A Condom And Some Baby Oil
Rachel had been on about trying out another man, and in the end she talked me into agreeing that she could with someone, as long as he was a total stranger, that I was allowed to watch and that he wore a condom – just as I had to. Rachel told me that she wanted a black man – to find out if all those stories she had read in IRGroup were true. However, nothing came of it until about three months later when we were invited to a party that one of her girlfriends had arranged for some American Air Force friends.
Now, Rachel is a vivacious twenty-four year old blonde, very pretty with a superb figure. I could tell that she had plans for this party, as she said that it could be the night she got herself laid. Rachel had been out shopping, but she wouldn’t show me what she had bought and she had also stopped me having sex with her a couple of weeks before, so that I would be horny enough to go along with her plans.
On the night of the party, Rachel came down wearing the new outfit; she looked stunning. It was a very short, tight black dress, held together at the sides by gold rings. Nothing was left to the imagination, as through the large gaps along the side you could see that she wasn’t wearing a stitch of underwear; Six inch stilettos and a black choker finished the look. Rachel smiled and said, “Do you think I’ll get laid tonight? Nicci promised me they’ll be a couple of big black men there.” I replied, “Yes, any man would fancy you and yes, I do want to see a big black men fuck you.”
Things moved swiftly at the party, and Rachel soon latched onto a big, handsome black guy called James. They danced – well, I say danced, but it was more like a dry fuck, with Rachel rubbing her pussy up against his groin – and I saw that he had a large bulge in his trousers. I came off in my pants, watching them together, and they both laughed at me when they heard me groan and saw the wet stain spreading across the front of my trousers.
We left the party and I drove Rachel and James home. My five and a half inches were bone hard again, and all I could think about was seeing Rachel’s gorgeous shapely body being covered by her ebony lover’s hands. I thought about him slipping his thick meat into her tight pussy, and her long legs wrapping around him as he fucked her.
Once in our bedroom, James and Rachel stripped. He towered above her frail, shapely body, and his long black cock stuck out for miles. He eased the fore-skin back to reveal a large, wet, pink knob and he told Rachel to lick and suck it. I was envious of the way she opened her full, red lips and took as much of him down her throat as she could then her head did its dance of love as she sucked him.
James then decided that it was time to fuck her, but before he did, I went down on her to make her wet and sticky for him. Rachel came over my face, and James started to mount her, but she stopped him, pointing out that he had to wear a condom. I’m sure if it had been left to me I wouldn’t have stopped him, I was that excited. However, James made it quite clear that he didn’t wish to wear a condom, even after I explained that Rachel wasn’t on the pill. James said that he wasn’t used to being refused but eventually agreed.
I fetched James a condom and he asked if I had any extra lubricant. I offered him the KY jelly, but he pointed to Rachel’s baby oil, saying, “That’s the best stuff.” James got Rachel to rub some all over his cock then she fitted the condom onto him and he got her to squirt some more oil over the condom. Finally, he asked me to rub some into Rachel’s cunt, which I did.
At that time, neither Rachel nor I knew what effect oil has on condoms, although James did. So, let this be a warning: it perished the rubber and caused the condom to split. In James’s case, he pushed his cock home into my wife’s fanny, the condom split – but we didn’t notice this as he had it inside her.
I began wanking as James eased in and out of Rachel and that first time they fucked I spunked three times while watching them; it was truly a magnificent sight. James’s black arse powered in and out of her willing pussy and she whimpered as she had orgasm after orgasm. Then he was jerking and groaning as he filled her pussy – not that we knew that at the time. Rachel just clung to him, gasping “I can feel it, I can feel it!” James smiled and said, “Don’t you wish it was going inside you and making a baby?” I heard Rachel groan, “Yes, yes…I do.” But James already knew.
They lay together for a while before James started moving again, and they had sex once more. I couldn’t get another erection – I had drained myself – so I just sat in the chair and watched. James took Rachel through another series of exhausting orgasms before letting himself to again and she, like me, could only lay there and take it.
Following that, James was a regular visitor, and Rachel and I couldn’t wait for his visited. Every time he came he used condoms and oil, and I didn’t get to fuck Rachel often then. I could hardly feel myself going into her anyway, she was so loose, and in the end she admitted she couldn’t feel me any more and that I was useless to her. I made up for my shortcomings by going down on her and giving her pussy the best tongue bath possible. Rachel loved it. James loved seeing me doing it, and I enjoyed it – everybody happy.
Then, a few weeks later Rachel announced that her period was late. She eventually took a pregnancy test and sure enough, it was positive. Rachel and I both thought it must have been when I wanked my stuff over her bush during our sessions, but it was then that James started bragging about being the father. I thought he was joking as he had always worn a condom, but Rachel looked at him in a strange way and I’m sure she wished he was right. From then on, James never wore a condom and I never got a look in. I had to content myself with just watching them do it.
When the baby was delivered, all Rachel could say was, “I’m sorry, Russell., I had no idea.. how could I have? I thought he was yours. He’s beautiful isn’t he Russell.” When I looked down at the baby – not really hearing her words – I stumbled back in shock; the baby was coloured. I realized then that James’s boasts about putting Rachel in the club had been true – he had known all along.
Now, James spends most of his spare time with Rachel. She tells me she still loves me, but that she loves James more as he’s the only man who can satisfy her; I love her so much that I’ve accepted their conditions.
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