Charles

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When her black boyfriend two-timed her, my wife married me on the rebound. Suddenly he was back and as horny for her as ever and it looked like even I couldn’t stop him from having his way with her.

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Some might find me a wimp and some might say I should “man up” but the story I want to write here excites me too much. It also disgusts me as I don’t feel it should excite me. It showed me a side of my character I didn’t even know existed and a part of my wife was uncovered that was also new to me.

I need to change names as many would call me a fool but don’t tell me some of you guys haven’t thought like this.

To start I need to go back to the heady days at senior school. A mixed bunch of high school kids, just turned 18 and looking forward to college and university. Our hormones were firing on all cylinders and guys were doing sport just to attract girls while girls spent their time trying to look disinterested in the guys.

My name is Liam and at 18, though I realise I was quite attractive, I didn’t feel it. I wasn’t comfortable around girls and never had the right words to say. This brought howls of laughter from others in the group. The total number in our set was probably about eight, five guys and four girls but that fluctuated as guys met other girls and brought them in and girls met other guys. We hung around, did bars, had picnics, played a bit of sport with or without the girls. Sometimes the group diminished in size for short periods as people met new boy or girlfriends and felt they had outgrown us, but when it all went belly-up they came back.

There was one girl I was madly in love with and that girl was Tricia. She wasn’t model material but something about her drove me wild. She was around five feet six inches medium built but with generously sized breasts which made her very popular. Her fair hair was quite long and she had a habit of flicking it back when it fell over her eyes. I loved the way she flicked! Now Tricia, unlike the other girls was quite sexually precocious, constantly flirting with the other guys and rumour had it, she was one of the few to actually give out quite willingly. Though the others would allow an amount of sexual contact they made it hard work for us sexually charged guys who wanted to do nothing but get our rocks off!

Though Tricia, like all the other girls, talked to me within the group, my passion for her went unnoticed. I had been with a one girl by now called Lisa who was a plumper than girls I would normally be attracted to but she had happily taken my virginity just a few months before. Much as I enjoyed the sex, I didn’t really find Lisa sexually exciting. My eyes were on Tricia and each time I joined the clan she was in, she would flirt madly and disappear with one of the other guys. Our group was full of stories about how wild she was at sex and how experimental she was. Here I was, a five feet ten inch, skinny guy with short, dark hair with enough red filaments to give me a little cluster of freckles across my nose and some red pubes which looked a little odd with dark chest hair.

On the weekend I had decided to ask Tricia out one of the other girls brought a new guy into the group. His name was Charles, not Charlie, definitely Charles. Now I can imagine what you’re thoughts are of a “Charles” but this guy was a six feet, athletic Nigerian whose father was an oil company executive. His skin was so dark his teeth looked like fluorescent lights. His face structure was that of a model and his personality was larger than he was. He turned heads, especially the girls and especially Tricia. I didn’t ask her out!

Within three weeks Tricia was hanging out with Charles and the stories were rife that he was not only shagging her senseless but he was so well endowed the girls were all panting and trying to find the tiny details about just how large his cock was. Tricia had a smile on her face most of the time and I was miserable. When I got home after we had all met, I would beat off thinking what it looked like to see Tricia with her legs in the air and his massive cock stretching her cunt as he fucked her ruthlessly.

Of course Charles wasn’t monogamous and was discreetly shagging the other girls too. All regaled stories about his filthy mind and experimental habits and, of course, his big cock. One Saturday, about four months after Charles had appeared, I arrived at the coffee bar for our regular meet and found Tricia in tears.

“He’s a bastard, a selfish miserable bastard,” she was saying to her closest friend Marie.

“He just wanted someone to fuck and after he got bored he started fucking everyone else – including you!”

Marie looked embarrassed.

“But Tricia, I didn’t think you were serious about him and you talked so much about how wild he was and his big…thing. When he came on to me I just couldn’t help it.”

Tricia wailed again.

“I think I loved him,” she said.

“Are you sure you didn’t love his dick more?” said Marie.

Tricia saw me and smiled.

“Why aren’t more guys like Liam here. He’s dependable yalova escort and wouldn’t double cross a girl, would you Liam?”

I blushed and said I wouldn’t.

“Fancy going out Liam,” said Tricia.

“Um. Yes I’d love to!”

That was it. I went out with Tricia on the rebound and we went back to her parent’s house the following night while they were out and I had the most amazing shag I had every had. Well out of the two I had had, it was the best. Tricia was a horny woman and a bit too much to handle for a semi-virgin. I managed to cum way too quickly but was so horny I came twice more anyway so the sex lasted all evening.

Tricia showed me off as her new beau and particularly to Charles where she emphasised how important a loyal and honest boyfriend was to a girl. From that accidental event, Tricia and I became an item and stayed together right through university until we married when we were both 22. That was four years ago.

Since then we have only had eyes for each other. We kept in touch with a few of the others especially Marie and another friend of Tricia’s, Clare. No kids, though not for the want of trying and tests had shown that there was nothing wrong, though my sperm count was lower than expected. Sex over the last twelve months had slowed a little and had, if I’m being honest, become a little bit functional. I had taken to having a wank when I was alone to keep myself going when I wasn’t getting any and during the odd argument Tricia had taken to saying I wasn’t as much a sexual beast as I used to be. I never thought I was in the first place but those were her words, not mine.

Moving on, Marie called one evening to say that a few of the gang wanted to have a night out. No cars so we could have a few drinks. Were we up for it! We were definitely up for it. I had my Tricia to show off and was quite looking forward to it.

On the evening we went for a couple of drinks first then headed to the venue, a noisy student bar in town. There were about eight of the original group there and we enjoyed the reminiscing when I noticed the tall black guy approaching. It was Charles. Worse still he was better looking than ever, smartly dressed in expensive looking jeans, a smart Oxford cotton designer shirt, open necked and sporting that smile as he approached.

I took the bull my the horns and walked forward with my hand out saying, “Charles, how good to see you?”

“Hi Liam, hi guys!”

There were hugs and kisses all round and I saw Tricia’s face freeze. I assumed that she was still bloody furious with him but saw her look him up and down and I thought I saw lust!

Charles was doing all right, studying for a law degree and obviously still living well on daddy’s money. The girls were all salivating and I found myself looking him up and down. The front of his jeans showed a lump that confirmed the size of it’s contents and my thought again went back to that dream I used to conjure up of him fucking Tricia. It was a long time since I had seen Tricia really sexually excited and I even wondered if she had been faking it when I thought she was having a climax. She was sizing him too and I noticed the girls, and some of the guys, looking at the hulk of perfect manhood. He was strong-willed and took control of the conversation, easily chatting to all around him. I felt like that wimpy lad again and my brain drifted off and away from the general conversation.

“That would be great. It would be lovely to catch up on old times Tricia.”

I heard him say the words but only the word “Tricia” brought me to my senses.

“That would be good wouldn’t it Liam,” said Tricia.

“Oh em yes,” I replied unsure what was good.

“I’ll give you a call then Charles, there’s so much more I want to find out about you,” said Tricia.

My heart dropped and I assumed we had arranged to see him again.

It was about two weeks later when Tricia told me she had arranged for us to meet Charles for dinner in a gastro pub about a mile from us. He, and we, would taxi there so we could relax and have a few drinks. I was full of woe.

Charles said he would pay so that was good and, to be honest, the evening went well until we hit the third bottle of wine. Charles’ conversation jokingly turned to Tricia’s promiscuity back in the high school days. She took it in her stride and pointed out that she wasn’t the only one screwing everything on two legs.

They giggled back and forth until he suddenly said, “There was no fuck as good as you. You were the only one who took me without complaint.”

Tricia was oblivious to my awkwardness but I was also oddly stimulated by the conversation, hoping I might hear some of the actual details of their sex which Tricia had never told me.

“Do you remember the time we went back to Rose’s house and her and her guy, was it Craig…yes that’s it, they were shagging on the next bed and she looked at me and said she fancied a bit of my cock. She jumped over and pushed you back to straddle me and try to take my cock but couldn’t. edirne escort Her guy came over and watched as she tried to suck me and then she grabbed his head and made him do it. The poor guy was so embarrassed until she told him unless he did he wasn’t getting any more. He sucked better than she did and I blew my load over the poor guy’s face. God we laughed!”

I was horrified to say the least. Tricia had had a foursome of sorts, and had witnessed a guy blowing her boyfriend and never thought to mention it. I was quiet. The trouble is, my cock was brick hard and I had no idea why.

During the evening Charles told us both he was moving across town the following week as his landlord wanted the flat back. He was going to be staying in a hotel for three days as the new lease didn’t start until the beginning of the new month and there was a three day shortfall.

“You could stay with us in the spare room Charles, couldn’t he darling?”

Tricia looked at me with her white dazzling teeth and made it patently obvious that the answer I had to give was “yes.”

After a few sentences of, “Oh I couldn’t possibly trouble you,” and a few, “Don’t be silly we’d love to have you stay,” it was set that Charles would stay from Friday to Monday the following weekend.

The evening continued with Tricia and him reminiscing rather openly about some of the places they had “done it,” while I smiled quietly in the background.

When we were home, both a little worse for wear Tricia said to me, “Charles hasn’t changed too much has he? He’s a little better built but he’s still as sexy as he ever was.”

“I thought you hated what he did to you,” I asked.

“Oh Liam, that was ages ago. It’ll be just like old times next week won’t it?”

As we climbed into bed, I wondered just how much like old times it would be. Tricia nuzzled up to me and kissed me. I responded. I was randy but I couldn’t get the phrase “shop soiled goods” out of my head. It turned me on to think this guy knew her as well as I did. When my fingers found her slit she was wet and panting and I was sure I wasn’t the one who had put her into that state. One thing, I would make damned sure I got the benefit from it. I fucked Tricia like a madman that night both missionary and doggy and she was as abandoned as I could ever have remembered. That night she definitely came!

As I fucked I wondered how she would be with the ‘real’ Charles fucking her rather than the substitute one currently embedded into her cunt from the rear. Was there an unbridled whore inside her waiting to be fucked relentlessly by a big black cock? Worse, as I pumped my cum into her my head was full of the thoughts of holding that cock as it fucked her.

After sex we both fell asleep but I knew I had to talk to her before the weekend.

The Friday was coming up fast. Charles had advised that the furniture he had was being moved to the garage at his new place so there was only him and a couple of suitcases coming.

Over a bottle of wine on the Wednesday I said to Tricia, “If you were still single, would you let Charles fuck you again?”

“Oh Liam what a silly question, I’m married.”

“Let me phrase that again then Tricia, does the thought of his cock get you excited?”

“Stop it Liam, he’s just an old friend.”

“He’s an old friend who still wants to get in your pants.”

“Well it’s not going to happen. Anyway how could it happen as you’ll be here all the time so I can’t get up to anything.”

“You managed to get up to something when that Craig guy was present if I’m to believe the story about him sucking Charles off.”

She went silent as though thinking about it and then said, “It was kind of exciting at the time but I was a different girl then.”

“Are you?” I asked.

“Your getting turned on by all this aren’t you?” she asked. “You like the idea of him flirting with me and maybe you want to suck some black cock.”

I blushed and it was my turn to struggle for an answer.

“I’m your husband for God’s sake, so why would I want another man to fuck you?”

“Mm, why indeed? she said.

We didn’t discuss it again but I managed another great fuck that night. That was twice in one week so maybe Charles was adding some spice to our life.

When I returned from work on the Friday night Tricia was dressed simply but definitely sexily. Tight faded jeans and a flimsy white top which showed her tiny little bra and accentuated her breasts. She smelled good too.

“Charles has texted to say he’ll be here in twenty minutes. He was.

We ate and had a few drinks, and Charles had brought half a dozen bottles of assorted wines including a champagne. We drank well and ended up with Tricia on the sofa, me sitting on the arm and Charles stretched on a bean bag. I put the opod on and when the strains of “Achy Breaky Heart,” came on Charles jumped up.

“Remember our terrible attempts at line dancing?”

Tricia laughed as he offered his hand and she stood, kicked off her shoes and the erzurum escort pair of them started an “out of synch” line dance giggling and laughing as Tricia stumbled in her inebriated state. The next song was a slow number and the pair of them changed pace as he danced with her. When that finished, Tricia said she wanted to get a bit more comfortable as her jeans were a bit tight and padded into the bedroom.

“I think I might put on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt too,” said Charles.

Tricia was back in five minutes wearing the oversize t-shirt she loved lazing in around the house and Charles arrived back, bare footed and dressed equally casually.

“Go on Liam, get comfortable,” said Tricia.

I went off and found out knee length shorts and a t-shirt and pulled them on before returning to the lounge. Charles was sitting on the arm of the sofa where I had been and Tricia lay stretched out. The t-shirt had ridden up and I could see her panties. I tried to catch her eye but she was too busy chatting to Charles to notice. I sat on the chair and let them chatter away.

As Charles half-stood, his bottom leaning on the sofa arm, I was aware of the shape of his cock in the shorts. It looked huge. I was sure it wasn’t erect though it may have been partly swollen but it seemed to me to be about seven or eight inches and as thick as my forearm. I felt my cock stir and had to move my leg to cover it. As he spoke he would pat her leg and gently rub her calves and foot.

“You’re a lucky man Liam, having such a beautiful girl as Tricia on tap.” He turned to her and said, “I think about our times a lot.”

I saw a definite jump in his cock when he said that.

“Do you ever miss what I gave you?” he asked her.

The alcohol was talking and Tricia smiled and said, “You gave me quite a lot and I’ll bet it hasn’t shrunk any!”

“No it hasn’t and it has some fond memories as you were one of the few girls who never complained about the size. I don’t suppose Liam here is a match is he?”

He looked at me in a pitiful way and smiled. His eyes looked back and forth at the two of us.

“We were jealous beasts in those days, all those hormones and testosterone running around. I suppose we’re all less possessive now.”

I knew what he was implying but wasn’t sure if he was asking to take Tricia to bed, looking for a threesome or just simply trying to get me annoyed. Tricia seemed oblivious to it though but I wasn’t so sure she hadn’t felt the heavy sexual tension in the air. Maybe he didn’t know where this was going himself and was just testing to see what we would do.

I did nothing.

“Liam here isn’t the jealous type,” said Tricia. “He’s not your usual macho-type, are you love?”

“Wouldn’t you get upset if a guy tried to get inside your wife’s pants, Liam?”

“Of course I would,” I replied trying to be forceful.

“Would it not turn you on just a little bit to think she was your wife and another guy had a hard cock thinking about fucking her?”

He looked down and his cock jumped up. It was now noticeably standing up in the thin fabric of his shorts. Tricia couldn’t see it as he was sitting open-legged facing in my direction. I had to assume it was for my benefit.

I was quiet again.

“What if Tricia said you could watch her getting some and maybe even have a wank while it happened?”

Tricia looked at me and I detected anticipation in her face. She wanted him to fuck her. I could see the look. She was wet and I was the only person stopping her. I wondered if I did stop it, would she slip out of bed when I was asleep and do it anyway. She knew I slept soundly.

“I need another drink,” I said. “Anyone else?”

“More wine darling,” said Tricia, as her eyes dropped and she saw Charles’ stiff cock for the first time that night. “Charles, you are naughty.”

“You always got me going Tricia but I’m aware Liam got you and I didn’t. My cock’s got a good memory and I suppose it’s thinking of good times.”

I came back into the room from the kitchen and he addressed me. “Have you never wondered exactly what Tricia and I did? Have you never been excited at the thought of another man having sex with her and wondered if she enjoyed it as much as she did with you? Have you ever wanted to see her excited with another man?”

He almost whispered the last couple of sentences.

“We could fulfil that fantasy for you Liam. I think Tricia wants to and I have a feeling your cock is rigid in your pants right now.”

As I walked past him, he squeezed the front of my shorts and my semi-hard cock jumped almost as much as I did.

“I know the answer!” he said.

His hand wandered up Tricia’s leg, under her loose t-shirt and she laid her head back and gasped making no attempt to stop him. I sipped my wine while sitting opposite the show on the couch. He moved steadily up her legs and reached his target as Tricia exhaled loudly. I could only imagine his fingers stroking the front of her panties and rubbing her clit through the fabric. My breathing was coming in gasps and my heart was pounding. He slid from the arm to the sofa, lifting and spreading her legs open so only he could see in between them and all the way up to her panties. He rolled over and stretched up to kiss Tricia fully on the lips. She said nothing but responded passionately, her arms coiling around him. My cock hurt!

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