The German Teacher Pt. 02

The images from back in the shower reappeared in Frank's mind, and his body reacted immediately.

"It seems you like that image, honey," Sandra smirked at her husband as the bulge in his boxers was growing fast. "Maybe you'd like to watch the real thing tonight?"

Sandra's hands quickly freed Frank's hardened cock and began to stroke it, causing him to moan in pleasure.

"Would you... Would you really do that in front of me?" Frank asked as Sandra started massaging his balls as well.

"Yes," she answered. "Yes, I would do that if you wanted it."

Frank moaned heavily. "What if he wants to fuck you?"

"I don't know, baby. I can't say I dislike the idea," Sandra answered and stopped her work on Frank's balls. Her now free hand wandered down into her own boxers and straight on her clit, letting her own moans join her husband's.

"Wouldn't... Uh! Wouldn't that be too risky?" Frank raised his concern.

"According to my gynecologist, today and the following two days are the least fertile of my cycle. I should be safe, especially if he pulls out," Sandra replied.

"So you've actually been thinking about fucking him tonight?" Frank asked.

"Yes..."

"Without a condom?"

"Yes..."

"In front of your husband?"

"Yes..."

That was too much for Frank. Sandra hadn't even finished her last reply when he felt his balls contract and begin pumping out his cum. Sandra, taken by surprise, immediately leaned forward, opened her mouth and tried to catch the spurts of semen. Some went into her mouth, some on the floor before them or on her husband's thighs.

"Oh god, Frank!" Sandra moaned as her own orgasm set in. "I can't believe this is actually happening!"

When her orgasm was subsiding, Sandra, still kneeling in front of her husband, lay her head on his left thigh. Frank watched as her tongue was licking his cum off her lips.

"What have you planned for tonight?" Frank asked.

"Abam said he was going to have dinner before coming over so I'd say we simply watch a movie on the couch in the living room. I want you two to get to know each other," Sandra answered, looking up at him. "Listen, honey. I know you're nervous about this, and so am I. So why don't you just go out and watch the soccer game in the stadium with Patrick? That should get your mind off it and help you ease the tension. I'll go and have a lady's day at the spa with Eva and get ready."

Fran liked that idea. Watching his favorite team FC Nuremberg play would distract his mind from what was going to happen, and spending time with his old friend Patrick would certainly help too. Within thirty minutes, everything was organized, and Frank was on his way to Nuremberg.

Nuremberg lost 2:0, but Frank wasn't upset. To Patrick's curious question why he could remain so calm although such a loss would usually lead his blood to the boiling point Frank simply answered he didn't know and he wasn't feeling so well.

There was only one thing occupying Frank's mind. In less than two hours he was going to meet Abam. He was going to meet the black refugee his wife had a crush on. Doubts began to appear in his mind. Was that all really alright? Would the neighbors notice? What was going to happen? Would Sandra actually fuck him? Was she really not going to get pregnant?

Frank's cock responded for him. It started growing hard, especially on the thought of Sandra fucking her African lover. Even while driving on the Autobahn, he had to touch his growing bulge. There was no chance he would call it off now. The arousal was too big. The anticipation was too high. He was simply driving on, excited and ready for what may come.

A look at the watch told Frank it was 8:15 as he was entering the drive way. When he finally opened the front door, he could already hear voices coming from inside the house.

As he entered, Frank immediately saw him. He was early. A black man was sitting on their couch in the living room. Abam was just the way Frank had imagined him: very dark skin, athletic, about as tall as him, handsome and with short, black braids crowning his head.

"Hi," Frank said as he entered the house.

Abam immediately looked at him and got up. "Hello Herr Frank, my name is Abam. I am from Ghana, and I want to say thank you that you invited me to come to your house."

Frank didn't know what to admire first: Abam's athletic figure, his splendid pronunciation and grammar or the friendliness and politeness of his guest. They shook hands.

"Hello Abam. I'm Frank, Sandra's husband. I'm glad we finally get to know each other. I've heard so much about you."

A sudden touch of shyness seemed to overcome Abam's face when Frank mentioned his wife's name.

"Yes, it is good to meet you too. Sandra is a great teacher, and I am so happy that she helps me and my friends. You are very good people!" Abam said, and his white teeth were shining through his mouth, which was framed by full, black lips.

"Well, we try our best," Frank said. "Speaking of Sandra: where is she?"

"She went upstairs. She said that she wanted to make herself fresh, but I did not really understand what that means. She told me that I can sit on the couch and watch television and wait," Abam answered.

"Alright, I guess I'll join you then. Would you to drink a beer with me?" Frank asked, and Abam quickly agreed.

As they were waiting, they were watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother, which made Abam laugh a lot. They were drinking some of Frank's favorite beer from a local brewery, which tended to have the effect of letting one feel the alcohol quite quickly. Just what Frank needed.

As they continued watching the TV show, they quickly got to their second beer. Frank couldn't help but admire Abam's physique. He couldn't blame his wife for having a crush on him.

"Oh hello guys, sorry I took so long!" Sandra's voice came from behind the couch. Both Frank and Abam turned their heads.

Sandra came around and was now standing in front of them, and she was looking fabulous. Her long, red hair was hanging down her back, framing her perfectly shaped head. She had applied some makeup, just enough to highlight the natural beauty of her face. A moderately revealing, blue top was crowning her black skirt and below its hem, Frank could detect some garters, which obviously fastened the stockings to a garter belt.

Frank's wife had clearly made an effort, and it was paying off. Both Frank and Abam were staring at her with their mouths wide open.

In her hands she was holding a glass of red wine. It obviously hadn't been her first. Smiling at her husband and their guest, she made her way forward and quietly sat down between Frank and Abam, who had left a considerable gap between them, and she put the glass on the coffee table.

"Hey, honey," Sandra said to Frank and gave him a kiss. Then, to Frank's surprise, she turned to Abam and kissed him as well. It should have been the most awkward situation, but Sandra did as though it was the most normal thing in the world for a wife to welcome both her husband and an African refugee with a kiss on the lips.

"I'm so glad you two finally meet," Sandra said as she was pouring herself a glass of wine. "I've chosen a movie we can watch: the white Masai."

'The White Masai' is a movie about a German woman who falls in love with a Maasai warrior in Africa and decides to stay with him.

They were watching the movie for about 45 minutes. Apart from sporadic touches, nothing had really happened until then.

"Oh, that's so beautiful," Sandra suddenly said when the interracial couple in the movie finally came to their first proper love-making. "Her white skin against his is so sexy."

"Yes, it is very beautiful," Abam remarked and looked at Sandra with a smile. "Almost as beautiful as you."

Sandra was looking him in the eyes.

"Oh Abam," she said, leaned forward and kissed him.

Frank was lost for words when he realized his wife was making out with her black student right there in front of him.

He watched on as his wife and their African guest were kissing passionately. Suddenly, Sandra turned around, and with passionate and dreamy eyes, she kissed him too. Their tongues met, and Frank was glad he could show Abam that his wife still belonged to him as well.

After they had made out for several minutes, Sandra got up, turned the TV off and faced them.

"Did you enjoy watching a white woman giving herself to a black man?" she asked.

Both Frank and Abam nodded.

"What do you say: shall I do the same?" Sandra asked and with a sexy smile she took off her top, and since she hadn't been waring any bra, revealed her naked upper body. Her beautiful, perky breasts were highlighted by stiff nipples, sticking proudly into the air.

A single step brought Sandra right between Abam's thigh's and as she was slowly going down to her knees, she signaled Frank to move closer to their black guest.

"Would you please get your cock out, honey?" was all Sandra said, as her hands moved forward and opened Abam's pants. Frank gladly obeyed as he and Abam watched his wife reach inside Abam's boxers and uncover his black cock.

Especially when compared to his own cock, which he had gotten out, Frank couldn't help but admire the semi-hard flesh of the black man next to him. Not only was it longer than his but also quite thicker. Jealousy was building up inside him, but it had no chance against the incredible arousal the situation was giving him.

"Honey," Sandra spoke to Frank, redirecting his focus from the black cock to his wife, "do you give me permission to do this? Do you give your wife permission to give pleasure to another man?"

"Y...," Frank could feel the reluctance within him. "Yes," he managed to say.

"Yes what?" Sandra said and started slowly stroking Abam's cock as she was kneeling semi-naked in front of him. "I... We need to hear it from you. He needs to hear the German husband allowing his wife to do this."

"Yes," Frank's mouth pronounced the words without Frank's mind being able to follow the situation. "Yes, I allow you to take Abam's cock into your mouth, darling."

The words had been said. It was happening now.

With a loving smile, Sandra's head slowly went down towards Abam's big, black cock. Her eyes never left those of her husband as her lips engulfed the thick head of Abam's flesh. The contrast of her white cheeks to the black skin of the African penis was more than breathtaking. Frank had no choice but to start stroking himself. The sexual pressure that sight was building up within him was too high.

A deep moan escaped Abam's lips, and his breath got heavier. It took Sandra very little time to adjust to the seize of his cock and start giving him a proper blowjob. Her left hand was gliding up and down his shaft as her right one reached down under her skirt and inside her panties. The flesh inside her mouth muffled her moans.

"Oh Frank, I can't believe this is happening," Sandra said, looking up at her husband but continuing to stroke Abam. A mixed drop of both her saliva and Abam's precum was running down her chin.

Suddenly Abam took hold of her arms and started pulling her up. Although Sandra seemed slightly hesitant to follow his direction, she slowly rose to her feet and let him pull her towards him. She climbed the couch and when she was standing above him, Abam pulled down her panties. When her underwear was gone, rose her skirt, grabbed her firm, round ass and started pulling her towards him.

"Oh my god, Abam," Sandra whispered in awe as the distance between her already dripping pussy and Abam's mouth was steadily shrinking. Frank felt a new wave of lust in his cock when the black man's mouth consumed her pussy lips, crowned by her trimmed, red landing strip.

As Abam started to pleasure her with his tongue, Sandra almost grunted of lust and went into a slight squatting position to grant her lover better access to her opening. Her hands embraced Abam's head and pulled him closer to her pussy, which until that moment had never been touched by any man other than Frank for all their marriage.

"Oh god, Abam," Sandra almost squealed, "keep going! Please! Keep going! Your making... Your making me... Uhhh! Uhhh!"

Frank almost lost control and nearly came himself as he witnessed his wife's body spasm and twitch as she was cumming right in front of him. He felt more than overwhelmed on the sight of his wife experiencing an orgasm by another man. His brain screamed and begged him to stop that absurd scene at once, but his cock was commanding him to let it happen.

When her orgasm subsided, Sandra, exhausted and smiling, let herself sink down on her knees. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her black garter belt attached to her stockings. As she was straddling her black lover, his gorgeous, big cock was towering behind her, aligning itself with the crack of her lovely butt.

"Thank you, my African king! That was so good!" Sandra said, leaned forward and kissed Abam like a true lover as her arms were embracing him.

"You are welcome, my white, German queen," Abam answered her in English. "Please! I must have you! You are driving me crazy! I must be inside of you!"

"Would you put on a condom? I'm still not on any birth control," Sandra asked, biting her lip. She took a quick glance at Frank, who was sitting next to them, still slowly stroking his cock and carefully listening to every word.

Abam shook his head. "No, my queen. My flesh must enter you pure and uncovered, like that of a husband inside his wife."

Upon hearing that, a gasp escaped Sandra's lips. Abam seemed to feel he had her on the brink when he reached down with his right hand and placed his thumb at his German teacher's already swollen clit. Her body responded harmoniously to his thumbs movements by letting her hips rock back and forth, making his black cock slide up and down her crack.

"Mmmh, Frank," Sandra moaned, looking at him with half-closed eyes, "what do you think? Should I do it? Oh, honey, I'm so tempted to let Abam fuck me bare."

"W... Would you really do that?" Frank answered, his cock still in his hand. "Would you fuck him without protection? Here in front of me?" He gulped.

"Oh gosh, honey, I would," Sandra said in a dreamy voice. "I would if you wanted it too."

Franks mind was running riot. No, he didn't want that. Yes, he wanted it. He felt as if his hormones were waging a brutal war inside his head.

"The... The decision is yours, darling," Frank finally managed to say. He couldn't believe he'd just uttered those words.

"I want to do it," Sandra's words penetrated Frank's mind like a knife. "I need it. Will you help me?"

Sandra's eyes were now wide open, focused on her loving husband.

Frank nodded.

"Please kneel down behind me, Frank," Sandra's request sounded like a plea and a demand at once.

With his emotions still running wild, Frank quietly got up and knelt down behind his wife and between the legs of the African migrant, who was about to fuck his darling wife. The massive, black cock was in his plain sight, just as his wife's perfect, white ass behind it.

"Honey, I would like you to do something for me," Sandra said in English, turning her back around to talk to her husband. "Please remove Abam's pants for me and hold his cock up for me! Can you do that?"

A shiver ran down Frank's spine. Had his wife really just asked him to undress another man and grasp his cock? And why was she talking to him in English? She obviously wanted to make sure Abam would understand her.

"D... Darling," Frank's reply started with stuttering. "W... What are you asking of me?"

"Please, honey," Sandra continued. "Please, do this for me. I want to show Abam, that you, my husband, really are okay with this. I want to show him that you really want me to have sex with him. Please, do it!"

Frank's hands reached forward and grabbed Abam's pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Was he really doing that?

Inch by inch the fabric was sinking down the black thighs as Frank was pulling on it.

Had he lost his mind?

Abam lifted his feet to help him take off his pants entirely.

Was it really going to happen now?

Sandra looked back and gave her husband one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen on her. His body turned into stone, forcing him to watch on as Sandra's knees went up to let her feet move forward to the back of the couch. Abam's hands supported her beautiful ass as she lifted it above his waiting cock as her hands were still around his neck.

The pleading look in Sandra's eyes was all it took to make Frank do the unthinkable. Kneeling in front of them and with his own hard cock sticking out of his pants, he reached out and for the first time in his entire life, he grasped another man's cock.

Even though Frank's hand wasn't small at all, the girth of that big, black cock did surprise him when his fingers enclosed it. His thumb barely made contact with his index finger. The soft but firm texture of Abam's skin and the continuous pulsation of the blood in his cock were the last indicators to tell Frank that it was happening now. His life and that of his wife would change forever.

"Thank you, honey," Sandra seemed to speak in English exclusively now. "I know how much strength this takes you, and I'm so grateful you can muster it. Please guide him into me."

With those words, Sandra let her body sink down again. Slowly but steadily, her swollen and ready pussy was approaching her black lover's throbbing cock. Frank was both paralyzed and hypnotized at once as he pointed Abam's cock directly at the nearing opening of his wife. No condom. Unprotected.

Then the moment had arrived. The moment, both Frank and Sandra had so often fantasized about.

Frank was watching on in awe, and he was holding Abam's cock in place when Sandra inhaled deeply as her pussy lips were pushed aside by the thick mushroom head. Bit by bit, breath by breath, Sandra kept letting her body sink down on the black shaft as her wetness provided enough lubrication for her to slide down without any interruption.

Frank removed his hand to resume touching himself on the magnificent scene unfolding before him.

"Oh god, Abam!" Sandra squealed. "What are you doing to me? Uh! You're stretching me out, baby!"

Abam moaned, "Yes, my white goddess! You feel so incredible! Let me complete you!"

Suddenly, before Sandra had reached the end of Abam's shaft, her body began to tremble. In disbelief Frank witnessed his young wife experience a second orgasm by another man, without even having fucked.

"Are you alright, darling?" Frank asked when Sandra had calmed down and consumed all of Abam's cock.

"Uh-huh!" Sandra responded, looking back at him. "Oh, honey, it's so incredible! I've never been so filled in my entire life!"

Although a part of him felt hurt and humiliated by those words, Frank couldn't help but experience massive arousal on the thought that his wife was enjoying the sex with her African student and that he was the one that had helped her arrange it.

When Sandra had calmed down from her climax, she started slowly rising up and down on her lover's flesh.

The sight of Abam's black cock disappearing in his wife's white body, the smell, their sounds were sensations Frank couldn't just handle casually. He felt himself in a constant state of being overwhelmed by everything: his jealousy, his arousal, his suffering and his never-ending craving for more.

Every 30 seconds or so, he had to stop stroking himself or he would have cum before them, and if there was one thing he wanted to avoid then it was the state of a radical sexual breakdown while Sandra and Abam were still busy.

When they had been fucking for about 10 minutes, Sandra got up and turned around. She knelt down again and resumed riding Abam while facing Frank.

"Do... Do you like what you see, honey?" Sandra asked her husband as she was moving her hips up and down. "Is it what you had imagined?"