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Shy Reluctant Wife Goes Black.

 
 

By *frank OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Just a wee note, this is not my story and many of you might have read it before. I just enjoyed it and thought I would share it with the board.

Xavier watched Ameena flee when she saw him. He

cursed under his breath. He was never going to fuck her if she

kept avoiding him. She'd been wearing a small bikini giving him a

quick glance at an incredible body. When his prey was out of

sight, Xavier finally noticed her husband had been standing

nearby. "Your wife have a problem with black men?"

Norman Howard was leaning over an expensive looking digital

camera on a tripod. He'd been trying to photograph his wife and

looked upset that he'd been interrupted. "No, my wife has nothing

against blacks. She's a minority too after all."

"Oh yeah, what minority?"

"She's Arabic. Her family were Lebanese Christians and fled the

Middle East to escape persecution. She's an all-American girl,

but she still has a hesitation when it comes to showing off her

body to anyone, but me. Not that I mind having that body all to

myself. You're not exactly the standard black minority either

with that accent. What are you, Australian?

"New Zealand. I'm half South African, half Maori."

"Interesting background. Well, I'll leave you alone to finish the

lawn." Norman lifted up the tripod and carried it inside.

Xavier retrieved his hedge clippers and had almost started on the

bushes when he heard voices. The voices were coming from an open

basement window. Norman was pleading with Ameena to do something

for him. Xavier kneeled down in the grass and peered through the

crack in the window.

Ameena was magnificent. Her ass was small and tight. Her waist

and hips were very thin, but her breasts were huge. They were so

big, they'd probably sag a little if her skimpy bikini wasn't

keeping them firm and she was only in her early twenties. Her

belly button was pierced by a diamond pin. Xavier loved pierced

belly buttons, but thought the practice was idiotic on other

parts of the body. She also had a small gem stone in her nose,

which normally he would of hated, but on her it enhanced her

beauty. Her skin and features were Semitic, not too dark, not too

light. Long, kinky, dark hair fell down her back. She'd make a

great porn star for E&I Enterprises. Her ethnicity would be

perfect for playing harem girls, belly dancers, or maybe a genie

and she certainly had the body of a porn star. Or maybe, she'd

become a stripper at the zebra club. Anyway, Xavier planned to be

the one to give her a new lifestyle.

"I don't think so," said Ameena, posing as Norman took her

picture.

"Honey, the tourists are gone. I want to take some shots of you

in your bikini on the beach in a natural setting. Listen, we can

go to the state park next Wednesday, it shouldn't be crowded."

"Ok, but if there's anyone around, I'm not going to do it. Now

come fuck me. I'm all hot and wet for you."

"I don't know what's gotten into you this summer, but I love it."

Xavier watched Ameena remove her top while Norman stripped down.

Soon the couple were fucking on a couch. Norman obviously wasn't

drinking the Xcite laced water around town, but Ameena sure was.

Xavier climbed to his feet and got back to work. He knew where he

was going next Wednesday.

****************

Norman bent down close to the LCD display on his camera. It was a

bright sunny day and the glare made it hard for him to see. The

image of Ameena shown on the display was gorgeous. If his wife

had training with her facial expressions, she'd easily have been

a professional swimsuit model. Ameena was leaning against a

piling, her face turned up to the sun. He pressed down on the

shudder to focus, then harder to take the picture.

Norman lifted, then moved his tripod to capture his wife from a

different angle. He'd just aimed the camera at his wife when he

saw the black man. The man was walking down the beach in shorts

and a white tee-shirt. He was out of focus, but clearly in the

picture. Dammit! That man was going to ruin everything. It had

taken Norman years to get Ameena to go this far. The man was very

muscular and reminded Norman of his gardener and some of the

other black men he'd seen around Stony Harbor this year.

"Excuse me, buddy," called Norman, but you're ruining my picture.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Ameena, noticing the black man. Her arms

unconsciously covered her breasts.

Xavier looked from Norman to Ameena. He'd spoken to Norman just

last week, but the dumbass didn't seem to recognize him. Typical

of snobby white people not to recognize someone black that worked

for them. Xavier decided to give them what they expected. "Is dat

one of dem digital cameras?" he said in a fake American accent

and mimicking Mustafa's street lingo.

"Sure is," replied Norman always eager to show off one of his

fancy toys. "Come take a look at it." The giant black man looked

vaguely familiar to Norman. He walked over to the camera and bent

down to look at it. "See, you can see the pictures I've taken in

this display. This button cycles through them."

"Wow! What da fuck will they think of next," said Xavier shaking

his head. Of course, he already owned a digital camera. Many

enhanced kept them handy for quick blackmail material or for

posting on amateur interracial forums. "Yo wife sho is hot,

Mister."

"Thank you."

"Norman?" said Ameena, pleading with her husband with her eyes

and a fake grin. She continued to keep her arms folded over her

heavy breasts.

"Hey, Mister, you wants me to take some pics of you with your

wife?"

"Umm." Norman looked at his wife. He envisioned himself standing

beside his hot wife with a "look what I got" expression and the

picture sitting on his desk for all his coworkers to see. He

might even "accidentally" leave some laying around when his

buddies dropped by the house. "Sure, a few pictures would be

nice. Just frame the image within the display there. Push this

button part way down to lock in the focus and then press it all

the way to take the picture."

"I gots it."

Norman trotted through the sand over to his wife who looked quite

pissed. "What are you doing? I don't like him staring at me. Get

rid of him."

"Relax, honey. Just let him take some pictures of us." Norman

reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head. The black

man must have been hot too, because he was also removing his

shirt. Norman wasn't cut, but he was reasonably fit. The black

guy on the other hand, had the most perfect musculature Norman

had ever seen. Norman leaned into his wife and she finally

lowered her arms as they hugged and looked at the camera.

Xavier leaned down to observe the couple in the viewfinder, then

took some pictures. Norman posed his wife in some more frames and

Xavier noticed her smile was clearly forced. She wasn't pleased

with the situation. Norman finally got her to stand before him.

He rested his head on her shoulder and put his hands on her

waist. This pose showed off her body to it's fullest extent.

"Take several in this pose," he yelled.

"Gots it," said Xavier.

"Thanks buddy," said Norman, running up to the black man. "I sure

appreciate it."

"S'cool. I'm not the best photo guy in the world." Xavier placed

his hands behind his head and flexed his muscles as he pretended

to stretch. "No, you look more like a bodybuilder." Norman

checked the pictures and was quite pleased. Then Norman turned to

regard the black man's physique. "You know, buddy. You got an

excellent physique. Could I take some shots of you?"

"Me? Sure, I guess so"

"Cool. Go stand over there by that piling. Hey, pretend you're

trying to push it over. Flex all your muscles."

"Norman, what are you doing?" Ameena had her arms crossed over

her breasts and she was tapping her foot in the sand rather

petulantly.

"Just let me get some shots of this guy. I've never met a man as

well-developed. He's the perfect subject." Norman yelled for

Xavier to try some different poses and snapped a few more

pictures.

"I thought I was the perfect subject," huffed Ameena. She liked

being the center of attention.

"Of course, you are honey. You're the perfect female subject and

I'll never pick some black guy over you, but he's here now and

we'll never see him again."

"I don't know. He kind of looks familiar."

"Just a couple more pictures." Norman turned and looked at the

LCD display. The black man had just removed his shorts. He was

wearing white briefs that really stood out against his black

skin. Norman shielded the display from the sun with his palm.

Something was wrong with the black man's crotch. He zoomed in on

it. "My God!"

"Norman, what's wrong?" asked Ameena, watching her husband. He

had just pulled back his head in apparent shock, before bending

back down to look into the display again.

"Ah, nothing honey," said Norman, staring at the zoomed in bulge.

The black man's penis was a monstrosity. It appeared to have just

been shoved into the man's briefs. The material of his underwear

looked overmatched for such a bundle and Norman feared the man's

massive penis might rip free at any moment. Norman suddenly found

himself wishing the man would go away. "Alright, I got some

shots," yelled Norman. "Thanks."

"Can I check them out?" The black man jogged towards them and

Ameena saw his crotch. She gasped and stared right a it as he

approached them.

"Sure," said Norman, cycling through the pictures as Xavier bent

down to look at the display. "Ameena, honey, why don't you head

back over to piling and we'll start up again just as soon as our

friend leaves."

Ameena nodded, seeming eager to get away from the black man.

"Dem pictures of yours sho is good. How about taking a few of me

and your wife? The contrast sho would look good."

"Hmm, I could even take some black and white pics. That would be

artsy. Hell, what am I thinking, she'll never go for it?"

"Just take the fucking pictures," growled Xavier. Norman suddenly

felt sweat break out on his forehead and the color drained from

his face. The giant black man turned and jogged towards Ameena

standing by the jetty pylons.

Ameena stood up straight when she saw the black man approaching.

Her arms came up to cover her chest again. "Honey?" she yelled,

looking at her husband behind the black man.

"Our friend wants me to get some shots of the two of you

together." Norman was still recovering from a wave of fear that

engulfed him when the black man growled at him. He’d never felt

anything quite like it and his hands were shaking.

"I don't know about this," called Ameena.

"Just a few shots, then we'll leave," said Norman. "J-just stand

in front of..."

"Xavier," yelled the black man before walking behind Ameena.

Norman zoomed in on the couple. He noticed his wife seemed to be

pleading with him. Xavier, on the other hand was staring down

Ameena's back. ogling her ass. Ameena had a very high, tight ass.

Norman didn't blame the black man for admiring it. "Run through

some poses, flex your muscles, put your hands on your hips, that

kind of thing." Xavier posed while Ameena faked a smile and just

stood with her arms folded across her chest. "Honey, put your

arms down." Reluctantly, she relaxed a little and dropped her

arms.

Norman snapped some pictures and was actually pretty pleased with

them. The contrasts between their skins worked well together and

both were near physical perfection. Then suddenly, with dread,

Norman observed Xavier reach out to touch Ameena. The black man's

hands thrust out to rest on the flare of her hips covering her

waist. Ameena jumped. Xavier squatted leaning in close and

smiling at the camera. Norman took a picture, then checked it.

The pose was great, but Ameena's eyes were wide open as if in

shock. Even now her eyes were still wide with disbelief. Xavier

was pressed very close against her. Ameena's expression quickly

turned worried as she was lifted into the air. Xavier gently

brought her down on his shoulder and balanced her for the camera.

Norman took the picture. It was a good pose. "Ameena, smile and

look like you're laughing." His wife listened to him and Norman

took what looked like a magazine quality photograph. He was

pleased till he noticed the lump in Xavier's briefs. He zoomed

the camera in for a closer look. 'My god, that things a monster,'

he thought. The black man's penis had to be bigger then a foot

long. His underwear bulged out as far a Norman's would have with

a full erection and Xavier's was still soft. Norman zoomed the

camera back out as Xavier lifted Ameena back up. This time, he

laid Ameena perpendicular to his body over his head, like he was

lifting weights. It was a great pose and Norman quickly took some

pictures. Ameena looked flustered, but relaxed and actually

smiled as Xavier lifted her up and down at one point forming a

cross with her across his chest.

Norman watched the image on his camera as Xavier lowered Ameena

to the ground. Xavier removed his hands from her waist only to

put them on her shoulders. He must have been applying pressure

because Ameena slowly fell to her knees. She was now eye level

with Xavier's massive crotch and she was openly staring right at

it. "Ameena," yelled Norman. "Face me, arch your back and put

your hands in your hair." Norman was relieved when she finally

took her eyes off Xavier's bulge. However, the black man moved

behind Ameena and began posing again. His crotch was positioned

so that it appeared beside Ameena's head in every frame. Norman

finally had enough of staring at a penis much bigger then his own

and shouted, "That's enough. I'm done here Xavier. Thanks for the

shots, but I'd like to just take some of my wife now."

"I gots a lot mo ideas," yelled Xavier, still faking American

ghetto slang.

"No thanks, I don't have much memory left on my card," lied

Norman. He'd invested in the most powerful SD card and it would

hold over 500 pictures. So far, he'd only shot 50. Norman lifted

his tripod and brought it in closer to his wife.

Xavier stepped out of the frame, but stood nearby with his arms

crossed before his massive muscular chest. "Would she ever

consider posing topless?" he asked loud enough for both to hear.

Ameena's eyes went wide and she shook her head. Norman said, "No,

she won't do nudes, even in our own home."

"How about suggestive nudes?” asked Xavier.

"No way," said Ameena.

"What do you mean?” asked Norman, looking interested.

"Like a wet tee shirt. That way you're clothed, but the tee shirt

would cling to your figure."

Norman‘s brows furrowed. "I don't think..."

"No," interrupted Ameena. "I'd consider that, since I wouldn't

actually be naked."

"Really?" asked Norman, a little too excited. "But we don't have

a tee shirt."

"Use mine," said Xavier walking over to where he had thrown his

shirt on the sand. Xavier waded out into the water and pushed his

shirt under until it was soaked. He then carried it up the beach

to where Ameena was still kneeling in the sand. Ameena took the

black man's shirt from him and pulled it over her head, shivering

a little as the wet material touched her skin. On Ameena, the tee

shirt was the size of a dress, nearly reaching her knees. "Now

take your top off," ordered Xavier.

Norman was quite surprised as he watched his wife remove her top.

She didn't even shyly turn her back to them, she looked right up

at Xavier as she reached up under the shirt and untied her bikini

top. She pulled her top out and handed it to Xavier, continuing

to stare up at the large black man. Not wanting to lose the

opportunity, Norman shouted, "Honey, turn to face me. Xavier, get

out of the frame." The shirt was too bulky on Ameena, but still

the material clung to certain parts of Ameena's body that made

Norman's penis hard as he took his wife's picture.

"Hold on Norman, the shirt needs adjusting," said Xavier. The

black man stepped back into the frame. He kneeled, grabbed the

hem of the tee shirt and pulled it tightly down. Big black hands

then patted the shirt down all over Ameena's body, even her

breasts.

Norman was briefly distracted by the bulge in Xavier's briefs. It

looked like the black man's dick was struggling to get into the

same excited state, his own was. The briefs looked as though they

might burst at any moment. Then Norman turned his attention on

Ameena and started pressing the shutter button as quickly as his

camera would take pictures. Ameena was looking down her body in

shock and her arms were rising to cover her breasts. She was

obviously showing more skin then she had intended. The shirt

tightly hugged her entire body and was completely see-thru. The

dark outline of her bikini bottom was visible as well as her dark

nipples which Norman's camera easily detected as being extremely

hard. "Come on honey you were doing great," said Norman.

"Yeah, dey was some of da sexiest pictures I ever seen," said

Xavier. "You shouldn't cover a body like yours."

Norman was surprised, but delighted when Ameena seemed to listen

to the black man. She closed her eyes and forced her arms down to

her sides showing off her breasts. When she reopened her eyes she

smiled at the camera and started posing. Norman had never seen

his wife look sexier. "Would you take off the bottoms?" he asked

after taking a few pictures.

Ameena looked up at Xavier then back at her husband. "No, I

couldn't do that," she replied.

"I'd like some of the shirt clinging to your ass cheeks."

"I gots me an idea," said Xavier. "Turn yo backside to the camera

woman," he said, walking over to Ameena. The black man reached

down and pulled up the tee shirt until Ameena's ass was exposed.

She had a tight, small ass, perfectly formed and it was one of

her best features. She squealed as Xavier grabbed the material

and yanked it up. Her bikini bottoms slid up between her ass

cheeks, nearly disappearing.

Norman took a quick shot of Ameena's bare ass with Xavier's hand

giving her a wedgie before Xavier pulled the tee shirt back down.

His big black hands cupped both her ass cheeks until the shirt

clung to them as much as it clung to the rest of her body. Norman

snapped some more fantastic shots when Xavier stepped out of the

picture.

"Good," said Xavier, "now lets try some with the shirt off."

"No way," said Ameena. She looked around the empty beach as if

worried someone might see her. Norman noticed she didn't seem to

be bothered by the black man's presence anymore.

"I gots me an idea." Xavier walked behind Ameena and rapidly

began tugging her shirt up. Ameena brought her arms across her

breasts to stop him from stripping her. "Relax babe, I'm just

gonna tie your shirt up." Ameena removed her arms and looked into

Xavier's eyes as he tied her shirt in a knot over her belly. His

hands briefly moved between her breasts as he grabbed the shirt

end.

Norman gulped with awe. His sexy, but publicly shy wife was

standing on the beach with just a wisp of fabric covering her

pubic region, her ass exposed, her curvy olive colored belly with

it's pierced navel on display, and the bottoms of her breasts

hanging out of a tight wet tee shirt that revealed her hard

swollen nipples. Norman's hands were shaking as he took pictures

of his hot Arab-American wife. Standing on the sand, she looked

the prize of some desert sheikh, a harem girl stripped down for

her master. The only problem was the giant black man kept getting

into the picture.

"How about you take that top off now?" asked Xavier. "Let your

husband get some nudes."

Ameena was kneeling, legs parted, arms behind her back, holding

her hair up. She turned to look up at Xavier. There was a long

pause and Norman almost thought she might do it. "No, I'm not

ready yet." Her eyes traveled down Xavier's body and locked on to

his crotch. Norman didn't blame her. He could easily imagine the

monster those briefs contained ripping through the material at

any moment. He zoomed in on the man's crotch and took a quick

picture. Kneeling, Ameena couldn't see it, but Xavier's briefs

were so stretched, it was as if he'd gained six inches on his

waist. The camera easily made out the man's pubic hair through

the opening. Norman zoomed back out until Ameena's face was

visible again.

Several things suddenly happened almost simultaneously. Xavier's

thumbs hooked into his briefs as he said, "Well I'll pose nude,

if you won't." The thumbs pulled downwards. In shock, Norman's

hands pressed on the shutter locking the focus. Ameena's mouth

fell open as the massive black cock burst out from it's

confinement. Norman took the picture just as the cock pressed

against Ameena's lips.

"Jesus!" muttered Norman, more in awe of the sight of Xavier's

cock then appalled by the fact Xavier was brushing the tip of his

dick across Ameena's lips. The huge dark brown cock was more then

twice the size of Norman's 6" penis and more then twice as thick.

Norman figured it must be around 14" long. Norman's whole body

seemed frozen in shock except for his index finger which kept

tapping the shutter button taking pictures.

Norman finally realized that it was his wife's mouth, Xavier was

poking his cock against. Norman could even see the black man's

precum coating her lips. "Ameena!" he said, to get her attention.

She jumped as if startled, like she'd forgotten he was even

there. Ameena pulled back, but Xavier's beefy hand wrapped around

the back of her head and pulled forwards. Ameena didn't resist at

first. Her lips parted and nearly the entire plum-sized head of

Xavier's cock pushed into her mouth. Ameena pulled back and

Xavier let her go. When his cock head reappeared it was shiny and

glistening as if she had licked it.

"I think we've had enough for the day," said Norman. He was

sweating though the day was chilly.

"No, lets get some more pictures," said Xavier. "We'll stay

tasteful. Just some R rated contrasts. Ameena, put your hand on

my cock."

"How is that tasteful?" asked Norman, watching his wife reach up

to grab the black man's cock.

"Just some size comparisons. Now start taking some pictures.

Ameena, you know what I mean by size comparisons, don't you?"

Xavier smirked as Ameena nodded and quickly glanced at Norman's

crotch.

Norman snapped pictures and something strange began happening. He

got an erection. It was impossible not to find the scene before

him overly erotic. The black man's cock was so perfectly superior

to any penis Norman had ever seen and it suited Ameena's perfect

body well. Ameena appeared completely entranced by it. Her small

hand was gripping the base, the fingers not touching. Soon her

hand moved up to squeeze the huge knobby head. Her hand slid back

down to the base, then back up. His wife was actually stroking

the black man's cock!

"Whoa there, I think that's enough." Norman didn't like the way

the black man glared at him.

"Get some shots of this," said Xavier.

Norman took more pictures as Xavier moved to superimpose his cock

across Ameena's face. His fourteen inch cock was longer then her

face was wide and he held his cock right under her nose. She

seemed to be smelling it.

"Norm, gets your ass over here. I gots some more ideas. Stand

behind me and take some looking down my chest."

Norman walked over towards Xavier as the black man positioned

himself in front of Ameena. Xavier's giant black hand rested on

her forehead, pushing her head back and up. His cock was now

superimposed over Ameena's face, vertically, splitting her face

in two. Conscious of his erection, Norman stood behind Xavier and

reached around the giant man to take a picture of Ameena looking

up at Xavier's face. She still seemed to be smelling it and

liking what she smelled.

Ameena was right. It did smell and standing so close to Xavier,

Norman could smell it too. The odor was pure masculine sexuality.

He liked it too, but his penis suddenly went from being as hard

as it had ever been to completely limp. Worse, Norman's penis

started to shrink like he had just jumped in freezing water. Even

his balls began to contract. Norman stepped away from the black

man and he felt like a complete wimp.

"Lets step these pics up a notch," said Xavier. "We'll take some

suggestive shots. Why don't you take your top off?""

"I can't."

Norman felt a surge of pride in his wife for resisting the

persuasive man. The look on her face suggested she was struggling

with the idea, however.

Norman had a folded up blanket near his tripod and Xavier walked

over to get it. The black man's huge banana cock bobbed before

him as he opened the blanket up and spread it on the sand. "Come

get down on all fours on the blanket," said Xavier to Ameena. "We

can still get some good pictures for your collection." He

positioned himself on his knees behind Ameena. "Norm, get some

close-ups of her face and back."

Norman moved in front of Ameena. Xavier rose up a little and

rested his cock against her ass cheeks, the head rising well up

past the small of her back. "Zoom in on my cock to remind you of

what a real man's prick looks like," said Xavier. "Now I'm going

to push it down like we're fucking. Ameena, look like I've just

buried this big boy in your twat."

"Ooh," moaned Ameena softly as Xavier slid the long length of his

cock down her ass cheeks. "OH!" she moaned louder. "What are you

doing?"

Norman jumped up and looked at Xavier. The black man had pushed

his cock head against Ameena's slit. Just a thin strip of bikini

protected her pussy from getting penetrated by that monster.

Xavier pushed hard and nearly half an inch of his fat cock head

pushed the material into Ameena's pussy. Norman moved around to

get a picture and noticed how wet the material of her bikini was.

Worse, it's color was darkening as more and more lubrication

began soaking it. The black man's precum was also leaving it's

mark on this side of her bikini. The sticky stuff was pouring out

of the black man's pee-slit in copious amounts and Norman could

see trails of it on Ameena's thighs. "Let's try a different

position," said Norman after Ameena let out a loud frustrated

moan of yearning."

"Turn over." Xavier leaned back so that Ameena could roll over on

her back. The shirt had ridden up high and it still clung to her

bare breasts. She looked incredibly sexy in that pose. Xavier

moved up between her legs and pushed his cock down against the

entrance to her pussy again. Norman noticed the black man rub and

press his cock head along her slit. Ameena squirmed as he did it.

Xavier then raised his cock up and inched his way forward,

pressing his cock down on her crotch. The shaft covered her pubic

hair, the slight swell under her navel, and pushed just past her

belly button. "Big ain't it?" Both Ameena and Norman nodded in

agreement.

Xavier backed up and Norman hoped the black man was done.

Instead, Xavier rose up and straddled her crotch, sitting down on

Ameena's belly. He pressed his cock down between Ameena's breasts

and pounded her chin with the head of his cock. "Stick your

tongue out and pretend to lick it," he ordered.

Ameena arched her neck and did as she was told. There was little

pretending though, Xavier often directed his cock to slide

against her tongue and it left more precum behind on her lips.

Several times Norman noticed her tongue moved to follow his cock.

Norman had seen enough when Xavier pushed his cock down between

Ameena's breasts. His big black hands grabbed the sides of her

breasts, pushing them up and together until they held his cock

between them. The wet shirt still clung to her nipples and Norman

could see how excited they were, until the black man's thumbs

reached up to touch them. The index fingers soon joined the

thumbs, his digits twirling Ameena's nipples between them. Ameena

was moaning and trying to thrust her hips up, but Xavier's weight

held her down.

Norman took a few steps closer to put an end to this, but as he

got within a foot of Xavier, his legs suddenly felt weak. He

couldn't move them. Even his hands were shaky and sweat was

pouring down his forehead. Norman was ashamed by his behaviour.

He opened his mouth to demand Xavier to stop, but the words

choked in his throat. Xavier was slowly working his hands under

Ameena's shirt and soon became the second man to ever touch

Norman's wife's bare breasts. Xavier then pulled back and pushed

his cock too under her shirt. The head thrust out through the

blouse to poke Ameena in the chin which she was holding down on

her chest still trying to lick his cock. As Norman fought to stop

this, Xavier raised his hands up by the wrists and Ameena's shirt

slipped up his hands until her breasts were freed.

"Look mate, get some fucking pictures will ya?"

Norman snapped out of it and took a step back not even noticing

Xavier had slipped into his accent. The black man glared at him

until Norman brought the camera up and started snapping pictures.

The black man pulled his cock back until it freed itself of her

bunched up blouse. When he thrust it back, it reared up and found

Ameena's mouth. The black man was now titty fucking Norman's wife

and she was willingly catching the head of his cock in her mouth.

Norman obediently continued taking pictures.

The focus on Norman's camera was having trouble locking. He

looked up from the display and saw that Xavier was now bucking

his hips so fast, his thrusting cock was a blur. Ameena's breasts

were smashed together around his cock and the black man's fingers

were tugging and twirling her nipples. "Get ready for the money

shot," growled the black man.

"Better close your mouth, honey," said Norman. Ameena looked over

at him, her expression confused. It was almost like she didn't

recognize her own husband. She was also looking at him like he

was crazy. "Ameena, he's about to cum." She always refused not

only to swallow, but to even let Norman cum in her mouth.

"You don't want to close your mouth, do you?" asked Xavier.

Ameena's eyes quickly returned to looking up Xavier's muscular

body glistening with sweat. Her answer was to open her mouth

wider and the black man's cock head began disappearing inside her

mouth with each thrust. "Get ready Norman. Now!"

Norman pressed the shudder and held it so that the camera began

taking progressive shots. The first caught Xavier's cock head

emerging from Ameena's mouth a fan of white semen spraying

between her lips. The still spraying head entered her mouth

again. When it emerged it leaped upwards out of control and shot

an amazingly large wad of cum completely covering Ameena's face

and hair. Norman caught a quick sight of Ameena's open mouth

completely filled with sperm. Her mouth disappeared as his cock

thrust over it and shot another strand of cum over her face. When

her mouth reappeared, it was empty. Norman could have jacked off

into a glass every day for a year and the amount wouldn't have

equaled one strand of Xavier's multiple orgasms, but then the

black man's balls were five times the size of Norman's.

Ameena was actually arching her neck to catch his cock head in

her mouth again. She succeeded a couple times and Norman caught

sight of her gulping. Xavier was still cumming when he quickly

slid back and stood. He shot the last few strands of sperm on

Ameena's breasts, each wad skillfully striking her nipples.

Norman turned away from the sight of the big black man standing

over Norman's sperm covered wife. He held the camera down with

one hand and rubbed his temples with the next. He brought the

camera back up and checked the last few pictures. They were

perfect, but there was no real reason for him to keep a memento

of this horrible day. Norman's finger was poised on the delete

button as he turned around.

"Get the camera ready," ordered Xavier. Norman looked up with a

start. Ameena was down on all fours facing the camera while

Xavier was kneeling behind her in the doggy position. "Get some

pictures for your collection that look like we're fucking."

Norman did take some shots from in front of Ameena. Her large

breasts were swinging under her as Xavier moved her hips back and

forth. Norman noticed her blouse was now completely off and

laying on the sand. Even Norman had to admit their perfect bodies

did look good together.

"Come get some close-ups of my cock."

Norman walked around and was startled yet again. Xavier's cock

was completely hard again. It was so hard, it looked as if he

hadn't cum in months let alone minutes ago. The black man raised

himself up enough to push his cock down so that the head was

pointed at Ameena's asshole. He had her ass cheeks spread and her

cute little puckered hole was on display with Xavier's fourteen

inch cock poised to penetrate it.

"Now some of me getting ready to fuck her."

Norman watched the fat knobby cock head move down. "Hey!" said

Norman. "She's not wearing her panties." Indeed, her bikini

bottoms were laying in the sand beside her blouse.

"No shit, dumbass. Get some close-ups."

Norman zoomed in on the black man's cock and subsequently

Ameena's pussy. Norman's wife's pussy was so aroused and engorged

it looked like it was throbbing. It was also soaked with her

arousal and dripping lubrication. "Don't put it in her," said

Norman watching Xavier's cock head rub along Ameena's slit until

it too glistened with her juices. "Hey watch it!" Norman looked

up from the viewfinder as Ameena's labia began spreading open

around Xavier's cock head.

"Oh god, yes," moaned Ameena.

Norman looked down at the viewfinder. Xavier's cock head had

disappeared entirely. "Stop, pull it out. Pull it out."

"You want me to pull it out?" Xavier asked Ameena.

"Yes." The look on Ameena's face wasn't convincing and when

Xavier worked his cock around a bit, slowly starting to withdraw

she changed her mind. "No! No, it feels too good." Ameena looked

conflicted, but also more aroused then she'd ever been. "Just let

him keep a little of it in me, Norman."

"Damn it," said Norman. He was too scared of the black man to

make him pull it out. "Don't push any more in and don't you dare

cum in her pussy. She's not on birth control." As soon as Norman

said it, Xaver's cock thrust another inch deeper as if the black

man had momentarily lost control.

"Ameena, I'll just get some shots of it in you, then we'll call

it a day, ok?"

"Oh-kay." Ameena drew out the word so that it was more of a moan.

"Don't let him push any more in."

"Don't worry Norm, I wouldn't want to turn your wife into a black

cock loving slut. Would I?"

"Wait a minute, your accent, you're our gardener."

"Right mate. I heard you talking about coming here to take

pictures. Your wife is such a sexy number, I just had to see her

posing in her bikini. I had no idea you wanted to see her pose

like this with another man."

"I didn't," said Norman. "Whoa there, pull out a little, it looks

like another inch has slipped in."

Xavier moved his hands up to Ameena's ribs and pushed. Norman was

pleased to see the black man was obeying him and slowly removing

the three or four inches of cock he'd pushed inside Ameena's

pussy. Unfortunately, he was pushing down too hard on Ameena's

upper back. Disaster struck. Ameena's arms collapsed. She fell

forwards, her face hitting the sand, her ass still up thrust.

Xavier also fell forward. The tip of his cock had been partially

inside her pussy and it now shot forwards, pushing deeper then

Norman had ever been.

"No, pull out, pull out," screamed Norman.

Xavier pushed up, but fell again, and his cock thrust even deeper

this time. "Sorry," said the black man. Xavier sat back on his

knees, but stupidly held on to Ameena's waist as he did so, in

effect pulling her into his cock. Norman was horrified to see

that Ameena had just taken nearly a foot of thick black cock.

Xavier let her go so that she ended up on all fours again. He

tried to pull out, but for some reason pushed forwards again.

Ameena's head fell back to the blanket. Xavier apparently gave up

trying to pull it out. He held still with close to thirteen

inches of cock buried in Ameena's pussy.

Ameena whimpered. Her knuckles were grabbing handfuls of sand

through the blanket. "Yes," she hissed. Norman could barely hear

her. Her whole body jerked a little.

Xavier remained still, apparently not moving, but in reality he

was making his cock jerk inside her pussy. "Come around and get

some close-ups, fool."

Ameena raised her head. Her brow was sweating and she was sucking

her lower lip inside her mouth. She shook her head, not wanting

Norman to go look. "Aah," she cried, suddenly her lip coming out

of her mouth to quiver a little.

Norman moved around until he could see Xavier's thick black

sausage crammed inside his wife's pussy. Norman was no longer the

only man to put his dick inside Ameena. Her labia and thighs were

soaked. He held the camera up and zoomed in on their crotches.

The viewfinder clearly caught fluid running out of Ameena's

pussy, flowing down the visible part of the black man's shaft

until it dripped off his balls. Ameena had orgasmed! The camera

close-up also showed the black man's cock jerking. Norman took

the picture.

"Why didn't you want your husband to look at your pussy?" asked

Xavier.

"I didn't want him to know that I came."

"Show her what it looks like, Norman."

Norman switched to view mode and brought the picture up on the

camera. He held it up before Ameena's eyes. Ameena stared at it.

"Oh god! That's what's in me? Yes, so big, fuck yes. I'm cumming

again."

"You like that big cock, dontcha?"

"Yes. I love it. I've never cum like that. Your big black cock is

the best ever. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

Norman felt heartbroken. He'd never been able to give Ameena

orgasms until this summer. Her unusual state of arousal had her

cumming each time they fucked, but Norman had to put a lot more

effort into it. Still, it had been the best sex of their marriage

until now. Xavier had started slowly withdrawing it and pushing

it in. He wasn't waiting for Norman's permission, but Norman gave

in anyway. "Go ahead and fuck the slut."

"Don't mind if I do." Xavier then proceeded to give Ameena the

fucking of her life. His cock became a blur as the black man

began slamming it in and out with enough force, Norman could hear

his balls slapping on her thighs.

Norman waited for Xavier to pull out. No man can go that fast or

last that long, he thought. However, Xavier didn't slow down and

Ameena continued to have orgasms. In fact, she seemed to be

having one long continuous orgasm or series of orgasms. Her body

was quivering and she was moaning loudly, also grunting each time

his balls slapped her thighs.

Norman took pictures, lots of pictures. Ameena's moans turned to

a loud scream. Norman looked up to see that Xavier had pushed his

thumb into her ass. Her scream wasn't from pain. It was from her

orgasms increasing in intensity.

"Next time, I'm gonna fuck that ass, slut."

"Anything you want," cried Ameena between orgasms. Norman didn't

plan on there being a next time, but was smart enough to realize,

he might not have a choice. Xavier suddenly stopped thrusting. He

held his cock buried as deep as it would go. Ameena's eyes rolled

up in the back of her head. Her body went limp as the biggest

orgasm yet took control of her body.

Norman felt relieved as he watched Xavier pull his cock out just

in time. Sperm was spraying out of the tip as his hard, rampant

cock appeared over her ass. Norman couldn't help being awed by

it. His finger pressed the shudder capturing a long strand of

semen shooting up, over Ameena's back. Xavier continued to cum,

sperm pooling in the small of Ameena's back. It was an incredible

amount, but less then he had the first time.

Xavier finally stood, his fourteen inch cock slowly deflating.

Norman went over to his wife as the black man retrieved his

clothes. "You alright, honey?" asked Norman shaking his wife. She

barely stirred, but she did moan contentedly. Xavier was dressed

now. He walked over and picked the camera off the blanket. He

started looking at the pictures. Norman had a sudden fear that

Ameena's pussy would never return to normal after fucking

Xavier's monster cock. He bent around to look at it and gasped in

horror. Ameena's pussy lips were spread open around a large hole

the width of Xavier's dick. Worse, sperm was pouring out of the

hole, soaking the blanket. "Asshole, I told you not to cum in her

pussy."

"That's no way to talk to your wife's boss, wimp." Xavier turned

away and started jogging off.

Norman had no idea what he was talking about and gave the black

man the finger, but only when he was sure Xavier wouldn't catch

him. Ameena didn't budge for close to half an hour until Norman

informed her there were people heading their way. She dressed in

her bikini and Norman helped his weak wife get back to their car.

At home, he helped put Ameena to bed. Provided she wasn't

pregnant, he hoped they could forget about this incident.

Determined to erase the pictures, he retrieved his camera and

turned it on.

The words “No memory card“, flashed on the screen.

The End

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