Chapter 8
Their looks of spent tiredness instantly changed into the looks of two elite athletes whose whole life centered on accepting challenges and winning.
Before they’d been nervous and hesitant, but now they seemed to be getting into the swing of things.
Sipho’s hulking six-foot, two-fifty pound frame taking Sasha by the hand with a surprising gentleness as he led her to the couch and bent her over so she was leaning forward, resting on the end, her big boobs hanging down so his pal could play with them while he offered her his cock.
It was a sexy and strange scene. Sasha leaning forward, one hand wrapped around Rambo’s beer-can cock while she looked back through her legs, pulling her love lips wide apart, seemingly unable to believe the girth of the thing being rubbed up and down her labia.
“Sipho… make sure to go slow,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost maternal, the tone the opposite of the depravity of the what was about to play out. “Go slow, sweetheart… I’ve never had a cock as thick as yours in me before… we have to be careful, otherwise you might tear me… break my pussy…”
The young man grunted—I think he meant yes, but Sasha had to slow him down as he thrust forward and the first couple of inches hit home.
“Fuuuccckkk! Shit, you’re fat,” she moaned, almost hyperventilating, her face screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure. “It’s like a fucking baseball bat… mmmm… more, baby, more… but please, slow… slow and careful…”
Sasha was doing enough talking for both of them—all Sipho was doing was grinning like someone whose birthdays had all come at once as he held Sasha’s hips in a vice-like grip and slowly, inch-by-inch pushed upwards until she’d finally taken all of his insanely thick cock into her body.
Now she was hyperventilating for real. Deep breath after deep breath, staring straight forward into space, struggling physically and mentally with the reality of having something that wide and long in the depths of her tummy.
I almost felt sorry for her, except it was so hot and erotic, and I also knew she was about to get the fucking of her life. And I almost felt sorry for Rambo-Shrek—Sasha was so preoccupied she was giving his cock virtually zero attention.
To his credit, despite his excitement and youth, the barrel-chested youngster kept to Sasha’s instructions, withdrawing slowly and gently, before pushing all the way back in equally slowly, Sasha greeting his thrust with a long, deep moan of satisfaction.
“Yes, baby… yessss, yessss, just like that… fuck baby, I think I died and went to heaven…”
As they both got into it, as Sasha’s pussy adjusted to the girth of Sipho’s cock, the pace of Sipho’s fucking soon picked up. An elite young athlete with a body built for power, his hips were soon smashing back and forth with almost lightning pace.
Over the last few years, I thought I’d seen everything. But what happened in the next few minutes took things to a whole new level. Because just as Sasha was right on the brink, realizing this—before Sasha knew what was happening—he’d withdrawn and switched places with his pal.
The pair of them did this a couple of times—high-fiving each other, chortling and enjoying the fact they weren’t letting Sasha cum, that despite their youth they were controlling and conquering this beautiful white woman.
But having won this set of victories, they changed the game up. Instead competing to see who could make her cum more. Their changeovers not driven by the need to stop her cumming, but happening when they’d made her cum and felt their own climaxes were too close.
Which meant, even though they’d already cum once, their youth and inexperience meant they had to switchover every couple of minutes.
But they were fucking Sasha so powerfully and their cocks were stretching her pussy so much that even a couple of minutes was normally enough that they’d each ‘score’ a big cum with their first ever white woman.
They must have been fucking Sasha for nearly half an hour by now—their muscular black asses never slowing as they switched again and again as they fucked Sasha through seemingly endless climaxes.
“You see, Jase… this is who Sash is now… four years with all those black cocks… all those black boyfriends… this is who she is… look how she’s loving it… can’t get enough…”
The bastard was telling the truth. If Thomas’s words hadn’t chimed with the reality right in front of me, his words wouldn’t have hurt or troubled me.
But even though my own cock was as hard as the two youngsters, what Thomas said did trouble me.
We’d only just returned from our romantic couple’s trip to Mackinac Island, a trip filled with talk of babies and monogamy.
Yet here we were just four days later and I was looking at a very different version of Sasha.
A version who couldn’t get enough of these two well-endowed black teenagers.
A version who made me seriously doubt she’d ever again just be satisfied with me and what I could give her.
Just when I thought my brain might explode with all these thoughts and fears, Sipho gripped Sasha’s hips and roared in a way that told me he was depositing his seed deep within my squealing, sobbing wife.
His extra deep thrust and jerky movements making her cum yet again, her own body quivering like she’d been electrocuted as she took the youngster’s load.
Where Sipho went, his equally hulking friend wasn’t far behind. I think there barely three seconds between Sipho withdrawing his spent, sticky elephant’s tusk and his pal replacing him as he rammed himself back deep into my exhausted wife.
Somehow, despite the excitement etched on his young face, he managed to last another three or four minutes and fuck Sasha through another couple of climaxes before he howled the house down and sent yet more scalding teenage seed deep into my wife’s receptive womb.
Somehow, after a few minutes recovery time, Sasha managed to drag herself upstairs for a restorative shower. Leaving me alone with Thomas and the two grinning young teenagers. Two grinning young teenagers who showed no desire to get dressed and leave.
So nothing remotely awkward there!
I guess they were hoping for second helpings…
I could hardly blame them, when I was their age, I’d have needed and wanted the same.
“You see, Jase… it’s like I told you… your lovely wife’s a permanently changed woman!
“Whatever she says to you, whatever promises she makes… she can’t help herself… she means well… but it’s just who she is now… and you gotta take a lot of the blame, man…
“The best you can hope for is that you find the right balance… the balance between having your kiddos and letting her still be the woman she’s become … ain’t no way she’s gonna stop… you saw that yourself!”
I was just about to put up some kind of resistance, to find the heart and words to contradict him, when Sasha—fully clothed—appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Looking remarkably refreshed and restored.
“I shan’t be long, honey,” she beamed, kissing my cheek as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m just going to make sure Sipho and Rambo have got everything they need. Make sure they’re comfortable.”
Seeing my confusion, she quickly explained that Sipho and Rambo were actually staying next door.
That Thomas, knowing our neighbors Todd and Jill were in Europe and had their house available on Airbnb, had the brainwave to take next door so he wouldn’t have to arrange for an Uber and have the boys incur the cost of an expensive Detroit hotel.
They and his pal the coach didn’t fly back until late Tuesday, so his brainwave would save a few hundred bucks.
Before I had a chance to react, the four of them were out the door and gone.
Now what? Sasha had looked spent and tired before the shower, but before that I’d just watched the fucking of a lifetime from these two teenage hulks.
And now she’d disappeared next door with them to make sure the teenagers were comfortable in their Airbnb, or as she’d put it, ‘had everything they need.’
So after everything I’d just seen, my instincts told me I was in for an anxious wait to see if ‘everything they need’ included another go around with my beautiful wife!
The first thirty minutes of pacing and tingling fear, I told myself she could well just be showing them how everything worked and just being a friendly, almost maternal host for these youngsters from a foreign land.
But as thirty minutes stretched past the hour, I knew in my heart that explanation was just wishful thinking. That I was kidding myself if I thought anything but round two was the explanation for Sasha’s prolonged stay next door.
Choices for response?
Well, I could go round next door for a confrontation. Demand that she came back home with me.
But how humiliating would that be?
So, instead, I picked up where I’d left off earlier, adding a few more rounds to the bourbons I’d already had earlier. At least it took the edge off.
The last thing I recall was downing another large bourbon and staring at the clock—three in the morning, I was just about sober enough to do the math. She’d now been gone for a full two hours.
I remember starting to spiral… then it all went black. I don’t remember anything else. I guess the booze finally claimed me.
Bright light in the eyes. A throbbing pain inside my head. A mouth that was parched and breath that was rank. Way to go Jason!
Slowly gathering myself, I looked around me. I was still in the living room, still in the armchair I’d been in when Sasha had disappearing next door.
Forcing my eyes to focus, the clock told me the same thing as the bright spring sunshine—it was mid-morning, just coming up to ten.
No sign of Sasha.
But then again, just coz I’d been so drunk I’d fallen asleep in the armchair, I could hardly expect her to sleep next to me on the sofa. Or to drag me out of the chair and upstairs to bed.
Careful to hold the handrail—I hated to think what my blood alcohol level was—I dragged myself up the stairs.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Instant panic.
No sign of Sasha.
And no sign that she’d slept in our bed for as much as a single minute.
Should I have been so shocked?
Probably not.
After all, I hadn’t protested when she’d fucked Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee, aka, the fat-cock twins.
And I’d let her spend virtually a whole weekend with Andre when he’d tricked us into allowing a threesome with him and his ‘cousin’ Jordan.
So why would she think I’d have a problem with her going again with the fat-cock twins… and hey, when they’d all finished, they’d all be tired… and next door had king-sized beds and a couple of hunky teenagers to keep her warm… to cuddle up next to.
Forcing myself to settle, I went through the familiar ritual of brewing my morning coffee. Savoring the aroma of the beans… breathing in the vapor… tasting that first fresh, bitter mouthful.
Jase, you may not be happy, you may be missing her… but you can’t exactly be surprised.
It was after breakfast, and with my head finally back in balance, I traipsed around next door just before lunch.
I was composed and in control.
And I really didn’t plan to make any kind of scene.
But what I found next door shocked me to my core.