see she was flattered. That might have been the reason that Glenda that night gave me a pleasant surprise after our usual uninspired fuck. She got into the 69 position, sucked my cock and sat on my face.
Although I didn’t get another erection, and she tired of sucking my flaccid pecker, I brought her off a couple more times with my tongue, licking my come out of her.
The next week I had to leave town Friday for a weekend trade show in New York City. I was going to leave from the office, but I got really horny thinking of that session of 69. So I decided to sneak home on my lunch hour and surprise Glenda. Maybe we could have a repeat before I left.
When I got home around one, the place was empty. Glenda’s car was in the parking lot. I decided to check the pool, and slipped on my trunks in case she was there. When I approached the pool, I thought I heard Glenda’s laugh. I peeked over the wooden fence. It was indeed Glenda’s laugh. She was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. Vince and Edward sat on either side of her. The pool was otherwise deserted. It took me a moment to realize she was wearing a bikini instead of her usual one-piece. Her firm breasts looked great, with water dripping down the bare inner curve, and her large nipples visible through the damp fabric. She was laughing and pushing her tits together with her upper arms as Edward splashed water onto them.
“I told you the water was cold,” Vince said. “Look how hard it’s making your nipples.” Glenda turned to him, licked her lips and drawled slowly, “How do you know it’s the water getting them hard?” Then she stood up, and walked slowly to the lounge where her towel lay. I freaked out when I saw it wasn’t a bikini my wife was wearing, but a thong—barely more than a G-string. Her gorgeous ass was there for all to see, with only a thin strip of wet nylon between her ass-cheeks.
Vince and Edward exchanged a brief look that said, “Shit, I can’t believe this chick,” and followed her.
Glenda lay on her stomach. Edward asked if he could rub some suntan lotion on her back. She agreed, and he began with the back of her legs. He worked up until he was rubbing her practically bare ass. His hands occasionally dipped into her crotch area, and she spread her legs wider to give him a better access. Even from a distance I could see she had shaved her pussy before putting on the tiny thong. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he rubbed up her back and casually unhooked her bikini top as he rubbed in the lotion.
“Why don’t you roll over, let me do the other side?” he asked. Without a pause, Glenda rolled onto her back and exposed her naked tits to the two men. I gasped, just as they did. Her breasts jutted upward. She gazed seductively at Edward as he rubbed them. Then she moaned and wriggled her hips.
“Damn, you’re hot,” muttered Vince. He bent down and removed her thong. She raised her ass and legs to make it easy for him. Before long my wife was lying back, naked in the sun, as one black man sucked her tits and another ate her bald pussy. She moaned and gasped and ground her crotch into Vince’s face while Edward sucked and licked her nipples. I was so horny that I pulled down my bathing suit and jerked off my five-inch dick.
After Glenda came, Edward raised his head and dropped his trunks, revealing a huge, hard, black cock. Vince didn’t lift his head from his work on her pussy. Glenda grabbed Edward’s prick. It was easily eight inches long and much, much thicker than mine.
“I’ve never even touched a black cock before,” said Glenda as she stroked his monstrous meat. Edward laughed as she stuffed it into her greedy mouth. Glenda sucked it as best she could. She took the head and the first several inches in and pumped the rest of the shaft with her fist. She took the prick out of her mouth and rubbed the fat, gleaming head as she ducked her head down to lick his balls. At this point another orgasm shook her body. She convulsed and cried out, still hanging onto that monster cock. She went back to sucking as soon as her orgasm subsided, and she actually fucked him with her mouth, enthusiastically jabbing six or seven inches of prick down her throat.
After what seemed like an eternity, Edward pulled out of my wife’s mouth and jacked himself off onto her tits. She sat up for this, pushing Vince away for the moment. She rubbed her boobs all over Edward’s squirting dick, then rubbed the come into her tits like suntan lotion.
Meanwhile, Vince had unleashed his cock and was eagerly fisting an even longer prick than Edward’s. It wasn’t as thick, but I am sure its length was in double digits—ten or eleven inches, at least. Once Edward stopped coming, Glenda reclined on the chair. She grabbed Vince’s prick and guided it to her pussy. Edward raised her legs to give Vince unobstructed access. After Glenda gently put the head in, Vince began slowly to rock into her. She started coming instantly.
“Keep going. Further, baby,” she begged breathlessly. By the time he had half of it in, she had had three orgasms. “Do you think you can get more of it in, honey?” she asked Vince.
“You can take a lot more, baby,” he said. “You just gotta loosen up. You haven’t had black dick before, that’s all.” Five minutes later, Glenda was grunting through another orgasm as Vince poured in all of his salami. Edward was holding her legs up for her, as well as fondling her breasts.
I was jerking my dick furiously when I heard the giggles. I whirled around, and saw two young women in their bathing suits, watching me. They said nothing, but they were far from shocked. In a moment, one of them was beating my little woody for me while the other licked my balls. They brought me off in seconds. I pulled up my pants, and they waved me good-bye. They quickly went to the fence, to see the show I’d been watching.
By the time I got to my car, I was horny again. I pulled my suit down around my ankles and furiously beat off. I squirted all over myself. Then I realized I had nothing to wear but a bathing suit, and nothing to wipe my hands off with. Instead of getting come all over the upholstery, I licked it carefully off my fingers. After that, I sneaked into the house to retrieve my clothes, headed back to work, and left on my trip.
I tried to call Glenda that night, but got no answer. I gave up at midnight, and tried to sleep. Images of Glenda with her two lovers kept me up in more ways than one. I was a wreck all day Saturday. I had planned to fly home Sunday morning, but the thought of catching Glenda in the act again got me on a late Saturday afternoon flight. I didn’t call Glenda to let her know I’d be home early.
When I got to the condominium, I looked up at our place and saw that the lights were out. I figured Glenda had gone out for the evening. I went to our patio to see if there was any way I could set it up to spy on my wife again. As I was peeking through the back window, I suddenly heard voices and then the living room light went on. Glenda was home—along with Edward, Vince and Rosita, a gorgeous brunette whom I had met at the pool earlier. She was Hispanic, and she had flashing dark eyes and a great body.
Glenda wore a short, tight dress, fishnet hose and high heels. Her face was flushed. She laughed a lot, and moved as if she might be drunk. Rosita wore a tight blouse that showed off her flat belly and her full breasts, as well as black hot pants and ankle boots. Rosita had full, sensuous lips and a mane of black hair.
The guys broke out some more booze from my liquor cabinet, and Glenda put on some rap music (which she had formerly hated). She and Rosita danced. The guys settled on the couch with their drinks and watched my wife and her friend dance. It was a suggestive dance, and soon Rosita pulled off her top, showing off those magnificent tits of hers. They were very large and firm, the color of milky coffee, and tipped with large brown nipples. Not to be outdone, Glenda removed her dress. Soon they were both naked, except for Glenda’s garter belt, hose and high heels. Then the two girls started dancing even closer to each other. At Vince’s suggestion they began to bump and grind. Soon they were French-kissing and grabbing each other’s crotch.
The two fellows lapped this up. They whipped out their dicks and started jerking off. But not for long. Both girls dropped to their knees and lunged for the black pricks, licking and sucking them for all they were worth. I remembered then that Glenda had never been an enthusiastic cocksucker with me. She would blow me, but only if I begged her, or for my birthday or some other occasion. Anyhow, there I was, on my own back porch, jerking off as these two gorgeous women gave two strangers head in my living room.
It wasn’t long before Glenda got off her knees and straddled Vince’s erect cock. She grabbed it firmly and rubbed the cock-head along her shaved pussy lips. “Ooh . . .” she moaned and arched her back as she diddled her clit with it. Soon she had the schlong up in into her tight, slick twat. She happily rocked up and down on it. When she had most of it in, Edward moved off the couch so Vince could lie back and Glenda could bounce around all over him. He gripped her hips as she squatted on his ebony pole. Glenda began to raise herself and then drop quickly back on his massive joint.
As if that weren’t enough, Vince urged Rosita to sit on his face. She was quick to comply, and straddled his head facing Glenda. I could almost hear Vince’s tongue diving in and out of sweet Rosita’s tangy pussy as she and Glenda kissed and fondled each other’s breasts. Glenda seemed fascinated with Rosita’s large boobs. She stroked and licked them, and she hefted them, either estimating their weight or enjoying their texture.
Edward wasn’t going to be left out of the action. He approached Glenda and presented his cock for her attention. It was semi-hard and still wet with saliva and pre-come. She rubbed the big head on her cheek, still concentrating on kissing Rosita deeply. But Edward’s prick stiffened with this treatment, and soon Glenda had one black cock in her mouth and another up her pussy. Meanwhile, Rosita rubbed her big boobs on Edward’s shiny prick as it slipped in and out of Glenda’s luscious lips. Soon Edward spewed thick, gooey come. It overflowed from Glenda’s mouth onto Rosita’s tits as I shot off into the bushes.
I don’t think Vince had come yet, but Edward’s orgasm had sent both girls over the edge. They both shuddered through intense orgasms. Then they climbed off of Vince, whose prick was still hard as a rock. They ignored both studs, though, and Glenda really shocked the hell out of me when she thrust her face into Rosita’s crotch and licked her pretty pussy. Vince made use of his erection, rubbing it all over Rosita’s tits while this was going on. Unfortunately, he had his back to me. I’d love to have seen those two melons squishing around his huge black cock.
Now Edward was horny again. He knelt behind Glenda as she ate out Rosita, and gave her pussy a lick. She wiggled it provocatively, and he eased his schlong in. Soon they were hard at it, doggie-style. I jerked off as I watched, wishing I was one of those black dudes getting all that good sex from my suddenly sexy wife and her friend. That exhausted me, and I left. I spent the night in a motel. When I went home the next morning, I woke up a very sleepy Glenda. She was surprised to see me, since I wasn’t due until noon. When I asked her what she did over the weekend, she said, “Nothing much.” She said she had gone to the movies by herself. Glenda took her shower while I unpacked, and I heard her lock the bathroom behind her.
I was unpacked, still in the bedroom, when Glenda walked in a half hour later, wearing only a towel. “I want to show you how much I missed you, tiger,” she giggled, throwing the towel down with a flourish and letting me see, supposedly for the first time, her shaven pussy. “I thought it would be a nice homecoming surprise, sweetie,” she said.