Dying to Fuck Your Wife

Calvin winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the bed. He slipped his shorts down and scooted backward. Calvin grabbed her hips and pulled himself up so that he was kneeling behind her. She felt his hands caress up her ass cheeks. One hand left her ass. Claire jumped when his fat cock smacked down on her ass. It was swollen but limp. He smacked her again and again. By the fifth time, it was a steel-hard rod. "Condom?"

Claire grabbed the sleeve of five condoms and removed one. She reached behind her and handed it to Calvin. She heard it rip and saw him toss the empty pack on the floor. Claire braced herself as Calvin's cock fell on her ass crack and began slowly sliding down. He grabbed one hip as the head of his cock started pushing against her vagina. At first, her pussy lips resisted, pushing inwards before slowly stretching out around the fat plum-sized tip of his cock. She gasped as the glans slid inside her and she began to take the shaft. He pulled back, pushing in a little before pulling back again, letting her arousal coat his shaft to make it glide back and forth easier. She moaned, pushing back into his cock wanting him deeper. It was easier this time which relieved and alarmed her. Would her pussy shrink back to normal? Would Tom notice the difference? As Calvin's black cock both stretched her out more than her husband's thin penis could and as the cock probed deeper than Tom's little penis ever could, it was hard to think of sex with her husband. Claire gasped as Calvin's cock head pushed on her cervix again. It pushed through easier this time. "Fuck me," she whispered, pushing back and trembling as his cock made her cum. Giving this up wasn't going to be easy.

Calvin grabbed her hips pulling her back into his thrusting cock. He fucked her slow and steady. Each time he pushed ball's deep, the muscles in her pussy would tremble over his shaft and it felt so good, she half believed she was having constant little orgasms. His hand gave her ass cheek a slap that wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it still made her firm cheek quiver. "Fuck that black cock, gurl," he growled. His hand returned to her butt cheek, gripping it hard.

Claire obeyed, pushing back on her arms, fucking back into his cock. She moaned in pleasure. His hand gripped her ass cheek tighter and she felt something on her anus. "Calvin!" she started to protest. "CALVIN!" she screamed, cumming hard as his thumb pushed inside her rosebud. Her ass clenched tightly around his thumb as he worked it like a small cock and the trembling in her pussy turned into a quake that shook her entire body. The orgasm took everything out of her. Her arms collapsed and she fell to the bed, head down and ass up whimpering under the continued thrusts of his cock. The big one, she thought, imagining her black lover grinning as he said, "nope."

"So good," she sobbed into the pillow. "So good. Fuck me. So good. Cumming for you. Cumming. CUMMING!"

"Me too," he grunted, pushing balls deep, his cock rearing and bucking inside her womb.

Her pussy exploded around his cock before squeezing down around his shaft, muscles rippling inward to milk every drop of his seed from his balls. It was another energy-draining orgasm, that made her lower body collapse on the bed. Calvin followed her down, keeping his cock in her but his thumb pulled free of her anus. He held himself up over her, gasping to the point he was wheezing. His cock jerked a few more times and she felt the slight pain that came with having a sperm-filled rubber in her womb. He slowly started withdrawing his cock. "Condom," she gasped. "Make sure... still on."

He slowed his withdrawal, and she felt his fingers pinch the bottom of the rubber just outside her pussy. His cock pulled free of her pussy and Calvin rolled off her, collapsing beside her on the bed. She turned her head to thank him, staring in horror at the look on his face. "Oh god," he whimpered.

"Calvin?" she asked with concern. His face was covered in a cold clammy sweat. He looked sick, like he had the flu or was in extreme pain. "Are you okay?"

"Oh god," he said again, chest heaving as he gasped for air. "Hurts." He looked shocked by how much pain he was in.

"Jesus Calvin," she said, reaching out and wiping the sweat off his forehead. "We can't fuck like that if it hurts you that much."

He grinned. "You seemed to like it."

Claire blushed. "I loved it."

"It was worth it then." The pain slowly started fading a little.

Claire stared down his sexy torso at his cock. The condom was still attached, clinging to the tip just under the glans. His copious seed had filled it again, nearly pulling it off. Claire reached down and squeezed the end, pulling it off and tying it into another balloon. It might have been her imagination, but his legs looked even thinner and weaker. His plump spent cock was starting to look more like a third leg. "Maybe you should smoke another joint?" she said, still concerned. She dropped the rubber on the carpet beside the first one.

"Maybe I should," he agreed. He sat up and wiggled over to the edge of the bed.

Claire jumped up to help him up. The little black man nearly collapsed into her, leaning hard against her as she swung him over into the chair then lifted his feet and place his shorts on. She looked up at him and gave the head of his cock a kiss as he lifted himself and she pulled his shorts up for him.

Calvin fixed himself a joint and rolled himself out of the room. Claire didn't feel like dressing and stayed nude on the bed. She missed being covered in his semen but liked that it was less messy. Thinking about his sperm, made her curious and she leaned over the bed picking the two sperm-filled condoms off the floor. She hefted the fluid rubbers in both palms, feeling their weight and eyeing the volume of his seed. As far as she could tell, there was no lessening of the volume of his seed and it even appeared the most recent rubber was a little bigger. "Amazing," she muttered, continuing to heft them. The smell of marijuana filled her nose from outside.

If their neighbor smelled it, he kept quiet this time.

**********

Claire did take a quick shower. Her body was nude and covered in droplets when Calvin came back in and caught her beside the door, bent over and turning the air conditioning down. The cool air blowing on her nipples had them distended and covered in goosebumps. He reached over and tweaked the closest one. The pinch sent a tremor of pleasure straight to her pussy that had her desiring him again. He wheeled past her and rolled into the bathroom.

Calvin came out after brushing his teeth and swung himself over to the bed. "Feel better?" she asked, as he slipped under the sheets. Claire was already in bed, looking at her phone.

"Yeah, a lot better," he replied, a stoned smile on his face.

"Good," she said, turning on her side towards Calvin. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, running her hand down the muscles on his chest. Her hand slid down to his plump cock and squeezed it. "If I'd known about this, I would have gone out with you after graduation." She felt blood pumping into his cock as it expanded slightly. She squeezed it again.

"Tell you a secret?" asked Calvin. Claire nodded. He grinned back. "Remember when we made out in the closet after graduation?"

Claire blushed a little. "Yeah, sure."

"I paid Liz twenty bucks to do it."

"Why would you do that?"

"Come on, Claire. I had a crush on you. Plus, I had this stupid idea in my head that all I had to do was show you my cock and you'd agree to go out with me."

"Ridiculous," she responded, fully aware that she'd jerked him off minutes after seeing his cock for the first time. "Besides, I thought you liked Liz."

"I asked her out a few times. She was the second-best looking girl in high school."

"Who's the first?" she purred, rubbing his chest.

"Brenda Martin," he said, with an exaggerated sigh. Claire's hand returned to his cock and squeezed it tightly. "I'm kidding. You. It was you."

"Can I tell you a secret?" She asked, running her hand along his spent shaft.

"Do tell," he said.

"I've never told anyone this even Tom. I did go a little further with someone in the closet once."

"Oh yeah. Who?"

"Liz."

"WHAT!"

Claire giggled as his cock swelled and started firming up. "You like that, huh? Well, we were playing games and the couples were uneven so Liz and I agreed to pair up. Someone dared Liz and me to go in the closet for seven minutes. I didn't think we'd actually do anything, but as soon as it was dark, Liz was shoving her tongue into my mouth. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her tit. Before I knew it, her hands were sliding up under my top and under my bra. We started kissing more passionately. Her hand undid the buttons on my jean shorts and she slid her hand under my panty over my pubes and just as her fingers were about to find out how wet I was, someone outside yelled, "time" and it was over."

"Wow! That's hot," he growled.

"Wow, is right," she replied, stroking his fully grown erection.

"And nothing else happened?" he slid his hand over to the condom sleeve and pulled one off.

"No. Liz asked me to sleep over that night which wasn't unusual, but I'm pretty sure she wanted to go further. I didn't want to lose my virginity to a woman and told her I had to get up early. I had thought that sending you into the closet with me was her revenge for turning her down."

"Oh, she loved the idea and probably would have done it for free. She couldn't stand me and laughed in my face when I asked her out."

"She would have slept with me before you. She's a bit of a racist."

"More than a bit, I think," said Calvin as he climbed on top of her.

Claire spread her legs, his hard cock immediately probing at her pussy. She tensed and gasped as he entered her. Calvin slowly lowered himself over her and began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper. Claire wrapped her legs around his waist trying to hold him inside her. They enjoyed a slow leisurely fuck that had her cumming another half a dozen times before they both came together, with her crying softly as their lips pressed together. Having Calvin's cock fully inside her was the best feeling in the world.

Claire leaned up and placed two fingers on his shaft as he withdrew it. When she felt the end of the condom, she pinched the ends and pulled it off him as it exited. She tied off the end and added a third balloon to the two sitting on the carpet. Neither left the bed, Claire turned away and Calvin spooned into her with one strong arm wrapped around her body, cupping her tit. Claire felt possessed and protected like that and immediately fell asleep.

They used the fourth condom the next morning. Calvin woke up on his back with Claire deep throating his hard cock. She sucked him a good ten minutes before ripping the condom open and rolling it down over the head. Soon, she was lowering herself over his shaft and riding his cock while he sucked her hard nipples. She came again and again, crying out, "I love your big black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me, Calvin." He thrust his cock up, filling the condom again while Claire gasped and moaned, cumming all over his throbbing shaft.

"Two to go," he said, watching her tie off the end of the fourth condom a few minutes later.

Claire grabbed a wastebasket and collected the four condom balloons. "Don't want housekeeping to find these," she explained. "I'll drop the bag off in a trash can somewhere."

They showered, dressed, and drove the short distance to the zoo. It was a lovely perfect day and Calvin seemed to enjoy himself, getting away for a change. He sighed, watching the monkeys playing. Before she could ask what was wrong, he explained. "Clarence used to love the zoo. Anything to do with nature, animals, or being outdoors and he was happy." Calvin frowned, looking sad that he couldn't spend his final days with his brother. Claire patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"So," he said as she wheeled him towards a zebra enclosure. "White with black stripes or black with white stripes?"

An obviously male zebra had his penis extended and engorged. It was massive, bigger than Calvin's and blacker too. "Black with white stripes," she answered, watching as it approached a female. Calvin laughed. "Definitely black." It rose up mounting the female and they both watched fascinated.

They returned to their room, it was clean and the bed made. "Hmm," said Claire. "A little early for dinner." She bent down behind his chair and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Any idea how we might kill some time?"

They fucked on the room's desk chair. It was big enough that Calvin could slide his hips down on the seat and she could straddle him with her knees on either side. He squeezed her ass cheeks helping by lifting her up and down his shaft while she came all over his cock, arms wrapped around his neck, kissing her black lover with more passion then she'd ever shown her husband. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by his lips when he filled the fifth condom up. She was weak and sat impaled on his dick while she regained her strength. It still hurt, but her womb was getting used to it. He grabbed the base of the condom as she slowly dismounted. Like all the other times, the act of filling it up had nearly pulled the black rubber off his shaft and left it dangling from just the head.

They both showered and dressed for dinner. As Claire turned Calvin's wheelchair towards the door, her eyes fell on the remaining condom packet sitting on a pillow awaiting their return.

One to go.

**********

They picked a restaurant within walking distance. Both were starving from the strenuous workouts and had only eaten a light lunch at the zoo's cafeteria. They enjoyed a leisurely dinner. Calvin ordered a bottle of wine which Claire found particularly delicious and she found herself growing tipsy as dinner progressed. "To Claire Casey," he toasted, holding his glass up. "Thanks for this wonderful weekend."

She clinked his glass. "Thompson," she corrected. "And you're welcome. It has been quite... pleasurable."

"Speaking of Tommy," he asked, refilling her glass. "Any regrets?"

"To be honest," she answered, pausing to think. "No. Any guilt I had appears to have disappeared..." She leaned closer to him, whispering, "the moment you buried the Big C in me. Haven't even thought about him until you used my maiden name just now."

He smirked at her words, clearly pleased. "Well, one to go."

"One to go," she agreed. "Shall we go then?" Claire drained her wine, feeling pleasantly drunk and horny.

"Let's roll," said Calvin, backing his wheelchair away from the table.

Claire came around and grabbed the bars, pushing him outside. They were at an intersection, their motel further down the street. Across the street was a drug store. There'd be more condoms there. Her head turned to stare at the store as she pushed Calvin down the sidewalk. "Care if I smoke a joint first?" he asked as she pushed him up to the door.

"Of course not," she replied, unlocking the door. Claire frowned, pushing the door open. "You're not thinking about fucking me doggy style again?"

"I'd love to, but no, it's just to numb the daily pain."

"Good, because that hurt you too much." Claire felt her pussy moistening as she pictured him fucking her from behind. If he'd insisted, she wouldn't have turned him down, despite knowing how much it pained him.

Calvin pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it. Claire came outside a few minutes later wearing her bikini. She'd worn it as underwear, hoping to take a swim in the hotel pool, but it closed at 7:00 pm and dinner had taken too long. "Want a hit?" he asked.

Claire stared at it, shrugged, and reached out for the joint. She inhaled and held it, slowly exhaling when she handed it back. "Been awhile," she said, coughing. "Whew," she sighed, shaking her head. He handed it back and she took a second hit but turned down a third. "Wow, I'm feeling it."

"I swear this medicinal shit is better than anything bought on the street." He inhaled, finishing it off. "Works great though. For a short time, my bones won't hurt, well not as bad."

Claire purred and kneeled on the sidewalk. She ran her hands from his knees up to his thighs. "Well, there's only one bone I care about right now," she licked her lips. "I could pull out and suck your big cock right here," she said, running one hand over his growing bulge.

"Hmm, I think I like stoned Claire." He looked down the row of hotel doors, seemingly considering it. "Better head inside."

Claire pouted, sticking out her lower lip. She knew better than to push herself up off his knees. She placed her hands on the sidewalk and pushed herself up. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his head, kissing her on the bellybutton, lowering his head to kiss her panty over the pubic mound. "Mmm, I could fuck you right here too," she moaned.

"Inside woman," he ordered, spanking her as she scrambled around to grab the handlebars.

"CALVIN!" Claire squealed, stopping to grab her bikini bottom as it fell to the sidewalk. She bent to grab it, Calvin reaching over to pull the tie around her neck as she grabbed her panty. "CALVIN!" she squealed again, laughing as her bikini cups fell off her breasts while clutching the panty to her crotch. She looked down the row of doors, but there was no one around. Calvin wheeled into the room towards the bed. Claire scrambled into the room, tossing her bikini down on the floor, closing the door naked.

"How do you want our last time to be?" he asked, swinging himself over to the bed. Despite the marijuana, he still winced slightly from the brief pressure on his bones.

"You decide, so long as it lasts a long time."

Calvin nodded. "You on top then. I want to look at you fucking me." He laid down, his semi-hard cock laying over his thigh.

Claire climbed onto the other side of the bed. She leaned down, licking up his shaft. It immediately swelled hardening, lifting off his thigh as it rose. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking. Calvin groaned and grabbed her thigh, pulling her towards him. Claire complied, turning and straddling his face while continuing to suck his cock, pausing only to gasp as his tongue pushed into her pussy. She moaned, sucking his cock faster and deeper. "Mmmph!" she choked out, as his tongue brought her off. She paused, kissing his cock head, and reached over for the last condom packet. She tore it open while pushing her pussy back into Calvin's tongue. She freed the condom and rolled it down over the head, laughing at the puny size of the receptacle for catching his seed. Wanting him inside her for the last time, she swung her leg over his head and scrambled to turn around. She straddled him again and slid her pussy up along his shaft, pushing down when she got to the tip.

She whimpered, staring him in the eyes as she pushed back into his shaft for the last time. Again, her brain wandered to the drug store at the corner undoubtedly with more boxes of condoms in stock. She pushed back and slid up, back and up, still staring at her black lover as she took more and more of his cock inside her. She sank back onto the root and stopped, trembling as she came, her pussy squeezing his shaft. "I love your cock so much, Calvin," she purred, enjoying the waves of sexual satisfaction coursing through her body from her crotch.

"You're so beautiful," he said, reaching out and laying his hand on her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his palm. "Your pussy is so hot."

"Sex can't get any better than this," she purred, grinding down into it.

"Yes, it can," he told her.

"Mmm," she moaned. "I'm intrigued."

"Pull up."

Claire slid up, feeling his cock slowly leaving her pussy. "No," she argued, sinking back down, her eyes turning up in her head as she took it in its entirety.