Another repost.

[Niblick]

This is my favorite of all the stories I have written. It is semi-autobiographical except for the last part which I'm still hoping will happen!
Hope you all enjoy!


My Gift of Love
Damn! He was in love with her. Almost five and a half years together now, and still whenever he thought of her, his heart would swell until his chest ached. His heart was not the only organ to increase in size with thoughts of her.

His only regret in life was the forty-five years he had spent looking for a partner and lover like her. There had been two ex wives and a few other significant women along the way. But without exception, those relationships had all followed the same pattern. A short period of passion and sex, followed by a decline in all aspects of the relationship that had left him emotionally wounded. As a result, he had been alone for almost five years, one short fling excepted, and he was wary of letting the potential for heartbreak back into his life.

She was a couple of years removed from a sixteen year passionless marriage, and at times, still seethed with the bitterness of spousal betrayal and infidelity. Her general opinion of men was that they were totally untrustworthy because all their decisions were made by their penis.

They had met through the graces of an online dating service. Both had joined on a lark, unwilling to admit that loneliness was the real reason behind their membership.

After the first few months of reading through bios, each had met and dated a few other people. He had never seen anyone again after the initial meeting/date. She, on the other hand, had made a couple of friends. She liked both of them but knew neither one was right for her. She was sure of that after sleeping with one of them once.

They had corresponded via email for a few weeks until finally exchanging phone numbers. They both liked what they were finding out about the other and decided to meet face to face. After a few failed attempts to get together, they had met for a beer at a park near her house. After a six pack of beer and a couple of hours of chatting it was obvious to them both an attraction was there and they agreed to go on an actual date the following Saturday. Neither one had any idea the spark of attraction would ignite into the roaring flames of passion that burned still.

After a bottle of wine, they had kissed and touched for hours in the back of his pickup truck. It surprised them both when they ended up in her bed on their very first date. He always remembered that first fumbling, bumbling night with a grin in his heart.Neither had been very good between the sheets that night.

With practice, that all changed. They became very, very good at pleasing each other. It became the routine to be together on Monday and Thursday evenings. He would get home from work around five and prepare a dinner. She would arrive before six. They would eat and share their day, have a few glasses of wine and end up in his bedroom for the next few hours, in a place they came to know as "Magicland".

For her part, she was no innocent. At the same time, she had missed the revolution of the seventies and her experience was somewhat limited. She had lost her virginity fairly late for the era. Almost twenty-one. Her marriage, she would laugh, was once a quarter, wham bam sex that did nothing for her. The result of all this had been to suppress her sensuality and sexuality. She had admitted to him she had never had an orgasm from intercourse and had rarely masturbated.

He on the other hand, had come of age in the full bloom of the sexual revolution and had been with many women in the course of his travels and travails. He was not a big man, in either stature or endowment, and this had always clouded his opinion of his qualities as a lover. He was, of course, unaware that these very traits had helped him to become quite good as a lover. Because of his percieved inadaquacies, he had always been more interested in pleasing, and the pleasure of his partners, than in his own satisfaction. That alone seperated him as a lover from any other man she had ever experienced.


But enough of the background info and onto the rest of, and most interesting part of, the story.


After the initial fumbling and bumbling of that first time together, they both discovered joy in exploring their sexuality. As time went by, they were both surprised that each and every time they were together, the sex seemed to be better than the last. She discovered she was indeed orgasmic, with each one being more explosive than the last. Sometimes, she would have as many as a dozen shattering orgasms in one session. For him, he was astounded by her sensuality and responsiveness. It made him feel like such a stud and he felt that joy to the very soul of his being.

Early on in their relationship he would hold back in order to prolong her pleasure (as he did to this day) and naturally, he could not maintain an erection for the hours they were together. So he would do the next best thing. He would go down on her. With his tongue on her clit, he had inserted one finger in her pussy to see what she would do. When she had squirmed and pushed back against him, he was thrilled by her response. He had continued this way for a while and then he used two fingers and her response had been even stronger. If two was good, then three should be even better. And it was! Pretty soon he was using four fingers, his mouth no longer on her, and she was fucking him with wild abandon as he pistoned his hand in and out of her. She loved it! She really liked the idea of being stretched, she said.

The very next day he had stopped by the local adult store and procured two items for her (and his) pleasure. One was a normal sized, adjustable speed vibrator with a sleeve that was all knobby. Of all the toys he subsequently bought, this would always be her favorite. He also bought a huge dildo. It was made of soft red plastic, shaped with glans and the veins of a real cock. It was also twelve inches long. Most amazing was that it was over three inches thick and almost eight inches around. He wondered at the time if it was going to be a waste of money.

The next time they made love, he introduced her to the vibrator and she fell in love with it immediately, as he knew she would. After all those non-orgasmic years, she had quite a few in reserve and with the vibe's help, she appeared determined to catch up. It just seemed to make her hotter and even more orgasmic. He couldn't have been any happier. She would hold it to her clit while he was inside her. She would rub it on her clit as she slid it in and out of her pussy with him in her mouth. She used it on her nipples. She would even let him watch her play as he recovered. It thrilled and satisfied him in ways he had never experienced before. Some men may have felt threatened, but not him. He viewed it as an ixtension of his ongoing mindset. Anything for her pleasure. Anything to keep her wanting to come to his bed. He loved it and so did she. She had never been so satisfied or had so much joy in bed. He made sex fun for her.

He waited a couple of weeks before introducing her to the big red dildo. He hid it under the bed and had waited til she had cum twice, once with him inside her and once with her 'favorite'. She was lying on her back with her legs open and him playing with her pussy. He reached under the bed and slyly brought out the dildo without her seeing what he was doing. He took some lube from the bedside and liberally coated the red monster. He then placed it against her pussy lips. Her eyes, which had been closed, popped open to look directly into his.

"I have a surprise for you", he said. "I hope you enjoy it."

With her looking into his eyes, he slowly pushed the dildo past her lips until just the tip was in. She closed her eyes.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

"MMmmmmm, yes." she replied.

He applied a steady but gentle pressure and allowed her to squirm and wiggle more of it into her. When she had half of the big red dildo inside her now stretched pussy, he abruptly pulled it out.

"Do you like it? Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yes, Oh God, yes! What is it?" she wanted to know.

He placed it on her belly. She picked it up and held it wonderingly.

"It looks and feels like a big red gummy bear," she giggled.

He rose up and slid into her tunnel as she held her "Gummybear" between them. This is so exciting and so much fun was the thought that kept running through her mind.

After fucking for a couple of minutes, he stopped, pulled out and looked questioningly at her.

"Yes", was all she said as she moved the "Gummybear"back down between her legs.

He took it from her and put a bit more lube on it. Once agian looking into her eyes, he placed the tip against her pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth teasing her clit. She began wriggling her ass again as he started to slide it in. Deeper and deeper it went as he marveled at the way it stretched her pussy lips. A few days ago, with this in mind, he had talked her into shaving her pussy. Now he was happy he did. He watched, with increasing excitement, as the huge red "Gummybear" slid into her bald pussy. She sinuously moved her ass around and hunched down to pull it further inside her. He could feel the dildo reach bottom so he just held it in place. Her eyes were shut and she was holding her breath, quivering with excitement and passion. She had almost ten inches of the "Gummybear" inside her, and with the silly grin she had on her face, looked to be in heaven.

"You've got it all," he told her in amazement. "Do you like it? Does it fill you up? Have you ever felt anything like that before? Do you want me to fuck you with it?" All this asked in a rush.

He was more turned on than ever before. Excitement made him tingle all over and he had never felt more in love than at this very moment. Never very vocal in bed (one of the few things he wished he could change about her) all she said was,

"Yes. Yes. No, never. And, Oh YES!!"

He pulled the monster out slowly, fascinated by the way her pussy lips distended and stretched, seeming to pull even against the lube. He continued to pull until only the tip was still in her and stopped. She let out a huge sigh and he started back in, slow and steady, as she sucked her breath in and held it. He pushed until he hit bottom and immediately began pulling it back out, slow and steady. In and out with a steady rhythm. She was now actively fucking the huge red dildo, sucking her breath in on the in strokes and letting it out on the out strokes. Gradually he increased the tempo and she kept up her fucking motions just like she did when she fucked him. Faster and faster he moved the dildo in and out until he could go no faster and still she kept up. Finally, with a cry of exultation, she came, twitched for quite a while and then went limp. He slowed his movement and finally stopped with half the dildo still in her. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face screamed of passion and sex and lust and fulfillment.

He started the movement again and to his surprise, she responded as strongly as she had before. Faster and faster, just like a few minutes before, he moved the dildo in and out as she fucked it. She came again, quicker this time and pushed on his arm until, with a resounding 'pop' out came the dildo.

"No more," she groaned.

He was still on fire as he climbed on top of her and began fucking for all he was worth. His cock looked ridiculously small compared to the huge dildo, but to his complete surprise she seemed as tight as ever. What magic is this he wondered. Her pussy was on fire inside and she began to respond to him. Fucking him with the same intensity she had used on her "Gummybear", she made him cum as never before. It was the most exciting and satisfying experience either of them had ever had. Nothing else even came close.

"Did you like that?"

Her reply was a smile and a very passionate kiss.



Four years had passed. The year before they had bought a house together and married. Time and marriage had the typical effect. Their sex life slowed in frequency due to kids, jobs, daily responsibilities, and well, life. But the passion, excitement, and joy were still very much in evidence during their regular visits to "Magicland". They had amassed quite a collection of toys during the years. A few were for him, but most were for her pleasure, which in reality was his pleasure. They had experimented a bit with light bondage, ass play, and sex in odd places. It had all been great fun. Life, love, and sex had been good for them both, better than either had ever imagined it could be.

She had discovered that the consumption of a few glasse of wine allowed her to put aside the daily 'Mom' responsibilities, the two decades of no-fun sex, and the repressive morality of a midwestern upbringing. All that, combined with her heightened sense of passion during lovemaking, gave her the freedom to let her sensuality and sexuality take charge. These were the times he lived for. The walls of fear and repression would come crasing down, she would transform into the living representation of lust, and her desire for gratification would be paramount. He believed, and rightly so, that he was responsible for her metamorphosis into this lascivious vixen, whose sole concern was satisfying the itch in her pussy over and over again without inhibition.

He absolutely glorified her while in this state, and she had become his goddess of love. He worshiped her and would do anything for her pleasure, passion, and gratification. She had become the focus of his world and the central character in all of his erotic fantasies. The last toy he had bought her (about six months before) was a lifelike black cock, ten inches long, and very thick with a built in vibrator. Whenever they incorporated it into their love play, he would whisper in her ear that it was a real black cock she was fucking and ask if she liked it. As her passion would rise, he would ask again and again. Each time her answer would be a little louder.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" And finally, over and over, "I love fucking this big black cock", she would cry out as her pleasure reached new heights.

He had come to believe, over time, that the woman he loved deserved all the pleasure he could give her. He was also convinced, now that she knew how to fuck for her own pleasure, now that she knew the delights of intense orgasm, now that she could rejoice in and accept her sexual nature, that she deserved to fuck a very big cock. He knew how much she had come to love fucking with his small cock inside her. But, he was also cognizant of the pleasure she got from having large toys stretch her pussy. As odd as it may sound, even to his own ears, it seemed like the right thing to do for her. It seemed to him the ultimate gift his love could give. So he told her just that the next time they made love and used the black dildo. Instead of asking if she liked it, he asked if she would like it to be real. At first she wouldn't answer. But as she became more excited by the black cock plunging in and out of her pussy, he asked again, "Would you like to fuck a real cock this big?" A tiny little "yes" escaped her panting lips. He sensed her mounting excitement at the idea and pressed on, "Wouldn't you like this to be a very real, hot, huge, hard black cock sliding into your pussy?" Another tiny "yes", even as she increased her pace.

"Honey, I love you so much. I will give you that as a gift of my love if you want it. I would very much love for you to have that experience and pleasure," he blurted all in a rush!

She slowed her pelvis until she was barely moving on the phony cock. At last her eyes opened and she looked at him. He held his breath.

"You wouldn't mind," she quietly queried, "or be jealous if I fucked a well hung black stud?"

"Yes. I would let you. I want you to!" he declared with resolve. And then he told her what was in his head and in his heart. He also added,

"I won't mind as long as I'm there to hold your hand, to kiss your lips and to feel your passion and desire soar. I'll probably be jealous, but of him, not you!"

She looked deeply into his eyes as her pelvis gradually started to move. Her eyes slowly closed as she increased her pace with a small smile creasing her lips.

"Would you like that?" he whispered.

"MMmmmm", was her only reply, but her tempo increased at once. He waited until she was thrusting for al she was worth and asked again,

"Would you want this dildo to be the real thing? Would you like to be fucking a big, black stud right now?"

At that moment she came forcefully, accompanied with a long, drawn out,

"Yessssssssssssssss!"

Since their marriage, they had taken weekend interludes at local resorts as a way of getting away from all the pressures of work, life, and kids. Each and every time they did so, it was a reconnection of their love and the sex was uninhibited and fabulous. While they were making arrangements for the weekend's getaway, unbeknownst to her, he was making additional arrangements.

A couple of months earlier he had met a guy while playing golf that fit into his plans perfectly. John was in his middle thirties, about 6'3" and 225lbs. He was also very black. He had been personable, friendly, and fun to play golf with. After completing the first nine, they entered the bathroom at the turn together. Standing at adjacent urinals, he had glanced over and was surprised by the size of John's equipment. When he realized John had seen him looking, he had commented,

"My wife would sure like to get some of that!" as a way of hiding his embarrasment.

John replied with a smile, "Always happy to help out you white boys with your wife problems. It wouldn't be the first time."

They had both laughed and gone on to finish the round. After the round was over and the score had been tallied, John gave him the 22$ he had lost and complimented him on his game. He had also given him his card and said to him,

"If you ever need someone to play golf with, give me a call." And then with a big grin, he added, "Or, if you ever need help with that wife of yours, I'd be happy to do what I can."

Laughing as he walked away, he had yelled back to John, "I might just take you up on both offers!"

Thinking of this weekend, he had made the call. John, true to his word, was more than willing to help.

The weekend had finally arrived. They had checked into their two room suite around 4:00pm and were very pleased with their choice of accomodations. They inspected the room service menu, looked for movies to watch over the next two days and nights, and spent some time putting away their things.

They also took the time to lay out their full assortment of toys on a convenient shelf near the dresser. This had become part of their ritual and a source of great fun. They would take turns picking a toy out of the duffel bag and placing it on a towel on the shelf with a, "Would you like to see this in my pussy later?" or "I'll bet you can't lick this from one end to the other!" this always got them going and set the tone for a fun weekend.

A few hours later found them slightly drunk on wine and passionately kissing and touching on the couch.

"Go take a shower," she said, as she pushed him away, "I'm almost ready to play."

He stood and stripped in front of her, teasing playfully.

"OOOOooooh! Hurry up so I can shower, too," she said in her huskiest voice, a twinkle in her eye, and a smile on her face.

He ran for the shower.

While in the shower, he pondered the plan already in place for the evening. When he had called that morning, John was still a go and sounded excited at the prospect of, as he had put it, 'getting some white pussy'. He had wondered just what his wife would do when faced with the reality of actually fucking John's huge cock. Would she freak? Would she just back out and be pissed at him? Would she love it like he thought she would? Would she leave him for someone with a bigger cock after this experience?

He was still unsure of what her reaction would be tonight, but he decided losing her wasn't an issue. He was confident in her love and knew she believed in his love for her. All these emotional issues came together, combining with the excitement and anticipation, to give him a thrill he felt from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Just then the bathroom door banged open. His wife stood there naked.

"You should be done by now. What ARE you doing in here? Leave the water running."

She climbed into the shower stall with him, something she rarely did, and wiggled her way in until she was hogging all the water. She rubbed herself on him, pressing and sliding her tits all over his chest and down to his crotch until he was completely hard.

"Now get out while I shower and shave my little pussy all smooth for you," she playfully giggled.

While she was still in the shower he called the cell number John had given him earlier in the day. When John answered, he told him the room number and to expect the signal in about an hour and a half. John said he would be hard and ready to go when he knocked on the door.

She was through with her shower, half drunk and looking sexy as hell as she walked into the sitting room. She was wearing the crotchless, fishnet body suit he thought made her look incredibly desirable. Her hair was still wet, her skin glowed, and her face was slightly flushed from the wine and the heat of the shower. She was a vision that oozed sensuality and sexuality. She sashayed over to the wet bar and filled her wine glass, lit a cigarette, then looked at him and asked, "Are you ready for some fun? What would you like to do first?"

He told her, "I want you to come here and kiss me. Then I want you to go get your 'favorite', sit in that chair across from me and help your little friend get you hot for me."

"I'll gladly do that," she said as she walked toward him.

She leaned over, placed her hand lightly on his crotch and started kissing him gently. After just a few moments he felt her passion start to rise. She began kissing him more firmly and rubbed his crotch with increasing vigor.

"Is that enough?" she wanted to know.

"More," he breathed as he pulled her down beside him. They carried on like this for another few minutes before he gently pushed her away.

"Go get your friend now," he told her in a commanding voice.

She rubbed her tits onto his face as she rose, kissed him on the tip of his nose, and strutted into the bedroom. She was back in a flash, toy in hand. She sat down across from him and placed both her feet up on the low table. When she was comfortable she looked up at him with a grin on her face, her pussy clearly visible and showing a hint of moisture.

"Now what," she teased.

"Turn it on and use it like you know how," was his reply. "I want to watch."

The noise of the vibrator was barely audible as she used it to touch her nipples. She would look at him after each time she touched a nipple. Her other hand slipped down to her thigh as she continued playing with her titties. He could tell she was teasing herself as her free hand flicked around her crotch, touching first one thigh and then the other, sometimes lightly tapping her clit. After a time she turned off the vibrator and placed it in her mouth, making sucking sounds as she made her toy wet with her saliva. When it was wet enough for her liking, she pulled it from her mouth and asked, "Would you like me to do this to your cock?"

He just grinned at her. With that, the sound of the vibrator filled the room as she slowly moved her toy down and tenderly touched her clit. Her eyes closed, her head moved back, and a smile appeared on her face. He was in sex heaven, and apparently, so was she. She began moving the toy up and down her lips using its full length.

"Honey! Look at me."

Her eyes popped open and she smiled, not missing a beat as she kept moving her toy back and forth lustily. He began telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, and how she turned him on when she played like this. Her tempo increased. He kept up a continual chatter of 'sweet nothings' when suddenly she plunged the whole length of the vibrator into her pussy and held it there. Her eyes closed as her body faintly quivered.

He got up, walked over in front of her, and watched in awe for a moment. He reached down and removed her hand from the toy and quickly pulled it from her body. Her eyes opened and the look on her face was one of surprise and expectation, almost pleading for him to finish what she had started. He didn't want that to happen quickly. His goal was for her to reach the peak of arousal at the proper time. He looked at the clock beside the bed as he entered the bedroom with her following.

Another 45 minutes minutes should do it, he thought. He would let her have a little orgasm just to heighten her desire. Her first one always did that to her. He shivered with the thrill.

He rolled onto the bed and lying on his back, motioned for her to come to him. She crawled up from the end of the bed while kissing and licking him until she had her whole body on his and was passionately kissing him on the lips. She had positioned herself so she could rub her pelvis and bare pussy on his thigh and knee.

She was excited. Her mind was completely clear of life's day to day worries. She knew she could give her whole being to the joy they created together.

Dammit! She was horny! She wanted to cum and cum and cum tonight, she thought. And, he was in a very playful mood. She felt so wonderfully slutty. She imagined all the things they would do to, and for each other tonight as she continued to kiss him, all the while rubbing herself on his leg. This felt sooooo good, physically, mentally, and emotionally. She felt that joy rise in her until it bubbled into a giggle that she couldn't stop. She broke the kiss so the laugh could come free. He backed away and looked at her questioningly. She laughed even harder as she hugged him enthusiastically. She blurted, "I'm so happy you're my husband and lover!"

When she hugged him and spoke those words, he felt as if his heart would explode from the love surging up through him. He hugged her back and to his surprise, the emotional powderkeg he felt inside didn't detonate. He began to kiss his way down her body, slowing only to give her glorious breasts plenty of individual attention. When both her nipples were extended into hard little pebbles, he moved further down. At the first touch of his tongue on her clit, even knowing what was coming, she jumped. She quickly adjusted to his delicate ministrations by moving her pelvis with gentle thrusts at his mouth.

She had told him this was the most intimate of all pleasures she could receive and he was enamored with the act. He loved giving her pleasure more than he loved breathing. This was pure ecstasy for her and absolute joy for him. He could do this for hours if she didn't get so sensitive after cumming. She couldn't take it after that and would make him stop.

He continued to gently lick and suck her clit, occassionally plunging his tongue as deep inside as he could. She seemed totally lost in the storm of sensation assaulting her senses. He reached under the pillow where he had placed her 'favorite' and retrieved it without missing a lick. He placed the tip at at the entrance to her pussy, but didn't turn on the vibrator. When she felt her toy spread her lips and start into her, she broke the silence with,

"Oh God! Yes! Suck me! Fuck me!"

He was more than happy to oblige. He shoved her toy all the way in and held it there while continuing to nibble her clit. He felt her hips thrust at toy and mouth with increasing intensity. He turned on the vibrator full blast. After that, all he could do was hang onto the dildo and try to keep his mouth locked onto her clit. He felt her start to rise to orgasm, the first of many, many more he hoped. He let her get through just three contractions before taking mouth and toy away from her.

"Don't stop! Why did you stop? OOOooooooo," she moaned.

Her hips continued to thrust back and forth with a certain amount of frustration. He let her settle down a bit before asking, "Did you cum?"

Almost testy, she replied, "Just a little. It could have been so much better."

He moved up beside her for a kiss, giving her a taste of her own juices. He glanced at the clock and said,

"Perfect."

She looked at him with a hint of curiousity, so he kissed her again and rubbed her crotch. When her body began to respond, he got up and went over the their 'collection'. He picked up one of her toys, a blue gummy vibrator with ridges, about the same size as her 'favorite'.

"This one?" he queried.

She shrugged and grinned at him. He selected another toy, one with a bullet shaped vibrator on the end of a long handle. He held it up. She shook her head. He held up another, two slender vibrators that were inserted together and moved seperately. She shook her head again.

"I know what you want," he teased. "You want some big, black cock. Don't you?"

This time she nodded as he held up a realistic, thick 8" black dildo, with veins, balls, and vibrator. He grabbed a bottle of lube and moved to the bed.

"Would you like some big black cock in your pussy," he asked with a grin?

It was a game they had sometimes played since that one night. Her reply was in the spirit of the game.

"OOooo, Yes! I would just love to fuck a big, black cock," she stated as she held out her hand.

He poured a generous amount of lubricant onto her palm and then held the rubber prick near her. She reached out and caressed the cock, rubbing her hand up and down its length until it was covered with the slick lube. When she moved her hand to rub the rest of the lube on the lips of her pussy, it was his cue. He placed the tip between her pussy lips and held it there as she slid down until half of it was inside her.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaagh," came from deep within her as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

Following the 'script' of their game, "Are you ready to fuck this big cock?"

"Yes," came the reply through gritted teeth.

He pushed a little more of it into her.

"Do you want this cock to stretch your pussy wide?"

Again, "Yes."

He pushed in more of the cock.

"Do you want this cock deep inside you?"

Now, her reply was a little louder, "Yes! Please!"

Her passion and desire were now completely exposed. He pushed the rest of the cock into her.

"Are you ready to fuck?" He turned on the cock's vibrator.

"Oh yes, please fuck me now. Stretch my pussy and fuck me deep," she told him, just like she always did.

He commenced moving the cock in and out slowly. All the way out and then all the way in. She was responding to each thrust eagerly and with enthusiasm.

"Wouldn't you like this cock to be real? Wouldn't you like to fuck a real cock this size? You would like to fuck a real black stud, wouldn't you?" he asked in line with the 'script'.

"Oh, YES! I would love to fuck a big, black stud. Please let me fuck his huge cock. Please," she moaned, still following their 'script'.

"I would give you that gift in an instant. I love you so much and your pleasure means everything to me. I would love for you to get to fuck a huge cock," he said, as he always did.

"What if I could snap my fingers and make that cock a real one? If there were a knock on the door and your black stud was there with his huge cock, would you fuck him?"

This wasn't on the 'script' and she didn't immediately answer.

"Would you," he asked more forcefully?

"Sure! Sure I would. Yes! I want to fuck him now," she cried out!

He knew at that moment she was totally lost in the pleasure of their fantasy. All her inhibitions were gone and she would do anything to scratch the itch in her pussy. He reached over to the phone, hit redial, listened to it ring twice and then hung up. He moved to kiss her. It was hard to do because she was breathing pretty heavy and squirming on the bed, close to orgasm.

"I have a present for you," he whispered in her ear.

He reached down and took her hand from her toy, leaving it deep inside her. He turned her face toward him and snapped his fingers.

At that moment, there was a light knock on the door. Her eyes widened, a little startled.

"I love you and want you to have this." Her eyes closed.

"Say yes," he told her.

With her eyes still closed she nodded her head once as a tiny "yes" came from her lips. He kissed her on the forehead and moved her hand back to her toy. He watched just a moment until, once again her pussy was the center of her world. The big vibrating cock inside her was everything at that instant. He rose to answer the door.


He let John into the room. He was dressed in a t-shirt, baggy shorts with a huge bulge, and flip-flops. He also carried the mask he had said he would bring.

"You both ready for this," John asked?

He just grinned and nodded in the affirmitive. With that, John handed him a three-pack of super size comdoms and doffed his clothes and put on the mask. The mask had been John' idea. He had said, without a face, she's just fucking a body and it will be easier for her. He had liked the idea and agreed.

Standing before him was a large, naked black man wearing a black and white, zebra striped mask. John's cock, thicker than his wife's black toy and at least ten inches long, drew his attention. Now he was jealous, among all the other emotions he was feeling. Not jealous of his wife, but of John! He knew he could never do for her what John and that monster cock could. Even so, he loved his wife and wanted this for her, not himself. He motioned for John to follow.

All of this had taken just a few minutes. When he entered the bedroom he found his wife just as he had left her, slowly sliding the phony cock in and out. Motioning for John to wait, he went to her. He physically moved her so that her calves were over the edge of the bed and her pussy pointed directly at John. Her eyes were still closed and a smile on her face. He waved John over to stand next to the bed, directly between her legs.

"I have a present for you," he whispered and pulled the rubber cock out of her pussy.

She opened her eyes as if coming out of a daze. When she focused on the huge black apparition standing in front of her, her eyes went wide.

"I love you with all my heart and give you this present with my love," he quickly stated, and then kissed her.

She accepted his kiss, then pushed him back a little and looked into his eyes, seeming to search for something. Evidently she found what she was looking for. She smiled at him while pushing him slightly aside, and looked over at John's huge cock hanging before her. The dazed look she wore earlier reappeared as she reached up to carress the huge, fully erect tool. He seized the opportunity with, "Do you want this cock inside your pussy? Do you want to fuck this cock?"

As if in a trance she replied, "Yes, yes I do, Honey. Please let me, please!"

He placed one of the condoms in her hand and told her, "This is John. He's going to fuck you. Put this condom on his cock now."

While this had been going on, John had stood like a statue, hands on his hips with his fully erect cock sticking straight out in all its glory. When his wife first touched John's cock it had started to throb and bounce. It was the only thing on him that moved. She grasped his cock firmly with her left hand and with her right, rolled to condom down the shaft. Her movements were almost reverent. When the condom was in place, she lay back toward the bed pulling John and his cock toward her pussy. John had to lean over and place his hands on the bed to keep from falling on her. With John in this position, she scooted down until the tip of his huge cock was on her pussy lips. Holding it there, she looked up at her husband and asked,

"Can I? Can I, please?" He just nodded, afraid to speak.

She looked back to her crotch and began to slide down further, intent on getting the monster inside her. John knew what she wanted and thrust forward to help. The combination of the lube and her juices made her very slippery, as he well knew. John was able to pierce her, almost to the hilt, on that first thrust. She grunted, and her breath became ragged as she squirmed and wriggled her ass to get used to the stretching of her pussy that was taking place. Through out all this, John had remained motionless since he had entered her.

She couldn't believe this was happening. This could be an erotic dream, from which she would wake at any moment. It certainly didn't feel like any dream she had ever had. It felt way better than that. She had the biggest cock she had ever seen, balls deep in her pussy, and it was wonderful. In a moment of clarity, she realized what she was doing and looked for her husband. So taken by the sensations and taboo aspect of her lust, it took a bit of time for her to realize he was kneeling beside her on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. She reached for his hand and grasped it tightly, looked him in the eye and said, "Tell him to fuck me now!"

He looked up at the ebony giant and, still grinning, said, "Do it John! Fuck her good! Give her the fuck she deserves!"

John still hadn't said a word, but he knew what to do now. He began moving. Long, slow strokes. A full eight or nine inches would slowly disappear as he moved in, only to reappear as he withdrew. Her pussy lips, fully distended and stretched to the limit, seemed reluctant to let him pull out. Her eyes were wide open as she watched in fascination. As did her husband. In... Out... In... Out... suddenly she began to quiver and shake. She hooked her ankles around John's black ass, threw her head back, and yelled for him to go faster. John would have none of it. He was in control and refused to increase his pace. When she realized this, her eyes became even wider, her thrusts even wilder, and she crushed her husbands hand so hard he knew it was bruised.

"I'm cumming," filled the room as a long, low growl. And even louder, "OH! GOD! I'M CUMMING!"

Was she ever! He could hear how wet she was as the sounds of their fucking turned into squishing noises. He knew how much she was capable of ejaculating when extremely excited, and guessed it was at least a bucketful. He was giddy with the excitement and the lust that filled the room.

John spoke for the first time, "Get behind her and support her shoulders."

He jumped to obey. He had to force his wife to let go of his hand and then moved around behind her. With her ankles locked around John's waist, he lifted her by the hips until her pussy was parallel with his crotch. She was now two feet off the bed, supported by John's cock, her ankles around his waist, and her head on her husbands shoulder. John began stabbing his cock into her pussy, using his hands on her ass to control the action.

Each hard thrust almost knocked him over. In just moments she started to cum again, thrashing her head back and forth as unintelligible words and sounds poured from her throat. When he could no longer hold onto her, he lowered her lovingly to the bed. John then reached down and effortlessly lifted her to put her arms around his shoulders. When she had a good hold on him, he grabbed her ass cheeks and moved her up and down as she rode his cock wildly. Within just minutes he heard a muffled, "Not again."

Amazed, he watched as her cum began to run down John's thighs in copious amounts.

John looked at him. "Pillows," was all he said.

He grabbed the pillows and placed them where John had pointed. John gently removed his wifes arms from around his neck and lowered her ass onto the pillows, still deep inside her pussy. To let her catch her breath, John paused for just a minute before he began moving again.

She fucked John in this position for what seemed like hours, although she really had no idea how much time had passed when he came. She felt John's cock become even larger, harder, and hotter. Her pussy was super sensitive. She felt the cum flow through John's throbbing cock and into the damned condom. He was still for a moment, and then he was gone. She reached down to her pussy and could feel it still gaping wide open. She drifted in an afterglow of sated lust.

She must have dozed off. When she opened her eyes, John was gone. She had cum so many, many times. She had lost count after the first eight, or ten, or twenty times. It had been wonderful. Most wonderful of all had been her husband. He had been right there through it all. Kissing her, touching her, and encouraging her to reach ever greater heights of passion with his words of love. Funny, she had never felt more love for him than she did at this very moment. His love for her was so very strong. Had to be so secure in his love to give her this gift, the memory of which would last her a lifetime...or until the next time.

When she awoke the next day, the smell of coffee was in the air. Her was sitting across from the bed in a chair, reading the newspaper. When he saw she was awake, he said,

"Good morning, Lover. It's going to be another amazing day. Would you like some coffee and Bailey's?"

"Not til I've had a good morning hug," was her reply.

He put down his paper, climbed onto the bed beside her and put his arms around her.

"Honey, I had the most amazing dream last night," she said.

"I know," he whispered into her neck.

"I was there for every glorious minute of it!"

[roadrunner]

Thanks for posting this one again!

[SeaGirtCuck]

Good story.

[Niblick]

Just a bump for this story as I just had my wife reread this after quite a few years. Her response?
"Whew! This is hotter than I remember!!"

I'm still a wannabe and that may never change. I still love the woman and we share the fantasy fairly often while in bed and out!

[OOAA]

Amazing story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Excellently written!!!

Thanks for sharing