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She Fell Open
We have been in the lifestyle for some time now.
We have adjusted to wife sharing with black men, and I thought that was pretty much that. But even though she conceived with her first serious black lover, I had this feeling that there was still something, some threshold, that she had not crossed. Without really knowing what it was that we both wanted, it was not really discussed much.
Mary is, at her core, a strong woman. Being an equal partner in her sex life has always been her play. She acts pretty coy, flirty and sub to get the attention she desires, but once in the bed, she usually gives every bit as good as she gets. Until six weeks ago. That’s when a truly experienced black master finally broke down her ‘equal partner’ notions and subjugated her fully.
We smoked a joint with Leon, to get acquainted again in the more comfortable atmosphere of our living room. The din of the West African drum band in the local multicultural bar made an intimate conversation improbable, to say the least. Besides, they were busy dancing the wedding dance.
Leon struck me as a thin man when he politely asked Mary to join him in a drum dance at the club. She almost seemed surprised at his invitation too. They made an unlikely pair, I thought, as she danced in her black cocktail dress, he in traditional string pants and a dashiki, with a red, yellow, and green knit cap covering half of his dreadlocks. Mary is noticeably taller and he seemed to dance alone. She held her shoes in her hand, moved gamely, and tried to find a way to be connected to him. It wasn’t working very well.
So I was a little surprised when she came back to me after a dance and handed me her shoes. “One more, then we can leave.” And off she went to try to figure out what this Rastaman was all about. One dance became two as they began to click. The third dance was the last of the evenings performance. Only about half the crowd, including Mary and Leon, remained on the floor. A thin, young black man in a yellow plaid shirt, who I had noticed eyeing us for some time, leaned into my ear to tell me that “This is the wedding dance- only for couples who are married- or who would like to be.” When I turned to look at him squarely, he repeated “..or would like to be.” as he backed away, smiling wickedly.
Now Leon was much more animated as the dramatic heartbeat rhythm began almost inaudibly. He was moving his hands in the air around Mary, never quite touching her as he made slow circles around her. The other couples did much the same. Mary looked amazed and amused as he became a shaman before our eyes, gyrating his way around her body as she stood perfectly still, belly heaving. Then, a line spun out of the couples dance as the drumbeat slowly grew louder. The rhythmic dancing couples eventually made a circle around the center of the small dance floor as he beat rose to a lively and sensual pace. Every four beats of the drum, the women stopped while their partners hopped forward until they just barely met their partners ass. For a beat, he rotates his hips upward slowly, then the entire circle moves for four more beats until the man stops, then hops forward again, rubbing cock along her ass crack.
Once Mary saw how this worked, she began offering her ass a little more when he hopped forward to rub up into it. All the women were dong this, with some making a comedic expression at the rubbing point. It became a point where the entire room, especially the women, would laugh and giggle when the men hopped forward for some frottage. Mary and Leon were the only mixed couple in the line, which made some of the other black women make humorous comments to one another while covering their mouths with their hands. They knew what was up.
Mary led Leon off the floor when it was done and took him by the hand as she came to me. “I’m ready to go.” she said, as she took her shoes back from me and walked on to the door to get her coat. This could be interesting.
So now, back home again, the effects of the joint are becoming evident on Marys face. Her eyes are at half mast and the corners of her mouth are turned up slightly, giving away her happy stoned face. Leon hardly speaks at all and I didn’t make any effort to make small talk myself. At some point, the silence became slightly uncomfortable, so Mary stood up and announced she was sleepy, and heading to bed. At the entrance to the hallway, she stopped, lifted her hem slightly, and pulled off her black lace panties, letting hem fall to the floor where she stepped out of them delicately. She didn’t even look over her shoulder as she padded off down the hall in bare feet, no panties, and a black cocktail dress. Leon looked at me thoughtfully, saying nothing while he took a final toke. I made a gesture towards the bedroom which suggested to him ‘after you’ and he rose slowly to follow her.
In the same place where Mary dropped her panties, he stripped of his pants and shirt. I was surprised to see that he was not thin at all, but rather a powerfully built man, with strong legs and arms. I knew enough to hang back for a minute or two, so I finished the joint there in the darkness of the living room. First, a low and muffled conversation for a few seconds, then silence. All that I could recognize was Mary saying “Yes” in a rather bold and sultry manner. I didn’t realize that it may be the last time that I heard that tone coming from her. I knew that could move in now.
When I entered the room, Mary was sitting on the corner of the bed, her short skirt pulled up around her waist, her long legs still together at the knee. The top of her tiny crop of pubic fur barely evident. I quietly found my chair in the corner and sat, seemingly unnoticed. Leon was standing over her now, bent over and kissing and licking her mouth and neck slowly. His mouth would return to hers and he would seem to take a little more from it each time. Soon, his tongue and hers were intertwined, rubbing across each other, wetting their chins with saliva. As aroused as I was by this sight, Leon was not. His 9 inch, uncircumcised cock dangled before her belly, seemingly unaroused by what was going on.
When it seemed that it was time to move from deep french kisses to sex, Leon did not make the move. Instead, he seemed to want more and more of her mouth. He cradled the back of he head and she leaned back onto the palms of her hands as he fed his tongue to her even more deeply than before. At first, I though that she wasn’t into this, but just accommodating him. But ever so slowly, things changed. Now her head was tilted all the way back to her shoulder blades and her mouth was agape. He ran his tongue over he teeth, all over her mouth, and deep into her throat until her lips sucked his lips, as if to beg for more. She was open to him now, and completely acquiescent.
He said something to her that I could not hear and she answered ”yes” right away. It was a small yes, not the bold ‘yes’ that I was used to hearing from her in the bedroom. It was a lower case yes. He said something else to her. Again a very small and obedient ‘yes’ spilled from her lips as she looked downward at his cock. Now she touched it slowly, experimentally. The shiny plum head was just beginning to emerge from its jet black hood.
After a short period of touching him, he leaned forward and took a handful of her hair. Now he pulled her head back with authority and again, attacked her mouth with his tongue. This time, she reacted as if his saliva could save her life as she strained to open wider, to give him more of it.
As he leaned over, her legs relaxed, parting slowly and his cock touched down lightly on her belly. I could see that she had made the bed wet in the small spot where she was sitting. I had never seen her this wet before she was entered. As he took her mouth again, she was slowly sliding back, pulling him with her with her tongue sucking mouth. I almost missed seeing him enter her, I was so focused on their interlocked faces. His cock reached her labia and, I swear, they reached out and coaxed his cockhead towards her throbbing pink inner labia.
Again, a murmured question, followed quickly with a truly subservient and small but clear “yes”. And with that, she captured his cockhead and, undulating slowly, with the same motion as they used in the Arfican wedding dance, she took him into her body. I heard her say ‘yes one more time, just before his body tensed and his seed spilled into her. In that moment, she came hard on him too.
I have hardly heard her say much more than ‘yes’ to Leon- or any other man- since. He has only come by three more times over the past month or so, but he is never alone. Leon is a gracious and generous man. He always brings a friend to share.
Mary’s most fortunate husband
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We were concerned when, after several months of reckless and unprotected sex, Mary had not conceived again. She went to the doctor who said she was fine, healthy in all respects. His referral to a specialist revealed that Mary had a common problem among women- a tipped uterus. Essentially, the way her uterus is located in her body folds or crimps at the entrance, near the cervix, limiting the penetration of the sperm into the uterus to fertilize her egg. He suggested sexual positions and surgery, if we felt that the problem was acute, and then sent us on our way. Probably not very sexy talk, discussing Mary’s tilted uterus. But it is an important bit of information, as events have progressed. We belong to a breeding forum here online. It is very discrete and I will not go into it further. But we found that considering a child, optimizing their genetic possibility seemed wise to us. And the forum gave us the chance to examine possible candidates well in advance. After Lila was born, we knew that we wanted another mixed race child, this gave us a chance to conceive an exceptional one. We continued in the IR lifestyle for all of last year, casually hosting during her fertile weeks. But nothing happened. And so we mentioned this in the forum. Two days later, we get a reply to the post from a ‘Michael’, who says he knows what to do. We didn’t think of it a anything more than a come on, but I noticed that she continued chatting with him for the rest of the week. Since I am incapable of fathering a child, my role is, for lack of a better word, to be the procurer. If I see anything happening that looks interesting, I give her the nudge, or ask her if she wants me to set up a party for her. When I asked, she said “He is nice. You can talk to him.” That is my cue to offer Michael Mary’s pussy. After the arrangements are made, I step out of the way, thoroughly enjoying the privilege of watching him take her as he wishes. I don’t suppose that you could imagine my surprise when, just a bit before her scheduled date, I opened the door to a 75 year old black man, dressed in green pants, suspenders, a tired but clean plaid shirt, and a grey cardigan sweater. “Hello, I am Michael. May I come in?” I could not think to do anything but open the door wider, gesturing for him to come it. But I wore a shocked expression as I did so. I still didn’t quite believe that this could be the man we were expecting, a troubling notion that he quickly put to rest. “No, I am not the Micheal you ordered. I am his father. Very kind of you to invite me in.” As he walked by me, head bowed, back hunched by a lifetime of hard labor, he continued his introductions. “You know, I am just an advance man. I come by to check things out, to see if everything is alright, you know.” So dad is his advance man. “We are Cuban / African, in case you want to know.” Just as I am coming to grips with the situation, I hear the bathroom door open upstairs. Mary knows there is someone here now. She is finishing up her hair, something I never have understood as ten minutes from now, it will all be rumpled up in the black man’s fist. As I offered him a drink, and he refused me politely, this wiry little man with the kindly face and silver hair sat on our couch and began explaining himself between compliments on our house. “You see, when I was young, I was like my Michael, trained in the ways.” then he rubbed the toe of his shoe into the carpeting approvingly. “I have 25 children that I know about.” He tilted his head smiled, like a retired prizefighter with a winning record. I found myself liking tis guy, believing his story. Again, I offered a drink. “Green tea, if you please. Is this pecanwood? I haven’t seen pecanwood in years.” “Well, you invited me into your home, and you made me tea. I guess there is just one question left to answer...” At that moment, Mary came down the stairs. She looked perfect: tall and lean, with a bounce in her fresh brunette curls. When she saw Michael Sr. on the couch, smiling at her approvingly, I understood how I must have looked when I answered the door. Being a woman, Mary is naturally more accepting than I am. Before he could begin his ramble all over again, she had crossed the room and offered him her hand in an old fashioned manner, which he smelled thoughtfully, then kissed. As he did so, I explained the situation is shorthand, which amused er to the point of laughing out loud. “You are so cute.” she said. Senior responded by removing a cell phone from his pocket and pressing 3 on speed dial. After a moment, he said “I should say so.” then he folded the phone, smiling as though nothing had just happened. Smiling wisely into his cup of tea, Senior carefully added, really for my ears only: “You seem like very generous people.” When the Son arrived, and as introductions were made, and Mary and her sire measured each other, Senior took on the role of becoming my wise council. He would lean over during intermissions between explaining why they were so successful to note the exact stage and every detail of their pair bonding progress. “If you don’t stop talkin’ so much, you know they are going to ask you to leave.” Senior took the caution like it stung, and stopped talking altogether for several minutes as the seduction began. Mary looked over with a cute grin. “It’s okay if he stays.” Wrinkling her nose, she added: “It would be his grandbaby, right?” By his expression, I could see that her logic fell upon a well worn path. After that, her eyes never left his. Senior and I became invisible to them as she kicked of her shoes and danced with him slowly. His seduction was no different tan a half dozen skilled black men who had taken her before. He was patient, but firm. He took from her as he wanted, always giving back that slight bit of encouragement that invited her to take a little more from him. And she did. He had to hold her back when she began sucking his thick, ropey veined cock. Her eagerness was priming him for release much too soon. I saw Senior nod approvingly when Michael slowed her pace with a soft “Easy now, baby. That’s nice, right there.” He looked at me with pride in his eyes and said nothing for a moment. Then, not being able to resist, he whispered to me, hoarsely, quietly. “See, with the twisted uterus like that, you gotta get it to stand up, so it can open up for the seed” His hand gestured like the opening of a flower. “To do it, you gotta do some things, which you as her husband do not need to be alarmed about. it will be alright, just you see.” He measured her wetness and warmth with a full and open hand until he was sure that she was ready to accept him easily. And, at that moment, he positioned her face down, hips up and open, and with her head on a pillow. He took his time, placing her knees just so, guiding the arch of her back as hew wanted it, caressing the skin of he ass with his massive black hands as he rubbed his cockhead along her wet opening. “She is about ready now.” Senior whispered, stating the obvious. He took particular interest in the moment as Junior fed his fat black cock into my hungry wife. In three soft strokes, he was fully in her. In five more strokes, a white ring of her lubricating lather revealed her comfort and pleasure. Again, Michael had to hold her back, slowing her pace as she began to work towards coming on is dick. “Easy, baby. Remember? That’s nice. That’s good.” Just as he slowed her down, he began to measure the end of his stroke, as though he was looking for something with his cock. Senior leaned over and touched my shirt at the very moment he reached around to cradle her belly lightly with his left hand, cracking her hard across the as with the right. She jumped, startled at the sharp pain, even if she wasn’t surprised by the action. she had been slapped across the as before. But this time was different. This time, when Michael felt her belly tense form the slap across her ass, he lifted her belly slightly with his left hand, he moved his cock deep into her, adjusting his position side to side until he felt her the soft ring of her cervix. Then he stroked in and out just slightly. “He’s making her nest now.” Senior whispered, clearly delighted with the job his son was doing. Just as his tempo was beginning to increase, Michael lost his purchase and had to begin again with the belly cradle, ass cracking, and short stoking to find her cervix. This time, Mary seemed ready and able to align her body just so, to guide him back the seedbed he had begun to plow in earnest a moment before. He froze as his nut began to arrive and she instinctively took over the task of moving for him, retaining his tempo and the quick, flicking strokes. Senior touched my arm again as his nutsack pulled up tight, revealing the throbbing, pulsing jets of jism pumping up through his cock and into my wife. They came together powerfully, heaving in unison as he poured his semen over and through her cervical collar and into her fertile uterus. “You see, he had to tent her with that slap, to get her womb pulled up tight to stand her uterus up. That’s how it works. I bet she is sown good now. I was a dairy farmer. We did that all the time to our cows who wouldn’t take. I have 25 babies myself, you know.” With that, Senior turned back to the coupling. Michael stayed deep in her, pressing her belly up, lifting her cervix. He messaged her there gently, rolling her ripe an open cervix around the head of his life giving cock as the last of his seed washed into her. Never one to interrupt the intimacies of post coital pillow talk, I pulled Seniors sleeve, indicating that it was time for us to leave. He nodded sympathetically and we moved to the bedroom door unnoticed. In the kitchen, I gave him an envelope, which he thoughtfully tucked into his back pocket with an appreciative smile That was three days ago. This morning, way too soon to know, I heard Mary in her bathroom, commenting to no one and in that ‘could be’ tone. “Oh, I don’t know...”
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