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@woodsmanwife (aka Lydia Luxy) is goddamn perfect!
I love this shirt.
XoXo Jenny
Do we have a deal?
XoXo Jenny
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Don’t be shy. I know you want it.
XoXo Jenny
“Would three be okay?”
<Husband nods>
“Hmmmm. What about four… no five?”
<Husband nods again with a smile>
“Five it is then… But one more thing… I want them all to be Black.”
<Husband’s cock explodes in his pants>
<Wife laughs and starts texting her favorites>
XoXo Jenny
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I don’t know what part of my fucked up brain makes me this way, but it’s true. I don’t even need to be attracted to the guy, but in the case of his co-worker Steve—I am.
They do landscaping together. He’s taller and bigger than my boyfriend (I assume bigger all over). He’s darker too and has way too many tattoos… He always looks like he hasn’t showered or shaved in a week, and he smells of sweat and must and gasoline.
I have a fantasy where I show up to drop off my boyfriend Mark’s lunch, but he isn’t there. He’s close by though, maybe using the bathroom of the house they’re working on. I’m wearing a light sundress without any panties or bra. Steve puts his lunch down and takes my hand, pulling me away to their truck just around the corner. He says he knows what I want and tells me not to waste any time, so I pull out his cock—one that dwarfs the size of my boyfriend’s—and go down on him, right there, in the front seat with the windows open.
His cock would not taste good, but that only turns me on more. The sweat and the salt and the way he shoves my head down further, choking me with my boyfriend so close by… The need eventually overwhelms me and I throw all caution to the wind as I hop onto his lap and guide his filthy cock into my fresh pussy—showered and shaved. I bounce wildly on top of him, flipping my hair and moaning, cumming multiple times before begging for his cum… Only then when he’s bursting inside me do I look around and find Mark and all their crew standing around the truck, watching us as Steve’s cum drips out of my pussy.
I let Steve out of the truck and order Mark inside to the passenger seat, where I turn and spread my legs before ordering him to feed on me right there… I smile at his “friends” as I squeeze my legs tighter when he gets me close to another orgasm, bursting all over his face…
I give him a kiss and point out the lunch I brought for him before driving away. Does that make me a bad girlfriend or a perfect girlfriend?
XoXo Jenny
Thank you for reading all that! Read more of my fantasies and all the things I actually do on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/queenjennyxoxo
Would you do that for me?
XoXo Jenny
I wrote this one a while back, but I’d like to point out that when I said “another man’s cum”, what I really meant was “at least one other man’s cum”.
They’ll start filling me the night before at my bachelorette party, and at least a few more will help celebrate my wedding day with me right before walking down the aisle. Oh, and I want at least one of them to finish in my mouth so my sweet husband can taste their cum, fresh on my lips.
XoXo Jenny
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I swear sometimes I think I’m too good to you haha
XoXo Jenny
Consider this the chef’s kiss before sending us off to be with another man…
XoXo Jenny
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Who thinks I should do this?
XoXo Jenny
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Confession: My sister and I share more than just clothing.
XoXo Jenny
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I’ve had my boyfriend do this for me more times than I can count.
XoXo Jenny
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I’m always looking for more BFF’s like this ;)
XoXo Jenny
The Night That Woke The Neighbors
My middle sister and I aren’t the only Snowbunnies in the house anymore.
I’m posting this story on March 19, 2023, but it’s about the night of January 21, 2022 and what a man named Andre did to me while my parents were home. That was the night that changed everything. It set off a chain of events that played out over the past year, turning my mother’s once timid curiosity into a full-blown infatuation. A few weeks ago, we invited him back again… together.
Before I tell you about all that, here’s what I wrote about that night back in January of last year:
They all know I have a boyfriend. Mark and I have been together since high school. We love each other more than ever, but some things have changed over the past few years since I started I turned him into my cuckold.
I’ve been taking walks around my neighborhood while wearing Queen of Spades gear. I’ve picked up landscapers who work in their yards. I’ve gotten picked up and dropped off by dozens of tall, very dark men. They should already have known what I prefer to do with nearly every second of my free time. If that wasn’t enough, then this was the night they figured it out.
I couldn’t wait to see Andre again. He’s unlike any man I’ve ever been with and it’s not just his extra thick nine inch black cock that’s got me hooked.
My thinly veiled begging texts put me in a certain kind of sub space. After calling him “Daddy” during our first night together, I wore my “DADDY’S GIRL” collar for him on night two. That second time was at the same motel as the first, but I’d offered up my bedroom instead. He said no after I told him we wouldn’t be alone. He said he didn’t want to hold back. I didn’t push back at the time. Not to mention that the idea he was planning on fucking me so hard that he didn’t want to have to worry about my parents made me soak.
You may wonder why I wanted him in my own bed to begin with, knowing we wouldn’t be alone. It’s difficult to fully explain how that part of my brain works, but it’s kind of like an additional trigger or button that gets pushed (on top of all the many others) when I’m getting destroyed by a Big Black Cock just down the hall from my parents.
I started off with a few texts asking what he was doing. Then I got desperate and mentioned how bored I was. Then I had to come up with a lie about my boyfriend canceling on me, hoping he’d step in to save the day… Nope. He already had plans. Then, the next time I had my boyfriend Mark over, I told him about all of it. There’s great power in being able to tell your boyfriend how badly you want to fuck someone else, and then admit the lengths to which you’ve gone to make it happen. It’s one thing to have a spur of the moment, force of nature moment with someone—that’s easy to explain to your significant other. But this was so much deeper… I’d already had this man and had him a second time, but there I was, describing how I was willing to do anything to have him again. It wasn’t just about how gorgeous Andre is or the way he filled and stretched me or choked and talked down to me… I just needed to be with him again—to please him and make him feel so good that he’s trembling while cumming inside me.
Mark convinced me to send Andre pictures. I smiled and handed him my phone. He started taking close-up pictures of me in my bed with my big black toy and writing text to go with them of “wish you were here” and “miss you, Daddy”. Yes, I made Mark type them out and send everything while I played.
Not long after he got the last picture, he called. Mark handed me the phone with excitement, like one of my girlfriends would’ve, making me laugh. Andre didn’t ask how I was or try to have phone sex (though I tried at first). He asked specifics about my house like floor plan kind of stuff and where everyone would be “if” he came over. I answered every question like Daddy’s good girl while Mark went down on me. Finally, Andre told me he was coming over. So I did what any good girlfriend would do… I kept Mark around long enough to help get me ready for Andre, then kicked him out. But not before letting him snap a picture with his own phone of me sitting on the edge of my bed, staring up at him with the same look I planned on showing Andre later that night…
I stayed barefoot and threw a baggy t-shirt over the lacy white bra and panties set Mark picked out (which he bought for me) to walk him downstairs to let him out. My mom was shutting the lights down in the kitchen as my dad came out of his office, both were ready to head up for bed. Dad said goodbye to Mark and my mom was voiced her surprise at us having such an early Friday night, assuming he was staying over when he arrived then left with an overnight bag in his hand. That was the plan, of course, but plans… evolve.
I kissed him goodbye and made a promise to call him after Andre was finished with me. I came back in to warn my parents that my night was actually far from over.
In case you didn’t know this already, my parents let me invite “guests” back because they know its either that or I go out somewhere else (less safe) to do it. It’s become a balancing act between serious talks and joking about how prolific I’ve been.
Neither of my sisters were home that night, so all my mom wanted was a promise that I try to keep it down. “That part’s never up to me,” I said with a smile.
My parents went upstairs and shut their bedroom door. I stayed in the dimly lit silence of the living room. I wanted to answer the door wearing just the white bra and panty set Mark picked out, so I tossed my shirt onto the couch and stood by the window, waiting for Andre.
I decided to call Mark after I got impatient. I told him how excited I was and asked what he was doing and thinking about. My fingers found their way inside my panties as I listened to him talk, then another man’s voice from behind scared the absolute shit out of me, making me almost throw my phone…
My dad apologized with a quick and passing "sorry” as he kept walking toward his office. I told Mark I was fine and laughed about it, then said I’d call him back later. Dad walked by again holding his phone up in his hand as if that were enough to shield his view of me. “Forgot my phone,” he said, “I saw nothing.” And off he went, passing through the living room one more time, retreating to the stairs as I was left standing there wondering how much he actually saw.
Whatever it was, it would pale in comparison to what came later…
When Andre arrived, I opened the door wide and proud, displaying myself to him and anyone who might be lucky enough to see me with this tall, dark stranger—a man who was clearly not my beloved boyfriend. He looked delicious in his dark blue jeans and plain white shirt. I wanted to drop to my knees right there and show him how happy I was to see him, but he walked toward me, guiding me back.
He put one hand on my hip then slipped it down to grab my ass while kicking the door shut with a slam that must’ve alerted my parents. If I hadn’t been honest, by telling them I was waiting on a “guest”, they’d have come down to investigate.
If they did, they’d have found me my legs wrapped around Andre as he kissed me and squeezed my ass with both hands. The house was silent and the only lights on were dimmed in the kitchen behind us. Not a word was spoken, only soft moans. I could’ve stayed in his arms, kissing him for hours, but he needed more and let me go, allowing me to slip down to my knees and pull out his Big Black Cock, instantly thick and throbbing in my hand, then my mouth…
Even for me, this was bold.
I didn’t try to be quiet. I didn’t hold back. I sucked, spit and slurped all over his shaft and balls before gagging and choking myself on the shaft. Andre went back and forth between fucking my face and letting me do it on my own. He told me to drop my hands a few times, which is a habit that I have… I like to rub and hold the balls while I suck, thinking about all the hot cum I’m getting ready down there… But he preferred my hands behind my back as I looked up at him with eyes that begged for him to fuck me.
After what he said when I invited him over the first time, I didn’t think he’d let me go this far in my downstairs, knowing my parents were home and could walk down anytime. I found out later he had a bad experience with an overzealous father who wasn’t super thrilled with his daughter’s decision making and tried taking it out on him… It didn’t end well for anyone involved, but I assured him my parents knew what was up.
Andre pointed to my dad’s recliner and told me to “Get over there,” then as I stood, he told me to crawl.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, looking back as I dropped to all fours.
“Now you can get up,” he said as I got to the recliner, where he bent me over. I put my hands on the seat as he lined up behind me. He slapped his cock on top of my ass with a heavy thud. The heat of it set me on fire. He ran his finger under my panties, letting the back of his finger rub across my pussy as he pulled them down, gently at first… Then spanked my ass. He spread me apart and let his cock slide down from my lower back, down by my asshole, then told me to put it in. I reached back and guided him inside, letting him fuck me right there over my dad’s recliner.
I tried to be quiet. I tried not to scream, even as he fucked me harder and deeper. I couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans from slipping through my lips, thrust out from someplace deep in my soul as he crashed through my insides. I knew we were being too loud, but it felt too good to stop. My pussy was soaking wet and the sounds of him plunging inside me echoed through the high ceilings of our living room, and, most certainly, up to the second floor.
All belief that this was going to be a quickie downstairs leading to the main event in my bedroom was destroyed when he kicked off his sneakers and jeans.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, spanking my other cheek.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied again, looking back at Andre as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his broad chest and abs that tensed up each time he forced himself deeper. And he was right… That was exactly what I wanted. I wanted a man bold enough to fuck me right there, in the middle of my house. Not for any other reason than for how “wrong” it was or what rules I was breaking… And with all that overwhelming me, I couldn’t help but say it… “Fuck me harder.”
Maybe it’s because I knew I shouldn’t say it, but nothing could’ve turned me on more in that very moment… I should’ve told him to take me to my room, but no. And once Andre let himself go, he wasn’t about to fuck me like my boyfriend would—slow and quiet, hoping not to wake anyone. Andre fucked me like he wanted the whole neighborhood to hear my screams… The screams that I tried so hard to suppress until one then another was forced out as he cratered his Big Black Cock as deep as he could. My juices were exploding through my first orgasm, dripping down my legs and splashing onto the floor below us while he rubbed his thumb over my ass, grinding it in hard, making me crave anal more than I could put down in words.
I wanted to beg him to fuck my ass, but I didn’t. I hate to ask for anal, though, sometimes I will beg out of complete and utter need. I try to hold back because I love nothing more than a man who just takes it from me. That’s right, that’s your ass, now use it. Fuck me however you want… And that’s what Andre did.
I was too lost in the moment to say no when he sat me at the edge of the recliner, knowing I was about to soak it. I just didn’t care anymore, wanting to be as dirty as I could, so I leaned back and let Andre fuck me right there, on my dad’s most sacred spot in the house. Though the recliner has been upgraded, that was the same spot where I used to sit on his lap and he’d read books to me… But there I was, removing my bra as Andre pulled my panties the rest of the way off. There I was being spread apart with my legs pressed in a split so they split across his armrests. There I was getting stuffed, stretched and fucked… There I was cumming all over a nine inch Black cock. And there I was saying the words, “I’m cumming, Daddy.”
That word triggered Andre again… While my legs were still shaking, he exploded inside me, filling me with hot reams of fresh cum. And he stayed deep inside, almost unmoving, connecting with me, eye to eye, as I took every last drop.
And just like that, he pulled out and walked away. I was left in a haze, sitting in a puddle as I watched him walk toward the kitchen. I followed him, but he pointed to the ground, so I crawled the rest of the way. He opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. With the door left open and the light covering his glistening body, I got up to my knees and sucked our shared juices off him, making the blood rush back, hardening him up all over again while he drank the whole bottle of water.
I wanted to ask him if he wanted to take me upstairs. I was about to beg him to fuck me in my own bed. But he’d put me in this sub space that made any request feel out of line. If he wanted to fuck me on the kitchen counter or dinner table, I’d have let him… But he read my mind and told me to lead the way. I left my bra and panties where they were and slow-walked him upstairs. We got to the top, and he pointed to the end of the hall. “Is that your parents bedroom?”
“Yes.”
He took my hand and walked me toward their room, but I pulled back and shook my head in a silent scream of “no!” But he didn’t stop. I hoped that maybe he just wanted to fuck me right there in the hall… Maybe he wanted them to hear what he was doing to their daughter, and how much I loved it. I even thought, for a split second, that maybe he was going to open their bedroom door and…
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If this gets enough love I’ll post the rest of what happened here… If you don’t want to wait, you can join me on my Patreon page where you’ll get to read everything that’s happened since, including the most intense sexual experience of my life… To give you an idea of what made it so epic, I titled it “Owning Us All”. Yeah…
XoXo Jenny
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I wanna hear your reactions, reblog your responses!
XoXo Jenny
I’m 22, but still live at home. Even though I’ve had the same boyfriend since High School, my parents let me invite men back to the house. They know what kind of relationship we have. What I’m about to share with you was so intense it sparked someone else’s curiosity in the house… My mom.
I always tried to be quiet out of fear they’d take away my house pass, but that all changed with Andre… I already posted Part One to this here:
https://www.tumblr.com/queenjennyxoxo/712249992956477440/the-night-that-woke-the-neighbors?source=share
Here’s where I left off:
I wanted to ask him if he wanted to take me upstairs. I was about to beg him to fuck me in my own bed. But he’d put me in this sub space that made any request feel out of line. If he wanted to fuck me on the kitchen counter or dinner table, I’d have let him… But he read my mind and told me to lead the way. I left my bra and panties where they were and slow-walked him upstairs. We got to the top, and he pointed to the end of the hall. “Is that your parents bedroom?”
“Yes.”
He took my hand and walked me toward their room, but I pulled back and shook my head in a silent scream of “no!” But he didn’t stop. I hoped that maybe he just wanted to fuck me right there in the hall… Maybe he wanted them to hear what he was doing to their daughter, and how much I loved it. I even thought, for a split second, that maybe he was going to open their bedroom door and make them watch, but he pulled me into the bathroom. It borders their bedroom and deep, penetrative sounds easily pass through…
I went in without turning the light on, but he flipped it on. He wanted to see me. Andre’s voice is deep enough to rattle a low bass hum through the walls, and he made sure to use it. I love being told what to do, but there was something even hotter about doing it while knowing my parents might hear. Could they hear him tell me to get on my knees? Could they hear him tell me to open my mouth? Maybe they heard him tell me how good I look sucking on his Black balls.
I wondered what they would think if they heard him tell me to choke on it, followed by sounds of gagging and spitting drool across his glistening Black shaft. Would they conjure images? Would they be angry or… Would they just sit and listen or…
Did they hear the names he called me? Could they hear him talk about my boyfriend? I wonder what they’d have thought about me getting off to another man who demeaned Mark like that. Andre ordered me to tell him whose mouth this is. “This is your mouth, Daddy,” I answered, maybe a bit more loudly than I should’ve. And that was just the first of many…
Did they hear him order me to my feet, just so he could bend me over and fuck me from behind against the sink I share with my sisters? All three of our things were there in front of me, reminding me of them… What would they think if they heard any of this?
Could they hear Andre spank my ass and call me a whore? Why did it turn me on so much more when he got louder? Why did my moans explode from my lungs without hesitation while his Big Black Cock exploded through my pussy?
When he asked whose pussy that was, I spoke loudly over the constant soaking wet smacking sounds of his body ramming into mine, “It’s yours, Daddy.” I orgasmed twice while looking at him through the mirror in front of me, watching his eyes glaze over and close then open as if he were in a trance… I loved watching the effect my tight pink pussy had on his Big Black Cock as he brought me to the corner of the counter near the toilet. I put my foot up on the edge of the seat, giving him a new angle. He slowed down and gave me singular, deep, punishing thrusts, making me scream for the first time.
My screams only emboldened him to pull out of my pussy and force his way into my ass. My mouth opened for a scream that couldn’t come out. I held that feeling deep inside, letting it build as my raised leg shook uncontrollably. Once he pushed it inside, I released everything in a long, trembling moan as he kept feeding me more and more of his hot, throbbing cock.
I kept one hand on the counter and brought the other down to rub my pussy. With my foot up on the toilet seat, I thought about Mark down there on his knees. There was enough room for his loving tongue to do what my hand was forced to do. There’s not many better feelings in this world than to have a Big Black Cock in my ass while my boyfriend tongues my pussy, in the ultimate show of love, acceptance and support.
Andre put his hand on my throat and pulled me back to shove his tongue into my mouth. He kept his hand on my throat as he fucked my ass, pulling me back toward him to spit into my open mouth. And I loved it. I loved it all.
Andre picked me up into his arms and slammed my back against the door. It sounded like we’d slammed it shut. That was the first spike of worry that burst through my brain, since I knew that would be enough to wake my parents. But as soon as Andre was back inside me… As soon as he was fucking me helpless against that bathroom door… As soon as he stretched me open wide and filled me with all nine inches… I begged him not to stop. I only wanted him to fuck me harder and faster and louder. I was cumming. The orgasm shot from my pussy through every inch of my body. His cock slipped out and I squirted like a super-soaker cannon, dousing the tile floor so much he had to stop.
He put me on my feet. Before I could grab the hand towel to throw over my soak, he pulled me away, opened the door and sent me to my room. Mmmmm “Yes, Daddy.”
I walked out, soaking wet, completely naked, reddened all over from the rough sex… I didn’t even care. I walked through that hallway and looked back to find Andre two steps behind, his cock standing straight up honing in on my ass, needing me more than ever.
He left the light in the bathroom on. He didn’t let me throw a towel down, so maybe the light was meant to be a warning to my parents not to slip on their daughter’s mess.
In the six plus years I’ve been with my boyfriend, never once has he ever caused such a violent and explosive mess. Never once had I ever had multiple orgasms from penetration sex, never mind multiple orgasms in multiple rooms of the same house. In over six years, he’d never once fucked me anywhere close to as good as Andre had just in that bathroom… And he still wasn’t finished with me.
If you’re a cuckold reading this, especially one who loves a Snowbunny like me… that’s what you most need to understand. It’s not just about size or strength or stamina or method or rhythm or power or fearlessness or dominance or contrast or confidence or any one thing… It’s all of it. It’s that combination that makes us beg for more and crave them. It’s how they make us feel when we’re oh so willing, yet helpless. Imagine sex so good they can fuck us and walk out without a kiss or goodbye, and we’ll love them even more for it. It’s so good they can call us names and punish our bodies, but that only triggers us to submit further and deeper until they truly own us. Don’t worry. You’ll always have our hearts, but they own everything else.
Would you have it any other way?
But that’s the beauty of a cuckold… You understand those triggers and needs. You embrace them. You love us so much you want us to explore and never hold back. Our pleasure is your pleasure and it takes men like Andre to make both of our fantasies come to life. That’s why Mark tells me he watches my eyes more than anything else when I’m getting fucked. So go ahead and peer into the windows to my soul. I want you to see what they do to me. I need you to feel every deep stroke and count every orgasm.
I want you to see the smile grow on my face as he fills me with cum. I want you to kiss me and tell me you love me while his cock is still leaking inside… Then I want you to crawl between my legs and show me how much you love and accept me for who I am, for the needs I have, and the men that I crave. Keep your eyes locked on mine while you feed. Only you can me feel like a sweetly beloved princess after watching me get used like such a filthy fucking whore.
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Thanks for reading! XoXo Jenny
In honor of my fourth anniversary of cuckolding my boyfriend (now fiancé), I’m releasing all my favorite/hottest posts from our first year (2019) on my website’s new Free Library page here: https://queenjennyxoxo.wordpress.com/free-library/
Here’s my latest re-release from April 3, 2019:
I signed up for Tinder the day after I got my boyfriend’s approval to be with someone else; more specifically, someone with a (much) bigger cock… A Big Black Cock to be precise. That was all I needed to dive headfirst into my search, even though I had someone lined up. More than anything, I wanted to put myself out there and see what it was like.
It didn’t take long to find the kinds of men I was looking for—those who wanted the same thing as me. I didn’t want a relationship or regular thing. I didn’t want to go on a date or feel someone out. I just wanted a hookup without consequences.
As tempted as I was to meet up with a few different randoms shortly after signing up, I held off. I waited to share Aaron with Kayla, which happened on March 30. The day after Mark watched me give into another man, lose control on a cock twice as big as his, and cum harder than he’d ever made me—he reacted by giving me a pass to do it again.
Honestly, I was ready to do it again that same night with or without his permission. I kept replaying my time with Aaron over and over again. I needed more. I wanted someone new.
The guy I liked most over those first days of Tinder was also 18 and new to it. I liked that he didn’t seem to know what he was doing either. We matched and messaged before I was with Aaron, but I never told Mark about it. I loved how direct he was. When he asked if I’d “had black dick” yet (his exact words), I told him no.
And when we met up, I didn’t tell him about Aaron. He was very much into being my first and I didn’t want to ruin that for him—or for me. One of the best parts of my first time was being treated like I was a virgin all over again.
The night before we messaged (and I rubbed) in bed. He sent me pictures of every angle imaginable of his cock. It was almost too good to be true so I questioned if it was real. We made plans to hook up the next afternoon and I was a complete mess all day. I couldn’t pay attention to anything. I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock and all the things he promised to do to me.
I thought about telling Mark about him. I was a little worried about meeting him alone. The risk seemed more than worth the reward, especially if those pictures were real. The plan was to meet up at a coffee shop before going to his place. I drove to the coffee shop from school. He was already there, standing by his car in the lot. He looked just like his picture, thank God, setting my mind more at ease.
We stayed in the parking lot and talked for about five minutes before he told me his place wasn’t going to work because his mom stayed home from work. Would she mind if… I began to ask, but he shook his head and asked about my place. There was no way that was happening, not with the full house expected to be there, including at least one of my younger sisters. So he asked if I just wanted to drive around and “chill”.
I left my car and off we went in his. He asked where I wanted to go. I suggested a park that I like.
I never changed out of my school uniform. He kept looking over at my legs so I figured I’d tease him a bit by rubbing my thigh. I told him I was sore from gym while strategically pulling my skirt up. He stared so much, I had to tell him to watch the road. He laughed and said I was making it hard for him.
“Oh really? Am I making it too hard for you?” I asked. At first, I was joking/teasing, but saying those words and seeing his reaction made me take it to the next level, asking if I could feel it.
Was that too aggressive? I don’t care if it was. That’s how I am, and it started long before I met Mark… But, I have to say, it felt good putting myself out there to someone new—a secret someone that my boyfriend would know nothing about.
Of course he told me to go for it. I reached over to grip it in my hand, sizing him up, hoping this was the cock in the pictures he sent. Once I began stroking him, he told me to pull it out. He had on basketball shorts so I pushed them down and out he popped. I was so lost in the moment, I went to lean over, but realized I had to remove my seat belt.
I leaned down, but kept rubbing him, feeling him throb for me. I asked if he liked that. “I’d like your mouth on it better,” he said. You don’t have to ask me twice… I leaned in and took him into my mouth, eagerly sucking his Big Black Cock as he reached over my skirt.
My knees were on the front seat and my ass could be seen by anyone pulling up next to us, but I didn’t care. Let them see me. He pulled my skirt up further and rubbed my pussy through my panties as I worshiped what he thought was my first ever black cock.
He got aggressive and took his hand off my pussy, pushing my head down deeper, making me gag on it. Once he released me I held his balls and sucked him deep—trying to impress him. I thought I was doing such a good job that he’d be able to tell this wasn’t my first time.
He told me how good I was doing, how good my mouth felt, and how sexy I looked with a black dick in my mouth. He pulled my hair whenever he wanted to watch me, forcing me to the side of his cock, mostly when we hit stop lights. I was about to ask him to pull over to fuck me, but he exploded in my mouth. I’d just pulled my mouth off when he burst, shooting the first stream into my open mouth.
I sucked and swallowed every drop as he plunged his fingers into my wet pussy. He asked how I liked sucking my first black dick, but I knew he could tell the way I couldn’t stop even after cleaning him up. I gave it a few kisses before telling him how good he tasted and how badly I wanted to feel his Big Black Cock inside me. Yes, I said those exact words in the hopes of getting him horny again; horny enough to pull over and fuck me. But we were one block away from the coffee shop and that was that. He got what he wanted and I was left a soaking wet mess and more in need than before we hooked up.
I was hoping to get to that park so we could have sex outside, something exciting, but he circled around and never intended to go. I wish I had a better ending, but they can’t all be winners.
I rubbed myself on the way home then grabbed my big black toy from my nightstand, took it into the shower, and fucked myself until the hot water ran out. I jumped on Tumblr, scrolled though looking for BBC in cars porn to get myself off to, but got interrupted by my sister. So I grabbed my toy and went to shower, draining the hot water all over again. That’s basically all I did at home those first few weeks after Aaron—porn, shower, cum.
As soon as I got the real thing all I obsessed over it and planned new meets. I was addicted after a single time. The sex was that good. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced with Mark or any of the other boys I’d been with—not even the older men (my first addiction).
Even though this Tinder hookup didn’t give me the one thing I wanted most, the encounter wasn’t a complete failure. I love giving blowjobs, especially on the road. And I got my first solo experience (without Mark) out of the way.
I wanted to tell Mark about it, but I never did. I should’ve told him the night before or that afternoon right after school I felt bad about it for a while, like I’d done something wrong. Mark would’ve said yes, I think, but I liked the excitement of being bad. I liked having a deep, dark secret.
So I did the next best thing and made a promise to myself that I’d tell Mark about everything else as soon as I knew something might happen with another guy. I made that promise truly believing I’d keep it.
I didn’t.
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It’s nice that my fiancé loves cleaning me up, but I’d still sit on his face and make him eat it even if he didn’t.
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We have cameras set up in our house so my husband can watch when he's not home, so, the only time I get to play the "guess whose cum this is" game now is when I come back from seeing one of my regulars. I'll offer him a reward if he guesses right, like unlocking him if he's caged or jerking him off while telling him every detail of what that other man (or men) just did to me.
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Even though I'd bring them all back no matter what, I do like asking my husband questions like this just to hear him say it—to admit that he craves this as much as I do.
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There's one man I can never say no to... Aaron, the man who forever changed the course of me and my husband’s lives. I hate describing him as simply as “my first black cock”. He was, is, and forever will be so much more than that.
Outside of my father, Aaron was the only man whose approval I craved at my wedding. Having sex with him in those final minutes before saying "I do" was my way of telling him that although I’m marrying Mark, a part of me will forever be yours. (yes, you know which part 😉)
Our roles reversed on my wedding day. Normally, he's using me however he likes, but on MY day, I was in control. I took what I wanted and then sent him away; off to stand with Mark as one of his groomsmen where he’d have a perfect view of our first marital kiss.
So how did it happen? We had a plan...
We were getting married in the back yard of Mark’s family home. We (the wedding party) were alone in the house while everyone took their places outside. While the groomsmen huddled with Mark in his parent's bedroom, Kaycee stole Aaron away. Mark's friends know exactly who Aaron is to us (I've slept with most of them, too), but his dad was there as well, which I wasn't expecting.
Ahead of the wedding, Mark and I told our family members that Aaron wasn’t just a good friend of ours, but also of Kaycee’s. We told a sanitized version of how we all became friends since the truth would explode their brains. So, when she pulled Aaron away, there was at least some plausible deniability as she brought him into my room where I was waiting just down the hall to Melissa's (Mark's sister who moved out) old bedroom.
Kaycee brought Aaron to me with Mark, his father, and all his best friends just down the hall. She and the rest of my friends watched as I ordered Aaron onto the bed. I crawled up between his legs and unzipped his pants to remove his already throbbing ten inch black cock.
He knew this was going to happen. He knew what we planned when Mark and I asked him to be a part of our wedding. He knew I wanted his cum—and his cum alone—to drown my insides and drip down my legs while committing my heart to Mark.
I hadn’t yet put my panties on, knowing Aaron would be visiting. After lightly kissing and licking across his shaft and tip, I got on top of his lap. I pulled my dress up and hovered over his cock, about to grind my soak when I felt his cock slashing through my lips. My girlfriend Scarlett had taken him in hand to guide him inside me as I froze, hovering over him, letting her tease me until I couldn’t stand living another second without feeling his massive black cock deep inside me…
I tried not to moan too loudly as I lowered onto him, taking more than Mark could ever dream of giving me and I still had half of him to go. I didn’t want to ruin my dress, but I absolutely wanted to ruin his black pants. I wanted everyone to see the puddles of my juices and cum as I said "I do" to Mark.
I rode Aaron slow and deep while my friends watched. Those whose eyes met mine told the same story—they’d never seen anything as beautiful, raw, or intense as this.
Aaron pawed at my thighs, but let me take him as I pleased. He didn’t try to “ruin me” before my wedding—though he could've. My hair and makeup was as good as it’s ever going to get and he let me stay perfect for Mark… Perfect as one rolling orgasm turned into two and then three. I could barely breathe by the time he tensed up and squeezed my ass, telling me without words that he was about to explode.
Knowing it was coming, wanting all of it—every last drop—I took him as deep into my body as any man before him, feeling pressure into my chest. I kept bouncing as he squeezed my ass and forced me ALL the way down and emptied himself inside me.
My friends talked through most of it, if only to hide what we were doing from the boys down the hall, but I was so far removed from their discourse I felt like I was on another planet with Aaron. Like our bed had up and floated away… Until he came. That hot liquid rush sent me right back to where we were and who was down the hall... Mark, the man I love with all my heart.
I got off Aaron's lap and put my panties on, if only to stem the tide of a broken damn from a man that cums a LOT. There was so much that even after Aaron returned to Mark's room and everyone lined up outside, I still felt him inside me, dripping down my leg, as my father walked me down the aisle.
Aaron stood there, a few men down from Mark, watching me recite my vows. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek over, catching his eyes even though I knew I shouldn’t break from Mark’s… That’s just it, though, Mark knows me better than anyone. In some way, Mark probably liked watching my eyes veer off toward Aaron, even in that moment… I do know that he liked the wedding present Aaron left inside me because it was the first thing he reached for as we cuddled in the back of the limo in our first moments as husband and wife.
He wanted to hear every last detail as he fingered Aaron’s cum deeper inside me, but, there’s so much more you need to know about that limo ride and the driver I'd hand-selected without him knowing... so many details that need to be shared—all leading up to Mark telling our Black driver, “I want you to cum inside my wife.”
I will NEVER forget those words or the tone of his voice as he watched that random stranger fuck me with his Big Black Cock in my wedding dress—Right. Over. His. Lap.
XoXo 👑 Jenny
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My husband knows what I need, he just can't give it to me himself. So if another guy can get me to that place, I'll do anything—anything at all—to please him.
XoXo 👑 Jenny
Now beg me to feed it to you.
XoXo 👑 Jenny
And I can feel his cum dripping out of me...
XoXo Jenny
Could you walk up to a stranger and ask if he'd like to fuck your wife?