The Niece, The Wife and Their Needs Pt 2 - Sex Stories

The Niece, The Wife and Their Needs Pt 2

... you’ll have more to think about then than you do now. Right now though I need you to remove those clothes and take off those tissue packed panties and follow me to the rec room”. When she starts to speak I cut her off saying, “Ah, ah, just do as I say my beautiful sexy wife because I am about to make your day even more exciting; only instead of using tissues to soak up all that sweet pussy juice we shall use my hard cock. I help her undress as she looks at me with a very quizzical expression on her face. I smile when I see that there actually was tissue in her panties and it was soaked. Once in the rec room I place her on the couch in front of the TV and spread her thighs widely and begin licking her clit as a dog might. I tell her to close her eyes and think of a big dog licking her as I roll her hips up and lick quickly all over her ass and pussy. I can see the effects of her thoughts in the way her moans deepen and her hips begin moving, undulating. Her breathing becomes quick, chest heaving as a dog licks her in her mind. She’s ready I think as I rise and sit beside her and say to her, “Now get up on this dick”. She starts to mount me facing me as she usually does but I stop her saying, “Nope, turn around facing the TV”. She does as I ask and once she is settled, her hips hunching slowly I reach for the TV remote and turn it on and then hand her a mouse pad and the wireless mouse to the PC. When the TV turns on there is the picture of Ed the black guy standing before ...

... her. I feel the moisture forming within her as she gazes at the screen in silence. Her hips begin a gentle undulation as she asks, “Why are you showing me this, it’s obviously been photoshopped?” “Click through the pictures, this is the profile of a black couple on a swingers site I ran across. They are real people and they live very close to us, same zip code in fact.” Her breathing is again becoming harsh and I feel a warm flood engulfing my hard cock as she clicks through the photos of the black man fucking white women. Her voice is strained, the sexual tension she is experiencing obvious by the way her voice trembles as she asks, “You mean that’s really his dick, it’s not faked? That’s not possible, is it? Her body is writhing atop me, hips grinding her pussy into my cock as her juices run down over my balls. I haven’t moved and I know she’s becoming distressed in her mind and body. I tell her, “Click on the movies and tell me if what you see is what you’ve dreamed of all these years.” She clicks on the first movie and sees the man fucking a young white woman. The woman is obviously lost to the feelings his dick imparts, screaming, hunching, grabbing him by his ass while cumming repeatedly. The longer he fucks her the more of his dick can be seen plunging to her depths and the more excited she becomes. She screams how he’s killing her and you can hear a man ask, “Do you want him to stop baby”, and then to the black guy he says, “I think you should take it out a little you’re ...