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Down the street from the Najjars, John Matthews awkwardly made his way home. His erection made it hard to walk any faster and even walking was hard to do properly. His penis leaked precum as he pictured his wife Tiffany in the arms of a big black man, just the way he had just seen Jamilah.Across the road, ahead of John, a stunningly beautiful woman in her early twenties jogged down the sidewalk. Her long wavy blonde hair lightly whisked through the air as she made her way in John’s direction. The soft skin of her big breasts jiggled out of the generous cleavage of her snug gym top, which slightly bounced up and down as she jogged. A top that also did very little to hide her perky nipples that pushed out the thin fabric. The woman’s exposed skin, her deep cleavage, and her flat tummy glistened with a thin layer of sweat, as did her silky smooth legs. Her matching gym bottom clung to her hips and bubble-shaped butt like a second skin. If there ever was a spitting image of a real-life Barbie, that would be her, Nikki Johanson.As the ever so happy-go-lucky Nikki came up to the intersection, she stopped and held up her camera. Smiling, she looked into it and snapped off a selfie, which she would later post on her popular Instagram page. Over the past two years, she had become quite the Instagram sensation with almost five million followers.It had just been a couple of months since she had moved to Valley County, where she had leased a house from a family who had been staying abroad.On the other sidewalk, John’s brisk walk home came to a crawl when he noticed Nikki. An effect she had on most men.”Hi, John!” Nikki waved at one of her friendly neighbors who had really made her feel at in the community of Valley County.John, who was already hard and aroused from thinking of his wife and having just left the Najjars where he had seen Jamilah with a black man, found himself even closer to cumming when he saw Nikki, and what she was wearing. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty and her sexy body. The way her tight butt and big breasts bounced when she jogged over was something out of this world. It made John almost forgot to breathe.Though too speechless to say hi, John did manage to put his hand up and wave to her.“Hi.” Nikki smiled and, having already run a couple of miles, huffed a little when she came over to John.“Ehm…” John couldn’t help but glance down at her beautiful and half sweaty body.Nikki smiled to herself when she saw the way John was looking at her. She loved when men ogled her body.“Hi… hi Nikki.” John finally managed to make eye contact.“You… been playing?” Nikki exhaled and took in some air, as she looked down and to the side.”Eh…” John tried to follow her glance but got stuck in her amazing cleavage. Her breasts looked so big and perfect tucked away underneath her tight top. John’s penis was absolutely leaking precum as he took a deep breath.“Oh, ehm, yeah tennis.” John just barely managed to say as he glanced down at his tennis racket, though his eyes kept going up to her chest.“Cool, I’ve been meaning to try out the court.” Nikki reached behind her back, bent her knee and took a hold of her right foot.”Well… I would be more than happy to show you around if you’d like.” John watched on intently as Nikki did some stretches.“Oh, that’s so nice of you.” Nikki parted her legs and bent forward just in front of John’s crotch.John gulped at the sight of Nikki bent over like that. His eyes moved down her straight back to her shapely hips and butt. He started breathing slightly faster as he recalled the photo she had posted on her Instagram not long ago in that same position. Thought that time she had been naked and there had been a big muscular and sweaty black man behind her.“Ah… ah ahhh.” Seeing Nikki like that, and just in front of him, was too much for John. He tried to keep in his small grunts as much as possible as he came in his shorts. His small spurts quickly formed a wet and damp spot on the front of his shorts.Nikki was still bent over when she heard John’s soft grunts. She smiled to herself when she did. It was something she had heard and seen many times before. Glancing up, she could even see the damp spot on John’s shorts.“Mm.” Nikki closed her eyes, raised herself up, put her hands and arms up in the air and stretched. She didn’t want to make John feel too embarrassed by looking at him just as he had come.Having had closed his eyes during the awkward moment, John opened his eyes, breathing slightly heavier, to find the beautiful sight of Nikki arching herself up towards the sky.Wow… Feeling emotional after having come, John was once again struck by her beauty.Nikki, having waited a moment to open her eyes, finally did, and relaxed from her stretch. As she looked at John, she found him looking at her in sweet awe whilst also softly panting. Though as he saw her, his expression quickly turned to one of surprise and embarrassment.“Well, have to get back to my exercise. See you around, John, and say hi to Tiffany for me.” Nikki smiled as she jogged off to the side of John.“I… yes… bye…” John sighed as he watched her perfect behind when she jogged away down the sidewalk. Though suddenly he was overcome with a sense of embarrassment when he felt the dampness in his shorts and realized that he had just come right in front of her.Oh… John looked around a bit awkwardly to see if anyone had seen him with Nikki. He knew that he must have made quite the face when he came. Not seeing anyone around, he quickly turned the corner and continued down the sidewalk towards his house.Less than a minute later he walked up to 23 Pelican Lane, his white picket fence. It was a large and beautiful classic two-story wood and brick home. The light grey wooden panels of the house and the Vienna chateau color of the bricks really brought out the exclusive nature of the exterior. In the twin driveway, John’s silver Mercedes Maybach S600 was parked next to his wife’s BMW 6 series convertible.Even though he had just climaxed in his tennis shorts, John was still in a hurry to get home to his wife. An idea had popped into his head ankara travesti on his way home which made him even more eager to get home. Even to the point that he considered jumping over the wooden white picket fence stand stood in front of his house. Though at the last second he realized that he would probably end up hurting himself if he tried jumping it, so he made his way down the sidewalk to the open gate.Just as he walked through the open gate, and up the stone tiled pathway to his house, a car passed behind him on the street. Turning around he recognized the car. A convertible belonging to one of his niece’s friend’s, a rather talented track and field runner at the Valley College, where his niece also attended. Though John had only met the young black man once, he had made sure to remember his name, Tyrel Wilson.His father’s advice still ringed in his hears from when he was a teenager. John had come home and found his father in the kitchen making one of his extravagant meals. His father, George, a renowned cook, always made one of his special dinners when he had forgotten something that he and John’s mother Louise had planned. Though it didn’t happen very often, it did happen once in a while, something John had caught onto.Though as John walked up to the kitchen he noticed that his father was making steak, something he knew that his mother didn’t really enjoy, which he found rather strange.“Don’t think that’s one of mom’s favorites,” John had said jokingly as he had walked up to his dad in the kitchen.“Oh…” George Matthews was extra focused and hadn’t noticed his son coming home.”Hey, son, it’s not for your mother.” George looked up and at the same time whisked some spices across the steak with his chef’s brush.“Oh.” John looked surprised.“Some advice for you, son.” George flipped the steak as he looked over at his son.”If you meet a black man, especially when you’re out with your girlfriend, or in the future, your wife, make sure that you remember his name. I accidentally forgot the name of the man your mother met on our date night earlier.” George glanced over at the stairs leading up to the second floor where he and his wife’s bedroom was.”Oh.” John knew that his parents usually went out together on Wednesday, and often came home with company, and spent the remainder of the evening in their bedroom.As John walked across the hall to his room, he figured that his father was most likely making the meal for the black man that was upstairs with his wife, John’s mother. From that day on, John had always made a point of remembering the names of all the black men and women he met.Over on the driveway, Tyrel pulled up his car behind John’s Maybach.John could see his niece Becca sitting in the passenger seat, though she wasn’t alone in the seat. She was sitting on the lap of another young black man that John didn’t recognize.Wanting to be as hospitable as possible, John walked over to Tyrel’s car to greet them.”Oh hey, Mr. Matthews.” Tyrel looked over and saw John coming over as he got out of the car.”Good to see you, Tyrel,” John said politely and shook the young man’s hand. Though he still felt a bit awkward about the last time he met him.John had gone downstairs to get a drink and something to eat when he found Tyrell standing bare-chested behind the kitchen counter. Thinking that he was just getting something to drink himself, John had casually walked around the counter, and that’s when he saw his eighteen-year-old niece on her knees, naked, her perky breasts pointing towards Tyrel as she worshipped his weighty black cock. Becca had leaned her head down and to the side as she slowly and passionately sucked on the tip of his meaty manhood as it hung down between his legs.John had, of course, apologized before leaving the two in the kitchen and heading back upstairs. Even though he had felt really bad, his small penis had gotten quite the jolt and had stood straight up.”Hey, uncle John.” Becca came around the front side of Tyrel’s car in a springful fashion, smiling and laughing. Her breasts bounced up and down underneath her snug white top. Knowing that she was going to meet Tyrel and Damon, one of Tyrel’s best friends, she had worn her favorite lace bra, though it had quickly come off in the car when she was on Damon’s lap. Her nipples had gotten hard the moment she felt Damon’s strong hands under her top, gently squeezing her soft breasts.John looked over at his cheerful niece and the young black man who followed tightly behind her. The guy appeared to be in the same shape as Tyrel, though maybe a bit bigger.”Hi, Becca.” John smiled. He rather enjoyed having his niece staying at the house. She reminded him of his own daughter Sarah who was off in college in another state.“We’re just going to go up to my room. Tyrel and Damon are going to help me study.”Becca smiled as Damon wrapped his arm around her from behind. His hand ran across the small crevice of naked skin between her low cut jeans shorts and the fabric of her white top.“Oh yes, we’re gonna study alright.” Damon smiled as he kissed Becca’s neck which made her gasp out a soft moan.“Mmm.” Becca leaned her head back slightly, enjoying his kiss.”Well, it was nice seeing you again, Mr. Matthews,” Tyrel said, having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Becca. His twelve-inch black cock was already rock hard in his pants.Even though Becca had been in Damon’s lap on the way over, making out with him, she had reached over with her left hand and rubbed Tyrel’s crotch, on the outside of his pants.“Good to see you again, Tyrel.” John put up his hand to wave, but Tyrel had already walked off with Becca and his friend Damon.By Tyrel’s car, John watched them disappear into the house. His niece Becca walking between them. Her arms around their waists. She would turn her head to look up at Tyrel and then at Damon. Her eyes filled with lust.As the front door closed, John took a few moments out by Tyrel’s car. He didn’t want to awkwardly walk in right after them. Standing there he looked over at Tyrel’s convertible and in the front passenger seat he noticed a travesti ankara white lace bra lying there. He had, in fact, noticed that his niece’s chest had jiggled a bit extra when she had come around the car. Now he knew why.Having had waited a few moments more, John walked over and carefully opened the door to his house, not wanting to disturb Tyrel, his niece and Tyrel’s friend in case they were still downstairs. Hearing a few noises from upstairs, it appeared that they were up in Becca’s room.Walking passed the newly decorated living room, a room which his wife Tiffany had decorated after having finished her interior designer course, he got to the kitchen where he saw her. The reason why he had hurried home. Out in the backyard, completely naked, laid his ten years younger wife Tiffany, who he had met a few years ago after his divorce from his ex-wife Karen.Tiffany was out there sunbathing. Her wavy, golden blonde hair laid down her back, her firm bubble shaped butt stuck up in the air as she laid on her frontside reading a magazine.John gulped at the sight of her. His eyes wandered alongside her amazing body. His limp penis even started to grow where it laid pressed up against the wetness of his cum soaked underwear.His mind started to wander. Suddenly Tyrel and Damon appeared out there next to his wife. They were both naked as well, their big black cocks standing straight out. Tiffany looked up behind at the two of them with sheer lust. With her sexy eyes on the two black guys and a naughty smile on her lips, she reached back with both hands, placed them on her firm buttocks and spread her cheeks.John knew exactly what his wife wanted as Tyrel got up behind her and lowered himself down on top of her. She loved to take it in her butt. It was something John had quickly learned about his wife. She just had to have the black man take her in her tight butthole.Once more, John gasped when he imagined Tyrel easing his thick black cock into Tiffany’s tight butthole, whilst Tiffany moaned out in sheer pleasure.Suddenly from upstairs, John got snapped out of his fantasy by the faint sound of a bedframe lightly hitting against the wall. With that, and after getting one more eyeful of his beautiful wife, John walked across the kitchen into his study.“Now where did I put it?”He looked around for a second until he nodded his head, and went over to his desk and sat down. In front of his mouse pad, next to an ornate lamp, stood a small and old globe from the seventeenth century, depicting the planet. Under the globe was where he kept a few hidden notes that he wanted to keep secret from his wife, like the note with the telephone number he reached for.As he did, John nudged against the computer mouse, and his screen saver came up on his monitor.It was a series of pictures from a recent trip abroad. The first one showed him and Tiffany, with their arms around each other’s hips, smiling into the camera. John sported a pair of shorts and a half red half brown tan. Tiffany had on a bikini that could only be described as minimalistic at best, and a much better tan than her husband’s. In the next image, John had been replaced, and Tiffany stood in the middle of two handsome and rather muscular black men, who wore shorts that looked like they were stuffed with huge bananas. Though she wore sunglasses, Tiffany’s facial expression in the photo really exuded excitement. In the next slide, Tiffany was on her knees in the sand, her top was off, her naked and lusciously perky breasts were out in the open, as where the two black men’s lengthy cocks. Tiffany was holding them in her hands whilst she smiled like never before into the camera. From there on the pictures got sexier and sexier, ending with a close-up shot of Tiffany’s joyous face covered with big wads of cum.”Okay, let’s see…” John took out his cell phone and held up the note with the phone number.“Hmm.” How should I start? John stood up from his chair and walked over to the window where he could partly see his wife sunbathing.Wow… So beautiful… He watched her just as she turned over. Her soft and perky breasts jiggled slightly as she laid down on her back.“Ohh.” John couldn’t help himself when he saw his wife like that. Reaching down, he pulled down his shorts around his ankles and quickly his right hand found its way to his small erection. Leaning up against the glass window with his free hand, and slowly stroked as once again his mind wandered. There he saw a big black man lay down on top of his wife, grabbing her breasts with both of his strong hands and squeezing them as he plunged his fat cock inside her shaved pussy.”O ohhh…” John’s eyes closed and a gasp of pleasure was heard from his lips. At the same time, a single stream of cum spurted out from the tip of his penis and splashed against the window, followed by several small droplets of semen splashing against the floor between his feet.“Ohhh.” John exhaled with a smile as his loving eyes once more rested on his beautiful wife who laid out there in the sun.God, I love her so much… John smiled to himself feeling extra emotional after having just climaxed. He felt like he wanted to do something special for her, and that’s when he felt the note in his hand.Oh right… John looked up at the note with the number in his hand. He was going to call Richard Williams, a black man in his late thirties that he and Tiffany had met when they were having dinner at the fashionable restaurant Tildas.Or rather, Tiffany had joined him at his table where they had passionately made out. John had remained at the other table and watched as Tiffany sensually undressed and had dinner with him. That was the thing with Tildas, their specialty of sorts. Women were encouraged to take their clothes off completely when they dined with a black man, something that had started to catch on amongst the finer restaurants in town.Over the course of their dinner, Tiffany would stand up and lean over the table to kiss Richard. Each time she bent over like that, she also put her hands down on the table and remained still for a moment. She wanted to ankara travestiler give Richard a chance to reach over and feel her soft and shapely breasts as they hung down so perfectly towards the table.“Ehm. Hello, Mr. Williams. This is John Matthews, you probably don’t remember me, but we met the other day at Tildas.”John stood there with his shorts still down around his ankles, his small and now limp penis hanging down, as he started to practice how he thought that he would begin the conversation with Mr. Williams…Over on Pine Lane, Bill Paulson tried to look past the bushes that obstructed his view of his driveway as he crossed the road to his own sidewalk. He wanted to see if his wife Christine’s car was in the driveway. Though he didn’t really expect her to be home, being the prominent doctor that she was, working at the exclusive Valley County Hospital.As he walked up to the sidewalk, Bill heard a door open. It was his neighbor, David Hennings.”Hey, Bill. Who won this time?” David, a twenty-seven-year-old financial advisor, walked up to his mailbox where he saw his neighbor in his tennis outfit.”Hey. Well, I did of course. ” Bill smiled jokingly. He and Christine had taken quite a liking to the new couple who had moved in next door just a little over a year ago.”How’s little Patrick by the way?” Bill asked about his neighbor’s six months old.“Oh, he’s perfect. He’s started to crawl around. Almost having trouble keeping up with him.” David smiled proudly.“Oh hey, that reminds me.” David just remembered that his parents were coming over on Tuesday to pick up Patrick. His son was going to spend a few days with his grandparents.“We still on for that dinner date on Wednesday?” David looked over at his new friend whilst he also checked his mailbox, something that put a smile on his face when he noticed that he had just received the premiere issue of Wimp Magazine.The singular titled, Wimp, was a brand new magazine aimed to compete with the much older and widely popular Cuck Magazine. A lot of people in the publishing world had instantly written off the young start-up company that had put out an idea for a new magazine to compete with the giant that was Cuck Magazine. However, as the launch of the new magazine drew closer, and press copies of the first issue had gone out, many media channels had turned around and now viewed Wimp Magazine as a real contender.”Of course, Christine and I are looking forward to it.” Bill smiled. David and his wife Linda had invited the two of them over for dinner for the past couple of months, where David had prepared some amazing dishes.As David picked up the magazine from the mailbox, he instantly felt a twitch in his underwear.Wow…The cover of the magazine featured the black heavyweight champion, Dwayne Fulson, with his foot on top of the stomach of the recently defeated contender, Rasmus Ingolfsson, a boxer from Iceland, who laid down on his back. On the sides of Dwayne stood Rasmus’s wife Sigrún, and his nineteen-year-old daughter Jóhanna. The blonde Icelandic women were both topless and had their breasts pressed up against the muscular arms of Dwayne. Sigrún’s lustful eyes were focused on the strong black man who had defeated her husband, who laid there beneath them, with his small and limp on top of his thigh. Jóhanna’s eyes, on the other hand, were locked on the massive bulge in Dwayne’s boxing shorts.I hope… David couldn’t wait to read the article.“Is that, that new magazine…” Bill who had been a longtime subscriber to Cuck Magazine had decided not to buy the new magazine in order to support the old magazine that he was a huge fan of. Though the minute he saw the cover, he knew that he was going to go out and buy a copy.“Wimp, yes.” David had gotten lost in the cover for a moment, his small penis, now erect in his underwear, realized that he was still out in front of his house, talking to his neighbor.Both men stood there awkwardly for a moment.”Ehm, well I best get home, I was going to call Christine,” Bill said as he stole another glimpse of the cover of David’s magazine.“Okay, well… See you on Wednesday.” David felt his penis straining against the insides of his underwear as his eyes were also on the cover of the magazine.“See you.” Bill nodded to his neighbor, turned and walked down the sidewalk towards his own house.Wow, should really have preordered a copy of that magazine. I mean, I can support them both… Bill thought to himself regretting his decision not to pick up the new magazine.In the next house over, David felt an urge to reach into his pants as soon as he closed the front door.“David…” He suddenly heard his wife’s voice from outside, in the backyard.Looking up, he walked through the house. “Coming, sweetheart.”When he walked out through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house and was met with the mesmerizing sight of his wife, the fact that he was still holding the magazine completely left his mind.David looked over where his beautiful wife sat under the garden parasol to protect their son from the sunrays. There she sat and nursed their black baby boy in her arms. His small fingers trying to grab her voluptuous breasts whilst he sucked milk out of her big nipples.David smiled when he reminisced about the cruise he had surprised his wife with little over a year and a half ago. Back then they had been talking about having a child for a while, and knowing how much Linda wanted to have a child with a black man first, just like her mother Mary, David had booked a Kuacha cruise for Linda’s birthday.Kuacha was an old African breeding tradition, and the joy David saw in Linda’s eyes when they stood in front of the large cruise liner and she realized what kind of trip it was going to be, was something David has never forgotten.The Kuacha itself began on their second night aboard the large ship. It started like a theater act, something David had been rehearsing for the previous night. As Linda laid naked in bed, David stood naked amongst a group of seven equally naked black men.David remembered how nervous he was when he stepped in front of the group of black men. He wanted everything to be perfect and hoped that he wouldn’t forget anything.“I beseech thee, mighty black men, would thee bed my loving bride and make her with child. My limp manhood is not up to the task.” David looked over with hopeful eyes at the black men.
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