Anthea had arrived at her parents’ home that lunchtime with trepidation and she left a couple of hours later still filled with trepidation. But everything had changed. The issues surrounding her pregnancy were settled now. They had accepted it and they were supportive; she knew that they would be there for them all. Her problem now though was how to deal with their situation. Ten months ago she would have been totally perplexed by their revelations but now she understood. She had cuckolded her own husband and was carrying her lover’s child. She understood cuckolding now but she wondered if her mum and dad really understood what they were letting themselves in for.
She had experienced the sexual pleasures that her mum would get from it and she had experienced at first hand the sexual joys in store for her dad. She remembered well her first thrill from her relationship with Ben. Sitting down next to him on that settee at the party she had felt the heat from his body as they watched a black male coupling with a white female. She had glanced down at his groin and seen the growing bulge resulting from scenes of the man’s huge manhood thrusting in and out of the woman’s sex; she had felt that tingle between her thighs and the dampness of her crotch watching her enjoy orgasm after orgasm. She had also felt the touch of his hand on her thigh as he stood up after the film. He had made it look so innocent, a balancing act to get him to his feet but she had felt his warmth and his tremble as his flesh made contact with her flesh.
She had also seen the look in his eye. She knew the look of male lust having seen it often in men she had come into contact with but this look was different. It wasn’t just the stripping away of her clothes with his eyes; she could almost feel his touch as well, his hands on her breasts arousing her and his fingers touching her sex, exploring her. It did not happen all that often but she certainly felt it then. Then there was his chatting up. He seemed so disappointed when she made it clear to him that they were not swingers and that Jack did not let her see other men. She had enjoyed his attention and his sadness had affected her.
She saw that hope return again later when they agreed he could stay the night and he seemed so relaxed as they sat with a nightcap. Then the sadness returned when Jack offered to show him his room. His feet moved with reluctance as he followed Jack out of the room but then suddenly he turned around and looked at her one more time. The look of lust had returned but this time he slowly and deliberately ran his tongue over his top lip. She could almost feel it sliding over her clitoris.
Anthea knew that her mum would have similar experiences. Then there was her dad.
What had surprised her most was Jack’s reaction that night and the next morning. They went to bed together soon after Ben went to his room and they undressed in silence. Anthea looked at him as she slipped on a thigh length white silk nightdress, he had an erection. As she slipped into bed beside him he pulled her to him and kissed her. She didn’t really want to make love to him with a stranger within hearing distance but his fingers began to arouse her. “I hope that you’re not going to sneak into Ben’s room after I fall asleep,” he told her with smile.
“Of course not,” she responded as Jack slipped down the bed and pushed her clothing up over her breasts.
She moaned softly as his tongue made contact with her sex. “You do know what they say about those guys don’t you?”
“No,” she sighed.
“They have big ones; very big ones,” he said quietly. “And they can fuck for hours.”
His tongue penetrated her and she quickly became lost in the imagery inside her head. She began to imagine Ben’s hands on her again. Lifting her thighs back just like the man in the movie; resting her legs on his broad shoulders as he thrust his huge manhood inside her. She could imagine being fucked like that; pinned down and being used for sexual pleasure. Black skin against white skin; black flesh pleasuring white flesh.
“I bet he’s much bigger than me,” Jack said as slipped his cock inside her.
He felt harder than normal and he fucked her with more aggression than he usually did. His hands slipped under her bottom to hold her tighter against him and she quickly found herself on the verge of an orgasm. Her thoughts of Ben being in the next room quickly disappeared as she let go and got lost in the moment. Her inhibitions just seemed to melt away and Anthea embraced her joy with a string of orgasms. It was only afterwards when Jack had slipped into a deep sleep that she wondered what Ben must have thought about her very vocal enjoyment of sex.
She arose early next morning. It was light outside and it was only seven o’clock but it was the weekend. The world outside was quiet. Normally she would have slipped downstairs for a cup of tea wearing only what she had slept in but she remembered that they had a guest staying. She wouldn’t want to bump into Ben in such a state so she pulled on a pair of panties and put on her dressing gown. She was glad that she had done it because Ben suddenly appeared from upstairs as the kettle finished boiling. She offered him a drink and he asked for a coffee.
“Jack still sleeping, hey?”
She nodded and told him that she often got up early to have a cup of tea and then go back to bed. He smiled. “You seem a happy girl this morning,” he commented. She knew instinctively what he was referring to.
“Hope we didn’t keep you awake,” she teased.
He smiled once again. “It was too short to delay my sleep.”
She laughed to herself. ‘The bugger had an answer for everything’, she thought.
“Was that because I was here?” he asked. “The passion, I mean.”
