Blondie Goes Black in New Orleans

But back to that first afternoon when—after just a couple of minutes—Blondie fluttered her fingers at me and when I leaned in closer, popped his cock out of her luscious mouth, smiled wickedly, and stage whispered,

"This is the biggest one I've ever had, cher," bringing a confident smirk to Victor's face.

I grinned and asked, "Think you can take all of it?" to which she nodded and taunted,

"Bien sûr je peux garçon stupide (Of course I can silly boy). You just sit there an' watch real close while I show you, mon mari voyeur (my voyeur husband)."

Picking up on her attitude...if not her French...Victor fixed me with an almost menacing stare and declared, "Yeah, dude, pretty lil' thing, she gonna take all of it—I gonna make sure she take all of it—cause once I start feedin' it in dat hot lil' white pussy she gonna want all of it, gonna want ol' Ice to give it to her good an' hard an' deep, aintcha, lady?

And with that, my wicked little Dixie pixie just smiled wantonly as she lay back, hooking her panties off over her heels with the red-nailed thumb of her right hand while crooking an inviting forefinger on her left at Victor and saying,

"Whatever you say, lover...but let's quit talkin' about it an' show him...mama's ready to get this show on the road, big boy."

As Victor shrugged out of the robe, she cooed, "Been ready ever since I saw your picture of that big ol' thing." She giggled, "With you pointin' it right at me."

I found my drink and moved to the chair at the foot of the bed, but just as I was sitting, Blondie said, "I'm gonna need some help gettin' this monster in me, Rick."

By the time I returned from the bathroom with some lotion, Victor was on his knees between her spread legs, gazing down at my wife's beautiful face as her small white fingers slowly caressed the bulbous head of that monster cock. Thinking that this was going to be a very tight fit for her and him, I bent over the bed and squeezed out several heavy dollops of lotion along the top of the monster which Blondie began smearing all over it with her ring hand, a lecherous smile on her face.

Satisfied that she had it sufficiently coated, she said, "C'mon, Victor, gimme that beautiful cock. Put this big ol' gorgeous thing in me, baby."

As he pushed between her spread legs her left hand went to his buttocks and her right to his cock guiding him into position. Her spike heels were wrapped behind his calves, holding him to her. The sparkling diamonds of her wedding rings on her small, starkly white hand were a brilliant, glistening reminder on his muscular black buttocks that this was a not another white porn star, but an actual white man's wife...my wife...on that bed, eagerly bestowing her most precious and intimate gift on a total stranger, a tattooed, black, thuggy stranger...and that deliciously dissolute thought made my own cock rock hard.

When Blondie let out a low moan, I could see he was inside her with at least four inches. All of a sudden she bucked and yelped in pain,

"Hold it there a sec, baby...just a sec, okay? Hold it...hold it...gimme just a sec, sugar. Jeezus, it's just so fuckin' big, baby, we gotta go slow."

He paused momentarily until she breathily whispered, "Okay, gimme some more, baby," and resumed the slow undulation of her hips so that another inch or so disappeared inside her, then another, until she moaned again for him to stop. Again, it was Blondie who, after a moment's respite, resumed the subtle circular corkscrewing of her hips and another two inches of that huge cock was in her. Within minutes another couple of inches were in her and I calculated from that point on Victor was getting himself some purely virgin pussy...as no one...to my knowledge had ever been up in this lovely little slut's belly that far.

Blondie's first black dick, from a kid named Tommy, had been just about ten inches and she currently had a white boyfriend, a lawyer/accountant who had nine plus inches...the biggest dicks she'd had until now. This thing appeared to be at least eleven-plus so she was about to give up an inch or more of herself that she'd never given to any other man if, in fact, her vagina was even that deep. This thing was a good four inches more than I could give her and the idea that she was willingly, even eagerly, opening up an unexplored part of herself to this black man for his casual, carefree, sexual exploitation, made it all the more titillating for both her and me. It was so deliciously and decadently wicked it gave me goosebumps.

I said, "Victor, you're getting some virgin pussy there, man—no guy's ever been in her that far."

He groaned, "Yeah?"

Blondie moaned, "Oh yeah, baby—I've never had a cock this big—God, I feel so full but it feels so good, too!"

She glanced at me and sighed happily, "Merci mon amour--j'attends ça depuis deux semaines (Thank you my love--I've been waiting for this for two weeks)."

She then asked him with a smile, "How's it feelin' for you, baby? You likin' it?"

He grunted, "Dis some fine, tight pussy, you got here, mama—your ol' man wad'n blowin' no smoke 'bout dat, fo' sure."

Victor's speech was definitely a giveaway that he was a N'awlins native with those dis's and dat's indicating he'd been raised in this aberration of a Southern city, where home-grown residents...many whites included...could be mistaken for Brooklyners with all their dis, dat, deez and doze usages. His manner of speaking was clearly that peculiar patois of New Orleans blacks which was unlike any other I'd encountered in my travels, sounding almost like some corrupted Caribbean dialect.

Blondie gasped then groaned as they began a slow rhythmic rocking together and I realized she was now taking its full length. I was amazed at how her vaginal canal could be so elastic—tight on my seven-plus inches yet able to expand sufficiently to accommodate a hunk of meat the size of the one now inside her. Up until now, Blondie had kept her legs wrapped around Victor's as if restraining him from total penetration, but now she abruptly raised her legs high and crossed her gold high heels behind his buttocks as she whispered,

"Baise-moi mon chéri (Fuck me, honey)! Oh ouais, baise-moi bien, goujon! (Oh yeah, fuck me good, stud)! Donnez-moi votre grosse bite noire, bébé (Give me your big black cock, baby)! "Baise-moi! Baise-moi fort, chérie (Fuck me! Fuck me hard, honey)!"

And did he ever! Spurred to greater effort by my dutiful translations, Victor began what another black guy she'd been with a couple of times called "long-dicking" her...pulling almost all the way out of her before slamming all the way in with that nearly foot-long monster...while my cock-craving little Cajun babe was pushing her hips up to meet those deep-penetrating down-strokes, taking it all. She'd been right: she could take the whole thing...and she was accommodating it just fine.

They fucked steadily like that for twenty minutes with Blondie, as usual, providing most of the naughty verbalizing, urging him to give it to her...to fuck her good...to fuck her hard...to fuck her deep...and so forth...with Victor largely silent except for an occasional gasped or grunted,

"Yeah, baby!" or "Gimme dat sweet white pussy, mama!"

Frankly, I was amazed that he could last this long. Blondie's pussy was snug even on my seven-plus inches so I knew it had to be a really tight fit for that big horsecock of his. But finally Victor quickened the pace and shortened his strokes and my wife began cooing in his ear, keeping it in English at this crucial moment to make sure he got the message,

"Yeah, stud, come on do it...come in my white pussy, baby...come on, give this little ol' Cajun girl that hot black jism, baby...fuck me baby...oh yeah, fuck me, daddy!"

Blondie knew very well the value of talking dirty—especially to married guys who generally loved it because most of their wives wouldn't do it for them—so hearing a gorgeous stranger saying all these slutty, forbidden things was usually a special treat for most married men. I loved to hear her talk dirty...the filthier the better in fact...French and English, especially when...like in the present moment, she was doing it to encourage another man to ejaculate in her, and most especially when that man was black.

What a sight it was when Victor's load exploded into Blondie, a true sexual spectacle. His huge ebony cock turned a burnished, creamy white with that copious semen he was pumping into her. The sight of my beautiful blonde wife holding this lean, black, tattooed hoodlum fiercely tight, while twisting and grinding her hips up to meet his thrusts and enthusiastically receive his seed, was truly a cuckold's wildest fantasy.

To my absolute glee Victor's climax seemed to go on forever, until at last he gave a great shudder and rolled off Blondie, who was grinning merrily up at the ceiling, thrilled with the phenomenal intercourse she'd just had with yet another total stranger, and a black one at that. She waved air onto her sweat-dampened face as she grinned happily, her legs akimbo, another young black stud's hot ejaculate welling up slowly from between her swollen, pink labia, then flowing slowly down the cleft of her milky white buttocks, dripping unabated onto the decorative hotel bedspread.

Blondie lay there, panting and fanning her face with both hands, with Victor flopped beside her, that softening, shiny phallus slumped over his thigh like some sinister sleeping serpent. She reached over and caressed it lazily, sighing, "Baby, that is one beautiful cock—my God, it felt like you just kept hittin' an' hittin' all kinda sweet spots no man has ever even touched in there before."

I knew she was pumping his ego to ensure an encore performance, but there was undoubtedly a large measure of truth in her praise as well. Grinning wickedly at me she mocked,

"An' I'm sorry to have to tell you, pauvre bébé (poor baby), but I'm afraid you never will hit 'em—those are just the sad facts of life—this jeune goujon (young stud) can reach places in me with that grosse bite (big cock) that you just simply can't. I mean like he was really gettin' it up in there, makin' mama feel things she's never felt in her life."

Like other black guys she'd been with, Victor was reveling in this postcoital husband-baiting, grinning rather nastily I thought...and Blondie clearly could see it. Further playing to her guest, she slipped further into her dominant wife role, snapping sharply,

"Hey cul paresseux (lazy ass)! We just put on one helluva good show just for you, so put your dick back in your pants an' get us some fresh drinks and another joint!"

She was laying it on a bit thick this afternoon but her target audience was smiling amusedly at my expense. We frequently played this game when her partners were black because it did seem to amuse them, perhaps even inspire them to even greater performance, whereas most white guys seemed a bit put off by the bitch wife/subservient husband role. And I could play my part...both because it appealed to those masochistic tendencies in my cuckold persona...and because I was confident enough in my own abilities and accomplishments.

Blondie once told me that she married me because I was the most charming...and with my dark hair, blue eyes and tall good looks...the most attractive guy she'd ever dated. She also said that I was the most intelligent, as evidenced by my quick rise to rank in the military and my constant presence on the dean's list at LSU. She had been a bit surprised by my willingness to share her with other men, but because it actually dovetailed so nicely with her own promiscuity, we had found that the hotwife/cuckold lifestyle served our mutual sexual needs quite well.

After she began fucking other men, I gradually revealed to her my masochistic quirks and other perversions, such as performing postcoital cunnilingus on her. She didn't mind the masochism as it gave her the occasional chance to be the dominant partner in our marriage and crack the whip, so to speak. And she loved the postcoital cunnilingus as it usually gave her additional orgasms.

Therefore I felt little threat from the role-playing with Victor although, being a realist, I certainly didn't try to kid myself that there wasn't a person in this room this afternoon who didn't realize that this youthful black gangsta had just fucked my wife better than I ever would be able to. But, I smiled to myself, was the one who provided her a nice, new home to live in...expensive cars to drive...and a boat to sail on Mobile Bay. Yes, Blondie worked in real estate, primarily property management...but only intermittently...frequently taking long leaves of absence to travel with me.

Oh, and another thing I provided her: the freedom to fuck whoever she wanted, whenever and as often she desired...and also found studs like Victor for her to fuck, keeping her happy in that department as well. So I was okay with my role as her servant when we played sexy games.

Standing across the room fixing their fresh drinks, I chuckled when I heard her ask her latest conquest, "So...did you like it, joli coeur (loverboy)? Was it tight enough for you?"

Was it tight enough for him? For a horsecock like that one??? That made me laugh openly, before realizing she was fishing for compliments...when Victor answered,

"Oh yeah, little mama, dat some a da tightest pussy ol' Vic had in a long damn time."

I glanced over my shoulder to where they lay sprawled naked on the bed just as Blondie rolled up on her side, then reached out and gently squeezed that huge phallus, playfully teasing,

"Not too bad for an old married broad, hmm?" bringing another silent chuckle from me.

"Since when is early thirties old?" I wondered. My little Cajun cougar was obviously looking for some womanly validation and some reassurance that she still had what it takes to satisfy younger men, which she got in spades (yes, I know...) when Victor responded with,

"Lady, you be one fine thing to look at an' you even finer to fuck. Dat's some fine, fine pussy you got there 'tween them pretty legs, some fine sweet pussy an' you works dat little white ass just fine, too, little mama."

That brought a smile of both gratitude and gloating confidence to Blondie's face as she said,

"Well you're pretty hot stuff yourself, goujon (stud) an' you sure as hell know how to make this little girl happy with this big ol' thing."

She was still gently massaging his cock as she paused, looking over to me for confirmation and cooed, "It is the biggest one I've ever had, isn't it, Rick, bigger even than Tommy's right?"

As I confirmed that it was, indeed, the biggest one she'd ever had, she explained to Victor,

"Tommy was my first black guy, back in Mobile, an' he had a big dick, which is what got me likin' to fuck black men so much, but his wasn't as big as this thing, I promise you, baby."

When I turned back to them, Blondie was lying across Victor facing me, her breasts resting on his stomach, holding his soft cock in both hands, looking at it intently. She squealed gleefully,

"You're still comin' you bad boy," as she popped the head in her mouth, licking and sucking for a moment before looking up at me, giggling, "No sense wastin' any of it, hmm, cher?"

When I handed Victor his drink, he didn't say "Thank you, kiss my foot," or anything except,

"Sounds like your ol' lady got herself a bad case a jungle fever, dude," delivered with an unmistakable sneer, which, if it was intended to offend me, failed. I just grinned and winked as Blondie dropped his cock, sat up and took her drink, saying with some asperity, "Don't call me his ol' lady, okay?"

Smiling to myself at that, I reoccupied my watch post at the foot of the bed and fired up the blunt, which after three deep tokes, I handed up to them. As the cannabis suffused my being, I marveled at the montage assembled before me of my naked spouse, now leaning back against the pillows piled at the decorative headboard, her nyloned legs spread out before her, which she and I both knew was part of the overall performance, the messy aftermath wherein she decadently and derisively displayed to her just-cuckolded husband the flowing fruits of the carnal pleasures she'd just shared with the skinny, tattooed, young gangsta lying next to her with that ebony snake lying dead on his thigh, no longer spitting it's potentially procreating venom into her vulnerable, unguarded womb.

Looking up, I saw her beckoning me with a curling forefinger and a crooked, mocking smile,

"Come on up here, mon mari cocu, an' give your wife a little kiss, d'accord?"

Knowing precisely what the little vixen wanted, I played the goof, pointing my own finger at myself, chuckling, "Moi (me)?"

Canting her head toward Victor, my depraved darling simpered, "You're a great fuck, baby, but you didn't eat mama's pussy or make her come yet, so..."

He cut her off her with, "I don' be doin' that shit!" to which she smiled unperturbedly, with,

"That's okay, sweetie—it's not a problem cause my husband does do it—an' he's gonna take care of it for you, so trust me, baby, ce n'est pas un problème (it's not a problem)."

Turning back to me as I wedged my shoulders under her thighs, she taunted me further with,

"In fact, he just loves to kiss mama's pussy right after some young goujon's just got off in there, n'est-ce pas (do you not), cher?"

When I slid my hands under her buttocks, I could feel the fancy bedspread was soaked with Blondie's love lubricants and Victor's seminal fluids and the air between her sticky thighs was redolent with the acrid ammoniac smell that always accompanied the aftermath of her illicit lovemaking. By this point in our hotwife/cuckold marriage I had performed cunnilingus on my freshly-fucked wife so many times that the astringent aroma had become an aphrodisiac for me.

Blondie moaned when my tongue touched the engorged roseate bud of her cloistered clitoris,

"Oh yeah, baby, kiss my pussy, kiss it, lick it, suck mama's petite machine à traire poilue (hairy little milking machine) kiss it, baby, kiss that gooey pussy, lick up all that jizz your little ol' Cajun girl just milked outta those big ol' black balls an' make me come, too, d'accord?"

Which I proceeded to do during the subsequent fifteen minutes, and to say that Victor enjoyed the show would be difficult to say judging from the small, inscrutable smile that was on his face the few times I glanced his way. But there was no question Blondie did, as evidenced by her constant exhortations both in French and English,

"Lèche-le bébé, suce-le, suce ma chatte (Lick it, baby, suck it, suck my pussy), chéri."

Needless to say, being otherwise disposed, I didn't translate and my focused dedication brought Blondie to a huge orgasm very shortly which did indeed delight our afternoon visitor, especially her plentiful sexy exhortations and salty expletives, many of them creative variations on the eff word, continuing through her rump-bucking, climactic throes until the last tremor subsided. As I finally backed away from her and headed to the bathroom to rinse all the mess from my face, I heard him chuckle,