It was the sixth night of
the new trial housing arrangement for Kenneth and Aubrey. After learning
Monroe's apartment building was to be torn down, Aubrey had pushed Kenneth who
reluctantly agreed to help Monroe by extending an invitation to share both his
home and his wife for a time.
Monroe had moved into the
bedroom downstairs, paying rent, and supposedly on a trial basis while he
looked for something else—but in the first week Kenneth had seen no effort on
Monroe's part to find another place.
Why should he? Before he
lost his apartment, Monroe was already spending one or two nights a week at
their house with Aubrey. Sometimes at Monroe’s apartment if once a week, or in
Kenneth and Aubrey’s guest room if they chose for two times in a week. Sexually,
Monroe moving in was not a dramatic change at first glance, but as they all
knew, spending seven days a week with two men sharing one female in the same
house would take some adjustments.
One adjustment made they
learned that the night before, when Aubrey decided after their first attempt at
spit-roasting her, taking one orally and the other vaginally, that she did not
like it, she said she could not give each man the attention that she wanted to
give to individually, despite the overload of sensation of two cocks in her
body at the same time.
Tonight was a different
kind of trial. Again, it started with drinks in the hot tub, everyone nude,
Aubrey seated between them, kissing each one in turn, one breast covered with a
black hand, the other with a white, and as they fondled her breasts in her
hands was their two hard cocks. It was clear she was calling the shots. “This
is nice,” she said. “Don't you think.”
In Aubrey's mind she had
the best of both worlds, the warmth and security of a home, a hard-working
husband that loved her far beyond their sexual compatibility, and only two
flights below a black man who lit fires inside her body and fucked her on a
level she had only read about in books. Solomon was huge and a good lover, as
was Dante, and a few of her johns had been good, but there was something
different about Monroe. He gave her orgasms that left her too weak to walk. In
some ways he touched her soul.
It was only small talk
between the trio in the tub, talking about the day evolving into sexier talk
about the night before, with Aubrey explaining how she wanted to pay more
attention to each individually.
“I will fuck you both
tonight, but not at the same time,” Aubrey said. “I want to give each of you
all my attention when you are inside me.”
Monroe and Kenneth
discussed who would fuck Aubrey first. “Flip a coin?” Kenneth suggested.
I'll settle this, you
first,” Aubrey smiled at Monroe. She stepped out of the hot tub, rubbing her
nude body down with the large beach towel as both men gave her rapt attention.
She laid the towel down, cupping her breasts capped with the hoop rings through
her nipples and lifted them. “All this is for you, boys.”
As Monroe left the pool
alongside her she turned to her husband. “I'll be up in a few minutes. I need
to get something straight between Monroe and myself,” she said with a half
giggle. Kenneth watched them enter the house through the sliding glass doors,
both holding their towels in their hands, nude, the tanned flesh of his wife a
light brown and contrasting with the damp gleaming ebony skin of the man with
his arm around her waist. They turned downstairs.
Kenneth sat in the
darkness, finishing his drink, then he too dried himself off and went inside,
pausing at the head of the stairs going down to Monroe's bedroom to listen to
his wife in the midst of a loud orgasm, screaming without restraint, “Fuck me!
Give me that big black dick! Fuck this black cock slut!”
Aubrey gave a loud moan
that faded into a sigh and Kenneth continued up the stairs, out of hearing. He
lay down on the bed, his mind jumbled with the life in which he now found
himself. Kenneth fought the urge to ease down the stairs to watch them fucking.
His cock was rock hard and stayed that way.
Fifteen minutes passed
before he heard his wife on the stairs, a meek smile on her face as she came
in, naked, not even a robe, her hair damp from sweat, pushed back with her
fingers, no makeup, and panting more than she would have from the dash up the
stairs. She was still breathing heavy from the excitement of fucking two men
tonight that she cared about, minutes apart.
Without speaking she came
to the bed and started sucking Kenneth's cock, taking his hand and guiding it
to her breast. The suction of her mouth on his cock held him in place with her
tongue dancing on the underside of his cock. Kenneth ran his hand through her
hair, watching, their eyes locking as she looked up with her mouth full of his
Something passed between
their eyes. Her eyes spoke to him, showing him how comfortable and happy she
was in this situation. Her black lover was downstairs, her husband was
upstairs, and proving that her wifely duties and sexual attention would not go
wanting for either, even thought she had twice the cock available to her in her
own home. Kenneth could feel it and the silent communication passed between
them, as if reading his wife’s mind. It hastened his orgasm.
“I can't hold out a lot
longer with you sucking me like that,” he said.
Aubrey pulled off his cock,
and moved higher, kissing him, breaking the kiss as she moved over him. “Good,
I want your cock inside me.”
Kenneth moved to touch her
pussy but she moved his hand away. “That's OK, my pussy is slick enough,” she
giggled. “I want your cum inside me,” she said. “I want cum from two men inside
me now, and I'm half way there.”
“Did he fuck you good?”
“Shush, I'm yours now,
Aubrey lowered herself on
his rock-hard cock without using her hands, a drop of cum already dripping from
inside her to his cock before she found the right position for him to insert
and their bodies joined.
Kenneth reached for her
breasts, squeezing them, flipping the nipple rings up and down with his thumbs,
and the light tugging to her sensitive nipples caused her to close her eyes and
give a soft “ugh” every time he did.
Kenneth couldn't get what
she had said out of his mind, when she had said, “I’m yours now.” When she was
fucking Monroe was she not Kenneth’s wife?
“So when you fuck him you
are his?” Kenneth asked.
“Always, always his,”
Aubrey said. “Until he cums inside me. Then I'm back to being yours. It's only
for a little while I am his, you get me the rest of the time. Now fuck me white
man, I want the swirl of his black cum and your white cum inside me tonight. I
want both my men's cum.”
There was too much
stimulation for it to be slow lovemaking. It was a hard, slamming fuck, pumping
her as fast as he could, a rabbit fuck was what Aubrey called it after she had
started whoring for Solomon.
Aubrey looked down at him,
softly cooing dirty talk. “Yeah, cum in me, put your cum deep inside this pussy
that had a big black cock inside it minutes ago, fuck me good. You feel his hot
cum inside my slutty pussy?”
Kenneth didn't answer. She
continued her lilt. “And you know what I'm going to do as soon as you cum
inside me? I'm going back downstairs and fuck Monroe again, I am getting
another load of his seed tonight. Isn't that slutty. Fuck your slut wife. Cum
inside me so I can finish here and get fucked again by someone else.” Kenneth
came so hard that he lifted her body off the bed, his eyes rolling back in his
head and series of moans as his body released his sperm deep within his wife.
He held her against his body, still impaled on his cock, feeling a half-dozen
jerks of his cock in the afterglow before collapsing.
Aubrey leaned over as he
gasped for breath, kissed him again, her bare breasts pressed against his
chest, and scooted over to the edge of the bed, daubing at the cum pouring from
her with the towel Kenneth had brought in from the hot tub. She waited for a
second, standing beside the bed looking at him, still with that half-smile on
her face. “You are going back down there?” Kenneth asked. Aubrey didn't answer.
“I may be back, and I may
not.” she said, “Don't wait up. I'm not sleepy yet.” She gave him a smile that
told him she was going to do exactly what she had described during their
lovemaking. She was going back downstairs to be Monroe’s woman.
Aubrey dropped the towel,
turned away and walked out the door. Kenneth watched her twisting bare ass as
she stepped to the door, a lightness and rush in her steps that told him she
wanted back downstairs quick. He heard the creak of the boards as she went down
the stairs, and the different creaks as she stepped down the downstairs
Minutes later he heard a
couple of screams despite the distance of a floor. They must have left the door
open, he thought, wondering if it had been intentional. He knew those screams
well—it was Aubrey in the middle of a hard orgasm. His cock got hard, imagining
her body yielding to the black man downstairs, fucking “his woman,” as Aubrey
had described him.
Kenneth’s erection eased as
the silence returned. He dozed off, woke at three, glancing at the clock and
her side of the bed. She wasn’t there. He awoke at 4:15 as Aubrey climbed into
bed. He turned to her and opened his eyes. Aubrey was topless from the waist
up, the cover down below her breasts, the rings in her nipples replaced with
bars as she often did at night, the metal reflecting a pale glow in the
Although they had never
talked about it, it was an unwritten rule that no matter what she did with Monroe,
at some point in the night she returned to their marital bed and woke up beside
her husband in the morning. He would get up at 7, so the bulk of the night she
had spent with Monroe.
Kenneth started to cuddle
but he understood if Aubrey had wanted more sex when she returned she would
have woke him up. She didn't.