Seven Year Scratch

Like a ninja, I discreetly went to the front door and unlocked it, then opened it and stepped inside as quietly as possible. Sure enough, I heard noise coming from the master bedroom. I left my shoes in the living room and silently padded toward the noise. I heard April giggling, and a man's laugh. I braced myself and resolved to keep my cool no matter what.

As I stepped down the hallway I was relieved to see that the bedroom door was left open. I would be able to see what was going on. Moving one step at a time, I got closer to our bedroom. Before I could even view the bed from my angle in the hall, I saw a pile of men's clothes on the floor. On top of the pile sat a pair of purple boxers identical to the ones that April gave me on our anniversary. With another step, I was able to peer around the door jamb. What I saw almost caused me to shriek, but I managed to quell any outburst. On the bed, in between my wife's widespread legs, was a man. I had fully expected to see that and was mentally prepared for it. What made me almost faint was the man's dark skin. My wife was getting fucked by a black guy! I had apparently missed the foreplay but I was right on time for the main event. April was uncharacteristically loud and enthusiastic.

"Oh Barry, put it in me! Let me have that big black cock. Ooh yes! That's it. Oh, yeah, fuck me! Fuck me!"

"You love my big black cock, don't you April?" Barry chided. "You like this black cock a whole lot more than your husband's little white dick."

"Oh gawd yes!" April screamed. "Yes! Yes! You fuck me so much better than my husband ever has! I can't believe how fucking good this feels!"

Barry started to move, slowly at first, up and down, in and out. April moaned and wrapped her pale legs around his ebony lower back. The contrast was remarkable. As the tempo of their movements increased I was surprised at how synchronized they were. Their routine was obviously well-practiced.

Barry picked up speed and was fucking April at a pretty fast clip. Then she started to get way more vocal than she ever had been with me.

"Oh shit, Barry, I'm gonna cum! Oh yes, yes, yes! Oooooh! Oooooh! Ooooooooh! Yes!"

She obviously came pretty hard as Barry kept cranking up the speed. Before long he was practically vibrating. His ass was a blur. April started making noises that were a combination of pleasure, pain and labored breathing. She sputtered "eh,eh,eh,eh,eh,eh,eh" as Barry pummeled her.

She came again. "eh, Oooooh! Oooooh! eh, Oooooh! Oooooh! eh. Oh fuck!"

More sputtering. She came again. And again. With me, she would cum once, just like I did. She'd already cum four times, and Barry wasn't stopping. But, then he did. Suddenly. Barry lifted his ass high in the air, pulling his cock out of my wife's pussy.

"What? What?" April implored. "Why'd you stop?"

Barry chuckled, "What's the matter, Baby, you missing my black cock already?"

"Shit! Yes!" April shouted. "Stop fucking teasing me! Get your cock back in my pussy!" From my vantage point I could April shuffling both arms under Barry, finally grabbing his cock and plugging it back into her.

"Ooh yeah!" April moaned. "Ooh, that's it! Back in my pussy, where it belongs!"

Barry resumed his fever pace and April came again. I couldn't believe how long the fucking lasted. I was almost ready to interrupt when Barry announced that he was ready to shoot his load.

"I'm fixin' to cum, baby! Where do you want it this time? Your mouth or your pussy?!"

I couldn't believe my ears. In seven years of marriage, April never let me cum in her mouth!

"My pussy!" April hollered. "I want to feel your cum inside me! Come on, honey, fill my pussy!"

Ten seconds later, I saw Barry's ass tighten and I heard him roar, "Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh!"

I continued to peek as Barry slowed to a stop. They stayed in position, and after she caught her breath, April spoke.

"Oh my gawd, Barry, that was the best ever!"

Barry chortled, "That's what you said Tuesday after we cut outta work."

April giggled, "Well, honey, it just keeps getting better every time! Your big cock is amazing, and where did you ever learn to fuck like that? Now, you listen to me, Mister. You're going to fuck me all night tonight and all day tomorrow! I'm not letting you out of my bed until Sunday!"

They both laughed.

After allowing April and her lover to bask in the afterglow for a couple of minutes I decided to make my move. As calmly as possible, and without saying a word, I strolled into the bedroom.

"Huuhhhhhh!" April gasped loudly.

"Oh shit!" Barry muttered.

As I stepped to my dresser and put my wallet and keys on top of it I saw April, still sprawled on her back, pulling the sheet up to almost cover her nose. A look of total shock and terror was flashing in her eyes. Barry sat upright, also looking stunned but prepared to meet my wrath. His slimy penis, jet black, easily twice as long as mine and three times thicker, was in plain sight. But there would be no wrath. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, then I turned on the shower.

I pressed my ear to the bathroom door and was able to hear most of what was being said.

"I thought you said he'd be out of town until Sunday!" Barry grumbled, obviously pissed off.

"Yes, Barry, he was supposed to be!" April replied loudly. "I helped him pack his suitcase! He lied to me! Lou has never lied to me before. He set a fucking trap just to catch us!"

"And it fucking worked, didn't it?!" Barry shouted in downright disgust.

I grinned in self-satisfaction and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt especially good.

When I dried off and stepped out of the bathroom 10 minutes later, Barry was gone. April was turned on her side, facing the wall away from me, with the sheet pulled up nearly over her head, pretending to be asleep.

I said nothing as I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Then I went to the living room and switched on the TV, but I had too much on my mind to watch it. I thought about how I had succeeded in catching my cheating wife in the act. But now what? I could go straight to a lawyer and file for divorce. That's probably what most men would do. But I knew a couple of guys who went the divorce route and wound up homeless, broke and heartbroken. I have to admit that by nature, I'm a little cheap and a little lazy. I didn't want to make a lawyer rich and me poor. And I didn't want to have to pick up and start over.

Besides, until that night, I had always been happy with April. She was pretty, she kept the house nice, she worked hard at her job and she treated me well. Everybody loved her, not counting Barry. Hell, I loved her, even now. I decided that I wasn't going to do anything rash. I wasn't going to confront her or berate her. On the other hand, I wasn't going to console her. Better to say nothing and not even discuss it at this point. My passive-aggressive approach had worked pretty well so far. Now, she could just dangle in the wind of uncertainty. She brought in on herself.

Aside from those practical concerns, I couldn't get the image of April getting fucked out of my mind. I had been imagining her having sex with some guy named Barry who looked something like me. Seeing her being pounded by that big black stud was incredible. His cock was enormous and she was really getting off on it. I slipped my hand across my lap and felt my penis. It was rock hard. I opened my pants and started stroking myself. The sexual tension must have really built up in me because I came awfully hard in just a matter of seconds.

I cleaned myself up and, after another hour of contemplation, I returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed next to April. She again feigned sleep but I could tell by the nervous twitching of her foot that she was still awake. I probably dozed off before she did.

The day after

The next day was Saturday and neither one of us had to work. April got up early and made coffee. When I came into the kitchen she looked at me, all doe-eyed, and said "good morning." I replied with "good morning" and proceeded to browse my iPad.

April sat at the table across from me and just stared into space for about 10 minutes. Then she spoke.

"Lou, don't you think we should at least talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" I asked without taking my eyes off my iPad.

"You know what!" April nearly shouted, clearly exasperated. "Aren't you going to yell or scream or even ask me why?"

I lifted my eyes to connect with hers and said, "I don't have to ask you why. I heard what you told him – that you love his big black cock and that he fucks you better than I ever did. If I yell and scream and throw things, will that change?"

"No, that wouldn't change anything," she said, welling up with tears. "But, I'd like to know that you at least care enough to care that I was fucking another man – a black man – in our bed. One thing that won't change is that I still love you. I guess I need something more, something different, but I'll always love you."

"You have a funny way of showing it," I said before going back to my iPad.

The rest of the weekend was spent pretty much as usual, with us doing chores, shopping together and going to dinner with friends Saturday night. I never brought up her black-fucking and we made love as if nothing had ever happened Sunday night. The sex was good for me and April seemed to enjoy it too. On Monday, we both returned to our regular work week routine.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were uneventful, but April started squirming like a worm Thursday night and Friday morning. I could read her like a book and I knew what she was thinking. I secretly enjoyed witnessing her internal anguish. Finally, as we were kissing goodbye before leaving for our jobs, April worked up her nerve to speak.

"Louie, honey, it's Friday and I'm going to meet up with my office friends for a drink after work."

"Is Barry going to be there?" I asked, trying to appear naïve.

"Yes, honey," she said quietly, staring me in the eyes. After a deep sigh she added, "Yes, he'll be there, and afterwards he's going to take me to his place and we're going to fuck each other." She held her gaze.

"Do me a favor then," I said quietly. "Text me and let me know if you'll be coming home or if you're going to sleep in his bed tonight." April broke into a big smile, nodded her head, and we went our separate ways. She sent me a text at about 10 PM, saying "See U in the morning. Love. XXX."

Home Again

April got home at about 10:30 Saturday morning. She walked in the house with a tentative look on her face, no smile, no frown, just apprehension. I stepped toward her and asked, "Well, how was your night?"

"It was fine," she answered, obviously not wanting to elaborate.

"Did you fuck him?" I asked her point blank.

"Lou, I'm sorry, but I told you yesterday that I..."

"Did you fuck him?" I interrupted.

"Yes Lou!" April fired back, "Yes, I fucked him, or he fucked me, lots of times and lots of different ways, all night long! Are you happy now?!"

I couldn't help but smile at her fiery reaction, and she smiled too when I said, "I'll be happy when I get to fuck you too. I want my sloppy seconds!"

April hugged me tight and said, "It'll be more like sloppy fifths!"

I took her hand and walked her to our bedroom. When I started to undress myself, April stood there smiling and said, "Barry always undresses me."

"He's spoiling you," I said as I began to pull her top off over her head. "You'll have to tell me what else he does differently."

"That could take a while," April chuckled.

Undressing my wife gave me a good chance to examine her, close up. She looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet, as they say. More sex, and with me, was probably the last thing she wanted at that moment, but she was not about to deny me after I let her spend the night with her new black lover. April's pussy was red and puffy, her boobs had some noticeable bite marks and there was a large hickey on her neck.

"He left a few marks on you," I said, nuzzling her.

"I know, and he did it on purpose," April said quietly. "He's been so careful about not leaving any evidence on me. He got a little carried away when I told him that you knew we'd be fucking."

I smiled and said, "Well, you know, he wasn't being very careful when he got his cologne on you a few weeks back."

"I thought I was busted that night!" April said, mirroring my smile. "I gave you the same cologne that he wears so that maybe you wouldn't notice. I think it worked most of the time."

I led April to lie on our bed and we began the passionate kissing that always kicks off our routine. After a few moments, she broke out in a big smile.

"What's so funny?" I asked with our faces two inches away from each other.

"Kissing is one of those things that's different," she answered. "I've gotten used to kissing Barry and his lips are so much bigger than yours."

"So, his lips are better than mine?" I asked.

"No, that's not what I mean," April replied, running her hands over me in a reassuring gesture. "His lips are different, that's all, but bigger isn't always better."

April then laughed out loud when she realized what she'd said and added, "Well, bigger is better with some things!"

We resumed our kissing for a few minutes, then I worked my way down to her boobs, caressing them and sucking on her nipples.

"Mmmmmm," April purred, then she spoke softly while stroking my hair as I suckled at her breast. "Barry thinks I should get my nipples pierced. What do you think, honey?"

I lifted my lips from her boob, looked her in the face, and said, "That's up to you, baby. I'm sure it would be sexy as hell, but don't do it just because Barry likes the idea."

"Okay," April said, "I'll have to think about it."

Knowing my wife, I figured she'd be sporting nipple rings in a day or two.

I spent a few more minutes on her tits before I worked my way down to her pussy. I spread her pussy lips and declared, "Oh my gawd! There's a shit-load of cum in here!"

April laughed and said, "I should have warned you. He just came in me an hour ago and he cums a lot!"

I paused and looked at her oozing slit, unsure of what my next move would be. I know it sounds silly, but it struck me as strange that his semen was milky white, looking just like mine, but it was genetically coded to produce black babies. I don't know, maybe I was expecting chocolate pudding or something.

"Come on, baby," April whined. "I need you to eat me. Nobody licks my pussy as good as you do."

If April was trying to motivate me, it worked. Hearing that I was better at oral sex than Barry prompted me to dive into her, tongue first. It wasn't long before she started her pre-orgasm moaning and muttering.

"Ooh yeah, Lou. That feels so nice. Ooh yeah. His cum tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Mmm hmm," I hummed without slowing my licking and lapping. In a minute, April started shouting, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" as she shuddered with an orgasm.

After allowing April to repeatedly experience "the joy of sex" it was finally my turn. I moved into position between her legs and pushed my rock-hard dick into my wife. I could barely feel anything and I double checked to make sure I was in her.

"He stretched you out," I griped. "I can't even feel your pussy!"

"Oh yeah," April said, "He probably did."

April nudged me to move my legs, and she brought hers close together, then grabbed my dick with her hand and guided it into her pussy. April squeezed me with her legs and it felt pretty damned good.

"Thanks baby," I said before leaning down to kiss her hard.

I couldn't help but think about how I was fucking my wife after she had repeatedly fucked a black guy. I tried to put the thoughts and the images out of my mind once I realized that it was going to make me erupt in a hurry. But, it was too late and I began grunting as I shot four decent blasts of my cum into her pussy.

I rolled off of April and we both laid on the bed, inches apart, and looked at each other for a long time. Finally, April spoke first.

"Honey, are you ready to talk about me and Barry?"

I inhaled a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and said, "I guess so. You know, when I put two and two and two together, and figured out that you were having an affair, my plan was to catch you in the act and then make you stop. But, after seeing both of you fucking in our bed, I knew that there was no stopping you. You were so totally into him, and what he was doing to you. And you didn't ask me yesterday if it was okay for you to fuck Barry. You just told me you were going to. I think I can live with it, but I'm not totally sure yet."

"Oh honey," April said, stroking my face with her hand, "I'm sorry that I cheated on you. I tried to hide it because I didn't want to hurt you, but you're right, I don't think I could stop seeing him now. I'm hooked on his big black cock. It's like I need to feel it inside me. But you have to believe me when I tell you that I love you with all my heart. I don't love Barry – well maybe as a friend – and I love how he makes me feel, but it's you that I'm in love with."

I spoke next. "I knew that you were thinking about "branching out" when you brought up that 'seven year itch' on our anniversary, but I was really shocked when I found you with a black man. I never would have guessed that you'd take up with a black guy. You're so beautiful and sexy and friendly and fun. You could have anyone. Why did you pick Barry?"

April smiled and shook her head no. "I didn't pick Barry. He sort of picked me. I wasn't looking for anyone. I had you. But, I think it was that whole 'taboo, forbidden fruit' thing. Barry was flirting with me, like a lot of guys do, but he caught my eye because he's black. You know what my father is like and you know what he always calls African-Americans."

"Lousy stinking niggers," I interjected.

"Exactly. You got it," April said. "Well, you know what? Every time Barry fills me with his big black cock, I think to myself 'it's too bad that Daddy can't see what this lousy stinking nigger is doing to his little girl!' It actually makes me cum most of the time."

We were quiet again for a minute, then April started talking again. "I know I'm a hypocrite, but I would really hate to see you with another woman. On the other hand, if I can have a boyfriend, you should be able to have a girlfriend. So, I wouldn't hold it against you."

I looked April in the eyes, and as sincerely as I could, I said, "I don't want a girlfriend. All I've ever wanted is you. If I can't have all of you, I guess I'll settle for most of you, and we'll just take this whole 'Barry thing' one day at a time."

"Oh baby, I love you!" April gushed as she gave me a naked hug and a big kiss.

I got up from the bed but April stayed there, saying that she needed to get some rest. She asked me to wake her in two hours and suggested that maybe we could go out to lunch. I pulled the covers up over her, closed the blinds, and let her doze off. Watching her sleep, I thought she looked like an angel.

New normal

That first Friday night sort of set a precedent. Once a week, April would meet up with her friends, and Barry, at the bar after work. I could only imagine what it must have been like with Barry there instead of me. Afterwards, they went to Barry's place and April got herself well-fucked.

About two weeks into April's arrangement, relationship, affair, or whatever she had going with Barry, she mentioned that she and Barry would be splitting a motel bill Friday night because Barry's mother was visiting from out of town and he couldn't very well bring a white woman home while Mom was there. I thought the motel would be an unnecessary expense and I told her so. I told April that we're all adults, and we all know what she and Barry would be doing, so she might as well do it at home and avoid the extra expense. Besides, it would give Barry and me a chance to get acquainted. April smiled and said that it would be nice, if I was sure that I didn't mind her fucking her boyfriend under our roof while I was there. I assured her that it would be alright.