Naturally, Tim had misplaced his wallet after their trip; it took him a couple of minutes before he found it beneath a still-unpacked duffel bag.  Fortunately, he did at least have the cash in it; like so many people, Tim relied mostly on his debit card these days and carried very little physical money anymore.  Even in the tinier stories in the mountains, there had been virtually no need for cash, so most of the pre-vacation supply he had withdrawn from the ATM just in case was still there to take Malik’s payment from.  As he stepped away from the bedside table, Tim felt nature call, so he ducked into the master bath to empty his bladder before rejoining April and Malik.

By the time he returned to the kitchen, several minutes had passed and the tidying up was complete; neither April nor Malik were still there.  Tim heard voices from the living room, so he headed that way to join them.  April smiled up at him as he stepped through the door.

“I was wondering if you had gotten lost!” she teased with a grin.  Tim noted the flush on her cheeks – the redhead was clearly feeling her wine.

Tim counted out Malik’s money; the young man flashed a grin of his own and offered his thanks as he pocketed the bills.  As they chatted, April grabbed the television remote and plopped herself down onto the love seat with a distinct lack of grace.  Even as she hit the cushions, her face changed into one of surprise and annoyance.  “Damn it to hell!” she exclaimed.

“What’s the matter?” Tim asked with concern.

“I just lost an earring!” the redhead declared with a huff.  “I felt it bounce off when I sat down, and I think that I might have heard it hit the floor!”  With her statement, April set the remote aside and began digging around herself on the love seat.  When a quick inspection of the cushions didn’t reveal the missing jewelry, she slid off of the piece of furniture and turned around to search the floor beside it and beneath the adjacent end table.

Tim realized that April had to be tipsy.  She had put a lot of wine – nearly a full bottle – away, and the flush in her cheeks, the volume of her voice, the way she had unceremoniously just dropped down onto the love seat all suggested that she was feeling no pain.  Even knowing that for a fact, he still found his eyes drawn to the curve of his wife’s upturned ass.  He still drank in the details of her pale skin showing beneath the short, clingy black skirt, and the way that a tiny sliver of tantalizing green fabric was visible between her legs as the skirt rode up.

He could hardly blame Malik for enjoying the same view.  The black teen glanced at Tim, but seeing no objection from the older man, he quickly returned his hungry gaze to the redhead’s perfectly posed ass.

When April leaned further down to reach under the table, her skirt rode up even more, revealing more of the emerald satin panties hidden beneath.

Despite Tim’s heart racing like he was at a full sprint, he found himself curiously frozen in place as Malik took a slow step, then another, towards April before pausing.  When neither the red-haired woman nor her blonde husband reacted at all to his progress, the teen seemed to take it as some sort of tacit approval and quickly closed the gap between himself and the mother down on all fours in front of him.

Time seemed to stand still as the black hand reached slowly out towards April’s body.  Part of Tim’s brain warned that he should say something, do something, not let this line be crossed.  Unfortunately, enough of the blood flow normally destined for Tim’s head seemed to instead be diverted to his groin; even as his conscience screamed about putting a stop to this, his cock grew firm in clear appreciation of the development. 

Then, with a crackle of built-up erotic energy, the black hand came to rest on April’s upturned ass.  Tim felt a charge of that energy blow through his body at the sight; when April murmured a surprised little “oh?” at the touch, it served to only set his nerves further on end. 

Seeing no immediate rejection from April, an emboldened Malik knelt down and allowed his hand to slide across April’s ass in a caressing motion, drawing a soft little moan from her lips.  Soon, the teen’s other hand joined in, and his hands freely rubbed along the mother’s ass and hips as he carefully peeled her skirt up to completely reveal her pale skin and green satin panties. 

For a moment, it seemed that April might come to her senses.  “Wait, hun,” she murmured.  “We should huunng… oh, God…”

The redhead’s meager protest had been cut off, mid utterance, as Malik had slipped his hand directly to April’s crotch and began to rub her vulva from behind through the damp satin.

“Damn, girl, those panties are wet as hell,” Malik offered mildly as the redhead made little involuntary mewing noises.  “I guess you was telling the truth, teasing really does turn you on, huh.”

“But I wasn’t teas… unnnhh…” she protested ineffectually. 

Tim couldn’t understand why he was still frozen in place.  This kid was rubbing his wife’s pussy, with nothing but one thin layer of fabric in the way!  And calling her “girl”, like she was some teenager like him?  April was tipsy, she wouldn’t have normally gone along with this.  She had told Tim so in no uncertain terms.  Teasing turned her on, sure - but she only ever wanted it to be a fantasy thing between her and her husband. 

Right?

Suddenly, a deep, guttural groan escaped April’s throat.  Something had changed. 

Finally able to move, Tim took a step forward and immediately saw the cause of the vocalization.  Malik had wasted no time; the young man had wormed his fingers underneath the fabric of April’s panties; it was quite obvious that he had penetrated her with at least one digit.

The black teen had noticed Tim move closer; he flashed a quick grin to the older man, even as he continued to draw groans from April’s throat by grinding a finger – or was it fingers? – inside of her beneath her panties. 

“She is so turned on, Mister M,” Malik offered.  “That pussy is so hot,” he observed – as if he were talking about some random stranger or fantasy girl as opposed to Tim’s wife.  “She needs it bad,” he stated solemnly.

Tim found himself nodding dumbly.  Malik obviously meant that April needed sex.  Surely, he didn’t think that…

That train of thought was quickly derailed as the young black man began to pull his shorts down with his left hand while keeping April’s pussy boiling with his right.  Tim frowned; surely, Malik didn’t actually mean to fuck his wife.  Surely not…

It was almost comical just how far down Malik had to push his shorts until his coal black member popped up into view.  When it did, Tim felt his own breath catch.

Tim was not a small man, and he had always felt like he did okay in terms of dick size.  Sure, he couldn’t compete with porn guys, but everyone knew those were freaks of nature chosen just because of their aberrant size and staying power. 

The skinny teenager in his living room had one of those porn appendages sticking out from his groin.  Malik’s cock was easily two inches longer than Tim’s own member, which ran six and a half inches or so – maybe seven on a really good day.  And as for thickness… holy fuck.  The thing looked like a baby’s arm in diameter, with an uncircumcised head that resembled a massive dark magenta plum on the end, fatter still than even the thick shaft.  Despite the incredible heft of the absolute weapon that Malik was packing, it stood up strong and firm – and pointed directly at April’s creamy ass.  A thin stream of clear, sticky fluid stretched away from the dark glans and toward the floor; it was obvious that Malik himself was extremely aroused… and who in his place wouldn’t be?

A bolt of panic hit Tim – surely, that thing would never fit inside of April’s petite little pussy.  Surely, if Malik could somehow get it inside of her, it would certainly hurt her – badly. 

But what if she did take it?  What if it didn’t hurt her?  My God, could a woman be fucked by a thing such as that and ever be satisfied with a mere mortal like Tim again?

Part of Tim wanted to grab a baseball bat and smash this insolent kid over the back of the head for daring to suggest that he shove that monstrosity inside of April. 

Part of him desperately wanted to see it happen, to see his wife take that appendage deep inside her body – and that part wanted it more than anything Tim could even remember. 

All of the teasing, the dirty talk, the fantasies – they all led up to this moment, didn’t they?  It almost felt destined, natural, meant to be.  She might deny all she wanted, but Tim could hear the squelching noises coming from April’s crotch as this teen fingered her cunt.  Malik was right – she was incredibly wet and turned on… just like she always was when they fantasized, when she came on Tim’s cock again and again while pretending that Malik – or some kid like him - was the one fucking her. 

Only now, the time had come to see those fantasies become reality.

Malik withdrew his hand from beneath April’s panties.  As he did so, Tim was certain that he heard the redhead make a little whining noise of protest… the realization that she wanted this kid to keep touching her like that was making it hard for Tim to breathe. 

April didn’t have long to feel neglected, however.  Malik’s hands went to her hips, where he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of those panties.  With one pull, they were down to her knees, revealing April’s glistening, pouting sex.  Even as Tim marveled at how flushed and swollen his wife’s labia were, the scent of her arousal hit him like a physical blow.  Casually, the black teen tapped April on the ass twice; she reflexively raised her knees in unconscious compliance for a moment, allowing him to quickly pull the panties down past her feet and off of her entirely. 

Grinning, Malik looked at Tim.  “So, so wet,” he declared, tossing the satin towards the husband.  Almost automatically, Tim picked them up; my God, they were absolutely saturated with his wife’s fluids.  No matter what she might say, it was beyond obvious that her body desperately wanted this to happen. 

Tim was terrified.  Tim was nauseous.  Tim was so aroused that he thought his own erection might tear a hole in his pants.

Malik shuffled forward on his knees, causing his sizable tool to come into contact with April’s flesh from behind.  One black hand went to April’s creamy waist, anchoring her in place as the other went to the base of his massive shaft and begin to manipulate it, causing the head to rub back and forth against the wife’s slick opening. 

April groaned at the sensation, but managed to grab at least a little control back as Malik’s bulbous cock head stimulated her slit.  “Wait… unhh… hold on, Malik,” she panted.  “Honey, we… uhhh…. can’t… nuuuhh… shouldn’t do this…”

Tim half expected the black teen to just force his cock inside in an effort to stop April from talking.  Instead, he kept the external stimulation going, rubbing the head of his cock up and down April’s vulva, but he himself also spoke up.

“Shouldn’t?” he asked as he continued to slide along her wet opening.  “Me and you both know you don’t really mean that.  You been teasin’ me with that fine ass, knowin’ I was lookin’ at you.  You been gettin’ all wet thinkin’ about me lookin’, fantasizin’ with yo man about me rubbin’ my big cock up against you just like this.  Haven’t you?”

April whimpered slightly, but said nothing in response.  Malik’s expression grew more intense.

“Girl, don’t play with me!” he exclaimed.  “You been shakin’ that ass for me, wantin’ me to look, getting’ all turned on.  I bet you cum on yo man’s dick thinkin’ about how it must feel to have me all up inside you, don’t you?  Don’t you?” he insisted.

“Uhhh… yes,” came April’s small voice in a meek agreement.

Tim was rooted to the spot, his head spinning, his stomach churning.  How the fuck could his wife react like this?  Why the fuck hadn’t he grabbed this skinny kid away from her?  He was disgusted.  He was so turned on that he didn’t know what to do.  Abruptly, he realized that he was holding his own rock-hard cock in his hand… when had he taken it out of his pants?

When Malik glanced over at Tim and saw him with his dick in his hand, a smirk stretched across the teen’s face. 

“You know yo husband has his dick out right now, strokin’ it while I’m rubbin’ mine on you,” Malik stated plainly.  April moaned in reply. 

“Hell yeah, baby… you gettin’ even wetter, I feel it!” Malik exclaimed.  “You want this big black dick, don’t you?  You wanna cum all over it while yo man watches you do it.” 

April moaned softly, not forming any actual words, but as she did, Tim realized a change in her body language.  Up until now, his wife had been almost stock still, not moving at all.  Now, she was slowly grinding her ass in a circular motion, pushing back against the thick cock behind her as she did so. 

Even if she hadn’t quite come to a conscious agreement with her body’s desires, April very clearly wanted to be fucked. 

Tim thought for sure that the moment of truth has arrived.  He could see April grinding back against Malik’s massive organ.  Surely the teen knew that she was ready.  But that wasn’t enough for him – not yet.

“I feel you, girl, tryin’ to push back on me,” he observed calmly.  “That pussy is so wet – I bet you ain’t never been wetter than you are right now, have you?”  The only reply from April was a little whining moan as she continued to slowly grind against the thick cock. 

“This is what you been fantasizin’ about, ain’t it?” he continued as he kept the pressure against April’s molten sex.  “It’s what you been wantin’, right?  You been dreamin’ about yo husband over there rubbin’ his dick while you let some young guy like me put my big cock inside you.  You say we shouldn’t do this – that’s why you want it, ain’t it?  People would say it's wrong, that makes you want it more, don’t it?  You dyin’ to cum all over this big cock while yo man watches, ain’t you?” 

You could have heard a pin drop in Masons’ living room.  The only sounds were heavy breathing and the liquid sounds of that thick appendage rubbing against the wife’s pussy.

So when April’s reply came in a tiny, quiet voice, both Malik and Tim still heard it as clearly as if she had shouted.  “Yes,” she breathed.

A huge grin split Malik’s face.  “That’s what I thought, girl.  You about to cum all over this big black cock, ain’t you?”

This time, the redhead’s reply was stronger, easier to hear.  “Yes,” she replied in a much louder voice, with the hunger in it achingly clear.  “Yes, I am…”

Malik’s grin morphed into a cocky smirk.  “Yeah, you are,” he answered.  He cut his eyes sideways at Tim and apparently satisfied himself that the older man wasn’t going to interfere.  He used his right hand to make sure that the massive head of his cock was perfectly nestled in the center of April’s liquid opening, then used that hand to grab her other hip. 

The image of the kid’s dark black fingers holding tightly onto his wife’s pale hips, them digging into her flesh, would forever be burned into Tim’s memory.  Years later, he could be walking down the sidewalk and the mental image of the contrast of their skin would pop into his brain, staggering him with the impact of the lust it would conjure.

The teen pushed – hard – while holding April’s hips in a steely grip.  For a long moment, nothing happened; it seemed that the massive plum of Malik’s thick glans was simply too large to fit within April’s vaginal canal.  No matter what anyone desired, basic physics dictated that it just wasn’t going to work; no matter how dirty anyone talked, no matter how much they fantasized, no matter how much they wanted it, it wasn’t going to happen. 

And then, with a sudden pop, the ring of muscle at April’s vaginal entrance relaxed just enough, and the black teen’s mighty penis slipped a couple of inches inside the red-haired woman’s body, completely hiding the dark head from view.

As Malik slipped inside of Tim’s wife, she let out a sound that could reasonably have been called a shriek.  Tim froze, thinking that she had indeed been injured with the penetration.  “Huuunng GOOODD so BIIIG so MUUUCH ohhh GOOODD!” she cried. 

Rather than try to push farther, Malik simply held in place for a time, allowing April to babble mostly incoherently from the incredibly filling sensations. 

“That’s it, girl, just relax, get used to it,” the teen soothed.  “You ain’t never had nothin’ that big inside you before.  You’ll be fine, just give it a minute.”

Tim’s face burned with the realization that Malik told the truth – April had of course never had anything like that inside of her in her life.  Tim would never be able to offer her that sort of filling.  Ever.  Yet even as his face burned, Tim’s own steely shaft throbbed with lust. 

After a minute or so, April seemed to relax ever so slightly, and Malik pulled back an inch or so.  As he did so, the massive head of his penis came back partially into view, with April’s distended labia stretched lewdly around his member, which glistened with dampness.  He then pushed forward again, pushing perhaps an inch deeper than he had been before; his efforts drew a groan from April’s throat that sounded as if she were being truly impaled.  Tim could see his wife’s fingers grasping at the rug, balling up into fists as she took the ponderous phallus inside of her body.

Again, Malik hesitated, but this time, he gave the redhead less time to relax and adjust.  Again, he withdrew, causing her pink labia to spread tightly over his dark glans.  Again, he pushed forward, sinking a bit deeper yet than he had gone so far.

April groaned again, but then managed to speak.  “Wuh... wait.  Bare inside… huuhhh… condom.  Can’t… uhh…”

Malik smiled in a patronizing manner.  “It’s all right, baby.  I don’t got nothin’.  I ain’t ever even been bare in a girl before – I never dreamed I’d get inside of you, so I didn’t bring no rubbers.  But I know I’m clean.”  With that, he began to slowly move in and out of April’s stretched vagina.

“Huhhh…” April whined.  “Not that.  I… uhhh… not on the pill.  Not… huhhh… inside…”

Holy fuck.  Tim had never even considered protection.  He hadn’t had to think about that for fifteen years; condoms never even crossed his mind.  Shit, this black teen was bare inside of April, and Tim had no clue where she might be in her cycle.  He tried to think when exactly her last period was, but discovered something disturbing.

He wasn’t entirely sure that he cared. 

Well, that wasn’t fair… the idea of his wife getting pregnant from some other guy was nauseating.  But the idea that she would risk it like this was also incongruently hot to him.  He wanted Malik to pull out, and simultaneously hoped that the teen would pump every drop of his scum inside of April’s womb. 

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Malik spoke up.  “Baby, I ain’t gonna be no daddy at eighteen.  Don’t worry, I’ma pull out.”

With that, the very last bit of April’s defenses seemed to melt away and the moans came back.  “So good... so huhhh thick… oh God….”

As Malik worked more of his cock inside of her, he taunted her. 

“Yeah, how do you like that, girl?  Is it as good as you hoped?  You like that big black cock in you while yo husband watches and pulls on his dick?  You like lettin’ a kid like me fuck you right here in yo house, makin’ that pussy wetter than it’s ever been?  You gonna cum on that big black cock, girl?”

He had worked barely over half of his cock inside of the wife, but it was too much.  “Oh God OH FUCK WHAT FUCK HUAAHHH!” April nearly screamed, then suddenly, her whole body was twitching.

“Holy shit, man!” Malik exclaimed.  “She’s fuckin’ soakin’ my dick!  Look at that shit”

Tim could see clear liquid dripping copiously off of Malik’s thick shaft as he partially withdrew it from her pussy.  Then, a small blast, like a shot from a water pistol, escaped from April’s vagina and struck the black teen.  As Tim watched, the same thing happened twice more.

April – who had convincingly explained to her husband in a no-nonsense tone that squirting was nothing but a fabrication of porn – was squirting for the first time in her life, and doing it all over the black teen that was fucking her on her own living room floor.

As the twitching came to an end, Malik shook his head.  “Damn, I ain’t never been in a white girl before… is it always like that?”

Tim chuckled.  “I’ve never seen her do that before.  She always told me squirting was fake.”

Malik laughed at that.  “Seemed real to me!” he said.  “Fuck, she’s so wet.  So hot.  I ain’t never felt nothin’ like this, man!  Best pussy I ever had,” he declared.  “An we jus’ getting’ started,” he added with a wicked smile.

From the start, the black teen had been far more gentle than Tim had really expected.  The older man assumed that the quiet, skinny teen probably hadn’t had much – if any – sex, and would just pound away at the first chance to get his dick wet… which probably would have hurt April and made things go much worse.  Instead, he had been patient, worked that massive tool in slowly, let her get used to it, and given her a powerful (and wet) orgasm with barely half of his cock.

But now, those black fingers grabbed the pale white hips tightly again, and the young man drove his fat phallus hard into the older woman’s vagina.  April cried out as he did so, her voice seeming to carry equal parts pleasure and pain, but this time, Malik paid it no mind.  He withdrew until only half of his cock head remained inside the literally dripping pussy, then drove it in again to the woman’s cries.  This was repeated, two, three times until all but an inch or two of that thick appendage was buried inside of the redhead’s cunt.

“Oh fucking GOD so much… huhhh… so big… Jesus so good so MUCH!” April cried as Malik held himself deep inside of the older woman’s vagina.

“Hell yeah,” Malik murmured.  “You likin’ that big dick, ain’t you, baby?  You likin’ me fucking you with it while yo man watches, doncha?”

Whatever semblance of decorum April might have tried to hold on to was long gone.  It was beyond obvious that the only thing that currently existed in the world for the redhead was the huge, engorged penis currently filling her vagina. 

“Guhhh… fucking YES oh… muhhh oh GOD it’s so good!” she moaned.  “Oh FUCK me oh PLEASE FUCK me baby… huhhh… oh PLEASE…”

Tim almost threw up as he listened to his confident, intelligent, witty, amazing wife beg for the black teen’s dick like some sort of wanton slut.  Which, really… right now, wasn’t she?  Even so, Tim had to release his own erection for fear of blowing his load already.

“Yeah, girl, you love that fuckin’ dick.  Now I’ma give it to you for real,” Malik declared.

And holy shit, did he ever.  He pulled back and absolutely drove that massive cock into Tim’s wife again and again.  Long, full, almost violent strokes filled the air of the room with a slap, slap, slap sound and the aroma of April’s aroused vagina. 

Now, the teen began talking as he fucked the mother in front of him, and the talk was not dirty – it was downright filthy.  How good her cunt felt stretched around his cock.  How he had never felt anything like it.  How he knew she had never had anything like that inside of her.  How he had jerked his dick thinking about the chance to fuck her, and now he was doing it.  How her husband was watching her take a young black man’s cock. 

In less than a minute, April cried out in orgasm, wailing as the intense sensation radiated through her body… but Malik never ever slowed. 

The talk kept right on.  How he had made her cum twice already on his big black cock, how much she loved it.  How she had fantasized about this happening, how she thought about it every time she had teased him, how it was ever better in real life. 

And then, at the end of one particularly violent thrust, Malik held himself all the way inside of April, who seemed to lose what was left of her mind in yet another orgasm.  “huuhhh… huaahhh… OHGODOHSOMUCH SO DEEEEP FUUUUCKK! HIAAAHHH!” And then, her entire body began shaking again; Tim was stunned to see a string of actual saliva drip down out of April’s mouth and drop, unnoticed, to the ground. 

Malik just held himself as deeply as he could, a slow rotation of his hips his only movement.  With a start, Tim realized what had changed – there was no longer any gap between the young man’s body and the woman’s; a glance between Malik’s legs revealed his plump balls resting directly against April’s creamy ass.  Somehow, the skinny teen had managed to seat every last bit of his enormous penis fully inside of April’s body.

“Fuck yeah, baby!” Malik exclaimed.  “Damn, I ain’t never had another girl be able to take all of me.  Holy shit, you are something else!”

Tim felt a strange sense of pride from Malik’s comments.  He had always thought that April really was something unique; even though the teen’s words were crude and dirty, there was genuine admiration in them, and it was gratifying – in a twisted way - to Tim to have another man truly understand just how hot she was.

As April relaxed from the powerful tremors shaking her body, Malik began to thrust again, but his movements were no longer as smooth as before.  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted.  “My turn.  Bout to get my nut, girl,” he declared. 

If April comprehended his statement, she didn’t show it; her head lolled side to side as low “uh, uh, uh” noises escaped her open mouth from the force of the teenager’s thrusts. 

Tim felt a moment of panic.  What if Malik forgot?  Would he actually come inside of April?  Holy shit, he would put every drop of his semen into her cervix, wouldn’t he?  What if she were fertile?  Oh God, why didn’t Tim say something, why didn’t he seem certain that he even wanted the kid to pull out of her?

And then, Malik drove all of the way inside of Tim’s wife and held himself there, with his face a mask of intense concentration.  Just as Tim was sure it was too late, the teen ripped the fat, glistening phallus from April’s cunt and stroked it above her ass.  Once, twice… on the third stroke, a rope of thick white semen flew out from the end of the hefty ebony cock and splattered all the way up to April’s shoulder.  A second blast was nearly as powerful, reaching most of the way up her back.  The third was less so, only hitting the small of her back; then, several small squirts pooled on her upturned creamy ass, with a small amount of fluid running down her right ass cheek and onto the back of her thigh.

Some remote part of Tim’s brain noted that April would likely be unhappy with all of the semen on her blouse… if she ever processed that it was even there.

Malik sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face, while April slowly sank to the ground and curled into a fetal position. 

Concerned, Tim moved up beside his wife and leaned down beside her.  “April, are you okay?” he asked in a low tone. 

The redhead’s eyes slowly opened, but she seemed to lack clarity for a moment; her normally sharp emerald eyes seemed bleary and unfocused.  Even so, a soft smile touched her mouth as she slowly seemed to locate Tim and ground herself back to earth.  “Oh, yes,” she breathed.  “I’m better than okay, baby.  I hope that it doesn’t bother you, but holy shit… that was amazing,” she declared.

Tim felt like her words punched him in the gut; she didn’t have to say it, but he knew without a doubt that he had just witnessed his wife enjoying the best sex she had ever experienced in her life.  And yet, with that knowledge came the realization that he himself was so aroused that it was physically painful; his penis felt like it was ready to explode.

Fortunately, April’s eyes swept over Tim’s body, and she understood his predicament.  “My, my,” she grinned, “it looks like the real thing turned you on even more than our fantasies have.  Baby, you are so hard,” she cooed.  She pulled herself up to her knees and leaned towards her husband.

“Here, let me help you with that,” she offered with a devilish look in her eyes as the redhead leaned forward to engulf her husband’s stone-hard erection in her mouth.

Tim groaned in nigh-painful bliss.  He would have loved to luxuriate in the enjoyment of April’s talented, wet mouth, but he had been too amped up for too long.  He might have survived a half dozen strokes, but he could not hold back any longer, and his wife’s eyes went wide as he surprised her by quickly filling her mouth with what was probably the biggest, most forceful ejaculation he had ever produced.

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After Tim came, he glanced over to see that Malik’s pants were still off, and the kid’s massive cock was already hardening again.  Briefly, Tim considered what it might be like to see April go for round two with that incredible member, but the way that she had slumped herself down onto the loveseat after swallowing her husband’s load said that she was too physically – and perhaps, emotionally – spent for that to be a great idea right now.  Instead, Tim hiked his pants up and indicated that the teen should do the same. 

The young black man gave a wistful look towards April, but he had the good sense to listen to Tim.  Once he retrieved his shorts, Tim spoke.

“Hey baby,” he addressed April, “you recover for a sec – I’m going to walk Malik out.”  As his wife murmured her agreement, the teen grabbed his backpack, and with one last longing glance back, followed Tim out into the driveway.

As they stepped into the pleasantly warm evening, Tim allowed the front door to close before fixing Malik with direct eye contact.

“Malik,” he started, “we need to talk before you head home.”

The young man nodded.  “Sure thing,” he replied.

Tim shook his head.  “I… well, as you learned, April and I have fantasized about this kind of thing.  But we never actual planned on doing it, you understand?  It was just dirty talk.”

Malik smirked a bit at that.  “I dunno, Mister M – your wife has been teasing me with that body on purpose.  Seem like more than just talk to me.”

Tim chuckled ruefully.  “Fair enough,” he allowed.  “But that doesn’t change anything.  It goes without saying that it would look very bad for us if people found out that… well… erm…”

“If people found out that you let a black kid fuck your wife,” Malik offered plainly. 

Tim sighed.  “Exactly.  And it’s not the race thing, fuck that.  It’s the age.  It’s the fact that you’re Matt’s friend.  I’m pretty sure that Matt wouldn’t understand, for instance.”

Now, it was Malik’s turn to laugh.  “True that.  Matt would kill me, Chance would help him hide the body, and his boys on the team would alibi them both.  Nope, there ain’t no reason for me to talk, Mister M.”

Tim let out a breath in relief.  “Okay, I’m glad we are on the same page.  But just so we are crystal clear – nobody can know.  That means nobody, period.  I had better not see any of your buddies come around and wink at us, no funny laughs, nothing.  We would deny it for the rest of our lives, call you a liar, there would be no more odd jobs, that would be that.  People would think you were making up shit to look cool, and we would have to let them think that.”

The teen nodded.  “I get it, Mister M.  Look, y’all have always been good to me – and man, I ain’t talkin’ about tonight, even though it was incredible.  I would never make trouble for you, and I’ve got sense enough to know a good thing when I see it – I make way more workin’ for you than I will at anything else this summer.  You can count on me; I promise that I won’t say a word to nobody.”  He grinned.  “I’ll be cool.”

The young man’s comments made Tim feel so much better.  He offered a hand to shake, and Malik took it.

“One thing,” the teen suggested.  “Y’all both seemed like you had a good time.  You know I did.  Do you think there’s a chance…” he trailed off.

Tim frowned.  “Maybe.  Possibly.  I don’t know, Malik.  I would have never guessed in a million years that we would actually do that for real.  And sometimes before,” he confided, “April has gotten really sensitive about dirty talk and such and shut the subject down for days.  She could very well decide that this is a one and done – she tried it in real life, and that’s that.  If she does, you have got to respect that, understand?”

Malik nodded solemnly.  “I understand.”

“Good,” Tim nodded in reply.  “Look, she and I will talk about it.  I would say that you don’t need to bring it up, all right?  We will let you know if any kind of repeat is possible, okay?”

“That’s fair,” Malik admitted.  “Cool.  Good night, Mister M,”

Time shook his head.  “Good night, Malik.  Text me your hours on the fence so that I can pay you when you’re done.”

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That night was… strange.  When Tim returned from walking Malik out, April – normally so keen about being pretty and put together - was still curled up, functionally bottomless, on the love seat.  The scent of sex hung heavy in the air as Tim walked back into the room, and April gave him a languid smile when he entered. 

Tim had really expected her to head on to the bedroom and get changed, or to at least pull her skirt back down.  Instead, she had just sort of crashed in place, seemingly content to revel in the aftermath of the intense feelings from the unexpected encounter with Malik.  Tim had thought that after he came back inside after having a serious chat with the teen, that he would have a similarly serious conversation with his wife.  But between the sight of April casually displaying her pussy and the smells still lingering so strong, he found himself growing improbably erect just by standing near her, and suddenly, a serious discussion just didn’t seem all that important. 

What the hell was wrong with him?  Why couldn’t he keep his head straight?

Tim reached his hand down, and his wife took it.  He drew her to a standing position, then kissed her deeply.  He could taste remnants of his own semen; up close, he could smell Malik’s semen on her strongly, and when she moved, the feminine aromas of her vagina were suddenly that much stronger.  Talk was suddenly the farthest thing from Tim’s mind.

As they walked, hand in hand, towards the bedroom, April giggled.  “I never did find my earring,” she confessed.

At the bedroom, there was no preamble, no foreplay.  April stripped off her clothes and climbed up on the bed on all fours, presenting her ass to Tim in an obvious signal.  Tim slipped right into the dirty talk.

“So you finally did it,” he stated.  “You did what you’ve been wanting to do – you let that kid fuck you.  You stuck your ass in the air and let him take you with that massive cock of his.”

Tim moved up behind her, stoking his dick and preparing to penetrate her. 

“Be careful, please,” April spoke in a small voice.  “I’m a little sore… he’s very big.”

Fuck.  The words sent a jolt of electricity through Tim’s body.  God, the thought that this skinny black kid had stretched his wife out, pummeled her with that massive cock of his… it was sickening.  It made Tim’s dick as hard as he could ever remember. 

April’s cunt was still sopping wet, and easily admitted him to the hilt on one thrust.  She grunted lowly… the sound was one of pleasure with just a little discomfort.  Tim had expected her to feel loose, but April’s pussy was as snug as ever, gripping him in a hot, slick embrace. 

“Fuck that,” he murmured.  “This is my pussy.  You let that kid fuck it any way that he wanted, you came all over him again and again.  I’m taking it back now, baby – this is my pussy,” Tim declared.

Tim began driving inside of April, who almost immediately began to meet his thrusts enthusiastically.  Maybe she didn’t come like she had lost her mind - like she had for Malik - but she did reach orgasm twice for Tim before he pumped his spermless seed deeply inside of his wife.

The Masons, exhausted physically and emotionally from the evening, collapsed into deep slumber.

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Morning came and brought with it a little fuzzy-headedness.  April’s pillow was a mess, causing her to laugh.  “Damn it, I forgot to take my makeup off!” she exclaimed.

As she moved to rectify that, Tim pulled the sheets from the bed and started a load of laundry.  They started on a late breakfast, and noticed movement outside – Malik had indeed still showed up early to repair the gate, and thus, finish the fence.  As they sat across from one another at the breakfast table, the elephant in the room loomed large; finally, Tim broached the subject. 

“About last night…” he started.

April frowned a bit, but he held up his hand to forestall any argument.  “Baby,” he stated calmly, “I’m not trying to talk dirty, and I’m not upset.  But what happened was a big deal… we need to talk about it and be sure we are on the same page.”

The redhead glanced toward the back window, then back at her husband.  She gave a little rueful grin.  “I suppose that you are right,” she allowed.

Tim chuckled.  “I’m glad that you agree,” he declared as he gave his wife a smile.  “Look, that was… something.  Hell, let’s stop pretending.  It was incredible.  We have dirty talked about something like that before, we have fantasized about it a lot… but the real thing far exceeded all of that.  At least for me.”

April shook her head.  “It… well… hell, Tim.  You’re right.  It was fucking amazing.  Is that what you wanted to hear?” she asked.

Tim smiled.  “I’m glad to hear that, but that’s not necessarily what I was going for.  I just wanted to be sure that you are okay, that we are okay.”

April’s face fell.  “Baby, of course I’m okay – and why wouldn’t we be okay?  Yeah, I let the kid fuck me, that doesn’t change how I feel about you.  I love you with all my heart.  I thought that you were into it, too!  If you’re upset with me, I’m so sorry…”

Tim cur her off by getting up from the table, walking around, and pulling her into his arms.  “God no, I’m not upset with you,” he murmured in her ear.  “You are so special to me.  You are my whole life, baby.  I just wanted to make sure that we are good.”

April melted into Tim’s arms.  “We are good.  I love you so much,” she spoke plainly.

Tim hugged her tight.  “I love you, too,” he proclaimed.  When they separated, he gave her a smirk. 

“And I agree – it was amazing.  Seeing you come like that, seeing you lose control… it was breathtaking.  Seeing you take all of that massive cock…”

April blushed.  “Stop.  Yes, it was… something,” she allowed.  “He’s really big,” she added somewhat unnecessarily. 

He grinned.  “Sorry, I promised to not dirty talk.  I have to say, I’m glad you thought about telling him to pull out.  It’s been so long since I had to worry about it that fertility never even crossed my mind.  I’m sorry.”

She shrugged.  “Don’t give me too much credit,” she warned.  “I was a little drunk, and it was so overwhelming… I couldn’t seem to concentrate and figure out where I was in my cycle.  It actually would have been safe, either way, but I figured at the time that it was smarter to be careful.  And trust me,” she added, “it was all I could do to pull myself together enough to tell him what I did.”

Tim nodded with a ghost of a smirk.  “That makes sense.  You were awesome.”  He pause, and his expression got more serious.  “If I’m honest with you, in the middle of the moment, I was terrified that he might come inside of you… and part of me wanted to see that more than anything.”

April’s eyes went wide.  “Oh, wow,” she replied softly.  “That’s… ho boy.”  A shiver passed through her body. “If we’re going to be honest, then I’ll confess… part of me wanted him to do it, too.”

Tim chuckled.  “Well, that’s… yeah.  Wow.  I guess we are both a little dirtier than we even realized, huh.”

He noticed his wife’s gaze flicker to the back window.  “He and I talked outside when I walked him out last night,” Tim explained, “and I’m very sure that he will be quiet about this.  That said,” he added,” Malik made it clear that he would love the chance to do it again.  Big surprise, right?  Anyway, I told him that was up to you, that he didn’t need to ask, that if it was ever a possibility, we would let him know.  He agreed.”

April nodded, but her expression was unfocused.  “Okay,” she answered simply.

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After breakfast, Tim went outside to inspect the fence while April dealt with finishing the unpacking.  Malik looked up and waved from the sawhorses he was working at; Tim returned the gesture, then the teen returned to his labor.  As Tim walked the perimeter of the fence, Malik seemed to ignore him altogether; the black kid seemed to be behaving exactly like he always did, acting as if nothing in the word had happened outside of the ordinary. 

It was easy to spot every place that Malik had worked; the older boards were far more gray in color than the new boards which had yet to cure in the sun.  Malik hadn’t just replaced fence pickets – as Tim had expected, a few rails were rotten, and the young man had ripped the old ones out and replaced them correctly.  Tim could not help but be impressed – the teen had done a frankly excellent job, equal to anything that Tim might reasonably expect from a fencing company (if not better).  The quality actually caused Tim to smile; he felt like Malik deserved a bonus for doing such a great job, and was looking forward to paying it.

After Tim came back inside, he found a frowning April in the kitchen.  “The fridge is empty, the milk is out of date, we need… everything,” she declared. 

Tim shrugged.  “We’ve been out of town for a week.  It’s kind of expected,” he observed.

“Whatever,” April replied.  “Grab your keys, we are going to the grocery store.”

Tim knew better than to complain.  Momentarily, they were waving goodbye to Malik as they pulled out of the driveway.  Tim did point out that they could swing by the ATM while they were out to withdraw Malik’s fence wages, and April agreed that was a smart idea.

They spent an hour in the store, piling their cart far higher than Tim thought was strictly necessary, but the look on the redhead’s face didn’t broach questioning.  If his wife felt that these were necessities, who was Tim to argue?

As they pushed their cart towards the checkout, a stern female voice called out from behind. 

“Mrs. Mason?  April Mason?  Is that you?”

April turned towards the voice to find a middle-aged black woman standing there with a half full basket hanging off of her arm.  She stood a few inches shorter than April, was quite thin, with more than her fair share of deep lines on a face that seemed the better part of a decade older than the Masons.  Even so, the smaller, older woman exuded authority; it was immediately obvious that she was accustomed to being taken seriously and being listened to.

April inclined her head.  “Can I help you?” she asked evenly.

The woman quickly covered the distance between the two of them.  She gave Tim a cursory glance, but apparently had decided that he was of little importance to her, so she turned her attention completely to April.

“Mrs. Mason, my name is Tamara Williams.  I’m Malik’s mother,” she stated by way of introduction.

April gave a small smile and nod while Tim kept his face impassive. 

The smaller woman drew herself up to her full height and fixed April with an unreadable expression.  “Mrs. Mason,” she stated, “I want you to know that I am fully aware of what you and your husband have been doing with my son.”

April’s heart began to race, and Tim found himself panicking.  How in the hell could this woman know?  Why would Malik have told her to begin with?  Why would he have then come to work at their house and acted like everything was normal?”

The redhead swallowed and struggled to keep her own expression impassive.  “I don’t know what you mean,” she offered mildly as she tried to ignore her deathly dry mouth.  Inwardly, she was shaking.  Obviously, she had to play dumb, to deny; she would likely need to feign indignance if she hoped to sell a believable response to the accusations.

Malik was a legal, consenting adult.  People around the town would gossip, they would talk, but April and Tim hadn’t done anything technically wrong; kinky sex was not against the law, after all.  And of course, there was no actual evidence that they had done anything with the young man, anyway.  It was his word against theirs.

Tamara gave April a wry smile.  “There is no sense in denying it, Mrs. Mason.  Malik has told me everything,” she stated in a firm tone.  “I know what you did.”

The smaller woman took a direct step towards April.  Tim’s eyes went wide; was this woman planning on assaulting his wife here in public?

Then Tamara reached her arms out and gathered the younger woman into a hug.  “Thank you,” she spoke softly.  “Thank you so much.”

Both Tim and April were stunned.  April tried to reply, but couldn’t pull together a coherent response.  “Um… I mean…” she stammered.

The black woman released April but stayed close to her.  “Malik told me about the fence work and the house sitting,” she explained.  “Last night he came home excited that you had paid him – for eating your groceries and sleeping in your house, while paying him more than he can make anywhere in town.  Then you invited him in for dinner!”  she shook her head.

“That boy will work so hard if someone will just give him a chance.  He’s trying to put a little money back for college, but I just don’t have anything to give him since his father died.  You are an angel, Mrs. Mason.”  She glanced at Tim.  “You too, Mr. Mason.  Thank you both so much.”

Somehow, April managed a swift recovery, and she offered Tamara a smile.  “Malik is a good boy,” she stated plainly.  “He’s always been respectful and helpful around our house, and Matt thinks the world of him.  He mentioned trying to earn some money, and we needed some help around the house; it just made sense.  It has been our pleasure to help him out, and it’s not like he isn’t helping us in return.  Besides, with our kids moved out, the house is empty.  It’s nice to have someone around here and there.”

A huge grin split Tamara’s face.  “Go on and pretend otherwise, Mrs. Mason,” she stated, “but you have helped my boy, and you have my sincere thanks.”

The two mothers hugged again, then Tamara left to finish her own shopping while the Masons checked out.  Later, as they loaded the groceries into the trunk of the car, Tim grinned at his wife. 

“It’s not like he isn’t helping us out in return…” he said with a crooked grin on his face. 

Those emerald eyes flashed fire in response, and April’s tone was icy daggers.  “Go put the cart away if you know what’s good for you, mister,” she threatened.  She held the furious gaze with Tim for several long heartbeats before the two of them cracked up into silly giggles.