Dying to Fuck Your Wife

"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 if 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.

*********

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."