Chapter 3

Pet stood in front of the mirror admiring her form. “Not bad! Not bad at all,” she thought to herself as she fought off the last bit of the sleepiness with her second cup of coffee. It had been several weeks since she and Kat first sucked off each other’s husbands, but it seemed like an eternity. So much had happened since then, including her period, but now she was in her prime time and ovulating. Rick had been gone since Wednesday of the previous week, and now, one week later, Pet was hornier than she had ever been. She was planning a special welcome for Rick on Friday, one that was sure to be spent in bed. Their love life had taken on a new sense of adventure, as if a door had been opened and beyond was a fantasy world of unknown delights.

Eager to explore a seemingly endless world of sexual fantasy and pleasure, Pet’s attitude toward life had changed. She flew out of bed in the morning with boundless energy and exploding sexual drive. Rick was ecstatic with the change in her, and encouraged her wickedness. Pet and her friend spent every day planning, scheming and writing fantasy stories that the two created using themselves as the main characters. Not only did the stories she wrote sell very well, but the added income allowed them to spend the extra on play toys, videos, and even on family memberships to the nudist association.

After that fateful afternoon when they decided to risk finding out just how far their husbands might go, the two had arranged several follow-on meetings for the couples. Each dinner party was spent mostly in the nude, and the enormous sexual electricity proved unstoppable as trading spouses was always on the menu. The women had provided full details of their trips to the nudist resort, and, although Rick was unable to go because of travel, John did accompany the pair on one occasion and loved it. There was a new openness shared by all that was evidenced by the changes in language and topics of conversation. Pet would openly comment on the subtle differences between John and Rick’s cocks, even daring to speculate on what other men’s cocks would be like. Kat joined in the fantasy until the two women had the men wound up tighter than bow strings just from talking. On the other hand, Rick would tease right back with descriptions of taste and wetness differences between Kat and Pet’s pussies. John would join in by tendering his opinion, even playfully fingering Pet while he spoke.

The result was always the same as they wound up having great oral sex in their mutual company. However, that’s all they managed, since the thought of actually fucking each other’s spouse was still untried. Oh, it wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about it. Indeed, that topic of conversation was teasingly tossed around at every dinner date, and was even seriously considered in private between the two women. In fact, it became their next serious bet when Pet had teased Kat about who could make each other’s husband come quicker with their blow jobs.

The men didn’t know that they were the subjects of a competition when the two wives attacked them. Starting with a “one, two, three, GO!” the two jumped the other’s husbands and went to work. The men were startled by the voracity of the mouths on their cocks, but they didn’t complain. Pet and Kat worked their heads off to win the prize of being the first to work their tails off. Some extra tongue action and deep throating was more than Rick could take, and he exploded with an unusually large load into Kat’s awaiting mouth. She took three good blasts before pulling away and opening her mouth to show Pet and John her gooey prize. The mere sight of Rick’s cum on Kat’s tongue was more than John could take, and he blasted into Pet’s throat with solid shots of his own. However, before the third pulse, Kat had already swallowed her creamy prize, and was revelling in the thought that she had won the right to fuck Rick before Pet would be allowed to fuck John.

It really didn’t matter who won because the two women had already made up their minds that they were willing to take the next step. The fun was in the planning and scheming of just how to choreograph the scene. It all had to be just right, and the mood had to be intense. They had argued about whether to do it when each other was present and could watch, or to arrange a private meeting when the partners could conduct their infidelity alone. Each scenario had its pluses and minuses. However, one thing was for sure, the stories that Pet submitted to the publishers had every conceivable script written out for the two wives’ consideration, and they were wild with excitement.

It was a constant, but welcome challenge for the two women to continually come up with new story themes and twists. They were really getting into their work, taking on pen names for anonymity that allowed them entire freedom of thought. No one would know where these terribly nasty thoughts originated, no one, that is, except each other and their husbands. They tried to shock each other with new fantasies, testing the material on themselves before daring to release their scripts to the men. They were very cautious of what they were willing to reveal about their thoughts, and treaded on eggshells before getting up enough guts to open another aspect of personal wickedness.

On one occasion, while searching their minds for nastier material, Pet slipped, “Kat, do you ever think about that guy we met at the resort?”

“You mean the one in the band?” Kat responded.

“Yeah. The one with the big schlong.”

“He was black, Pet,” Kat said dismissing the thought.

“That’s what I was getting at ... a big black schlong.”

“Oh, Pet! You can’t be serious!” Kat said slyly.

Pet had an evil look on her face as she hoped to get Kat’s juices stirred, “Serious as a heart attack. In fact, I’ve been thinking about how it would feel to be stretched by a thick black dick like that. I mean, being a blonde housewife and all. Wouldn’t that be absolutely the ultimate?”

Kat’s flushed face gave Pet the victory she was seeking. She had caught Kat off guard, and was well aware that if she kept pushing the story line, her friend would come around. And come around she did, but there was still something mysterious about the way Kat responded. Something that Pet couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Well, now that you mention it, what white girl hasn’t thought of that. I just didn’t think that it ever crossed your mind, but, since you broke the ice, I have given it a nasty thought or two. Geez, Pet, I don’t know if I want to go there. Everything we’ve put in our stories so far we’ve tried acting, and...”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be a trip?”

“God, you have a nasty mind. And one I happen to love, but first I’m going to claim my prize as soon as your Rick gets home, then we can talk about new horizons. I can see it now, my good friend Pet Bonner sneaking around on her husband, getting her afternoon delights with a big black cock. Pet, do you really think you’d like getting screwed by a black guy?” Kat asked seriously.

Pet started to sweat as she said, “It’s just a fantasy, Kat. And, you know what’s the embarrassing part?” She moved closer to her friend as if not to be over heard. “Part of the fantasy is about being controlled ... you know, being ... forced into it.”

Kat was playing with her now, getting the answers she was seeking, “Girl, you’ve got one sick mind! I’m just glad you share it with me. But seriously, I know a few women who have tried it, and they say that they’re hooked. They not only get a rush from the contrast, but they say it’s the stretching. They say a black dick gets so fat when it swells that it’s almost like having a baby without the pain.”

“Really? You know someone who has a black lover?” asked Pet excitedly. “Does their husband know?”

Kat answered, “Yeah, really. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but several women have confided in me that they have a couple of guys that service them on a regular basis. And what’s funny is that their husbands encourage it. They enjoy jacking off while either watching their wives getting fucked by these guys, or they get off hearing about their wives secret meetings while they’re at work. Some even make the arrangements for their wives to go out on dates with their lovers, then pick them up afterwards after they’d been freshly fucked.”

“God, Kat, and I thought I was the only one who even dreamed this stuff. This is great material for some stories.” Then Pet got a devilish look on her face, “You know that I like to try out what I put in my stories, but I can’t imagine taking the first step. I’m sitting here getting soaked just imagining Rick wanting to watch me like that. I don’t know if I’d love him or hate him for it ... no, actually I do know...” Pet bit her lip and said, “I’d love him for it.”

They laughed and agreed to first things first. Kat had won the bet, and she did get first crack at full-blown infidelity, but Pet’s mind wasn’t stopping with John. She knew to herself that it was only a step on their long journey. She just didn’t know how far, and in which direction that journey would lead, but she was going along for the ride because it felt good there in first class.

Pet liked the image she saw in the mirror, and she liked the effect her new life was having on her mind and body. She was convinced that the two went hand in hand, and that the results in the reflection were a sign that life was extremely good. The weeks of nude sunbathing and tips to the resort yielded a smooth flawless tan from head to toe. Not a white line broke the continuity of brown, not even on her well-formed nipples or her smooth hairless pussy. Both she and Kat found that they attracted extra attention by keeping their pussies shaved, and they loved catching people staring at their most private possessions. Pet’s pussy was particularly fascinating, since having several children, the spread between her thighs was at least two full fingers of space. She stood with an open invitation to the treasure of moist inner lips and protruding clitoris, which often gave away her true feelings by becoming as stiff as a miniature penis. The audacity of standing in front of a strange man dangling her hard clit from a bare snatch was a game that sent chills coursing through her body, and kept her charged with wicked excitement. She was becoming bolder and bolder, not only thinking of wilder things that could happen in her life, but also secretly wishing they would come true against her will.

Pet was becoming wet just thinking about the possibilities, as she prepared to shower down before her friend arrived for their daily chat and fantasy session. She left the door unlocked for Kat as she did every day, and, just before closing the shower door, she heard the front door close.

“I won’t be a minute, Kat,” Pet shouted toward the living room. “I got the pictures developed from Saturday, and they’re on the counter. Join you in a flash.” There was no answer, but it didn’t register as Pet’s mind was on other things. She got into the shower and proceeded to lose herself in the warm soapy water.

Ten minutes later, Pet was blow-dried, made up, and ready to meet Kat for another day of writing and girl scheming. By now it was automatic for Kat to come in, disrobe, and wait for Pet on the patio with a cup of coffee. Pet never bothered to dress, spending most of the time nude, especially when Rick was out of town, and today was typical. She strolled down the hall, stopping in the kitchen to pour herself a cup as she always did then proceeded to the patio.

“I was thinking about starting on our black theme...” Pet said absentmindedly as she slid the screen half open before stopping in her tracks. The huge black man sitting at the table under the umbrella had been shuffling through the photos before turning to meet Pet’s gaze.

“Pretty hot pictures you got here,” the man said with a broad smile, his white teeth contrasting with his jet- black skin. Pet froze as her cup shattered on the floor. As the man rose from the chair, his frame stretched to over six feet. Pet could only look up for a split second, then, remembering that she was stark naked in front of the intruder, she began to back up only to have another large black man stop her progress from behind. She turned in fright, totally in shock and trying desperately to hide her body from the piercing eyes of the two black men.

“Ooooooweeeee! I do believe we hit the jackpot,” said the man between her and the door. “Wait till Darden sees what we found.”

“What ... oh, God ... what...” Pet’s voice cracked in hysteria.

“What are we doing here? Is that what you want to say?” said the first man who was now approaching her.

“Ye ... yess” she managed.

“Come on now, Missy. You look like an intelligent, if not well built woman,” said the man dressed in an orange jump suit. He approached Pet who was cowering and trying to cover three spots with only two hands. “I’ll give you ten seconds to get a clue,” he continued.

Pet immediately focused on the orange jump suits, and quickly surmised that they were prisoners from a work detail near the state prison. “Ok, so you’re from the prison,” she said quivering.

“Very good! What else do you see?”

Pet’s voice was shaking uncontrollably, even though she tried desperately to conceal her fright. “Well, you don’t appear to be armed and dangerous...”

“Hey, Carl, you hear that? We’re not considered armed and dangerous,” the second man said as he came forward on the patio.

Carl approached Pet, and with slow but strong deliberate hands moved her small delicate arms to her sides leaving her totally exposed in front of them. Her body broke out in a profuse sweat to match the overall electric shock coursing from head to toe. All she could do was stare from her green eyes, knowing that the two black men didn’t have to undress her, she was already nude.

“Depends on your point of view, Josh. Dangerous? Perhaps. Armed? Well, in this case, I’d say definitely,” said Carl as he made obvious his motion to massage his nuts.

Josh picked up on the obvious, and started toward Pet as he began unzipping his jumpsuit. “You know, Carl, I’ll just bet little missy here can find us some decent clothes to wear instead of this trash. But first, I got something that needs immediate attention. And, what luck to find such a sweet white thing to give us just what we need. Don’t you think?”

Pet’s eyes went wild as Josh’s jumpsuit cleared his hips on the way to the ground. He never liked wearing underwear, and his large black fuck stick sprang free, already on its way to full mast. Pet couldn’t believe its size, a good ten inches without a doubt. But when Carl followed suit and disrobed on the way to her body, his black bat jutted out farther than Josh’s, obviously making him the alpha male.

By the time the men reached Pet, she could only manage short rapid breadths, and her body shook when she mustered enough to ask the obvious, “Wha ... what are you going to do?” It sounded like a lame movie script, but it elicited the response that she knew was coming.

“Do?” Carl laughed as he got in her face and reached down to insert a finger in her bare, but embarrassingly sopping slit. “We’re both going to fuck our first piece of white blond housewife we’ve had in years. Then, when we’re done, we’re going to turn you over, and...”

“No!” she screamed almost silently, crying profusely at the words. “Please don’t, you’ll get me pregnant.”

“Oooo ... now, there’s a thought,” said Josh who was roughly squeezing her right breast and fingering her nipple. “I know all white women think of having a black baby, and we’re just going to satisfy both our needs at the same time. You drain my balls in your sweet white cunt, and I let you keep all that black baby seed as a souvenir.”

“No ... please don’t,” she cried through flowing tears. “I’m ovulating ... my kids ... my husband ... my friends...” she pleaded not to be taken, but her flowing juice betrayed her. Her pussy was almost gushing at the realization that her dirtiest thoughts might literally cum true. She could only close her eyes and let her voice trail off as Carl bent down and sucked in her left nipple. It hardened like steel, matching the other, and her breathing became deeper as she went into shock. Josh lifted her easily, and carried her to the bedroom where the king size bed was left unmade.

A soft mattress, sweet smelling sheets and black virgin white housewife was all the two men needed. She was thrown on the bed, and was immediately set upon by the two blacks. Their skin was extremely black, not brown like so many others, and that gave the trio extra contrast. Josh knelt at Pet’s head, took her by the hair, and commanded, “Now suck this black tool, bitch. Use that tongue on my pee hole and make sure you get that shaft all the way down that blond throat!” Pet could only comply with the best she had, knowing that she could deep throat both Rick and John, but never testing her skills on anything larger. “Be good, bitch, and you may get some extra favours,” Josh softened his tone.

The moment that the bulbous black head hit her lips she felt a shock go through her body, but it was different than she expected. It was shock of excitement that she was actually sucking on a black man’s cock. Half of her dirtiest imaginable thoughts were happening as she ran her tongue around the head, flicking his pee slit, then engulfing the shaft. Pet grabbed the base of the black dick that was now stiff as a light pole, and began giving head in earnest. At the same time, she felt her legs being spread, and a warm extremely wet sensation overwhelm her pussy as Carl began feasting on her flowing vaginal lips.

“As long as I’m going to be raped, I’m going to make the most of it,” she thought to herself. “I’ll show these black fuckers what a white woman can do!” And, she started to turn the tables. Pet ran her tongue up and down the shaft she was holding, only changing motions to lick the peach size black ball sack that held the supply of sperm that was meant for her. “Oh, my God,” she thought again, “I’m actually doing it. I actually have a black man’s dick in my mouth! Mmmmm...” Her mind betrayed her as she enjoyed the wicked sensation of interracial taboo. Instead of fighting it, Pet knew that this was her chance to experience what was pounding in her brain for the last few weeks. Her first black experience was happening now, and she could either make it horrible or enormously exciting. She chose the later, but didn’t want to let on to her excitement. This time, it wasn’t her mind that betrayed her, it was her pussy.