We arrived at 11.00 o’clock Sunday lunchtime. My twenty-eight year old wife Kathy wearing a sexy white number, high heels and carrying a small, leather handbag over her shoulder. She looked as good if somewhat apprehensive about the big afternoon ahead of her. A proud smile formed on my lips as she checked herself over in a pocket mirror and blew out a long breath. What a lovely woman I had. Her nerves were to be expected. Indeed, I too had butterflies in my stomach as I parked our station wagon and walked with her towards the entrance to the Lakeside hotel. The front of the building was modern with reflective glass panels and a rotating door. After five years of marriage I always had a good idea what she was feeling inside. I could see it on her face. Exchanging a look she slipped hand into mine and went in first.
This was a big deal for Kathy. For both of us. It was the first time we had been invited to watch one a ‘Black Breeding Session’ first hand and the two of us where naturally nervous about meeting Vikki and her husband Bob for the first time. Both my wife and I had been following their adventures for nearly six months. Fascinated and equally turned on by their desire as a white couple to have a black baby. It had begun as a typical cuckold arrangement. Bob liked to watch Vikki having sex with black men. He made videos which he sold to an exclusive set of customers over the web. Then over time their need as a couple had grown to the point we found them in that day. I know that his treatment of my fan mail was non consequential until he saw the photos I sent him of my own wife.
Bob and Vikki’s relationship was similar if not exact to what I wanted for Kathy and myself. There was no doubt that my partner found the planned and explicit nature of the videos extremely appealing. We came from a small town and she a relatively strict upbringing. In the first three years of our marriage Kathy never had sex with another man under wedlock. Then, perhaps with a need for something daring I arranged a meet through a contact at work. There were no strings attached and a white driver by the name of Randall had the pleasure of fucking my wife several times over a two day period. I had watched on each occasion and enjoyed the experience tremendously. Since then we had taken much from the brown paper packet from Bob which dropped through our door every few weeks detailing Vikki’s latest adventure. Since contacting our new friends we had progressed along a similar train of thought. Perhaps born out of eroticism but also our small town roots where any kind of mixed race relationship was discouraged. My wife was desperate to make a good impression on ALL those concerned. It wasn’t that she wanted to try black cock.. deep down she needed too. Even if she didn’t fully understand it yet.
The cold freshness of the air conditioning met us in the hotel lobby. As with the outside it was typically grand, set with black marble floors. Kathy was wearing her best perfume as well as her favourite jewellery set. The necklace with the diamond studs, offset perfectly against her dark, shoulder length hair. She had put a lot of effort into looking her best and had all week been trying on different outfits in our bedroom. Now, despite the long drive to the hotel she looked perfectly elegant. There was a tangible silence between us as we stood hand in hand. From over by the bar a blonde haired gent in a dark blue suit walked out to meet us. He smiled with perfect teeth, introduced himself as Bob and kissed Kathy’s hand. He welcomed us and led us over to where Vikki was sitting cross-legged. It was strange to see them in person. We had both seen Vikki having sex with two and often three black men in the past. She was full-on and bubbly. Thirty one years of age with a toned, shapely figure, long blonde hair and particularly nice tits. She wore a black choker and a lovely split dinner dress that flashed her thighs. Her eyes were a light, Scandinavian blue but a tan suggestive of sunnier climates. I liked her right away. Warm and forward with a broad sense of humour.
‘Every time I think it’s going to happen’ Vikki said as Bob got drinks from the bar. Kathy sat next to me, her dress rising delightfully up her legs. ‘We’ve been trying for 18 months now’. You could see just how much it meant to her. Every knowing glance she shared with her husband relayed their combined thrill. It was a notion I hoped to share with Kathy one day. The allure of having ones wife fucked by black cock can be difficult to relay to other men. I could tell how she felt a connection though had many questions. Clearly embarrassed about asking them out loud. On bringing up the subject of Kathy’s meet with Randall our new friends saw my wife’s unease. Ensuring us that there was no commitment today and if we liked we could happily watch events only. On this Vikki leaned forward touching my wife’s leg and added that the men who were coming would certainly provide for her if we did decide to join in.
Though Vikki and Kathy where so different they soon seemed to share a bond. Perhaps the older woman saw in my wife potential and a suitability for black cock. Afterwards we all went up to the room Bob had booked. By then Kathy had sampled several glasses of white wine. Though she was still tense she gave me several warm, appreciative smiles. Tracing the back of my hand with her thumb in a suggestive, flirtatious manner. Her dark eyes sparkled as we held hands playfully in the lift. I cast a discreet gaze over her firm, rounded tits and appreciated the stiffening in my crotch. Vikki was growing more excited by the minute now. She had been very commending towards my wife. Not just in the way she spoke but the way she looked at her. Especially complementary of Kathy’s figure. Her dress and hair. It wasn’t hard to tell a real sexual attraction on her part.
‘I’m so glad you decided to come’ she had said. ‘It’s going to be so exciting having another couple watching’.
The four of us waited. It was a spacious room. As classy as the rest of the Hotel with a large double bed against the wall, a wide-screen television, small bar and bathroom. A perfect view across the still Lake gave a relaxing, unworldly feeling. Bob had spared no expense and cracked open a whisky from the bar. He poured us both shots then began setting up his camera. As he did so Vikki perched on the bed while Kathy took a seat opposite on the couch. I was pleased to see her dress pull tight around her fine waxed thighs. Catching my eyes wandering over her body she smiled. A connection interrupted rudely by a firm knock on the door.
‘Enjoy yourselves you two’ were Bob’s words to us. Kathy suddenly appeared beside me, quickly straightening her outfit and adjusting her hair. It excited me to see how much of an impression she wanted to make. Her eyes on Bob as he went to unlock the door. She had been looking forward to this for weeks. Video was one thing but actually being in the same room was quite something else.
One by one three black men came into the room. I have to say that they where exactly as we had imagined. All big and obviously well built. Dressed casually in jeans and jackets. Each was lean and their eyes dark and roaming. Quite fierce and piercing as they scanned the room. Taking in everything, including ourselves. The two women had their immediate attention and the first broke into a smile in recognition of Vikki.
‘Hey baby’ he said casually placing a hand around her neck and delivering a kiss on the mouth. The others followed behind. Kathy stepped a little closer to me as they gave both her and the blonde a generous going over.
‘This is Peter and Kathy’ Bob said, introducing us. ‘It’s their first time. They’re just watching today’. I held out my hand to the nearest of them. His grip was firm as he shook without reply. All the time his gaze cast behind me where my wife stood.
‘Pleased to meet you….’, Kathy said. Her voice wavering as the men cast hardened, almost cruel looks in our direction. I stepped back and felt her hand slide into mine. She was intimidated. I could see it on her face. Excited too by the arrival of these strong men. Though somehow fearful all the same.
Vikki was keen to take over. The men towered over her 5,5 as they surrounded her and we stepped to the rear of the bedroom to give them more room. Already they where putting their hands all over the blondes body. It was as though they owned her and their familiarity took us by surprise. Bob grinned, enjoying the scene and began recording through the camera. I could already sense the needy heat coming off the three of them. They knew what they where here for sure enough and in front of our eyes hands stroked, cupped and slid. Understandably they each began glancing curiously back towards the two of us. Kathy moving a little closer to me as the one we had spoken to ran his gaze up and down her body. Liking what he saw. It noticeably unsettled my wife. Clearly turned on by having him look at her. Seeing this the man smiled and turned his attention back to Vikki.
Bob set the camera on the tripod. We watched as they undressed his wife. Taking off her dress, revealing her black suspenders.
‘What you here for honey?’ he grinned, eye to the lens.
‘Well Hon, looks like I’m in for some rough treatment today’. The camera had always suited Vikki and she loved playing to it. The men gathered around finally unclipping her bra and exposing her nice, firm tits. She had a good body. Seeing their hands, sliding and cupping her was a treat. Not to mention very exciting. There was a real surge in the room as they took off their own clothes and let their big dicks spring free. Needless to say they where well hung. Two especially so and their own bodies where especially toned. I smiled at my wife, feeling her stimulation as she looked between them. The first time she’d seen a real black dick in person. Vikki lay on the bed. Her blonde hair trailed down her shoulders over her tanned skin. The first man started by giving her some head, tonguing her full pussy lips. The others standing by and jerking off. She soon began to buck and groan. Sighing with pleasure as her pussy was tickled and tongued.
Giddily she turned onto her knees. Spreading herself so she could be eaten from behind. One of the men obliged, grasping her full ass and burying his mouth between her legs.
‘Mmm oh yeah’ Vikki gasped in her sexy southern drawl. Confident and horny, one walked around the bed, his dick bobbing and took up stance in front of her. Then, pushing back her hair, Vikki raised a hand and placed her wedding ringed hand around his shaft.
‘Oh yeah that’s nice Hon’ Bob grinned as his wife played her tongue on the tip of his erection before wrapping her lips around and choking down on it.
‘Yeah bitch, suck that dick’ he gasped. Sucking noisily Vikki turned and took the next in her willing, married mouth. The sight was one to behold as she forced it down her throat, his flat shaved sack flattening against her chin.
The horny men where soon ready to fuck Vikki properly. All the time encouraged by Bob. One of them began kissing her on the mouth again as a second mounted the bed. With one arm he pinned one of her legs out to the side and pushed his way in. Vikki moaned as he penetrated deep, her lips spreading to take him. Accommodating him and reaching out to hold the other two men who stood awaiting their turn. She grinned at her husband who was red faced and revelling in the sight. Slowly, building up the man’s big ass shifted and drove moans from her lips.
‘That’s it. Fuck her. Fuck that married whore’ Bob grinned. I could understand why he wanted to be close to his wife. I shared a glance with Kathy. Both shocked by just how roughly the men treated her. The big man rode, pushing himself up all the way so his balls slapped between her thighs again and again. Letting loose a little shriek Vikki announced that she was coming. As his dick pounded into her pussy the whole exposed ridge of his black dick glistened with her juice.
With a slap on the back he gave up his turn for now and one of the others guided himself in. Big as he was this second male penetrated all the way, filling Vikki and making her groan loudly with satisfaction. Folding her ankles over his waist he fucked her quickly. There was raw aggression in his fucking and when he came Vikki was gasping and breathless.
‘You nut in her’ Bob grinned hopefully.
‘Uh-huh’ he nodded wiping his brow. The third man wasted no time. His cock a long hard erection. We could see how excited he was. How much he was looking forward to screwing this hot woman. He slid himself and started taking his turn. On and on it went. The three black men using her body, tapping each other of the shoulder to take a turn. Grunting with satisfaction as they made love to her. Bob encouraged all the time. Asking his wife if she was ok and telling the men to pump her harder.
‘That’s good married hole eh boys?’ There was strain on her face as her pussy was used. Kathy squeezed my hand. For a long time now she had had been looking forward to being here today. She was transfixed, enjoying the sight. We where watching a lovely, white woman being aggressively bred. She wanted a black baby alright. Enjoying every moment.
Beside me Kathy’s breathing became heavy. Showing her own excitement as she stepped a little closer. Bob shared her look. He too found the sight too perverse and too wonderful to ignore. Reaching into a top pocket he produced a small bottle of blue tablets. Pills to keep the erections going. The rhythmic squeaking of the bed ground to a halt as the current stud unloaded his balls into Vikki’s fertile womb. Each had blown one load into her from my understanding and as the current stud unloaded his balls the next taking his place, sliding easily into her cunt. He was the biggest of the three. Thick dark meat. Vikki groaned. Her legs stiffening as he ground in the last inch. Gasping with fulfilling pleasure. Her face showing the strain and the size of their big cocks. The first sign of semen running down her crack as her body was violently ravaged.
I swapped hands with my wife and slipped my arm around her neat, tight waist. Her skirt was quite high above the knee. Showing off her smooth legs. Right down to her shiny, high heels. It was a sexy outfit. Classy and stylish. She was watching another woman being bred. Unable to hide how turned on this made her. I looked longingly down to her cleavage. Prominent but tastefully displayed. Kathy has an envious, wonderful figure. I’m a lucky man. Since Vikki and Bob had invited us to watch one of their breeding sessions she had thought of little else. She liked to watch the videos at home with me. Maybe imagining herself in Vikki’s place. Being bred by a group of horny black men over and over as they dumped their sperm into her one by one. She was ashamed of herself I knew. But she couldn’t hide from me how she felt.
Gently I traced my hand down her back. Making her shiver as I touched her smooth white skin. Kathy glanced at me and smiled. Trying to show me she was ok. From the bed Vikki was moaning louder. Calling out as she was furiously humped. I could see just how aroused my own wife was. The sight, the noise and smell of the room. It was really getting to her. Kathy’s hand squeezed again on mine as the big, black cock pumped on before her eyes. Pounding away. Her dark eyes fixed to where he was thrusting deep and hard into Vikki’s body. Taking every inch deep with hot sperm running, oozing out of her willing cunt. Running down between her thighs to the sheet. The blonde seemed delirious with pleasure while the men could not hide their satisfaction. Engaged in constant discourse with Bob. Each stroke controlled and strong as the current stud fucked back and forth. His huge balls flopping against her. Meeting her again and again.
As if sensing my wife’s look, he turned his head and looked her in the eye. There was sweat on his brow and his eyes where intense. He knew what she was feeling and all the men had regularly been glancing over in her direction. I smiled as she swallowed dryly. Enjoying his look as it ran down her beautiful figure. Down over her big tits to her legs then back up to her face again. One of the other men followed his stare and grinned. His teeth showing a bright white as he shamelessly admired her chest. His cock was a firm, glistening erection and he held it so Kathy could see. Gently stroking it up and down. As if my wife where thinking what it would be like to have every black inch deep between her legs. To have each pound her into the mattress. Kathy took a small step back. As if caught in the magic and not wishing to impose. She couldn’t do this could she? Bob though, had noticed. He knew what was happening here and with a smile he nodded to me.
‘I think there’s more white pussy going here boys’ he said with a mocking laugh. Kathy’s tongue ran over her lips and her eyes widened as if in shock. Amazed to hear spoken out loud what she clearly felt inside. The attention was suddenly all on her. Pulling her waist to me I pushed back her dark, rich hair.
‘Your well overdue some black cock’ I whispered in her ear. Letting go my wife’s hand we could all see her indecision. Even though I knew she would never regret her choice to come here today. Vikki saw it as well.
‘Too good for nigger dick?’ she asked, her voice erratic and jerking between hard, deep strokes.
‘Of…Of course not’ came Kathy’s hasty, offended tone. Her voice trailed off as she realised what she had said. Vikki smiled.
‘Prove it honey’.
That was all the men needed. The two sculpted males who had been watching and waiting their turn with Vikki crossed the bed, determined to seize their chance. I moved away from my wife as they approached. Leaving her alone and exposed to the side of the hotel room. Their faces were lean and hungry. The nearest one was broad and tall, his skin quite dark with a thick layer of muscle over his abdomen. Even on her high heels Kathy was three or four inches shorter than he. His cock was standing out, erect and shifting side to side as he walked.
‘You look fine baby?’ he muttered as his friend joined him the two men began touching my wife’s body. Kathy stood almost rigidly. Staring straight ahead as her big tits were gathered and lifted through the dress. Enjoying her wonderfully kept figure. Running their palms and fingers over her hips, chest and down her shoulders. Kathy released a long breath, so turned on she closed her eyes. Statuesque as they touched her. The impatience of the men came first though. Kathy seemed to shiver as her dress was roughly unzipped down the back. As if suddenly awakened from a dream. Glancing back at me she already she knew what was going to happen. It was too late and there was a look of acceptance about her. As the man slipped her dress down to the floor she stood submissively. The one at her back, eagerly struggling to unfasten her bra as his brother held up Kathy’s chin, looked into her eyes and traced lines down her cheeks with the back of his hand. Even now I could still see her conscience battling with her. As this intimidating black man ran his eyes down her body she returned his look. Vikki was still being screwed hard, gasping that she was coming again. Her bull watched events with interest as she rocked under the weight of him. His ass driving up and down, burying his black meat inside her with each stroke.