Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 17:27:44 +0100
From: Justin Woodward <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Charles

Charles

by

kewtieboy


MMF/cuckold/voyeur/IR/oral/anal

When her black boyfriend two-timed her, my wife married me on the rebound.
Suddenly he was back and as horny for her as ever and it looked like even I
couldn't stop him from having his way with her.


*************


Some might find me a wimp and some might say I should "man up" but the
story I want to write here excites me too much. It also disgusts me as I
don't feel it should excite me. It showed me a side of my character I
didn't even know existed and a part of my wife was uncovered that was also
new to me.

I need to change names as many would call me a fool but don't tell me some
of you guys haven't thought like this.

To start I need to go back to the heady days at senior school. A mixed
bunch of high school kids, just turned 18 and looking forward to college
and university. Our hormones were firing on all cylinders and guys were
doing sport just to attract girls while girls spent their time trying to
look disinterested in the guys.

My name is Liam and at 18, though I realise I was quite attractive, I
didn't feel it. I wasn't comfortable around girls and never had the right
words to say. This brought howls of laughter from others in the group. The
total number in our set was probably about eight, five guys and four girls
but that fluctuated as guys met other girls and brought them in and girls
met other guys. We hung around, did bars, had picnics, played a bit of
sport with or without the girls.  Sometimes the group diminished in size
for short periods as people met new boy or girlfriends and felt they had
outgrown us, but when it all went belly-up they came back.


There was one girl I was madly in love with and that girl was Tricia. She
wasn't model material but something about her drove me wild. She was around
five feet six inches medium built but with generously sized breasts which
made her very popular. Her fair hair was quite long and she had a habit of
flicking it back when it fell over her eyes. I loved the way she flicked!
Now Tricia, unlike the other girls was quite sexually precocious,
constantly flirting with the other guys and rumour had it, she was one of
the few to actually give out quite willingly. Though the others would allow
an amount of sexual contact they made it hard work for us sexually charged
guys who wanted to do nothing but get our rocks off!


Though Tricia, like all the other girls, talked to me within the group, my
passion for her went unnoticed. I had been with a one girl by now called
Lisa who was a plumper than girls I would normally be attracted to but she
had happily taken my virginity just a few months before. Much as I enjoyed
the sex, I didn't really find Lisa sexually exciting. My eyes were on
Tricia and each time I joined the clan she was in, she would flirt madly
and disappear with one of the other guys. Our group was full of stories
about how wild she was at sex and how experimental she was. Here I was, a
five feet ten inch, skinny guy with short, dark hair with enough red
filaments to give me a little cluster of freckles across my nose and some
red pubes which looked a little odd with dark chest hair.

On the weekend I had decided to ask Tricia out one of the other girls
brought a new guy into the group. His name was Charles, not Charlie,
definitely Charles. Now I can imagine what you're thoughts are of a
"Charles" but this guy was a six feet, athletic Nigerian whose father was
an oil company executive. His skin was so dark his teeth looked like
fluorescent lights. His face structure was that of a model and his
personality was larger than he was. He turned heads, especially the girls
and especially Tricia. I didn't ask her out!

Within three weeks Tricia was hanging out with Charles and the stories were
rife that he was not only shagging her senseless but he was so well endowed
the girls were all panting and trying to find the tiny details about just
how large his cock was. Tricia had a smile on her face most of the time and
I was miserable. When I got home after we had all met, I would beat off
thinking what it looked like to see Tricia with her legs in the air and his
massive cock stretching her cunt as he fucked her ruthlessly.

Of course Charles wasn't monogamous and was discreetly shagging the other
girls too. All regaled stories about his filthy mind and experimental
habits and, of course, his big cock. One Saturday, about four months after
Charles had appeared, I arrived at the coffee bar for our regular meet and
found Tricia in tears.

"He's a bastard, a selfish miserable bastard," she was saying to her
closest friend Marie.  "He just wanted someone to fuck and after he got
bored he started fucking everyone else – including you!"

Marie looked embarrassed.

"But Tricia, I didn't think you were serious about him and you talked so
much about how wild he was and his big....thing. When he came on to me I
just couldn't help it."

Tricia wailed again.

"I think I loved him," she said.

"Are you sure you didn't love his dick more?" said Marie.

Tricia saw me and smiled.

"Why aren't more guys like Liam here. He's dependable and wouldn't double
cross a girl, would you Liam?"

I blushed and said I wouldn't.

"Fancy going out Liam," said Tricia.

"Um.  Yes I'd love to!"

That was it. I went out with Tricia on the rebound and we went back to her
parent's house the following night while they were out and I had the most
amazing shag I had every had. Well out of the two I had had, it was the
best. Tricia was a horny woman and a bit too much to handle for a
semi-virgin. I managed to cum way too quickly but was so horny I came twice
more anyway so the sex lasted all evening.


Tricia showed me off as her new beau and particularly to Charles where she
emphasised how important a loyal and honest boyfriend was to a girl.  >From
that accidental event, Tricia and I became an item and stayed together
right through university until we married when we were both 22. That was
four years ago.

Since then we have only had eyes for each other. We kept in touch with a
few of the others especially Marie and another friend of Tricia's,
Clare. No kids, though not for the want of trying and tests had shown that
there was nothing wrong, though my sperm count was lower than expected. Sex
over the last twelve months had slowed a little and had, if I'm being
honest, become a little bit functional. I had taken to having a wank when I
was alone to keep myself going when I wasn't getting any and during the odd
argument Tricia had taken to saying I wasn't as much a sexual beast as I
used to be. I never thought I was in the first place but those were her
words, not mine.

Moving on, Marie called one evening to say that a few of the gang wanted to
have a night out. No cars so we could have a few drinks. Were we up for it!
We were definitely up for it. I had my Tricia to show off and was quite
looking forward to it.

On the evening we went for a couple of drinks first then headed to the
venue, a noisy student bar in town. There were about eight of the original
group there and we enjoyed the reminiscing when I noticed the tall black
guy approaching. It was Charles. Worse still he was better looking than
ever, smartly dressed in expensive looking jeans, a smart Oxford cotton
designer shirt, open necked and sporting that smile as he approached.

I took the bull my the horns and walked forward with my hand out saying,
"Charles, how good to see you?"

"Hi Liam, hi guys!"

There were hugs and kisses all round and I saw Tricia's face freeze. I
assumed that she was still bloody furious with him but saw her look him up
and down and I thought I saw lust!

Charles was doing all right, studying for a law degree and obviously still
living well on daddy's money. The girls were all salivating and I found
myself looking him up and down. The front of his jeans showed a lump that
confirmed the size of it's contents and my thought again went back to that
dream I used to conjure up of him fucking Tricia.  It was a long time since
I had seen Tricia really sexually excited and I even wondered if she had
been faking it when I thought she was having a climax. She was sizing him
too and I noticed the girls, and some of the guys, looking at the hulk of
perfect manhood. He was strong-willed and took control of the conversation,
easily chatting to all around him. I felt like that wimpy lad again and my
brain drifted off and away from the general conversation.

"That would be great. It would be lovely to catch up on old times Tricia."

I heard him say the words but only the word "Tricia" brought me to my
senses.

"That would be good wouldn't it Liam," said Tricia.

"Oh em yes," I replied unsure what was good.

"I'll give you a call then Charles, there's so much more I want to find out
about you," said Tricia.

My heart dropped and I assumed we had arranged to see him again.

It was about two weeks later when Tricia told me she had arranged for us to
meet Charles for dinner in a gastro pub about a mile from us. He, and we,
would taxi there so we could relax and have a few drinks. I was full of
woe.

Charles said he would pay so that was good and, to be honest, the evening
went well until we hit the third bottle of wine. Charles' conversation
jokingly turned to Tricia's promiscuity back in the high school days. She
took it in her stride and pointed out that she wasn't the only one screwing
everything on two legs.


They giggled back and forth until he suddenly said, "There was no fuck as
good as you. You were the only one who took me without complaint."

Tricia was oblivious to my awkwardness but I was also oddly stimulated by
the conversation, hoping I might hear some of the actual details of their
sex which Tricia had never told me.

"Do you remember the time we went back to Rose's house and her and her guy,
was it Craig.....yes that's it, they were shagging on the next bed and she
looked at me and said she fancied a bit of my cock. She jumped over and
pushed you back to straddle me and try to take my cock but couldn't. Her
guy came over and watched as she tried to suck me and then she grabbed his
head and made him do it. The poor guy was so embarrassed until she told him
unless he did he wasn't getting any more. He sucked better than she did and
I blew my load over the poor guy's face. God we laughed!"

I was horrified to say the least. Tricia had had a foursome of sorts, and
had witnessed a guy blowing her boyfriend and never thought to mention
it. I was quiet. The trouble is, my cock was brick hard and I had no idea
why.

During the evening Charles told us both he was moving across town the
following week as his landlord wanted the flat back. He was going to be
staying in a hotel for three days as the new lease didn't start until the
beginning of the new month and there was a three day shortfall.

"You could stay with us in the spare room Charles, couldn't he darling?"

Tricia looked at me with her white dazzling teeth and made it patently
obvious that the answer I had to give was "yes."

After a few sentences of, "Oh I couldn't possibly trouble you," and a few,
"Don't be silly we'd love to have you stay," it was set that Charles would
stay from Friday to Monday the following weekend.

The evening continued with Tricia and him reminiscing rather openly about
some of the places they had "done it," while I smiled quietly in the
background.

When we were home, both a little worse for wear Tricia said to me, "Charles
hasn't changed too much has he? He's a little better built but he's still
as sexy as he ever was."

"I thought you hated what he did to you," I asked.

"Oh Liam, that was ages ago. It'll be just like old times next week won't
it?"

As we climbed into bed, I wondered just how much like old times it would
be. Tricia nuzzled up to me and kissed me. I responded. I was randy but I
couldn't get the phrase "shop soiled goods" out of my head.  It turned me
on to think this guy knew her as well as I did. When my fingers found her
slit she was wet and panting and I was sure I wasn't the one who had put
her into that state. One thing, I would make damned sure I got the benefit
from it. I fucked Tricia like a madman that night both missionary and doggy
and she was as abandoned as I could ever have remembered. That night she
definitely came!

As I fucked I wondered how she would be with the 'real' Charles fucking her
rather than the substitute one currently embedded into her cunt from the
rear. Was there an unbridled whore inside her waiting to be fucked
relentlessly by a big black cock? Worse, as I pumped my cum into her my
head was full of the thoughts of holding that cock as it fucked her.

After sex we both fell asleep but I knew I had to talk to her before the
weekend.

The Friday was coming up fast. Charles had advised that the furniture he
had was being moved to the garage at his new place so there was only him
and a couple of suitcases coming.

Over a bottle of wine on the Wednesday I said to Tricia, "If you were still
single, would you let Charles fuck you again?"

"Oh Liam what a silly question, I'm married."

"Let me phrase that again then Tricia, does the thought of his cock get you
excited?"

"Stop it Liam, he's just an old friend."

"He's an old friend who still wants to get in your pants."

"Well it's not going to happen. Anyway how could it happen as you'll be
here all the time so I can't get up to anything."

"You managed to get up to something when that Craig guy was present if I'm
to believe the story about him sucking Charles off."

She went silent as though thinking about it and then said, "It was kind of
exciting at the time but I was a different girl then."

"Are you?" I asked.

"Your getting turned on by all this aren't you?" she asked. "You like the
idea of him flirting with me and maybe you want to suck some black cock."



I blushed and it was my turn to struggle for an answer.



"I'm your husband for God's sake, so why would I want another man to fuck
you?"



"Mm, why indeed? she said.



We didn't discuss it again but I managed another great fuck that night.
That was twice in one week so maybe Charles was adding some spice to our
life.



When I returned from work on the Friday night Tricia was dressed simply but
definitely sexily. Tight faded jeans and a flimsy white top which showed
her tiny little bra and accentuated her breasts. She smelled good too.



"Charles has texted to say he'll be here in twenty minutes. He was.


We ate and had a few drinks, and Charles had brought half a dozen bottles
of assorted wines including a champagne. We drank well and ended up with
Tricia on the sofa, me sitting on the arm and Charles stretched on a bean
bag. I put the opod on and when the strains of "Achy Breaky Heart," came on
Charles jumped up.



"Remember our terrible attempts at line dancing?"



Tricia laughed as he offered his hand and she stood, kicked off her shoes
and the pair of them started an "out of synch" line dance giggling and
laughing as Tricia stumbled in her inebriated state. The next song was a
slow number and the pair of them changed pace as he danced with her. When
that finished, Tricia said she wanted to get a bit more comfortable as her
jeans were a bit tight and padded into the bedroom.




"I think I might put on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt too," said Charles.



Tricia was back in five minutes wearing the oversize t-shirt she loved
lazing in around the house and Charles arrived back, bare footed and
dressed equally casually.



"Go on Liam, get comfortable," said Tricia.



I went off and found out knee length shorts and a t-shirt and pulled them
on before returning to the lounge. Charles was sitting on the arm of the
sofa where I had been and Tricia lay stretched out. The t-shirt had ridden
up and I could see her panties. I tried to catch her eye but she was too
busy chatting to Charles to notice. I sat on the chair and let them chatter
away.



As Charles half-stood, his bottom leaning on the sofa arm, I was aware of
the shape of his cock in the shorts. It looked huge. I was sure it wasn't
erect though it may have been partly swollen but it seemed to me to be
about seven or eight inches and as thick as my forearm. I felt my cock stir
and had to move my leg to cover it. As he spoke he would pat her leg and
gently rub her calves and foot.



"You're a lucky man Liam, having such a beautiful girl as Tricia on tap."
He turned to her and said, "I think about our times a lot."



I saw a definite jump in his cock when he said that.



"Do you ever miss what I gave you?" he asked her.



The alcohol was talking and Tricia smiled and said, "You gave me quite a
lot and I'll bet it hasn't shrunk any!"



"No it hasn't and it has some fond memories as you were one of the few
girls who never complained about the size. I don't suppose Liam here is a
match is he?"



He looked at me in a pitiful way and smiled. His eyes looked back and forth
at the two of us.



"We were jealous beasts in those days, all those hormones and testosterone
running around. I suppose we're all less possessive now."


I knew what he was implying but wasn't sure if he was asking to take Tricia
to bed, looking for a threesome or just simply trying to get me
annoyed. Tricia seemed oblivious to it though but I wasn't so sure she
hadn't felt the heavy sexual tension in the air. Maybe he didn't know where
this was going himself and was just testing to see what we would do.



I did nothing.



"Liam here isn't the jealous type," said Tricia. "He's not your usual
macho-type, are you love?"



"Wouldn't you get upset if a guy tried to get inside your wife's pants,
Liam?"



"Of course I would," I replied trying to be forceful.



"Would it not turn you on just a little bit to think she was your wife and
another guy had a hard cock thinking about fucking her?"



He looked down and his cock jumped up. It was now noticeably standing up in
the thin fabric of his shorts. Tricia couldn't see it as he was sitting
open-legged facing in my direction. I had to assume it was for my benefit.



I was quiet again.



"What if Tricia said you could watch her getting some and maybe even have a
wank while it happened?"


Tricia looked at me and I detected anticipation in her face. She wanted him
to fuck her. I could see the look. She was wet and I was the only person
stopping her. I wondered if I did stop it, would she slip out of bed when I
was asleep and do it anyway. She knew I slept soundly.



"I need another drink," I said. "Anyone else?"


"More wine darling," said Tricia, as her eyes dropped and she saw Charles'
stiff cock for the first time that night. "Charles, you are naughty."



"You always got me going Tricia but I'm aware Liam got you and I didn't.
My cock's got a good memory and I suppose it's thinking of good times."



I came back into the room from the kitchen and he addressed me. "Have you
never wondered exactly what Tricia and I did?  Have you never been excited
at the thought of another man having sex with her and wondered if she
enjoyed it as much as she did with you? Have you ever wanted to see her
excited with another man?"



He almost whispered the last couple of sentences.



"We could fulfil that fantasy for you Liam. I think Tricia wants to and I
have a feeling your cock is rigid in your pants right now."


As I walked past him, he squeezed the front of my shorts and my semi-hard
cock jumped almost as much as I did.



"I know the answer!" he said.



His hand wandered up Tricia's leg, under her loose t-shirt and she laid her
head back and gasped making no attempt to stop him. I sipped my wine while
sitting opposite the show on the couch. He moved steadily up her legs and
reached his target as Tricia exhaled loudly. I could only imagine his
fingers stroking the front of her panties and rubbing her clit through the
fabric. My breathing was coming in gasps and my heart was pounding. He slid
from the arm to the sofa, lifting and spreading her legs open so only he
could see in between them and all the way up to her panties. He rolled over
and stretched up to kiss Tricia fully on the lips. She said nothing but
responded passionately, her arms coiling around him. My cock hurt!



He lifted the oversized t-shirt off and over her head, leaving her topless
and in her little pair of lacy panties. I couldn't see but assumed they
would be very damp. He kissed her breasts in turn and lifted them upwards
towards his large lips, sucking her nipples and then licking around
them. Neither of them looked at me. His own t-shirt came off revealing his
athletic body as he kissed his way down her torso and his face then
disappeared between Tricia's legs.  Sideways all I could see was the top of
his curly black hair bobbing up and down as he licked between her legs, his
hands pushing the panties aside to allow his tongue into her. Of course, I
was looking at this sideways so could not see the actual sexual contact
which made it even more erotic. Tricia was whimpering.



Charles slid his shorts down and stood up, deliberately turning so that I
was given a full view of his cock. I guessed it had to be ten inches long
and thick. It couldn't stand to a full erection as the weight made it droop
stiffly downwards. His testicles were out of proportion in that they looked
small for such a big organ. He smiled when I looked at it.



He whispered, "I want you to have a ringside seat when I do it. I want you
up close and smelling the sex, do you hear me?"



When I said nothing, still looking stunned, he snapped much more loudly,
"Do you hear me?"



I nodded dumbly.



"Good."



Tricia's pants came off and she was naked too. He swung her around so that
she was sitting properly on the sofa facing me and he knelt down to drink
between her legs, his bottom facing me and I saw his arsehole, slightly
open and dark purple, looking in my direction. I wondered for a moment how
a man could ever take another man's cock in that little ring. He stood her
up and led her to the bedroom leaving me in the lounge, still clothed. I
sat dumbly listening as Tricia was teased and excited, her little gasps of
pleasure wafting back through. Not watching was almost as exciting as
watching.




I dragged myself to my feet and went to the room. He was on top, his arse
still facing me as he kissed her lips and neck. His bottom rising and
falling in an automatic motion emulating the sex to follow. I slid my
shorts down and pulled my t-shirt off, watching from the door and stroking
my cock. I felt excited, humiliated, dirty and jealous. He was astride her
shoulders now, his cock looking obscenely large lying across her face. I
was at an angle and could see the action. He raised himself and offered his
cock to her mouth and with her left hand steadying it, she tried to stuff
as much in as she could. She rolled his foreskin back and sucked the purple
head, cupping his balls with her other hand.



"God you're a sexy bitch. I bet you've missed my big cock. Did you think of
it while he fucked you?"



I saw Tricia's head nod ever so slightly.



"Come here and watch her getting the fucking of her life white boy," he
said.



I walked to the end of the bed. He stood and turned to face me, towering
over my smaller frame.



"Suck it. Suck her saliva off my cock!"


I looked at him, my eyes watering slightly and looked at the lust in
Tricia's eyes. He put his hand on my head and pushed me to my knees.  I
wanted it. I had to have the thing that was going to service my wife inside
me. I put the head in my mouth and he started to forcefully push causing me
to gag. He pulled back and let me find my own pace. I started sucking as
though I was hungry animal. I needed his flesh in my mouth. Somewhere at
the back of my mind the thought of "maybe one day he'll put it inside my
hole" registered even though I couldn't see any way it would ever fit it.



He pulled it out and whipped it across my face leaving saliva-laden
streaks.



"I'm going to fuck her and you're going to be licking her cunt as I do it."



I stroked my cock frantically. I felt as though I had taken a drug and my
head was bursting with euphoria as it took effect.




He made me lie on the bed, then asked Tricia to straddle me in a
"sixty-nine" position and suck my cock. He went behind her and his cock was
once again in my face along with Tricia's trim cunt.



"Lick her out," he commanded.


I complied, my tongue slurping into her soaking cunt. As I did so, his cock
appeared and only two inches away, I watched it start to enter her
vagina. Only the head slid in at first and as he tried to push more and
more I started to lick his cock and Tricia's cunt. The juices and my saliva
were everywhere and I couldn't get enough of the flesh and fluids being
presented to me. It took about ten minutes but soon me was embedded into my
wife. He started to fuck in earnest and I had to stop Tricia before she had
a mouthful of my cum. His fucking was rough and relentless and I was
feeling hot down there between Tricia's legs, her fluids dripping on to my
face.



Tricia came. It sounded nothing like I had ever managed to make her do.
Charles' pace changed too and as my tongue tried to lick his cock I felt
the pump of his fluids entering my wife. He groaned a really guttural sound
as his pace slowed. When he stopped, his cock slid out and landed, covered
in cum and juices, on my face. I wanked furiously as cum dripped out of
Tricia and landed on my lips. As I came, I allowed his sperm to enter my
mouth and at the point of ejaculation actually stuck my tongue into her to
drink as much as I could manage.  I had tasted my own but never another
man's before but mixed with my wife's juices it tasted like nectar.



Charles climbed off and used a tissue to wipe his cock. He threw the box to
me.




"How was that pussy boy?" he said.



I half smiled.



He turned to Tricia and said, "Was it as good as you remember?"



She beamed a smile which said it all.



If Charles felt awkward after the sex, he showed no sign of it as we sat
looking at each other afterwards.



"It was good to get a chance to share my cock with both of you," he
said. "There's so much more it would like to do but there's still a couple
of nights before I move out."



Tricia looked sideways at me and I looked down at Charles' cock now limp
but still a weapon of mass destruction, and wondered what he meant.





2.





Next morning Charles was acting as though nothing had happened and, to be
honest, Tricia was also chatting away as though pretending she hadn't
allowed her ex-boyfriend to shag her in front of me and then humiliate me
by making him suck his cock and then lick his cum out of my wife. I stayed
quiet and ate my breakfast like a good little boy should.



"I'll see you both later," said Charles as he headed for the door. "Are we
having another night in?"



He winked as he said that and headed out, leaving me with Tricia.



"You're quiet," she said.



"It's not everyday you watch your wife being fucked by a large black cock,"
I replied.



"And you hated every minute didn't you" she said a little sarcastically.



I ate quietly again.



"Well tell me. You cock was as hard as I've ever seen it and I didn't ask
you to lick his cum out of me. That didn't seem like the actions of a
reluctant husband."



I said little, mainly because I was confused. She was right, of course.  I
had loved seeing her being stimulated and excited by another man.  Even
more so, back in our college days I would have paid to see Charles fucking
her so my dreams had come true but she was my wife now and also I was
confused at how much I had enjoyed actually seeing Charles' cock and also
touching it. I wanted his spunk on my face more than anything last night
and no one had forced me. My cock was hard yet again and I wondered what
the night coming up would bring.



As it turned out I didn't get the chance. Charles phoned to say something
had come up with a client and he was the only one available at the weekend
to deal with it so he would be late home and not to wait for him. I was
strangely disappointed and judging by Tricia's face, I wasn't the only
one. We ate quietly and had a bottle of wine before going to bed. I tried
to instigate sex and she let me kiss and fondle her before declaring she
was tired. I didn't hear Charles come home.



On the Sunday morning we all breakfasted together and he apologised, saying
he would make it up to us on that night. He would get the food and cook
dinner.



Nothing was said about sex but Tricia decided to have a long soak in the
bath late afternoon and I showered thoroughly. Wishful thinking on both out
parts, perhaps?



Charles bounced back in, around 6.00pm with steaks, bags of salad and
potatoes for baking. He had a big, exotic ice cream dessert and a number of
chinking wine bottles. He deposited everything in the kitchen and went
upstairs to shower before returning in shorts, baggy t-shirt and flip
flops. We were all casually dressed anyway and I went to help him prepare
while Tricia watched the tail end of an old movie on television.



As we worked in the kitchen Charles cupped the front of his shorts and said
to me, "Did you miss this last night?"



"Probably Tricia did," I replied.



"And you didn't miss getting your hands on it then Liam?"



I blushed and concentrated on mixing the salad.



"I'll take that as a yes then," he said. "The night's young!"



The steak were great, 28 days aged and full of flavour. The wine was good
too and we were soon chatting away with the conviviality than a few glasses
of good wine creates. Charles slid a blue pill across to me.



"Viagra, Liam. It's great when you are going to have sex. Try it!"



"Am I going to have sex Charles?" I said.



"Trust me, you are Liam," he replied. "I took one earlier and I've got a
horn that won't go away."



Tricia looked at me, smiled and said, "Go on, live dangerously!"



I swallowed the pill.



A light flushing started about 15 minutes later though I couldn't say I
felt horny. Charles had moved over to Tricia and, while looking at me,
deliberately kissed her fully on the lips, his right hand cupping hear
right breast.



"You don't mind, do you Liam?"



The question was rhetoric as his hand was up her short skirt and Tricia was
flushing as his finger found it's Mark. My breathing was now slightly
different and my forehead felt hot. Suddenly I felt my cock rise faster
than it had done since I was a teenager. It stood obscenely in my shorts
and Charles looked across and smiled.




"I see it's ready for business!"



He stood up, dropped his shorts, pulled off his t-shirt and stood with his
thick black cock sticking straight out from his body.



"So's mine," he said. "Come and suck me Liam. I want to see you head
bobbing up and down on my cock before I fuck your wife."



It was as though someone was pulling strings and I was a puppet. I stood as
though in a trance, dropped my own shorts until I was as naked as him and
my smaller cock was like a rod of iron. I walked over and knelt in front of
him, gripping his hard cock and wrapping my mouth around it. The initial
taste of just skin gave way to a slightly saltier taste as the pre-cum
oozed out from the head and my tongue swirled under his foreskin to find
it. I was horny, more so than I had been for years. I wanted everything to
happen!



Tricia stripped and stood against Charles slightly to the side. I took his
cock in my hand and pushed it against her front, the hard flesh pressing
into her skin. She also dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth,
right beside me, sucking and then offering it to me. I sucked and offered
it back. We continued sucking this rigid member for some five minutes or
so. He lifted her up and started to kiss her almost violently, the slurping
sounds echoing around the room interspersed with Tricia's gasping and
panting. Still on my knees I could see his long black fingers slide into
her wet cunt, stretching and probing. I knelt, watching, stroking my own
cock which was so hard, it hurt.




He led Tricia through to the room as he had done the last time, making no
reference to me and left me where I was on the floor. I meekly followed.



Tricia was pushed down on the bed and he knelt before her pushing her legs
apart and pressing his mouth to her gaping cunt. Her legs were almost
obscenely up in the air in a "V" shape as he did this and I walked around,
cock in hand to watch closely as he worked on her gaping slit with his long
tongue. Tricia was whimpering, the sound rising and falling as his tongue
played with her clitoris. I decided to attempt to involve myself so climbed
on to the bed to offer my cock to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it
and started to suck but I felt her attention was more focused on Charles
and his long tongue than on my cock.



"Fuck her," he suddenly said.



"What?"  I responded, not sure if I had heard him correctly.



"I want to watch you fuck her," he insisted.



I climbed off the bed and lifted Tricia into a more normal, missionary
position for fucking.



"Do her doggy," he commanded.



I did as I was told and Tricia swung around on all fours while I climbed on
her back and steadily slid my cock in her hole.



"Yea that's great. Fuck her hard and let me hear her cum," he said.



I started to pump into Tricia and felt Charles' hand on my buttocks,
pushing me. His fingers started to probe downwards and he pushed against my
hole. It hurt and I said so. Charles likes to get what he wants so he
withdrew his fingers and I continued to fuck. It was no more than 30 second
before I felt the coldness of KY lubricant on my hole and his finger
pushing in once again. It was strangely exciting and for some reason
actually increased my erection so I tried as hard as I could to relax and
let him finger me. As the lubricant softened he was able to slide in and
out much more easily until I was aware of a slight stretching. I told him
he was hurting.



"I'm not surprised mate, I've got three fingers in you!"



That news actually excited my and I fucked Tricia all the more, using all
my experience to try to bring her to a climax. She was enjoying the fuck, I
was sure, but I just couldn't get her to orgasm. I slowed to a steadier
pace and felt Charles climb on the bed, I assumed to take over. I was
wrong. I felt his cock against my hold and the push of hard black flesh
attempting to enter me.



"I don't think I manage........."



That was as far as I got before the head of his cock pushed into me and I
yelled. I tried to pull back but I was embedded in Tricia at the front and
he was at the back, his hand firmly holding my hips.



"Be patient," he said.



He held his cock stead and the initial shock eased.



"Keep fucking her and I'll hold my cock steady," he said.



I did that and found a weird pleasure as my cock slid into Tricia and as I
pulled back, I impaled myself on Charles. The pain took on a new dimension
and had a stimulating quality to it until I was ramming hard into Tricia
and hard back into Charles. I had no idea how much of his cock was in me
but it felt like the whole ten inches was inside me. It probably wasn't but
my poor hole was stretched in a way it was never meant to be.



I was going to cum and I told him so.



"No you fucking ain't," he said and stopped, pulling his cock out.



He pulled me off Tricia and immediately sunk his cock straight inside
her. Once more I was on the sidelines watching and wanking. I had an idea
and took the KY squeezing a dollop on my finger and rubbed it on his arse.



"You can finger but you're not fucking, ok?" he said.



I fingered his hole. He was tight and I struggled to get more than one
finger inside him, however I found his upward thrusting on to my finger
erotic.



Tricia easily managed to orgasm with Charles inside her. Her nails dug in
his back and she called out for him to fuck her harder as she almost
screamed to climax. I was close too and so wanted to cum.



I moved behind him and pressed my cock against his arse as he continued to
fuck Tricia, just stroking it up and down against his hole. I was very
close now. He announced his imminent ejaculation into Tricia so I held my
cock and pushed against his arse plunging into him as I was cumming. My
spunk shot pulse and after pulse of cum inside his hole just as he was
shooting into Tricia and trying very hard to get off my cock.



I withdrew quite quickly while he was trying to come down from his orgasm
and his language was not very choice.



"I figured, Charles, that you might enjoy some of the things you have been
offering me over the last couple of days," I said.



He cursed under his breath and headed for the toilet. I looked at Tricia
and we both burst into laughter.



"I suppose what's good for the goose etc etc," she said and we laughed
again.



Charles was quite quiet for the rest of the evening and when he left the
following day there was a curt farewell and off he went.



I feel really weird about the whole incident especially my venture into the
bisexual side of things. Tricia said it turned her on, Charles has made
himself scarce and we've started looking on some of the swingers sites to
see if we can find some more considerate partners.  I figure, however, that
once he calms down, we may see even more of Charles in the future.


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Justin