Dying to Fuck Your Wife update

Claire felt something pushing against her back. She reached behind her and swatted it away. She was busy, her bare feet pressing into the soft white cloud. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair, floating on another cloud. Her cloud made brief contact with his and she stepped over, approaching him. He was nude, holding the base of his hard cock. Claire’s wings spread out as she kneeled before him and took the head of his cock in her mouth, a moan forming in her throat as she sucked the end of his cock. Calvin grabbed the nude angel’s halo pulling it down and up, making her suck his cock faster.

The little annoyance pushed into her back again.

“What?” she grunted, reaching behind to swat it again, her hand closing on Tom’s hard penis. She reluctantly woke from her dream.

His hand was on the hem of her panty. He sighed. “Just checking to see if you were still on your period.” They usually slept nude, but she wore a panty during her cycle. “Just woke up with a big stiffy.”

Big? Seriously, he thought it was big? Her hand hadn’t left his little penis. She was horny too. Her period hadn’t stopped them from having sex when they were dating and he wore a condom. Claire turned to face him. “Shh,” she said, sitting up.

“What?” he asked, as her hand pushed down on his chest so that he rolled over on his back.

“Shh,” she said again, kissing him. She broke the kiss, moving her lips to his stubble, then his neck, chest, and stomach.

“Oh my,” he said, surprised when he realized where this was headed.

Tom’s body was soft compared to Calvin’s. She was grateful it was dark and he couldn’t see her look of distaste when her hand closed around his penis, nearly engulfing it in its entirety. She raised it and let her tongue slide around the grape-sized head. Tom moaned. She took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue curl around it. He whimpered almost pathetically as she began bobbing her head. This certainly wasn’t difficult. She sucked up, held her breath, and went down, her lips pushing into his pubes. “Unh,” he grunted. Claire sucked up to the head and down again. “Unh Claire?” She sucked back up and down to the base. “Claire!” Up, tongue twirling around the head and down. “CLAIRE!” His hips bucked up, a splatter of semen striking her uvula. Seriously? She thought, sucking back up and regretting it the second a few drops of runny semen shot across her taste buds.

“Ugh!” she said, sitting up quickly and spitting his semen into her palm.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “It’s been a while.”

“Your thirtieth birthday,” she said, sliding off the bed. She couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth and hurried to the bathroom. She flipped on the light and turned the faucet on and let the water run over the little pool of watery semen in her palm. It certainly didn’t look like something that could get her pregnant. Claire brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash.

“Wow,” said Tom. “What brought that on?”

“Well, you were horny and I couldn’t take care of you.”

“Then maybe…”

“No, don’t expect me to do that for you again anytime soon,” she sighed, slipping back into bed. She turned away from him. Her husband wrapped his arm around her and snuggled up into her. “Plus, and you’re not going to want to hear this.”

“Uh oh,” he whispered in her ear.

“I think we should hold off on sex for a while.”

“What?”

“Just until you leave on your trip. I think the best chance we have of getting pregnant is if you build up your semen.”

“Hmm, maybe, but two weeks?”

“It’ll be hard on me to, honey, and keep in mind that means no playing with it either.”

“I don’t play with it anymore.”

Claire snorted and closed her eyes.

**********

“CALVIN! Don’t hurt yourself.” Claire stared at him concerned. His teeth were gritted and sweat poured off his forehead.

“250,” said the uni-browed trainer.

“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head in denial. “I can do better.”

“Sorry, bro,” grunted the trainer. He looked over at Claire. “You wanna give it a try?” His eyes swept down her body, well displayed in the two-piece workout outfit.

“No, thanks,” she said, helping Calvin sit up on the bench.

“It can’t be that bad,” he said, staring off into space.

“It can’t be that bad, he said, staring out the windshield as she drove him home. He’d stayed mostly silent since leaving the gym.

Calvin got worse news when he got home. There was a message from the doctor waiting for him. His recent blood work showed he was suffering from Anemia and the office had called in a new prescription for him. “Great,” said Calvin, sarcastically. He laughed, then sobbed, holding his hand over his face for a minute until getting his emotions under control.

“I’m sorry, Calvin,” she said.

He sighed. “I need a shower.” He turned his wheelchair towards the bathroom.

“Do you want me in there?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” He’d been having some dizziness standing and she worried he might fall.

“I can make it to the bench just fine,” he replied, wheeling away. “Maybe another leg massage when I’m done?”

“Of course.”

“My joints hurt and they’re swollen.”

“I’ll wait in your bedroom.”

Claire didn’t give stripping down to her bikini panty a second thought. She was laying on his bed mostly naked when he wheeled into his room. He paused at the door, enjoying the sight before wheeling up to his bed. Claire sat up and helped him up. The towel he had around his waist fell to the floor leaving him naked, his cock swinging freely. Calvin sat down and laid on his back.

Claire kneeled between his legs. His knees were swollen, a symptom of anemia. She started with one leg, lifting it and rubbing the bottoms of his calves, moving up to the knee. He laid stoically, staring up at the ceiling and not at her. His eyes grew heavy as she massaged the soreness away telling her she was doing a good job. She sat his leg down and started on the next. As she worked her way up off the knee, his cock was lying across his thigh, she sat his leg down and lifted his cock up so that she could rub up his thigh. The hand holding his cock began tugging on it, kneading and sliding along the shaft as it began swelling. It hardened quickly and she didn’t release it. She moved her second hand up to the shaft.

“Stop Claire.”

She froze. “What? Why?” She didn’t release it.

“You didn’t ask.” He continued refusing to look at her, staring at the ceiling.

Claire sighed and smiled. “May I jerk your cock off, Calvin?”

“No.”

“What?” she asked, totally shocked.

“I’m not in the mood for just another handjob.”

She looked down at the rock-hard black cock in her hand. It didn’t agree with him. “I understand,” she said, bending down and pulling his shaft toward her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the tip as her mouth opened wide, taking the head inside her. She moaned with lust for it as she slurped on his cock head. This was certainly a lot more challenging then sucking Tom’s penis. Claire bobbed her head, lips sliding over the crown and kissing down his shaft.

“Stop Claire,” said Calvin even as his hips were bucking up trying to push his cock deeper down her throat.

Claire pulled her head up, staring up his hard chest at him. He was looking down at her now. She met his eyes, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before removing her mouth. “Am I that bad?”

“No, you’re doing great,” he said, filling her with relief. “But you didn’t ask.”

“Oh! Sorry. May I suck your cock, Calvin?” She stared at him seductively, licking her lips.

“What kind of cock is it?”

“May I suck your big black cock, Calvin?” He nodded, finally smiling. She continued staring him in the eyes as she kissed his cock head a second time and embraced the head with her mouth. She let her tongue twirl around the glans. Calvin moaned. Claire began bobbing her head over his cock, eyes going from staring up at Calvin, to staring down the length of fat black shaft projecting out of her mouth. It was a long way to his pubes.

The tip of his cock pushed past her uvula then almost exited her mouth then it was beyond her uvula. With each successive bob of her head, the end of his cock went deeper down her throat. She was long past the point Tom’s penis could have reached plus Calvin stretched her throat out a lot more than Tom’s slim penis. Still, the extra size wasn’t going to deter her from doing this cock justice. Saliva was pouring down his shaft. She pulled up adding her hands to his shaft, rubbing her spit down his shaft. She jerked him off while licking around the crown, took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head over half his shaft while jerking off the remainder. Strangely, she found she was enjoying herself. He was certainly enjoying it. The only bright spot on a shitty day. Calvin’s hips were rotating pushing his cock up slightly, but not enough to cause her discomfort. He groaned. She looked up, his eyes were rolled up in his head. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly. His cock expanded to the point she feared it might wedge in her throat, but still, it slid easily in and out of her throat. He bucked, thrusting his cock deeper than it had gone and she felt it shudder. His first wad shot down her esophagus and into her stomach. Claire pulled back up, jerking his shaft off, his second wad slid down her throat. The head exited into her mouth which quickly filled with semen to the point her cheeks bulged out. She gulped his thick semen down, relishing the taste of a real man’s seed, hot, thick, and delicious.

He came faster than she could swallow, the excess semen dribbling down her chin. Her mouth filled quickly, cheeks bulging out, another wad coming on top of that just as she was swallowing. It was too quick and Claire was forced to remove his cock head from her mouth, the final wads of semen striking her chest and tits.

Claire sat up, licking her lips looking down Calvin’s sexy torso at the black man. He looked smug and satisfied, watching her absentmindedly rubbing his semen into her hard nipples. “You were right,” she said, breathing heavily. “It is better straight from the source.” Claire moved to get off the bed and get cleaned up.

“Where are you going?”

“To clean up.”

“You didn’t thank me.”

“I didn’t…” Claire paused, surprised. She’d just sucked his cock off. He should be thanking her. Yet, sucking such a cock had been her privilege, and swallowing his seed was an honor. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.”

“You’re welcome.”

She nodded, smiling almost shyly at him. “I… I liked it. I’ll do it again if you let me.”

“You can give me another one before you leave today. Right now, I need you to go get a prescription for me.”

“Of course,” she said, getting off the bed.

Calvin glanced over at her. “Oh, and Claire, I expect you to be able to deep throat it by the end of the week.”

Claire gulped, her eyes flickering down to his swollen but floppy cock laying across his thigh. “I’ll try my best.” She paused, still staring at it. Swallowing that thing whole looked like an impossible challenge, but Claire was an overachiever. She’d worked hard to be a straight-A student. She’d put everything into her business and been devastated when it failed. She wouldn’t fail at this. If it made Calvin happy, she’d deep throat that big black cock. “No, I meant I’ll deep throat it for you.”

“Good,” he replied as she gathered her clothes and left the room.

Claire ran some errands for him and picked up his new prescription. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock the whole time. Here she was a married woman and she’d just given a blow job to her husband’s biggest rival and a black man at that. What she found strange was that she didn’t feel the least bit guilty doing it. Sucking Calvin’s black cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. His cock was a challenge, but the reward of gulping down his thick seed made it worth it. How could she swallow the thing in its entirety? Try to relax your throat, girl. Breathe through your nose. Take a deep breath when you go down on it. Had Mrs. Barnes been able to deep throat it? There was also a certain trait that few people had that Claire possessed that just might make it easier on her. She went through a drive-thru and picked up lunch. As she returned to Calvin’s her confidence was growing.

“Now that’s how I like my lunch served to me,” said Calvin, wheeling himself out of his bedroom.

“What?” she asked, confused as she handed him a tray with his lunch on it. She glanced down and blushed. She stripped down to her panty again without a second thought.

“Eager to get your mouth back on my cock?”

“I do love a challenge.”

They ate, talking about high school, and some of the stupid things their friends had done. They talked about some of the games they both remembered and Calvin commented on how he played harder knowing Claire was in the squad cheering him on. “You looked hot in that uniform.”

“Thanks,” she replied, blushing. She looked down at the coiled-up cock making his sweat pants bulge out. Calvin hadn’t put a shirt on. She admired his physique while they ate. If she got on all fours and pulled his cock down…?

The rest of the afternoon, Claire served as Calvin’s nearly nude maid. She vacuumed, tidied up, and did his laundry. Her black employer wheeled himself up to the TV and played video games, occasionally staring at her when she worked near him. Near the end of her day, her body distracted him and he died in the game, shutting his console down. “May I suck your cock again before I make you dinner?” she asked.

“Sounds like a great idea,” he answered. “Bedroom?”

“No,” she replied. “Right here.” Claire kneeled before the chair. Calvin used his arms to lift himself off the seat so that she could pull his sweats down. Her mouth watered when his cock appeared, already swelling up in anticipation. Calvin scooted forward so that his balls hung over the seat. She flipped the footrests up and pushed them away. Calvin spread his legs and she kneeled between them.

Claire started slow. She bent his cock down, kissed the tip, and began to lick around the crown. She moved her tongue down the shaft, even planting a kiss on his scrotum before licking her way back up to the head. She relaxed her jaw and took the head in her mouth, starting with slow bobs, breathing through her nose, and relaxing her throat. Soon, she was sucking on half and then a little more, further then she’d gone the first time. Claire withdrew, slowly stroking his shaft while she walked back on her knees. She stared up at him and he watched her back as she bent his cock as far down as it would go. She held it in place with her mouth as she got on all fours. His cock was perfectly lined up with her mouth and throat.

Claire rocked on her knees and arms, sucking forwards, letting his cock probe deep down her throat. It was easier than she thought. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft, watching her nose slowly approaching his pubes. She had to withdraw once, licking around his cock head while catching her breath before proceeding again. This time his pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose. She pulled back, raised her head, and pushed forward. Her lips pressed into his pubic mound. She rocked back and forwards, kissing his pubes again and again. Half his cock stayed down her throat and the bottom half was getting sucked. His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair. The grip tightened and his hips lifted.

Claire felt his cock jerk and suddenly her belly was full. She rocked back, slowly sitting up as his cock pumped load after load down her throat. The head exited her throat, her mouth rapidly filled with his delicious seed. She gulped it down, making room for more, some spilling down her chin. In the end, she found herself jerking his shaft off with her tongue out to catch the last few spurts. She snorted, giggling. Calvin raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “I’m so glad I took this job,” she said happily, licking around his cock head again. It was as swollen as it got, the tip a smooth black surface except for the long pee slit.

“I’m glad too,” he sighed wistfully.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.” She was still stroking it, reluctant to let it go.

“No, thank you. That was the best blow job I ever had. You took it all and you didn’t choke!”

Claire smiled and sat up. She absentmindedly ran his shaft over her breasts, letting the head rub her aching nipples. “I don’t have a gag reflex. I can snorkel, hold dental x-rays in my mouth, nothing makes me gag.”

“You’re the perfect woman, Claire,” he said, deeply satisfied, watching his cock slowly wilt as she rubbed it over her breasts. “I swear your body was built to handle black cock.”

“Thank you,” she said, accepting it as a compliment.

**********

“You feeling okay, dear?” asked Tom between shoveling pieces of pork chop into his mouth.

“I feel great,” she said, absentmindedly, staring at her plate. “Why?”

“Well, you haven’t touched your plate and your cheeks look puffy.”

“Oh!” She sucked her cheeks in for a moment. “Allergies maybe and I had a large lunch.”

“May I?” He pointed at her plate, grinning as she pushed it over to him.

Later, in bed, Tom reached over and felt her ass. He whimpered finding she was still wearing her panty. “My period’s almost over,” she said, yawning. “And besides, we’re building your swimmers up for next week.”

“Yes, dear,” he lied. Tom had jerked off that morning in the shower.

**********

Claire arrived at Calvin’s early Tuesday. He rolled out of his bedroom, nose in the air to the smell of frying bacon. “You’re out of uniform, missy,” he grunted rolling up to the table.

Claire had fought an impulse to strip the moment she’d walked in the door. She’d never agreed to work in her bikini or topless, but was finding she ended up that way most days. “This outfit’s just fine, Mister.”

“That’s cause you’re fine, gurl” he answered, making her blush. She did look fine. She was wearing short shorts that left her long lithe legs bare and a tight crop top that showed off her navel. Her bikini strap was visible sticking out of one sleeve.

Claire served him a plate of bacon and eggs which he ate with relish. Calvin was wearing his usual home attire of sweat pants and nothing else. She tidied up the kitchen, glancing at his pants from time to time. After breakfast, she was hoping he’d ask for a blow job, but instead, he had a grocery list for her. She left and did his shopping.

Calvin was in his chair on the front porch when she got back to his house. A man was finishing up installing a wheelchair ramp on his steps. “Mailman’s been. Feel like wheeling me down to the mailbox?” he asked her as he paid the handyman whose attention was focused solely on checking Claire out.

“Sure,” she said. “Let me put your groceries away.”

“You need a handyman, miss?” asked the worker.

“No thanks, my husband takes care of things around the house.” She did accept a business card and declined his offer to help her carry the groceries into the house.

After putting the groceries away, Claire pushed Calvin down to the mailbox. She enjoyed the walk, her eyes mostly focused on the tubular bulge under his sweat pants. He pulled his mail out of the box and she wheeled him back, up the new ramp and into the house. “Couch, please,” he said. She wheeled him over and he winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the couch. Claire moved the wheelchair out of the way and sat down in the chair across from him. “Wanna play?” he asked, picking up a game controller.

“No, thanks.” She crossed her legs, watching him play, but mostly staring hungrily at his crotch.

He played a shooter game online for around an hour. His screen name was “Big C”. His online friends all knew him. “You like watchin’ me play, Claire?”

She looked up from his crotch. “I don’t mind. Why? You have a chore you need done?”

“You haven’t been watchin’ the screen.” He had just died and signed off the game. “You been starin at my junk.” He turned his attention on her. Claire’s cheeks turned red. The tube under his sweats swelled. “If you want it, all you have to do is ask.” His eye twitched strangely and he had a harsh look on his face.

“May I suck your cock, Calvin?”

“Be my guest,” he said, smiling and lifting his hips as she fell to her knees between his legs and pulled his sweats off. His cock flew up, filling rapidly. Claire caught the head with her mouth, moaning as her lips engulfed it. Her hands pulled his sweat pants down and off his ankles. She sucked it hungrily, she’d been thinking about this all day. Calvin leaned back and sighed. “That’s my good little cocksucker.”

Claire had about half down her throat, she came up, grabbing the shaft, removing her mouth. “Be nice.”

“How so? What’s that in your hand?”

“It’s your cock,” she answered, stroking it.

“And what are you doing with your mouth?” He grinned down at her.

“Sucking it.” Claire rolled her eyes.

“And that makes you?”

“A cocksucker.” Claire leaned forward and started sucking his cock again.

“You’re a born cocksucker, Claire,” he groaned. “I’ve never seen anyone take to it as you have.” She moaned deep in her throat, bobbing her head along his shaft. “Deep throat that black cock, cocksucker,” he growled. She whimpered back in her throat, sitting up and pulling his cock down, so she could push forwards. “That’s it, cocksucker. Suck that black cock deep, slut.” The whimpering in her throat didn’t stop. She took his cock deep, kissing his pubes. The angle wasn’t as good as yesterday, but she was trying harder, growing used to it. Her pussy was gushing. His big strong hands were on her head, helping guide her. Claire’s pussy was gushing with lust. His hands pushed her head back. “Enough.”

“Wh-what?” she asked, shocked. Her eyes were following the hypnotic bobbing of the end of his cock.”

“Stand up,” he ordered. She sat back and pushed herself up, still staring down at his cock. He was holding it, slowly stroking the shaft, watching her. “You're out of uniform. Strip for me.”

She kept her eyes on the prize, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it down. Calvin’s hand slid up and down, slowly jerking his shaft, watching her unbutton and unzip her shorts. She wiggled them down over her hips, pushing them down her thighs until the slid down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes.  Claire stood before him in her tiny bikini, she began to kneel, eager to get his cock back in her mouth.

“Top to,” he told her.

She licked her lips, reaching for the strings holding her bikini top and pulling them loose. Her cups fell off her breasts, the top falling to the floor.

“Back to work, cocksucker.”

Claire fell to her knees. He pushed his cock down towards her mouth. She took it from him and started sucking it again. Her pussy was soaking her bikini bottom and her nipples were hard pointed nubs, throbbing with lust. Calvin may have been short and dying of cancer, but his dominant demeanor was triggering some secret desire she held to submit to a real man, a desire her husband had never triggered.

“Suck that black cock, slut,” he groaned. Her pussy squirted the second he called her a slut. She engulfed his cock, sucking harder and faster. It wasn’t as easy deepthroating him in this position, but she did it, taking his entire cock even longer then she had yesterday. It swelled, threatening to lodge in her throat. “Here comes my nut, cocksucker,” he growled, bucking his hips so that his pubes bumped her nose. His cock trembled, lodged down her throat, and suddenly, her belly was full. She pulled back quickly, needing to taste him, groaning with pleasure as his seed filled her mouth, gulping it down so that the next load could fill her mouth and the next load. So good!

Claire pulled her mouth off the head, sitting up and jerking his shaft, letting two more loads splatter over her tits. “Hmmm,” she moaned, “So much cum for me.” She kept jerking it off. Semen no longer shot from the swollen head, but it continued to spurt little jets of white seed. She used the ends of his cock to rub his seed over her hard nipples. “Am I a good cocksucker?” she asked.

“The best,” he sighed, laying back on the couch and resting his head, a satisfied smile on his face, but his eye was twitching, making his head jerk slightly.

Claire showered and spent the rest of the day, cleaning up and fixing him dinner. She didn’t put her clothes back on until she left for the day. She wanted to suck his cock again before leaving, but it had been late in the afternoon when she’d sucked it the first time and he seemed satisfied. Maybe, if she’d asked, but she was too embarrassed and didn’t want to look like she was begging.

**********

Claire picked Calvin up early the next day for a doctor’s appointment. The nurse wheeled Calvin out into the lobby. He looked dejected, staring off into space, and she wondered if he’d been given a sedative. “Bad news?” she asked.

“I don’t get good news from doctors anymore,” he mumbled.

“Do you want to skip the gym?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”

Claire hadn’t worn her workout clothes. She wore a summer dress, white with roses, that looked lovely on her. Flipflops were on her feet, making a clicking sound as she walked. The unibrow trainer checked her out, clearly liking what he saw, as did every male working out. Nothing she wasn’t used to.

“AAAGGHHHH!!” Calvin cried through gritted teeth holding the weights above his head.

“Hold on. Don’t hurt yourself,” said Unibrow, grabbing the bar and putting it down.

Calvin was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He stared at the ceiling in disbelief. His strong muscular arms were shaking. Claire thought for a moment that he might cry, her eyes were watery, but no tears rolled down his cheeks.

Claire looked at the weights. “180! That’s good.”

Unibrow shook his head at her out of Calvin’s sight. “FUCK!” spat Calvin, clearly pissed. “Fuck no, that’s not good.” He held his hand out and Unibrow grabbed his arm, pulling Calvin up.

“Is still good, little buddy,” said Unibrow.

Claire wheeled the chair up the bench. The trainer helped Calvin up and swung him over to the seat. “Is not good,” whispered Calvin.

“You do better next time.” The burly trainer patted Calvin on the shoulder.

“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head. “I can’t take the pain anymore. A fifty-pound weight hurts. There’s no point anyway. Razmik,” said Calvin holding out his hand. Unibrow grasped it and they shook. “Thanks for everything. I’m done with the gym.”

“Sorry to see you go, little buddy.”

Calvin turned to Claire. “Let’s go.”

Claire took the handles and wheeled him towards the door.

Razmik walked with them to the door. “Sorry to see you go too, honey.” He turned his attention to Claire. “I’m here seven days a week if you change your mind about training with me.”

“I’ll ask for you if I change my mind,” said Claire, with a wry smile. Her nipples were popping out from the hairy man’s attention.

“I give you the Armenian workout. Work you so hard, you won’t walk straight for a week.”

“Thank you,” she responded, her pussy fluttering. Ugly and hairy, but the trainer was big, masculine, and the bulge beneath his workout shorts was as impressive as Calvin’s. Her mind pictured her falling to her knees and pulling his shorts down, a massive hairy cock smacking her in the face. Her arousal was growing. She seemed to get horny every other period, building up to her ovulating. She’d be begging for cock…  Tom’s penis next week.

They went through a drive-thru and got some roast beef sandwiches for lunch. Calvin was silent most of the ride. He tried to eat in the car, but didn’t feel like eating, wrapping the mostly entire sandwich back up in the wrapper.

Claire ate hers on the porch, chewing and watching Calvin sitting dejectedly in his chair. He smoked a joint, finally looking somewhat relieved when he finished. He wheeled the chair around. “I’m going to get a shower.” She sprang up and opened the door for him while he wheeled himself to the bathroom.

Claire threw her fast-food bag away and walked over to the couch, pulling her dress off over her head. She tossed it over the back of the couch, stepping out of her flipflops as she untied her bikini top. Stripped down to her “uniform”, she slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.

“GET OUT!” Snapped Calvin from inside the shower. “I want to be alone.”

He looked up, water from the shower running off his head, as she entered the shower. He spread his legs as she moved in between them. His cock was dangling down over the bench. “I know you had a bad day, but don’t take it out on me,” she said, as he rested his head on her bosom. He reached around her back and pulled her close. She stroked his head. “I’m here not because you pay me, but because you’re my friend.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around her back, now crying into her breasts. “You’re the best thing to happen to me in years.”

“It’s okay to cry,” she whispered, stroking his head. “It’s okay.”

And Calvin did cry. He sobbed and cried while she stroked his bald head. Finally, he turned his head sideways, staring at her erect nipple. “Three to four,” he said, raising his hand to pinch the pink stub capping her large bosom.

Claire gasped, as a wave of pleasure swept through her body, electrical impulses triggering spasms of desire in her pussy. “Three to four what?”

“Months left.”

“Oh!” She gasped, feeling for him. “Oh!” Her sorrow replacing her arousal. “OH!” A fresh wave of arousal soaked the bottom of her panty as Calvin’s lips replaced his fingers on her nipple. He sucked her nipple between his lips, sucking her entire areolae into his mouth. “Oh! Mmmmm,” she purred still stroking his head. She felt his cock crawling up her thigh, the shaft pressing into her crotch, as he hardened.

Claire moaned as his mouth worked their magic on her nipple. Just when she thought her nipple couldn’t take anymore, he kissed over to her other nipple, his fingers replacing his mouth on the one he’d been sucking. “Mmmm, so good,” she moaned. Claire pictured herself standing on her tiptoes and untying the strings on her hips. She guided the bare head of his big black cock towards the entrance to her pussy and slowly sank onto the huge shaft. Instead, she stepped back from those dangerous thoughts and the even more dangerous black cock between Calvin’s legs. She’d have to tame it another way.

Claire sank to her knees before the seated black man, leaned forward and took his cock between her lips. Now it was his turn to say, “Oh!” and “Mmmm,” as she inhaled his cock and sucked it like it deserved, deepthroating his shaft when she could, licking the crown, kneading his balls, sucking the tip while jerking off the rest. His cum was measured in ounces not teaspoons and his delicious seed filled her mouth again and again. She swallowed every drop of it, her lips pursed around the tip while she jerked the last remaining drops from his shaft.

“Thank you,” he gasped.

“Thank you,” she replied, licking her lips. “I love sucking your cock.”

“Help me out.”

Claire helped him up and held him as she swung him into his wheelchair. She dried him off and then herself, staying in her panty while she wheeled him into his bedroom. “Claire, I want to ask you something,” he said.

“Go ahead.” She helped him swing over onto the bed.

“Is your period over?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I want to break one of your rules.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she responded, but she was intrigued. “What were you thinking about?”

“Well, you’re giving me a lot of pleasure sucking me off. I was thinking it would only be fair if I repaid the favor.”

“Oh!” she said, surprised. Her pussy fluttered at the thought. “That’s not necessary like I said, I enjoy sucking you off, and…”

“I want to do it,” he said. “My fiancé thought it was dirty, but Mrs. Barnes loved having me go down on her. I’d really like to go down on a woman again before it’s too late.”

Claire’s pussy was soaking her panty. Tom hadn’t eaten her out since before they were married. She’d enjoyed his tongue more than his prick and she could sure use an orgasm. “Okay,” she said.

“Okay!” He perked up. “Lie down on the bed.”

Claire obeyed, scooting up and laying on his bed. He crawled over her leg and laid between her knees. His hand came up to her hips ready to break her rules. He pulled at the ties on her bikini bottom and pulled it down over her bush. She could feel his breath on her crotch. “Look at that pretty white pussy,” he whispered. Claire gasped when she felt his tongue glide up from the base of her pussy lips to her clit. He started lapping, wiggling his tongue into her. Claire started whimpering it felt so good. Her hips raised into his probing tongue. She opened her legs to give him more room. Calvin pushed his index finger in, rotating it around inside her. Claire panted, pushing her crotch into his finger as he slowly pulled it out, but he was only adding his middle finger. He pushed both fingers inside her. Combined, they felt bigger than Tom’s penis. He bent them, the tips rubbing the insides of her pussy. “Ah!” she cried, cumming so quickly she hadn’t felt it build up. “AAAHHH!” she screamed, her hips rising into his thrusting fingers as her quick little orgasm turned into an earthquake. She stared down at him in awe. He was looking up her body, down her chestnut-colored pubes, over her undulating belly, and between her breasts, meeting her eyes. His lips sucking in her clit and tonguing over the hard nub while his fingers continued wiggling fast inside her. “UNNNNHHH!” She cried one last time, her hips crashing back down on the bed. Calvin withdrew his fingers and planted a kiss on the top of her pussy. “Thank you,” she mumbled, gasping for breath.

He kissed her pussy again and pushed himself up. “Good one?” he asked.

“That was the best orgasm of my life,” she said, still dazed by its intensity. Claire smiled lazily, staring off into space. She stretched her body out, moaning, still basking in the afterglow of her strong orgasm. “I think that was the big one,” she purred.

“Nope,” he said, smiling. Calvin crawled up and laid beside her in bed. He leaned into her, wrapping one arm around her body until he fell asleep.

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.

**********

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.

Dying to Fuck Your Wife Update

Picking up from the last part.

“Damn Claire!”

Claire slammed her pussy down onto Tom’s dick, bouncing as fast as she could in his lap. “It feels so good, baby,” she moaned. “Ohhh yes,” she whispered, trembling as she had a rare orgasm.

“UNH!” Tom raised his hips, his penis squirting his seed in his wife.

She collapsed on Tom, giving him a passionate kiss. “That was great, baby,” she whispered in his ear.

“Yeah, wow!” said Tom in a pleasant daze. “It’s hotter without the condom.” His penis shriveled, shrinking its way to plop out of her pussy. “What got into you?”

“I don’t know,” she lied, images of Calvin’s cock filling her mind. “I might be ovulating.”

Tom patted her ass. “Let me up. I’m going to take a quick shower. His semen had leaked out of her, leaving his crotch a sticky mess.

Claire rolled off. She watched Tom, slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom. His once athletic body was fading. He had a paunch hanging over his little penis and his ass was flabby. Her mind couldn’t help comparing what she was seeing to Calvin’s hard muscular body. She’d never seen a better male physique then she had on Calvin. Only Tom’s legs were superior to their old classmates.

Claire hopped out of bed when Tom shut the door. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open. Claire retrieved her bundled up bikini and unfolded it. It was a tiny string bikini that she’d bought for their honeymoon. It was black and the contrast looked good on her white skin. Just like the contrast of her white hand spreading lather across Calvin’s black-skinned chest. It had been skimpy on her younger double C cup breasts and she’d gotten plenty of stares holding hands with her new husband strolling down a beach in Aruba. Now that her breasts had expanded, the bikini was even smaller on her and she no longer wore it in public. The meter reader had once caught her sunbathing by their pool and his eyes bugged out staring at her half-naked body. She wrapped a towel around her waist, fleeing back inside in embarrassment.

She set the bikini down on top of the clothes in her dresser and dug around for her one-piece swimsuit. It was modest, but still hugged her curves and looked great on her. The bikini showed off way too much of her body to wear in a shower with Calvin.

“Wear your bikini next time,” had said Calvin, his voice echoing in her head. He hadn’t framed it as a question. Her bikini showed off too much of her body. Show off your body. Maybe it would make his cock hard again? Then she could… Her left hand curled imagining she was holding his hard cock again.

It was like she wanted to jerk him off again! She kind of did and it made her feel naughty.

Tomorrow’s agenda was to take Calvin to his gym so he could lift weights. Her workout clothes were in the same drawer. It consisted of a black sports bra and black yoga pants that looked incredibly sexy on her. She wore it to her yoga classes or jogging. Her big tits bouncing up and down as she jogged had male drivers hitting their breaks to avoid accidents on two separate occasions. Again, the black on white contrast looked great on her. Like the contrast of her white hand sliding down Calvin’s hard black stomach towards his shaved crotch.

Tom finished and she took his place in the shower to wash her crotch off. Afterward, she joined him in bed and fell fast asleep.

**********

Claire woke up horny. She couldn’t recall the sex dream, but it had been hot and was just getting good when Tom woke her. She thought about making him late for work, but he was already adjusting his tie and had a house to show this morning. She considered masturbating, but rarely played with herself plus she needed to get over to Calvin’s.

Claire took a shower and naked walked over to her dresser, pulling the drawer open.

“Wear your bikini next time,” echoed Calvin’s voice in her head.

Claire retrieved the bikini from the drawer and pulled the panty on, trying to stretch it out to cover more of her crotch and ass. She had the same problem with the top, tugging the material one way and then the other to make sure her nipples were completely covered. They were as big around as Calvin’s cock… as a thin energy drink can and for some reason the plump nipples in their centers were also rising.

This is a bad idea, she thought, staring at her body in the mirror. Apart from one lucky meter reader, only Tom had seen her in this bikini since her honeymoon and she hadn’t even worn it for him in years. The one-piece would be much more appropriate, she thought, reaching for it, but she couldn’t wear a one-piece under her workout clothes and Calvin had specifically told her to wear a bikini.

Claire withdrew her hand and pulled her sports bra on over the bikini top. Then she stepped into the tight yoga pants. “Idiot,” she said, smacking herself on the head. Her gym outfit was Lycra and she could wear it in the shower without displaying so much of her body to Calvin.

Calvin gave a low whistle when she walked into his house. She grinned and turned her hips, giving him a fake pose. He was wearing a white tank top that hugged his hard muscles and bared his black muscular arms. The contrast was sexy, his white shirt on his dark black skin, much as the contrast of her black bikini on her white skin was sexy on her. Bland gray drawstring sweatpants covered him from the waist down and now that she knew what to look for, she easily picked out the large tubular swell running down one leg. “Ready?” he asked, using the walker to head towards his front door.

“Ready boss,” she answered, trying not to cry when she saw the pained expression on his face each time he put pressure down on his feet.

“Cut that boss shit out,” he said, slowly following her to her car. “We weren’t close in high school, but we were friends and you're helping me out as a friend.”

“Thanks,” she said, helping him into her front seat. “I feel closer to you since yester…” She froze, blushing.

“You did get pretty close, yesterday,” said Calvin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he buckled the seat belt.

“I meant getting to know you better,” she blurted out.

“Don’t be embarrassed, but that was the best thing to happen to me in six months,” he told her seriously, as she got in the driver’s seat.

Claire was embarrassed; she didn’t talk much during the drive to the gym.

Calvin was popular wherever he went and his gym was no exception. Employees and clientele all knew him by name. Claire helped him a little, but mostly he needed a male trainer to help with the heavier weights he was lifting. Claire got in a great workout herself, spending time on an exercise bike, treadmill, and some light weightlifting herself.

Calvin looked sad when she returned to where he was bench pressing. The trainer was just placing the weights back on the rack. Calvin was breathing heavily, his skin glistening with sweat. His arms were bulging from the exercise. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “That’s a lot of weight!”

“325,” said the trainer with an Eastern European accent. His eyes swept down Claire’s body. “If you ever need a trainer, let me know. I’d give you a good workout.”

He was plug-ugly with a big bull neck and a unibrow, but he was a powerful masculine man and his innuendo had her nipples aching. She felt a flutter in her pussy. “No thanks,” she responded. Claire didn’t know what was wrong with her but suspected her desire to get pregnant was the culprit. Her body had been responding to male attention since going off birth control a year ago. “That’s a lot of weight,” she said, turning her attention to Calvin.

“It was 400 a year ago,” said Calvin. “380 six months ago.” He stared at the ceiling for a minute, lost in thoughts of his rapidly declining health.

Calvin was still silent as she helped him back into her car. He did pipe up to say that he was hungry and she pulled up to a drive-thru to get them lunch. “You worked up quite a sweat,” she said, turning onto his driveway. “Would you like a shower?”

Calvin sat up in his seat. “That’s probably a good idea,” he answered. “I figured I could get by with a shower every other day so you wouldn’t have to wash me, but I hadn’t counted on the gym today. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I could use one?”

“No, I don’t mind,” she said, feeling the flutter in her pussy again. “We’ll shower right after lunch.” Claire pulled up to his mailbox and grabbed the mail for him before turning down his driveway. Calvin had opened a manilla envelope and was reading through its contents silently. He quietly pushed it back into the envelope, sighing. “You okay?”

“Good news.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“You don’t have to take me to chemo Monday.”

“Oh? OH!” Claire glanced over at him. “I’m sorry, Calvin.”

He shrugged. “It seemed to work at first, but the shit just spread too fast. It’s not just my legs that hurt anymore. I can feel it in my bones. My remaining quality of life will be better without it.”

Claire blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. “Hey,” she looked over at him, parking the car. “Fuck cancer.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling at her. “Fuck cancer.” He wasn’t dead yet.

Claire pulled his walker out of her trunk and came around to help him out of her car. “Look,” she said. “If there’s anywhere you’d like to go…”

“It hurts too much to walk.”

“Then swallow your pride and get a wheelchair. I’m serious Calvin. If there’s anything I can do for you or anything you need me to handle, I’m here for you.”

“Well,” he said, grinning despite the pain of walking along beside her. “If anything comes up, I’ll let you handle it.”

“Great,” said Claire. “I’m happy to help.”

**********

“Ready,” she yelled from the bathroom, testing the shower.

“Did you wear your bikini?” He called back from the bedroom.

“Yeah, but I figured I could wear my workout clothes.”

“Oh, I was hoping to shower with a hot girl in a bikini.” He slowly walked into the room.

“Classic Calvin,” she said, smiling and looking up. The smile faded when her eyes fell on his cock. It was sticking out again, slightly angled down just as it had the first time, she’d seen it. The head bobbed slightly. She quit staring when he spoke.

“I figured you’d already seen it, so why bother with a towel.” He made his way to the shower and she helped him in. He turned, looking over her shoulder. “You look hot as hell in that, but I was hoping for a bikini.

Claire released his arm when he grabbed the bars. He was looking at her when she stepped back and pulled the sports bra off over her head. She glanced down, quickly covering her breasts with her arm as part of her areola was showing. She adjusted the cup and reached down for the waist of her yoga pants, wiggling them down around her hips. “Alright, I’ll throw you a bone.” Claire straightened up, letting him look at her. He did and she could see the approval in his eyes.

“Your body’s incredible.”

“Thanks. I haven’t even let Tom see me in this for years.”

“I consider myself lucky.” Calvin faced the corner, holding his head under the water as she stepped in behind him.

Claire bent down for the bottle of body wash. She lathered up her hands and massaged his scalp, the water quickly washing the suds away. Some more lotion and she watched her slim white hands rubbing the lotion into his shoulders and back. She squatted, washing his butt cheeks and weakened legs.

“That feels good Claire,” said Calvin. “My physical therapist says that massaging my legs would help with blood flow. Would that be something you’d be willing to do for me?”

“Of course,” she replied. “Turn around.” She stood quickly, not wanting his thick club of a cock to hit her in the head. She needn’t have worried. Calvin took his time, putting more weight on his legs and turning slowly. She stared down at his cock, slowly swinging around. Exactly how big was that monster? Twelve inches? Thirteen? It had to have been longer than a foot when he’d finally started ejaculating yesterday.

Claire took her eyes off it, standing on her tiptoes as she stepped forwards. Calvin closed his eyes as she washed his face. “Aah!” she gasped, coming back down on the flat of her feet. She stared down between their bodies in horrified fascination. Calvin was staring down also. His cock had slipped between her thighs and she was straddling the fat shaft. She could its heat between her legs as it pushed up against her crotch. Claire stepped back, it slid out an inch, feeling so good, she felt guilty and stood back up on her tiptoes until it had cleared her thighs.

“Guess I’m throwing you a bone now.”

“Guess you are,” she muttered, staring at the swollen cock. It had risen again, now angled up. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, pulling the head up over her pubic mound before reluctantly releasing it. She stepped forward again, the head sliding up her stomach and over her navel. Claire went back to washing his shoulders and chest, conscious of his cock pushing against her stomach. Her breasts were pushing into his face, but he wasn’t complaining. Her hand ran down his stomach to just under his navel.

Claire stepped back. She stared at his cock and then down at the bottle of body wash. She could quit now. He was clean enough. There was no need to wash anymore. The shower had washed his sweat off. Claire bent down and poured more of the wash on her palm. She started rubbing into his bald crotch and around the shaft down to massage it into his heavy balls. Claire took a breath and moved her hand up to the shaft, wrapping her fingers around it. She ran her sudsy hand along the shaft and up to the head, giving it a little squeeze. She stroked her hand back down to the base. There it was clean.

She didn’t let go. She raised her head from staring at her slim white hand holding his dark black cock. She slid it back up about halfway, staring him in the eyes. “Would you like me to…”

“I promised I wouldn’t ask you to do that again,” he answered.

“Would you like me to…” He didn’t respond. He stared at her waiting. His cock twitched in her hand. “Would you like me to jerk your cock off again?”

“I’d love it.”

Claire stroked his shaft, letting her hand run to the head and down to the base, increasing speed. “It’s so big, Calvin,’ she whispered. She chuckled. “I guess it’s working again,” she said, referring to him telling her about having erectile dysfunction.

“It must like you,” he said. His words making her hand stroke faster. “It sure likes that bikini.”

Claire blushed. She could feel her nipples hardening, stretching out the fabric of her bikini so that it revealed hints of her areola. “I like your cock, Calvin.” Claire almost gasped when it swelled in her hand.

“Good. Then you’ll jerk it off whenever I want you to?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head, watching her hand stroking the thick black cock. She reached out and tried to use her other hand to help it along, but reaching down was awkward.

“Try kneeling,” suggested Calvin.

Claire stooped then kneeled, the drain right between her thighs. Claire looked up at him and gasped. This position was so different, she immediately felt the bottom of her bikini panty turn wet as her arousal grew. No longer was she staring down at a little black man with weak legs, now she was staring up at an incredibly masculine well-muscled man with a giant black cock the end of which was bobbing just under her nose.

Claire stared down his shaft, reaching down for the bottle of body wash and squirting more in her hand. Wrapping both her hands around Calvin’s cock, she began jerking it off again. It was easier in this position and felt more natural kneeling before him. Claire hoped he was appreciating that she was doing this for him, but the more she saw his cock, the longer she stroked it, she began to feel grateful he was allowing her to do this for him.

“You have amazing stamina,” she told him, her arms tiring. She tried twisting her hands around his shaft as she stroked it.

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to suck it?” he asked.

“I…” Claire was shocked by his request. “I couldn’t.” She stared down at the plum-sized head of his cock appearing every time she moved her hands down. It was only six or eight inches from her mouth.

“I understand,” said Calvin, sighing. “I’d just really love one last blow job before…” He paused. “Before you know?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, truly meaning it. “I couldn’t cheat on Tom. I shouldn’t even be doing this for you.”

“Well, I don’t think a blow job is cheating, but I don’t want you to do anything your uncomfortable with.” Calvin sighed again. “Would you…?”

“Would I what?”

“Would you at least take your top off?”

“Calvin!”

“Please? I’d love to see your breasts and that bikini doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’ll help me cum faster.”

Claire released his cock. It bobbed, swollen and glistening before her eyes as she reached under her hair behind her neck and pulled the string on her top. It fell as she reached behind her back and pulled the last string.

“Jesus,” he muttered as her areola and swollen nipples appeared. “They’re magnificent!”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling at him. She squirted another dollop of lotion into her hand before she went back to working on getting him off.

“Arch your back a little.”

Claire sat up and arched her back. He was looking down at her jerking off his cock framed by her breasts. “This helping?”

“A little,” he muttered. “Could you try…”

“Calvin! You’re lucky I’m doing this for you.”

“I know. I know,” he said quickly. Claire looked up at him frowning. The shower was striking his back, but his head was beaded with sweat and looked like he was straining. “I want you to try talking dirty to me to speed things up.”

“Talking dirty?”

“You told me you like it. Keep telling me how much you like it.”

Claire was concerned by the strained look on his face. “I like your cock,” she told him again. Her arms were tiring, but she stroked it faster. “I love your cock. God Calvin, your cock is so big.”

“That’s good,” he moaned. “What color is it?”

“Black! Your black cock is so big, Calvin. I love your big black cock.” Claire was finding this hot and waves of arousal were lubricating her pussy.

“Is it the biggest you’ve ever seen?”

“Yes, this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” She stroked faster, determined that his stamina would not outlast the strength in her arms.

“Is it bigger than Tom’s?” He threw his head back, groaning, the water striking his bald pate.

“So much bigger,” she said, knowing this was wrong. She only hesitated a moment. “Your big black cock is so much bigger than Tom’s little penis.”

“Oh god Claire,” he groaned.

His cock was bigger in her hands, more swollen, and even harder. He was getting close. She stared in horror at the huge swollen head only inches from her face and breasts. “Wait! You’re not going to shoot as much as you did yesterday are you?”

“Oh no,” he moaned. “That was six months’ worth.”

Claire looked down at the head of his cock now an angry purplish black. “It looks like it’s about to explo…”

Calvin thrust his cock through her hands, the head was inches from her open mouth when it did explode. “UNNHH!” he grunted.

Claire was caught off guard, as the first strand of his semen shot out from the head, filling her mouth. She clamped her lips down, swallowing it, releasing his cock. She stared cross-eyed down at the head as it reared up, blasting another wave of semen on her face. She closed her eyes just in time as one of his large loads of ejaculate splattered over her face. Claire could feel his sperm spraying all over her tits and striking her face again as she wiped her eyes clear. His cock was bobbing out of control spraying semen all over her upper torso. She grabbed it and held it still, jerking his remaining sperm out and stream after stream of his hot seed shot out to splatter on her breasts. She licked her lips, tasting more of his seed and liking what she tasted. Having him cum all over her was the most erotic moment of her life.

“Wow,” he groaned, relaxing his arms and wincing as he put more pressure on his feet.

Her hands moved up his swollen shaft one last time, an inch-long strand of semen dangling from the urethra. Claire knew she shouldn’t, but she was lost in the moment. She leaned forward and let her tongue lap up the last remnant off the tip of his cock. He moaned again.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cum as much,” she said, looking warily at him as she pushed herself off the floor and stood. She ran the tips of her fingers up over large globs of sperm dripping off her breasts.

“I didn’t. That was a pretty normal load.”

“That’s not normal,” she muttered, the semen covering two of her fingers was as much as one of Tom’s entire orgasms.

“Hey, the balls match the cock,” he said grinning. His eyes were on her hands, she was staring fascinated at the semen coating her fingers. “Rub my seed into your tits.”

“What?” she looked up.

“Rub my seed on your tits.”

Claire stared at him in shock, but her fingers were coming up to her nipples, rubbing his sperm all over them. She whimpered at the sensitivity of her nipples. He was staring intently at her breasts. She slid her hands down, cupping them with her palms, running her hands all over breasts. Calvin was so black yet his semen was whiter than Tom’s. It had the consistency of the body wash she’d been rubbing all over his body, more pudding thick then Tom’s watery seed. “My god, Calvin! How?” She was staring down at his cock. It had been sticking out, bent down, but had straightened up nearly fully erect again, expanding before her eyes.

“I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you, Claire,” he said, earnestly. Claire’s cheeks turned crimson. “I’m serious. You’re perfect. You get the blood flowing straight to the old Big C.” He winced, his cheeks turning crimson too, but not from embarrassment, from pain.

“Calvin, are you okay?”

“I need to get out of here.” He was gasping for air.

Claire’s brows furrowed with worry. She took his arm and helped him out of the shower to his walker. “You need help?”

“Go ahead and clean up. I need to lay down.”

Claire turned, squealing as she thrust her body under the freezing water.

Calvin chortled. “Ran out of hot water ten minutes ago.”

Claire shivered, but squatted to grab the bottle of body wash, squirting some soap into her hand. Her brain pictured her hand holding Calvin’s cock, and shooting his seed in her hand. She rubbed the soap over her tits. Her arousal and the freezing water had her nipples pulling her areola out of her breasts even further. She washed quickly unable to take much more of this.

Claire stepped out of the shower. She was freezing and reaching for the towel when Calvin howled in pain. She forwent the towel and dripping hurried over to Calvin. He was moving so slowly; he hadn’t reached the bed yet. She grabbed his arm and wrapped her other arm around his shoulders. Her wet skin and breast pressed against him. He turned, releasing the walker and sat heavily on the bed sighing with relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead and bald pate. Despite his pain, his cock was still hard.

Claire bent down, grabbing his shoulders, holding him up. Her nipple swollen and throbbing right before his lips. Claire gasped when his mouth closed down around her entire nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Her pussy quivered, spasming as he suckled her nipple. It took all her willpower to push his head off when what she wanted was to pull him against her breast. She looked down at him, his eyes were closed and he was smacking his lips like he wanted her nipple back. She would have sworn her nipples couldn’t have grown any bigger, but the one he’d just had in his mouth was so engorged, her entire areola was sticking out of her breast. “Sorry,” he groaned.

“Look,” she said holding his shoulders but keeping her breasts clear of his mouth. “What we’re doing is fun and I like feeling naughty, but I’m a married woman and we need to set some ground rules. Okay?”

“I understand,” said Calvin. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Fine. I’ll keep jerking you off if it gives you some pleasure and I’ll take my top off if you like, but no touching. Understand?” He nodded in answer and she continued. “The panty stays on and no kissing. Some things are for Tom only. If you can follow my rules, I’ll keep jerking this big black cock off.” She reached down, wrapping her fingers lightly around his shaft, she ran her hand up and down his cock, caressing it and not stopping while she stared at him.

“Would you do it again, now?” he asked.

“I’ll try, but my arms are still tired.” He spread his legs while she kneeled and moved between them.

“There’s some lubricant in the drawer.” He leaned sideways and opened his drawer. “There’s something I want you to try.”

“Calvin! Don’t ruin this.” She took the lubricant and filled her palm, rubbing it into his shaft.

“This isn’t very different from jerking it off. I want you to use your tits.”

“What?”

“Squeeze my cock between your tits and use them to get it off.”

His cock was slick, black skin glistening in the light. She leaned in, hefting her breasts and engulfing his cock with her bosom. The head reared to her chin. Tom’s penis would have disappeared entirely between her large bosom. The lubricant worked well and she easily hefted her breasts up and down his shaft. “This isn’t so bad,” she said. He still looked weak. “Are you sure you can handle getting off again?”

Calvin looked sad but snorted. “I can get off all night. It’s my bones that hurt and despite the name, there’s no bone in my boner.” He smiled, but it was obvious he was hurting and just putting on a good face for her. “The legs are getting worse and I couldn’t take holding myself up in the shower much longer.”

“I’m sorry. Your muscles look great. I wouldn’t have…”

“You’re worth it, Claire. And it’s the bones, not the muscles. I’m going to need to put a bench in the shower and you’re right about the wheelchair. Eventually, I won’t be able to lift weights anymore and my arm muscles will start to atrophy. Luckily, I’m not expected to last long enough to see my arms start looking like my legs.” Claire was still bouncing her tits up and down his shaft even though she looked like she was about to cry. “I’ve accepted it Claire, but you’re helping me out more than you’ll ever know. Hey, all this sad talk isn’t going to get the Big C off again.”

Claire still looked sad, but she faked a smile. “How about some more dirty talk then?” She cupped her hands around the front of her breasts, nipples sticking out between her fingers. “I want your cum, Calvin. Spray your hot seed all over my big tits.” Claire’s fingers squeezed together pinching her nipples. “Mmmh!” she moaned as her nipples sent spasms of pleasure down to her pussy. “I want that big black cock to cum all over my big white titties,” she said seductively, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling in her womb.

“OH GAWD,” groaned Calvin, falling back on the bed, but holding his neck up so he could look down at her. “You’re a fucking natural at this Claire.” His head fell back. He was bucking his hips up through her tits. “You’re built for big black cock.”

“Mmmmh!” she moaned again, squeezing her nipples, and moving her fingers to pull at them. “Mmmmh…aah,” her moan turning to a squeal. His cock head thrusting up through her cleavage was a swollen angry black-purple again. “AAH!” her pussy spasmed as she came. Claire closed her eyes, ready for his orgasm, lowering her mouth to make contact with the head. Calvin’s hot seed filled her mouth again. Claire swallowed, body trembling from her orgasm. His cock withdrew, squirting cum up the canyon of her breasts and splattering her face. His cock thrust up, his semen striking her lower face. Claire licked around her lips lapping his seed up, holding her tongue out and catching another stream of sperm across her tongue. Semen continued erupting from Calvin’s cock, coating the tops of her breasts and flowing down to her hands. She lifted the tops of her hands, keeping her nipples pinched, letting his seed run down to her nipples. Claire finally quit pinching her nipples so that she could rub his semen around them again. Finally, she slid her breasts back and grabbed his cock at the base, stroking it upwards, pleased to see several small geysers of semen erupt from the head. It still wasn’t done cumming. Sperm flowed out of the head, running down the glans and soon the shaft. Some instinct wanted her to lean down and lap the semen off his cock like it was a lollipop, but she suppressed those thoughts.

“Here are some tissues,” said Calvin, grabbing a box off his nightstand and reaching it down to her. She used them to wipe his cock down. “You look good covered in my sperm,” he said, grinning while staring at her tits.

“Shut up,” she griped, smiling back. “All clean,” she said, giving his cock one last wipe down. She was holding it up, still over a foot long, but it had gone floppy. Claire couldn’t help herself and bent down, planting a kiss on top of the head before standing back up, her tongue flickering across her lips.

“You said no kissing.”

“Shut up,” she said, again. Claire crinkled her nose and gathered up the handful of wet, sticky tissues. She dropped them into a nearby wastebasket, noticing that it was quite full of crusty tissues and smelled of sperm. He was full of shit about not having an erection for six months. Claire didn’t say anything.

“I wish you’d work like that the rest of the day,” he said, smugly placing his hands under his head while staring at her nearly nude body, chest, and breasts covered with wet sperm, slowly drying. “But feel free to take a shower. There should be hot water again.”

He was right and she had hot water for her shower. She ran her sudsy hands over her breasts trying to get all the flakes of sperm off her torso. Her pussy spasmed ever time her hands ran across her nipples. They’d always been sensitive, but nothing like they were now and she’d never had an orgasm before just playing with them. Maybe, I’m pregnant, she wondered, but the timing was off so it was unlikely.

Claire dried off and tied a towel around her torso, knot above her breasts. She gathered up her wet bikini and tossed them in his dryer for twenty minutes.

“Girl, you look sexy as hell,” said Calvin, eyes running down her body. He was still laying nude on the covers. His cock hung floppily over one thigh. Her hair was still wet, straight, and hanging down her back. It was darker wet. The towel showed off some cleavage and her legs from midthigh down. “Come lay by me,” he said, tapping the bed beside him.

“Okay,” said Claire, climbing on beside him. “We need to talk anyway.” She laid on her side looking at him. He stayed on his back, but his hands and pillows had him propped up enough to turn his head and look at her.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Yesterday, I was clinically using my hand to give you some relief. Today I’m topless, talking dirty and using my breasts to get you off.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up,” she said, sighing. “It’s fun messing around with you, but don’t get your hopes up about things going any further. I love my husband and we’re trying to start a family.”

“I understand. You just feel sorry for me.”

“Yes, partially, but also because, well you know?”

He shook his head. “Know what?”

“Because…” She frowned as he looked at her perplexed. “Because you have…” She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them, but he just stared. “Because you cock is so damned big.”

“Oh,” he said, grinning. “You like playing with it?”

“Yes, I suppose at some point, I’ll get used to seeing it, but as long as you let me, I’m happy to help you get off. Just follow my rules. No kissing, no touching, and the panty stays on. Agree, and I’ll jerk you off as much as you want.”

“I’m fine with that if I can break the rules.”

“Calvin!”

“No no, nothing too serious and not really sexual. I just want to admire your beauty.” He turned on his side, wincing a little. He reached his hand out towards the knot on her towel. “May I?” She nodded slowly, his hand grabbing the knot and pulling. The bottom of the towel fell revealing a breast. He took the top of the towel and pulled it up, pushing it back over her other breast. Claire found herself trembling as Calvin lifted more of the towel moving down. “You’re exquisite, Claire,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” she whispered back, now laying nude on the towel.

Calvin’s eyes swept down her body. He moved his hand out to her cheek. “May I?” Again, she nodded. He rested his hand on her cheek and ran it down her neck and over her milky white shoulder. It slid down over the swell of her breast. Claire closed her eyes, feeling her nipples swell as his hand caressed her breast, palm sliding over the hardening nipple. He didn’t grope her or pull her nipple. Claire opened her eyes, feeling her pussy flutter when she saw his dark black hand resting on her milky white breast, so sexy and erotic. Calvin moved his hand until her nipple was centered in a half-circle between his thumb and index finger. That was the closest he came to groping her. His hand squeezed slightly, her breast flesh expanding, pushing her nipple out where he cupped it. Calvin sighed longingly, moving his hand down over her rib cage and along her waist until his hand rose along the rise of her hip, ending at her thigh. He moved his hand down, sliding back up, the bottom of his palm just brushing the wisps of her pubic mound. He moved up to her rib cage again. She sucked her stomach in as the palm moved across her belly. “You’re a work of art.” Claire gulped. His admiration bordered on making her uncomfortable. He angled his hand, moving under her navel so that the tips of his fingers began to brush through her pubic hair. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Chestnut, like your hair.” His fingertips were nearing her clit when she raised her arm from behind him and stopped him. And further and he would have felt how aroused she was. She lifted his hand off her. Calvin slowly nodded, staring in awe at her pubic mound while he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you,” he said, softly. Claire pulled the towel back up and pulled it over to cover her pubic mound, but left her breasts bare. “I’ll double your pay if your birthday suit becomes your new work uniform?”

“No thanks,” she grinned. He was grinning too. “I’ll stick with my bikini.” He snorted. She looked down. Just admiring her physique or not, his cock had swelled again and risen off his thigh, defying gravity as it bobbed over his waist. “Do women have trouble…”

“Taking it?” he finished. “I don’t think so. I’ve only had two. My fiancé couldn’t. She was small and waifish, flat-chested, and built like a stick. She was nearly in awe of the Big C. At first, she’d only give me a handjob. On my birthday, she reluctantly gave me a blow job, but loved the taste of my seed so much she’d suck me off daily.” Claire nodded, licking her lips, his semen had tasted good. He continued. “We dated for a few months before she finally told me she wanted to try. She took about half. I was ecstatic to finally lose my virginity at 25 and asked her to marry me a month later. She never took more than two thirds and once I got too excited and thrust too hard. It hurt her and we broke up.

“So, women can’t take the entire thing?”

“One night I was bartending on a slow weeknight. There were two women, drinking and celebrating one’s divorce and fiftieth birthday. I gave them free drinks and flirted a little. I think the birthday girl’s friend dared her to have a fling with the little black guy. The one woman suddenly had to go, so the birthday girl came up and sat at the bar, flirting back, and saying she was too drunk to drive home. She asked if I’d call her a taxi, so I said, “You’re a taxi. Don’t worry Mrs. Barnes, I’ll drive you home.” So, I drove her to her house, we parked and…”

“Mrs. Barnes, the English teacher?” Claire’s eyes were wide in disbelief. Mrs. Barnes had been forty when they were in high school. Claire and her friends considered her fat, but the reality was that she was just plump and in all the right places to give her body jiggle. All the male seniors stared at her in a dreamy state when she was teaching. One senior day at the local waterpark, she’d worn a two-piece swimsuit all the guys went gaga over her body even Tom.

Calvin grinned and wagged his eyebrows. “I don’t think Mrs. Barnes was serious about hooking up with me. We made out in my car for a while and she seemed to get into it, even let me feel her tits through her top. She broke off and thanked me for the ride, ready to get out, but I took her hand and placed it on my bulge. I kissed her again, while she was measuring it out with disbelief. I asked if she wanted to see it, so I pulled it out in my car. I think she stared for five minutes before inviting me in. We didn’t even make it to her bedroom, she pushed me down on the couch and was sucking on my dick, totally hungry for it. Seems her ex only had around seven inches and was only half as thick as mine. She stripped in front of me, straddled me and slowly took my cock in inch after black inch. Claire was listening raptly to Calvin’s story. Her mind picturing her buxom teacher slowly riding Calvin’s cock.

“She screamed out her first giant orgasm the second she sank down in my lap. Mrs. Barnes rode me for all she was worth, screaming things in English we never heard her say in class. I gotta say, the first time a woman took my entire cock felt so amazing, I didn’t last long, but she came at least five times and nearly passed out when I came in her. We fucked five times that night. I was thrilled and she turned into a total slut for BBC, win-win. We were fuck buddies for three years, getting together two or three times a week. Then she started dating a guy with a ton of money and got engaged.”

“So, money wins out over huge cock?”

“Not when you can have both,” answered Calvin. “She was hooked on the BBC and her fiancé only had a little five-and-a-half-inch penis. She kept coming back for more, about every two weeks. We fucked the night before her wedding, about once a month thereafter, and it only ended when she moved away. I think hubby got suspicious.”

“Wow!” Claire shook her head, picturing a teacher she’d rather respected getting hooked on Calvin’s big black cock. “That didn’t answer my question though. The skinny one couldn’t quite take it, but the larger woman could. So, it’s 50/50 chance?”

“In my experience anyway. I’d give anything to have sex with another woman before I die to see which way it goes, but as I said, that’s my experience. Clarence had a lot more luck. Another black family moved to town and he started dating their daughter. She was gorgeous and loved his cock.”

“But she was black? Maybe black women are more equipped to handle a black guy’s cock?”

“Don’t assume all black men are gifted in the cock department, but us Custis men are considered gifted by other gifted black men.” He wiggled his eyebrows again. “Here’s the catch, Clarence’s girlfriend liked to brag on his cock and that made all the girls she bragged to curious. By graduation, he’d fucked the entire cheerleading squad.”

“He told you this?”

“We shared everything. He even got caught with one cheerleader by the vice-principal and got detention for a week. Apparently, the Veep was so shocked by the black boy’s cock, he was telling some other teachers about it in the lounge and was overheard by the guidance counselor, a lovely young newlywed who I guess was unsatisfied by her husband’s little white penis, she locked the door behind Clarence during a meeting and demanded to see it. She got her husband to hire Clarence to do yardwork for them and fucked him all summer long. He never met a woman that couldn’t take his entire cock.”

“Wow,” she said again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I had no idea.”

“Fair is fair, Claire. How many men have you had?”

“Well,” she said, blushing a little. “Yours is only the third cock I’ve ever seen, but I’ve only had two men.”

“You had sex with someone after you broke up with Tom?”

“No, before Tom. I had sex with Jack Johnson.”

“Get the fuck out!”

Claire giggled. “We were neighbors and childhood friends. I decided I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore and trusted him, so we agreed to do the deed. He was more than eager.”

“That scrawny nerd couldn’t have been very big?”

“He wasn’t. Didn’t last very long either. Just enough to break my hymen and we were both so embarrassed we didn’t try again. He was a skinny, a very skinny six inches or so, bigger than Tom, but…”

“But nothing compared to this,” said Calvin, lifting his hard cock so that it was sticking straight up.”

Claire stared at it. “How the fuck is it hard again?”

“I have to correct you on one thing, Claire.”

“What’s that?” She continued staring.

“This is the first cock you’ve ever seen. Jack and Tom barely have penises.”

“You’re right,” she whispered, her eyes traveling up and down his length. His cock seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on her. The same effect it apparently had on Mrs. Barnes.

“Say it,” said Calvin, shaking the base so that he cock moved.

“Yours is the first cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Good. Feel like jerking it off again?”

“Yeah,” she sighed looking at it. She did promise to keep giving him relief provided he followed the rules. “But my arms are tired and I think I’ve done enough for you today. You can take care of it yourself.”

“You don’t mind?” Calvin reached out for the bottle of lube. Claire slid off the bed, knotting the towel again. “Where are you going?” asked Calvin, squirting fluid on the head of his cock.

“I thought I’d make you some dinner,” said Claire pausing on the way to the door.

“Let me look at you.” Calvin rubbed the fluid around the crown of his cock until it was shiny and glistened. He ran his slick hand down the shaft, giving it a slick coating. “Open your towel.”

Claire stared at his hand slowly gliding up and down the length of his cock, her own hands reaching up for the knot and pulling the towel open. It dropped at her feet. The black man on the bed nodded his approval taking her body in standing by his bed. Her white hands looked better on his cock then his black one. Why did I say no? she wondered. Her nipples hardened as she stared at it. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts. You should be the one jerking that big black cock off.

“Play with your tits.”

Claire’s hands rose to cup and lift her double D-cups. She sucked her lower lip in, letting her fingers flicker back and forth over her nipples. “Jerk that big black cock off,” she muttered.

“Good,” said Calvin, nodding his approval, his stroking hand picking up speed. “Keep talking.”

“Does my body make your big black cock hard? Did you like having these big white titties wrapped around your black cock? Mmmmm.” She couldn’t help moaning as she stared at his cock. Her nipples were pulling out her areola again.

“Slide one hand down your belly,” he ordered and she obeyed. Claire released one breast, her hand sliding down her flat tummy, fingers outspread touching the top of her pubic mound. “Finger yourself,” he said, staring at her hand.

Claire gasped at his demand, but her hand lowered. “Aah!” she cried, two fingers plunging into her pussy. Her other hand’s fingers pinched her nipple hard.

“Your wet for me aren’t you, Claire?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, trembling, her pulse quickening.

“My big black cock makes you wet? Say it.”

“Your big black cock makes me wet.” She bent forward, pushing her fingers deeper.

“Cum for me, Claire.” His hand now a blur as he stroked his shaft. “Cum for me and I’ll cum for you.”

“Cum for me,” she whispered, her eyes flickered from his cock to his face and back down to his cock. The head rose above his pumping fist, swelling until it was purplish-black again. “Cum for me,” she moaned, almost begging. Her pussy was quivering all around her fingers.

“F-UHHH-CKKK!” Calvin’s hips rose off the bed, thrusting his cock up through his hand. Cum shot up from the head in one long strand. A second large wad of semen blasted out as his hips came back down on the bed.

“AAAHHH!!!” Claire leaned forward, squatting down into her fingers as she came all over her hand. “CUMMING!” Her own orgasm, squirted out around her hand, splattering the insides of her thighs. She squirted again, staring in awe as jet after jet of white semen squirted from the head of his cock, each wad shooting out a little less far, turning to small geysers of semen, and eventually just bubbling out of his cock head to flow down his shaft to the hand gripping the base. His cock continued to twitch as they stared at each other, the swelling subsided until it began to lean and flop over as it collapsed.

“Wow!” said Claire. She grabbed the towel and used it to wipe her hand and the sides of her thighs. She offered the towel to Calvin, but he shook his head, reaching over to grab the box of tissues. His crotch, cock, stomach, and chest were covered with semen. “Do you always cum that much?”

“Every time,” he snorted. “My balls are filling up already.”

Claire stared down between his weak legs. His scrotum was splayed out on the mattress, one huge ball slightly resting on the other. She had no doubt they were preparing for his next orgasm. “I’ll go make some dinner.”

“Would you mind bringing it to me here? I need to catch my breath.”

“Sure.”

“And Claire, stay like that.”

“I’m not waiting on you nude Calvin,” she scolded, though flattered that he was as enthralled by her body as she was by his huge cock.

She returned less than an hour later, holding a tray with spaghetti and a premade salad she found in his refrigerator. “Dinner,” she said, wondering if he were asleep. His eyes were closed. He was still lying naked on top of the bed. She gave his cock an admiring glance.

Calvin opened his eyes and smiled, looking up and down her body. “Not nude, but just as good.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Claire had put her bikini on. It was nice and warm from the dryer. “Now if you don’t need anything else, I’d like to take off.”

“Yes, take it off.” Calvin grinned, staring hungrily at her bikini. “Seriously, I’m good,” he replied, sticking his fork into a piece of lettuce. “Thank you for today,” he said, sincerely.

“I had fun too, but I think we went overboard, so let’s tone things down just a little, okay?”

“Mmmhmm,” he agreed, turning his attention on his spaghetti.

Claire gathered up her workout clothes and feeling naughty, she decided to drive home in her bikini. She figured, she could speed all she wanted and wouldn’t get a ticket, but she still drove the speed limit. Tom wouldn’t be home just yet either, so she wouldn’t have to explain why she was wearing their honeymoon bikini coming home from her job.

She stripped naked in the laundry room. “Oh shit,” she griped seeing the blood spots in her bikini bottom. She was horny and wanted to get Tom in bed again, but her period was coming. Tom didn’t express any interest in a second night of sex anyway. He was usually only good for one session a week, a far cry from when they were newlyweds and he wanted to do it every night. “Oh well,” she sighed, her husband would be satisfied with the pot roast she had cooking in the slow cooker. She tossed her clothes in the washer.