EXTRACT FOR
FIVE EROTIC STORIES
(Author Unknown)

FIVE EROTIC STORIES - EXTRACT



My wife, Shelly-Ann, did something incredible this morning.  She took selfies of her tits and texted the photos to her soon-to-be lover.  She texted me what she had done, wanting to know if I was upset with her or not. 

   No, I wasn't upset; I was fucking elated.  Shelly-Ann was finally shedding off her fear and venturing into the unknown.  This is the start of a dream coming through for me??"for both of us. 

   I was in my car driving to work when she texted me.  I swerved off the road, pulled to a curb and reread her message, thinking it was a joke, after which I called her to find out the truth.  She told me she had done exactly that; I replied that I would speak with her later.  

   The rest of the morning went like a cool summer breeze.  I was practically floating as I got to my office building, and muttered good morning to whichever colleague I passed while heading to my office.  For the first time in decades, I felt like the happiest man on the planet.

   I imagined what she and the guy might have been chatting about after sending him those photos.  He had likely told her how sexy she looked and that he couldn't wait to fuck her.  The thought was captivating enough to make my dick nudge in my pants while I attempted to settle my mind on my job behind my desk.  

   I struggled through work till noon.  I felt relieved when the hour arrived, and I ordered something for lunch before calling my wife.  Shelly-Ann answered on the third ring.

   "Well, honey?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

   "You want to know what we've been talking about?"

   "As if you didn't already read my mind."

   She laughed.  "He said that he liked the photos.  I sent him one of me lying in bed with my legs spread apart.  I shaved my pussy for him."

   "My God, Shelly!"

   "Yes, honey," she chuckled.  "I did a short video of me playing with myself and sent it to him.  He went crazy."

   "Did he send you any of his?"

   "Sure, he did," she said.  "He sent me a video of him stroking his cock.  My God, honey, you should see his cock.  Don't worry, I'll send it to you."

   I told her to include the video of her playing with her pussy.  

   We talked some more and then hung up when my lunch meal arrived.  Minutes later, both videos arrived in my phone.  She was right, the man did have a magnificent-looking cock; way bigger than mine.  I watched the video of her fingering her pussy and couldn't help imagining what that huge cock might do to her pussy.  The man won't likely make it easy for her; he would want to give Shelly some necessary rough handling.  I pictured her screaming with lust as the man's cock pounded and fucked the shit out of her.  Shelly-Ann would be screaming her head off, begging him not to stop.

   I left my desk and scampered into my private restroom, and masturbated.  The image was too much for me to contain.

   Evening came, and I drove home with frantic tension.  Shelly-Ann welcomed me when I arrived home.  I threw my briefcase and jacket across the room and led her to the nearest sofa.  Shelly-Ann sat down, laughing as I lifted her dress to inspect her enchanting flesh.  

   "You been playing with yourself, honey?" I asked as I slid my hand into her panties, to which she gasped when I made contact.

   "It's what I've been doing much of the day," she said.

   My hand came out wet.  Shelly-Ann laid back and lifted her legs so I could peel her panties off her hips.  Her pussy was like a magnet drawing me closer towards her sweet essence.  I lapped my tongue against her vulva.  Shelly-Ann moaned as my tongue roamed her pussy, eliciting further excitement in her.  I opened her beside drawer, grabbed her dildo, and then applied it on her vagina.  Shelly squirted in my face as he dildo-fucked her pussy, after which I got to fuck her to complete the mission.  I jerked into her harder and faster and came within seconds as expected.

   Later that night while in bed, we talked about her wanting to meet her soon-to-be lover.  I had been corresponding with the man for weeks, having established contact with him in an adult forum.  The man seemed discrete, and it didn't take long before I opened myself to him regarding what I wanted for my wife.  Shelly-Ann had been hesitant about corresponding with him, still unconvinced whether I wanted this for her or not.  She first wrote to him a week ago, and that initial correspondence quickly opened doors between them.  He made a solid impression on her in a matter of days and had since begun sharing intimate matters with him. 

   "Remind me his name again," Shelly asked.

   "Damon," I said.

   "Damon. We talked afterwards," she cooed. "He sounds like a nice guy."?

   "You think you'd like to meet him in person?"

   "Yeah, I think so.  But as long as you're there with me; I'd likely get cold feet if I'm alone."

   "Of course, I'll be beside you, hon.  Have you decided when you'd want to meet and where?"

   "I told him next weekend.  That will give me enough time to get my hair done."  She blushed under the covers.  "My God, I can't wait to feel that cock of his."

   "Hmm, I bet you can't," I muttered.  "He's going to make you his bitch by the time he gets done fucking you."

   "Awww, stop!" She laughed while her cheeks glowed crimson.  "Oh God, darling, I hope you won't get upset."

   "Hell no, I won't.  We've talked about this before, remember?"

   "Yeah.  But this is different.  What if I end up, you know, liking it?"

   "So much the better for both of us if you do," I said.  "You know that saying: Once you go black . . . "

   "Once you go black, you never go back," she smiled.  "I guess what they say about black men is true.  Seeing that giant cock of his . . . I became immediately wet when he first sent me the photos.  I almost couldn't think straight for a minute.  It was like I wish I could wave a magic wand and transport him into our bedroom and have sex with him."

   "Uh-uh, not sex, honey," I corrected her.  "It's fuck.  Black men know how to fuck; white guys like me, we only know how to watch."

   We both laughed at that quip.

   "Do you think I should make him wear a condom?"

   "I think so, yeah," I said.  "But that's up to you.  What do you think?"

   She thought for a moment, then: "That cock of his is . . . I don't know . . . I'd love to know what it fucking feels like.  I've never had a black cock before.  Meanwhile, plenty of my friends have, as far back in high school."

   "You feel like you missed out on the gold rush."

   "Something like that, yeah.  I just want to hold one in both hands and play with it, you know?  I want to kiss it, suck it, and then get it inside my pussy raw."  Shelly-Ann curled her face as if reliving the ecstatic moment.  "I want to feel every fibre inside my cunt."

   "I know what you mean, hon.  Let's wait till next weekend comes."

   We kissed and then said good night before switching off the lights and falling asleep.  

   My dream was populated with images of Shelly-Ann taking that black dick while the man transformed her into a whore.  Like my neighbour's wife who was fucking a black man on the side but without her husband being aware.