The Descent

Abbey and George had been together since high school and married almost twelve months ago. They had always been open about sex and explored dominance and submission, various positions and toys. More recently, they had been playing with sharing partners, never actually having done it. They would talk out their fantasies in bed. Abbey noticed that George was particularly amorous when she described herself fucked by a black man or a stranger.

One night while she sat atop George, she decided to pry further. "You really like the idea of a black man fucking your white wife, don't you?"

George moaned, "I know it shouldn't be taboo in this day, but the idea of a black man fucking you, the contrast against your pale skin, it does something."

Abbey slowly gyrated, grinding against him. "Tell me your fantasy, please."

George reached up and wrapped his hands around her waist. "I imagine a black man going down on you, his head between your thighs as you beg him to fuck you, as you beg him to make you cum." He began. "Soon enough, you are sucking on his big black cock," he continued before Abbey interrupted.

"Does he have big balls? You know I like the feeling of balls slapping against me when I fuck," she dragged details out.

"Huge, swollen balls, ready to fill you," he confessed.

Abbey moaned, "He's not wearing a condom?" George shook his head, and Abbey moaned again. "What if he cums in me?"

George bucked up into her and groaned, "It's just a fantasy."

Abbey smiled and leaned forward, so she was sliding up his body. This position, she knew, always brought George to climax quickly. "Is it?" she asked him, "Is it just a fantasy?"

George planted his lips to hers, and after a short passionate kiss, he said, "If it weren't would you get him to pull out?"

Abbey panted against him, her orgasm close, "Would it matter what I wanted? Would he pull out if I asked?" George and his wife both groaned at the suggestion. "Or would he cum in me, knowing he could knock me up?"

Abbey felt George tense and her orgasm bubble over. They came together in rigid pleasure as he filled her.

After several moments of panting, Abbey said. "Wow, that was a strong orgasm. I think you like this game. I think you like the idea of a black man actively trying to get me pregnant." She felt him throb within her and start to get hard again. "Oh wow, honey."

She didn't get to finish as he rolled her over to look down at her as he started to fuck her again. "You liked it too, and I felt you squirt all over me."

She nodded, "It's a naughty game. So is my black lover going to cum in me again?" she asked her husband.

"As often as you desire," he replied. Slowly he picked up speed as they continued to talk, their suggestions getting lewder as their lust rose.

"What if he wanted to share me?" she asked at one point.

"I think you would love that," George replied. "And what if he wanted to mark you, give you a spade tattoo?"

Abbey moaned, "What's that?"

George continued his motions as he explained, "Queen of spades tattoos are given to women who fuck black to show they are owned."

Abbey squealed, and her legs pulled him closer as George filled her cunt for the second time that night. Afterwards, as they lay in bed, Abbey asked, "So I think we have a new chapter in our games."

George laughed, "Yeah, I guess we will be sharing some fantasies about a black man fucking you."

Abbey rolled over. "And you fucking black women, maybe partner swapping, knowing we could get each other pregnant."

George moaned, "Should I buy you a big black dildo?" he asked.

Abbey smiled, "You let me handle the plans. I will make sure you are well pleased."

They fell asleep in each other's arms, satisfied and happy. Both of them dreamt of different things, other fantasies, and where this new path would take them.

George went to work the following day to teases from Abbey. She asked him if he was going to be late home because he would be visiting a glory hole or if he would be bringing a black man home for her to fuck. She knew she wanted to spend the day teasing him, sending him suggestions the whole day. As she kissed him goodbye at the door, she said, "I'll try and not get knocked up today, dear, but no promises."

While George was at work, Abbey started planning. She looked up stories about slut wives and black men, researched the queen of spades tattoo and found herself getting increasingly turned on. She imagined herself in the position of those women, her large tits swaying as a black man fucked her doggy style. She imagined black men fucking her tits and mouth.

She couldn't keep her mind off it, and as the morning hours progressed, she got increasingly horny.

She decided, around lunchtime, that the best approach was to rip the band-aid off in one go. To delve into this fantasy headlong and see where it would take them. She needed a way to explore it with safety lines in case either of them said it was too much, but she wanted to. She needed to see where this would take them.

She phoned a local print shop and asked them if they could print temporary tattoos. When they confirmed they could, she sent through a couple of files. A sizeable tribal-style tattoo and a queen of spades, a black spade with a 'Q' void in the middle.

An hour later, Abbey picked them up, and she spent part of the afternoon thinking about how best to use the tattoos before she applied them to her body. She put the queen of spades tattoo on her hip just above her thigh and applied a tribal-like pattern to one breast. She then wiped them with a wet wipe that the woman at the print store said would make it look more genuine and last longer.

By the time George got home, Abbey was excited. She had decided she wanted to dive into this and suspected George would readily agree. She was dressed in a short white skirt and a pink tube top, and it was obvious to George that she wasn't wearing a bra when he stepped inside.

"Hello," he said, looking her up and down. Abbey's nipples hardened at his hungry stare. "And what is this outfit for?"

Abbey smiled. "We're going out," she told him. He raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Well, I thought we could go and have a bite to eat at a pub before swinging by an adult store."

George started, "You serious?

She smiled and licked her lips, "Maybe we will just buy a nice big black dildo, or maybe you want to see a hard black cock pursed between my red lips?" she asked.

George found he couldn't argue and also found he was hard as a rock. He reached over and opened the door again before holding his arm for Abbey.

They went to a nearby pub for a simple meal and a drink. Abbey ordered cocktails to help bolster her nerves. She wanted to try this but was feeling butterflies. George pointed out the men checking her out as they ate, and she felt her nipples harden with each mention.

They were there for an hour and a half before Abbey said. "Are you ready to continue our night?"

George was quick to agree, and they left. George followed Abbey's directions to an adult store a little out of the way. As he parked, he turned to her, "You sure about this?" he asked.

Abbey bit her lip. "You can see how hard my nipples are, and I can see how hard your cock is."

George couldn't help but agree as he opened his car door and came around to help Abbey out of the passenger seat. Slowly, hand in hand, they walked into the store.

It was dingy and cluttered and smelt. Being Friday night, and there were a few people there. Abbey and George were the only white people. Abbey smiled at him and asked, "Would you like to watch a movie?"

George found himself short on breath and turned to feed a note into a nearby token machine. As he bought the tokens, Abbey watched as several men craned their necks to watch them. Even as they entered the hallway, the other customer's eyes followed them to see which booth they took. She gave them a nervous wave before George led her into a booth.

Abbey's heart was pounding as the door closed, and George asked. "Are you sure about this?" Abbey smiled and grabbed the bottom of her tube top, pulling it over her head to free her tits. "Oh my God, Abbey, is that real?" George asked. His hands went straight to her breast with the new tattoo and groped her. His touch was electric.

"Just wait," Abbey said as she slid her thumbs into her skirt and pulled it down.

George stood wide-eyed and started at the little spade on her hip, so close to her cunt. "Oh, my God. I want to fuck you right now." His wife was wearing only panties and high heels in an adult booth. Ready to play with strange cock.

Abbey giggled, "Well, you will have to wait your turn, now put some coins in and let's see if anyone sticks their cock through that hole." She said, pointing to one of the two holes in the side of the booth.

They flicked through videos until they found one they both liked. It was called blacked wives, and both George and Abbey moaned as the video started playing.

It didn't take long for the first cock to greet them. A semi-flaccid black member poked through one of the holes. Abbey looked at George and smiled before whispering, "Panties on or panties off?"

George groaned, "Your call, my love, but I want to play with you at the same time."

Abbey left her panties in place and knelt by the stranger's cock. Steve undid his pants, pulled them off, and knelt down behind her. He reached around and started playing with her large tits as she reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft.

"I got a manicure today just for this, so if you want to take pictures, go ahead." She told him as she started to stroke the cock, and it began to firm up in her hand.

George scrabbled to get his phone and lined up a picture before saying, "Swap hands. I want to get your wedding rings in the pic." Abbey laughed but did as he requested. Changing to her left hand, she stroked him as George snapped a few pictures. "God, that's hot," he whispered to her.

He ensured the phone was in reach and went back to playing with Abbey's tits as she stroked the stranger. After a few moments, she leant forward. "Hold my tits together so he can fuck them."

George quickly complied, holding his wife's white breasts together so she could use them to fuck this black cock. George peered over her shoulder as she pleased this stranger with her tits. His eyes went from her new tattoo to this stranger's leaking cock. "You are going to have to tell me about these tattoos." Slowly he pulled her large tits up and down on the throbbing black cock, moaning behind her as he watched.

Abbey spat into her cleavage for a little more lubricant and continued to pleasure the stranger. After a few more moments, she moved her hands to where Georges was and took over. "You should take a photo before he cums all over me."

George slid his hands out and grabbed his phone. He moved close to the wall to get a shot of Abbey's tits and face as the black cock thrust up through her cleavage, again ensuring her wedding bands were in the shot. As he was taking a pic, they heard a knock on the wall, and moments later, a gout of cum sprayed up to hit Abbey under the chin. George managed to get a pic just as the cock spat forth and groaned at the sight. "Wow."

As the black cock pulled back, Abbey turned to face George, showing him her cum covered tits. "That was so much fun," she said. "Do you want to try fucking my cum covered tits? Or licking me clean?" she asked.

George didn't say a word as he stepped forward, pressing his cock into the cleft of her cleavage. "God, it's so sticky and warm," he sighed after a few moments.

Abbey bent her head down and gave George's cock head a quick suck as it poked up through her cleavage. "Ooh, he tastes nice," she said. "Maybe I need I taste one straight from the source."

George moaned more as he continued to fuck Abbey's tits. Every once in a while, she would lean down and suck him clean, moaning every time she did. After a few minutes of this, she stopped and pointed. George looked over his shoulder to a fresh cock poking through the hole. "Do you want to?" he asked.

Abbey nodded, "I want to suck him while you fuck me," George moaned. "But first scrape up the last of the last guy's cum onto your cock, then shove it in me."

George shuddered, "That's so dirty."

Abbey giggled as George scrapped as much of what was left of the last guy's cum off her tits using his cock. Then Abbey stood and pulled her panties off. As she knelt again, she looked back at George, who was getting into position behind her. "You are about to fuck another man's cum into my cunt," she teased.

"How many drinks did you have at dinner?" he asked as he watched Abbey lean forward and grab the new cock.

It thickened in her grip as she said, "Enough," she said. "I wanted to make sure I wasn't too nervous." She said before licking the guy in front of her. "What about this guy? You think I should let him blow in my mouth or?"

She leaned forward to take his cock head in her mouth as George slowly pushed his cum covered cock into her dripping cunt. After a few strokes, George asked, "Or what?"

Abbey was busy face fucking the new cock, the wet slurping sound slowly growing louder. After a few moments, she paused to take a breath. "God, your cock feels great. Are you enjoying fucking a black man's cum into me knowing it could get me pregnant?" She was wanking the new cock while she spoke. "And I was going to say, or would you rather he pumps me full directly?"

George groaned, still pumping away at his wife's delightful snatch as she went back to throating the black cock hanging from the wall. "God, I really don't know how long I'm going to last?" he panted.

Abbey paused again, "So you going to blow in my cunt? Or pull out so I can get just black cum tonight?" George shuddered, and his vision blurred as he pulled out of Abbey and sprayed over her back. Streaks of cum landed across her arse, back, shoulders and hair. Abbey moaned as she leaned in towards the cock. George heard her say. "I guess it's your lucky day," she told the guy on the other side of the wall.

George watched as Abbey stood up, his cum dripping down her back. She slowly turned around and smiled at him. "You pulled out," she said.

George nodded as she looked behind her and stepped over the black cock hanging out of the wall. She closed her legs over it, and he watched for a moment as the man on the other side of the wall started to fuck her thighs. "So honey, do you want to help me get fucked?" Abbey asked.

"How?" George croaked.

Abbey moaned at the feeling of this black man rubbing against her cunt lips. "Well, you could take the cock and feed it into me? Or you can take my arms and bend me forward, support me as I let him fuck me." George moaned. "I think you like that. You like the idea of helping a black man fuck me, of helping a black man try and cum in me."

George nodded, "I do. But, Abbey, you aren't on the pill."

She laughed, "You just fucked a stranger's cum into my cunt, and now you are worried about that?" She ground her arse back against the wall as she said. "I will make you a deal. If you don't have the biggest orgasm of your life tonight, I will take the morning-after pill. If not," she leant in and kissed him as she held out her arms. George took her forearms, and very slowly, she bent over at the waist. "His cock is so wet from my dripping cunt," she said as George helped line her up.

When she was bent at almost 90 degrees, she rocked forward on her feet and felt the cock slide between her legs and spring upward. Then she rocked back and moaned loudly. "God, that feels good." George also moaned at hearing his wife's moan and her continued narrative. "He's big and thick." She moaned, "I hope he cums buckets."

George shuddered at the words. Abbey was rocking back and forth, slamming her arse against the wall, which rocked with each impact. George was worried she might fall through if she continued, But it didn't happen. Instead, his wife slammed against the cock hanging from the wall, her breasts swinging with each motion as she moaned. "Fuck me, yes fuck me. God."

George was hard again, his cock reaching up towards Abbey's face, but she was too busy yelling to be fucked to suck on him. "God, I love black cock," Abbey screamed. "God, George, I'm going to cum." She squealed before shuddering on the unknown man. As she shook in George's grip, she said, "Oh fuck, he's cumming in me now. Oh fuck, it feels so good."

George felt like he was on the edge of cumming again but didn't as he watched Abbey's back tense. It was the same motion he had witnessed from the other side. He loved watching her back as he came in her doggie style and now was watching her back as a stranger filled her the same way.

After a few more moments, the black cock withdrew, and Abbey collapsed to the ground. "Oh my God, that was incredible. I'm going to need a moment," she panted. After a few seconds, she looked up at her husband. "I'm so full of cum. Do you want to feel it?"

"More than anything," he moaned.

Abbey rolled to her hands and feet with her arse pointing in the direction of George. He quickly dropped to his knees and looked. Abbey's puffy pussy was glazed with cum. He lined his cock up with her used slit just as another cock came through the hole. This one was limp, but he knew it wouldn't be limp for long.

Abbey started to stroke the newcomer as he pushed into her drenched cunt. "Oh, how does my used pussy feel?" she asked him.

"Just incredible, the best thing I have ever felt around my cock." He heard Abbey laugh, then watched as she brought the new cock to her lips.

As he rocked back and forth within her cum filled cunt she used the motion to suck on the new strange cock. She was moaning loudly, and George watched the cock harden quickly. It was impressive in length and girth. Abbey pulled back a moment and looked over her shoulder. "Having fun fucking another man's cum deeper into my cunt? Or do you want to watch me take this bad boy?"

George moaned, "Keep talking like that, and I'm going to cum in you."

"Well, you should stop then. We don't want you to risk cumming in me, do we?" she pulled away from him, and he groaned at the loss. "How about I fuck this guy and give your cock a good suck? When he's done filling me, you can fuck even more black cum into your wife."

George shuddered at her words as she turned around and stood up. She lined the thick black cock up with her dripping slit and pushed back. "Oh fuck, he is huge," she groaned as the new cock stretched her out.

George also stood up and grabbed Abbey's head, guiding her down towards his cock. Peering over her back, he could see the black cock as it dipped under her arse. "Bet you never thought you would be fucking unknown men bareback in an adult shop," George said as she sucked her last lover's cum from his cock.

She moaned in agreement as she started rocking back and forth on the stranger. It was only a few strokes before her arse was slapping against the wall, and George pulled away from her mouth, not wanting to cum yet. "Such a slut wife, a queen of spades tattoo while fucking a strange black cock."

She smiled, "You love it. You love seeing your white wife fucking an unknown black man," she panted.

George nodded, "Turns me on so much," he said, sitting back and watching as she moaned on this stranger's cock.

There was a knock at the wall, and Abbey moaned, "He's about to fill me. Do you want him to cum in my cunt? And you can fuck me again?"

"Oh God, please," George's cock throbbed as he watched Abbey continue to fuck the unknown black cock.

She smiled at him before saying, "I love you." Which quickly shifted to a long moan from her as the man on the other side of the wall slammed home.