Fantasy Fulfilled
I’m still not sure how he did it, but my husband Chris found out about my secret fantasy and arranged for it to be satisfied as a surprise.
If you only knew what I fantasised over, then you would soon realise how extremely difficult it would be to set up. But he managed it.
Saturday afternoon, latish. After spending two or three hours at the shops I drove home and parked in the drive as usual. Taking my purchases into the house Chris welcomed me with a hot kiss. Unusual. What’s he after I wondered but decided I needed to freshen up before eating.
A quick shower was exactly that. Refreshing. I dressed casually, a pair of loose fitting floral lounge trousers and a loose patterned blouse over braless boobs. Downstairs Chris seemed rather worked up, but he wouldn’t tell me what the trouble was.
We had a light meal for tea, in fact it was nothing more than poached eggs on toast, followed by a yoghurt and a mug of tea.
Sitting relaxing in the lounge, Chris seemed to be clock watching and appeared to be agitated about something. Then the doorbell chimed and he rushed to open the door. I heard him talking softly to the visitor and heard them coming down the hallway.
I frowned. Chris hadn’t said he’d invited anyone over for the evening. Imagine my shock when he introduced Jayden to me. A smartly dressed Jamaican man, probably in his thirties, but good looking.
My fantasy came to mind.
Chris was chatting excitedly away, excused himself to collect some glasses of wine from the kitchen. Poor Jayden looked a little nervous himself and, apart from telling me to call him Jay, he said little until Chris returned.
‘Julie,’ Chris said, his voice pitched a little higher than usual, it always did when he was nervous. ‘I have something to tell you.’
I tilted my head enquiringly to the side.
‘Jayden is here as a surprise for you. I’m sure you will like what’s going to happen.’
‘What’s going to happen. What is going to happen?’ I thought it can’t be a male stripper, could it?
‘Jayden, why don’t you sit next to Julie on the sofa?’
He did just that. He could see my furrowed brow, placed one of his hands on mine and simply said, ‘Don’t worry. Chris told me of your desire, should I say fantasy. If you are happy, perhaps I could help you with your fantasy.’
God. What’s Chris done? A fantasy is just that. Something you dream about but something that never happens. Usually.
I glared at Chris then looked at Jay, his searching brown eyes eating into mine. In that split instant I was hooked. Much as I wanted to give Chris a mouthful for setting this up, I melted to my personal whims.
‘I think your husband said you wanted to be fucked by a big black cock. Well I might have one of those but a fuck is not memorable. Making love is. There is a subtle difference.’
‘Mmmm,’ I sighed suddenly envisioning the remote possibility of this black stranger making love to me. From what I have seen on porn sites, it’s usually tantamount to rape.
Jay’s gentle fingers rested under my chin, tilting my head upwards. That’s the moment his lips met mine, and what may have seemed a detestable situation a moment or two before, turned into a moment of joy.
His lips were full and gently kissed mine. Never forceful, just soft and pleasurable. The way sensuous kisses should be. Oh, I thought, there was something here to be enjoyed.
Not wanting to give Chris the satisfaction that I was enjoying it, I glared at him every time our eyes met.
Jay’s tongue slipped tantalisingly between my lips and danced with mine. He sucked it, and I reciprocated. Tongue touching, tasting and sucking. Tingling sensations.
Unexpectedly becoming breathless, I kissed |Jay back, my hands wrapping round his head and shoulders. Mouth drooling with dribble, our embrace was as hot as they come.
Our lips parted giving me time to wipe my mouth free of the saliva before we engaged again. Jay slipped one of his hands down to my breast, first gently taking its weight, then caressing it. Normally I would object to being touched up this way but…this could be fun. He quickly slipped his hand under the looseness of my blouse, locating and gently pinching my nipple causing me to groan with pleasure.
His lips found my neck, my ears, tongue leaving damp trails wherever it touched.
Expertly Jay unbuttoned my blouse and helped me drop it to the floor. He pushed me backwards and continued his sexual onslaught of kisses, from my back, down to my chest, between my breasts and to my stomach. Purposely he licked my belly button making me groan a little louder. Then he found my nipples. Already hard and standing alert to his tongue and his finger and thumb.
I knew I was dripping wet below. I can’t believe how quickly I was turned on. I wanted him. Craved him to find my pussy but he was clever and manipulative. He would only move around my body and search for my eternity when he was ready. He obviously wasn’t at that point.
He helped me remove his button down shirt which left his upper torso bare and me drooling. He was physically fit, strong chest and a six pack the like of which I had never seen before. Both of us naked from the waist up. It seemed so right for us to hug as lovers do. My breasts flattened against his muscular chest as my heart beat rapidly.
Across the room Chris sat open mouthed, wide eyed and with a bulge appearing in his jeans. Dirty bugger, I thought. He arranged this for his own gratification I’ll bet. But. But I’m the one enjoying this encounter thanks to the horny mastermind over there.
I will never forget the feeling that coursed through me when I first felt Jay’s skin under my hands, then the firmness and strength of his muscular frame. This was like a dream come true. Perhaps that what it was. Perhaps I’d wake up and find me cuddling my jaded, unfit husband trying for a fumble beneath the bed sheets. As I said before, dirty bugger.
Jay though, and his gentle strokes of his hands on my body, were soft and caring. There was no urgency in his movements, for he had the doubtless ability to control his every desire. I wondered if I could.
It had to happen, his strong hand slipped under the waistband of my lounge trousers, travelled tantalisingly down to my buttocks. His fingers gripped one of my cheeks and gently prised it away from the other. It was sexual, it was demanding, but it was so damned stimulating that I wanted to orgasm there and then. But of course I didn’t. Feeling my hidden cheeks parted like this was magnificently arousing. Bum hole and vagina being stretched playfully apart.
A strong finger found its way to tantalise my openings, to discover the dampness between my legs. Oooh. I wanted to scream with anticipation but all I did was to produce a guttural groan. My eyes closed and all I saw was… nothing. Just the dream of what would be, would soon be coming.
I could hear Chris breathing heavily though why I should in the present circumstances I did not comprehend. Maybe, the pervert he profusely denied he was, had his hand on his cock. I didn’t care. Didn’t want to see him. All I wanted was… in other circumstances the thought would have disgusted me, but this was so different. Having a stranger playing at loving me, half naked, and interracial. Fuck! This is what so many frustrated women dream of.
It was a sudden and planned movement as Jay pushed my loungers down, thumbs catching the top of my flimsy red panties, the ones that always excite Chris. Would he still be excited now Jay was pulling them off?
Impossible to have imagined this maybe ten, fifteen minutes ago. There I lay, naked, under a half clad Jamaican in full view of my husband.
Was it destiny when my hand slipped down to Jay’s trousers, felt the enormous mound that lay to its left. How Jay helped me unbuckle his belt, unhook the clasp then allowed me to draw down the zip, hand trembling as it slowly crossed the mound that was constrained within.
I gasped as my heartrate increased three fold. Never mind Chris sitting over there ogling our evolving exploits, beginning to chastise himself for unwittingly setting up this encounter. It was already steaming hot to me and I still hadn’t seen the magnificence of a black cock. Sure I’d felt Jay’s mound, his bulge, or whatever you want to call it. But this moment was real. It was magic unfolding.
Taking deep but quick breaths, my eyes closed as I slid my hand inside his trousers and felt the enormity of his weapon pushing against his Calvin Klein boxers. I had to be dreaming. Was this really happening? Happening to me?
My hand clasped round the shape of his cock until Jay raised himself and slid his trousers down his legs and kicked them off. There it was, a massive ridge appearing in those grey boxers. It took an almighty effort on my part to slip my hand under the waistband and touch his cock with my fingers. I’m sure I gasped, and I’m sure he could hear my heart beating. Jay’s lips engulfed mine, his probing tongue searching my mouth, duelling with my own.
In a moment of complete revelation, Jay helped push his boxers down and off. As he did, so his oversized cock sprang free and stood to attention, daring me to grip it, kiss it, suck it and whatever else one could do with such a monster.
Jay was turning me on even more. He kissed and tongued my ears, my neck, my chin, even the tip of my nose. As he moved slowly down my body, his kisses and tongue missed little as they followed his gentle hands down, and further down. He paid enormous attention to my hardened nipples, tweaking, kissing and sucking them. It seemed ages later that his hand slipped between my legs and found its ultimate destination. I had no objection at all. He fingered me, sucked his finger clean, then slid it along the length of my now very wet pussy. Up and down, slowly, forcing my lips apart.
I wanted his fingers to breach me, but they found another little toy to play with. My clitoris engorged and free from its protective hood. His fingers entered me, managing to tenderly caress it. Those spasms shocked me, shot across every extremity of my body.
One of his fingers escaped to investigate my tight anus. Circling and slowly prising its way inside. Nobody had dared touch my back entrance before but Jay’s action was acceptable, in fact so very stimulating.
Immediately I found the desire and courage to grasp his shaft then begin rubbing it with long strokes from its base to its tip. With little guidance needed I sunk my head down as Jay shuffled his position. I took its head into my mouth. It only just fitted. He had a massive cock that left my Chris’s weapon sadly lacking. Jay loved it. Loved me sucking him, and, as we became bolder with each other so he began to gently thrust into my mouth. But it only went a little way in.
Jay repositioned himself above me, his majestic tool, long, strong and needy.
Automatically I spread my legs wide and felt my juices drip from my channel and run onto my bum. Never could I remember feeling this wet before. I felt like a sex goddess waiting for my king to settle into a comfortable position to allow the head of his cock to gently force my lips apart as he slid up and down the entrance to my wanting vagina.
My heart missed a bit, my whole sex tingled like an electric like shock, my body trembled with the desire and need of what would surely follow.
I moaned as its head touched the opening to my love tunnel and I wondered if his massive tool would fit and avoid damaging me. I groaned loudly as his head gently forced its way into me. Jay, too, uttered guttural sounds as his cock battled against my wet, yet tight entrance.
That moment when he forced it in, and the acceptable pain sent shock waves through me, I screamed out loudly. I couldn’t help myself. As Jay pushed and rested, then pushed a little bit more, I felt my body being filled. I screamed again, and Jay grunted with every tiny thrust.
Our ecstasy was shattered momentarily as Chris groaned loudly and cursed, ‘Shit!’ as his cock spurted cum that fell onto his clothes and dripped everywhere. Pervert.
Push, rest, push some more, then thrust a bit harder, and suddenly the effort was over. Jay had filled me; he was in balls deep inside me and my pussy felt bloated. In that satisfying moment of sheer wonder, we lay completely still, enjoying our sexual union. Breathing heavily from the gentle exertion, Jay kissed me on the lips, my arms wrapped round his shoulders. Sex had never been this good with Chris, but this moment beat every other. I had a big black cock nestling inside me.
Gradually Jay began to move, his rigidness battled against my vaginal muscles as I gripped him for the sheer sensation he provided. Slowly, slowly, then faster and faster but not too rigorous, after all Jay was making love to me and not raping me as so many would do in this position.
It took just a few strokes before we found the rhythm as we worked together. The size and positioning of his penis dragged against my swollen clitoris. Electricity sparked between us. I climaxed more than once, feeling my own juices lubricating my sex. The sloppy slapping of Jay’s balls as they hit my buttocks and the distinct perfume from our love making.
‘Now,’ I heard Jay whisper as he began to pound frantically for how long I could not tell but it took an awful long time until he groaned ‘I’m cumming.’ And started to withdraw.
I pleaded, ‘No! Cum inside me. Please.’ Gripping his buttocks, I pulled him forwards again so he was fully immersed in me. God that felt amazing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders again, hugging him tightly whilst I coiled my legs round his and trapped him hard against my lustful body.
Jay panted, whispering in my ear. ‘Are you sure?’ and I acceded. ‘You’re beautiful’ he purred as our lips met in a wildly passionate kiss, tongues touching, tasting, sucking until his body jerked violently against me.
I felt his penis grow even larger within me, felt the first pulse of his ejaculations, the wondrous feeling of his seed inside me. I felt every spasm of his body, every squirt of semen his big black cock shared with me.
I was wild. Wild with satisfaction. Wild with delight and kissed and kissed him whilst clasping onto his powerful body. I was full of his seed, his juices and mine mixing into a cocktail of love potion.
Over the other side of the room, Chris was downhearted. Dispirited that his surprise had backfired on him and wondering what would happen next.
Jay plopped out of my pussy, turned me over then took me doggy style from behind. It lasted only a few minutes before he flopped onto his back and I rode him cowgirl style, my pussy oozing our juices and soaking my thighs and his stomach and chest.
To be honest we were exhausted after the initial lovemaking and I collapsed on top of the gorgeous man. Resting my cheek against his, we whispered a few loving words before drifting off to an after coitus sleep.
There was no sign of Chris when we awoke which was quite fortuitous. We were able to shower together and even arrange a further assignation, this time behind Chris’s back.
I can’t wait.
Fantasy fulfilled.