When the Masons returned home, they could see that Malik had the newly repaired gate back on its hinges.  “Hey, Mister M!” the young man called when they got out of the car.  “I’m down to adjusting the gate so that it don’t scrape, then I just need to clean up the tools and a few scraps.  That should do for the whole project!”

Tim gave him a thumbs up.  “I did a walk around this morning to see the rest of your work,” he stated.  “Great job, man.  When you’re done, come on in – I’ll go ahead and pay you for the job.”

Malik agreed, and Tim and April carried the groceries inside.  As they worked on putting them away, April spoke up.

“So what is your next job for him?” she asked.

“I was just debating that,” he admitted.  “I was thinking about getting him to replace the floor in the mud room, but painting the garage may be a better choice.  What do you think?” he asked.

“Painting seems good.  He can do that without much supervision.  I guess you’ll stop by Lowe’s tomorrow, then?” she wondered.

Tim nodded.  “I think so.  Assuming that he wants the work…” he trailed off.

April laughed.  “Somehow, I don’t think that will be an issue,” she declared.

Once the groceries were put up, they started lunch prep.  A few minutes later, they heard the back door open, then a knock.

“Mister M?” called Malik’s voice.  “You told me to come in after I was done?”

“Yep, we’re in the kitchen,” Tim replied.

In walked a sweaty Malik.  The young man set his cooler down and gave a tired grin.  “It’s hot out there!” he declared.  “But that does it for the fence.  The gate is working great – better than before.  All the rotten boards and rails are replaced.  I think we are done.”

Tim nodded.  “Great job, man,” he responded.  “We really appreciate it.”  The older man grabbed an envelope off of the counter.  “You texted me that you had worked thirty-three hours before this morning… I figure you’ve been here three hours today.  So that’s thirty-six hours, give or take, right?”  The young man nodded. 

“Okay,” Tim continued.  “So let’s round that to seven hundred fifty dollars, just to be sure that we aren’t shorting you any hours, okay?”

Malik grinned as Tim offered him the envelope.  The teen glanced inside, then frowned.  “Uh, Mister M,” he stated, “I only see hundreds in here.  Maybe you miscounted?”

It was Tim’s turn to smile.  “Nah, it’s counted right.  There should be nine bills in there.  That includes a little bonus from us; you handled everything so well, you didn’t need any help, everything I’ve looked at seems to be real quality. You deserve it.”

Malik’s grin was so wide that it looked like it might split his face.  “Thank y’all both.  Thank you, Mister M, Missus M!”

Time smiled in return.  “No, thank you.  We appreciate the hard work.”  A look passed over his face.  “Say, do you want to join us for lunch?  I was about to throw burgers on the grill.  At his offer, April shot her husband a sideways glance but said nothing. 

Malik’s face twisted and he looked a little embarrassed.  “I’d love to,” he replied, “but to be honest, I’m kinda rank.  I’ve been sweatin’ pretty good out there in the sun.  I don’t think you want me too close, especially not if you’re eatin’.”  A pause hung in the air for a moment after the young man’s proclamation.

April rolled her eyes.  “Nonsense, Malik.  You can grab a shower and put on some of Matt’s old clothes.  They will be loose on you, but you’re just hanging out with us for lunch, you don’t have to be fancy.”

Malik shook his head.  “You don’t have to twist my arm!  Thanks, I’ll go get cleaned up.”

As the teen left the kitchen, Tim smirked at his wife, who pretended to not notice.

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By the time that Malik got out of the shower, lunch was well on the way to being ready.  The teen entered the kitchen in baggy clothes that hung off of him. 

“Matt had some athletic shorts that worked what with the elastic and all,” the teen explained, “but all his shirts are too big.”

“No big deal,” Tim reassured him.  “It’s just us and some burgers.”

Over the meal, Tim brought up the garage painting job.  “It’s a lot of work – I don’t think there’s any real rot, but you’ll need to strip off any flaking paint, and you’ll need to re-caulk around the doors.  Then the whole thing needs to be taped, primed, and painted.  None of it is hard, but it will just take time – and you’ll need to pay attention to detail,” he explained.

“And you need to watch out for my flowers,” April interjected.  “Don’t go tromping all over them!”

Malik grinned.  “Yes ma’am,” he responded seriously.  “I will be careful with them.”  He looked at Tim.  “But yeah, I’m game.  I appreciate you findin’ more things for me to do.”

Tim nodded.  “It’s like we told you before,” he explained.  “You need some money; we need this stuff done.  It helps you, but it helps us, too.  And then, I don’t have to pay some handyman who will probably rip me off and do a shoddy job.”

Malik made a serious face.  “You know I won’t do that.  I’ma take care of y’all, Mister M.”

Tim smiled.  “We know that you will, Malik.  Tell you what – I’ll stop by Lowe’s on the way home from work tomorrow.  You can start Tuesday, or whenever after that works for your schedule, okay?”

The teen nodded.  “It’s a deal!” he agreed.

The rest of the meal was spent in pleasant chitchat.  Malik talked about his regular work schedule, about his grandmother and her apparently famous cookies, about a nice sports car he had seen a few days ago.  Tim and April discussed paint color choices for the garage - beige paint with off-white trim won out, as April didn’t want any bold colors to distract from her flowers.  Tim and Malik ran over a list of necessary supplies and tools for the upcoming job.  April talked about starting a Netflix series later that evening that she had been wanting to watch with Tim, and Malik was enthusiastic about catching the Braves game on TV.

Eventually, Tim got up from the table and moved to put the leftovers away.  As he did that, April stacked the dishes and carried them on the counter to rinse and load into the dishwasher.  When he closed the refrigerator door, Tim did a double take.  The redhead was loading the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, apparently… but she was bent over at the waist with her ass stuck out as she positioned a single plate into the bottom rack.  Then, in what felt like slow motion, she straightened, examined another plate, then bent back at the waist to carefully load it into the bottom rack, as well. 

Tim felt a jolt of adrenaline run through his body, causing his heart rate to rapidly accelerate.  A glance at the kitchen doorway revealed exactly what he thought that it would – Malik was standing there, mouth slightly open, drinking in the sight in front of him. 

Even though Tim had grown accustomed to his wife teasing the black teen like this – and other young guys, as well – this felt like a massive escalation of her previous activities.  Always before, April would pretend to be actually doing something when she showed off her body.  The target of her teasing could never say for absolute certainty that they weren’t simply in the right place at the right time; even though her displays were hardly subtle, she had always maintained plausible deniability in her actions.

But after last night, when Malik had learned beyond a shadow of a doubt that the redhead had been intentionally teasing him, things had changed.  When Tim’s admittedly intoxicated wife had gotten down on all fours in front of the love seat, the teen had decided to escalate things; he had touched April, and it had quickly led to actual intercourse.  For her to tease him again like this could only be viewed as an open invitation.  Tim knew it, April had to know it – surely, there was no other way that Malik would interpret her actions, either.

Apparently satisfied that the plate was loaded properly, April slowly stood back up, examined the last plate, then slowly bent down again.  This time, she gave a slight wiggle to her ass.  Of course, it was blatantly obvious that she was taking far longer at the chore than it could ever possibly take to load the dishwasher, but that little wiggle seemed to clearly cross the line beyond any sort of harmless flirtation or innocent tease.

Tim clearly was not the only one to take it that way.  Malik glanced at the older man, then took step into the kitchen, an obvious bulge forming in the borrowed athletic shorts.  When Tim didn’t react, Malik smirked and closed the ground between himself and his friend’s mother.  Even though the teen didn’t hesitate, it seemed that time slowed drastically for Tim as once again, that black hand stretched out towards his wife’s ass. 

Just before he touched her, April spoke up.  “Malik, just what do you think you are huuunnnhh…” her question devolved into a groan.  The young man had avoided all preamble; last night, he had rubbed the woman’s ass for a bit before he had escalated anything.  This time, the contact of his hand against April’s ass was momentary at best as he slid it directly down to cup her crotch from behind.  Tim could see subtle movement in Malik’s forearm, and knew that the teen was clearly stimulating the redhead’s pussy through her clothing.  April seemed to revel in the sensations, making no attempt to move or dissuade the young man.  

Holy shit.  Was this actually happening again?

As Tim silently watched, Malik continued to caress April’s crotch, his fingers clearly putting pressure against her labia.  Tim heard his wife whine softly, saw her legs spread a little to allow better access.  As Malik rubbed April, he stroked himself through the borrowed shorts, causing the tent in them to grow drastically.  The way that the black teen just stepped in there and took control like he had every right to feel the wife up threw Tim off balance. 

This went on for a minute or two, then Malik released his dick, put his arms around April’s waist, and encouraged her to stand up and turn around.  The young man’s face was full of fiery passion as he leaned in and planted a kiss on April’s lips.  Tim’s wife had an unfocused expression on her face as the teen moved to kiss her; she seemed to react almost automatically, allowing his to press his lips to hers, tilting her head to the side to facilitate the kiss.  As Tim stared, he drank in the contrast of Malik’s dark, thicker lips against April’s pale white skin and pink lips.  He saw April’s mouth open, saw their mouths moving, realized that the black teen was now sliding his tongue inside the wife’s mouth – and knew that she was not only letting him, but was clearly responding in kind.

The kiss came to and end, and April seemed to grab on to some semblance of focus.  “Malik,” she started, “I think that you need to… unnnhhh…”

Once again, the teen had dropped his hand down to the mother’s crotch and had begun to steadily rub her pussy through her shorts, but now, he had brought his lips to her neck and began to kiss and nuzzle her creamy skin.  April’s gaze roamed around the kitchen; she made eye contact with her husband, with a face that seemed almost pleading.  Worried that she needed help, Tim stepped up close.  Malik glanced at Tim’s face, but seeing no actual opposition, kept on with what he was doing.  

Tim leaned in close to his wife’s ear and murmured softly.  “Are you okay?” he asked.  “What do you want me to do here?”

April looked at him unsteadily.  “I… erm… I’m not… oh God…” she moaned.  Her eyelids drifted down, lidding the vibrant green in obviously growing lust. 

Tim leaned in to plant his own kiss on April’s mouth, and his wife responded enthusiastically.  When she softly moaned into his mouth, Tim felt a shudder run through his own body – he knew where the teen’s hand was.  He knew that moan wasn’t from something he himself was doing to April, but from the efforts of this kid to turn her on.

When the kiss broke, Malik smirked slightly.  “Girl, I didn’t even get to see them titties before,” he stated.  “We gon’ fix that now,” he added with confidence in his voice.

When the teen reached out and grabbed the bottom of April’s blouse, Tim marveled at how his wife raised her arms and allowed the kid to peel it off of her.  He was so used to the woman’s fiery, take-charge personality, so accustomed to her no-nonsense approach with Matt and all of his friends, that this compliant, almost subservient side of her just rocked Tim to his core.  Malik grinned when April’s light pink bra came into view, and though it nicely framed her ample breasts, that wasn’t enough for him.

“Lose the bra,” he ordered.  “I want to really see them.”

Tim expected her to balk at the order, to at least chastise the teen for his tone.  Instead, April reached behind her back, unclipped the garment, and tossed it to the side.  Those full, creamy breasts with their pale pink nipples came into view, causing Malik’s face to split into a wide, toothy grin.

“Hell, yeah!” he exclaimed.  “Damn, baby – I’ve dreamed about these titties so many times over the years.  But they even better than I dreamed!” 

Unceremoniously, Malik leaned forward and enveloped a pink nipple into his mouth.  April’s head tilted back in pleasure, and her hands came behind the young man’s head, rubbing the short stubble of his hair, almost pulling his face into her breast.  When he released the nipple, it stood full and proud, damp and glistening in the light as he moved to the other breast to repeat the treatment.

Tim had been worrying that Malik would cross a line with his conduct.  As he watched April’s head loll back while the black kid sucked on her nipple, Tim began to consider that perhaps a line didn’t actually exist.

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Somehow, the trio ended up in the master bedroom.  Tim wasn’t entirely sure how the teenager had led a half-naked April and her husband though the house, but here they were.  It was as if the young man had a spell on both of the Masons; April seemed like she would do pretty much anything that the kid wanted, and Tim felt some inexorable pull to go along with whatever the two of them did.

The young man pulled the oversized tee shirt off to reveal his skinny dark chest; for a moment, it struck Tim as absurd that his wife was under the spell of a guy who looked like that.  But then, the borrowed athletic shorts hit the floor, and the absurdly oversized tool in his pants popped out.

April’s eyes went wide as she took in the sight of Malik’s phallus.  “Holy shit,” she breathed.  “I knew that it had to be big, but I never really saw it last night.”  Her expression was one of some blend of wonder and hesitation.  “How the hell did you fit all of that thing inside of me?” she asked.

Malik grinned.  “Girl, you was so wet, it wasn’t a problem.  I bet you wet like that again, too.  It’ll fit.  But right now,” he said as he climbed up on the Masons’ bed like he owned it, “why don’t you hop up here and suck on it a little bit first?”

Like a moth drawn to a flame, April climbed obediently up onto the bed.  The teen settled himself in among the pillows of the Masons’ marital bed as if he were at home; Tim’s wife crawled up on all fours, then reached her hand out to grab Malik’s tool.  Her green eyes were wide in wonder as she looked down – there was a dark gap between her pale fingers.

“It’s so thick that my hand literally doesn’t fit all the way around it,” April breathed in a low, almost reverent tone. 

Malik did not seem interested in her commentary, however.  He reached down and worked his dark fingers through April’s red curls; she took the hint from the pressure on the back of her head and lowered her mouth to the thick plum head of his appendage.  When her pink tongue reached out to swirl along the already wet head of Malik’s cock, Tim felt his own penis jump in his pants.  After swirling her tongue around the tip for a bit, April lowered her mouth, and with a bit of a struggle, began to suck a couple of inches of the kid’s ridiculous tool into her mouth. 

The black teen groaned and closed his eyes as April did her best to service his sizable cock with her mouth.  Since it was obvious that there was going to be no stopping things, Tim elected to go ahead and remove his clothes.  As he watched his wife slide her head up and down the kid’s shaft, Tim stroked his own dick.  “That’s it, girl,” Malik murmured.  “Suck on that dick…”

Presently, Tim realized that April’s ass was subtly moving in its position up in the air – the redhead was grinding her hips, unconsciously seeking attention for her hungry vagina while her mouth was occupied.  Tim climbed up on the bed behind his wife and began to trace his hands all over her clothed rear, but soon, it became clear that this wasn’t going to cut it.  He then reached up and grabbed the waist of her shorts and pulled both them and her panties down in one motion. 

As April’s vulva came into view, Tim was treated with a blast of feminine aroma right to his face – it was beyond obvious that his wife was highly aroused.  Her vaginal lips were pink, puffy, and glistening; he could see the normally closed labia parted slightly, giving just a glimpse of interior of the woman’s sopping hole.  Following Malik’s lead from the night before, he tapped on April’s ass a couple of times; she raised her knees up and allowed her husband to slide the shorts and panties completely off.  Unable to resist, Tim slid his hand all around his wife’s pussy, reveling in the sensation of her warm, slick wetness before he plunged a finger fully inside of her.

April moaned slightly around Malik’s thick cock from the penetration, and Tim felt his head grow even lighter.  He rooted his finger around inside of his wife, feeling how hot and wet her vagina really was.  As her fingered her, Tim’s own desire began to grow very strong.  He had just decided to move forward and slide into his wife from behind when Malik pulled away from April’s mouth.

“That’s good, baby,” the teen declared.  “It feels real nice, but I don’t wanna cum before I get inside you.  Lay down.” 

April, completely unaware of Tim’s intentions, pulled away from her husband and laid back on the bed in the spot that the young man vacated for her.  If there was any possible question about her willingness to participate, it was removed as her legs immediately spread wide to allow Malik to move between them.  Not to be left out, Tim moved up to at least ensure a good view of the coming copulation.

The skinny black teenager looked down at the naked white wife before him, her pale flesh such a drastic contrast to his own dark skin.  He grinned as he drank in views of her completely exposed vagina, which  April kept entirely shaved save for one tiny triangular tuft of bright red hair directly above her slit.  He grinned widely.  “Such a pretty pussy, girl,” he stated crudely.  “I like seeing that you a real redhead, too.”

April blushed lightly, but her eyes were fixed on the teen’s massive charcoal-colored penis.  There was a touch of a wild look in her green eyes; it made Tim nauseous to read the naked lust on his wife’s face as she stared at this kid’s big dick. 

April glanced up at Malik’s face, then back down to his penis.  The near-pleading look on her face was plain even for a kid like him to see.  “A’ight, girl,” he stated in a patronizing tone, “I’ma give it to you.  You don’t have to wait no more.”

The black teenager scooted forward, which brought his hefty cock into contact with April’s body.  He slid forward until he had four inches or so lying on top of the wife’s pale mound – of course, the gap remaining between their bodies was still more than that.  April marveled at the sheer weight of the warm penis on top of her flesh, and shivered at the thought that it was about to be inside of her. 

Malik leaned back, took his cock into his hand, and lined it up with April’s opening.  As it came to rest, he began rubbing it up and down, back and forth; the actions served to not only coat the head of his tool in April’s lubrication, but also to arouse the redhead even more.  Tim’s wife looked down at the massive bare penis preparing to force its way inside of her body, and her expression seemed to shift a bit; to Malik, she looked a bit worried.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” he stated in a soothing tone.  “I pulled out last night, didn’t I?  You ain’t got to worry about it, I’ll pull out again.”

At his proclamation, April’s gaze went from the hard black appendage to her husband’s face.  She didn’t say anything out loud, but he recalled their earlier conversation and decided to speak up.

“Actually,” Tim interjected, “April and I talked this morning.  She counted up her days, and she’s in the safe part of her cycle, Malik.  She… uh… that is, we… uh…” he stammered, “we would actually like it if you were to not pull out, after all.  Fill her up, you know?”

Malik’s grin could have been seen by passing aircraft.  “You mean that you want me to come inside of her, Mister M?” he clarified. 

Tim nodded.  “Yes.  We do.”

“You won’t have to ask me twice!” the teen exclaimed.  “Hell, yeah.  I ain’t never been bare in another girl, and I ain’t never put my nut in one.  You got that, Mister M, I’m happy to oblige.  I’ll fill this pussy up right, I’ll put that cum in here deep!”

Malik’s words made Tim nauseous.  They also made Tim’s dick so hard that it was almost painful.  What the fuck was wrong with him?

The next few minutes were a blur to Tim.  In many ways, it was a repeat of the previous night, except that this time, Malik’s fat cock seemed to penetrate April a little easier.  With her on her back and her husband beside her, Tim did have a much better view of things; the sight of her tiny pink vaginal lips stretched paper-thin over Malik’s massive dark penis as he pulled it back was a striking sight.  The way the black shaft glistened in the light from the coating of April’s wetness was an unmatched visual. 

While the actual sight of that huge penis moving in and out of his wife’s snug little vagina was incredible, the sounds that April made – the cries, the whines, the groans… like she was being harmed, like she had never felt such ecstasy in her life – these were the things that would likely echo in his brain forever.  On top of that, though, were the little details – the way that her pale breasts bounced in a circle with every hard thrust of the young man’s cock.  The expression of intense, agonized pleasure on April’s pretty face, as if nothing else in the world existed but the massive cock filling up her body.  The flush of dark red that blossomed across her creamy skin from her face, to her throat, to her chest.  The squishing, squelching, sloppy sounds of her vaginal lubrication churning away with every pistoning motion of the junction of their genitals.  The intense aroma of sex; April’s feminine secretions mixed with Malik’s musk and sweat to create a cocktail of scents Tim unlike anything Tim had ever experienced.  The way that she would grab the bedspread, pull it up into her fists, then put her arms behind the black kid’s back and trace her fingers up and down his body, then grab him and pull him tight to her…

And the orgasms.  My God, the orgasms.

April might have lasted a minute before the first one crashed through her.  While she took that big black dick easier than she had the night before, Malik once again seemed to hit a physical limit to the depth he could penetrate… but once again, after some extended hard strokes, something seemed to give.  When those big black balls were seated fully against the pale, upturned ass of his best friend’s mother, she broke down into something that Tim was pretty sure was an orgasm – but part of him worried that it might instead be a seizure.  April thrashed, her face turned almost purple, she seemed to struggle to even breathe; then the tsunami broke across her body and the redhead actually sobbed with pleasure, with literal tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Malik, for his part, loved to talk.  When that shattering orgasm hit April, he was right there encouraging it.  “Yeah, girl, get that.  Cum all over that big black dick.  You know you love it, you know it makes you cum so good.  Hell yeah, it ain’t never been like this for you, has it?  Yeah, keep cummin’ on that big dick…”

Tim felt punched in the gut; he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this skinny black kid was right – it never had been this good for his wife before.  It made him sick to know that Malik was touching places that he himself would never be able to do, that the teen was giving her pleasure that he would never be able to replicate.  But at the same time, Tim’s cock was so hard that it hurt; he was afraid to touch it for fear of not being able to hold his own orgasm back.  And the look of absolute rapture of April’s face was enough to make Tim swell with pride and happiness.  Fuck, his wife was unthinkably hot, the way she was taking that massive black cock so well, the way she kept coming all over it.  She was hotter than any porn star Tim had ever dreamed of – and she was real, lying in his own bed, right at this very instant.

Tim had lost track somewhere around orgasm five or six for his wife beneath the black teenager.  It was all a fog of sexual pleasure, of his wife’s moans and cries and groans, of the young man grunting as he drove that fat dick tirelessly into Tim’s wife.  But after what felt like forever – though surely, it hadn’t been more than fifteen minutes, if that – Malik’s thrusts began to change, and his commentary grew urgent.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m ‘bout to get my nut,” Malik declared.  “Aww yeah, I’ma put all this cum deep inside of you.  I’ma give you this whole load, every drop, you gon’ take all of it!”

April’s expression changed.  She looked excited, she looked a little worried.  But her sounds changed even more - the little noises she made on every one of the teen’s thrusts grew higher and higher in pitch, making her sound almost frantic.  She looked around, locked gazes with Tim, seemed like she was trying to communicate… something to him.  Worry.  Excitement.  Concern. 

Hunger.

Oh, God.  The blatant desire on April’s face was naked, it was intense.  She wanted the black kid’s seed inside of her – there could be no doubt of that.

Fuck.  What if she was wrong about the dates?  What if she was fertile right now?  As big and long as that absurd black cock was, it would deliver the teen’s virile semen directly into April’s cervix.  If his load last night had been any indication, Malik would absolutely flood her with tens – if not hundreds – of millions of his sperm.  My God, what if this teenager put a little black baby inside of April’s belly?  The sex was clearly incredible for April, and Tim was filled with perverse pleasure from watching… but was it worth the risk of wondering if his wife would have a mixed-race child growing inside of her afterward?

Tim desperately wanted to tell Malik to pull out.  He desperately wanted to see the kid fill his wife with semen.  A perverse, twisted portion of his brain hoped that April was wrong, that the black teen might in fact knock her up with his bastard when he inseminated her.

And then, the time for internal debates came to an abrupt end as the teen buried himself as deeply as he could inside of April’s vagina.  “HUUUUNNNGH I’M CUMMING TAKE THAT FUCKIG NUT!” Malik cried.  “TAKE ALL OF IT, FUCK!”

April’s face cracked into a mask that looked almost like panic, but then her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the warmth of the black kid’s semen flooding her vagina.  She broke into her own orgasm, moaning, crying, babbling.  “YESSS YESSS GIVE IT… HUUHHH… GIVE IT ALL TO ME… HNNNAUUA FILL ME UP OH GOD ALL OF IT INSIDE ME HUUHHHH YESSS… OH FILL MEEEEEEE….”

Tim couldn’t help himself; he had to stroke his cock.  His wife was coming so hard, coming while this black kid was flooding her vagina with his semen.  Tim knew that every contraction of her orgasm was causing April’s cervix to dip into the pool of his semen, pulling the life-giving fluid up into her womb.  The knowledge that she had come so hard, so often from this kid, that her body was helping his sperm to seek her egg… it was too much for Tim to handle.  He cried out himself, almost pitiful in comparison, as his own empty semen splattered across his wife’s arm, onto her shoulder, and onto the bedspread. 

And then, it was over.  Almost.  Tim had expected Malik to pull out, to hop up, but he stayed inside of April’s vagina for some time, allowing himself to luxuriate in the sensations.  The redhead giggled, even reached up and kissed the teen.  Eventually, she made eye contact with Tim, and once she did so, she gave the young man a slight push.  Malik got the hint and pulled away.

Tim couldn’t help himself, he had to see it.  He moved so that he could look down at April’s vagina.  Her labia, normally pink and tiny, were swollen and a much darker color, almost red.  Her vaginal opening, normally hidden, was clearly visible - and a huge puddle of thick white semen sat in the mouth of her pussy.  As Tim watched, it receded a bit, then swelled, only to begin to spill out of his wife. 

“Oh,” April exclaimed mildly.  “I can feel it leaking out of me.”

It was no wonder, as the first drip was followed by a veritable torrent of thick white semen.  Tim shuddered to think just how many millions of sperm were contained within… and how many millions were surely already trying to make their way into his wife’s womb in search of her egg. 

How fucking stupid had he been?

Why was he still so turned on?  Why was his body shaking with lust?

Tim glanced at Malik, who was lounging at the foot of the bed - his fat cock was far from soft, and still glistened from April’s juices.  The look on Malik’s face suggested that he planned to hang around, perhaps with the hope of taking another round with Tim’s wife.  Right now, Tim had an intense desire to spend some time alone with his wife, so he decided to communicate that fact.

“Malik,” Tim spoke firmly, “that was amazing.  It was.  But right now, I’d like some time with my wife – and just with her.”

While he had to be disappointed, Malik had the good sense to not show it – and the better sense to not argue.  Instead, he nodded and moved to grab his clothes.  “It’s cool, Mister M.  I get it.  Y’all go on and hang out here, I’ll get dressed and head on home.  I’ll see y’all Tuesday for the garage… and thanks again.  For everything!”

The bedroom door had barely closed when Tim had his tongue buried as deeply inside of his wife as he could manage.

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Tim had never once entertained a thought of going down on his wife after someone else had sex with her, but after seeing her orgasm like that with Malik, after seeing the teen’s semen flood out of her vagina… Tim felt almost compelled to do it for reasons he could not truly understand.

April, still recovering from the aftershocks of the sex, didn’t realize Tim’s intentions when he first lowered himself to her crotch; when his tongue touched her, she jumped as if she had been shocked.  She tried to talk him out of it, telling him that she wasn’t clean, that she was dirty, that he needed to wait… but he heedlessly drove his tongue as deeply inside of her as he could anyway.  As he cleaned the semen from her well-fucked pussy, all resistance seemed to drain out of her… and when he began to stimulate her clit with his tongue, she was lost.

April had two shattering climaxes from Tim’s oral attention, with her husband dutifully cleaning every drop of semen that the orgasms pushed out of the depth of her vagina.  Finally, she could take no more, so Tim moved up and sank his own cock inside of his wife.  The feeling of incredibly warm wetness, of a softness he had never imagined enveloping his dick, was more than Tim was prepared for.  He realized then that there is literally no sensation exactly like slipping your cock inside a woman who has been well fucked and filled with another man’s semen; his fantasies would forever be colored by the desire to experience that feeling again.

After Tim added his own empty semen to his wife’s vagina, the two of them collapsed into the bed.  Neither of them could find words; April snuggled close into her husband’s chest, and Tim held her close.  They spent the next hour just lying there, soaking in the events that had occurred.

The two of them didn’t really speak about what happened for the rest of that day, but after a night to sleep on it – and a full day to let things sink in – the Masons had a long, hard talk once Tim got home from Lowe’s the next night. 

April made it abundantly clear that she loved Tim more than anything in the world.  Yes, the fantasies, the teasing, the taboo were all huge triggers for her, but she never wanted to hurt him.  Tim admitted that all of those things were triggers for him, as well – and while it was almost torture seeing his wife brought to such pleasure by another man – and a kid, at that – it was also wildly arousing to him.  They also both agreed that Malik coming inside of April added another dimension to the taboo and the intense feelings, and they both wanted to repeat that.

They further agreed that they wanted to continue to indulge in the play with Malik, but that it needed to be controlled.  When Malik came over to start on the garage on Tuesday, he and Tim had another quick chat to establish firm boundaries and such.  To his credit, the young man had the good sense to immediately agree to everything Tim had to say, and he never once tried to push any of the stated limits.

And so, the summer passed in a glorious manner. 

April’s period came right on time – much to Tim’s relief - a week after their first time playing with Malik.  April hadn’t been worried at all, as her cycle was always very regular – she just needed to be sober enough to keep track of it. 

The Masons worked out a comfortable understanding with Malik.  The young man found himself at their house at least a few days every week – he repainted the garage, he replaced flooring, he helped lay and bury underground sprinkler pipes for April’s gardens, he performed some yardwork and landscaping.  Tim kept him busy, and by the end of the summer, the teen had amassed what felt like to him a small fortune in tax-free wages.  He shared many meals with the Masons; they would often invite him to stay for dinner after his work came to an end.

And of course, Malik fucked April quite a few times.  Tim had made it very clear that April would be the one to signal if she was receptive to sex – they didn’t want the teen asking or making her feel pressured in any way.  The young man demonstrated unusual levels of common sense and self-control, and never once asked or hinted for sex – nor did he try to flirt, make suggestive comments, etc.  But when April gave the green light, it was like a switch flipped in the teenager; he would talk dirty, he would make crude comments, he would demand oral or put April in whatever sexual position he desired.  The normally assertive redhead seemed to be under his spell and would willingly do almost anything he asked for.

It ended up that April would signal Malik once or twice on pretty much every week; without exception, he would leave her pussy a mess, as he took great joy in flooding her with his copious loads of semen at every chance he got. 

“You know you ruinin’ me for other girls,” he observed in mid June.  “I ain’t never been bare in nobody else, and now I know how much rubbers suck.  And if I have to pull out, it just don’t feel right… it’s like my cum ought to go inside, always.”

Tim and April tried to hide it, but they both felt exactly the same way.  At one point, Tim had teased his wife that she was becoming a cumslut – rather than object or argue, she only giggled and agreed.  The only thing better to them than the taboo of the black teen fucking Tim’s wife was the kid leaving her full of his sperm.  On the odd occasion when he fed April his load after having her suck him off – which, to be fair, both she and Tim did enjoy – April always managed to drag things out after long enough to give Malik a chance to go another round and fill her vagina with his spunk.

Without exception, after Malik left, Tim would go down on his wife, cleaning the semen from her vagina, bringing her to powerful orgasms, before fucking her and putting his own spermless seed inside in the process of reclaiming her.

Not surprisingly, this sort of play had strong effects on Tim and April’s sex lives, overall.  Hardly a day passed that they didn’t have some sort of sex; they grew more adventurous and opened up to one another about other kinks that they would like to try.  Dirty talk and fantasy play became pillars of their intimate time.  The couple learned to open up and trust one another on a level that neither of them had ever realized existed.  All the while, April kept a close eye on her cycle - so as to ensure that she never played with Malik at all on even a slightly risky day – although both of them realized that the idea of April taking risks with the black teen ejaculating into her like that was an incredible, indescribable, powerful turn on. 

All in all, the Masons enjoyed the absolute best sex of their lives that summer.

Of course, as anyone with life experience will tell you, there is one major problem with idyllic summers.  No matter how great they are, no matter how many good times you may try to cram into them, they all have one universal aspect in common – every great summer eventually comes to an end. 

As the summer progressed, more and more of the Masons’ dinner conversations with Malik revolved around his college plans – how much money he had saved, where he planned to live, the classes he would take, and when he would leave home.  As July rolled along, the plans began to crystalize – Malik’s mother would take him down on the ninth of August, with the semester technically starting on the eleventh.  That would give him a day after moving in to walk the campus, familiarize himself with locations, and have some slight idea of where to go.

Tim shook his head at how much school calendars had changed; he groused about the fall semester not actually starting in the fall, but obviously, the calendar was beyond any of their control.  April made the young man agree to come by their house and say goodbye on the eighth, promising a nice dinner and a chance for them to all “hang out” one last time – naturally, no one assumed that they would be watching Netflix or playing Super Smash Bros during that final hang out; the unspoken promise hung in the air that they would plan to send Malik off with one final sex session.