Sweet Lucia - Sex Stories

Sweet Lucia

... specially designed for a woman's pubic region. She blushed and murmured, "I see you want me to go hairless!" "Not yet," I said. "I don't want to see you hairless until you have taken a black cock in your pussy." She gasped at that, but then we embraced, and kissed, and even before our clothes came off, she agreed. Lucia's soft brown pubic hair was now a tangible symbol of virginity, of a kind: that she had never been penetrated all the way in. I had plowed the first five inches, but beyond that, her pussy was virgin territory. When that deepest part of her vagina was finally penetrated by a big, black penis, she would officially join the ranks of the proud, well-fucked sluts, like the female stars of the interracial-sex videos. And then, with the shaver I had given her, she would lose her baby muff. Of course it could be years, if ever, before my shy wife opened her pretty legs to another guy. I flew off to Los Angeles with my heart thumping, but soon I was deeply engaged in business, as I knew I would be. It was more than a day later when I phoned her to say hi. When I heard her voice, I was raging to ask, how was it going? - has he fucked you? - has he even tried? But I kept my voice steady, avoided the direct questions, and she was noncommittal as always. Of course these conversations made me rock-hard, and I masturbated to fantasies of Lucia. On the fifth evening, I called at 7:00 pm - that's 10:00 pm Michigan time - and she wasn't home. That was odd. But I was going ...

... out to dinner with a group, and then to a couple of parties, and didn't get back to my hotel until 11:30 pm. I debated calling her then, but it was already 2:30 am her time, so I reluctantly refrained. The next day, I called her at her office, but she wasn't there. I tried her at home, and she answered the phone. She explained vaguely that she had gone out with some friends the night before, and she was taking the day off work. She was really looking forward to seeing me, and of course I was just crazy to see her again. We reconfirmed the flight and arrival time at the airport. Okay, so now I'm getting off the plane, trying to remain calm and focused. Finally, there she is! I drop my bag. We have our traditional wild moment of greeting. Then she presses a plastic ziploc bag into my hand. It contains a bunch of curly brown hair. I am momentarily speechless. My plan worked - I am now a cuckold! My heart pounds. I feel green with jealousy, almost seasick, but my penis has never been this hard before. I look again at the precious baggie. "You shaved your pubic hair!" I say unnecessarily. "No," she says, smiling. "HE did." ****** Starting in the car on the way home, she told me what happened. She and Derrick were already planning to go to lunch together. With great trepidation, she invited him to lunch at our house. Of course, he accepted. Lucia prepared and served lunch in the kitchen. On the counter, in plain sight, within easy reach as he waited for lunch, was the "personal ...