Dying to Fuck Your Wife

"Hmm, maybe, but two weeks?"

"It'll be hard on me to, honey, and keep in mind that means no playing with it either."

"I don't play with it anymore."

Claire snorted and closed her eyes.

**********

"CALVIN! Don't hurt yourself." Claire stared at him concerned. His teeth were gritted and sweat poured off his forehead.

"250," said the uni-browed trainer.

"No," said Calvin, shaking his head in denial. "I can do better."

"Sorry, bro," grunted the trainer. He looked over at Claire. "You wanna give it a try?" His eyes swept down her body, well displayed in the two-piece workout outfit.

"No, thanks," she said, helping Calvin sit up on the bench.

"It can't be that bad," he said, staring off into space.

"It can't be that bad, he said again, staring out the windshield as she drove him home. He'd stayed mostly silent since leaving the gym.

Calvin got worse news when he got home. There was a message from the doctor waiting for him. His recent blood work showed he was suffering from Anemia and the office had called in a new prescription for him. "Great," said Calvin, sarcastically. He laughed, then sobbed, holding his hand over his face for a minute until getting his emotions under control.

"I'm sorry, Calvin," she said.

He sighed. "I need a shower." He turned his wheelchair towards the bathroom.

"Do you want me in there?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" He'd been having some dizziness standing and she worried he might fall.

"I can make it to the bench just fine," he replied, wheeling away. "Maybe another leg massage when I'm done?"

"Of course."

"My joints hurt and they're swollen."

"I'll wait in your bedroom."

Claire didn't give stripping down to her bikini panty a second thought. She was laying on his bed mostly naked when he wheeled into his room. He paused at the door, enjoying the sight before wheeling up to his bed. Claire sat up and helped him up. The towel he had around his waist fell to the floor leaving him naked, his cock swinging freely. Calvin sat down and laid on his back.

Claire kneeled between his legs. His knees were swollen, a symptom of anemia. She started with one leg, lifting it and rubbing the bottoms of his calves, moving up to the knee. He laid stoically, staring up at the ceiling and not at her. His eyes grew heavy as she massaged the soreness away telling her she was doing a good job. She sat his leg down and started on the next. As she worked her way up off the knee, his cock was lying across his thigh, she sat his leg down and lifted his cock up so that she could rub up his thigh. The hand holding his cock began tugging on it, kneading and sliding along the shaft as it began swelling. It hardened quickly and she didn't release it. She moved her second hand up to the shaft.

"Stop Claire."

She froze. "What? Why?" She didn't release it.

"You didn't ask." He continued refusing to look at her, staring at the ceiling.

Claire sighed and smiled. "May I jerk your cock off, Calvin?"

"No."

"What?" she asked, totally shocked.

"I'm not in the mood for just another hand job."

She looked down at the rock-hard black cock in her hand. It didn't agree with him. "I understand," she said, bending down and pulling his shaft toward her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the tip as her mouth opened wide, taking the head inside her. She moaned with lust for it as she slurped on his cock head. This was certainly a lot more challenging then sucking Tom's penis. Claire bobbed her head, lips sliding over the crown and kissing down his shaft.

"Stop Claire," said Calvin even as his hips were bucking up trying to push his cock deeper down her throat.

Claire pulled her head up, staring up his hard chest at him. He was looking down at her now. She met his eyes, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before removing her mouth. "Am I that bad?"

"No, you're doing great," he said, filling her with relief. "But you didn't ask."

"Oh! Sorry. May I suck your cock, Calvin?" She stared at him seductively, licking her lips.

"What kind of cock is it?"

"May I suck your big black cock, Calvin?" He nodded, finally smiling. She continued staring him in the eyes as she kissed his cock head a second time and embraced the head with her mouth. She let her tongue twirl around the glans. Calvin moaned. Claire began bobbing her head over his cock, eyes going from staring up at Calvin, to staring down the length of fat black shaft projecting out of her mouth. It was a long way to his pubes.

The tip of his cock pushed past her uvula then almost exited her mouth then it was beyond her uvula. With each successive bob of her head, the end of his cock went deeper down her throat. She was long past the point Tom's penis could have reached plus Calvin stretched her throat out a lot more than Tom's slim penis. Still, the extra size wasn't going to deter her from doing this cock justice. Saliva was pouring down his shaft. She pulled up adding her hands to his shaft, rubbing her spit down his shaft. She jerked him off while licking around the crown, took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head over half his shaft while jerking off the remainder. Strangely, she found she was enjoying herself. He was certainly enjoying it. The only bright spot on a shitty day. Calvin's hips were rotating pushing his cock up slightly, but not enough to cause her discomfort. He groaned. She looked up; his eyes were rolled up in his head. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly. His cock expanded to the point she feared it might wedge in her throat, but still, it slid easily in and out of her throat. He bucked, thrusting his cock deeper than it had gone and she felt it shudder. His first wad shot down her esophagus and into her stomach. Claire pulled back up, jerking his shaft off, his second wad slid down her throat. The head exited into her mouth which quickly filled with semen to the point her cheeks bulged out. She gulped his thick semen down, relishing the taste of a real man's seed, hot, thick, and delicious.

He came faster than she could swallow, the excess semen dribbling down her chin. Her mouth filled quickly, cheeks bulging out, another wad coming on top of that just as she was swallowing. It was too quick and Claire was forced to remove his cock head from her mouth, the final wads of semen striking her chest and tits.

Claire sat up, licking her lips looking down Calvin's sexy torso at the black man. He looked smug and satisfied, watching her absentmindedly rubbing his semen into her hard nipples. "You were right," she said, breathing heavily. "It is better straight from the source." Claire moved to get off the bed and get cleaned up.

"Where are you going?"

"To clean up."

"You didn't thank me."

"I didn't..." Claire paused, surprised. She'd just sucked his cock off. He should be thanking her. Yet, sucking such a cock had been her privilege, and swallowing his seed was an honor. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin."

"You're welcome."

She nodded, smiling almost shyly at him. "I... I liked it. I'll do it again if you let me."

"You can give me another one before you leave today. Right now, I need you to go get a prescription for me."

"Of course," she said, getting off the bed.

Calvin glanced over at her. "Oh, and Claire, I expect you to be able to deep throat it by the end of the week."

Claire gulped, her eyes flickering down to his swollen but floppy cock laying across his thigh. "I'll try my best." She paused, still staring at it. Swallowing that thing whole looked like an impossible challenge, but Claire was an overachiever. She'd worked hard to be a straight-A student. She'd put everything into her business and been devastated when it failed. She wouldn't fail at this. If it made Calvin happy, she'd deep throat that big black cock. "No, I meant I will deep throat it for you."

"Good," he replied as she gathered her clothes and left the room.

Claire ran some errands for him and picked up his new prescription. She couldn't stop thinking about his cock the whole time. Here she was a married woman and she'd just given a blow job to her husband's biggest rival and a black man at that. What she found strange was that she didn't feel the least bit guilty doing it. Sucking Calvin's black cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. His cock was a challenge, but the reward of gulping down his thick seed made it worth it. How could she swallow the thing in its entirety? Try to relax your throat, girl. Breathe through your nose. Take a deep breath when you go down on it. Had Mrs. Barnes been able to deep throat it? There was also a certain trait that few people had that Claire possessed that just might make it easier on her. She went through a drive-thru and picked up lunch. As she returned to Calvin's her confidence was growing.

"Now that's how I like my lunch served to me," said Calvin, wheeling himself out of his bedroom.

"What?" she asked, confused as she handed him a tray with his lunch on it. She glanced down and blushed. She stripped down to her panty again without a second thought.

"Eager to get your mouth back on my cock?"

"I do love a challenge."

They ate, talking about high school, and some of the stupid things their friends had done. They talked about some of the games they both remembered and Calvin commented on how he played harder knowing Claire was in the squad cheering him on. "You looked hot in that uniform."

"Thanks," she replied, blushing. She looked down at the coiled-up cock making his sweat pants bulge out. Calvin hadn't put a shirt on. She admired his physique while they ate. If she got on all fours and pulled his cock down...?

The rest of the afternoon, Claire served as Calvin's nearly nude maid. She vacuumed, tidied up, and did his laundry. Her black employer wheeled himself up to the TV and played video games, occasionally staring at her when she worked near him. Near the end of her day, her body distracted him and he died in the game, shutting his console down. "May I suck your cock again before I make you dinner?" she asked.

"Sounds like a great idea," he answered. "Bedroom?"

"No," she replied. "Right here." Claire kneeled before the chair. Calvin used his arms to lift himself off the seat so that she could pull his sweats down. Her mouth watered when his cock appeared, already swelling up in anticipation. Calvin scooted forward so that his balls hung over the seat. She flipped the footrests up and pushed them away. Calvin spread his legs and she kneeled between them.

Claire started slow. She bent his cock down, kissed the tip, and began to lick around the crown. She moved her tongue down the shaft, even planting a kiss on his scrotum before licking her way back up to the head. She relaxed her jaw and took the head in her mouth, starting with slow bobs, breathing through her nose, and relaxing her throat. Soon, she was sucking on half and then a little more, further then she'd gone the first time. Claire withdrew, slowly stroking his shaft while she walked back on her knees. She stared up at him and he watched her back as she bent his cock as far down as it would go. She held it in place with her mouth as she got on all fours. His cock was perfectly lined up with her mouth and throat.

Claire rocked on her knees and arms, sucking forwards, letting his cock probe deep down her throat. It was easier than she thought. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft, watching her nose slowly approaching his pubes. She had to withdraw once, licking around his cock head while catching her breath before proceeding again. This time his pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose. She pulled back, raised her head, and pushed forward. Her lips pressed into his pubic mound. She rocked back and forwards, kissing his pubes again and again. Half his cock stayed down her throat and the bottom half was getting sucked. His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair. The grip tightened and his hips lifted.

Claire felt his cock jerk and suddenly her belly was full. She rocked back, slowly sitting up as his cock pumped load after load down her throat. The head exited her throat, her mouth rapidly filled with his delicious seed. She gulped it down, making room for more, some spilling down her chin. In the end, she found herself jerking his shaft off with her tongue out to catch the last few spurts. She snorted, giggling. Calvin raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "I'm so glad I took this job," she said happily, licking around his cock head again. It was as swollen as it got, the tip a smooth black surface except for the long pee slit.

"I'm glad too," he sighed wistfully.

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin." She was still stroking it, reluctant to let it go.

"No, thank you. That was the best blow job I ever had. You took it all and you didn't choke!"

Claire smiled and sat up. She absentmindedly ran his shaft over her breasts, letting the head rub her aching nipples. "I don't have a gag reflex. I can snorkel, hold dental x-rays in my mouth, nothing makes me gag."

"You're the perfect woman, Claire," he said, deeply satisfied, watching his cock slowly wilt as she rubbed it over her breasts. "I swear your body was built to handle black cock."

"Thank you," she said, accepting it as a compliment.

**********

"You feeling okay, dear?" asked Tom between shoveling pieces of pork chop into his mouth.

"I feel great," she said, absentmindedly, staring at her plate. "Why?"

"Well, you haven't touched your plate and your cheeks look puffy."

"Oh!" She sucked her cheeks in for a moment. "Allergies maybe and I had a large lunch."

"May I?" He pointed at her plate, grinning as she pushed it over to him.

Later, in bed, Tom reached over and felt her ass. He whimpered finding she was still wearing her panty. "My period's almost over," she said, yawning. "And besides, we're building your swimmers up for next week."

"Yes, dear," he lied. Tom had jerked off that morning in the shower.

**********

Claire arrived at Calvin's early Tuesday. He rolled out of his bedroom, nose in the air to the smell of frying bacon. "You're out of uniform, missy," he grunted rolling up to the table.

Claire had fought an impulse to strip the moment she'd walked in the door. She'd never agreed to work in her bikini or topless, but was finding she ended up that way most days. "This outfit's just fine, Mister."

"That's cause you're fine, gurl" he answered, making her blush. She did look fine. She was wearing short shorts that left her long lithe legs bare and a tight crop top that showed off her navel. Her bikini strap was visible sticking out of one sleeve. "Let me take a picture?"

"Sure," she said, shrugging. "Why do you like taking so many pictures of me?"

"Show you later."

Claire served him a plate of bacon and eggs which he ate with relish. Calvin was wearing his usual home attire of sweat pants and nothing else. She tidied up the kitchen, glancing at his pants from time to time. After breakfast, she was hoping he'd ask for a blow job, but instead, he had a grocery list for her. She left and did his shopping.

Calvin was in his chair on the front porch when she got back to his house. A man was finishing up installing a wheelchair ramp on his steps. "Mailman's been. Feel like wheeling me down to the mailbox?" he asked her as he paid the handyman whose attention was focused solely on checking Claire out.

"Sure," she said. "Let me put your groceries away."

"You need a handyman, miss?" asked the worker.

"No thanks, my husband takes care of things around the house." She did accept a business card and declined his offer to help her carry the groceries into the house.

After putting the groceries away, Claire pushed Calvin down to the mailbox. She enjoyed the walk, her eyes mostly focused on the tubular bulge under his sweat pants. He pulled his mail out of the box and she wheeled him back, up the new ramp and into the house. "Couch, please," he said. She wheeled him over and he winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the couch. Claire moved the wheelchair out of the way and sat down in the chair across from him. "Wanna play?" he asked, picking up a game controller.

"No, thanks." She crossed her legs, watching him play, but mostly staring hungrily at his crotch.

He played a shooter game online for around an hour. His screen name was "Big C". His online friends all knew him. "You like watchin' me play, Claire?"

She looked up from his crotch. "I don't mind. Why? You have a chore you need done?"

"You haven't been watchin' the screen." He had just died and signed off the game. "You been starin at my junk." He turned his attention on her. Claire's cheeks turned red. The tube under his sweats swelled. "If you want it, all you have to do is ask." His eye twitched strangely and he had a harsh look on his face.

"May I suck your cock, Calvin?"

"Be my guest," he said, smiling and lifting his hips as she fell to her knees between his legs and pulled his sweats off. His cock flew up, filling rapidly. Claire caught the head with her mouth, moaning as her lips engulfed it. Her hands pulled his sweat pants down and off his ankles. She sucked it hungrily, she'd been thinking about this all day. Calvin leaned back and sighed. "That's my good little cocksucker."

Claire had about half down her throat, she came up, grabbing the shaft, removing her mouth. "Be nice."

"How so? What's that in your hand?"

"It's your cock," she answered, stroking it.

"And what are you doing with your mouth?" He grinned down at her.

"Sucking it." Claire rolled her eyes.

"And that makes you?"

"A cocksucker." Claire leaned forward and started sucking his cock again.

"You're a born cocksucker, Claire," he groaned. "I've never seen anyone take to it as you have." She moaned deep in her throat, bobbing her head along his shaft. "Deep throat that black cock, cocksucker," he growled. She whimpered back in her throat, sitting up and pulling his cock down, so she could push forwards. "That's it, cocksucker. Suck that black cock deep, slut." The whimpering in her throat didn't stop. She took his cock deep, kissing his pubes. The angle wasn't as good as yesterday, but she was trying harder, growing used to it. Her pussy was gushing. His big strong hands were on her head, helping guide her. Claire's pussy was gushing with lust. His hands pushed her head back. "Enough."

"Wh-what?" she asked, shocked. Her eyes were following the hypnotic bobbing of the end of his cock."

"Stand up," he ordered. She sat back and pushed herself up, still staring down at his cock. He was holding it, slowly stroking the shaft, watching her. "You're out of uniform. Strip for me."

She kept her eyes on the prize, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it down. Calvin's hand slid up and down, slowly jerking his shaft, watching her unbutton and unzip her shorts. She wiggled them down over her hips, pushing them down her thighs until the slid down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes. Claire stood before him in her tiny bikini, she began to kneel, eager to get his cock back in her mouth.

"Top to," he told her.

She licked her lips, reaching for the strings holding her bikini top and pulling them loose. Her cups fell off her breasts, the top falling to the floor.

"Back to work, cocksucker."

Claire fell to her knees. He pushed his cock down towards her mouth. She took it from him and started sucking it again. Her pussy was soaking her bikini bottom and her nipples were hard pointed nubs, throbbing with lust. Calvin may have been short and dying of cancer, but his dominant demeanor was triggering some secret desire she held to submit to a real man, a desire her husband had never triggered.

"Suck that black cock, slut," he groaned. Her pussy squirted the second he called her a slut. She engulfed his cock, sucking harder and faster. It wasn't as easy deepthroating him in this position, but she did it, taking his entire cock even longer then she had yesterday. It swelled, threatening to lodge in her throat. "Here comes my nut, cocksucker," he growled, bucking his hips so that his pubes bumped her nose. His cock trembled, lodged down her throat, and suddenly, her belly was full. She pulled back quickly, needing to taste him, groaning with pleasure as his seed filled her mouth, gulping it down so that the next load could fill her mouth and the next load. So good!