Caught Ch. 09

I loved Antwan more and more every day. Though I loved them both, at this moment I think I loved him more than Jim.

With my free hand, I reached out to Antwan's hand, which moved in sync with mine, our hands met and our fingers laced together.

Antwan was my man, so I licked him as such, showing no restraint in my attempts to please him. I let him grab my hair and head and he face fucked me. I let him push my head down, trying to squeeze as much of his cock in my mouth as I could until I gagged and had to pull out. It was all so very dirty and nasty and perverted and I loved it.

"You like it nasty, daddy?" I asked, running my tongue over his balls and up his cock.

"Yes, I do, dirty girl."

"I can't wait for you to be inside of me." I said, pressing his cock against the side of my face. "I've been waiting for this all night, and I don't think I can wait any longer."

I stood, hungry for Antwan, the feeling of longing between my legs could no longer be restrained. I placed one knee beside his body and my right foot on the bed, keeping my ass above his cock. Antwan held my hips with one hand and with the other aimed his manhood at my entrance like a battering ram about to lay siege on my pussy.

From the corner of my eye, my husband Jim stepped in for a closer look, eagerly recording me cuckolding him.

"Beautiful," Jim said, he said in a low growl.

"Thank you for letting me go, sweetie." I winked at Jim and blew him a kiss over my raised shoulder.

Antwan lowered my hips onto his body and his cock pressed into the folds of my pussy.

Pressure and stretching grew in my pussy. I threw my head as the sensation grew. I felt warmth and fullness inside me, driving out all my tension, worry, and emptiness, leaving me with a deep fullness and growing pleasure that pushed far into my pussy.

"Oh, yes. I feel you so deep in me." I muttered, trying my best to keep my voice down.

Firmly holding my waist, Antwan pulled me fully down, pressing me hard against his groin, pushing his big black cock up into my stretched white pussy that had waited to agonizingly long for it.

"AhhhhhhAhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, looking back at my husband. "Oh, sweetie. Oh, Jim. Your wifey is being blacked fucked now. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to enjoy it," Jim replied.

"So am I, sweetie." I shook my head, and massaged my breasts as tingles floated up all over my body. "I love cuckolding you. I adore cuckolding you."

"Yes, Anna." He said, jerking himself. "I love when you do it."

My round but firm ass jiggled as Antwan fucked me. I bounced and grinded on his black cock continuously, reveling in the overwhelming feeling of completeness I felt. I had no doubt, not a single misgiving, that this interracial union was the right thing to do. How could anything be more natural and right than this? I had one hand on my breasts, rubbing it, and the other I placed it on one of Antwan's hands. I clutched his hand, seeking a love connection. Antwan responded by looking up at me. Our eyes met and we both smiled at the same time. We moved as one, a black man and white woman bonding physically through an act of interracial sex, which was further intensified by the knowledge I was cuckolding my husband, who stood by as an active supporter of our love. I felt completely beautiful and feminine and whole and right.

When we had talked earlier, Jim had held my hand and told me he saw our play tonight as symbolic of Antwan's blackness entering into the whiteness of our marriage and transforming it into something stronger, black into white marriage, like a vanilla ice cream cone swirled with chocolate. This was our feeling, special to us, black and white together, Antwan and me together. If that was the way things were flowing, why fight it? I embrace it.

"Yes. Oh, yes! I love this," I whimpered and then my eyes rolled up.

My first orgasm of the night was a feeling of trapped electric tingles that flowed through my body, jolting me with intense pleasure over every inch of me.

"YES, yes, YEeeeSSSs! Fuck me and don't stop! Please. I'm begging you don't stop!"

I pleaded those words as my body shook from my pleasure.

"Fuck!" Jim grunted from nearby. "This is so good! Fuck!"

My husband Jim stepped up, jerking furiously, and spewed a stream of cum out of his dick. He was cumming, ejaculating to completion after watching his wife give herself completely to a black man. Sexually, he was utterly spent. His pleasure was now solely derived from watching another man, a black man, pleasure his white wife. I looked at him with fondness, panting and recovering from my own orgasm and smiling from the enjoyment of it all.

Sitting on Antwan's cock, I gazed with a huge satisfied smile down at my beautiful black lover, grabbed his face and kissed him.

"Thank you, baby!" I told Antwan. "You are undefeated when it comes to sex."

"Yah, shut yo ass up and get ready for more."

"Yes, daddy. Give it to me," I said.

Antwan and I shuffled places in the bed in sync, with practiced expertise, having become very familiar in our lovemaking. Without words, he scooted back, leaving space for me to join him on bed so I climbed on, then he got up on his knees, in turn I laid down and slid myself beneath him, and he finished our bedtime gymnastics by spreading his beautiful black body across my soft white one. My legs wrapped around him, his arms surrounded me, we looked into each other's eyes, both smiling, full of happiness, and like a husband and wife in love, we kissed.

Kissing Antwan, my body melted with contentment. I felt my heart racing, my heartbeat crying out, I love Antwan, I love him, I love him. As our mouths joined, and our tongues played, every part of my body said this is where I belonged, kissing my black lover. Our play and fantasy was only a formality because in truth, I already belonged to Antwan, and nothing could change that.

I felt exhilarated underneath him, I loved the feeling of being covered by his broad black chest and his long muscular body. My white legs were spread apart by the trunk of his body. He was like a weighted hot black blanket completely covering me, leaving me with the sensation of being protected, loved, and secure.

I pushed some of my light brown hair out of my face and behind my ear. "You were amazing. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

"So am I," he said.

"I mean it."

Something in the way I said it held his attention, he stopped to look at my face more closely, running his hand down the side of my cheek.

I said: "Ever since we have been together my life has been a roller coaster, but one that doesn't go down, I move from high to high."

"It ain't been too crazy for y'all?"

"If it is crazy, it is crazy in love. Antwan you are the best ride of my life and I never want to get off."

"I don't either. I want you always."

"You make me feel things I never felt before. You're the partner I need."

"It's been my pleasure."

"I want to keep trying new things and I want to keep you forever. Thank you for being my love."

We kissed again. It felt right. My heart was beating fast. I could feel his heart beating too. His body smashed into mine as our lips wrestled with each other. He was very sweet to me, besides kissing my lips, he nibbled on my neck, planted pecks on my cheeks. I smiled, feeling loved, all the time basking in his attention. I hugged him tight to me, my white arms across his broad black back, my light hands gripping his dark skin. I closed my eyes in pleasure, savoring his gorgeous black body on me. As you can see I'm really committed to interracial relations, black on white is the best! Go interracial!

"Y'all ready for more?"

With a smile on my face, hugging him with one hand, I made a fist with the other and held it up. "I am ready to ride the interracial bus all night! Let's go, daddy!"

"Whoo, hooo! You get it, girl!" My husband Jim cheered from the side.

"Yeah! I'm getting it!" I chimed in, feeling pumped and eager.

Antwan and I were now in the missionary position section of our itinerary. He shifted his body on top of me, positioned his black cock against my entrance and rolled his hips forward, pressing inside of me, slowly at first, with care and tenderness. I whimpered at the feeling of his cock penetrating my vagina.

"Oh, welcome back, daddy. I feel so good and full again" I said, grunting under the beautiful strain and stretching.

He pumped his hips, pushing into me again, hitting all my sensitive spots with his plentiful cock. He knew me so well now!

I gasped. "Oh, gawd. This is so good."

I licked my hand and reached down to lubricate my pussy. I shouldn't have bothered, but I wanted to touch his cock and feel it sliding into me. The elegant french tips on my white fingers looked arousing against the black skin of his cock.

Aroused by my touch, he pinned me down and gave me a sound smashing. I couldn't do much but gasp, pant for breath, and let him pleasure me.

In my own mind, I felt that every white woman should feel a black man on top of them, completely pounding their pussies with their thick cocks, because if they didn't, they were missing out. I couldn't get enough of this. I enjoyed the magic trick Antwan performed by making his big black cock disappear again and again into me. I was floating in ecstasy, feeling completely liberated, yet at the same time I was totally under Antwan's interracial spell.

Antwan got right on the edge of being too rough, pinning me down, grabbing my hair, smashing my pussy mercilessly. Yet, he always knew when to ease up, when to release, so that I never felt trapped or used. I was his dance partner, and our dance was aggressive and fast, but it was also wonderful to watch and extremely satisfying. Sex was our dance, we used advanced moves, and the result was orgasmic.

"Daddy! I'm coming!" I said, covering my mouth, trying to stifle my cries of pleasure.

I kept my mouth covered, not wanting my mother to hear, My body shook as my orgasm washed over me. I writhed under him, held tightly to the bed sheets, and rolled my head from side to side.

The pleasure came in waves and each time it came I let out a little yelp. Antwan was kissing me, and grunting, which was a sound I loved and one that gave me goosebumps. Antwan's grunting came from deep inside him, and it came out like from an engine, from a place of power. It took a lot to make Antwan grunt, so when I heard it I knew he was taking great pleasure from me. Knowing I was giving him that feeling filled me with a sense of accomplishment. I smiled and held my black lover close to me, resting his head on my white breasts.

Right as I heard Antwan gasp, a rare sound (achievement unlocked!), the lights changed again, above me I saw stars as if it were a night sky. The music in my ears changed to an ethereal electronic dance music with a steady slow beat. It matched my mood perfectly. It was Jim! Seeing we were at our peak he changed it. How closely had he been watching, seeing our every move, understanding the motion and combinations of our bodies together better than we knew ourselves. I felt a growing bond with Jim that moment. I love how he loved my love for Antwan.

I held Antwan tightly, looking over his broad black back, gazing up at the stars above me, mirroring the heavenly delight my body was feeling as I forged a carnal conjunction with my black lover. It felt almost like the night was making love to me. My cumming reached a celestial level.

Antwan was cumming inside of me. I felt the twitch of his cock, my pussy instinctively tightened, as if wanting to trap his seed inside me. I felt the heat of his sperm shooting out his black cock filling my white pussy. Our goal of insemination had been reached. I only felt a little sad that I was still on birth control. We had agreed to wait awhile before trying for a pregnancy. It wouldn't be too much longer though. Before the end of the year I felt sure I would be carrying Antwan's baby. In a few years, my mother would be finding new places to place photographs of the new black additions to our family.

As my orgasm passed all I could do was muffle my moans and cry tears of joy with whimpers of relief, and twitch on the bed with a big dumb smile on my face when Antwan pulled out.

"That was fucking, fucking great!" Jim said, he was actually clapping in appreciation.

Smiling, I nodded my head, like a mock bow. "Thank you. Thank you."

Thus ended our all-night, cuckolding, interracial, black man-into-white wife sex and insemination party.

The first part anyway.

After some water, a little stretching, a quick bathroom run, Antwan and I got back in the bed and got busy again.

He started missionary again, because I told Antwan I felt like he missed a spot in my pussy and he needed to go back in and look for it, you know, with his big black cock.

We almost got caught because we heard my mom in the hall and we had to freeze mid-coitus. She didn't seem to have left so we started doing it really, really slowly.

It turned out to be amazing, like a slow motion fuck where every inch of Antwan's cock was going in me agonizingly steady. Jim had to put my panties in my mouth to keep me from crying out, which I actually appreciated. It was both practical and kinky,

I hate to admit I kinda liked it.

I also got on all fours and had Antwan do me like that, which was super fun. I love black cock from behind. I have a silly habit of looking back and saying: "Whoa! There's a black man fucking me!"

I did it a few times until Antwan slapped my ass pretty hard and ordered me to shut up. I had it coming so I didn't complain. Again, I kinda liked it.

Because I was horny as hell by this point, I dragged Jim into the action. I grabbed his penis and pulled him into my mouth. At first, Jim seemed reluctant, since all he wanted to do these days was watch, but I refused to let go.

While Antwan fucked me from behind, Jim fucked my mouth from the front. I enjoyed the teamwork aspect of it, but I got a little annoyed when Antwan and Jim started high fiving and doing handshakes while doing me.

"No games. We need to focus, people," I said, pulling Jim's dick out while I talked and sticking it back in when I finished.

Here I was trying to have an orgasm and they are talking about handshakes!

Antwan made up for it by pressing me on the bed face down and prone boning me until I forgot everything.

Jim recorded a closeup of my face while I was orgasming from Antwan humping me. I was whimpering and crying and begging for more. It must have been pretty hot, I need to remember to ask for a copy when we returned home.

At the end, I happily kneeled my cute white body between them, smiling like the innocent young woman I am, my face like an angel, waiting patiently until they covered me with cumshots before rubbing their dicks in my face. What can I say? I love my guys.

Thus ended the second half of our all-night, cuckolding, interracial, black man-into-white wife sex and insemination party.

It was a roaring success in my book.

Except when my mom knocked on the door and asked if I needed anything.

I was in the middle of wiping cum off my face and struggled to say something.

"No, mom! I don't need anything. Thank you. I got everything I need here." I widened my eyes, thinking to myself that was a stupid thing to say. "I'm really tired so I'm going to sleep now. Good night!"

"Good night, dear." I heard my mom's steps away. "Oh, and good night boys."

"Good night, Anna's mom," Both Antwan and Jim said that without thinking, almost in unison.

When they realized what they had done, they looked at me in guilty horror.

I froze, awaiting the worst, but nothing happened.

I put my head down. Who knows what my Mother heard? I shrugged, being too tired to worry about it.

I showered. As the water washed over me, I reflected on the meaning of what happened tonight. Many things were said and done, how much of it was fantasy and how much was real, the line between them was blurred. I decided to worry about it some other time. Tonight felt like a success and I wanted to keep it that way.

I repeated my nightly face and beauty cream routine and then padded my way back to bed, half asleep already.

I had to choose a bed to sleep in, picking either Jim or Antwan. I chanted eeny, meeny, miny, moe to myself to help me choose which bed to get in. Jim was the random choice but after a second thought I settled in next to my dear Antwan. Jim was busy in the other bed anyway, amusing himself by reviewing the video footage he took.

I snuggled next to Antwan, resting my face on his chest, slowly running my hands over his pectoral muscles. I looked forward to tomorrow when we returned to our home sweet home, our home sweet interracial cuckold sex home. I drifted off to sleep glad this day was over and that I had survived without any major consequences (I didn't realize until much later how wrong I was).

Outside my bedroom, my mother stood by the door, she was shaking with confusion. She had been standing here nearly the whole time we had fooled around, having spied my guys sneaking in. In her hand she held her phone. She carefully pressed stop recording. For some reason she couldn't understand, she had made an audio recording of the whole sordid session.

She returned quietly to her room, put on her own wireless headphones, and while slowly rubbing herself, she began to listen.