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Reluctant Wife usedI’m always amused when I read stories that involve black men, and how all of them are so well endowed. I think that the writers of these stories have not seen very many black men naked, or they have a very vivid imagination.Having been in college athletics for four years, I have seen a large number of both white and black men naked, and in my opinion there is essentially no difference in penis size between white and black men.However, there are some rare notable exceptions in both white and black men. Over these years I have seen three white men and two black men who, in there softened state, had penises that were very impressive, both long and very thick. But this was certainly not the norm in the many people I had seen in the showers. Needless to say, these men came in for quite a bit of ribbing.One of these people was Greg, a black man that I played football with, both in high school and our college careers. We were both from the same city, and we became good friends, our friendship continuing into our professional life.Greg always got a lot of teasing about the size of his cock, but he took it good naturedly, and would usually respond by telling them that they were envious. In addition he was quite good looking, and had no trouble dating women in college, and mostly he dated white women. Word got around about the size of his penis, and the combination of being a football star, good looking, and also with a large penis, almost had women lining up for a date. I think being black also helped, as quite a few white women were very interested, perhaps something about the forbidden nature of dating across racial lines, and the size of his appendage was certainly a plus.I asked him once if the women he dated had any trouble taking a cock that size. He laughed and said that quite often that was the case. He said some complained that they couldn’t take it, and yelled a lot, but he always got it into them. It just took a little longer to stretch them out. Occasionally one of the women would start struggling and sobbing, but they were wet by that time, and he just held them firmly by their hips and kept pushing till their muscles gave way and they were penetrated. I was jealous of the ease he had of getting dates, and certainly jealous of the amount of sex that he got with very little effort. However, some women that had trouble with his size did not come back for seconds.After college we both found jobs in the same city, and we continued our friendship. It wasn’t long after we got jobs that we were married, and we went to each other’s wedding. Greg married Sandy, a very beautiful black women, a standout beauty, lighter in color than Greg. I was also fortunate in marrying lovely women whom I met in college. Gail was a tall dark-haired woman, with medium sized firm lovely breasts below wide shoulders, and with a tapered waist swelling to lovely rounded hips and ass. All of this above a set of beautiful long legs; a classic beauty. She had several modeling jobs, but this was a sideline, as she worked as a lawyer in a local law firm. Several men had tried to hit on her at different times, but even though she was flattered she always resisted their advances.We socialized some with Greg and Sandy, frequently going to events together, or just having dinner, either at one of our places, or at a restaurant. Also Greg and I played a lot of tennis. I had played for years and was a very competent player, whereas Greg was just a beginner, but he brought a lot of enthusiasm to the game, and was anxious to learn. Being a natural athlete, and taking tennis lessons he progressed rapidly, so I didn’t mind playing with him, and it wasn’t long before I had to expend some effort to win our games.I noticed that at times my wife was flustered when Greg was around, and sometimes she blushed when she found Greg looking at her. A couple of times I mentioned to her that Greg had a very large cock, and I said that I didn’t know how his wife is able to take him on a regular basis. However we knew that he played around. I said, “I can understand why he is able to seduce other women as he is very good looking.” Then I asked her if she had any fantasies about Greg. She denied it but she blushed, and I suspected that she did think about him in a sexual way. She said “Yu know, I have always been faithful to you.” And then candidly, “I do find him attractive, but he and his wife are good friends, so that’s the way it will stay and I don’t want to change that.”A couple of weeks later my wife and Sandy had lunch together. Gail said that they began talking about their spouses, and Sandy stated that she knew her husband played around with other women, but she didn’t appear concerned about it, and I asked her why she tolerated it. She said, “You know, Greg has a very large cock, and when he’s doing it to me all the time I get very sore, so I’m glad to get a rest now and then, but I also love the guy, and he is a good provider, so I overlook his philandering. You know he only seduces white women, mostly married white women. I think he likes to get back at whites for the way they treated blacks in the past. I’m sure when he gets that cock into them, they are stretched out pretty good, and their husbands suffer in comparison.”That night Gail related their conversation to me. I was surprised that she tolerated his infidelities, but it was none of my business, and I said this to my wife.”I know you have fantasies, but I don’t want you acting on them. I know he is good-looking, black and with a large prick, but don’t get any ideas. He must bring out something primitive in white women, maybe to sample the forbidden, or the sheer naughtiness of being taken by a black man, perhaps fantasies of being taken forcefully, and made to submit to one.” Greg did have an overwhelming aura about him, a sexuality that was apparent to women, and appealing.With all this talk about Greg and sexuality, I found myself inexplicably aroused. I never told my wife that I had sexual fantasies about her having sex with another man, but there were times in the past when I had thought about it, and now I thought about it even more, thinking about Greg getting it on with my wife, thinking about Greg seducing her. Even though I knew that this should not happen, the image of them together would intrude into my mind at times. But it would hurt our long relationship, our friendship. But this did not stop the thoughts of Greg fucking my wife. Sometimes, when my wife and I were making love, I would fantasize that Greg was doing it to her, and I would get very hard and soon would come in her.Frequently after playing tennis we would stop either at my place or Greg’s for a few drinks. At one of these times I mentioned that women just seemed drawn to him, and I said that even my wife was attracted to him, and got kind of fluttery when he was around.”I know that you haven’t tried to seduce her, but if you did I know she canlı bahis would not succumb to you. She has always been faithful to me.” Then Greg was smiling at me and said, “How do you know she would be faithful to you? Would you like me to give her a try, just to be sure she would remain virtuous?”I said, “No, I don’t want you to come onto her.” But he had planted a seed in my mind, and I found it hard to shake the thought of them making love, the thought of his cock inside her. Much as I wanted to, I could not prevent the image of her being penetrated by his huge cock.I have noticed that women who have very good legs tend to show them off by wearing short skirts, and my wife did just that. Her skirts were usually above the knee, revealing her very attractive legs. She got lots of looks from men and I did not mind this, as I was proud to be the husband of such an attractive women, and she invariably wore skirts rather that slacks.But there was a down side to this, for sometimes when Greg was over, and she was sitting opposite him, occasionally her thighs would separate as she leaned to get something, or as she was getting up or sitting down. I knew at these times that Greg had a good view of her stocking-clad thighs, and her naked thighs above her stocking tops, and I suspected that he had an occasional view of her nylon panties. A couple of times I saw Greg catching a quick view up her skirts He did not seem to mind that I had caught him, and just smiled. I warned my wife about this and asked her to be more careful, especially with Greg. However, she liked the attention she received, even though I was sure that she never would allow him to make love to her, or any other man who admired her.We played tennis quite often, and after our games we would stop at his place or mine for a couple of drinks Usually by the time my wife got home from work we would say good-bye. But occasionally, my wife would be gone and we would eat at his place, and if his wife was gone on our tennis day, Greg would eat at our place. Other times we would do things as couples. On one of these days when Sandy was out of town on business, and we had played tennis, I invited him to dinner, and he accepted. This day we had a good match, and this time he finally won, and he was quite pleased. He said as a reward I should let him service my wife.”Sure, and then when you lose, I should service your wife. Just forget it.”I had called my wife and told her that Greg would have dinner with us, so we showered at my place and got into some slacks, and then opened a beer. By the time she arrived home from work we had polished off about three beers, and I fixed a couple of drinks for my wife. She was still in her business clothes, a jacket, blouse and skirt. Soon we were all feeling relaxed so we fixed dinner, and we had our dinner with a couple of bottles of wine which Greg supplied. My wife did not bother to change, just taking off her jacket. She looked very attractive in her sheer white nylon blouse and her tailored gray skirt, and showing the usual amount of nylon clad legs. By the time dinner was over and we had a liquor, we were feeling no pain.While my wife was doing dishes, Greg and I were in the large family room finishing our after dinner drinks. Then he said, “Why don’t you arrange for Gail to be alone with me?”I said, “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, how would we do that?” He replied, “You could go up to bed and kind of fall asleep. I know she finds you attractive, and even though she had a few drinks you would not get anywhere, even if I arranged for you to be alone with her.” Then he challenged me; “If you have the courage of your convictions you won’t worry about your wife being seduced by me.”Well that got me thinking. If Gail was alone with him would she be able to resist his advances?Should I even give him an opportunity? I thought if she was not resisting his advances I could intervene at any point. I had mixed emotions; could I deal with it if my wife was succumbing to him? Greg, looking at me smugly, “Maybe you don’t want to know, maybe you don’t trust her. Maybe you’re afraid that I might be successful.”Finally I said, “Alright, I know my wife, even if she is aroused she won’t let you seduce her, and remember you are not to force her, or I will intervene.”Greg said he had never forced a women to have sex with him.My wife joined us for a drink when the dishes were done, and without saying anything, I slipped up to our bedroom and quickly undressed and got into bed. It wasn’t long before she came up to check on me, and I pretended to be asleep. She pulled at my shoulder, but I did not respond, so she went back downstairs to join Greg. I moved to the stairway and heard her say to him “He’s asleep – I couldn’t wake him; I think he’s out for the night.” Then it was quiet for a while so I moved downstairs to the darkened hallway and positioned myself so I could see them in our large family room. If I hadn’t had several drinks, I would not take this chance, letting them be alone together. I’m sure Greg knew that I was near. Finally he made his move while he was standing, supposedly getting ready to leave. He pulled my wife into his arms, and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and she said, “Don’t, don’t do this!” But he ignored her protests and held her in another kiss, holding her longer. Breaking the kiss she said, “Stop this! I can’t do this with you.” He said, “I know you like me, and you like the attention; you get flushed when I look at you.” My wife said, “Yes, I am attracted to you, but I can’t let you make love to me.” Even now my wife was flushed, but I thought his attempt on her was over.I was wrong! Greg pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, holding her longer, and now he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled the zipper down, pushing on her skirt until it fell to her ankles. She protested again, but her protests fell on deaf ears as he now undid her blouse and pulled it free. She said, “Please Greg, don’t do any more; I can’t give myself to you.” She was standing in her peach colored bra, and matching sheer lacy slip, as he was holding and caressing her. In spite of her protests she was responding to him, her eyes wide, her face flushed, trembling in his arms.She stood, almost as if paralyzed, as he unsnapped her bra, pulling it off her shoulders, her beautiful firm breasts exposed, my wife gasping as he continued working on her, kissing and caressing her, now stroking her breasts, the nipples hardening to his touch. She pleaded with him, but she appeared helpless, and he was relentless, pushing her slip down until it joined her skirt at her ankles. She was trembling, and she was clearly very aroused, responding to him, as step by step he was expertly seducing her. I still believed that she wouldn’t let him go all the way, but I was beginning to worry. She was resisting, but it appeared to be a token resistance, which he was steadily and relentlessly overcoming. bahis siteleri I found myself aroused by this erotic scene, and I did not know what to do-to intervene now, or see if this was going further.Then Greg lifted her free of her skirt and slip and laid her down on the huge sofa, pulling off her shoes. She was feebly attempting to prevent him from going further, saying, “You have to stop, I can’t do this to my husband. I’ve always been faithful to him.” She was flushed, trembling, and breathing rapidly He gripped the legs of her panties and started pulling them down, but my wife was holding the waistband and saying, “Please don’t take my panties down! Please don’t!”But he continued pulling on them until she lost her grip, and he pulled them from under her hips and ass, down her stocking clad thighs to her ankles and then off, my wife gasping as he relieved her of her panties.She lay there wide-eyed, naked except for her garter belt and sheer stockings, looking incredibly erotic. She feebly attempted to raise up, but he held her and continued his caresses. She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t prevent her arousal, and pleading with him did not stop him from relentlessly seducing her. I could see her losing control as he stroked her, my wife gasping when he pushed her thighs open, gasping again when his fingers found her cunt, stroking her there. When he spread her thighs even more, I realized that she was surrendering to him, that she lost any will to resist. She began whimpering and moaning as he moved his tongue on her nipples, and stroked into her red and moistening cunt, the lips gaping slightly. There were tears on her face as she realized that she was helpless, and that she was going to submit to him.He continued his stroking and caresses till she was moaning with her arousal, and I realized that she was going to be fucked, that she had no will to resist, that she was surrendering to him. He realized this also, and at that moment he quickly stripped. When his shorts came down we were looking at a very large and very hard cock. When she saw his cock she gasped, and said ” oh no, oh my God, I can’t take that!” But I knew she was going to, and Greg knew it also. She had closed her thighs, but she was helpless and he easily spread them again, and then mounted her, covering her, directing his extremely hard cock against the moist open lips of her cunt, moving his cock against her cunt, wetting the large purple head.He started slowly pushing into her, the lips of her cunt beginning to stretch as he began his entry, my wife groaning at the insistent pressure, spreading her legs more and raising her knees to ease this pressure, making his entry easier. He began to push more strongly, and my wife cried out as he entered her, her cunt tightly stretched around his thick cock.Now his cock began invading her as he slowly pushed deeper into her, my wife groaning continuously, her thighs fully open. Moving back and forth, wetting his cock, he finally pushed fully into her, my wife giving a hoarse cry as he impaled her on his cock. It was far too late to stop this now, since I was incredibly aroused, and was also helpless.Even though I thought she wouldn’t be seduced by this stud, somewhere in my mind, I knew that I was going to see this stud service her, and watch her being thoroughly fucked.He held his cock fully in her until she got used to his size, and he began to fuck her with slow deep strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting till my wife was moaning, her legs lifting up, her body jerking with each thrust. I was watching that thick cock moving in and out of her cunt, and then she folded her stocking clad legs over his, suddenly crying out and clutching him, her body shaking as she came. He held her till her spasms subsided, and then began moving in her again, taking a long time with her, enjoying his conquest, and her submission, and he enjoyed making her comeHe began thrusting into her more powerfully, punishing her with his cock, and soon she was responding again, and then her body stiffened as another orgasm was full upon her, and she cried out, her body in spasm. At this moment Greg groaned and thrust fully into her, pulling her hips and ass tightly against him as he came in her, holding her until he emptied his cock, draining his cock in her. Suddenly I thought about a condom, but it was too late now, her cunt full of his semen, her legs around his thighs.Finally he moved off and she lay there, her legs spread, her cunt gaping widely, Watching this stud servicing my wife I almost came myself, incredibly aroused by this erotic scene, almost forgetting that it was my wife that got so thoroughly fucked. I know I would have come if I touched myself. Now my wife was crying softly, tears running down her cheeks, tears of regret that she had surrendered her body to this stud, that she had lost control and was helpless to prevent his invasion. She had never been fucked so deeply, or responded with total lack of control, and I knew that she never came like she did with him. He was smiling now after his conquest, and knowing that I had witnessed her seduction, and seen how she responded. She was still sobbing softly as she closed her legs, and then slowly began dressing. Then she said, “This isn’t going to happen again; and it would not have happened if I hadn’t had those drinks!”I hurried upstairs and got into bed. I heard Greg leaving, and she did not come to bed immediately; so I assumed that she was cleaning up, but when she did come up and begin to undress, I pretended to wake up and said, “It’s late – did Greg just go?” And she nodded yes.”He stayed very late, did he try anything with you?”She said, “No, we just talked.”I told her, “I woke up when I heard a noise downstairs, so I got up and came down to check, and the noise I heard was Greg seducing you. I saw what happened!”She started to cry and said, “I’m so sorry, I thought I could stop him, but I got carried away, and I couldn’t help myself. Looking at me she continued, “How much did you see?””Everything.””Then why didn’t you stop him?”” I wanted to see what would happen, if he would try to seduce you, and if so, how far would you let him go.””When you saw he was going to fuck me, why didn’t you stop him then?””I got excited; I got carried away also when I saw what was happening, and I thought I would stop him before he put his cock into you. But it was so erotic, and I did not think he could get that huge cock into you. But he did and then it was too late, and I had to watch till it was over.”Then she got angry and said, “You set me up, and then you watched your own wife getting seduced by him, and you got a thrill out of watching him strip off my clothes and then fuck me. Your own wife. I don’t believe this!”I told her I was sorry, that I didn’t think it would go that far.She was still angry and said, “You enjoyed watching your own wife get fucked-you stood there and watched and you güvenilir bahis didn’t do anything. If you enjoyed it so much, maybe I should do it again.”I told her that she had very much enjoyed getting serviced by that stud, enjoyed getting thoroughly fucked. She said she couldn’t help herself, but we were not going to drink and do this scene again.I was still thinking about what happened, and I was getting hard again, and she reached over and felt me, felt my arousal. She said ” come on, you might as well be second.” Then I mounted her. She was very loose but still I came quickly.”He stretched me out pretty good, didn’t he? I never thought I would stretch that much. Maybe we both realized our fantasy. You know I found him exciting –what women wouldn’t, but I did not know that you would get aroused watching Greg fucking me. God! I wonder if Sandy will know what happened?”I thought that would be the end of it, but a few days later when I got home Gail was tearful. I sensed what happened, and then the story unfolded. Greg had come over in the afternoon, and when my wife let him in, he just picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.She protested, but he ignored her protests, and when she tried to fend him off he would push her arms to her sides. Finally she just stood there, wide-eyed, as he began undressing her. He methodically removed her dress, her bra, her slip and panties till she stood naked and helpless before him. He stood there smiling at her, then stripped till he was also naked, his cock standing straight out.Then he pushed her down on the bed and easily spread her legs, and knelt between her thighs. She was so aroused and wet, being taken this way, taken like a whore. Again he began stretching her as he pushed into her cunt, except his entry was painful, and she was crying out as she was penetrated deeply. Once more he fucked her powerfully and thoroughly till she was crying out as she came, coming even more strongly as she felt the head of his cock begin to swell, and to pulsate deeply into her body as she was fully impaled. He held her firmly till he had emptied himself into her, his semen flooding her. She lay there conquered, naked and spread-eagled on our bed, their moistures seeping from her. Smiling at her, he dressed and left.I was both aroused and angry at what had transpired. I didn’t know what to do. Should I tell his wife? We talked about what to do. She said she was powerless, incapable of stopping him. I wondered if he would take her again.I got the answer to that one-week later. He had come over in the morning and the same thing happened. She had been unable to stop him from taking her again, and he had taken her roughly. She had been humiliated by him–he made her raise her dress and slip till her panties were exposed, and then turn slowly around, treating her like a common whore. He had fucked her on her back, and when he recovered he put her on her hands and knees, her face pressed to the bed, and taken her again. He said this is how white men treated their black slaves-treating them like a****ls, and making them pregnant.I told her if this happens again we are going to talk to his wife. She can stop him. My wife said we have to do something. She said she had never been so helpless. “This is the end; I am not going to give into him again.”Five days later, she was going downtown to a luncheon with three women friends. A short time before they arrived, and my wife had just finished dressing, Greg arrived, walked in and came upstairs to our bedroom. She was angry and told him to leave as her friends were coming soon to pick her up. He told her that they better hurry as he was going to fuck her before she left. She said absolutely not! Just then the women drove up and she said she was going. Greg told her if she didn’t fuck him he was going to walk out with her to the car, and what would her friends think then? Her pleading fell on deaf ears. He said open the window and tell them that she had an important telephone call and would be a few minutes. She realized she had no choice; she couldn’t let them see this black man; so she did she was told.He took her to the bed and put her on her hands and knees, pushing her head to the bed. He pulled up her dress and slip till they were hanging from her waist, and pulled her lacy sheer panties to her knees, then spread her thighs apart. She was whimpering, knowing resisting was futile, tearful as he dropped his trousers and underwear, approaching her with his rigid cock. To her distress she was becoming wet, but did as he said, keeping her thighs apart so it would be over soon. He wasn’t gentle, wetting his cock against the wet lips of her cunt and pressing strongly into her. She muffled her cries in the bedspread as he ravaged her cunt, stretching her again as he stroked powerfully into her. Her body betrayed her again, and she climaxed as he held her hips, pushing fully into her.She felt him swell, his semen spurting and pulsing against her cervix. Her humiliation was complete! He soon withdrew from her, pulling up her panties to trap the fluids. He wouldn’t let her clean up, pushing her to the door, sending her out to her waiting friends, who had impatiently honked their horn.Her friends noted her flushed appearance, but she told them she was racing around getting ready. Even though she kept her thighs pressed firmly together she felt the juices soaking into her panties and slip. She hoped it wouldn’t stain her skirt. But by holding her thighs together she still held a large amount of semen in her cunt, and surely some had entered her uterus.When we were home I heard the story. She was worried that she might become pregnant, since no protection was used during these couplings, and she thought Greg was trying to make her pregnant. We called Sandy and said we had to get together to talk, and she said to come over this evening. I asked her if we could see her alone, without Greg being there.When we arrived and sat down we told Sandy the whole story, and we asked that she stop him. Sandy laughed and said, “I know all about it; Greg told me everything; about how he seduced you, and each time he fucked you, and with my encouragement. How did you feel with that huge cock inside you? He said that once he stretched you out, and started fucking you — you really got into it. I just wish I had been there, watching you underneath him, watching him fill you with his semen.””How could you do this? I thought we were friends.””We did this with our other friends also, so you aren’t special. We planned your seduction together, we really liked the challenge, and I get a thrill each time he fucks a white women, especially a married one. It’s black peoples time now, and I hope he made you pregnant; it won’t be the first time that he fertilized a white women.”We left angry, and she was sobbing. I said, “We’re never going to see them again! I just hope that you are not pregnant.” We soon found out that she was, and over the next few weeks, watching her abdomen swelling, I was remembering the erotic scenes of this stud servicing my wife with his huge cock, fucking her in a way that I never could.

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