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This is a follow-up to 'Gloryhole Games' and 'Black Bareback for Baby'. You do not need to read those stories to understand this one. Reading them, however, may fill in some background that I hint at in this essay. ~ Sandy

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I've heard it said that once you go black, you never go back. And while this may be true for some, it hasn't been true for me, at least not in the strictest sense. I had black lovers before I met my husband, and now at his urging, have had one again. These lovers - all of my lovers - have been special in various ways, but my husband is the only man I have always returned to.

I do wonder, however, if the saying isn't true for my husband. Our love life has always been wonderful and passionate - and has remained so - but his passion for sharing me has increased. I'm overtly thankful that he has limited the sharing to one lover, and covertly thankful for the lover he has selected for me. I am thankful, too, for my husband's rules. Following them has rendered me guilt free; a feeling I admit is at odds with our approach to marital fidelity.

Many of his rules are designed to inhibit social contact. For example, I had been with Jalen four times before I knew his name. Although not sure, I think it was shared with me because I had started to use other names, such as Daddy or Master. I am not sure if Jalen knows that my name is Sandy, if he does, he doesn't show it. My husband has asked him to call me Baby, and for the most part, that's what he does.

************

"Hey Sandy?"

I could sense a bit of hesitation in my husband's voice. "What is it, hun?"

"Jalen has been asking about you. Would you like to see him soon?"

The short answer was yes, and I hoped that my husband couldn't detect a change in my heart rate. "What I like, hun, is whatever you want. You know that. I'll see him if - and only if - that is what you want."

"I think I do, but I'm really conflicted."

"What's the matter? You can tell me anything." It was important to keep our line of communication open, and as honest as possible.

"OK. Remember when he asked if he could take you out?"

"I do. I also remember that you didn't like the idea."

My husband paused, then spoke. "I know, I still think it's a bad idea. But I also find it unbelievably sexy - it's what I have been fantasizing about."

I had no idea where this was going. "Do you remember what you didn't like about it?"

"Yes. I was worried for your safety."

I smiled, I love that he protects me. "Are you still worried?"

"I am, and that's why I am conflicted."

I was curious. "Where is the conflict? What about the idea excites you?"

My husband sighed, looked down, then after gathering himself, looked me in the eye. "I like knowing, and not knowing, at the same time."

Now I was confused. "I'm not sure I am following you, hun."His next words made it crystal clear.

"I like the idea of knowing you two are together, and of wondering what is happening. It's the wondering that gets me so excited."I smiled at his answer.

"I'm not sure what to do."

He looked me in the eye, smiled, and spoke. "I do. I know exactly what to do."

************

Jalen's question was both caring, and clear. "Are you sure this is what you want?"My husband's response was rapid. "Yes."

"Alright, my man, tell me if I understand this? You want me to climb through the window into your bedroom tomorrow night."

"Right."

"And you'll stay out of the room all night."

"Wrong. I'll be right outside the door from 8 to midnight. Before midnight, you have to unlock the door, and then leave. When you're gone I'll enter the room."

Jalen smiled. "OK, and the other rules?"

"They apply too. No anal, no pain, and no humiliation."

Jalen stared at me as he replied. "And Baby? You want her to keep this secret?"

"Yes. I might hear you, but I don't want to know what happened."

"For real? Or is that one of those bullshit rules you'll break the second I leave?"

My husband was very clear, to both of us. "This is the tough one, but I do not want that rule broken, ever."Jalen just smiled.

"No problem, my man. This will definitely be my pleasure."

"Oh, one more rule. Just you, Jalen, no one else is welcome in my room."

"Got'cha. I'd like something too, besides Baby's fine body. I want her to follow my direction - exactly - and I want her showered, naked, and without make-up when I get here. I want to pick out her clothes. Cool?"

"Cool."

"Well hot damn, look at this. Your girl's makin' me hard." The outline of his penis through his pants was clear, and clearly expanding.

"Do I have to wait until tomorrow? 'Cause I'd like a taste right now. How 'bout you, Baby, you hungry for some black cock?"

I let my husband answer, and it was good that I did, because he and I disagreed. "No, not tonight. I need her to myself tonight."

************

My husband and I did not make love Thursday night, but rather cuddled. It was a real bonding moment, as I think he was feeling relieved after explaining his fantasy.

"You know, this will be great! You'll be safe, you'll have fun, and it's what I've been fantasizing about. This is perfect."

I was less certain, but I was excited. I had never been alone with Jalen, but I think I knew what to expect. He could be aggressive when my husband watched, I could only imagine how much less inhibited he'd be when we were alone. My answer, though, was for my husband's heart. "Seriously, hun, all I care about is your happiness."

"Baby, you are such a great wife! I love you so much."

************

Einstein was correct: time can move at different paces. Friday was a very long day, and I was very distracted. I was also unsure that we would go through with the evening. I was worried about my husband.

I shouldn't have been. He met me at the door, had dinner prepared, and pampered me until 7:00. Then he stood, took my hand, and walked me into our bedroom."I know you need to shower, and to prepare yourself. And thank you, Baby." And with that, he kissed me on the forehead, and left the room. I followed him to the door, and when it closed, I locked it. I felt relieved, and excited.

I showered, shaved, and - since I had time to dry it - washed my hair. I've lightened my hair a touch, not because I wanted to be blonder, but because I think it brings out the green in my eyes. Without make-up, I have no other tools. Expect behavior, of course, behavior can draw or defer attention.

I felt oddly comfortable, sitting nude at my vanity, with the cool air from the window at my back. Being on display, even for myself, makes me thankful for the gym, and for the pool. At 7:45 I heard my husband sit, with what I guessed to be his back against the bedroom door. I had a good idea of where Jalen was right now.

Our house sits on a builder's acre, which is a silly way of saying that our plot is rectangular. Our back yard abuts a reserve, and a fence keeps us separated from wild animals.

One wild animal - Jalen - would open the gate, however, then walk along the left face of the house toward the street. A mature rhododendron, three josee lilacs, and a forsythia bush would keep him hidden from the road. Only three people would know he was there.

At 8:00 sharp I heard him enter the window. Although excited, I braced myself for the worst.

************

"Stand up, Baby, and face me." I did as I was told.

He spoke in hushed tones. "My God, woman, you are beautiful. Don't get me wrong, I love when you dress up, but you just look so perfect like this -- so pure."

This was unexpected, but not unappreciated. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, girl. I'm just speaking the truth." We paused, a few feet apart, and looked at each other.

"Baby, do you mind if I get undressed?"

"My husband wants ..." He stopped me mid sentence.

"I didn't ask if he minded, I know he doesn't, I want your permission."

"I don't mind." I was confused, this was not the Jalen I knew.

Jalen undressed, and stood before me. "Baby, you know this is the first time we've been totally naked together, right?"

I nodded. "I do."

"Do you like it?"

I did, very much actually. "Yes, I like this."

He stepped closer, and I became aware of our size difference. His presence was immense, and I felt drawn to it. He bent his face down to mine, but paused an inch from my mouth. It was I that advanced to him, our first kiss of the evening was initiated by me. He effortlessly scooped me up in his arms, and without breaking our embrace, lay me down onto my bed.

When he pulled from me, against my wishes, he smiled. "Roll over." While on my stomach, Jalen rubbed my back, my shoulders, my body. He gently kneaded my muscles, and stroked my skin. It was very erotic. And although very sensual, it was not as erotic as what he whispered to me.

"I've wanted to be alone for so long, Baby. I love the role-play, and I'm good at it, but I needed to be me with you." It dawned on me, that I did not know Jalen, who he really was.

He rolled me over and continued to massage my body. Now, with access to my breasts, his movements were more sexual. Although he used his tongue, and his lips, it was his words that aroused me most.

"You really have an amazing body, girl, I love it. Listen ... I love it." Those words hung in the air.

Perhaps feeling the tension in the air, Jalen gave me something else to focus on. "I can smell you, Baby, I think you need some attention." He knew my body better than I. He inserted one, then two fingers into me. I moaned.

"You like that, huh, Baby." I moaned a soft response.

"I know you like that, it's about the thickness of your husband." He inserted a third finger, and began to speed his movements. "Is this better?" I didn't answer, but I didn't have to: my body was giving me away.

"I know you like that better, it's thicker, and stronger. But I'm thicker than that still. Tell me, do you need me now?"

My answer came embarrassingly fast. "Yes."

"OK, here is what we are going to do. Let's test your ability to keep quiet. I want you to stick your head out the window, and do your best not to alert the neighbors."For some reason this struck me as the sexiest, most dangerous thing we could do. I moved quickly to the window, pushed my head through the frame, and reached between my legs for him.

Jalen spoke softly as he crossed the room. "That's a good girl." As his penis touched my hand he spoke. "Now show me what you want."

I positioned him, and tried to push back onto him. "Don't worry, Baby, your man will help you out." And with that I felt his pressure, his force, driving forward. The power was recognizable, but his typical aggression was absent. He allowed my body to adjust, he just didn't give it relief. With his hands digging into my hips, his weight constantly pushing forward, he kept entering me.

He shifted weight slightly to the right, and then to the left, and kept every millimeter my body made available. There was pain, no doubt, but a sexiness I had never known. I felt challenged, and was thankful for the challenge. And I kept silent, mostly. A deep moan slipped through my lips, itself originating from a place I had never known.

Immediately after my moan, the truly unexpected occurred: I heard words. "My god, Tiny told me you were beautiful, he didn't tell me you were an angel."

In front of me was a stranger, and I had no way of knowing how long he had been there. With his skin tone, and in dark clothes, he was difficult to see. But he was older than Jalen, by a lot. He also seemed kind. I wasn't afraid, but I also couldn't move backward. Jalen was continuing his slow, deep exploration of my body.

"Thank you for this, sweetheart." And with that he kissed me, and I felt the right thing to do was kiss him back. The moment quickly went from scary, to surreal, to erotic. When I fully gave myself to the embrace, he pulled from me, and instead pushed his penis toward my mouth.

I accepted him without shame, and his movements indicated appreciation. I couldn't use my hands on him, because they helped support my weight, and I couldn't move forward and back for him, because Jalen's pressure hadn't waned. He understood my constraints, so with his hands around my head, he made love to my mouth.

He was clean, and gentle, even whispering to me as a courtesy before he came. His orgasm was large, surprisingly strong for a man of his age. His taste was exceptional. Before leaving, he bent down and kissed my forehead. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Before I could process the experience, Jalen pulled me back into the room, rushed me to the bed, and entered me missionary style. Given the rush he was in to get me onto the bed, I was surprised by his slow pace.

With his lips on my neck, his thrusts deep, and his pace steady, he whispered to me. He spoke of love, and passion, and moments too perfect for words. He encouraged me to accept him, and to let go of any inhibitions. He timed this thought, he must have timed this, with my orgasm. My body thrusted onto his in waves, each wave more powerful than the former.

The depth and angle of his penis kept me floating from one orgasm to another. When I felt him explode into my body, and felt him grind impossibly deep into my world, my passion was colored with an unexpected feeling: gratitude.

I believe we shared that gratitude, but I know we shared an amazement for the moment. That amazement bubbled up in laughter, as we both shared in the glow of perfection.

He rested upon me for a long time, then pulled his perfect body from mine. I rested my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. Unconsciously, I rested my hand upon his soft penis, and gently stroked its head.

We chatted softly, and I brought up the stranger, but I did so in the least aggressive way I could. "He shouldn't call you Tiny, you know, you're bigger than him -- in every way."

He smiled, then spoke. "I know, but he's been calling me that since he brought me and my mom home from the hospital. I've grown to love the nickname."

I decided to let the topic alone.

************

Eventually, I pulled from his frame and went to the on-suite bathroom. I obviously had a need to release him from me, but I also wanted to brush my teeth. And I announced this when I returned to bed.

"I brushed my teeth, Jalen."

"Well look at what a big girl you are!" He joked back. "Seriously, why did you tell me that."

"I told you so you'd feel comfortable kissing me again." Which he did, long and hard. When he broke the embrace he set the stage and asked a question I was unprepared for.

"Well, Baby, it's only 10:30, I still have you for 90 minutes. I know what's real, and what's role-play. And I can do either. So I'll leave this decision to you. And I won't judge you. We're going to have sex again tonight. How do you want it? Wanna be a good girl, like we just had -- which was amazing -- or do you want to be a bad girl?

I wasn't sure I understood. "What do you mean?"

"OK, maybe this makes it easier. You're either going to stay as you are right now, and we're going to make love. Or you're gonna get dressed up, and I'm gonna stuff you so full of black cock that you'll beg me first to stop, and then you'll beg for more. Which will it be?"

Emotionally, I chose the safest path, and left reality behind. "I'll get dressed."

His tone, and syntax, changed. "Just hose. Black. You ain't gonna need nuttin' else."

I complied, the asked. "Make-up, hun?"

"Absolutely. I don't give a fuck about your eyes, but I want those lips pussy pink." I complied with this as well, although I did add eye shadow.

"Alright bitch, get on your goddamn knees. You've been sucking black cock all night, but you left me out. Ain't I good enough?"I quickly fell to my knees in front of him, and took his head into my mouth.

"That's better, now suck that thing like it owns you."I kept eye contact, took as much of him in as possible, and kept both hands working in unison.

"I like that. Your white fingers look small on my cock. And that ring fucking disappears. You want your Daddy to get you some jewelry?"

I mumbled yes, although I don't know why.

"Good, bitch, I got a cock ring you can wear as a bracelet."

I can't explain it, but I had never wanted to taste any man as much as I wanted Jalen. I worked his body with as much energy and passion as I could, but it wasn't enough. "Now get on that bed." I was sad to stop, but followed his direction.

"It's time for you to show me some respect." He lay down and pointed his cock to the ceiling. "I'm tired of doing the work. Get on this and show me how much you need." I went to scale him. "Fuck no, woman, face my feet, don't look at me!"

This was the aggressive Jalen that I imagined, but I wasn't afraid, just aroused. I mounted him, held his knees, and tried to take as much of him into me as possible. Being on top of him made me feel powerful, and I wanted to show him what I could do. I took him as fast and as deep as I could.

"Now look at that?" I felt his thumb press at the edge of my anus. "I just love things I can't have. What do ya think? Who'll give me that ass first, you or your husband?" I grunted a non-answer as he pulled me down off him.

"I need some sideways shit, like I was fucking an Asian whore." He pushed me onto my side, lifted my leg, and slid into me. "Gettin' easier now, I think your pussy's learning respect."

His thrusts were long, and sexy. His thumb worked my clit. And his words drove me crazy. "Fuck ya, can you feel that? Your pussy is begging for my cock, and your leg is massaging my balls." I could feel his heavy testes being dragged across my inner thigh. The feeling was amazing.

"You're a hot slut, know that, I need it now." He pulled from me, tossed me back on the bed, pressed my knees to my chest, and entered me. "I'm not stopping, you fucking cunt, until I reach your womb!" And he didn't stop.

With his full weight upon me, he thrust deeper and deeper into my body. The pain was almost unbearable; the only thing worse was the thought that he might stop. When my orgasm hit, it hit with such power that it felt like something broke inside me. And yet, mine paled in comparison to his. After he exploded into me, I felt him grind deep, and continue to spasm.

We were quiet for a long time, just sharing our pants, when he whispered. "Sandy, I haven't cum so hard since I was in high school. You have to know you're the reason." His kissed me, and all I could think was how happy I was that he knew my name.

"It's 11:50, girl, I'm gonna have to leave. I don't want to. There is just one more thing you have to do for me."He pulled from me, but never released my legs, even now held close to my chest. He rotated my body, placed my legs against the headboard, and angled my hips skyward.

"I wish you could see what I can. You look swollen, and wet. My God, you smell fantastic. Woman, you are in possession of one well-fucked pussy! Now don't move." He didn't have to worry, I was exhausted.

Jalen picked up the phone and dialed my husband's cell. As it rang, he pressed his softening penis into my mouth. I took it happily, dying for a taste of this man.

"Well, my man, it's late and I have to be heading out. I need you to listen. I'm going to unlock the door and leave. But you can't come in until midnight - your rule, remember? I left your wife with one more order, she can't move until you tell her it's ok. But have some mercy on her, she's gonna need the bathroom."

With that Jalen kissed me, got dressed, unlocked the door, kissed me again, and slipped out the window.

************

My husband, nude, entered the room at exactly 12:00. His arousal was undeniable, and he barely spoke to me as he got on the bed. He moved quickly to inspect my body, hips held high, stockings pointing to the sky.

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