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Sondra was bored. It was her birthday and she was in tears.
"Birthdays should never fall in the middle of the week.", she thought. Her twenty-ninth birthday and she was spending the evening sitting in the living room watching TV while her husband slept in the next room. "What a life!", she thought. She should be out dancing or something. Sondra thought she should be all dressed up, not wearing the five-year-old summer dress she wears for chores around the house. At the very least, she should have gotten her hair done. She looked pretty enough in a pony tail and actually preferred the style, but it would have been nice to get spoiled and pampered at the salon.
She had spent the better part of this so called "Special Day" doing all the chores expected of a modern wife and mother: the laundry was done, her Volvo was dropped off at the shop for its much needed brake job, the grocery shopping was done for the week, and little Timmy was spending the night his grandparents parents house as she had promised her mother weeks ago. Sondra even found some time today to spend on the phone with her secret lover, but she always found time when it came to Ty.
Ty and she worked the same shift at the Marriott that's where they met about four years ago. They've been close friends ever since. That in of itself seemed unusual. Sondra, the classic Nordic princess with pale blue eyes, high cheekbones, and almost platinum blond hair that shimmered and seemed to scream, "ARYAN." Sondra, who, growing up in Colorado, had thought of black people as almost abstract, a character on television, a sports figure, or the occasional repairman. This same Sondra now, and for the past years, considered this black man, Ty, to be her best friend.
It wasn't just that Ty was a Negro, Ty was dark and beautiful. His skin was a smooth rich mahogany color, a Wesley Snipes color, and actually Ty favored the famous actor a little, now that she thought about it. Only, Ty's large Roman nose and the surname Materro betrayed his mixed Latin/Negro heritage.
It was the contrast between the two of them that stood out the most. Sondra had to learn to ignore the attention they drew when having lunch together or holding hands at the park. The stares and whispers never seemed to bother Ty, nothing really seemed bother Ty. But, it still bothered her sometimes, though she tried not to let it show. Yet, Ty was the greatest lover she had ever known and more importantly the best friend she ever had. She wasn't about to let the prejudice of others jeopardize that. She loved Ty. He was kind, gentle and sensitive to her feelings without appearing weak. Sondra was of strong character and valued strength in others. Ty was also probably the most intelligent man she ever met. Not scholarly, but he was certainly well read, but just plain smart.
When Sondra had a problem, she couldn't solve, she'd go to him. Ty would dissect the problem, get to the core and offer a solution. More often than not it would be the perfect solution. Not that she was in any way dependent on Ty. Sondra wasn't dependent on anyone. She had come a long way beholding to no one, but like any good manager she would use all available resources and Ty was an excellent resource.
Ty was a special kind of man all right, but what made him really unique was his nonjudgmental nature. Sondra knew she could tell him anything and his love and friendship would remain unconditional. Ty made her feel special even if she didn't fit another's idea of "special".
Her opinion of Ty wasn't universal. There were others at work that found Ty somewhat intimidating. Sondra could understand that. Ty with his six-foot muscular frame, contrasting Sondra's petite figure, his dark piercing eyes dominating a dark and unblemished face. He was certainly mature and showed few signs of his thirty-three years. He carried himself with a, "Don't fuck with me", confidence, acquired growing up in the Bronx, that he could turn on and off at will. Ty could seem intimidating to many, but not to her. She liked him from the first night they worked the reception desk together, long before they both got promoted to different departments. Sondra probably fell in love with him the first time she saw him smile. He had a smile that made you feel everything was right with the world. It was a look that came from his soul. It was Ty's smile that kept her from being paralyzed with guilt. The guilt of cheating on her husband. She loved that smile and she loved the man.
The rumors of Ty and Sondra started almost from the beginning. Tame rumors at first, wilder ones following as her special bond with him became apparent, but it wasn't until eight months ago that any of the rumors could be considered true. That is when Ty and Sondra became lovers. Eight months ago she had taken him into her bed, so to say. Eight months ago she became his sexual partner.
Their affair had been one of legend. It made the lovers from the movie "9 1/2 Weeks" appear like Mormons. Ty and she had done it all. All her fantasies, all her desires, all her passions had been fulfilled . . .
Well, almost all. There was that threesome thing. For as long as she could remember, she's fantasized of a threesome ... a Menage a tois. She and her husband John have joked about it for years. It was a fun little fantasy . . . till Ty came along. Then it got serious ... very serious.
With Ty things were different. With Ty, she talked so openly about her passions, felt so secure in her sexuality under his gaze, that every fantasy seemed to intensify. Every sexual thought she had seemed to take on a concrete validity.
Ty was the first person she ever told about a recurring fantasy involving her, John and another man. It scared her at first to be sexually attracted to more than one. But, she loved men ... so why not more men. She craved sex and her wild past attested to that fact. The feelings were there, she could not deny that.
She never John about those feelings in a long time. Even though John was very understanding, sometimes she wasn't sure if John appreciated her wild nature anymore. At times she got the feeling that John would be happier with a wife that was a bit, shall we say, tamer? Anyway John already thought Sondra was freaky enough, but Ty was different. Ty made everything seem so natural. With Ty she would let all her fantasies engulf her like fire. Her fantasies burned hotter with Ty fanning the flame.
The threesome fantasy had taken on a life of it's own. It occupied most of Ty and Sondra's phone sex. The sex on the phone, which had always been great, was getting better. Ty had a talent for description. With his words she could almost taste and feel multiple partners. Through his voice she could feel the warmth of stiff cocks on her face or feel the cum in her ass and her sucking mouth ... or maybe three cocks ... several cunts ... maybe ...!
With Ty, she could feel all these things without shame or guilt. Ty's voice and narrative would take her places she would never go alone, or think of going in real life. Ty had become her, teacher, mentor and guide to her most deep and buried basic instincts.
He even wrote her a short story once. It described a sexual encounter between her, Ty, and a beautiful black girl. He had given her the handwritten story over a month ago. She kept it hidden from John in her panty drawer and still masturbates every time she reads it. At times she'd read it two or three times a day. Ty was special to her all right. How different things might have been if they had met each other before she met John? How different?
Sondra's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sounds of John stirring in the bedroom. He had laid down for a nap after work and they had planned to celebrate Sondra's birthday on Saturday with some friends. But, tonight was just another quiet evening at home, as far as John was concerned. Sondra, startled from her daydreaming, realizes she has been unconsciously touching pussy. She couldn't believe it! She was sitting on the living room couch, with her husband sleeping in the next room, thinking of another man and rubbing her clit.
Sondra looks down at her flowered sun dress hiked up past her thighs, at her own fingers moist from her own very wet pussy, with embarrassed disbelief. Starting to blush, she composes herself quickly and pulls her hemline back down, to where the designer had intended it to be worn, just as John enters the room.
Sondra looks at John in the doorway. He is still groggy, is wearing an old pair of 501's, barefoot bare-chested, and tousling his wavy jet-black hair. She feels a wave of exhilaration as she thinks to herself and he's such a sexy man.
"Hey, how's my birthday girl?", John asks sleepily as he makes his way to the couch. He leans over her as she's sitting on the big overstuffed leather sofa with his lips puckered. Sondra surprises him with a hard, wet passionate kiss as she pulls him down by the waistband of his jeans. John, momentarily losing his balance as he falls seated on the big couch next to her. Sondra lets out a giggle as she turns towards John. Hiking up her dress again, Sondra straddles her husband. Already she could feel his big dick is starting to bulge through his jeans and she can feel her own juices start to soak through her panties.
Despite the fire in her heart, and other organs, for Ty, she still loved John. After nine years of marriage she still got turned on by him. John was after all a very handsome man and he possessed most of the features lots of women found attractive, rugged good looks, broad shoulders, a masculine build, and of course, one of Sondra's preferences, a very big dick.
John had the biggest cock she'd ever felt inside of her. That is, before Ty. It wasn't that Ty was better than John or visa versa. They both just happen to pack some major league meat in their B.V.D.'s. It made Sondra wonder about her sense of priorities.
Sondra, who was now straddling John, whose pussy was firmly presses against his crotch and the rapidly swelling bulge, smiles at him and lies saying, "I've been thinking of you all afternoon."
"Hmmmm", John replies, his eyes focusing as the sleepiness ebbs away.
John's hands slowly caress Sondra's back, shoulders and breast through the thin fabric of the sundress. Sondra, relishing in the attention of his hands, responds. She Hooks one hand behind John's head as she gently pulls him to her bosom. She undoes the string that cross laces the top of the dress. The string gives way, revealing two very hard and erect nipples. Nipples on breasts that, despite her twenty-nine years and the birth of her son, remained firm and full.
Sondra, feeling her sexuality bubble like boiling water in a cauldron, bites her bottom lip and let's out a short gasp as John's mouth finds a nipple and kisses it gently. With a patient and practiced intensity, John's tongue circles the pink areolas, causing shivers in her every time it brushes against one of the straining, erect nipples. She pulls on him more forcibly now. Sondra's nipple, areola, and most of her sensitive tit is engulfed in the moist, warm cavern of John's mouth. Sondra releases her hold on John and, sandwiching her breast between her palms, feeds both nipples into John's eager and waiting mouth.
John's hands continue to work magic as they move down under her panties, past her tan-line, to her firm, round and shapely ass. Sondra can feel the strength of his arms as he palms the fleshy mounds of her ass in each hand and guides her hips back and forth, still sucking on her soft tits. She can feel the strength as her clit rubs and presses against the swollen shaft of his cock through the thick material of the 501's. Sondra feels the familiar rush of abandon overtake her as she anticipates getting fucked, and getting fucked hard.
John is talking to her, but Sondra's too hot to hear him. Damn!, she thinks, I'm on fire! I want his prick! With one hand Sondra reaches down and strokes John's throbbing cock through the crotch of his jeans. DAMN!, she thinks again, I'M TAKING THIS DICK! Sondra, feverish with passion, starts to unbutton John's jeans. John says something again as Sondra's fingers frantically fumble with the button fly of the Levi's.
"Someone's knocking", she finally hears John say.
"What", she questions, not sure she'd heard him correctly.
"Sweetheart, someone's at the door.", John answers. Feeling as if she just awoke from a great dream, she stares blankly at John. " The front door, Baby. Someone is knocking on the front door . . . Heelllooo!", John says, his amusement at her disorientation apparent.
Sondra sighs, her shoulders dropping as if deflated, her face scrunched in a little girls pout. She listens for a second till she also hears the knock. "Perfect Timing!" she says in a sing song voice which oozes with sarcasm. "Alright, I'll get it, but don't you move, Lover", she says getting off his bulging lap.
"Oh, that's one thing you don't have to worry about.", John replies a little too smugly. Sondra gets up as his hands instinctively reach for the television remote control. Sondra lets out a long breath to catch her composure, pushes her breasts back into the dress and adjust the cross lace as best she can. She gives her hair a quick finger brushing and heads for the door.
As Sondra approaches the door, she hears the knocking again. To her surprise it startles her just a little bit. "I'm coming!", she says, smiling at the irony of that statement since she is on the verge of cumming. She straightens out her dress one last time. "Who is it?", she calls out?
Silence greets her from the other side of the door. She repeats, "Who is it?", with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. A familiar and unmistakable voice finally replies: "IT'S ... TY!"
Sondra's heart sinks into the pit of her stomach. She turns around and looks back at John with a quizzical expression. She hopes that she is hiding the sudden panic.
"Open ... the ... door", John says, over enunciating each word to lovingly mock her apparent indecision. John's playfulness makes her wonder. What is she so worried about? After all Ty and her were co-workers and friends. John knew that much. As a matter of fact John knew Ty since the three of them had been to all the usual gatherings together. They had met at the company picnics, Christmas parties, . . etc. Hell, Ty had even been to the house for a barbecue on several occasions. There was even that time when John and Timmy went to a Marlins game with Ty and his son Josh. Ty and John weren't exactly friends, but they were acquaintances.
For all she knew Ty was here to drop off some paperwork from the job or most probably to wish her a happy birthday. " That's it! Sondra thinks to herself, it's my birthday and he's here to drop off a card or something. No big deal, ah. Sondra takes a deep breath and opens the door, ignoring the voice in her head questions her actions.
There's Ty, standing in the doorway, in one of those tight black tee shirts she loves because it shows off his muscular frame. He is also wearing a stylish pair of loose fitting jeans. His dark black skin is smooth and seamless, his body language oozes with confidence and self-assurance. There he was in the doorway of her house, . . of John's house ... of their house.
"Can I come in?", Ty asked, removing his wayfarers and flashing that smile that melts her every time. "Sure", she replies, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Ty enters, his graceful swagger telling Sondra that he is in an especially good mood. "What's up, John?", Ty asks, nodding in the direction of Sondra's husband.
"Same old, same old", John answers lazily, his interest suddenly focused on Robert Stack and some unsolved mystery.
"Surprised to see me?", Ty asks, his attention back on Sondra.
"Well . . .yeah ...", she replies hesitantly as she moves slightly, positioning herself so her back is to the couch, to Robert Stack, but more importantly to John. She whispers to Ty, "What are you doing here?". She is mouthing the words more than an actual whisper.
Ty answers her in an exaggerated and surprisingly loud whisper: "It's OK, relax."
With that, Ty quickly, and with inherent grace, steps closer to her. Placing one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, he pulls her close. Sondra feels a sudden rush and it's all she can do not to melt in his arms. She recovers instantly and tries to pull away, but Ty's powerful arms hold her fast. She turns, wide eye and with uncertainty, to look at John sitting on the couch. John is watching them, but, he's smiling. It doesn't make any sense to her.
John looks at her, and, in the same exaggerated and loud whisper that Ty used, says, "It's OK, relax.".
At this point Ty turns Sondra's head toward himself and kisses her hard, hot and passionately. For a moment she's lost, but manages to tear her lips away. She looks back at John as Ty starts kissing her neck. Ty's hands now caress her body, her breast, her ass and feel for her pussy.
Ty's hands pour over her like caramel on an apple at the Youth Fair.
Sondra watches John the whole time expecting an outburst, a yell, or something. John's gaze is not one of anger. Unless she is very, very wrong. John is ... is ... no ... yes! She's not wrong. She's seen that look enough times to be certain. Her husband John is turned on watching! Then she notices that John is steadily rubbing his crotch. It's then that she notices that John's dick is hard ... very hard.
Ty continues his passionate barrage on her body. His hands, exploring and re-exploring the landscape of her figure. His mouth busily working across her neck, chest, and shoulders. Unconsciously her body moves rhythmically in sync with his touches. He gently bites her nipples through the fabric of the sun dress and she moans softly: "Ooooh."
Sondra glances at John whose pants are now unbuttoned. His cock is stretching the cotton of his colored briefs, his hand underneath his waistband slowly stroking his massive member.
Ty's hands move to her breast as he cups them though the dress and then firmly grasps the dress neckline with both hands. RIP ... the fabric gives way as her breasts feel the coolness of the room. RRRRRRRR IIII PPPPP ... Ty continues to tear the front of her dress. Her breasts , stomach, hips and legs are exposed to the room, to Robert Stack, to the gaze of two men and to her husband. Ty pushes what's left of the dress over her shoulders and it silently falls to the carpet.
ondra stands almost naked, vulnerable. Her body quivers with apprehension, uncertainty, but most of all anticipation.
Ty quickly pulls her panties down in one smooth motion. She lifts her feet, one at a time, to allow him to remove them completely. He tosses them across the room toward John. She looks in that direction and sees John, whose jeans and underwear are now pulled down to his thighs, stroking his cock in full view. His eyes are hungrily surveying her stark nakedness.
Ty, removes and discards his tee shirt, gently grabbing her behind the neck and pulling her face to his now naked chest. Tentatively, she kisses him as she licks the stubble hair on his breast. Her mouth leaves a glistening trail of saliva across his black torso. Ty guides her head downward. As she surrenders to Ty's will she allows herself to be led. Ty guides her gently down until her tongue laps at his smooth black skin as it passes down across his chiseled chest and his muscled stomach and lower. She kneels before him. Her face is inches Ty's bulging cock, still crunched into his jeans.
Ty undoes the top button of his pants and ceremoniously pulls the zipper down. Sondra's eyes widen with anticipation. He pushes down on either side of his waistband. His pants edge down past his hips, past his thighs, and over his muscled ass, revealing his large, dark, throbbing cock to Sondra's fixated stare. Sondra's head instinctively inches closer to the dark head of Ty's rigid prick and the slight aroma of musk intoxicates her as it invades her nostrils. Sondra, with lips parted, extends a snakelike tongue to meet the moist head Ty's cock.
She glances at John who is now completely naked. The head of his cock is pink, tight, and smooth, almost reflecting the light from the television and the table lamp beside him. The fluid motion of John's hand momentarily mesmerizes Sondra, as it strokes slowly, up then down, up then down, up then down, the entire length of his solid nine inches. He want's me to do it! He wants to watch me do it, Sondra thinks to herself as the unexpected thrill of the idea of swallowing this black dick for John's hungry eyes sinks into her spinning thoughts.
Grasping the giant shaft of Ty's cock in one hand, Sondra circles the head with her tongue. Sondra's tongue teasing, swirling, lapping as her mouth starts to engulf the head and then more of this dick into her mouth. She lays her tongue flat. Ty's cock is now filling and stretching the sides of her mouth. Sondra tongue massages the sensitive underside of his huge prick as it inches deeper and deeper, and deeper, past her lips. Ty's hips begin to gyrate slightly as Sondra's head begins to bob back and forth. she places her hands on Ty's ass, relaxes her throat, opens her mouth wide and pulls him closer to her as he buries his cock deep into her throat. She hears Ty groan as the head of his dick passes her larynx and her lips crunch the hair at the base of his prick. Ty's body tightens as Sondra's mouth takes in more and more of him. His ample cock disappears into her tanned face as she moves her head from side to side, making room for this thick slab of black meat. With both hands, he holds her head and thrust his hips forward. Sondra fights off a gagging reflex as her lips rub his curly pubic hair. Sondra's head pulls back, slowly revealing Ty's throbbing cock, wet and glistening with her saliva. She catches a glimpse of John, from the corner of her eye, as his legs extended, his muscles tense, unashamedly and with voracity, stroke himself. The sight of John sends quivers through Sondra's cunt.
She grabs Ty's buttocks again with both hands and furiously bobs her head back and forth. Ty's cock passing effortlessly now beyond her lips to the far regions of her throat cavity. Ty continues to pump his hips as Sondra, her hands firmly on Ty's ass, opens her mouth wide and allows the fucking of her mouth, her face, her head to continue with ravaging force. She moans as electricity shoots through out her body.
"Yeah Baby!", Ty moans in a low voice which punctuates his thrust. "Yeah ... Baby", he whispers, acknowledging of pleasure which excites her even more. Sondra, her passion rising rapidly, feels a pair of arms lift her, sweeping her up as Ty's cock slips from her throat. It's John's arms pulling her away as her lips caress Ty's cock as it exits her mouth. She is pulled away and carried, like a newlywed across the threshold, to the bedroom.
She is carried across the threshold into the bedroom. Why didn't I make the bed?, she thinks as the strange thought creeps into Sondra's head. She discards it quickly as John lays her down on the unmade sheets. Kneeling on top of the bed, John positions himself near the side of her face. His cock hovers and bobs above her parted lips. Turning her head towards him, Sondra cups his scrotum in one hand, his pulsating cock in the other and angles his dick down into her mouth. John looks at her and with one hand he undoes her ponytail as he gently pulls off the terry cloth band that held her shimmering hair at bay and lets it fall. The sudden looseness of Sondra's hair enhances her feelings of freedom. In her minds eye, she sees the last of her inhibitions fall to the floor with the terry cloth headband.
Sondra attacks John's cock with a gluttonous intensity that surprises even her. Her head, mouth and hands work together in an energetic symphony of fondling, licking, and sucking. She listens to his moans and feels his fingers through her hair. She uses these to gauge his pleasure, to gauge her delivery of that pleasure. John's free hand caresses her breast and pinches her nipple, which adds to the already incredible bliss of the moment. Sondra and John both feel the closeness, the in synclines that comes from loving and making love to each other for all these many years. Sondra loses all sense of place and time. Her universe now consists of her man and her man's stiff prick.
It's with that dreamlike detachment that Sondra starts to realize her legs are levitating off the bed. Her knees are rising, up first and then back toward her. It's Ty, she realizes through the amorous fog. Ty is at the foot of the bed, his hands behind her knees, pulling her bent legs up and back toward her torso. Sondra's ass rolls over and points toward the slowly rotating ceiling fan, exposing her glistening hole to Ty's hungry stare.
Her legs are wide apart and her knees nearly touch her breast, Sondra feels Ty's hands part the firm mounds of her backside and his thick, wet tongue runs the path up the crevice of her ass. His sort tongue traces a line from her tailbone, to the tender tissue of her pink anus, across the sensitive bridge of flesh, to her wet and pulsating pussy, and finally up to her raving, erect clit. Ty's tongue paints across the canvas of her genitalia with skill and patience as he leaves a trail of warm saliva across Sondra's most erogenous zones. Sondra moans and murmurs with approval. Her mouth is filled with John's engorged beast of a cock, as Ty's tongue proceeds to invade and conquer her most private of private parts.
Ty lightens his touch and starts to use the tip of his tongue to etch, outline, and taste all of Sondra's wet pussy. Every flap, every fold, every inch of Sondra's cunt seems to cry out in ecstasy as the fluid dance of Ty's tongue continues. The lustful ballet of licking and probing sends tremors throughout Sondra's body. Tremors that seem to shake her very core. Her pale blue eyes close as she moans softly in response to Ty's gentle touch. Sondra's free hand finds it's way behind Ty's head. She pulls as she raises and spreads her legs even more, burying his face firmly between her legs.
The mixture of sensations assault her, captures her, releases her from her body and brings her back again. Her mind and body reel in the smorgasbord of taste and texture. The hardness of John's cock in her mouth, the soft playfulness of Ty's rapidly flicking tongue on her clit. Oh yes!, she thinks feeling the steady throbbing of the fat cock within her throat. She feels how it competes and combines and intensifies against the wanton unpredictability of the long and talented tongue darting, licking, and plunging deep into her plumb-wet pussy. "OH ... YES! OOH ... YES!", she moans as her senses heighten. She wallows in the soothing feel of John's fingers running through her hair and the comfort of his hand on her breast. "OH ... YES! OH ... GOD ... YES!", she whispers as her body tenses in chorus with the deep quivers of her pussy, her ass, her tits and her throat. The cheeks of her ass wrap themselves around Ty's thick and probing fingers as his tongue continues to flitter with her sensitive clit.
Sondra continues to moan, soft and low, as her muscles begin to contract involuntarily. Her body arches and then gives way. Sondra is cumming. She feels her body rides as flowing waves of tension are released. Every muscle, every nerve ending, all of her shudders and tingles in the force of her climax. A momentary feeling of complete excitement envelops her as the climax subsides and slowly ebbs away into a deep, mystical coma.
The feeling of fatigue dissipates instantly as she feels her own lust start to rise anew.
It's time, she thinks , Now it's time. Sondra, gently kisses the head of John's cock, meeting his incredible amber eyes with hers. She says in a voice that is both surrender and demand, "Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me ... now."
That moment in time seems to stand still as Sondra's words hang in space like the scented air in a "Victoria's Secrets" shop. John is the first to move as he makes his way to the side of the bed. He rolls off and stands, extending a hand to Sondra. Taking his hand in hers, Sondra allows John to guide her toward him as Ty stands and moves silently away.
John and Sondra, both standing by the side of the bed, look deeply in each other's eyes and embrace. John's swollen cock rubs against her pubic hair and clit as her body slowly gyrates in his arms. The feel of him, the scent of him, the presence that is he, makes her feel something deeper than mere lust. The feeling is deeper than just passion. Sondra feels John's love. Not the love of poets and songwriters. NO, it is a much deeper love. Sondra feels the love of time, of their time together.
John gently begins to push her down onto the bed, but Sondra resists, wanting to prolong this moment of tenderness. She kisses John as she gently guides him around her. Their embrace intact, like two figure skaters twirling in each other's arms, they stand momentarily.
"It's OK, relax", Sondra moans, looking in John's eyes.
John smiles, remembering his earlier comment, as Sondra pushes him back on the bed tenderly. John, offering no resistance, first sits on the edge of the bed and then lies back under Sondra's gentle force. John laying with his back on the unmade sheets, his legs hanging off the side, his hard prick standing straight up, pointing toward the ceiling smiles with anticipation. Sondra pauses for a moment, drinking in the sight of her man.
With the feline grace of a jungle cat, Sondra, slowly and with deliberate titillation, climbs onto the bed and mounts her husband. Her knees on either side of John's hips, Sondra uses her hand to guide his long member between her tender moist cunt-lips, A short gasp escapes her as the bulbous head of John's cock begins to enter. Sondra gingerly begins to move her hips downward. She feels the familiar sensation of his fat cock as it passes her dripping wet labia and begins to fill her insides. The powerful dick slowly inches into her canal. Sondra thinks about how good John feels inside her, about how good he always feels inside her as her shapely, tanned-lined ass begins to dance up and down on the big dick. The movement in Sondra's pussy builds as John's cock is swallowed into her on every down stroke. John moans as Sondra rides his cock like the actress Debra Winger rode that mechanical bull in the "Urban Cowboy" movie. The look on John's face betrays his entrancing thoughts and confirms the sweetness of Sondra's tight pussy.
John's hands grab and squeeze Sondra's firm ass cheeks tightly. God how I love his hands on my ass, Sondra thinks, as she hears John's breath quicken. Sondra starts pushing her body down harder on John's cock as she listens to his moans become more and more like grunts . "I got you now, Baby", she says, increasing her force on every own stroke. "You like this pussy, baby", Sondra asks, yet this is something she already and has always known the answer to. "This is your pussy, Baby! Tell me how much you like your pussy, Johnny. . . Tell me!!!", Sondra moans breathlessly as John responds in a guttural rasp, his body beginning to succumb to the primal sensations within.
"Oh Baby!. . It's so good!. . Give it to me! . . Give me that pussy!" John's words elevate Sondra like applause excites an entertainer. Sondra increases the length of her movements, being careful not to change the deliberately slow and fluid pace. Perspiration now forms on both of them as she raises a hand to her face and pushes her golden colored locks of hair back behind her ear, It's then she remembers Ty and looks at him. Standing a few feet a way, he is watching her, watching her ride her husband like one clings to a bucking bronco, watching her fuck someone else. Sondra increases the force of her strokes even more and her ass moves as if on ball bearings. She watches Ty as he slowly strokes his long, black dick. She continues her sensual gyrations on her husband while she consciously ponders the effect her performance on the cock moving inside her cunt and the black prick being stroked before her eyes.
She knows in her heart that Ty has stayed back, allowing her and John to have their moment. Sondra leans forward, her face close to John's ears, and softly says, "I love you."
"I know.", John replies, "I think we both love you", John whispers glancing at Ty. Sondra lifts her head, brushes the hair from her face, and looks at a naked, muscled black God. Her eyes motion for him and Ty approaches the two lovers slowly. He places his hand underneath Sondra's hair, grasping the back of her slender neck. He glides his hand down the length of her back, slowly pushing as Sondra leans forward toward John. Ty's hand rests on Sondra's gyrating ass as she continues to ride John's big prick. A shudder runs through Sondra's body as Ty's hand finds its way between her firm cheeks and his fingers push into her tight, pink, wanting asshole.
Ty, using the pad of his finger, begins to massage Sondra's outer opening in small concentric circles. She moans as his finger, wet from the cum dripping from her pussy, spirals, moving deeper into her tight, pink, wanting ass hole. Ty continues to work his finger into her slowly, they two fingers, as Sondra's pussy rises and falls on John's concrete like cock. "Do you want it, babe?", John asks, his voice soft and low.
"Yes!" Sondra murmurs.
"Tell me you want it! Tell us!"
"YES! I want it."
"Tell me, Baby!"
"YES! OH ... YES! I want it ... I want both of you! Fuck me! I want to feel you both in me! Fuck me! Fuck me!!", Sondra pleads, reaching back and pulling Ty's fingers from her well massaged hole.
Sondra hears the drawer of the nightstand open and looking back, she sees a bottle of flavored lubricant, the very slippery kind sold in the finest sex shops. Ty holds the bottle in one hand as he smears the jelly like substance between her ass cheeks. He strokes his cock with the remainder, lubricating his throbbing cock. The jelly feels cool in her ass as Ty rubs it on liberally, smacking her several times in the process. Sondra leans forward onto John's cock, this time as far as she can. Her breast press against John's chest as she feels Ty massaging the sensitive opening of her asshole with the blunt swollen head of his long dick. Sondra pants as the head penetrates slowly, as Ty's cock parts the opening, stretching her tight ass hole and slowly enters her twitching butt. Sondra can feel her asshole conform to the cock as it engulfs the large member. "AAAAAAAAH", Sondra moans, as the penetration continues. Ty's cock enters her completely and begins to steadily drive itself back and forth dubbing against John's cock through the thin skin separating her two holes. Her backside is not accustomed to the black intruder, yet, as her muscles relax she begins to arch her back, her ass and pussy now rocking between the two stiff pricks embedded deep into her openings. The feeling is overwhelms to her. The two large cocks are in harmony within her. One in, one out, the other in, the other out.
John starts to thrust his pelvis upward. His cock now driving into her pussy with renewed force. Ty grabs her hips as he slams his cock to the ends of her insides. A gasp escapes Sondra as Ty rams his huge cock completely into her tight asshole again and again. Sondra feels the force of both her men, of the men she loves, of the two men she loves. "Ooooooh", She murmurs as the two cocks churn in her like mechanical pistons. "OOH ... MY ... GOD ... !", Sondra cries loudly, as her hands grip John's shoulders tightly.
John grabs her sweaty wet hair and pulls her head to his, driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Sondra's lips encircle John and suck his tongue as if it were a third cock. Sucking, fucking, Sondra writhes in pleasure.
"Ooh fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!", she yells, her voice building as the men fuck harder and harder ... faster and faster ... deeper and deeper.
"Ooh fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!", she cries again. "I'M GONNA CUM! OH ... GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!!", Sondra yells at the men she loves. John and Ty pump her with primal intensity. She grips John's shoulders tighter. Her entire body quakes with each thrust of the two hard dicks. Sondra's body contracts with a force she never dreamed possible. "OOOOOH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMIIING!!!", she cries through her moans, as her body explodes in an almost overwhelming convulsion. She feels herself swoon ... then build ... then explode again. Sondra loses consciousness momentarily as waves of rapture plow over her, around her and through all that is her.
"OOOOH FUCK!", Sondra screams as she shuts her eyes tightly and rides the roller coaster of her own body. Sondra continues to cum and cum again and then again. Her body seemingly imploding on to itself over and over again. Sondra shivers and shakes as the last wave of her incredible orgasm subsides and finally floats away.
She hears Ty's voice echo in her ears; "I'm close, Baby. I'm fixin' to cum!" Ty's voice sounds far and distant as through struggling through the thick veil of sensations within Sondra. Her body, still shuddering as the last trickles of orgasmic euphoria ebb away from her, is starting to regain control of itself. Her adrenaline is still high as she scoots backward with surprising quickness. Dismounting John and dislodging Ty' cock from her ass hole she slides from the bed and stands flatfooted on the carpeted floor.
Sondra bends at the waist, her face over John's ready to burst cock, as she motions to Ty. "Put it back in!", she orders. "Hurry! Put it in!! Stick your beautiful black cock in my ass ... Now", Sondra commands, the urgency in her voice is clear and undeniable. Ty quickly does as he is told and his large black prick enters easily into her yearning well-lubricated asshole. Ty begins to pump her ass with ferocity.
Sondra feverishly sucks on John's raging cock with her mouth. She furiously strokes John's cock with her hands as his muscles tense. "Cum for me", Sondra pleads, "Please, cum in my mouth ... my love.", she mumbles, hardly being able to talk with the prick sliding through her lips. In one smooth motion, her mouth devours his dick whole.
She hears Ty's groans and feels his grip on her hips tighten. "I'M GONNA CUM!", he yells.
Sondra's opening tightens on Ty's cock as he furiously pounds in and out of her ass hole. Ty's prick tenses. "Cum for me", Sondra pleads, "Please, cum in my ass ... my love.", she mumbles, hardly being able to talk with the prick in her mouth as Ty hammers deep in her ass.
Sondra again takes John's cock deep in her throat ah his body begins to arch. "Cum for me! Cum for your Baby!", she says before the cock stuffs her sounds. Sondra continues to stroke his dick desperately, her open mouth hovering around the engorged head in anticipation.
"OH YEAH ... I'M GONNA CUM!!" John yells, his entire body tensing and arching.
Ty continues his assault on her ass, pumping as if possessed by the spirit of some jungle beast. The slapping of his thighs against her ass resonates through the room. Ty groans loudly as he pulls his monster from her hole. "AAAAAAAAAGH!", he screams as his cock twitches, throbs and explodes. Ty's body cramps and trembles as hot cum spews from his cock in large globs. The feeling of fullness in Sondra's ass is suddenly replaced by the warmth of Ty's love cream oozing on her lower back.
Simultaneously, Sondra hears John yell, his voice strained and breathless. "HERE IT COMES!!", she hears as Sondra sees his face contort and feels his body tightens. John's cock erupts in her hand in a voluminous shower of hot jism shoots through her lips. Sondra's mouth pounces on John's mammoth cock, sucking, pulling, and milking all he has to give. She feels all the tense feelings subside from John's body as the warm, milky man juice coats her face, lips, throat, and beyond.
John, with a long sigh blowing past his lips, lets his body fall limp like an old discarded rag doll. Sondra continues to rub his rapidly shrinking penis across her lips and chin.
Sondra, John, and Ty remain motionless now. The three lovers lie motionless and quiet for what seems an eternity, lingering in the aftermath of the most remarkable sexual experience of their lives. The sound of their combined breathing is the only disturbance in the deftly silent room. Each of the lovers' remains deep in their own thoughts, yet somehow connected each to the other. Each one dealing with the obvious awe of the moment in their own way.
Sondra is the first to stir. Tranquility drapes the room as she softly crawls onto the bed beside, her spent and exhausted, husband. Sondra gingerly lays her head across his chest as John places a comforting arm around her as she snuggles closer.
Her head restfully across her husband's body, Sondra looks to see a tired naked Ty sitting on the carpeted floor, his back resting against the closet door. Ty meets her stare with a tired boyish smile and winks at her. Sondra smiles back, love and contentment shinning through her pale blue eyes that are suddenly very tired. Sondra lets her eyes close as she wonders if this could all be a dream? The thought lingers as Sondra drifts off to a very deep and welcomed sleep.
Ty was just about dressed when Sondra awoke. The clock radio brightly displayed 1:39 A.M. from its place on the nightstand. She is careful not to wake a lightly snoring John while she eases herself out of bed. She darts into the bedroom quickly and emerges wearing a white satin robe, which is undone in the front, because the sash was lost long ago.
"How's the Birthday Girl?", Ty whispers.
"Woman!" Sondra whispers back, participating in their running gag about Ty's lapses into chauvinism.
"My bad", Ty replies, smiling at the little things they share together. Ty kneels down to tie his shoelace while Sondra approaches and sits cross legged on the floor in front him.
"How ever did you pull this off", Sondra asks quietly. A huge grin appears on Ty's face as he shakes his head. "What's so funny", Sondra ask, her brow furrowed in a look of confusion.
"You got the wrong guy, woman. That's the man you wanna talk to", Ty says, pointing at a still sleeping John.
"What", Sondra questions a bit too loudly.
"Shhhhhh", Ty makes the sound through puckered lips, one finger held across them. Sondra instinctively cups her hand to her mouth and glances at John. He remains still, his light snoring steady and unbroken. Sondra turns her eyes again toward Ty, grateful that her unexpected outburst didn't wake her husband from such a peaceful sleep. Ty stands up and whispers, "Come on ... woman", he motions towards the living room with his hand and Sondra stands and he leads the way.
Once safely out of John's earshot, they sit on the couch and Ty proceeds to talk. He tells her of how John had called him about a week ago and asked to meet with him. Ty relayed that, despite some serious reservation, he agreed.
John and Ty met for lunch and over chicken wings and Corona, John confessed that he had known about Ty and Sondra's affair for over a month. Sondra eyes widen at this information. "How", Sondra ask, suddenly feeling like her whole life just suddenly crashed. Ty said that he didn't ask. That he thought it was more prudent to just listen until he knew where John was going.
Ty continues to tell the story. "John never told me how he knew, but he did say he went through the whole catalog of emotions when he found out. Denial turning into depression ... depression turning into anger ... anger turning back into depression. Basically John said he felt like shit." Sondra looks down toward the floor ashamed at the pain she's caused someone she loves so much as Ty continues. "Well, John tells me he goes through all this emotional stuff and then something changed. John described it as a sort of revelation. He told me a question just popped into his head while he was trying to decide what the hell he was going to do. He told me that no matter what he did, the question would not go away. It kept playing in his head like a broken record."
Ty interrupts his story, smacks his lips dryly and asks, "Got anything to drink?"
Sondra's mouth drops open, amazed at his casualness. "Yeah, in the fridge. Help yourself", she finally says as he heads for the kitchen. Ty returns to the couch with a glass of Kool-Aid from the pitcher she had made that afternoon.
"Okay, where was I? The Question", Sondra answers him.
"Oh yeah. The question", Ty continues. "Well, John looks me straight in the eye and he asks me, 'If you change the thing you love into something else, will you still be able to love it as much?' John told me that it was that simple question that put it all in perspective for him. He told me that all at once he realized that you mean everything to him just the way you are."
Tears start to form in Sondra's swollen eyes as Ty continues. "John told me he knows, in his heart, that your lust, even your love, for another doesn't affect your love of him. It wasn't too far of a leap in logic after that to decide it shouldn't change his love for you either." Ty stops and looks at his wristwatch. "Shit ... Babe! I got to go!"
"But? Sondra starts to say as Ty gulps the last of the Kool-Aid, stands and heads for the door. "Wait! What about what we did tonight?" Sondra asks as she follows after Ty.
"Tonight. Tonight was John's idea. He said he needed someway to prove he loved you more than he needed to posses you. As for my part ... I just agreed and showed up on time.
"Prove? Prove to who", Sondra asks.
"To you ... doll. I think a little to himself too."
"So he did this all for me", Sondra asks, wiping her eyes and knowing the answer in her heart.
"Looks that way. Even though, he didn't seem to be suffering the sacrifices all that much. Know what I mean", Ty says, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Despite the tears in Sondra's eyes she can feel a giggle churn inside of her at Ty's sense of humor. "Go on. Get out of here. Go on home", Sondra says, hugging Ty tightly and patting him on the behind as he turns to leave.
Ty opens the door and looks back toward Sondra saying: "You got a special guy there."
"I know, very special", Sondra replies, a warm feeling emanating from inside her. Ty nods his head, then turns to the door and leaves.
Sondra locks the door behind him as she stands there for a moment's contemplation about the last few hours. She thinks of the night, of Ty, of herself, but most of all of John. She's lied to him. She'll never do that to him again. She knows that in her heart, but how can she make it up to him? She thinks for a moment and decides that she's sure as hell gonna try!
With that Sondra turns away from the door and bounces toward the bedroom. Sondra feels happy because John truly loves her and she's very, very glad. "Honey, wake up", she says as she enters the bedroom. John groggily rubs his eyes and, props himself up on his elbows looking at his wife.
Sondra sits on the bed while she reaches out with one hand and brushes the cowlick from John's forehead. Sondra looks deeply into the eyes of the father of her child, her husband of nine years, and the man she just fell in love with again and says softly, "Let's talk."
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