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"Sure darling," she said. "Listen, sweetheart, why don't you bring Leon home with you for dinner tonight?" she asked. John heard the playfulness in her voice, he knew it so well, and it hurt because he knew he was not its intended target.

She tightened her grip, moving still closer to him. Now he could feel the softness and warmth of her large breast through his thin T-shirt, along with another familiar sensation: the beginnings of an erection. "He sure looks like he could use a home cooked meal, honey, don't you think?" Before John could open his mouth to object, Leon pounced, saying he would love to join them for dinner. Marge smiled at Leon, gave her husband a kiss on the cheek and walked away.

"Man your woman is one fine looking piece of ass," Leon said later as the two stood outside taking a midafternoon smoke break. "I could fuck her all night long."

John gave Leon a hard look. "Back off, will you man, that's my wife you're talking about." His voice betrayed more anger than he intended.

Leon just laughed, dropped his cigarette and ground it out under his work boot. "See, that's the deal man. It's always someone else's wife I’m talking about." He looked directly at John. "I don’t mean no disrespect, buddy. It'll be OK."

At five o'clock quitting time John tried to slip away undetected, but when he reached his car he found a grinning Leon standing there with his arms folded, waiting for him. "Hey, man, I’ll just follow you home, OK?" John looked glumly at Leon and nodded his head.

Once in his car, he rested his head against the driver's window. There was a knot in his stomach and he was shaking. Feelings of anticipation and dread warred in his mind, threatening to overwhelm him. He closed his eyes and took half a dozen deep breaths, trying to steady himself.

As he drove home, his feelings began to change. The idea of Leon in his home, near his wife, was now causing John to feel extremely angry. Thoughts of Leon and Marge together was also having another, undeniable effect, however. It made his cock as hard as steel. He was angry with himself for getting so horny, but the image of his nice, faithful wife Marge sucking on Leon's swollen tool kept playing over and over in his mind, like an endless tape. The less he tried to think about it, the more the thought intruded. And, to his shame and confusion, the hornier he became.

Leon was so pumped up that he sprinted from his car and was waiting for John to open the door to his house and then almost pushed past him once he did. Both men went straight to the sitting room where Marge was waiting for them. To John's utter dismay he saw that she had changed clothes yet again. Now she was wearing a skimpy, black dress, another piece of clothing he had never seen before, either. He found himself wondering when she had bought it. And why. Certainly not for his benefit, he knew.

The dress looked so slutty, so totally out of character for Marge that he hardly recognized her. It was too small, too tight, and the neck line was so deep that she showed deep cleavage along with a lot of her white, fleshy breasts. It was so incredibly short John was sure that if she moved she'd have the bottoms of her big, flabby ass cheeks right out in the open. Could she possibly be any more blatant, he wondered in disgust.

Leon’s eyes where bugging out of his head and, once again, Marge was locked on him like John wasn’t even there. He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. "Drinks, boys? I've got cold beer." Before either man could reply, she turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Both men stood watching, gob smacked, as Marge waddled away, her huge ass swaying from side to side in the tight confines of the dress as she struggled to walk in her brand new high heels. John's stomach knotted when he saw a quick flash of white flesh, which meant she was wearing stockings. As if she knew they were watching, she reached behind her and tugged the tight dress down, trying to keep any more skin from showing.

"Holy shit man, does she always dress like that?" Leon asked. His voice was raspy sounding, just above a whisper. John's mind reeled. He felt like he was in a no win situation. If he said no, Leon would know she was dressing just for him. If he said yes, Leon would think his wife always looked like a total slut, no matter who or what the situation. Unable to think of a plausible response, he just grunted at Leon, telling him to sit down and be quiet. Then he went after his wife.

When he entered the kitchen, he found Marge bent over with her head in the refrigerator. Her big ass was sticking out, facing him. Her small dress had pulled up so high on her butt that he could see she wasn't wearing any panties. He could feel his anger building as he noticed the black stockings with the thick suspender straps going up to an unseen garter belt. Worse still, he could clearly the pink, meaty lips of her pussy peeking out where her thighs joined her oversized ass.

"What the hell are you playing at?" he asked in an angry whisper. He was mightily pissed off at her, but, despite it all, his cock stayed rigid and swollen in his jeans.

She turned to look at him, a bottle of beer in each hand. Her tight little dress was still hitched up just above the stocking tops, high enough that her pussy was almost visible from the front, too. "Keep your voice down John," she said calmly. " I thought you’d like to see me dressed like this." She gave him a hurt look. "What's the matter, honey," she pouted, "don’t you think I look even a little bit sexy? I bet Leon does."

John's head was so fucked up he had trouble thinking straight. Things were happening way too fast. This whole scene was on the edge of being out of control and he felt helpless to do anything about it. "What is it with all this? You....you look like a cheap whore," was all he could think to say.

She smiled back at him as if he hadn’t even spoken. She reached out her pudgy hand and stroked he cheek lightly. "I think Leon likes the dress, honey, didn't you see his eyes just light up?" Damn her, he thought, she could be sexy when she wanted to, especially if she had the right man to play to. He wanted to say something, anything, to protest the situation, but before he could think of anything, she handed him a cold beer, then brushed past him on her way back to the sitting room.

After waiting a moment to try to clear his head, John followed her. Leon was reclining in a large arm chair and Marge was standing looking down at him. They were both smiling and laughing, as if they were sharing some kind of private joke.

He noticed that Leon was making no effort at all to hide the desire he was feeling for her. He smiled knowingly, running his eyes slowly up and down her ripe body as he sipped his beer. Marge sat down on one arm of the large chair, twisting her legs in a way that caused her tight dress to ride up considerably, showing two inches of fat, creamy white flesh above her stocking tops. She made no move to correct it.

John took a long pull from his beer and flopped down into the other matching armchair. He glared at her, trying to catch her eye, but she never noticed. She was too absorbed, looking doe-eyed at Leon and laughing at something he was saying. As he glanced at his wife, John noticed that her heavy, pendulous breasts rested almost in her lap. As he looked more carefully, he could see the round, bumpy outline of her large nipples straining against the thin material of her black dress. Damn her, he thought, she hadn't even worn a bra!

She leaned back a little and crossed her legs, hitching the dress up a little higher, then uncrossed them a moment later, giving Leon a clear view of her creamy inner thighs and the hairy triangle between them. John, knew Leon had seen it too because he stopped talking in midsentence and just stared. Then, just as quickly as she had opened her legs, Marge closed them, acting like nothing had happened. She stood up, laughed at Leon and wobbled off to the kitchen, saying she had dinner to prepare.

John wanted to fall through the bottom of his chair and just keep going. Still, he couldn't get his mind off the little erotic tease that had just taken place in front of him. His cock had been hard for so long it was almost painful.

Once the two men were alone, Leon looked directly at John. "Dude," he said in a rather loud whisper, "in case you hadn't noticed, that lady needs cock and I mean she needs it bad." John could only stare back at him, unsure of how to respond. The whole situation had taken on a surreal quality, as if the two of them were sitting casually in a bar somewhere, talking about a strange woman neither of them knew.

Leon licked his lips as he quickly slid forward on the large chair. He had a strange look on his face, a look John found a little frightening. His eyes where glazed and had an aggressive, almost animalistic glint to them. At that moment John realized how little he really knew of this man who was now a guest in his house.

"Man, I know she’s your wife and all, but fuck man, she just flashed her cunt at me," Leon went on. John's heart began to race and sweat broke out on his forehead. Leon’s use of the word cunt and cock in reference to Marge had sent his mind reeling in way he couldn't describe. His cock felt ready to burst in his jeans.

"Hold on Leon, lets just take it easy here," he started, but voice sounded weak and wimpy. It carried no authority and he knew it. Worse, he knew Leon knew it. His eyes still looked strangely glazed over to John, to the extent he almost wondered if the black man were on some kind of drug.

By this time he was rambling, talking about Marge as if she weren't even there and largely ignoring his friend. Or, perhaps, he had begun to sense the effect his crude remarks were having on John. "Did you see the size of her fuckin' titties, man? Damn, they're huge, too, just like the rest of her. Fuckin' big and floppy. I'd love to get me a lip-lock on those big suckers. Damn, she looks fine."

At that moment, Marge walked back into the room. She smiled at the young black man. "Who looks fine?" she asked him coyly. There was a long moment of silence and a feeling of tension in the room as Leon ran his eyes up and down her lush body. Grinning up at her from his chair, he decided to dispense with the politeness. "Just those big titties of yours, baby. That's all." Then he laughed and his voice was slow and deep. "They're enough.....more than enough."

Marge’s mouth dropped open and for the first time she began to feel uneasy, to question everything she had done. She had only meant this as an innocent tease, something to help turn John on later. She had so enjoyed the sex with him lately, especially the feelings of closeness and tenderness that followed. Now as she feared things might be getting out of hand, she felt almost at a loss for words. What had she done? Finally, she caught her breath and stuttered, "Well, I... uh... I mean... that's... well... really... you... you think so?"

Leon looked over at John, staring directly into his eyes. When he spoke, his voice had changed. Now it was harsh and commanding. "John, buddy, why don’t you get up and go to the store? I think we could use some more beer." It was more an order than a request. John was dumbstruck, he couldn't believe what was happening, that this guy was real, but there was no denying the sharp edge in the words he was hearing.

John stood up then, took a breath of air and pushed out his chest. In a short span of time, his feelings about Leon had gone from curiosity to unease to outright fear. He only hoped it didn't show too much. The guy was for real and John understood clearly that this might be his last chance to derail this situation. And that he had better do it fast. "I think you should leave now Leon....please," he said, cringing when he heard his own voice. His words had a hollow, weak sound, a sound that betrayed his most basic fears. Fears that were growing worse by the minute.

They all remained silent, John and Marge afraid to say anything. Finally, Leon looked at John. "Look man, you can stay if you want, just don’t fuck with me. I’m warning you." He said the words calmly, but his inflection carried a hint of menace. There should be no doubt about who was in authority here. The two men stared at each other for several moments before John got out of his chair and took a step toward Leon. Sensing a showdown, Leon sprang from his chair, took several long strides and was quickly in John's face.

"I told you man, don't mess with me. I will fuck you up bad if needs be. You understand? Now, just sit down and shut the fuck up!" he snarled. John felt his stomach tighten. He had just lost his last chance showdown with Leon and he knew it. If he had any illusions that this evening was going to end peacefully, they had just been shattered.

Marge stepped between them, laughing. "Boys, calm down! It's OK. Lets have another drink," she said in a feeble attempt to keep the mood light. But her efforts were too late, Leon was way past calming down. With no warning, he grabbed Marge by her shoulders, spun her around and pulled her to him so that her back was to his chest. Grabbing the straps of her dress, he yanked hard, pulling the flimsy garment halfway down. Her bare breasts wobbled and swayed heavily as she stumbled and fell back against him.

John could only watch helplessly as Leon snaked his hand under Marge’s arm and grabbed her left breast in his hand. It was so large in size that its soft flesh easily overflowed even his large hand. She struggled and squirmed under his groping, but stayed where she was, staring at John. Leon squeezed her breast harder now, pinching, pulling and turning her large nipple and areola. All the while he leered at John, who could only stand and watch, frozen in place.

"John told you all about my big, black cock, didn’t he darlin'?" Leon breathed the words as he continued to fondle her breast.

"Yes," she replied, her voice so low it was barely audible. John felt his stomach turn over. He could hear the genuine fear in his wife's voice, but he felt powerless to do anything to help her. Behind her, he saw Leon fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, all the while he continued to manhandle Marge's breast.

"Well, I gotta treat for you, bitch. You're gonna see it now, up close. Get down on your knees, slut," Leon said, a hint of anger in his voice. In a blur of motion, he put one hand on each of her bare shoulders and pushed down hard, not stopping until Marge was on her knees. John noticed that Leon had somehow managed to get his jeans pulled down to mid thigh.

John could only stare in twisted fascination at the black man. Leon's cock looked even bigger now that it was semi-hard and gorged with blood. John had never seen anything like it and he knew Marge hadn't either. As she rotated on her knees, turning to face Leon, his huge cock almost slapped her in the face. He chuckled and looked down at her.

"Now suck it bitch" he said harshly. Wanting to do something, John started to step closer but Leon shot him a nasty glance that stopped him in his tracks. John felt sick as he watched his wife reach out and slowly wrap her white, pudgy hand around the base of his thick organ. Perhaps it was the contrast in color, but John thought it looked enormous in her small, round hand.

Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the huge cock just inches from her face. She looked up at Leon's smiling face for a moment, then back down at the monster dick she hefted in her hand. "Holy shit! My god! I... I can't believe... I've never seen anything like this!" She sputtered, causing Leon to laugh. It had the opposite effect on John; he cringed because he knew it was true. Marge had no frame of reference for this kind of situation; nothing in her limited experience could have prepared her for it.

John looked at Marge’s enormous ass cheeks as her stupid dress rode up around her waist and felt ashamed when he realized he was more aroused than ever. Wet, slurping sounds brought his attention back to Marge’s face. As he watched in disbelief, she moaned loudly, moving her head slowly as she licked and slobbered up and down the length of his long shaft. Then, moving her head lower, she carefully ran her soft, warm tongue all over his stuffed ball sack, gently laving at the egg sized testicles bulging inside it.

Leon reached down with both hands and grabbed Marge's hair, pulling her head back and up a bit. He looked directly into her face. "OK baby, it's show time... you ready to go?" Marge just looked back at him, nodding slightly, her fat face showing a double chin and a small, pouty mouth. She snaked out her tongue, pink, pointed and surprisingly long, and ran it over her thick lips several times, coating them heavily with saliva.

Leon let go of her hair and brought the head of his swollen dick in line with her mouth. "Open wide, bitch," he ordered, feeding the fat, almost purple knob of his cock head into her waiting mouth. "That's it," he coaxed her gently, "open that pretty little mouth for Leon open wide... wider... that's it, now you're gettin' it," Leon groaned as he watched her start to work her mouth down his shaft a little at a time, bobbing her head forward and back as she went. Eventually she managed to swallow four or five inches of his impossibly thick cock, stretching her poor mouth almost as wide as it would go as she forced it down.

He reached out and took her head in both of his large hands again, holding it steady as he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Totally unused to so large an object in her mouth and throat, she nonetheless did her best to please him, making noisy, slobbering, sounds as she bobbed her head up and down on his meat. It was all music to Leon's ears and he began to speed up his movements a bit. He groaned again, he did so love subjugating white bitches this way.

"Your slut wife looks damn fine with my cock in her mouth," Leon panted, his eyes half closed in ecstasy. "John, come over here so you can see this shit close up, man." Once John stepped close enough, Leon quickly reached out his large left hand, clamping it on John's shoulder and pushed down hard, sending him to his knees next to his wife on the carpet.

"Gettin' a good look there, buddy?" he asked. "After all, you were the one who really wanted to see this, weren't you?" Leon's whole demeanor seemed to be getting nastier. John looked up at the black man and nodded his head, his face suddenly flushing red with shame and embarrassment. There was no denying his arousal and he knew it; his cock was still thickly swollen in his jeans. He was loath to admit to it, but he knew Leon was right. What the hell was the matter with him? How could his bizarre desires have been so obvious, so quickly, to this man? A man who was a complete stranger to him less than a month ago.

Leon's voice interrupted his thoughts. "John, why don't you say how much you wanted this?" he asked. "After all, this is your fantasy comin' true. I think it's only fair," he added. John started to speak, but his mouth was dry and no words came. All he could do was look up at Leon, bewildered. "Don't look at me, my man, you need to explain all this twisted shit to your wife, here. You better think of somethin'."

He looked at Marge and was so disgusted with himself that, once again, he couldn't speak. Never in his life had he felt so humiliated and ashamed. He tried to organize his thoughts into something coherent, but all he could do was kneel there with his mouth hanging open. How could he begin to explain this to her? He didn't even understand it himself.

"What are you'all doin' down there, catching flies? Are you fuckin' mute, or what," Leon said impatiently. "Be a man...at least talk to your lady. I mean, she does deserve to know why she's here on her knees, sucking a stranger's big black dick. Listen, white boy, until you feel like talking, I'm just gonna fuck your wife's face a little deeper, maybe that'll help you get it all figured out." With that, he reached out his large left hand and slowly began exerting pressure, pulling Marge's head closer to his groin.

She began to react immediately to the increased fullness in her mouth, making awful, gagging, retching noises in her throat as the swollen head of Leon's penis worked its way further into her. He pulled out a bit, then pushed forward, impaling her again. By this time she had been forced to take so much of Leon's thick shaft that she was almost gagging. So tightly were her lips sealed that they formed a perfect little "O" around his thick cock shaft.

The skin around the corners of her mouth was pulled to taut that she feared it might crack and begin to bleed. Her nostrils flared wide, trying desperately to bring in whatever air they could. Tears streamed from her eyes now, trickling down her fat cheeks in crooked rivulets.

Seeing this happen to his wife, John was near panic. "I-I-I'm just so, so sorry about this Marge," he stammered, trying to begin an explanation. Still, he couldn't make any speech come. He felt like an idiot. "If I..." he tried to start again.

"Sorry, my ass!" Leon interrupted sharply. "Well, you're sorry all right, but you sure as hell ain't sympathetic, just plain damn sorry." With that he pushed a bit more of his cock into Marge's already overstuffed mouth. Animal-like noises issue from deep inside her and she came close to retching again. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and ran into her eyes, the salt burning them. Sensing real danger now, she frantically pressed her pudgy little hands against Leon's muscular thighs and pushed, trying to back away.

Feeling that John might need a little extra incentive, Leon reached down with his right hand and took the nipple of Marge's breast between his thumb and forefinger. He raised his hand slowly, lifting her ponderous breast away from her chest. He continued to increase the force, gradually pulling up and out until her entire melon sized breast was dangling by its own weight in mid air, held in place only by the painfully tight grip of Leon's fingers on its sensitive nipple.

Marge became frantic with the pain; her face turned red as more tears flowed from her eyes. She balled her hands into small fists and began swinging them in circles, desperate to fend off the terrible pain and the feeling that was going to suffocate.

Finally, seeing his poor wife abused this way became too much for John. "Leon... h-he's right honey, I did want this. I've been have fantasies about this for a long time now," John began. Once he got started, everything began to spill out of him. "I've been having fantasies, awful fantasies, perverted fantasies, for a long time now. I-I wanted to watch you with another guy. Especially a black guy who was really hung."

"I wanted to see you like this, on your knees with your mouth stuffed full of cock....and fucking and sucking the guy, watching him do things to you... to see you debased and degraded. And maybe to feel myself humiliated, I don't know. I was so ashamed I just couldn't tell you about it, at least the bad stuff, I knew it would hurt you too much and I-I didn't want that. And what would you think of me? Your husband John, the pervert."

He paused for a moment to collect himself. "But I just couldn't get these thoughts and feelings out of my mind, they were there every time I thought about you and they seemed to be getting stronger, more real. I couldn't seem to help myself, I was getting off on them," he went on. "I hoped that all of this could remain a fantasy, a dirty little secret in my mind that it would never go beyond that. That I could somehow keep you from knowing how... how sick I was." His emotions were so strong that tears ran down his face.

"Then, when Leon came to work for me and we saw that woman and he mentioned to me how much he like big women, everything suddenly changed. It was like he was able to read my thoughts, like he knew what I was feeling. Suddenly the possibilities of this became real to me... all too real. I began to fear something like this might happen. And fear that they might not happen. I felt torn and conflicted, I wanted it and I was afraid of it. That's when things started to get out of hand, I guess. I just lost control. I didn't mean for any of this happen, Marge. I didn't want to hurt you." John exhaled deeply and dropped his head, unable to look at his wife.

"Well, thank you my man," Leon said, sounding pleased. "Confession be good for the soul it seems. Now that we all know and understand why we're here, we can get this show on the road." With that, he let go of her breast. It fell back hard against her chest with the slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. Marge let out a strangled cry from deep in her throat as feeling rushed back into her abused nipple. Then, he released his hand from behind her head, letting Marge move backward far enough to unseat the huge cock that had almost choked her.

Marge inhaled large gulps of air, trying to get her breath back. She looked at John, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small grin. When John at last dared to look back at her he noticed a strange twinkle in her eyes; the grin playing on her lips broke into a smile, showing her perfect white teeth.