Dying to Fuck Your Wife Update

“Me first,” yelled Claire, leaping out of bed and making for the bathroom before Tom.

“What gives?” he asked.

“I need to change.”

“Oh,” he nodded, knowingly. Tom turned and headed back to bed.

Claire winced as a bad cramp hit her. The trickle had turned to a faucet. She took a quick shower. Her nipples were hard and despite her period, she was still horny. She vaguely recalled waking from a dream where she was on her honeymoon, walking down the beach in her bikini, and holding hands, not with Tom, but with Calvin. His legs were healthy and he was taller then she was. He was bare-chested and clad in a swimsuit. They arrived back at a blanket, Claire removing her bikini while Calvin pulled his shorts down, huge black cock springing out, fully erect. She spread her legs, looking down as the swollen head of his black shaft lined up with her pussy. Tom’s alarm woke her just as Calvin’s cock began to spread her pussy open.

A naughty dream, but it made sense considering she’d worn her honeymoon bikini with the little black man yesterday among the other things that she’d done with him. Claire wrapped a towel around herself, kissing Tom as he passed her heading for the shower. She dropped the towel and pulled her bikini back out of the drawer, placing a pad in the crotch. She pulled on skinny jeans that accentuated her legs and hugged her ass. She wore a red tank top for her top. It showed a band of skin above her jeans and her navel if she raised her arms.

Claire stopped in the kitchen, grabbing a banana for breakfast, and pausing at their calendar. She grabbed a pen, intending to mark when she’d be most fertile. Her cycle was pretty dependable, she’d be her most fertile starting about 13 days after her period ended, “Which puts it…” she mumbled. “SONOFABITCH!”

“Who, me?” asked Tom, hearing her as he came downstairs.

“I was figuring the best time we could get pregnant and it’s right when you’re away at your realtor convention. The night you leave is our best bet.”

“I’ve got an easy solution. Come with me?”

Claire perked up at the thought of getting away, then sighed. “Calvin needs me.”

“What’s more important, starting a family or helping The Little C?”

“Big C,” she corrected. “And right now, the answer is Calvin. We can put off getting pregnant a few months, but Calvin doesn’t have many more months left.” Claire looked at Tom. “Sorry.”

“I understand,” he shrugged. He wasn’t as in a hurry to be a dad as she was to be a mom, but he did love the hot unprotected sex.

Claire gave him another kiss and left for work.

 **********

Claire spent most of the day, tidying up the kitchen, washing Calvin’s clothes and sheets. He spent most of the day going around shirtless wearing only sweat pants with no briefs. She could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear as she could either see his cock flopping around when he was walking or see the long outline of it when he was seated. He was using the walker constantly now, placing the pressure on his arms as he shuffled around.

Claire was wondering when he would be wanting her to jerk him off, looking up expectantly whenever he called her name. “Claire?” he asked. She looked up wondering if he was ready. “Could you pick up some things at the store for me?”

“Of course,” she responded. He had the list on his phone and texted it to her. “I’ll leave now.”

Claire spent her time in the supermarket wondering if he was mad at her. Maybe he just needed to recoup after blowing three large loads yesterday? Maybe he was mad that she had told him they needed to tone things down? Whatever! She didn’t care anyway.

When she got back to Calvin’s house, she was surprised to see a wheelchair waiting on the front porch and another large package. “What’s in the box?” she asked, letting herself in with the groceries in her arms.

“A bench for my shower,” he told her. “You won’t need to wash me anymore.”

“Oh,” she said, frowning and feeling a little sad for some reason.

“The wheelchair, a friend found in a thrift store.”

The rest of the day was spent handing Calvin the parts for his new shower bench. It was a simple job involving only putting some screws in and Calvin had it done quickly. Claire carried it into his bathroom and set it up so that he’d sit facing the spray and able to reach out for the handles. “I think I’ll try it out tomorrow.”

“Should I wear my bikini in case you need help?”

“I was wondering why you were out of uniform,” he said, running his eyes up and down her body. “Though you do look lovely today.”

“Haha and thank you,” she said, blushing a little.

“I should be fine, but wear it. I need some weeding done and you could get some sun while you work.”

“Sure,” she responded.

“Claire?”

“Yeah?” Would you jerk me off? Can you get me off again? Speaking of bikinis, it’s handjob time, strip.

“Let’s try out the wheelchair.”

“Oh,” she replied, a little disappointed. “Sure.”

Calvin had a large property and a long driveway. Claire pushed him down to his mailbox. She found herself leaning over the handles, glancing at his bulge most of the way there and back. “I hate the fact that I need to be pushed, but I do love getting outside. Thanks for pushing me to do this.” He turned and reached out, placing a large black hand on one of hers. He held it there for a half a minute before removing it. “Think we could go for walks in the park or along the brook?”

“Of course. Your chair should fit easily in my car.”

Calvin seemed pretty cheerful, but Claire was feeling bitchy by the time she left, mad at him for not asking her to jerk him again. Not that she wanted to do it, she just wanted him to ask. My period must be making me grouchy, she thought. It was definitely her period as she snapped at Tom multiple times that evening over stupid stuff.

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Calvin’s yard didn’t need much work. He paid a landscaper to mow and do upkeep, but some weeds were poking up through the mulch and he’d ordered some flowers to plant around a crepe myrtle. Claire crawled around in the dirt, digging holes and placing the flowers in before covering them back up. Calvin was sitting in the wheelchair giving instructions. He was puffing on a joint while taking pictures of her with a tablet.

Claire felt flattered. She didn’t completely take his advice. She was wearing her bikini but had a pair of cutoff jean shorts covering her bottom. The rest of her was bare, but for the white sneakers covering her feet. She’d worn a tied-up plaid shirt giving her a country girl appearance, but she’d removed the shirt in the heat. “All done,” she said, wiping dirt off her hands and leaning down to wipe her knees off.

“Hold the pose,” he said when she stood back up. Calvin snapped a picture.

“Why are you taking pictures,” she said, placing a hand on her hip and leaning into the camera, instinctively posing for him.

“Cause you’re a perfect subject,” he answered. “You ever done any modeling?”

“Not professionally,” she answered, still posing as he snapped pictures. “I was in an ad at the movies for Martin’s jewelers.” She twirled around, letting her hair fly out to curl around one shoulder.

“I remember that,” he answered. The movie screen showed local ads before the previews started. Claire’s face had been in the ad, one hand on her cheek with a large diamond ring on her finger.

“I also got paid to wear a bikini at the boat show in the convention center one year and though it wasn’t a paying job, I did the…” She held her fist up to her mouth faking a cough for the first word. “Mmmphgerie show for charity at Finn McGees’.”

“What was that?”

She lowered her fist, blushing. “The charity lingerie show at Finn McGee’s.” Finn’s was the biggest club in town. Claire and Liz had agreed to do a lingerie fashion show with the club’s cover charge going to charity. That had been ten years ago.

“I know,” he said, grinning. “I went just to see you.”

“Really? I don’t remember seeing you there?”

“I had a hard time seeing through the crowd.” He held the tablet up, centering her on the screen. “Sucks to be short.” He looked up at her. “Unbutton those shorts and pull them open slightly.” Claire did as she was told, looking at him seductively. “Great, now pull them down your hips slightly.” She smiled, enjoying herself, wiggling the jean cutoffs slightly down her hips, her bikini panty appearing. “Now turn around and pull It down off your ass.” Calvin was enjoying himself too. She posed for him in the bikini. She laid down in the green grass, legs up and crossed, as she glanced over at him. She stood back up and did some yoga poses which seemed to delight Calvin to no end. “Now reach up behind your neck and take your top off.” He held the tablet up in anticipation.

Claire smiled, her hands slipping under her hair behind her neck, fingers pinching the string, starting to pull… “Whoa! I’m not posing topless for you,” she said, coming to her senses.

“DAMN!” He lowered the tablet and snapped his fingers. “Bottomless then?”

Claire shook her head, but couldn’t help chuckling. “No, I think I’m done posing.”

“Well, if you’ll help me, I think I’d like to try out the bench and take a shower.” He took a last puff on the joint and stared at the pinched butt between his fingers. “It’s a strange world, Claire. My brother’s in jail for selling this stuff and now my doctor’s prescribing it as a medicinal painkiller.”

“It’s not right.” Claire bent to retrieve her shorts. Her top was tossed over a railing on his front porch. She stayed in her bikini, kicking off her dirty shoes outside his front door. Calvin liked to do things himself when he could. He wheeled himself into the bathroom. Claire followed. “Need any help?”

“No, I should be fine.” He pulled his tee-shirt off over his head. Her eyes flickered down to his impressive physique. “Thanks though.” He sat still, waiting for her to leave.

“You sure you don’t want me to keep an eye on you?”

‘You just want to see my cock again,” he said, pointing a finger at her.

Claire was taken aback, feigning indignation. “Of course not.” Her eyes flickered down to the bulge beneath his sweat pants. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to make sure you don’t fall or something.”

“Relax, I’m kidding and if you want my cock, all you have to do is ask.” He turned the chair towards the shower door and locked the wheels. “I just want to do this on my own.”

“I understand. I’ll wait in your bedroom. Yell, if you need me.”

Calvin forced himself out of the chair. She could see the pain in his face, putting pressure down on his legs. It would have been worse if he hadn’t smoked the joint. He leaned in the shower door, one hand pulling the drawstring of his sweats. Her eyes watched the hand. She did want to see his cock again. “There is something you can do for me,” he said, pulling the knot undone. She stared eagerly at the bulge. It seemed more swollen. “Could you massage my legs for me when I’m done?”

Claire nodded, still waiting for him to push his sweats down. Instead, he just motioned with his head toward the connecting door to his bedroom. Claire flushed a little, turning and leaving him alone.

**********

Claire waited patiently, sitting on his bed, legs crossed as she shook one foot. She was a little uncomfortable. It was near the time she should be changing her pad. “I hate this time of the month,” she muttered. She heard the shower stop. Calvin sighed as he sat back down in his wheelchair. She was glad he’d managed on his own, but a part of her wanted him to need her help. Of course, if things went according to plan, she’d be a mother next year and have a baby that needed her all the time.

Claire stood when the bathroom door opened and Calvin wheeled himself in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his cock was so big she could see the end hanging over the seat of the chair. The towel surprised her as she thought he liked showing his huge cock off. She stepped aside, taking his arm as he stood and spun around sitting on the bed.

He laid down and turned so that he was laying on his stomach, head turned so that he could place his arms under it. “Oil?” she asked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

“Please.”

Claire sat on the bed beneath his feet. They were large feet for such a short man, the pale undersides a stark contrast to his dark black skin. She poured some oil on her hands and started at his ankles. His calves were atrophied and weak, another contrast between his built-up upper body. She massaged them, working her way up. Calvin moaned, enjoying it. He spread his legs slightly. She leaned down, peeking up under the towel, but somehow, he’d gotten his cock up under his stomach. All she saw were the huge balls splayed out on the bedspread.

Her hands rubbed over his knees. She added some more oil, starting on his thighs. Her hands ran up under the towel. She kneaded his upper legs, feeling almost no muscle left in them. Claire withdrew her hands, climbing up on the bed and kneeling behind him. “May I?” she asked, tugging at the towel.

“Be my guest.”

She pulled at the knot and opened the towel. She could clearly see his balls now and his hard ass. His waist was thin expanding out into broad muscular shoulders. “Would you like your back done?”

“Look at it this way Claire,” he mumbled, eyes closed. “Everywhere hurts and everywhere you touch feels better.”

Calvin jerked when she squirted some of the cold oil onto his back. She began working it into his muscles, moving up to straddle his legs while she pushed down hard onto his back, gently massaging his shoulders and neck. He continued moaning. She squirted a little more oil into her palm and moved down his shoulders over his arms. “Wow,” she mumbled.

“What’s that?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“These are some impressive biceps,” she told him. She massaged around his upper arm muscles, kneading her hands down to his wrists before sliding down and lifting her leg off him. “All done.”

“Can you do my knees?” he asked, rolling over.

Claire found herself holding her breath before slowly exhaling when her eyes landed on his cock again. She couldn’t deny her fascination with it. She was completely in awe of the short black man’s giant cock. It was soft, but plump, looking like a foot-long black eel had attached itself to his crotch or one of those black balloons that when inflated could be twisted into animals only she knew from experience that when his balloon inflated it became an unbendable steel rod.

Claire glanced up at Calvin, his arms were behind his head, the biceps she’d touched earlier bulging. Most importantly, his eyes were closed and she could stare at his cock without being embarrassed. She squirted some oil onto her palms and went to work on the front of atrophied legs, working her hands up to his knees. He moaned again as she rubbed his knee caps so she spent a lot of time on them before moving on to his thighs. She stared down at his balls, at the base of his crotch. His cock had slid and was hanging over his stomach. It swelled slightly, rising along his stomach so that it was no longer dangling.

Claire glanced back up to make sure his eyes were still closed. She straddled his legs again, taking the bottle and squirting some oil on his chest. She leaned down, rubbing his upper chest and along his shoulders back to his biceps. She sat back up, sliding up his thighs. Claire had to suppress a giggle when she glanced down thinking it looked like she had a giant black cock sticking out between her legs.

Claire added another squirt of oil between his nipples, letting a pool build up. Her hands moved down his upper chest, encountering his cock. She lifted it to that her left hand could massage his stomach, but her right hand was kneading the plump shaft, feeling it harden in her hand until she could slide her hand up and down the shaft. Her left hand dipped back into the pool of oil, joining her other hand on his now rock-hard shaft. She glanced back up to see if his eyes were open. They were and he was looking at her. “No,” he said.

“What?” she asked, startled. “Why?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“May I jerk it off?”

“Jerk what off?”

“May I jerk your big black cock off, Calvin?”

“It’s all yours, Claire.”

It’s all mine, she thought. All mine. Mine. Her hands kneaded over every square millimeter of skin, making sure his shaft was completely coated in oil. Now it looked like she had a hard-black cock sticking out of her crotch, she thought, looking down as her hands began to jerk her cock off.

“One more thing, Claire.”

“What?” She glanced at him alarmed that he might make her stop. He waved her forward with his hand. She leaned down. No kissing, she thought, licking her lips to wet them for him. His hand came up and ran through her hair. It moved through her hair, down her neck, pulling the string holding her bikini top. She smiled, sitting back up as the cups fell off her breasts. She wasn’t surprised to see nipples were swollen and pulling her areolae off the smooth white surface of her breasts. She reached behind her and untied the knot behind her back, tossing the bikini top aside as she placed both hands back on his cock.

“I like seeing you there,” he said. “It looks like we’re fucking.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, shuddering, looking down at his black body as her hands moved rapidly up and down his shaft. It looks like I’m fucking him, riding his big black cock. Her hands moved faster, feeling every ridge and bump, the protruding blue-black veins crisscrossing the shaft. She slid her crotch forward, pressing it hard into the base of the shaft she was jerking off. She stared in his eyes as she slowly humped his shaft like a wanton slut. He stared back, arrogantly, knowing his cock had a power over her.

“Pull it up against you,” he ordered.

Claire pulled his shaft up against her nearly nude body, the tip disappearing between the folds of her large bosom. She glanced down her cleavage at the fat head staring back at her with its single eye. Her hands weren’t stroking it anymore, they were caressing down it lovingly.

“That’s how deep it would be,” said Calvin.

“I couldn’t take it,” she whispered.

“You could and you’d love every inch of it. That big black cock would take you places Tom’s little white penis could never take you.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, pushing it away so that she could stroke it faster. “Why don’t you cum? Do I suck at this?” She jerked his shaft as fast as she could.

“You haven’t tried sucking it,” said Calvin, bucking his hips slightly, sliding it through her hands. “And you’re amazing. The Custis boys got stamina is all. I gave Mrs. Barnes a forty-minute slow fuck one night. The final ten minutes she was begging me to seed her white pussy.”

“Oh god,” cried Claire again, humping the base of his cock faster as she jerked him off. “Can’t believe Mrs. Barnes said that.”

Calvin laughed. “She had a filthy mouth. She probably came ten times during that slow fuck, but wanted the big one.”

“The big one?”

“The really big orgasm you have when I fill your womb up with my seed.” He was breathing heavily now. Claire was humping his cock, staring at him in awe. “She had so many big ones that night she begged me to fuck her ass just to give her pussy a break.”

“You’re pulling my leg,” she gasped, still doubtful a vagina could handle such a huge cock, and knowing an ass couldn’t handle it. Still, Calvin’s talking about it was such a turn on, she was going to cum. His cock was swelling and turning darker. She was still jerking her hands out along his shaft like it was her own. She stared down the thick length, the bulbous head centered over Calvin’s face.

“Fuck Claire,” he groaned. “Pull it up. Pull it up, NOW.”

She pulled back on his shaft, aiming it away from him and pulling it straight up. His cock shuddered violently. Her own orgasm broke making her cry out as she watched the fountain of semen erupt before her eyes, closing them quickly just as it splattered her face, a lot landing in her mouth. Her face was splattered with his hot seed again, more landing in her mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. Large wads landed on the tops of her breasts. Claire jerked more sperm from his cock, running the head around on her hard nipples. Her tongue flickered out, licking the cum from around her lips.

“Tastes better straight from the source,” he moaned, still bucking his cock up through her hands.

Claire groaned. She opened her eyes and looked down at his cock, semen was dribbling up out of his cock head and she had a strong urge to slide back and suck it straight from the source. She suppressed the urge, but the sperm leaking from the head was tempting. She stared at it, squeezing his cock tightly and stroking upwards. “I think I had the big one,” she said, smiling. The sperm pouring from the head covered the top of her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off while staring at him. Not straight from the source, but close enough. Why’d his semen taste so good?

“Nope, not the big one,” sighed Calvin, his cock starting to lose its steel. “Rub my seed into your tits.”

Claire glanced down at the semen covering her breasts. The tip of her nipple had a large drop forming on the head. A lot had shot up between her breasts. His cock fell like a log on his stomach when she released it. That hand joined her other hand rubbing his sperm into her breasts. She found Tom’s runny semen messy and disgusting, but she loved everything about Calvin’s seed. Claire moaned then whimpered when the tips of her fingers rubbed his rich seed into her nipples. Her pussy pressed down hard on his cock again. Rubbing her sensitive nipples felt really good. Another orgasm was growing, coming fast. Her forefinger and thumb squeezed her hard nipples, pulling them out. She pinched down hard. “AAAAHHHH!” she cried out, nearly screaming and humping his cock. Claire came down from the orgasm, falling forwards, her hands on his chest holding her up. She breathed heavily. “That,” she gasped. “That was the big one.”

“Nope.”

He couldn’t see her roll her eyes from her long brown hair hanging down over her face. It was certainly bigger than anything Tom had ever given her. She caught her breath after a bit, pushing herself back erect. “Care it I take a shower?”

“Yes. I want you to walk around like that the rest of the day.”

This time she rolled her eyes so he could see it. “I need to change.” She raised her eyebrows and he nodded knowingly. The two large orgasms had so soaked her bikini bottom she couldn’t tell if it was her period or orgasm soaking her pad. Probably both, she thought.

“Guess that means you aren’t pregnant,” he stated.

“No, and Tom will be out of town at a stupid real estate conference during the fertile part of my cycle. I could go with him, but I figured you would need me.” She looked at him expectantly.

“Sorry, I will need you when you’re fertile, but I understand if you choose to go away with your husband.”

“No, that’s okay. There’s always next month.” Claire climbed off, stumbling a little as she caught her footing. She untied her panty in the bathroom. She tossed the messy pad in Calvin’s wastebasket. It was lined with a plastic bag and she buried the pad under some tissues before stepping in his shower.

She pushed the bench back and stepped under the spray washing the semen off her breasts. It was mostly dried flakes now. She squirted some body wash into her palm and lathered her breasts up. The viscous white fluid reminded her of Calvin’s pudding-like semen. She watched her nipples rise out as she pictured herself rubbing the black man’s seed into her breasts again. She arched her back and hefted her tits under the hot water, rinsing the lather off. She stepped back, spreading her thighs and cleaning between her legs before spinning around and letting the water run down her back and the crack of her ass. “AH!” she gasped in surprise. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair watching her. He was shirtless but wearing sweat pants.

The black man shook his head. “Claire, you are a work of art,” he said.

She turned the water off and gave him a fake glare. “Hand me a towel?”

He reached out and took a towel off the rack, handing it to her. She dried herself off in front of him. “Double your pay if you stay like that the rest of the day.”

“I can’t, remember?”

“I know,” he said, watching her wrap the towel around her exquisite body. “One last look?”

“Huh?”

“Flash me.”

Claire smiled and pulled the towel open, letting him look longingly at her body. His cock began straining at his sweat pants. She pulled the towel around her and tied it between her breasts. He sighed. “I’ll go start dinner,” she said.

“I’m going to clean up a bit.”

Claire glanced back as she left the restroom. Calvin was leaning against the wall and his cock was sticking straight out again just as it had the first time she’d seen it. Speaking of works of art, she thought. She glanced up at his face, wanting to rush over to his aid at his pained expression. The marijuana must have worn off. Standing was paining him more than ever. Reluctantly, she turned and left, knowing he liked to do most things on his own.

Calvin was delighted to see that though she wasn’t working naked, she had only put her bikini panty back on and was frying up pork chops for him in the kitchen topless. He watched her serve him and he watched her take his plate when he was finished. “You know something Claire?” he asked, watching her wash and rinse his plate. She turned and looked at him. “I’m starting to think I died already.”

“What? Don’t say that,” she said, looking concerned.

“Seriously, a topless beautiful woman cooking me dinner is pretty close to my idea of heaven.” He rolled back from the table and turned his chair towards her.

“You’re sweet, but heaven would be a lot better than this.” She nodded towards his legs.

“You’re right. If this were heaven, you’d be nude and willing to suck my cock.”

“Calvin!” She shook her head but smiled.

“Come here, sexy.”

Claire was drying her hands. “Why?”

“Come here and give me a kiss.”

Claire found herself walking towards him. “No kissing, remember?” Still, she stepped up to the chair and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Calvin reached around and rubbed the back of her thighs, moving his hands up to her bikini panty. “Mmm,” she moaned, his hands feeling good.

Calvin leaned in and up, his lips kissing the tip of one of her hard nipples. “May I at least give your nipples a kiss?” His hands were rubbing her back.

“Mmm,” she continued moaning. “I guess that’s okay,” she said, expecting him to plant another kiss on her nipple. Instead, Claire gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it, tongue flickering over the hard knob. “Calvin?” she gasped, heart rate increasing. His mouth moved to her other nipple. Soon it was throbbing and sending spasms of lust down to her pussy. His hand came up to knead and pinch her other nipple, his other hand moved to the front of her thigh, over her pubic mound, and soon a finger was pressing against her slit, pushing the bottom of her panty into her. Claire pushed down into his finger several times, whimpering as it pushed deeper. Claire came to her senses and stepped back, erect nipple springing out of his mouth. “Whoo, okay, I uh…” She was panting and aroused, reaching down to adjust her panty. “I uh, think I should get going. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” said Calvin, his cock making a huge tent in his sweats. He saw her glancing at it, lustfully. She was aroused, cheeks blushing, even the tops of her breasts were flushed. “Thanks, see you Monday.”

“Yes, Monday,” she said, grabbing her keys off the table and heading for his door.

“Claire, you might want to put your clothes on,” he said.

“Oh!” She blushed redder. “Of course.”

“Damn that’s hot,” said Calvin, watching her dress. She didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on. She just pulled on the plaid shirt and tied it up to show off her belly. The top hugged her breasts, teasing the observer with hints of her nipples. “You are one sexy woman.”

“Thanks,” she replied, heading back for the door. She paused, turned, and looked at him watching her. Claire turned and marched back to the little black man in the wheelchair. She bent and kissed him on the forehead. “See you Monday.”

Claire was confused and feeling guilty while driving home. It was her period that made her come to her senses. If it weren’t for that, she might have let him finger her.