Opening the Marriage (3 page)

"Hello." His voice was even deeper than I
remember.

"Hi. Is this Rodney? It's Amy from biology
class."

A long pause. "Amy? From high school biology,
Amy?"

"Yeah. Hi. Hope you don't mind, but I got
your new number from your parents."

A wonderful laugh. "Damn, Amy. How are you?
It's so great to hear from you."

I let my breath out and tried to keep my legs
from shaking. "I'm doing good. I have two babies now and thought
I'd catch up with some old friends. So many moved away to college.
I was glad to learn you went local."

I could sense him thinking hard on the other
end. "I heard you married Jack."

"Yeah. Our parents insisted on it when he
knocked me up since, technically, it was statutory rape. Hey,
listen, sorry I didn't invite you to the wedding, but I didn't want
my attraction to you to give Jack an excuse to back out."

"Your what for me?"

"Come on, Rodney. You know I've always liked
you. I tried not to flirt with you in biology, but you were just so
sweet and kind and Cynthia swore you had a huge cock."

"What? But you didn't even hang with Cindy's
crowd."

"Oh, I made sure we became good friends, and
you know how girls talk."

"Is that what this call is about?" he
demanded. "Cindy and Jack?"

"What?" Now he threw me off balance. "Jack
fucked her, too? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, is there anyone hot he
didn't fuck?"

I could hear him cussing himself under his
breath. "Shit, sorry, Amy. I thought you knew. He fucked around so
much, how could you not know?"

"Yeah, tell me about it. I know now, though.
I got into his email and that busy bee is pollinating more flowers
than ever, thanks to his heavy travel schedule. I now get disgusted
whenever he wants to do me, which probably makes him screw around
more than ever. I literally can't afford to divorce him, but a girl
has needs, too. You know?"

I could now hear him smiling. "Amy, Amy, Amy.
Are you trying to get him back by fucking a black friend of his who
has a much bigger cock? Cuz that drives white boys crazy. If not,
why are you calling me?"

"This is my first booty call, Rodney. I want
to get some, and I want to get that some from you. And being black,
big, and an old friend does make it that much sweeter when he finds
out. Hell, I've wanted to do you for years."

"I have a girlfriend."

"I won't tell her. And, really, Rodney. If
you don't want to fuck me, you're gonna have to come up with a
better argument than that. My husband is married with two babies,
but that hasn't stopped him from going down on everything but the
Titanic. If you show me you're clean, you won't even have to use
condoms since I got my tubes tied. And if you live up to high
expectations, you could do me anytime you wanted. In fact," I now
closed the deal, "I rarely blow Jack anymore, and I really miss it.
Did you know I love to swallow?"

"No," he joked, "but I know you sucked at
biology!"

I laughed with him. "I got breast implants.
Would you like to see them?"

"I would very much like to see them."

"Hold on, then, and I'll send them to your
phone."

A minute later. "Holy shit!"

"I went the full Pam Anderson. Do you like
them?"

"They're fucking awesome. When you said two
babies, I just assumed... Wow, you look great. I always wondered
what you would look like naked."

"Hey, I still have thongs on!"

"Yeah. And they're blocking my view."

"You can only see the real thing in person.
We bought a house on Green Street, not far from the high school, so
my mother can take care of the babies when I'm at class. Did I
mention that Jack travels a lot and I love to swallow?"

Rodney laughed. "I remember you as the shy
goody two-shoes, who would blush whenever I brushed up against
you."

"Brush against me now, and I bet I'll still
blush."

"Amy, you know I've always liked you, so
please swear you're not just fucking with me. As a black, I've had
my share of being fucked with."

"I'll suck you off as soon as you get here.
I'm sending the address and a link to Google Maps right now."

"I can't get off until 5:00." Now it was my
turn to laugh. "You know what I mean."

"I'll make you dinner and breakfast if you
fuck me all night long."

Another hearty laugh. "Deal!"

CHAPTER 3

I drink when I'm nervous, and I was pretty
nervous. The cheating on Jack didn't bother me -- that was more
like payback -- but I've never been with another man before. Much
less a big black man. I never masturbate, but my pussy felt like I
did. I squished so much that I wanted to shove a mop up there. When
Rodney drove up, I literally jumped up and down in anticipation. I
haven't felt this excited since my wedding.

I opened the door before he could knock and
waved him in. Since I was naked. At least, all the important parts.
I saw his eyes grow huge as he checked me out, but otherwise I was
too busy checking him out. Yep, I chose well. Always a fitness nut,
he stayed in shape. 6'4" and all meat. Thank God I waited until my
tummy tuck and boob job before our tryst. I couldn't trust myself
to speak, so I just leaped into his strong arms and attached myself
to his lips. We ended up kissing for a very long time while he felt
up my naked body and I grabbed his boner. I got too impatient and
dropped to my knees.

"Sorry, I can't wait." I explained while
fighting his belt. "Would you mind filming this?" as I gestured to
a camera on the counter. I lowered his pants and boxers and never
imagined what a huge monster would attack me. Not just longer, but
much thicker than Jack's. I couldn't help compare them for a moment
as I ran my hands over it. It was so beautiful. But I had never
sucked anything that wide. It was like swallowing a sword, as I got
my mouth around the huge head. Determined to see this through, I
worked my way down its length thinking, if Cynthia could do it, I
could do it. Unless that bitch exaggerated, in which case I was
screwed. I had been reading a lot online, so I reminded myself to
relax my gag reflex as I dived deeper. My pussy was flooding so
much I needed a dyke -- I mean a dam -- to stop it. It took a
while, but I managed to get the whole damn thing in my throat. Now
the fun began.

I looked up into the camera and smiled. "I
love how your cock tastes. I can't wait to swallow your cum."

I bobbed up and down, slowly but with
increasing tempo, just like I read, careful to use only my mouth
since I read guys want more than girls jacking them off. As I got
used to it, I sucked him faster, losing myself in the action. He
didn't taste better than Jack, I guess, but different in some
wonderful way. I certainly enjoyed it more and wished I got some
from him in high school. He could have dissected more than just
that fucking frog. I felt his big hands on my head and knew desert
was coming. The prospect excited me in ways that sex with Jack
never did. I suctioned tighter, using my mind to will that juice
out, demanding my reward, commanding his penis to obey me.

And, then, it finally did. His hands gripped
my head forcefully so I couldn't get his dick out of my mouth and
he unloaded into the back of my throat, gagging me. I wanted it
all, since it had been so long, so I used my mouth to force every
fucking drop out. It was all mine! I paused a moment only to swirl
the juice in my mouth to savor the flavor, then got back to pumping
out the last rope of cum. Oh. My. God. He tasted so much better
than Jack. And I thought Jack tasted pretty damn good. Who knew? I
didn't know it then, but Rodney turned me into a cum slut -- I just
couldn't get enough. Salty and tangy and spicy, all in one. I wish
I could order cum on a pizza. It would beat the hell out of
anchovies.

When he finally ran out, I let him slip out
of my mouth and just enjoyed the sight of that big motherfucker
staring at me, with his one tiny eye. My hands still rubbed him, so
a remaining drop appeared, like a raindrop about to dive off a
leaf. I immediately licked it up, then engulfed the head to extend
the experience. Eventually I looked up and told Rodney what was on
my mind.

"I want to suck you off every day. Then have
you fuck me long and hard."

"But then I won't have enough for my
girlfriend."

"Fuck her. Will she suck you off every day?"
His silence answered my question. "Would you like to get sucked off
every day?" He sheepishly nodded his head. "Would you like to fuck
this every day?" I asked, standing up and turning around so he
could view my entire naked body. "With me you don't have to explain
where you were, what you were doing, or who you were with. You
don't have to buy me anything, take me out, or remember my
birthday. I'll suck your cock while you watch the game. I'll post a
schedule online so you know when I am free, so you can just text me
and come over. With me you get all the benefits of a girlfriend
without any of the bullshit. No cost, no hassle, no headaches. If
you ever want to stop, just text me and no hard feelings. But you
should know that I want to fuck other men so that Jack one day
learns what it feels like to have a spouse cheat so much with so
many. So you can't fall in love, grow too attached, or use this
against me. Those are the rules. Agreed?"

"Agreed. But if you want a lot of revenge, I
happen to know quite a few studs who are young, fit, and eager to
please."

"Show me pictures and, if I'm interested,
then they will need to show me medical checkups so I know they're
clean. What's the point of cheating if I have to wear a condom?
It's why I quit smoking. What's the point of being a smoker if you
can't be a teen smoker?"

"Does size matter?" he asked.

"Please, nothing bigger than you. In case
King Kong exists or you befriend an elephant. And nothing smaller
than six inches. I just want them clean, with pubes trimmed so I
don't swallow a hair."

"Just how much revenge do you want?"

That was a good question. "As much as I can
handle. Jack is paying my mother $15 an hour to baby-sit, so she
wants as much work as possible. Why? You have somebody in
mind?"

"Actually, yeah. You remember Hank Kelly? He
played varsity with us. Great guy. His family didn't have money, so
Jack threw that in his face a lot. Every day Jack would make fun of
his poverty. Fucking you would be a great way of fucking Jack. You
could both have revenge at the same time."

"Blond dude? Slender and kind of quiet? Yeah,
I remember him. Cute, too, if I'm thinking of the same guy."

"Oh, he's good looking. He's into martial
arts, so he is super-fit. If you ever want to go out dancing, this
is your guy. Him or Carlos, who's Puerto Rican."

I never considered that before. "I love
dancing, but Jack hates it. Says he has no rhythm. Which is among
the few things that he says which is true. Maybe next week the four
of us could hit the dance floor, then spend the night fucking. I've
never had a cock in each hole at the same time before."

Rodney applauded. "I don't think I'm gonna
need my girlfriend anymore."

"Will you please finger me to an orgasm? I
feel like I'm going to burst."

Chuckling at his good fortune, he picked me
up and carried me to the couch, where he bent me over his leg and
slid a finger in. "You are ready to go!" he exclaimed, pleased. He
stuck two more fingers in and started punching my twat like a kung
fu master. With my head buried in the pillows, I felt the cold air
on my ass as my legs quivered in anticipation. I was totally
helpless -- I could not escape even if I wanted to. This was so
outside of my previous experience -- we weren't even in bed.
Someone walking by could see my bare booty through the window! The
thought of scandalizing the neighbors ripped through me in a
powerful orgasm that flooded his hand and wet his pants. Rodney,
bless him, kept pumping until my muscles grew too spongy. I
collapse on his leg like a big wet noodle.

"Damn!" my new lover said. "You really needed
that."

Boy, did I ever.

CHAPTER 4

I had never cooked nude before. I decided
that I really liked it. Soon enough I would be walking around the
house naked all the damn time. Between shots of whiskey, Rodney
explored my body. When we had a minute, we kissed, our naked bodies
pressing against each other.

"Eat!" I insisted. "You're gonna need your
strength."

"Girl," he replied. "I am going to fuck you
like you have never been fucked before."

Something moved in my virgina like the
monster from the movie Alien and my knees almost buckled.

After dinner we took it to the well-lit
bedroom where I turned on three cameras, then sucked him back to
his unnatural length. "Just how big is that thing?"

"Nine and one-quarter inches," he said. "I
got an uncle in Philly whose dick is nearly eleven inches."

Jack's a solid seven, so I assumed two more
inches would be no big deal. But, literally, it was a big deal.
Well, the length and the added width. I've never been so frightened
and excited before in my life.

"Let's 69 so I can lube you up," he
suggested.

I climbed on top and made it my goal in life
to suck that monster off like a porn star. I figured all I needed
was a lot of practice. I started bobbing up and down, trying to go
as deep as possible, when his tongue licked me and my pussy tried
to smother him. Instead of working my clit to get me off, he went
for depth to get my juices going. And, man, did they go. He wrapped
a big hand around each of my small butt cheeks and held me like a
vise. I felt like a hair-trigger gun that a sneeze can set off.
With several inches of black cock down my throat, my pussy gave up
and washed his face with my juice. Oh, that felt so good. But now I
needed the real thing.