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Tim, his wife and her hung black boyfriend. Part 1 from 1 Author: Stuart Leaworthy The Adventures of Tim: It had been 6 months since I'd last seen Frank at the signal box, he'd sent me a birthday card on my 22nd birthday which made me feel a bit guilty about not going over to see him.

I wanted to spread my wings a bit and meet other guys and hopefully get into a group thing, but it turned out to be harder than I thought. In those days there wasn't the Internet and I suppose I was quite naive about how to meet men. I thought after passing my driving test and getting a company car it would give me more opportunity to meet guys.

I soon got to know the location of all the public toilets on my patch and although I did give and receive some great blowjobs I craved the feel of a cock up my ass and this was never forthcoming. My parents had been pestering me about meeting a girl and settling down. A girl called Kim had moved in a few doors down from where I lived and she had expressed an interest in me. I must admit I hadn't noticed her at all, any way she was having a 21st birthday party at the local hall and I was invited.

I was not really looking forward to the party but that night I got all dogged up in my best gear and went along. Almost as soon as I went in my parents called me over to meet Kim and her parents.

To my surprise I quite fancied Kim, she was very slim with small but pert breasts and nice legs. Her hair was short but sort of wavy and she had a very pixie like face.

We chatted for ages and got on really well we had a couple of dances including one slow dance where she held me really close.

I put it to the back of my mind, as I didn't think it would ever be an issue. We sat down at a table over in the corner and chatted some more we had a lot in common and seemed to share a lot of interests. A guy came passed and muttered something about Peter Pan, I asked Kim what he meant. She told me it was her brother and that he thought she looked like a guy with make-up on. Although I didn't say I must admit I agreed, her pixie like features did make her look a little androgynous and for the first time that evening a felt a definite stirring in my loins.

That summer Kim and I spent a lot of time together and in the autumn of the same year we got engaged, we had slept together a few times and although I don't think I ever managed to fully maintain and erection she seemed very happy with me in the bedroom. We got married the following spring and moved into a house not far from where Frank used to work at the station.

It had been over 12 months since I was last with a man and although the cravings were still there I'd put them to the back of my mind.

Then one day I bumped into Frank while shopping at the supermarket, as soon as I saw him my cock began throbbing in my jeans. He looked really hot, his hair was now completely grey to match his moustache, he was wearing a tight t shirt he had obviously been working out as he had big pecks and massive nipples poking out through the thin material, his legs were toned and tanned and the disgustingly short, tight cut down jeans left nothing to the imagination.

We chatted for a while and eventually I convinced him to take me for a drink. We headed off in his car to a quiet pub he knew just outside town. We never got to the pub but ended up parked up down a country lane, where we were all over each other like before.

My jeans and briefs were soon around my ankles my cock rock hard against my stomach. Frank's shorts were soon wet with my saliva as I licked and bit at his cock just like I used to do.

We kissed for ages his tongue deep in my mouth the feel of his stubble against my smooth face was incredible. His shorts were soon down around his ankles and I played and sucked on his huge cock, I kicked my jeans and briefs off and climbed over to his side of the car straddling his big fat lovely cock.

I rubbed my ass over his cock, my own cock hard against his hairy stomach. I spat on my fingers and worked the saliva into my ass and over his cock I just had to have him inside me one more time.

It wasn't to be though, Frank stopped me explaining that he'd left his wife some time ago and had met a young guy that he was now living with and that although he wanted to fuck me he just couldn't. I was pleased for him but bitterly disappointed. Rather than going for a drink Frank decided it would be better to drop me back at the supermarket, we said good-bye and I watched as he drove home.

The next two years were not good for Kim and myself, we drifted apart our sex life went from bad to worse. I became a irritable and bad tempered and craved the attention of a man, I started visiting public toilets again but the various authorities had started knocking them down and the opportunities to get some cock seemed to be disappearing. To make matters worse I got promotion to a desk job and wasn't able to visit my favorite haunts.

Kim changed her job as well and we saw less and less of each other as we both did more overtime. One evening when picking Kim up from work I noticed her talking to a tall black guy. I asked who he was and she said it was Vernon the electrician, I quizzed her about him and began to get very suspicious. She never mentioned Vernon again and I never saw him again at here workplace. It was Christmas Eve, as was usual Kim and her work collegues would go down the Greenman the local pub at lunchtime and I would pick her up about 6pm after leaving work.

I got to the pub late around 6: I asked the barman he said they were all there but had all got taxis home at 6pm. I went off home, we were due to go out for a meal with our friends at 8pm but at 9pm she had still not rang. I was really pissed off so when she rang at I drove over to the pub expecting her to be outside but there was no sign of her. I marched into the pub and there she was sitting with Vernon the black guy over in the alcove. I told her to get her fucking coat and get outside, I went back to the car to wait for her.

Then Vernon piped up, he told me to calm down and not show myself up. I was fucking mad I could have decked him, Kim got up to calm me down, but she was drunk as a skunk, I'd not seen her like that before and that made me even more angry. Kim said she only come if I dropped Vernon off on the way home.

I reluctantly agreed on the way out the landlord smirked at me making me feel really small and insignificant. I got in the car and to top it all Kim got in the back with Vernon, all the way home they were laughing and giggling. Kim could see I was staring at her in the rear view mirror but still she gave him a long lingering French kiss. The rest of the journey home was in silence, we got home and Kim just collapsed on the bed.

I tried to wake her but she was well asleep, I managed to get her coat, blouse and skirt off, it was then I noticed he knickers were drenched. I leaned forward and was met with an aroma I knew very well - spunk.

That fucking black bastard had fucked my wife, I stood there looking at her calling her all the slags and sluts under the sun. I leaned over her again and flicked my tongue over her wet knickers, Mmmm spunk and fanny juice. I kissed her thighs and imagined Vernon's black body lying between them, I took my hard cock out and began wanking as I slowly kissed her wet panties, I pulled them to one side her lips were puffy and a little red, I licked and sucked at them, I ran my fingers over her lips and clitoris, pushing my self between he legs I buried my head in her wet cunt licking and sucking the juices that were dripping from her hot cunt.

I felt a hand on the back of my head, forcing my head deeper into Kim's cunt, she began to moan, I ripped her panties off and fucked her like I'd never fucked her before.

I was so horny I shot my load in seconds. Kim sighed and asked if I'd cum, I said I had and rolled over to my side of the bed. Kim got up in a huff muttered something about nothing changing and went into the bathroom for a shower. The next morning things were tense between us but eventually we chatted and agreed to go our separate ways. That night I moved into the spare bedroom and over the next two weeks we arranged to put the house up for sale. We began to live separate lives while still living under the same roof, Kim starting seeing Vernon on a regular basis but always coming home to the house at the end of the evening sometimes as late as 4 am in the morning.

The one night Vernon had parked his car on our drive, I could hear the two of them messing about in the back. I crept downstairs and out of the back door and around the side. The back windows were steamed up slightly but I could see from the street light that Vernon was straddling Kim's face his big black cock in her mouth.

I was envious, not of Vernon but of Kim, I wished it were me lying there with a face full of black cock. Vernon slid down Kim's body, I could just make out her white legs wide open around his black body. Kim began to moan and scream so I loud I thought it might wake the neighbors as Vernon began to fuck her.

A car went passed and for a couple of seconds the headlights lit up my face, I could tell Kim had spotted me, she looked straight at me and smiled. I went back in the house more than a little embarrassed at being caught snooping.

The next evening Kim came into my bedroom told me straight that she'd seen me watching her and Vernon fucking and that from Friday evening onwards she would be bringing Vernon back to her bedroom and if I didn't like it I could move in with my Uncle and Auntie who had apparently told her I could bunk down in my cousin Martin's bedroom. Sure enough Friday evening about I pretended not to hear but she called me again.

I went down the hall to our bedroom and knocked on the door, Kim said to come in. I opened the door and went inside. Vernon was naked facing the door with Kim kneeling between his legs with her back towards me. His cock was flaccid but still big, his body glistening with sweat. Kim turned around told me to shut the door and come on over. I stood next to her, I could feel the heat from Vernon's body and smell his manly scent.

I asked her what she wanted, she told me to look at Vernon's cock, I looked, she told me to touch it and feel it, I did as I was told, I don't know who wanted it the most her or me. Kim told me to kneel down on the floor next to her, I did as I was told. Vernon's cock was just inches from our faces.

She turned to me looked me straight in the eye and asked me if I was a queer. Straight away I said no, Kim shouted "don't fucking lie to me anymore, your a fucking queer, a sissy".

I insisted that I was straight, Kim smiled, "tell me your a fucking queer and I let your suck Vernon's cock" There was no hiding the pleasure on my face at this suggestion and I looked up at Vernon for reassurance and he just smirked and nodded. Pulling back his foreskin she kissed and licked the head of his cock before rubbing it over her face. My mouth was open in anticipation waiting for my reward for admitting to my wife that I was indeed a queer, a sissy.

She let Vernon's cock slip from her mouth and offered it to me, I placed my hand on Vernon's thigh looked up at him for reassurance. He nodded once more and I took hold of his hot cock, but Kim suddenly lurched forward pushing me back onto the floor.

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Tim, his wife and her hung black boyfriend. Part 1 from 1 Author: Stuart Leaworthy The Adventures of Tim: It had been 6 months since I'd last seen Frank at the signal box, he'd sent me a birthday card on my 22nd birthday which made me feel a bit guilty about not going over to see him. I wanted to spread my wings a bit and meet other guys and hopefully get into a group thing, but it turned out to be harder than I thought.

In those days there wasn't the Internet and I suppose I was quite naive about how to meet men. I thought after passing my driving test and getting a company car it would give me more opportunity to meet guys. I soon got to know the location of all the public toilets on my patch and although I did give and receive some great blowjobs I craved the feel of a cock up my ass and this was never forthcoming. My parents had been pestering me about meeting a girl and settling down. A girl called Kim had moved in a few doors down from where I lived and she had expressed an interest in me.

I must admit I hadn't noticed her at all, any way she was having a 21st birthday party at the local hall and I was invited. I was not really looking forward to the party but that night I got all dogged up in my best gear and went along. Almost as soon as I went in my parents called me over to meet Kim and her parents. To my surprise I quite fancied Kim, she was very slim with small but pert breasts and nice legs.

Her hair was short but sort of wavy and she had a very pixie like face. We chatted for ages and got on really well we had a couple of dances including one slow dance where she held me really close. I put it to the back of my mind, as I didn't think it would ever be an issue.

We sat down at a table over in the corner and chatted some more we had a lot in common and seemed to share a lot of interests. A guy came passed and muttered something about Peter Pan, I asked Kim what he meant. She told me it was her brother and that he thought she looked like a guy with make-up on. Although I didn't say I must admit I agreed, her pixie like features did make her look a little androgynous and for the first time that evening a felt a definite stirring in my loins. That summer Kim and I spent a lot of time together and in the autumn of the same year we got engaged, we had slept together a few times and although I don't think I ever managed to fully maintain and erection she seemed very happy with me in the bedroom.

We got married the following spring and moved into a house not far from where Frank used to work at the station. It had been over 12 months since I was last with a man and although the cravings were still there I'd put them to the back of my mind. Then one day I bumped into Frank while shopping at the supermarket, as soon as I saw him my cock began throbbing in my jeans.

He looked really hot, his hair was now completely grey to match his moustache, he was wearing a tight t shirt he had obviously been working out as he had big pecks and massive nipples poking out through the thin material, his legs were toned and tanned and the disgustingly short, tight cut down jeans left nothing to the imagination.

We chatted for a while and eventually I convinced him to take me for a drink. We headed off in his car to a quiet pub he knew just outside town. We never got to the pub but ended up parked up down a country lane, where we were all over each other like before. My jeans and briefs were soon around my ankles my cock rock hard against my stomach. Frank's shorts were soon wet with my saliva as I licked and bit at his cock just like I used to do.

We kissed for ages his tongue deep in my mouth the feel of his stubble against my smooth face was incredible. His shorts were soon down around his ankles and I played and sucked on his huge cock, I kicked my jeans and briefs off and climbed over to his side of the car straddling his big fat lovely cock. I rubbed my ass over his cock, my own cock hard against his hairy stomach. I spat on my fingers and worked the saliva into my ass and over his cock I just had to have him inside me one more time.

It wasn't to be though, Frank stopped me explaining that he'd left his wife some time ago and had met a young guy that he was now living with and that although he wanted to fuck me he just couldn't.

I was pleased for him but bitterly disappointed. Rather than going for a drink Frank decided it would be better to drop me back at the supermarket, we said good-bye and I watched as he drove home. The next two years were not good for Kim and myself, we drifted apart our sex life went from bad to worse. I became a irritable and bad tempered and craved the attention of a man, I started visiting public toilets again but the various authorities had started knocking them down and the opportunities to get some cock seemed to be disappearing.

To make matters worse I got promotion to a desk job and wasn't able to visit my favorite haunts. Kim changed her job as well and we saw less and less of each other as we both did more overtime. One evening when picking Kim up from work I noticed her talking to a tall black guy.

I asked who he was and she said it was Vernon the electrician, I quizzed her about him and began to get very suspicious.

She never mentioned Vernon again and I never saw him again at here workplace. It was Christmas Eve, as was usual Kim and her work collegues would go down the Greenman the local pub at lunchtime and I would pick her up about 6pm after leaving work.

I got to the pub late around 6: I asked the barman he said they were all there but had all got taxis home at 6pm. I went off home, we were due to go out for a meal with our friends at 8pm but at 9pm she had still not rang. I was really pissed off so when she rang at I drove over to the pub expecting her to be outside but there was no sign of her. I marched into the pub and there she was sitting with Vernon the black guy over in the alcove. I told her to get her fucking coat and get outside, I went back to the car to wait for her.

Then Vernon piped up, he told me to calm down and not show myself up. I was fucking mad I could have decked him, Kim got up to calm me down, but she was drunk as a skunk, I'd not seen her like that before and that made me even more angry. Kim said she only come if I dropped Vernon off on the way home. I reluctantly agreed on the way out the landlord smirked at me making me feel really small and insignificant.

I got in the car and to top it all Kim got in the back with Vernon, all the way home they were laughing and giggling. Kim could see I was staring at her in the rear view mirror but still she gave him a long lingering French kiss. The rest of the journey home was in silence, we got home and Kim just collapsed on the bed. I tried to wake her but she was well asleep, I managed to get her coat, blouse and skirt off, it was then I noticed he knickers were drenched.

I leaned forward and was met with an aroma I knew very well - spunk. That fucking black bastard had fucked my wife, I stood there looking at her calling her all the slags and sluts under the sun. I leaned over her again and flicked my tongue over her wet knickers, Mmmm spunk and fanny juice.

I kissed her thighs and imagined Vernon's black body lying between them, I took my hard cock out and began wanking as I slowly kissed her wet panties, I pulled them to one side her lips were puffy and a little red, I licked and sucked at them, I ran my fingers over her lips and clitoris, pushing my self between he legs I buried my head in her wet cunt licking and sucking the juices that were dripping from her hot cunt. I felt a hand on the back of my head, forcing my head deeper into Kim's cunt, she began to moan, I ripped her panties off and fucked her like I'd never fucked her before.

I was so horny I shot my load in seconds. Kim sighed and asked if I'd cum, I said I had and rolled over to my side of the bed. Kim got up in a huff muttered something about nothing changing and went into the bathroom for a shower.

The next morning things were tense between us but eventually we chatted and agreed to go our separate ways. That night I moved into the spare bedroom and over the next two weeks we arranged to put the house up for sale. We began to live separate lives while still living under the same roof, Kim starting seeing Vernon on a regular basis but always coming home to the house at the end of the evening sometimes as late as 4 am in the morning.

The one night Vernon had parked his car on our drive, I could hear the two of them messing about in the back.

I crept downstairs and out of the back door and around the side. The back windows were steamed up slightly but I could see from the street light that Vernon was straddling Kim's face his big black cock in her mouth. I was envious, not of Vernon but of Kim, I wished it were me lying there with a face full of black cock.

Vernon slid down Kim's body, I could just make out her white legs wide open around his black body. Kim began to moan and scream so I loud I thought it might wake the neighbors as Vernon began to fuck her. A car went passed and for a couple of seconds the headlights lit up my face, I could tell Kim had spotted me, she looked straight at me and smiled.

I went back in the house more than a little embarrassed at being caught snooping. The next evening Kim came into my bedroom told me straight that she'd seen me watching her and Vernon fucking and that from Friday evening onwards she would be bringing Vernon back to her bedroom and if I didn't like it I could move in with my Uncle and Auntie who had apparently told her I could bunk down in my cousin Martin's bedroom. Sure enough Friday evening about I pretended not to hear but she called me again.

I went down the hall to our bedroom and knocked on the door, Kim said to come in. I opened the door and went inside. Vernon was naked facing the door with Kim kneeling between his legs with her back towards me. His cock was flaccid but still big, his body glistening with sweat. Kim turned around told me to shut the door and come on over. I stood next to her, I could feel the heat from Vernon's body and smell his manly scent. I asked her what she wanted, she told me to look at Vernon's cock, I looked, she told me to touch it and feel it, I did as I was told, I don't know who wanted it the most her or me.

Kim told me to kneel down on the floor next to her, I did as I was told. Vernon's cock was just inches from our faces. She turned to me looked me straight in the eye and asked me if I was a queer. Straight away I said no, Kim shouted "don't fucking lie to me anymore, your a fucking queer, a sissy". I insisted that I was straight, Kim smiled, "tell me your a fucking queer and I let your suck Vernon's cock" There was no hiding the pleasure on my face at this suggestion and I looked up at Vernon for reassurance and he just smirked and nodded.

Pulling back his foreskin she kissed and licked the head of his cock before rubbing it over her face. My mouth was open in anticipation waiting for my reward for admitting to my wife that I was indeed a queer, a sissy. She let Vernon's cock slip from her mouth and offered it to me, I placed my hand on Vernon's thigh looked up at him for reassurance. He nodded once more and I took hold of his hot cock, but Kim suddenly lurched forward pushing me back onto the floor.

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  1. It was Christmas Eve, as was usual Kim and her work collegues would go down the Greenman the local pub at lunchtime and I would pick her up about 6pm after leaving work. I soon got to know the location of all the public toilets on my patch and although I did give and receive some great blowjobs I craved the feel of a cock up my ass and this was never forthcoming.

  2. A guy came passed and muttered something about Peter Pan, I asked Kim what he meant. I became a irritable and bad tempered and craved the attention of a man, I started visiting public toilets again but the various authorities had started knocking them down and the opportunities to get some cock seemed to be disappearing. Kim could see I was staring at her in the rear view mirror but still she gave him a long lingering French kiss.

  3. Almost as soon as I went in my parents called me over to meet Kim and her parents. Then Vernon piped up, he told me to calm down and not show myself up. I was envious, not of Vernon but of Kim, I wished it were me lying there with a face full of black cock.

  4. Rather than going for a drink Frank decided it would be better to drop me back at the supermarket, we said good-bye and I watched as he drove home. Tim, his wife and her hung black boyfriend.

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