Black Lover

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I can say I've been both blessed by God and cursed by the devil. Nature gave me a pair of enormous testicles, capable of producing a huge amount of semen, but in the transmission system, it turned into a penis less than five centimeters long, as thin as a pencil!
My wife, Kate, is very experienced and told me that a small penis is perfect for oral sex. She can easily take my entire shaft into her mouth, even when I'm fully erect, without choking or gagging. And I'm just an ordinary man, of average height and not particularly strong.
Kate is Scandinavian, blonde and blue-eyed, 163 cm tall, and weighs 95 kg. Even after having two children, she maintains a perfect figure. For Kate, sex is an important part of life. Unlike other women, she craves sex every day, masturbating, performing oral sex, anal sex, or having direct intercourse at least once a day. Her sex toys could leave many sex shops looking empty.
You could say her sex toys were all my creations. Ever since her second pregnancy, her vagina had become incredibly wide, and my small penis always felt empty inside her. From then on, giving Kate ultimate sexual pleasure became the most important thing in my life. I bought her increasingly larger dildos until I found one thick enough for her spacious little hole.
I bought her a large black dildo, a full 20 centimeters long and 5 centimeters thick, making my penis look like a little finger in comparison. When Kate opened the box and took it out, she teased, "Sweetie, where did you go?" We played with this new black dildo, never imagining that one day she would enjoy a real penis the same size. The story takes place after our second daughter was born. We finally realized that my small penis was completely useless during sex, except for occasionally inserting into Kate's tight little anus; usually, it was just 69-style oral sex.
Our favorite position was with me lying beneath Kate, her knees on top of me, joyfully sucking my penis, while I took out the thickest black dildo and inserted it into her wet, tender vagina, shaking it incessantly.
Watching that thick, hard, and long penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her pink, juicy pussy, I started fantasizing about a strong black man wildly pounding into my wife's ass from behind, his thick black cock plunging deep into her wanton cunt with each stroke; and me, my penis being frantically licked and sucked by her little mouth.
Perhaps it was this black dildo that made my wife feel so good, she gradually grew to like black dildos more and more, even commenting on the size and color of black dildos she found online, and whether they could make her feel good.
One day, I half-jokingly asked her if we should find a black man to play with. She immediately flew into a rage, demanding to know if I didn't love her anymore, and I quickly tried to cheer her up. But at night, she became even more seductive than usual, her buttocks moving like they had an electric motor, her little pussy frantically swallowing and spitting out that black penis, having countless orgasms before finally falling into a deep sleep, exhausted.
I found myself increasingly enjoying this feeling, imagining my sexy little wife being pinned down by a strong black man, being relentlessly ravaged by his monstrous black cock. I would occasionally show Kate pictures of black men having sex with white wives, and also give her some websites featuring heterosexual couples. Kate rarely commented, but whenever she saw pictures of black men having sex with white women, she would become incredibly hot in bed, as if she had taken a large dose of aphrodisiacs.
One night, my friend and I went to a party with some friends and met a mixed-race couple, a black husband and a white wife. Kate couldn't help but keep peeking at them, and I even saw her talking to the wife. When we got home, she was a little drunk, constantly saying things like how to find a black man and make sure he didn't have any unclean diseases.
We discovered a nightclub in the next city that was frequented by mixed-race couples. One night, Kate and I drove over to scout it out. As soon as we sat down at our reserved table, a handsome young Black man approached Kate and asked her to dance. She looked at me, seeking my permission, and I smiled and said, "Whatever!" Kate hesitated for a moment, then shyly followed him onto the dance floor. Before long, she was completely absorbed in the dance.
I sat there watching her dance with her partner. The song was fast-paced and didn't involve much physical contact. When the song ended, her partner took her hand and asked her to dance again. This time, the melody was slow, and my wife and he were very close, their bodies rubbing together. I could see the Black man's genitals were swollen and rubbing against my wife's genitals.
After the dance, Kate walked over seductively, and I noticed her nipples were hard, like fingers pressing against her chest; she was clearly very aroused. Before
Kate could even catch her breath, another Black man came up and asked her to dance. All night long, she was constantly being danced with by men; she shone like a dazzling pearl, radiating brilliant light. As soon as we got home, she immediately shed her veil, transforming into a ravenous young woman, frantically battling with her collection of sex toys.
Having tasted this sweetness, and after a restless week, my wife begged me to go to that bar again over the weekend. The man who danced with Kate last time was still there. After a few dances, Kate brought him over to introduce me.
His name was Arthur. After chatting for a while, I found him very talkative and we clicked immediately. Kate seemed to like him; I felt she was completely captivated by his charm. Arthur asked if I wanted to go home that night. I had to go back early to take care of the children. Arthur tentatively asked if I minded him asking Kate out the next day, and I impulsively agreed. Maybe it was just a momentary impulse! Good heavens, Kate is my precious wife! How could I allow her to "date" another man?
All the way home, Kate kept talking about Arthur, as if he were her little lover. Suddenly, she realized something, shut up, and leaned closer, taking my arm and looking at me earnestly, asking if I really didn't mind.
After we got home, we sent the nanny home and then talked for hours. Kate was planning to stop participating in these kinds of activities. Perhaps it was long-awaited, or perhaps it was just a moment of impulse, but I actually told her that I hoped she would go out and have fun without feeling guilty towards me.
Lying in bed, Kate acted like she had been celibate her whole life, putting the black dildo in my mouth, sitting down heavily, and tightly sucking on the thick penis, her hips twisting wildly like they had an electric motor. Perhaps she was fantasizing about being fucked to death by Arthur's black cock! She buried her head between my legs, her cherry lips sucking on my penis incessantly, making it ejaculate, then licking it hard again, until only thin semen could be released.
The next day, my mind was filled with the passionate image of Kate being pinned down and brutally fucked by Arthur, leaving me completely unable to think about my business meeting. After the morning meeting, I called to confirm the afternoon meeting, only to be told that the key person couldn't come due to illness, and we rescheduled the meeting. So I asked for leave and went home.
On my way home, I considered calling my wife to tell her I'd be home after dinner, but then I thought she might have canceled her date, so I decided to surprise her. Near home, I found the nanny's car parked in the driveway, so I had to park in the garage. When I entered the house, the children smiled happily at me. I sent the nanny back and played with the kids for a long time before finally putting them to sleep.
After watching TV for a while, I felt a little tired and climbed into bed. Lying in bed, my mind kept flashing back to the lewd images of my wife and her black lover's passionate encounter. I don't know how much time had passed, but I noticed the bathroom light was on; Kate must have returned. I heard her muttering something; she was probably worried about the baby because she hadn't seen the nanny's car, but she was relieved when she saw my car in the garage.
I jumped out of bed, walked out of the bedroom, picked up my wife, and gave her a passionate, deep kiss. As soon as my tongue entered her mouth, I smelled a faint scent of semen—definitely Arthur's. Eager to admire my wife's body after she had been thoroughly enjoyed, I reached out and unbuttoned her clothes; her beautiful body almost made me ejaculate in my pants.
Under my gaze, Kate seemed unusually nervous, worried that I would find out she had spent quality time with another man; her face was flushed.
As I pulled off her short skirt, we walked arm in arm towards the bedroom. The skirt slipped off her flat stomach and pert buttocks, revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear. A thin layer of semi-dried, milky-white semen covered her golden downy hair. Her snow-white breasts bore the marks of lovemaking, her pink nipples erect like fingers. From those touches of pink amidst the white, I guessed that this area, which once belonged to me, had received special favor from some man.
Kate seemed flustered, rushing to the bathroom to shower. She was disheveled, bearing the lingering traces of our frenzied lovemaking. She hadn't expected me to be at home. I pulled her into my arms, and we lay down on the bed. I touched her red lips to hers, whispering softly in her ear, "Wife, I love you!" Slowly, Kate began to relax, gently holding me, no longer trying to break free from my embrace.
Kate stammered, "You...you're crazy! You let your wife go out with someone and sleep with him? I never expected this, but his charm was irresistible." I hugged her tightly and answered her with a passionate kiss. Then I told her, "I'm not crazy. Ever since I agreed to let you go out with him, I knew you two would end up together." Kate's eyes filled with tears as she rambled on about how much she loved me and how good I was to her.
I tried to wipe away her tears, but she sadly turned her head away.
"Please let me finish. I... I let him penetrate me. He said he didn't like wearing condoms, that his penis was too big, and the condom was too tight and uncomfortable, so he could pull out at the last minute and not ejaculate inside me. But the feeling of making love with him was so wonderful that we both forgot about it, and he just let me ejaculate my hot semen inside him. He has so much energy; even after he ejaculated, he didn't go soft at all, and then he did it twice more. Let me tell you, honey, Arthur's penis is as thick as that black dildo we bought, and his balls are the same size as yours." I kissed away the tears on her face and said gently, "Wife, it's okay." I held her quietly, and neither of us said a word. After a while, I started to kiss her neck lightly, then her snow-white, high breasts. I savored the taste of my beautiful wife in my arms. She exuded a captivating glow after sex, and her nipples were still erect, throbbing slightly between my lips.
Kate moaned softly, struggling weakly, "No, darling, I'm so dirty, let me wash up before I serve you." Ignoring her feigned resistance, I kissed my way down her abdomen, the closer I got to her cunt, the stronger the post-coital smell became, along with the intense scent of Arthur's semen. Soon, my face was buried in Kate's semen-smeared cunt.
Kate gave up all resistance, even more seductively taking my penis into her mouth. I used my fingers to scoop out a large clump of Arthur's milky white semen left in my wife's cunt, and my tongue effortlessly slipped into her wet cunt.
In the past, after I finished with her, I would lick her cunt to bring her to orgasm, but this was the first time I had tasted another man's semen. If I didn't love her so deeply, I wouldn't have felt any difference; now I didn't feel threatened or even humiliated. I pulled out another large clump of semen. I figured Arthur's semen was enough to get my wife pregnant with his child, since Kate never used any contraception.
My mind raced, recalling the date of my wife's last period, calculating whether she was fertile.
Strangely, when I calculated that Kate might have missed her ovulation period, I felt a pang of disappointment.
I was shocked. I was actually hoping my wife was pregnant, pregnant by another man, and a Black man at that!
These thoughts kept flashing through my mind, and I increasingly hoped my wife would get pregnant by her Black lover!
I desperately craved to watch them make love in front of me, eagerly watching his thick, hard Black penis plunge deep into my wife's blonde-haired pussy, watching my wife writhe excitedly beneath his strong body. I longed for my wife to have her Black lover's Black baby growing inside her, for her belly to slowly swell with time, and for a Black baby, completely unlike me or any of our other children, to be born.
I was diligently licking and sucking her cunt, and she was sucking my penis, moaning indistinctly. My wife's swollen, red labia blossomed like flowers before me, and the intense stimulation brought me to the brink of climax. I thrust my hips, convulsed, and gushed out large spurts of thick semen. Kate swallowed it all like a satisfied kitten.
I knew my huge scrotum still held a lot of semen, but there was no large enough channel to release it. After kissing her to orgasm again, Kate pushed my head away, begging for mercy. It turned out that Arthur's monstrous penis had already made her cunt ache, and she couldn't bear my teasing any longer.
She leaned over me, trying to get me to ejaculate more semen, while I tenderly caressed my wife's delicate, beautiful body. I ejaculated into her mouth again, paused for a moment, and asked her if she wanted Arthur to fuck her again. She was gently sucking my penis, but when she heard my words, she paused for a moment, then continued.
Several minutes passed, and I thought she wasn't going to answer me. Then she looked up, stared at me for a long time, and slowly said, "He doesn't like condoms." She then kissed my testicles a few times, and I began cleaning my penis.
As she pleasurably serviced my penis, I considered her answer. If I told her I didn't mind her having sex with Arthur without a condom, it would be practically telling her to let her Black lover get her pregnant. The thought of this incredibly exciting possibility made my balls twitch with pleasure.
I tried to think rationally about it all, considering all the factors that should be taken into account. My wife and I are both white, but we have a mixed-race child—what would people around us think? But with my penis enveloped by my wife's alluring lips, lust overcame reason. I gathered my thoughts, calmed down, and told Kate that I wanted to see Arthur fuck her.
Kate stopped her oral sex again, only taking my penis into her mouth, her head resting on my lap. She would occasionally suck on it lightly, then stop, and so it went on silently for the better part of an hour. I knew she was seriously considering my earlier idea, as she always did when facing a difficult decision. As I said, sex was an indispensable part of Kate's life.
When we were preparing to buy a new car, Kate licked my penis for hours before making a decision; when we discussed moving to a new house, she licked my penis for hours every day for a week before deciding; when we talked about finding her a lover with a big penis, she swore she would never leave me because it would be hard to find such a good penis to lick unless she loved me deeply.
Even when Kate and I were dating, she had several boyfriends and had sex with them.
When she learned that my penis was small, she told me that those men's penises weren't much bigger than mine, and that it wasn't the point. But I later learned that a significant reason I won was because I had a very large scrotum… Kate let my little penis slide out of her hot red lips and nestled beside me. With our nectar still on her lips, she kissed mine and said seductively, “Everyone will know that child isn’t yours, aren’t you annoyed?” I gently kissed her forehead and whispered, “They are all our children, that’s what I care about. I know people will gossip behind my back, but with you by my side, what does it matter? My life has meaning only when you’re here; without you, my world collapses.” With that, I embraced my wife’s soft, warm body and fell into a deep sleep.

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