Just A Little Story
   
   
The following is a true story. The following is my life. This story
takes place over the past year and a half. If you live in the Los Angeles
area known as the South Bay many of the places mentioned will be familiar
to you. This is an ongoing story, with at the time of writing no
resolution. It will probably take place over the course of many different
chapters. 

It involves my wife Karen and me. Karen is 5'3" brown hair and eyes.
Nice upturned breasts and large erect nipples most of the time. We met 
when we were teenagers, and lived together for 10 years.  
   
It started one Saturday night, actually Saturday evening. My wife
had come home from  her job in a highly agitated state. First I suppose
that I should fill you in on what she does. She is a fragrance model in
department stores. Yes, one of those annoying girls that come up to you and
try to get you to buy perfume. She works directly for one company and is
called a "rotator." Although she is paid hourly and receives no commission,
she is expected to sell x amount of dollars of product per day that she's
in store. Why this is important you will see as the story progresses.
Anyway she fidgeted and squirmed all through dinner and instead of our
usual Saturday night of going to the movies she insisted that we go home
and go to bed. Once in bed she turned into a wild woman first sucking me
then begging to be fucked. She was wet from the start and climbed on top of
me and rode me like a bucking bronco. After what must have been her
fifteenth orgasm I rolled her over and continued to fuck her. This is my
favorite position for 'nasty talk' and I wanted to know what had gotten her
going. This is where my story begins... 
   
It seems that during the coarse of the day a young good looking black
guy and come up to the men's fragrance counter to try on some cologne. She
described him as a Bo Jackson look alike. He was wearing a cut off football
jersey and what she described as "skin tight" bike shorts with "the biggest
cock that I have ever seen" clearly visible. I was beginning to get turned
on by her increasingly smutty talk. I ask her to continue and tell me
everything that happened. He was standing in front of the counter with her,
and the sales girl was standing behind the counter. He was laughing and
joking with the both of them about needing something that would drive the
girls wild. As he said this he looked Karen (my wife) in the eyes
and then glanced down at his cock. Karen suggested her brand of cologne
and offered the bottle to him. He removed the cap and dropped it on the
floor in front of him. Karen volunteered to pick it up and coming back up
put her right in front of his monster cock. She paused for a moment and
then straightened up. She swore that his pants were so tight and made of
sheer material that close up she could see the vein running down the top of
his prick. When she straightened up he asked her what she thought. Her
reply was "about what?" Him, " do you like it?" Her, now blushing " like
it? ah..." The sales girl having noticed what had just gone on interrupted
with "the cologne Karen, he wants to know if you think it smells good on
him."  The next twenty minutes by her guess was a repeat of the same, his
trying different colognes on and dropping the cap on nearly everyone of
them. Her bending down to pick them up and coming up to be inches away from
his monster cock. By now telling me this had me harder than I had been in
some time and I was fucking her like when we had first met. I told her to
continue and to tell me everything. She finished by saying that he bought
not only the cologne but everything that her company made and commented
that he had had the most fun that you can have with your clothes on. I
asked her if she had been alone with him what would she have done. She
screamed out in the height of orgasm "pull out that big huge cock and suck
it dry." At this we were both coming like there was no tomorrow. She was
digging her nails into my ass, pulling my ass apart and pulling me into her
at the same time, I was coming so hard that I thought my balls were going
to explode. 
   
I rolled off of her, thinking that we were finished, but my cock had
other things in mind. I was still hard as a rock! I told her if she wanted
more to climb on and go for it. She jumped on top of my rock hard cock and
started grinding her pussy into me. I pinched and squeezed her tits and
pulled on her nipples. I told her that her little story had really turned
me on, not like the romantic BS stories that she was fond of hearing. I
wanted to hear more out of her. Having my pretty little wife talk
like a sex ravaged slut was doing things to me that I had never known, and
judging by her reaction it was doing the same for her. She put her arms
under my armpits and grabbing onto my shoulders started to grind and pound
her pussy into me like never before. With her mouth just inches away from
my ear she started talking like I had never heard her talk before. "So you
like hearing about your little Karen sucking some big black cock? Does
that turn you on? Having this black stud  pound his cock down my throat
while I strain to keep from choking on it? I'd love for that to happen. I
would have loved to take him into a dressing room and give him the blow job
of his life. I would have gotten down on my knees and sucked his cock and
them lifted it up and licked his balls. Then when he was so hot that he
couldn't have stood it any longer I would have deep throated him and felt
that big dick shooting directly down my throat." That was it. I felt my
second orgasms start in my balls and fire through my dick like a rocket. I
slammed my cock into her and shot my hot come so far into her that she
could probably taste it. As I started to come she started coming and bit
down on my shoulder. It hurt like hell but it made my orgasm all the more
intense. 
   
When it was all over we both were a sweaty mess. My dick was raw from
fucking, my balls felt like they would never work again. I had a Kleenex on
my shoulder to stop the bleeding from Karen's teeth. Her tits were sore
from my pinching and pulling, and her pussy had gone dry. I laid there
waiting to see who would be the first to speak. I guess that it had to be
me. "That was awesome, if you ever think up any more stories like that I'll
be happy to listen." "Really, do you mean it? You're not mad at me or
anything?" "No Karen, you know that I couldn't live without you,
especially after what just happened to me." Anytime you want to tell me a
dirty story I'm all ears.