Wrapped in the ‘Cosmic Calculus’ -
Both Husband and Gain Black Lovers
You know it's that time of year when you get all the
copper-bearing bottom paint, the power sander, rollers,
extensions and tape and head down to your sailboat for three days
to redo the bottom in preparation for re-launching it for the
current sailing season.
Old clothes, a tall ladder to get up into the boat with and the
pleasure of a shower each day after the mess is over with until
the next when it's dry and you can put the last coat on.
It's 75 miles each way to where the boat
is slipped or kept out on land for the winter so I usually go
down and sleep on the boat a couple of nights and use the
marina's heated showers and bathroom. The television works and
there's a heater when I hook the boat up to the yard's electric
power just like it was in it's slip and hooked up to 120 volt
shore power.
Lots of meals at the local restaurant, a couple of
extra blankets aboard and a certain amount of satisfaction when
you're done. This year looked to me to be a pretty easy year and
when I left I told my Beth that I wouldn't be more than
three days, but if I could do it in two, I'd use the cell phone and
call to let her know I'd be home earlier.
We've been awhile and a few days away never
anything with her work schedule and mine. I miss her and all her
freckles and softness, but it always is nice when I get home too.
This year everything went right. The weather cooperated, the
ablative coating was thin enough to need only minimal sanding, and
by 4 o'clock on Sunday I was done. I decided to go to the
showers, get cleaned up and head home and surprise Beth.
Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I called her, so I didn't. I
did stop and buy her a pot full of blooming daffodils which had
been forced over the winter, and sat it on the car's front seat
while I hummed my way homeward, expecting to surprise Beth.
The car glided around the last bend and up our driveway while I
relaxed, happy to finally be home with the task done for another
year. The porch light was on and there was a bicycle in the
driveway, which wasn't ours, which was unusual at 7:30 on a dark
Sunday evening.
I walked around the bike and thought that it looked almost like
Marcus Antaneau, a Nigerian who with his lived in a
6,000 square foot home three doors from ours. Curious
thing, but everyone in our subdivision were friends, or at least
nodding acquaintances.
It was my habit to walk back to the garden and check on the
plants before I went in, and I followed my habit that night as well.
The garden was fine, and I turned back toward the house to close
the car and to go in and say hello... when I noticed my master
bedroom lights were on and the shades partially open.
You could see in easily because of the low light inside, but no one
could see out, so I detoured over there to see what it looked like
since I'd never been outside like that before. The sidewalk was
just next to the two bedroom windows. I stopped when I got to it,
and carefully looked in.
Surprise would be putting it mildly. As far as I knew, she had
never cheated, and neither had I, but when I looked in I was
completely shocked to see the dark black skin of Marcus on his
back, laid across the cream-colored sheets of our king sized bed.
Next to him was my very-naked Beth on hands and knees, with
her eyes focused on Marcus’ groin, where his erection
was waving and standing firm. Her hung down, brushing
back and forth over his thighs, and her stomach sagged below the
dark bush between her parted legs which were moving in little,
regular movements.
My heart stopped and my breathing staggered while I attempted
to take it all in. At first, I couldn't, and wouldn't believe it.
During the time I was coming to grasp with the reality of what I
saw, Beth reached out and put one hand at the base of his
stomach and curled her slim fingers and palm around his cock down
at the base in his curly hair, then pulled the skin upward while
she watched with parted lips and obvious lust.
Her naked knees were apart, and she was almost panting. Her
butt was totally exposed and obviously ready. I'd never seen her
from an angle like this while we had sex. It was damned exciting,
in a perverse sort of way, and had me stopped cold, not even
worrying about the fact that it was my I was watching. I was
surprised at all of it, but I did nothing to stop it. As I stood, they
continued, passion totally controlling them.
As her curled hand pulled the skin upward, it slid over the
helmeted head of his huge cock and hid it beneath the rich black
skin, showing only the outline, which she dripped one drop of spit
onto. Obviously, he had an uncircumcised and very large cock. I
wasn't small or average, maybe above average, but this was enough
to get any woman who gone this far excited enough to go the rest
of the way.
The contrast with his dark skin on the sheets and my
wife's fair skin was a tableau that just never occurred any other
way, and kept me speechless and motionless. I ought to have run
in and shot the bastard, or maybe both of them, but I didn't.
Instead, I just stood there doing something I'd never done before
.....I watched.
Marcus, on the other hand was very involved. He tensed the
muscles of his butt, which pushed his cockhead towards her face
as he reached out for one of her swinging and held her
nipple between his fingers and thumb and pulled as her hand
pulled the skin back down the shaft to reveal the pinkish-colored
head of his cock with it's wet little drip of clear lubricant
which oozed out of the slit at the top.
It was too much for Beth who swallowed it with one gulp,
obviously wrapping her tongue around the shaft, laving it with
spit and passion. Her other hand found his balls and lifted them
from the sheets, and she rolled them in her palm. As she did,
she started bucking her hips, which were now facing me.
Her bottom was open and her swollen and rounded on both
sides, with moisture lacing the long joint where her lips came
together, undulating down its length.
As I watched, her hips stopped, jiggled then started to move
rhythmically until she took her mouth off his cock and said
something to Marcus that I couldn't hear. It was all he needed
as he hoisted her up then helped her straddle his legs with hers,
putting her right over the head of his cock. She reached
down as they kissed and guided the head against her lips.
No more than one rub up and one part way down, and she
slammed her hips over it and forced it inside her with one
powerful and needy shove.
They stroked like that five or six times until her stomach
muscles coiled and ground. She started that squeezing inside
which meant she was going to cum. When she did, she pushed
her hips down as he pulled until Marcus’ cock was inside her
all the way to the curly hair at the base, expanding her width
and making her head tip back and cry out as she came.
Her splatter came oozing out past her lips which sealed
imperfectly now against Marcus’ wide cock, and ran down
his balls as she came and came in pulse after pulse until he
couldn't help himself, and thrust his upward, carrying
her entire body with it as he came.
It was too much. My cock was hard as a rock, and I wanted to kill
both of them... or watch forever. It was hard to tell which, and
hard to tell what to do next. Somehow, barging in didn't seem to
be the thing to do any longer so I went back to the car, started
it and left the driveway to drive around the block and cool off
for ten or fifteen minutes. When I was cooler, I decided that
the cell phone might be the first thing for me to do, and see what
she would do when I called and said I was ten minutes away.
I dialed and it rang three times before she picked it up. It was
very quiet on her end when I told her I'd finished early and had
a flower for her in ten minutes when I'd be home. She was
valiant, hardly did more than skip a quick breath as she told me
she'd be taking a shower when I got there and would be right out.
I hung up, looked at my watch and waited ten minutes. In five,
Marcus came out with his underwear wadded into a pocket, grabbed
his bike and rode out of our driveway and over to his house. In
ten, I pulled in the driveway and took the flowers and my sailing
stuff inside and put the painting stuff away before saying hello
into the master bathroom.
It was always nice to see a freshly made bed and a clean
after being gone two days. There was a new room deodorant
spray smell in the room, which was pleasant but doubtless
covered up the musky smell of sex.
Somehow, I managed a ‘hello’ and revealed nothing. Beth finished
her shower and must have been the greatest actress ever to join
me and act like absolutely nothing had happened other than skin and wide eyes presumably from her shower.
I suppose I was but at the same time, I had been wildly
excited and knew that in the cosmic calculus, she "owed" me
one. It would be one I'd never taken, and I kind of liked the
idea that I could do the same and be guilt free. Maybe after
I had, I would bring it all up and we could be balanced again.
Time would tell as we spent the evening as we always did before
bed. In bed, she was unreal, my cock and fucking me like
there was no tomorrow, even sliding her ass over it, which was
usually only a birthday treat. This wasn't all bad, and I was the
only one who knew that I knew!
By Monday, I was back in the groove and we returned to work...
her at hers and me at mine. Nothing happened while we were
around each other constantly, and two weeks passed with me
wondering when I ought to see about getting my little guilt-free
affair in. Truth is, I had no clue.
The problem took care of itself a week later. I work at home
some days, and this Tuesday was one of those days. Beth went in
to work and I worked all morning long in my studio. At noon, I
took a break and went for a walk. I circled the development and
returned past Marcus’ house. When I got near the garage, I
could see his wife, BelAnn, inside, agitated and upset. I said
hello and she only waved... which was unusual... so I walked
up the drive to see if I could help.
Well, when I got there, I could see she had been crying. I
didn't need to say anything because she stopped with a decisive
nod of her head to herself and motioned me over into the garage.
"Bill, I'm glad you came over. Please come inside with me.
There is something I have to talk about with you."
I was pretty sure I knew that it was going to come out, or already
had, about her Marcus and my Beth... and I hesitated. She
reached out and touched my hand with hers saying, "Come on,
silly. I won't bite."
She turned and walked the length of the garage in her soft dress
as I followed her through it, then up the few steps into the
house. When we were inside she reached around for the garage
opener and triggered it down. "We don't need stray pets in here.
Come in. Can I get you a soft drink? A beer maybe?"
BelAnn was a very light-skinned black woman with perhaps a hint of
European somewhere in her background. She was tall at 5' 10" and
had a narrow waist with generous hips atop long and slender legs.
Her neck was elegant and her eyes piercing with soft, fashioned as much European as her African heritage.
When she turned and asked me about the beer, I couldn't help
but notice her that swelled the top of her simple dress,
obviously swinging freely without the benefit of a bra. If you
were into counting size, I'd have to guess 44DD and full nipples.
It was enough to get a reaction from my libido.
She cut right to the chase. "You know about Marcus and Beth?"
All I could do was take a sip and nod. "Was it just once?"
She sniffled, firmed up then said, "Yes, just once with Beth."
"How do you feel about it, BelAnn?"
"You know, I'm hurt, worried, all that. He's been in demand
before and I've had to find a way to live with it. Have you and
Beth talked about it too?"
"No. In fact, she doesn't know I know. I got home early and
happened to walk around back and see them through the window.
I felt like a voyeur and waited until Marcus left before I came in.
Cowardly, I guess."
"I've never watched anyone else do it. If you watched, you know
why she had Marcus, don't you?"
I just nodded. "He's striking and," I paused there. "He's big,
very big and very black."
"Exactly. Well, I wouldn't hold it against her, she's not his
first." She looked sideways and puzzled and asked, "By the way,
why didn't you say something to her?" She looked curiously,
waiting for an answer.
I stumbled and fumbled for words at the directness of her
question. "Well, I, ah, uh, I sort of figured it was part of the
cosmic calculus."
She pulled her head up and her eyes regained their smile as she
whipped the following toward me. "The what?"
"I've never cheated, and now I figure now I am owed one.
After that I was going to tell her and see where it would lead."
She laughed enough to shake the big resting inside her
cotton dress. "The cosmic calculus, eh. Has it worked out for
you yet?"
Explosively, I snorted. "Christ, BelAnn, I haven't done
anything. Nothing, zip, nada."
BelAnn's eyes flashed at me, and she put her elegantly-long hand
out touching my knee. "Want to?"
"With you?"
She looked straight into my eyes and nodded before saying, "Now.
It's time I got some of that cosmic calculus as well."
Even more stunned than I had been the other night looking
through the window, all I could think of was to repeat my
question. "Now?"
"Uh, huh." When the word left her lips, she winked, reached up,
ripped the top of her dress open and spilled the biggest I'd ever seen out before my eyes and she said, "Hold them. You
won't regret it."
They swung from the middle of her chest out to her sides and
back, heavy with flesh and firmness as she moved my hand to the
bottom of her right breast. I cupped my right hand over her aureole
and nipple; holding the weight of it in my hand.
She looked down and parted her lips when she sighed with the
feelings my touch sent through her body. "Hal, look at how
white your hand looks against my skin? Isn't it wonderful?"
I melted with one look around, to be sure we were alone, before
nodding and moving my head closer to hers and feeling the heat
of her lips which were without makeup but wide and somewhat
thicker than Beth's; sensual just by existing.
Our lips touched and she moved her legs apart but closer to me,
shimmying and shaking to drop the dress from her hips, leaving her
standing with swaying and a pair of white high-cut panties.
Her mouth opened and my tongue went inside as she did the same
to me. Below, her hand had coursed across my chest, unbuckled
my belt and undone my pants which dropped. That caused me to
step away, dressed only in my boxers.
BelAnn on my tongue and pushed her other against
me as her hand slid inside my shorts and found my balls. She
cradled them before feeling upward and moving around my
fully engaged cock. Her touch was electric, and I pulled back
from her lips approvingly.
As I did so, she whispered in my ear, "This is only the second
cock I've ever touched, Hal, but it's the second big one I've had
and I'm going to fuck you until your cosmic clock is cleaned
out."
Before I could even move, she dropped to her knees, sliding
down my front and over my cock, and the head inside her
mouth. I watched as her lips sealed around it and felt the warmth
of my cockhead at the back of her throat. Then her tongue moved
over and around my shaft, cushioning it, cradling it, heating it
with her moisture.
"No white woman could ever match the ability of her large tongue
and lips to suck a cock," was the only thought that ran through my
mind. Certainly Beth hadn't been able to come close. I felt like
I had died and gone to heaven as Bahai held my balls and
my cock, inhaling in noisy, fast breaths.
Over her back I looked down the bumps of her spine to where her
hips divided and I could see the tips of her vaginal lips and hair
as they glistened, swelled and moved with her efforts. The more
I watched, the more I really wanted my cock inside this dark-skinned
goddess... and later on to lay atop her tits.
She must have felt it and moved easily when he asked her, "BelAnn,
honey, I want you and I want you now. Let's go to the bedroom...
on your bed."
Her slurp as my cock slipped out of her mouth was answer enough
before she sprinted away down the hall, big butt cheeks flying,
and legs churning as I raced to catch up.
She fell on the bed and rolled onto her back. Then she pulled her
legs up to her and showed me her pussy. I stopped and touched
it, the first black I had ever touched!
She jerked and ground her hips at my touch, but moaned happily
as I returned and parted her lips with my finger to reveal the pinkest
inner I'd ever seen, surrounded by dark skin. It was too
much, and my head bobbed and my tongue touched her button in
the keyhole at the top of her pussy. She screamed, "Shit, Hal.
Shit, Shit, Shit. Fuck me. Fuck me now."
By this time, my cock was dripping my own juices as I slid my
tongue up her vagina... and then down and dug it into her pink
and moist opening.
I took my time and did it three times before I noticed her
tummy starting to jerk spasmodically. Quickly, I raised my
head and positioned my cock in front of her pussy. I guided it
up against her with my hand. I took the head and placed
it just below her clit and gently pushed enough to bury the rim
within her outer lips... before sliding it lower and lower until her
push swallowed and enveloped me.
When I felt the head of my cock spreading her opening, then
getting past it, I picked up the pace and begin stroking into
her and out, in and out as I felt her anus with my wet little
finger. I eagerly the nipple she offered me. When I
released it she grunted and turned her large tit to herself and
sucked the same nipple while I watched and drove my cock
against her cervix. Her heat flooded me with her first orgasm.
I stopped, let my cock fill her, then when her last spasm was
done I withdrew partly until the top of my cock was raking the
rough little patch of skin inside her body... directly behind her
clit. I raked it once, and then again, as I moved up and back
inside her, never moving more than an inch.
It was too much for BelAnn. She screamed a long wail and
came all over me while pulling myself deeper against her.
For me, the intense pleasure was too much. A flood of my
white, creamy liquid shot into her in pulses. That set her off
once again.
Neither of us were done. We both settled down to some
serious pumping for several strokes before I rolled to the side,
rolled her up and on top of me. There she controlled the pumping
and swung her massive too and fro until I grabbed one in
each hand and pulled until she leaned toward me and used her
muscles to squeeze my cock, getting one last squirt of my in the process.
She wasn't human right then, nor was I as we both grunted,
sweat and smelled the sweat of our fucking. She lifted up and
turned enough to suck my cock back to life. When she had
examined it, licked it and felt the taste of both their juices,
she kneeled over it again. But this time, Bahai rubbed it with
her until it was wet again. Then she put it against her ass
and slowly slid her butt over my renewed cock, burying it in
her rectum. She just smiling that special smile down at me.
I used my fingers and entered her vagina, touching my own cock
inside her body through the tissues that narrowly separated the
two channels. She twitched and leaned forward with lips open to
mine. When we kissed, we both tasted the mixture of our
combined cum... the that she had licked from my cock.
Her hand found the she had discarded in haste and she
rubbed it across her before bringing it to my nose. I
inhaled it as I came one last time. She came too. As she fell in a
screaming faint, the landed around my neck where they
rested as we lay entwined, connected and filled with the
energy of the sex we had just completed.
Neither of us could speak. Nor did we want to. We were both
now emotionally discharged enough that she curled her head
against my neck and began to breath deeply, began to nap,
happy with what she'd just done.
Spent, I joined her and we slept a contented twenty minutes
curled and wet with each other's juices until she stirred and
whispered, "What should we do now, Hal?"
"You mean, do we tell them?"
"Yeah, that's what I was wondering."
"What do you think we ought to do, BelAnn?"
Her wiggle told me what she'd say as she answered. "I think we
ought to keep the cosmic calculus to ourselves... until we've got it
right, don't you?"
I laughed and squeezed her. "So far we have only done it in two
positions, right, BelAnn?"
"Sixty Seven to go until we even begin to think about finishing
the calculus... by my way of thinking," she responded with a
devilish grin.
I let my hand roll one of her large over, and felt the
button on the end as I kissed her ear. "Honey, it's going to take
years for you and I to get this perfected. We can tell them once
we get it right, eh?"
She nodded, kissed my neck after moving her aside and
balling the wet nylon into the pocket of my pants.
"Find someplace safe for these, and when you want me, take them
out, feel me in them and come to me. I'll be here. Marcus and
Beth have no clue what they've started!"
Any reasonable would have to agree. Even one whose cock
was swelling and whose smile was nearly adding a new face to my
skull. It was new and different, but it was definitely part of the
cosmic calculus... and it was working out beautifully.
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