Descent into debauchery.

Abbey and George had been together since high school and married almost twelve months ago. They had always been open about sex, and explored many things, dominance and submission, various positions and toys. More recently they had been playing with sharing partners, never actually having done it they would talk out their fantasies in bed. Abbey started to notice that George was particularly amorous when she described herself being with a black man.

One night while she sat atop George she decided to pry further. “You really like the idea of a black man fucking your white wife don’t you?”

George moaned, “I know it shouldn’t be taboo in this day but the idea of a black man fucking you, the contrast against your pale skin, it does something.”

Abbey slowly gyrated, grinding against him. “Tell me your fantasy, please.”

George reached up and wrapped his hands around her waist. “I imagine a black man going down on you, his head between your thighs as you beg him to fuck you, as you beg him to make you cum.” He began. “Soon enough you are sucking on his big black cock,” he continued before Abbey interrupted.

“Does he have big balls? You know I like the feeling of balls slapping against me when I fuck,” she dragged details out.

“Huge, swollen balls, ready to fill you,” he confessed.

Abbey moaned, “He’s not wearing a condom?” George shook his head and Abbey moaned again. “What if he cums in me?”

George bucked up into her, “You’re on the pill.”

Abbey smiled and leant forward so she was sliding across his body, this position, she knew, always brought George to climax quickly. “Am I? In your fantasy am I on the pill?”

George leant up and planted his lips to hers, after a short passionate kiss he said, “If you weren’t would you get him to pull out?”

Abbey panted against him, her own orgasm close, “Would it matter what I wanted? Would he pull out if I asked?” George and his wife both groaned at the suggestion. “Or would he cum in me, knowing he could knock me up?”

Abbey felt George tense and her own orgasm bubble over, they came together in rigid pleasure as he filled her.

After several moments of panting Abbey said. “Wow, that was a strong orgasm, I think you like this game. I think you like the idea of a black man actively trying to get me pregnant.” She felt him throb within her and start to get hard again. “Oh wow honey.”

She didn’t get to finish as he rolled her over to look down at her as he started to fuck her again. “You liked it too. I felt you squirt all over me.”

She nodded, “It’s a naughty game. So is my black lover going to cum in me again?” she asked her husband.

“As often as you desire,” he replied. Slowly he picked up speed as they continued to talk, their suggestions getting more lewd as their lust rose.

“What if he wanted to share me?” she asked at one point.

“I think you would love that,” George replied. “And what if he wanted to mark you, give you a spade tattoo?”

Abbey moaned, “What’s that?”

George continued his motions as he explained, “Queen of spades tattoos are given to women who fuck black, to show they are owned.”

Abbey squealed and her legs pulled him closer as George filled her cunt for the second time that night.

Afterwards, as they lay in bed Abbey asked, “So I think we have a new chapter in our games.”

George laughed, “Yeah, I guess we will be sharing some fantasies about a black man fucking you.”

Abbey rolled over. “And you fucking black women, maybe partner swapping, knowing we could get each other pregnant.”

George moaned, “Should I buy you a big black dildo?” he asked.

Abbey smiled, “You let me handle the props. I will make sure you are well pleased.”

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