Unspoken Pleasure

It seemed like the longest movie she had ever watched on TV. She sat on the couch cuddled with Reggie, very conscious of his arm around her shoulders. She wasn’t his girlfriend; she was Dave’s wife. But Dave wasn’t here to prevent this from happening. It still felt wrong petting with Reggie and part of her had wanted to tell him to stop, but another part of her liked it.

“I’m tired. I think I’ll go to go to bed,” she announced, rising from the couch and escaping from his overly affectionate arm as soon as the movie ended. She couldn’t even remember what the film was about. She briefly noticed the huge bulge that had formed in Reggie’s pants again. She had caused him to have another hard-on, but perhaps he could relieve it himself tonight.

“Christy,” he called as she had started walking away from him.

She turned and thought she saw a compassion in his eyes she had never noticed in them before.

“I know you think I’m a monster. I’ve done some bad things to you and I’m sorry about that, but I’m not a bad person. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted you so much and I didn’t know how to get you. But I’m kind to my friends and people I love. And I love you. I’ll take care of you. Can we start over? I’ll always be nice to you if you nice to me, okay?”

She didn’t know what to say to him. It was late and she was tired. She forced a smile. Maybe she cared for him, but she wasn’t sure. “Okay,” she softly replied and went to her room.

Christy’s thoughts briefly kept her awake as she lay in bed waiting for sleep. She didn’t need the condoms she had bought yet. After their trip to the pharmacy, she and Reggie had performed oral sex on each other but did not have actual intercourse since that morning when they relieved his painful erection. They had a long conversation today and a better understanding of each other. After what he had done to her, it seemed like they could never be friends, but it was happening anyway. In fact, they were becoming more than friends. There was a lot of heavy petting on the couch during that long movie. Would Reggie find his way into her bed this evening? The erection she had left him with was likely bothering him.

After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded, and erotic images of Reggie making love to her occupied Christy’s slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream. But when she awoke Reggie was beside her and his hand was inside her panties working her clitoris.

While she was unconscious, Reggie had brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.

“Reggie, I can’t keep doing this with you.” But she raised her hips, betraying herself.

Reggie slid her silk panties down her legs and lost them in the sheets as she lay completely naked. At least she was ready for him this time, she thought. She reached for the box of Magnum XXXL condoms sitting on her nightstand and timidly handed one to him.

“What the hell is this for?”

“For me, please use it.”

Reggie took the condom from her and tossed it across the room like discarded trash. “Sorry, baby, I love you too much to use that.”

“What? But you said you would wear one for me yesterday, Reggie.”

“Yesterday was different, a one-shot deal, and Dave’s rubber didn’t fit me. I told you before that you special to me and it feels better without them. I want us feel each other and I want this to be as pleasant and intimate as possible because I love you, baby.”

He kept saying that he loved her, but did he mean it? Oddly enough, she found herself wanting to believe him. “I know it feels better, Reggie. But this is wrong, and we need to use protection. You know I’m married to Dave and we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Reggie inserted his uncovered penis into her, male and female reproductive organs representing their two races intermingling, their body fluids beginning to mix like ingredients in batter. She felt all of him keenly with no barrier between them.

Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. Sex without that boundary was better, and deep down she was growing to want that kind of intimacy with him even if another part of her knew better.

“I’m married. If we don’t stop, I’ll get pregnant and then Dave will know about us.”

Reggie ignored her briefly and continued thrusting his massive black phallus into her slippery pink opening before reassuring her. “Don’t worry about getting pregnant, baby. I told you I’ll pull out, and if anything does happen, I’ll always take good care of you. I love you.”

“Oh,” Christy exclaimed, Reggie’s huge unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but his small size could never pleasure her like this. She didn’t know how or why she had acquired this desire for Reggie and his large penis.

“Oh, ah, okay Reggie, I’m your girlfriend and I love you. I want you inside me.”

Moonlight poured in through the window as Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him, finally drained of all willpower, accepting her fate as his girlfriend and surrendering to female instincts.

“Oh, oh, please. I’m your girlfriend. Oh, I love you. Ah… oh. I’m your girlfriend; I love you. You feel so good inside me.”

Christy liked to cum; and nothing made women cum more than big black cock. Make a woman cum enough times on a big black cock and it became habit. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat.

Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown, muscular pecs, slid around him and embraced him, the mantra he had made her learn replaying in her mind: I am his girlfriend and I love him. He feels so good inside me. “Mmmm.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

She locked her legs around Reggie’s ass the way he had taught her.

How would Dave react if he saw his beautiful wife behaving this way, rutting with a big black stud? Dave could have intervened and stopped this from happening, but now his wife had been spoiled by repeated force-feedings and Christy hungered for Reggie’s grade “A” negro dick.