Michele's Awakening Pt. 02

Then I made a decision: "Hey you two! I'm getting hungry and I'm ready for some new scenery. What do you say we head down to that restaurant by the marina? I hear the food is excellent, and it's on me. Actually, it's on Gross!"

"Well, I don't want to interfere with your evening," Derek replied. "I should probably head for one of the clubs myself - maybe I'll get lucky like those two!" We all laughed.

"Oh, don't worry about it," I insisted. "You're more than welcome and we would both love to have you. Wouldn't we, Michele?" I asked pointedly.

"Well, uh, yeah! That would be wonderful!" she agreed, stumbling over her words somewhat. "We all get along great and we'd hate to see you alone for the night." She had a nervous look on her face, trying to figure out exactly what she had just said.

"I'd love to!" Derek concluded.

"Well then, it's set!" I settled the bill and we headed off, enjoying one last view of the 'Finisterre' crowned by the great dome of the sky. The sun was resplendent in her final descent, sending forth desperate shafts of light through the clouds glowing shades of pink and gold: the deep western sea waited with open arms to receive her. The harbor was a deep, inky blue below us, dotted with sea craft making their way in to nest for the evening. Around the harbor the twilit town glinted with lights coming on beneath the earthy hills beyond, and everywhere was the energetic din of friends and lovers enjoying themselves. Halfway across the dome the light was failing, absorbed by overlapping curtains of blue, ever darkening but clear, faint stars igniting. To the East the night was rising.

The road to the marina snaked down the hill, but to the side was a shortcut: a pathway down the barren hillside beautifully paved with bricks and steps, lined with desert flora. After about 50 yards it passed our cabana. I suggested we stop for a moment so I could swap my sandals for shoes. Michele agreed, as she wanted to freshen up. We headed over, our guest in tow. Once inside she asked Derek if he needed to use the bathroom, intending to let the guest go first. "Nope, I'm good!" he said. So Michele went in, leaving the door open. He stood by the veranda. I watched her apply a little lip-gloss: Michele's natural beauty resulted in near complete abstention from cosmetics. She unclipped her hair and gave it a quick run-through with her brush, leaving it unclipped. I had switched my sandals for shoes as intended, and then went into the bathroom to relieve myself. Afterward I gave my hair a quick combing and was ready to go.

When I reentered the room I stopped short. My entire body suddenly flushed by a jolt of adrenaline as I instantly realized what was happening. The experience of four months before flashed before me, as did everything that came after, including the heart to heart Michele and I had just had.

The two of them were by the veranda doors, facing me. Derek was standing closely behind Michele, his massive, dark hands clamped firmly on her hips. He was gazing at me intensely over her shoulder, his black eyes burning through mine. Michele's expression betrayed a sense of surprised terror, and excitement. She peered down to his hands, and then placed hers so as to push them off. The sight of her delicate fingers struggling on his strong hands was electric. Her lips were slightly parted and her brow arched. Looking at me again she looked dazed, as if she wanted to say something but could not muster the breath to communicate.

My deepest desire, our deepest desire, was coalescing right there. "How could this be happening?" I thought. But then my mind answered, "How could it not?" After all that had happened we must have left numerous markers that he picked up on. He had to have known or at least suspected everything, culminating in our inviting him along to "dinner". And isn't it what we wanted in the end? Michele's eyes pleaded with mine, I assume to interfere, to stop him in his tracks, but I was spellbound, frozen in place.

Derek took this as permission to proceed as he kissed Michele's shoulder. I could see her lips quiver as a soft sigh escaped. Then I could see her tremble at his touch as he slowly ascended her graceful neck with his wide, full lips, instinctively offering him access. He nuzzled behind her ear and whispered, a shadow of a smile crossing her lips as she closed her eyes, her reluctance evaporating in his grip. Again she was watching his mighty hands on her curves as her own hands surrendered, melting lovingly onto his, caressing them as they caressed her. He began to stroke her up and down, her hands never leaving his, her eyes never leaving mine.

He was back at her ear whispering again, then she smiled and turned her head to the side and up. He lifted his hand to caress her neck and jaw before gently covering her face with kisses, ending at her lips. For several minutes their mouths toyed with each other, brushing and probing, sucking and nibbling on each other's lips and tongues in turn. She caressed the side of his face and head with her fingers. Then his tongue established dominance and I could tell it was in her throat: his hand was on the back of her head as she moaned and whimpered, struggling for air through her nose. Then he took her wrists pulling them tightly behind her, marching her over to the foot of the bed.

Her eyes never left mine on the journey over. They looked immensely turned on, though confused. Still I said nothing, locked in passivity, hard as a rock. He calmly lifted her neck loop over her head and began to shimmy the tight, shear dress down her sides. She hesitated for a brief moment, and then moved her body rhythmically to assist, arching her back and lifting her chest as her bare breasts worked free. They looked so beautiful: firm, golden and upright above the green fabric gathered beneath them. He took their fullness in his black hands and held them, gently caressing them, lifting and pulling them apart.

He traced spirals with his fingers to her puffy pink nipples. She gasped, clenching her bottom tight and placing her hands on his dark, ripped forearms. He took her nipples between his fingers, rolling, pinching and pulling them. Her areolas were swollen, her nipples rock-hard, her breath ragged. Then his hands were back pushing the dress down her sides, caressing the soft skin of her rib cage, inching the clingy fabric over her gorgeous hips until it fell in a small pile to the floor. Michele stepped out of the pile, wearing only her thong panties and high cork heels.

Within seconds Derek had his silk shirt unbuttoned as he kicked off his loafers. Then the rustle of his belt could be heard, followed by the buzz of his fly and the swoosh of fabric falling over his legs. He was undressed in less than 30 seconds, standing behind her tall, straight and dark, his commanding cock at attention. It was perhaps not quite as long as our toy phallus, but thicker. He guided our submissive beauty onto the bed so that she was kneeling with him poised behind her; his lean, powerful arms wrapped tightly around her graceful frame, his cock against her back. His straight, dark length coursed with swollen veins and the bulbous head was flared and full. I looked to be nearly half as long as her torso.

As if commanded I moved and sat at the side of the bed, within reach of their bodies. I studied the golden contours of Michele's graceful curves, and the equally beautiful lines of Derek's dark, chiseled physique. They were complimentary. So different in nearly every way, and yet a perfect match: compact and imposing; soft and hard; silky hair and course; golden and dark; submissive and dominant; feminine and masculine. They were a breathtaking compliment to each other and I instinctively recognized their natural, irresistible desire.

Derek nuzzled her nape as she leaned forward. He moved down her spine, branching out to gently kiss her shoulder blades, his hands once more locked on her hips. She was whimpering as she lowered her breasts and head to the bed. Her back arched, offering her sweet bottom to her lover as he pushed her knees far apart to where she was completely spread and vulnerable before him. Derek continued, kissing and licking the small of her back. Now his hands were on her backside, one on each smooth, toned cheek. He kissed the back of her thighs from behind, then her gorgeous cheeks, then finally her pantie-covered pussy. He locked his fingers under her panties and peeled them back before snapping them at the sides. He tossed them over and I gripped them tightly.

"God damn you're beautiful," Derek said breathlessly. Michele's sweet face smiled in return. Her outer lips were soft and swollen, her inner lips pink and firm, protruding slightly, parted and symmetrical. Her perfectly manicured honey-blonde bush underneath. All glistened with arousal. Again he kissed her bottom, then the backs of her thighs, then her inner thighs, then all around her swollen mound. Finally he took the tip of his tongue and touched her clit, then slowly dragged it up through her slit to her anus. She gasped and whined in pleasure, grinding into in his face as he worked her up and down, pulling her clit and lips with his teeth and tongue, and then softly working her delicate anus. Up and down, over and over, then pulling back until she begged for release. Finally he let her cum moaning and panting, thrusting her firm cheeks into his face.

Michele was looking over to me at her 3:00 position, her glassy eyes in another world. Her face flushed and full of lust, yet there was a sadness, too, like begging for forgiveness. I moved up the bed, set a pillow before her, then kissed her forehead while taking her hand in mine. "We've come so far. Surrender to it, Michele. We both want this." She remained silent, settling her head into the pillow, arching her back further, offering herself to her dark master. He rubbed his shaft all over her thighs and bottom.

She had yet to see his cock, but I could feel her tremble in anticipation. He wiped the dark head up and down in her steaming slit until it glistened black with their juices, then dragged it over her tight anus and cheeks. Finally he pulled her arms so that her hand left mine, taking her wrists and holding them close against the small of her back. He then pressed the head of his powerful cock against her opening. Again Michele looked at me with a sadness as if saying 'goodbye'...and he took her.

With just a slight clench of his buttocks Derek began to penetrate my wife. Barely at first, her tight, pink flesh offering token resistance before slowly surrendering. She gasped loudly, her mouth open, taking in as much air as possible. The intense look on her face melted into one of ecstasy and relief as his head entered, though much, much more was to come. Derek's cock got thicker behind the head, and then continued to grow in girth to its base, knurled with veins until it reached his dark, short, rough pubic hair.

I could see Michele's pinkness stretching as she gripped him. She was moaning and squealing as it worked its way in, occasionally biting her lower lip. After only a minute or two he had about three inches in and I could hear her panting, faster and faster. Then, as before with the 'Mandingo', she began to cream, secreting heavy lubrication onto the dark shaft. "You're creaming on me! So beautiful and sexy, baby..." Derek gasped, his eyes wide in amazement.

Prior to our experience with the 'Mandingo' I had only been able to coax a small amount of cream out of Michele with heavy oral and finger stimulation followed by hard screwing. Now she was freely coating him with her lubricant, naturally aiding deeper penetration. He let go of her wrists and held her hips. His hands looked so huge and strong. Michele later described to me how just the sight of his massive, dark hands on her body excited her to no bounds, and how it felt like they were caressing and crushing her at the same time. More and more black cock sank into her, Michele's beautiful, pink pussy glazing the shaft, wracked by a shattering climax. It accumulated on her anus, which Derek would lovingly caress and penetrate with his thumb. Again she heaved in orgasm, moaning and whimpering.

Now Derek was into her as far as he would go, leaving two to three inches. I knew he was at rock bottom, having gently filled her, his dark head softly kissing her cervix. His motions were like a dance behind her rather thrusts, slowly increasing in energy until every rhythmic stroke took her breath away. He was squeezing and caressing her firm cheeks, then palming them, then smacking them. Again I crawled up to her face and what I saw was almost too much to bear: the look on her face was so intense, so enrapt with pleasure as she gripped the pillow. She was gently sobbing, tears on her cheeks, lips quivering. "Do you want to stop?" I asked frantically, my heart in my throat. "No! I'm so sorry..I..I..love you," was her delirious reply. She came again. Hard. This wasn't lovemaking, it wasn't even fucking. It was pure sex. It was breeding.

That big cock was slamming into her now, pummeling her insides. Derek was sweaty as he worked her hot body. He wrapped his hand in her hair and firmly pulled her head back. "You love it, baby? You love black cock, Michele?" he asked.

"Yesss...I l..love it!" she stammered in reply.

"Is this the best thing you ever had, baby?" he continued.

"Yesss...it's so good! Feels sooo good! Like nothing else..." she affirmed.

"Better than your husband?" he continued picking up his now ramrod-like thrusts into her queefing cunt. She hesitated. "Better?" he repeated.

"Yes...better..." she whimpered. "Stronger..."

This was getting out of control, but I couldn't do anything about it if I wanted to. The only thing I could do was open my trousers and pull out my cock.

"So strong and dark and beautiful! You make me feel so sexy!" she moaned...

"Where do you want it?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"Inside of me! I want your sperm..." she panted.

He rutted into her, finally straightening his body, then his whole body tightened. His hands gripped her, his sweaty chest heaved, he put his head back and gasped, pushing in deep and letting go. He gasped and groaned, emptying himself into my beautiful wife with his long, thick fingers digging into her buttocks. She came again almost simultaneously, whimpering and sobbing as she clenched the pillow, arching her back even more and pushing into him as she was inseminated. Then I released my own load out onto my shirt.

Derek stayed buried inside for a few minutes, still kneeling, until at last she slid forward off of him. He was still hard, his cock bearing witness both to her arousal and to the explosion of semen he had left in her womb.

"Let me see what did that to me..." she sighed, shaking, then rolling over and lifting herself on her elbow as if waking from sleep. "Oh my goodness, look at you!" she gasped. "So strong and dark and beautiful, just like I said." She scooted herself down to embrace him, running her fingernails on his shoulders, neck, and peppercorn hair as they kissed tenderly. "You're so gorgeous," she said, reaching down and lifting his heavy shaft in her hand. "Let me taste it," she continued stroking his shoulders and kissing his chest. He eased her back, positioning himself over her as she took him into her mouth, moaning and whimpering on her prize. Soon he was rock hard again, sounds of fullness stumbling from Michele's feasting mouth. "Let me see it!" she urged, pulling it out as she feasted in turn with her eyes. "Let me see you penetrate me! Let me watch your beautiful dark body penetrate mine..."

He was ready to go again as he crawled over her, her golden body submitting to his. He folded her legs over his shoulders and pressed into her. I grabbed the pillow again, setting it under Michele's head, caressing her face and hair. She felt so hot and damp, her scent sweet and heavy. Then I moved to the side. It was a mesmerizing sight, Derek's beautiful black cock plowing into her soft folds over and over, her flesh and golden hair clinging to his dark shaft, his hands caressing her tummy and breasts as she caressed his muscular arms and shoulders. Michele came again as he stroked her long and hard, then he readied for his second release. He tensed up, then trembled and withdrew: her pussy was empty and gaping, his shaft now parallel with her abdomen. He knelt poised over her, his dark, sinuous body tight and sweaty. Without any more stimulation he shuddered, gasping as his cock erupted.

I had never imagined anything like it: numerous long, full streams of semen were ejected from his cock, landing heavily on Michele's breasts and abdomen, some hitting her face and neck. Derek's cock twitched and started as he unloaded, Michele whimpering wide-eyed as he sprayed her. Finally, breathing deeply, a smile covered his face as he looked down upon his conquest, still dribbling semen onto her tummy where it pooled into her navel.

"Oh my God...look at it all," Michele moaned. "How? You just came inside me fifteen minutes ago. So much...so much!" I imagine her mind was wandering, trying to comprehend how much he had left inside her earlier. She smeared some of his cum into her nipples, then reaching down and using a scissor motion with her fingers, scooped up his seed from her breasts and tummy and fed it to herself. She hungrily licked and smacked on the viscous clumps clinging to her skin. I imagined similar sperm-rich clumps clinging to the walls of her womb.

He stayed the night in our room, of course, me consigned to the sofa as they mated twice more before falling asleep in each other's arms. The next day we hung out at the beach, taking it easy on our last full day. I enjoyed the sight of them frolicking in the water, followed by him applying lotion to her back and thighs, his fingers slipping under her bikini. Then they disappeared for about 45 minutes, the details of which were later recounted as she pulled the crotch of her bottoms aside to show me what he had done. After relaxing in the afternoon and enjoying another intense night we left for home late Saturday morning.

It was the most intense experience of our lives, and it shook me to my core. Afterwards was not easy. For several weeks Michele and I drifted apart, dealing with the difficult emotions that had grown and reached a climax. But we overcame them, opening ourselves even more to each other, laying bare our relationship. I became an extension of her sexuality and our lovemaking was wonderful. Derek lives less than an hour from us and we see him every couple weeks for special sessions. For rough, intense sessions that I cannot deliver.

All beautiful women command a deep mystery and power. That part of them that is locked for no one else to see, not even their spouse. We see a mere shadow of it in the way they dress and prepare themselves, in how they select and care for their most intimate possessions. I shared my desires with Michele and it turned out hers mirrored mine. She let me into the most intimate recesses of her sexuality where I witnessed her potent feminine mystery and power subjugated by something even more powerful. As a result of this intense and sometimes unsettling process I know her more completely than I could ever have imagined.