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Click here"Listen to me!" he commanded, in a voice that captivated my attention. I stared into his eyes and nodded that I was listening.
"Have you heard of classical conditioning?" he repeated, with more urgency in his voice. It was obvious that this afternoon would go no further until we had this discussion.
"Yeah, I know all about it," I answered impatiently.
"Well I want us to begin the process of conditioning your little man into something interesting. I want him to eventually watch me fuck you."
I knew he could sense my immediate reaction as fear and hesitation poured back over me. For the first time since he had entered my house, the fear of discovery returned, and I considered putting an end to all this craziness. Sure, he was an awesome lay, and I was having a great time with all this, but I did NOT want to lose my marriage over it. I had always assumed that this would all remain secret – hidden from Jem and Tina. Was he out of his mind, getting Jem to watch us?
I was shaking my head, unable to form complete thoughts when he quickly continued, "not only will he watch us, but by the time you are done working with him, he will be convinced that the whole fucking thing was HIS idea in the first place."
"I don't think that will work," I replied doubtfully, thinking of how protective Jem was. I was fairly certain that if he had any idea, jealousy would be what he felt, not sexual arousal.
"Oh it'll work," he replied with that shit eating confident grin on his face.
"You are going to go from being a hot little married white nurse, to a horny little psychologist. You are going to begin planting ideas into his little brain – directly through his little dick. You are going to use your amazing beauty, sexiness, and brains to convince him first that the idea of other guys finding you hot turns him on."
I was listening as if spellbound as he laid out his elaborate plan. He had obviously thought all the way through it from beginning to end.
Mike continued, "Anytime you get him really-really excited, you will begin talking dirty to him. Starting slowly at first, you'll begin by dropping subtle little hints here and there-just testing the water."
"OK," I said, beginning to get the picture he was laying out for me, but still feeling extremely skeptical, and not at all convinced that I wanted to take such a large risk with the future of my marriage.
"Anytime you allude to another guy checking you out, or possibly making inappropriate advances toward you, you will be power making out with him. You will wait until you are absolutely certain that he is completely aroused, and you have his little dick completely hard and nearly ready to cum. You will *condition* him to associate sexual excitement with other guys checking you out. Later, after he has had a chance to become used to this idea, you will begin telling him that they are making advances toward you, which you of course reject, and are outraged by – but you will point out to him over and over how these ideas are obviously exciting him because you can see how hard and ready he is."
As Mike continued to describe this to me, he resumed stroking my clit with his hand wedged into the leg of my shorts. I knew if he did this much longer I was going to cum right there on the couch, and I didn't really want my first orgasm to go that way. This could likely have been what got me to agree to this insane plan so easily.
"So what do you think?" he asked.
"I think, whatever you say!" I replied.
This was obviously exactly what he had wanted to hear. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me up to my bedroom, kicking the door all the way open.
I felt completely submissive to him as he pretty much threw me on my bed. We both began ripping our own clothes off as quickly as we could manage. My skirt and half shirt were discarded and tossed to the foot of the bed, leaving me completely naked. I had this huge desire for him to see all of me. I wanted to show him my most intimate parts, to give him complete access to all of my most intimate places.
I got up on all fours facing him on the bed as he approached with his massive hard cock bouncing menacingly with each step.
He reached down, grabbing a breast in each of his big-strong hands. My eyes fluttered, but I found myself staring down at his amazing cock as he stimulated my already hardened nipples. I found myself murmuring incoherent gibberish, my excitement building as he tweaked each nipple, then began running one of his hands down my stomach to my crotch. A knowing smile came on his face when his large middle finger made contact with my already soaking pussy and slipped effortlessly in.
I felt myself swooning as he pulled me forward somewhat roughly into his arms. I could feel my whole body pressing firmly into his solid body. I felt safe there, and very aroused, with his long hard cock nestled between us. As I looked down, I saw that it reached all the way to the bottom of my breasts!
As he held me, he gently but firmly rubbed my back as my tongue gingerly licked his. I felt his hands slide down my back to my ass, where he squeezed and lifted me effortlessly into the air to him. I found myself dazzled by his strength once again. I had never in my life been with someone so incredibly strong! I was reveling in the feeling of his hard, solid, muscular body.
Suddenly, I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me downward. I knew what he wanted. I found myself eye-level with his incredible cock which was far beyond compare with anything I had ever seen prior to meeting him. It was, exactly as Tina had described to me, time and time again as she bragged about what she knew I would never have access to.
"See this, you little married white slut?" he asked.
"MMMM-HMMMM," I purred.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's your big cock!" I answered.
"What else?"
"It's your incredible, big, black, wonderful cock," I answered, knowing what he wanted, and feeling my excitement rise with the idea that he wanted me to talk to him about it. I reached for it, but he pushed my hand away.
"You have to ask for it," he commanded, as he stood before me with his amazing erection just inches from my face.
"Please Mike, let me suck your incredible black cock," I begged.
I reached out and grabbed the end of his mammoth tool with my hand. It felt so unusual in my hand. Jem's penis was always completely engulfed by my hand, but the head of Mike's completely filled my palm. I found myself squeezing it, marveling at the fact that it was so completely hard and unyielding. As I felt his warmth, it also occurred to me that his cock was throbbing, like a creature with it's own heartbeat. I felt that familiar thrill of excitement running down my spine.
I ran my hand up and down his length, then spit on the tip, in the middle, and up toward where it met with his balls. It took a ton of saliva to lubricate his cock, but this did the trick. I could now run both hands up and down his length easily, and soon his precum added to my saliva, completely lubricating my hands.
I moved in, inhaling deeply as my face approached his cock. I began by running my tongue along the tip of it, savoring the taste and again marveling at the hardness. As I tickled the tip of his cock, it jerked upward, signaling his excitement. God, it felt good knowing I had that control over such an amazing cock! I wanted it so badly. I moved my way down his large girth, running my tongue all up and down it, attempting to moisten it.
When I arrived at his balls, I lifted his huge cock up and licked at each nut, gently tickling them with my tongue also.
He became impatient and pushed my head back to the end of his cock. I took this to mean that he wanted me to focus there, however this what not what he had in mind.
Suddenly Mike pushed me back gently but firmly onto my back on the bed. As I looked up at him, he placed his hands on my knees, and forced my legs apart, staring at my bald white pussy with a growing hunger in his eyes.
He reached up and began running his index finger along my pussy lips, gently up and down. I was already worked up from making out downstairs and Mike's horny little plan, so I could feel my hips begin rising up off the bed to meet his finger. As I looked down, I could see it was already glistening with my juices.
I found myself relaxing as he continued to gently tease me with a very light touch. Suddenly I jumped a bit, as I felt him making contact with my clit. I found myself moaning and wiggling around the bed as he pushed his finger in deep, locating my g-spot.
"Oooooooh-Aaaaaah," I began moaning, as I felt an orgasm approach.
Each time I felt like I was getting close, he sensed it, and stopped doing what he had been doing, continually keeping me on the edge. I realized when I did cum, it was going to be huge.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked.
"Oooooh Gaaawd Yeeeees," I pantingly replied, hoping he would go ahead and take me over the edge. I needed so badly to cum now. This was not at all his plan though.
He completely stopped for a moment, readjusting himself, and bringing me back from the precipice. I was headed back there pretty quickly though when I felt his tongue licking at my labia, working it's way all around my pussy, and suddenly flicking on my clit. I felt myself swooning as he sucked my hard little nub between his lips and continued tickling it with the tip of his tongue!
While he was licking me, I suddenly felt his finger penetrate me. I was fairly certain that Mike's finger was at least twice as large as Jem's cock, and it felt like I was being fucked at the same time as he was licking me.
That was all I could stand! I felt the orgasm completely overwhelm me. I didn't even realize that I was screaming until the orgasm had nearly subsided. I sounded entirely like a crazed porn-star, who was faking the biggest orgasm of her life. Only I wasn't faking.
As Mike had indicated, I could feel his saliva, mixed with my first cum drooling out of me and onto my marriage bed. I knew that this was only the first of several times that it would be soaked before this day was over.
Then Mike was climbing on top of me.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "And I won't stop until you ask me to. You are going to cum again and again."
He moved forward, nestling the head of his hard-on into my vulva.
"Do you understand?"
I nodded dumbly, feeling the head of his huge cock sliding into me. It didn't hurt like the last time, perhaps I had adjusted to him a bit. That had to be bad new for Jem, I thought to myself, and almost chuckled. Mike pulled up slightly so that I could watch as he pushed his cock into me.
I folded a pillow up on the bed to rest the back of my head on so that I could watch as he penetrated me. An audible groan escaped my lips as he continued pushing into me, stretching me to the limit. I just lay there, staring in amazement, my pussy squeezing tightly around him.
After less than half of his cock was inside me, he asked, "Does this feel better than little Jem? Ready to go way beyond where he can take you?"
"Oh Gooood, it's already way past that," I panted, as he continued to push into me.
Still he continued to enter me. When I thought my pussy wouldn't take any more, he slid it in even farther. The hugeness of his cock completely filled me. At last I felt the hardness of his pubis bumping against my mound and I knew that he was completely inside me.
The thought that my best friend's boyfriend was completely buried inside me in my own marriage bed filled me with a sense of danger. However, his promise to fuck me until I begged him to stop forced all other thoughts from my mind. I wanted this – that was pretty much all I knew - and I wanted it bad!
Mike moved as if we had all the time in the world, sliding his cock almost all the way out of me before reversing direction and pushing it all the way back in again.
His thickness had my vaginal membranes stretched as far as they could go, but the tightness of the fit increased the friction, making the pleasure of his thrusts even more intense. When he sank all the way inside me, I could feel the hairs on his scrotum caressing the skin of my ass. I rocked up against him, crying out involuntarily as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
He increased the tempo of his movements slightly, knowing instinctively what it took to please me. Each time he drove inside, his rock hard chest brushed against the tips of my erect nipples, sending tingling bolts of electricity from my breasts to my pussy.
He was fucking me steadily now, without stopping between strokes. It was impossible to tell where the out strokes ended and the in strokes began. It seemed to go on and on forever. His ability to keep up the steady pace without slowing and without reaching his own peek made him the perfect sex partner.
I groaned as I felt my second climax of the day approaching. I could tell that this orgasm was going to be far bigger than the last one.
"Oh God Yeeeeees," I screamed as the power of the orgasm ripped through my loins. I threw my legs around Mike and held him tightly into me as I could feel more juices running down me and onto my bed.
The thing of it was, Mike still hadn't even cum yet!
As I was still reeling from my orgasm and wondering when he would go, Mike said, "Tell me that you are going to do it."
I had no other choice but to surrender to his command.
"I'll do it," I said.
This spurred him on all the more. The fact that I was submitting to his demands seemed to be a total turn-on for him. He began fucking me hard and fast – nothing even remotely compared to gentle love making – this was shear animal mating!
Mike continued to plough me, hard. When I felt his entire cock continue the maddening pace in and out of me, I knew that I had absolutely no resolve left. It wouldn't have mattered if Jem and all the neighbors had walked into the room at this moment, I would not have asked Mike to stop.
It became crystal clear to me at this moment that I completely belonged to this big black stallion. I didn't love him or feel any feelings of endearment toward him. I was simply in lust with his fucking.
Mike's cock was pretty much the only thing that mattered to me at this moment. He knew exactly how to use it to his complete advantage. I have never been fucked for so long nor so perfectly as this time. He pounded and pounded me and all I could do in response was have orgasm after orgasm.
"You ready for me to mess up you and your husband's bed completely now?" he asked.
"Yes, unhg-ungh, yes-" was all I could say, over and over again. This seemed to be the trigger point for him-my total submission.
"You want me to cum all over your bed?" he asked.
"Yes," I grunted.
I felt him tense up as I was turning my head back and forth. The idea that he was about to cum triggered another orgasm from me.
I thought he was going to fill me completely with his cum as his cock began to tremble and swell inside me. I would have loved that, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Mike quickly pulled out of me, much like a porn star, and instead of showering me in cum, he shot his load all over the side of the bed next to me. Of course it was the side Jem sleeps on. And what a huge amount of cum it was too. I have seriously never seen so much in my life. It shot from the top of the bed to the foot, completely covering it.
Watching him cum refueled my arousal. When he had completed, he had begun to grow soft. I crawled up to him on all fours on the bed, and took his softening cock back into my mouth. I noted that even softening, his cock was actually still much longer and thicker than Jem's.
"You just can't get enough of this big black dick can you, my little white married slut," he goaded me.
It's not like I could argue with the man. In spite of my multiple orgasms, I wanted more, and Mike didn't seem to mind at all. His stamina was, as Tina had told me time and time again, absolutely amazing. With just a little coaxing, I had his cock completely rock hard and ready for action again.
After awhile, he must have grown bored with this, as he grabbed me, and rolled me over. Much like he had done the last time we were together, he lifted me up, and began fucking me doggy style, once again grabbing my tits as they dangled beneath me as we fucked.
It was at that moment that I decided that this may very well be my favorite position. From this position he was able to fuck me so roughly and with such a vengeance that the bed was banging roughly against the wall. "Oh Gaaaaawd," I moaned, knowing that another orgasm was not far. "You like it like this don't you?" he asked. "Ooooo—oooooo-oooo-yeeeeees!" "Tell me that Jem's a wimp and that fucking him is a joke compared to fucking me." "Oh Mike! Jem's a total wimp and I would much rather be fucked by you," I exclaimed, realizing that in my lust the opinion of my husband was growing less and less. As always, the talking was pushing me over the edge. I was nearing still another amazing cum, and Mike showed no signs of wearing down.
When I came I very nearly passed out. I don't know how much longer Mike fucked me; it seemed like hours. I was actually beginning to worry that it may be getting time for Jem to return home. At that exact moment, the way I was feeling, I don't think I would have even cared if he would have.
The next time Mike came, he didn't pull out and shower the bed; instead he completely filled me with it. This was the most amazing feeling. Even after he had already cum, his orgasm was not really diminished from the first time, and I could feel him completely filling me.
With that, he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and sweating profusely. I was too exhausted to move, and felt so secure that at some point, I fell completely asleep!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I was awakened some countless time later by the sound of Jem calling to me from downstairs!
"Honey – I'm home!" he called.
"SHIT!" I was in a total state of panic. I was bare assed naked, had volumes of cum dripping from my pussy, the bedroom was a complete wreck, and fucking Jem was home.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I whispered to myself as I got up and started running around the room like a possessed woman!
"Honey -?" Jem called from the stairs, as he began climbing them, looking for me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I had put my panties on backwards and had to climb back out of them, as I was reaching for my skirt I fell over!
Abandoning that, I ran over to the door bare assed naked and locked it with a click.
"What the?" said Jem as he arrived at the door and began working the handle. "Jane, are you in there?"
"Yeah, I'm in here baby," I called back to him, giving up on the panties and throwing them under the bed. I grabbed my skirt and pulled it on faster than I had ever thought possible.
"What are you-" he began.
"I have a surprise for you, but I need a minute," I answered, throwing my half shirt on and quickly stuffing my tits into it, trying to arrange them-the damned thing was snagged though – I had to take it completely off again, then pull it back on.
"What are you doing?" he asked. I could hear concern in his voice now.
"Just give me a minute," I answered, looking at the bed. I could see the stain all up and down on the sheet! That wouldn't do. I grabbed the comforter from the side of the bed, throwing it over the stains from earlier, and noting with dismay that I could still plainly smell the sex from Mike and I earlier.
I ran into our adjourning bathroom, and threw on some deodorant. As quickly as I could I fixed my hair in the mirror and splashed on the expensive perfume Jem had bought me for our last anniversary. I sprayed it on my neck, dabbed some on my cleavage, and on down my stomach.