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By Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com)

This is the first story I wrote. I put it together to win a T-shirt from Penthouse Letters. Its kind of a reverse-image of their usual story: I didn't think it would be published. They put it on the cover! I didn't like the way they edited the story: they removed the edge, and mangled the one punch line. And I never got the frigging shirt!
You don't have to send me a shirt, but I would appreciate your advice and comments!

In the stories I've read, husbands are always willing and eager to share their wives with another man. The wives always still look like high school cheerleaders, and all will abandon their good sense, morals and inhibitions upon first sight of a big stiff cock, especially a black one. All black men have thick ten-inch cocks, which never lose their stiffness, even after multiple massive ejaculations. All real people are not like this. But some are.

My job requires that I live away from home and family. I never worried about my wife when we were apart. We thoroughly enjoy our catch-up time in bed whenever I can manage a weekend at home.
When my son asked if one of his buddies could stay with him, until the disruption caused by his parents' divorce settled down, I saw no problem. I even talked with Tony briefly several times when he answered our phone. He seemed like a nice enough kid.
I met Tony, or "Pony" as his friends call him, when I was able to arrange a long weekend at home last month. He, my son, and some other guys were shooting hoops in our driveway when I arrived. Tony turned out to be a tall, athletically built young black man. His size, strength and dark powerful presence was almost intimidating. I couldn't imagine him being too comfortable sleeping on our couch.
My wife, Joan, and I spent some time with friends out in the backyard. It's the time of year when nature seems all green and perfect, and all the trees and plants are exploding with blooms and blossoms. The house and yard were beautiful, and seemed well worth the mortgage payments I mail out each month.
Joan had started an exercise program and was pleased and proud of the results. She has always had nice legs and magnificent breasts, but has had to struggle with her weight. She was now trimmed and toned and looked better than I had ever seen her.
I was anticipating our reunion in bed, but when she left the bathroom wearing her thread-bare old "sleep only" T-shirt, I knew there was a problem. She explained that all the pollen had aggravated her sinuses and given her a miserable headache. She asked if I would just snuggle with her, and rub her neck and temples until she could fall asleep. Her aspirin kicked in and she slept. Eventually my erection subsided and I slept too.
I awoke in the middle of the night. A cold stab of irrational panic attacked me when I found her side of the bed empty. I thought of Tony on the couch and fear filled me. Bright moonlight from the windows revealed her T-shirt at the foot of the bed. Her lingerie drawer stood partly open.
I felt my way down the dark hallway to the kitchen. Tony and Joan stood together by the table in front of the patio doors. They were in a pool of moonlight, which streamed through the French doors. I watched, invisible in the dark hallway, as they shared a bowl of pudding and a single glass of milk. He wore an oversized pair of baggy sweatpants. She wore the Frederick's nightie I'd bought her last Christmas.
She had worn it for me only once or twice.
The underwire cups made her 42D breasts seem impossibly firm and full. Her nipples in the moonlight seemed incredibly large and erect behind the lace, the shadow of her cleavage impossibly dark and deep. Her thong panties were just visible below the short skirt. Her voice had the breathless husky tone I remembered from our college dates. I could smell her perfume and a hint of her vaginal juices. My heart felt like broken glass as my world crashed around me.
"Why do they call you Pony," she asked.
"It's just a nickname," he said. Something twitched far below the waistband of his sweats.
"But why Pony?" she breathed.
Something shifted the folds of cloth at his crotch again.
"I think you have an idea why," he said. His fingers toyed with the drawstrings of his sweats. "I'd have to show you," he said. He pulled the strings taut and the bows of the knot got a touch smaller. "Do you want to see?"
"Yes," she whispered, "Show me."
The knot came undone. His sweats fell to his knees. His cock was only half erect but was already ten inches long and almost three inches thick. It bounced with his heartbeat, stiffening and thickening as it jerkily rose from his crotch. It rose to the horizontal, projecting from his loins.
I could hear my wife's sharp intake of breath. "OH. MY GOD," she said, "Why don't they call you Horse." She crossed the space between them and knelt at his feet. She pulled the sweats down to the floor and he stepped out of them.
My wife knelt before this young stud and stared at his monster cock inches from her nose. She seemed fascinated by it and unable to move. Slowly one hand came up, and she ran her fingertips along one side of his massive cock, down and back. She put her thumb and fingertips together at the tip of his cockhead, she watched in fascination as the head wedged them apart as her fist slid down the shaft to his balls. She cupped and lifted those balls with her other hand, sizing and weighing them as if to gauge how much they contained.
A single shiny pearl of precum appeared at his slit. She extended her tongue full length and delicately lapped it up.
He and I both groaned. She grinned at that, and began licking the head, and then the bottom side of his shaft, from tip to balls. He leaned forward and she took his balls into her mouth. He moved her head back and to the center and slid the tip of his cock around her lips and face and up into her hair. She opened her mouth and took in just the head of his prick.
I could see her cheeks bulge as her tongue worked around the ridge where the head joins the shaft. She had room for both hands to grasp and stroke the rest of his horse size cock.
With a groan he began to thrust into her mouth. She controlled the depth of his penetration with her hands. She could take three, then four inches, then almost half his length before it hit the back of her throat and she gagged.
He stopped moving then, and let her work on him. She bobbed her head back and forth on him, twisting and stroking her hands on his shaft. She slid her mouth all the way off, licked his cockhead frantically, tried to pry more precum from his slit. She closed her lips at the tip of his cock, then forced them over the head and down as for as she could reach.
The muscles in Tony's thighs and buttocks clenched and corded. His face formed a grimace and he snarled. I was sure he was about to cum when my wife stopped. "I have an idea," she said, "Come with me."
She led him by the cock through the doors and out onto the patio. There is an upholstered lounge chair there. She adjusted the reclining back of the chair, then sat back upon it. She reclined with her neck at the top edge of chair with her head over the back. She wiggled and tried to adjust her position, moving Tony to stand at her head.
He took this opportunity to expose her breasts. Her nipples stood hard and erect between his fingers. Her skin seemed to glow like silver in the moonlight, and the contrast between his black skin and hers was incredible. Her nipples gleamed after he alternately attacked them with lips and tongue. She groaned as he pinched both nipples between his two thumbs and forefingers, and I think she came then for the first time.
She found the position she wanted and pulled him to her. She seemed to have been trying to lean her head back far enough to align her mouth and throat on the level of his cock. She put a hand on his butt, and the other at the base of his cock to control his movement. She pulled him forward or moved him back. She took his cock in deeper and deeper, then pushed him back to rest or breathe or to lick some more. She took him deeper, until her lips met his hair and his full length was in her throat. She took her hands away then, letting him move freely, using her mouth as he wished.
Tony began to make full-length strokes into her mouth. He would pull out until her lips closed around the tip of his cock then thrust forward till her throat bulged and his balls met her forehead. His hands pulled on her breasts as he thrust into her, pushed away as he slid out. He stayed deeper and moved faster until it seemed impossible for him to delay his orgasm any longer.
At this point Joan stopped him again. She pushed him back, moving his cock just outside her mouth. She opened her mouth wide as a target, and began a two handed milking motion toward it. After a few strokes Tony exploded. His first spurt went long, striking her breasts. The second hit her hair. The next were on target, several falling in her open mouth before she pulled him back in to suck and swallow the rest of his massive load. She came again with him. She again took him all in, cleaning the full length of his cock. When it left her mouth it was erect again.
Her hand never left his cock as he moved to kneel on the lounge beside her. Her panties were torn away, and he used both hands to open the lips of her pussy. He licked and sucked all around the area between her legs. Joan placed her feet flat on the cushion and thrust herself violently upward whenever he touched her clitoris, or slipped his tongue into her. She screamed as she came, with her body thrust as far forward and as high as it was possible for her to rise.
Tony had to remove her hand from his cock before he could rise to walk around to climb between her legs. She rose on her elbows and watched as that immense cock approached her tight little pussy. She sucked her breath in between her teeth when the tip brushed her clit while searching for the cleft. She winced as the tapered head wedged her lips apart and began to stretch her tight opening. She thrust her hips strongly upward, screamed and orgasmed as she took in his massive cockhead.
Tony paused there allowing her to attempt to adjust to his size. He began a circular stirring motion that seemed designed to open her further for him. He placed her hand back on his cock and told her, "Control the depth of penetration. Take all you can handle, but don't let me hurt you". He began to thrust slowly into her. Her hand gradually moved up the shaft as she could accept deeper penetration.
As he approached full depth, he had less control of his movement. He thrust into her faster and harder as his breath came in ragged gasps. When his balls slapped her ass he lost it, exploding into her as he cried out in ecstasy. The flood of his sperm triggered her climax, and she joined him in orgasm.
Afterward they sat side by side on the lounge, regaining their breath. His cock was still partially erect and her hand never left it. She absently stroked it up and down. They kissed and caressed, but it seemed to me awkward and uncomfortable.
They were again a "high school kid" and his "friend's mom". They seemed to have no common ground for conversation. I began to hope that this might be their only time together. This might be a freak event never to be repeated, a one time desire that had been forever satisfied. I began to plan how I could overcome this, and put our life back together.
"You love to play this game of Virgin Wife, don't you," He asked.
"Yes," she replied, "I love to have you seduce me over and over. I love you, I love your big cock, I love the things your friends do to me and the things they make me do to them," she said.
"If you'll run and get the lube," he said, "I'll make you take this big cock up your ass."
My hopes and dreams crashed around me as she rose to her feet and headed into the house. My feet would not move as she dashed down the hall toward where I stood crying in the darkness. She crashed into me at full speed, knocking both of us back.
She stared at me, and I stared at the moon lit sperm shining on her hair and breasts, at their cum running down her thigh. I couldn't think of a word to say to her.
I still can't...