I know it will be black when it’s born, there can be no doubt. For the last year, Michael, our lodger, has been much closer to my wife than I have. And when I say close, I mean close. Mona won’t let me anywhere near her since he moved into our spare room. Although his tenure in that room didn’t last very long at all.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was working all hours and my wife, Mona, was at home all day by herself. We are a childless couple (I am considerably older than she), and we thought that a nice, polite young college student like Michael would add a little life to our quiet home – how right we were!
It happened really quickly too. Within a week I came home to discover that Mike’s position in our home had been elevated from that of lodger to lover. Like any man, at first I was horrified when I discovered them in bed together – actually, they weren’t in bed. I came home early from work one day to find Mona on her knees in the middle of our lounge with Michael’s large black cock sticking out of her mouth. What shocked me more was that they both seemed so cool about it. There was no crying or regretful apologies, no remorse or embarrassed covering of naked bodies. They didn’t even acknowledge that I was in the room until Mona had encouraged a huge deposit of sperm from Michael’s cock and then proceeded to swallow most of it with a gleeful expression.
Of course, I ordered him out. Told him to “fuck off” in no uncertain terms, but when Mona said that if he went then so would she, I realised that I was in trouble. It was obvious that we had to talk. I wanted to talk to my wife alone but, again, I was to be disappointed. It seemed that as we were all in this together, then we would all talk together. I had very little say in the matter; Mona and Michael had already virtually decided what was going to happen before the conversation started: They were going to be together. If I didn’t like it, I could leave or I could stay and just deal with the situation. The problem was that I still loved my wife, worshipped at her feet – quite literally sometimes – to lose her would have been the end of my world.
And so it was decided. I moved into the guest room and Michael moved into my room, with my wife and in my bed.
At first it wasn’t so bad. We all agreed to keep up a pretence for the benefit of our friends and neighbours. I would lie awake in my single bed at night listening to the sounds that came from the room adjacent. I recalled the sight of Michael’s cock when I had caught them together. I knew that he was big, but from the sounds of ecstatic lust that emanated from their room and from Mona, it appeared that he also well knew how to use his tool properly. Sleep would evade me most nights until the early hours, my mind filling in the gaps, putting images to the sounds I could hear. And then something weird happened. As I listened to the sounds of their lovemaking, their sex-play, I began to develop an erection.
As the days, and nights, passed, it began to happen more and more frequently and it soon got to the stage where I could hardly look at the two of them together without getting a hard-on. Many’s the night I jerked myself to sleep and awoke to a sticky mess on my belly.
Up until then Michael and my wife had been fairly discreet; their sex sessions had been mainly confined to times when I wasn’t around or when I was in bed, but, slowly, that began to change. More and more often I was returning from work at my usual time to find the downstairs empty and sounds of sexual gratification coming from the master bedroom – their bedroom. I had to pass the room to get to my own room and often would find their door ajar or sometimes even wide open. It was difficult not to peek and I often stole a quick glance as I passed.