The Sweet Wife Series

Chapter One-5

His scent was strong but, she was surprised to realize, she didn’t mind. Only twice in her marriage had she sucked Brian’s c**k. He’d put his shaving cologne all over it. His c**k smelled like lavender antiseptic. This was much different. Travis’s testicles were warm and smooth and smelled pungently of s*x. She found the scent and taste were making her hot. Saliva kept flowing into her mouth. She used the flat of her tongue and lapped at his ball sack like a puppy. He cupped his balls and lifted them. With the other hand he turned her and forced her to sit so that she was under his testicles and facing forward. He slid partly off his chair. She knew what he wanted. She tilted her head and strained upward. She licked the place between the base of his testicles and the crack of his ass. The fetid scent of his ass and crotch was almost overwhelming, but she found herself breathing him in, deeply. She felt her secretions oozing from her slit.

He sighed, “Ahh, that’s it. Do like that. You got a hot tongue. Keep doin me like that. Tease me.”

She wanted desperately to touch herself but didn’t. She drew back a little and flicked the tip of her tongue along the spot he’d presented her with. Then, hesitating, she blew against the wet skin. When her mouth was full of saliva she pushed up against him, her nose almost in his ass crack, his balls against her chin. She groaned and licked, and licked, wanting to please him.

Suddenly, he lifted up and moved back on the chair. He turned her around and tilted her face up. “I think you gonna be a good little cocksucker. Some women, especially white women, hate the smell and taste of a black man. Some don’t care one way or the other. But there’s a few who take to it, you know. It makes their mouths fill up with spit, makes their n*****s hard, makes their cunts soppin wet. What did it do to you?” He held her chin so she couldn’t look away.

Color flushed her cheeks. Her eyes were bright and her lips glistened. “The…the scent of you and…and taste,” she swallowed, “did all of those things.”

His huge c**k had hardened. He gripped it with one hand and waved it back and forth in front of her. She could see the fat veins like night crawlers twist along its length. The bulbous head was still encased in foreskin. His c**k seemed even blacker than the rest of his body. “Eleven by seven,” he said. “And you gonna learn to take all of it, or most of it. Open wide,” he ordered.

She was frightened. His c**k was so unbelievably long and thick. Once more, she wanted to turn away but found herself unable to. She opened her mouth.

“Wider,” he said.

She watched, hypnotized, as he skinned it back. The massive purple-black head emerged like a huge plum. She noticed the print of her lipstick on his pee hole. The ridge that encircled the head was deep. Slowly, he drew her forward, permitting her to adjust gradually to the size. Soon, her mouth was stretched as wide as possible and the silky smooth head of his c**k slowly disappeared into it. Her lips formed a tight seal around the ridge. Instinctively, she began to move her tongue against the bottom of his cockhead where it met the ridge.

Travis nodded across the room at Brian, “I think your wife’s a natural born cocksucker,” he said. “She still got a lot to learn, but you can see she ain’t refusin it.” Gently, he eased his c**k further into her mouth. When she gagged, he pulled back. She kept looking up, her mouth open waiting for him, her eyes tearing. “Relax your throat,” he said. “Don’t fight it.” She breathed through her nose and tried to stretch her mouth wider. He pushed deeper. Her mouth was filled with his engorged prick. She could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. He realized the most she could take this first time was a little less than half. Deciding that was enough for now, he pulled back withdrawing completely. His black c**k glistened with her saliva. “You can use your hands but just to hold it while you lick.” She lifted his heavy c**k. Her small hands could not encircle it. She stared at the head thinking that just a moment ago it was inside her mouth hot and throbbing. She saw her spittle in the deep ridge. She felt a tremor pass through her body. Bending her head, she slowly ran her tongue along the full length of its underside. Bending lower, she started at his ball sack and licked upward to the ridge which she circled with the tip of her tongue as she looked up into his face.

He stared down at her, his face solemn, “You’re making love to it, ain’t you, baby. Makin love to my big black d**k with your sweet honey mouth?”

Holding his c**k now with both hands, she rubbed it against one cheek then against the other. Where it touched her cheeks, it left wet streaks. “Yes,” she said, “I’m making love to it, making love to your black cock.” She lowered her head once more and began to lick the bottom, the top, the sides.

He pushed her head back. “Just hold my d**k and look at it,” he said. She could feel it pulse in her hands. The entire length of his c**k glistened with her spittle. She felt herself wanting to take it in her mouth again, wanting to feel it fill her mouth and push deeper. She imagined great spurts of hot, thick c*m exploding from it. The frightening thought came to her that she wanted his c*m, wanted to taste it, wanted to swallow it. As if he were reading her mind he said, “You’re hungry for the black man’s c*m, ain’t you, baby?”

Still staring at his c**k she shook her head vigorously, then looked up at him. “I…I’m so confused, uncertain about…about.” She glanced at his c**k then back at him. “Yes,” she said, “I want your cum.”

“Well, you got to earn it. Ain’t that right? You got to earn your black lover’s cum.” He moved her head forward, “Just lick around the rim,” he said. With the tip of her tongue, she circled his rim, looking up at him all the while. He tilted her head back. “What you got to say about earnin my c*m?”

“I will. I mean I want to...to earn it, earn your cum.”

“You want it in your mouth or in your cunt?”

“In my mouth. If…if…you put it inside me ….you can’t do that. You can’t c*m inside me.”

His big hand tightened painfully on her chin, his fingernails digging into her cheek. “You givin me orders, little b***h? You fuckin telling me what I can and can’t do?”

“No,” she struggled to speak. He relaxed his grip. “I mean, it’s just that…that…”

“In another month you gonna be doin all kinds of tricks to earn your main man’s c*m and whether I dump my load in your mouth or your cunt ain’t gonna matter.”

There it was again, his confident belief that this insane thing was going to continue beyond tonight. She decided she better remind him that she’d agreed to no more than one night. He seemed to be waiting for her to speak. She took a deep breath, “I admit that…that…this is different than I’d expected, that I feel differently than I’d imagined I might. You frighten me and yet…I’m…I’m…”

“You’re hotter than you ever been in your fuckin life and you know it. Look at that c**k you got in your hands. You ain’t never seen a c**k like that. You ain’t ever had a chance to get f****d by a c**k like that. If this is gonna be just a one night stand, I’m walkin out of here right now.” He sat back and asked indifferently, “You want me to walk or stay?”

She had to tell him to leave. If she didn’t the implication was clear. It would mean she was agreeing to see him again. She couldn’t do that. She just couldn’t. There was her marriage. More importantly, there were the children. My God, he gave her the opportunity to bring this to an end right now. All she had to do was tell him to go. She felt his hard c**k begin to subside. “Stay,” she said.

He leaned forward, his face close to hers. “You know what you’re sayin? You know that stay don’t mean just tonight.”

She looked away from him. It was several moments before she answered. She felt her heart pounding and heard a voice inside crying out for her to order him out of her house and her life. She turned back and looked up into his arrogant face and hard eyes. “I know what I’m saying,” she answered.

He nodded, “Good. You belong to me then. Whenever I want you, you’re mine. Say it.”

“I…I...can’t say it.” She paused, “I can’t. Not right now, anyway.”

He pulled her up and kissed her. His thick lips were warm. She slid her tongue into his mouth. Her breasts were pressed tight against him. His hands kneaded her bare ass cheeks. She held his face to hers and when he pulled away she groaned inwardly. He was so massive, so terribly black, so demanding…and his c**k, the thought of it stretching her, imagining the full length of it inside her, remembering the hot musky taste of it. She knew she couldn’t have let him walk out. Although the fact that she’d said “stay” meant she was agreeing to meet him again, there was no reason she had to keep her word. After tonight that would be the end of it.

He pushed her away and gestured toward the bed, “Sit over there and keep your legs spread,” he said. She sat on the bed and was surprised to see Brian still standing in the doorway. She’d forgotten all about him. Quickly he moved his hand from his crotch and turned away. How pathetically weak he is, she thought. Travis had removed his pants and shirt. His chest and enormous belly were streaked with sweat. His huge c**k swung between his legs as he crossed to stand before her. “You like showin me your white cunt?” he asked.

She felt herself blushing again, “Yes.” He waited. “Yes, I like showing you my...my white cunt.”

“Who does that white cunt belong to now?”

“You. It belongs to you.”

He lifted his heavy c**k and let it drop. “You think you can take this? Take all of it?”

She had seen a c**k this size only once. They’d taken the children to a farm animal exhibit. There was a donkey in the farmyard with an erection. Staring at the monstrous c**k dangling in front of her she said, “No…not all. It will tear me...but…but…I’ll try.”

“Yeah, well you look like you might turn out to be somethin worth keepin. I’m gonna break you in right, go slow. In a little while you gonna be wantin my d**k so bad you’ll do anything to have it.” He paused to look hard at her. “You know what I’m sayin….anything.”

She felt a tremor of fear and a sinking sensation in her stomach. It was as if she were, for the first time, about to hurtle down the highest drop of a terrifying roller coaster ride. She turned her head and saw their images in the full mirror. He loomed over her like a grotesque black giant. Her nakedness once more brought the color to her cheeks. Next to him she seemed so very tiny and delicate, her milk white skin almost luminous against the deep black of his. He pointed to the floor in front of him, “Get on your knees and take the position,” he said matter-of-factly.

He took her place on the bed and parted his legs. She knelt before him once more with her hands clasped behind her neck, her breasts pushed forward, her long n*****s stiff. He nodded in approval. “You got that right. Now, you need to learn some things to say when you’re in the position.” He stared at her for a moment. There was something about his eyes that scared her. They were black and bright and hard. “You got to say, ‘I’m on my knees to worship my black lover’s cock.’ You got to keep sayin it over and over till I hold up my hand which is a signal for you to stop. All the time you’re sayin them words you got to look at my prick, look at nothing else till your mouth fills with spit. You got that?”