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  Christine is Cherished

  by Tempesto

  Published by Burping Frog Publishing

  Copyright © 2009 Tempesto

  Detroit, Michigan

  All rights reserved. Manufactured in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All persons and locations in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

  Chapter 1

  My wife Christine and I live in an unfinished subdivision in California. We bought this house before gas prices jumped and house prices fell. Between the two pincers we got hammered financially and like so many other people we are stuck for the time being. The developer finished just two houses before the bank pulled his loans thanks to the credit crunch. The rest of our cul-de-sac is barren land. We have become friendly with the couple in the other house, Brenda and Paul.

  One of the problems no one tells you about, and one that probably doesn’t fully come to mind when making the choice to become a long distance commuter for the first time, is how dependent you become on your automobile. Recently, I was stuck at home when my car was in the shop. Since I work as a software engineer, I could work from home for the day. Unfortunately, I was out of sugar for my coffee. I decided to take a walk across the street since walking to the nearest store was impossible.

  The entrances of our houses are identical, and on either side of the front door is a glass window border. As I approached the door, I looked up and saw something through the window I had never expected. Brenda was on all fours getting fucked by a black man I had never seen before! My mouth fell open as I watched this well build dark stranger with his hands gripping her hips. Her sexy auburn hair was heavy with sweat from the workout and her massive breasts (which I had checked out whenever I saw her) were pounding forward and back as he guided her along the length of his manhood. I could hear the slapping of her graceful, curvy figure against his thighs through an open living room window.

  She kept moaning and panting, glossy pink lipstick slightly mussed, her supple lips in a perfect “O”. His hand rose off her curvy hip and gave her ass a quick slap.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Sir I am your white bitch!” she admitted in the heat. “I’m all yours! Just don’t stop! Pleeeeeeese don’t fucking stop!”

  Hearing her pleading words, he picked up the pace in earnest. The couple glistened in the bright morning sunlight. Though I am not normally a voyeur, I could not help myself and unbuttoned my shorts. My cock was already dripping pre-cum and aching for relief. I moistened my palm with my sticky juices, and stroked my hardness unison with his thrusts. My eyes were wide as I was finally able to enjoy Brenda’s curvy, pleasingly thick build. I had become obsessed with seeing her in the buff since they had moved here. My cock was throbbing as I got my wish to see her pale flesh uncovered. Her blonde – auburn wispy gently curled hair was gorgeous, even damp with sweat.

  The black man’s pace picked up and finally he shouted “Yeah, take my cum!”

  “Oh yesssssssss – I can feel it!” she exclaimed.

  I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, or how unexpectedly aroused it had made me! I watched as he held her white hips in place and kept his manhood planted firmly inside her, reaping his pleasure within her. He remained inside her for a few minutes before pulling out. Thick pearly white strands of cum contrasted the dark his skin when his cock was exposed! He had cum inside this white upper middle class housewife right before my eyes! I came immediately.

  I rushed back to my house, afraid of having been noticed.

  For the rest of the morning I was obsessed with what I had witnessed. I drank my coffee black, unconcerned at the lack of sugar. There was no chance of concentrating on writing code this morning. Instead, I kept a curious eye on Brenda and Paul’s house through my mini blinds so as not to be seen. An hour later I saw the garage door open and Brenda’s lover drove a Lexus out and away. My mind reeled as I thought about the show I witnessed.

  Then, I saw Brenda walk out of the garage. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt and boxers as she started gardening the bed of flowers in front of her home. Without thinking, I started stroking my cock again as I spied her sexy rear facing my direction. It was not long before I climaxed watching her, knowing her garden had been seeded.

  I turned away and started to watch CNN to try to focus on anything else. I found myself having a curious sensation; jealousy of Paul! The obscene fantasy of Christine having sex with another man had been a deviant fascination of mine for years. We have had expansive sexual escapades. But she always refused to consider my fantasy out of fear that it would ruin our relationship. Brenda had tempted me even more to envision what Christine would look like if I were watching her. A jealousy and even an envy of Paul developed within me because his wife was giving herself to another man - a black, dominant one no less!!

  Brenda and Christine didn’t share appearances. As I have already described, Brenda is on the voluptuous side. She is what one would call thick rather than fat. Brenda had what I would term as ‘baby fat’, that slightly extra bit of weight around that has the benefit of granting her massive natural boobs and sensual curves. Her hair was past shoulder length, an auburn in color.

  By contrast Christine was athletic in build, curvy but slim, with C-cup beasts. Christine is lightly tanned skin Italian, with dark brunette curly hair and a shaved pussy. Her eyes can appear pale blue or grey depending on the light.

  I spent the rest of the day watching TV, trying to calm my sexual tempest down. Around 5 o’clock the doorbell rang. Paul was there when I opened the door.

  “Hi,” I said. Actually, I was in shock. I didn’t know if I should tell him about what I had witnessed or keep secret about what I knew!

  “Your presence is requested,” he said. “Please come with me next door.”

  Then he held up my wallet!

  I followed Paul, without conversation. My mind was already full of unanswered questions. Did he know about his wife and her mysterious black lover? Did he think I was having an affair with his wife? Did he think I was a peeping Tom?

  He opened the front door of his home and the questions only multiplied as I saw Brenda and three black men! The men were all muscularly well built and obviously worked out frequently. Brenda wore a light fabric collar shirt open to the waist and her cleavage was tauntingly peaking out.

  “So you like to watch, huh?” said the black man that I had spied with her earlier.

  “I, um well ah, just came over for some sugar.” I stammered.

  “Yeah, and you spied through the window and watched me and Brenda! We’ve got a spot of your cum from the doorstep, pal! We could report you as a peeping Tom to the police right now!” he quickly said.

  “Please don’t,” I begged. “I promise to forget it and never say anything. I love my wife and don’t want any trouble.”

  He stared at me for a minute before continuing, “Well, you need to understand that we want a bit more than a promise. You spied on something that is part of something bigger. Like it or not, you are involved now. We are Brenda’s lovers now, not Paul. A white man can’t be allowed to see what you saw unless he is willing to make certain sacrifices.”

  “If I might interrupt for just a second Master,” Brenda finally spoke. “Obviously you are turned on by seeing a white woman taken by a bl
ack man. Paul was just like you. He kept trying to get me to have sex with a black man. Finally, I agreed, provided I picked the man and he promised not to interfere and to let whatever happened take its course. Well, everyone got what they wanted!”

  She giggled, and then smiled.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I said.

  “Look, just admit that you liked watching a white woman be taken by a black man! Is it really so hard! You are obviously into it and you NEED to just say it out loud,” Brenda replied.

  “Ok, ok, I admit watching his black cock taking your pussy was a turn on.”

  “That’s just the first step,” the black man continued. “Since you chose to steal your cheap thrills spying on us you are now part of this and need to pony up your dues.”

  “What do you want?” I asked afraid of the answer.

  “Your wife! You OWE us because you chose to involve yourself by stealing your cheap thrills here this morning. Make no mistake about it. We’ve got the goods on you. You are going to let Sir James, or Sir Randall have a chance to seduce your wife – non negotiable. Otherwise we go to the cops.”

  “What if my wife doesn’t want to have sex with either of them? What then?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

  “Nothing will happen that she doesn’t want. Look, all we are asking for is a fair chance to tempt her without you interfering. If she doesn’t want to try sex with us your debt will be considered settled. If she has sex with one of us and never wants to again, fine – all set. However, if she does have sex with one of us and wants more, then you’re just going to have to accept the consequences, like Paul here.” Sir James said. All three of them laughed for a minute while Paul just looked away.

  The thought of watching Christine with a black lover had been an obsession of mine for some time. But she had always resisted, believing that it would hurt the relationship. I was afraid, however, since these men seemed so dominant. Still, I could not deny the wet spot accumulating at the top of my rock hard cock!

  “You promise that if she doesn’t consent nothing will happen?”

  “Call me Sir! I am Sir Samuel, that is Sir James and he is Sir Randall,” he said in introduction. “You will address us as Sir or Master. Understand this: if you win you are in the clear. But if your wife wants to be with one of us you agree to let it play out without interfering.”

  “Yes Sir. Do I understand you correctly, Sir, that it depends on her?” I answered, very nervous of the men.

  “Yes.”

  “Ok, I’ll do it.” I replied. There was a measure of safety in my assent to allow these men to attempt to seduce my wife since Christine had never been interested in my fantasy of watching her have sex with another man. Aside from that I had an arrangement in my mind so that I might control the action.

  “Good! Now we need a little insurance. Take off all your clothes!”

  “What? Why?”

  “That’s Sir! And the answer is that we wouldn’t want you to change your mind after you leave. We want a little extra insurance. So, get naked!”

  I was clearly not in a place to negotiate and complied. The men all dropped their pants and I was told to kneel. Then they took their black cocks and stood in front of me! Brenda proceeded to get up and start to take photographs. Many photographs were taken with these thick cocks around my face, all extremely humiliating. I was forced to kiss their balls and the tips of their cocks repeatedly. This went on for about 15 minutes as Brenda giggled and took many shots with her digital camera, being sure to get full facial shots of me!

  “There, that didn’t hurt did it!” Sir Samuel said with a laugh.

  “No Sir,” I demurely replied.

  “Good! It’s decided then. Two weeks from tonight you will present your wife to us. We will be at your house at 9 pm sharp, and she will be ready. Don’t even think of backing out or these pictures will be EVERYWHERE!” Sir Samuel warned. “Oh yeah, one other thing. You aren’t allowed to have sex with your wife before then. This has to be a fair competition for her sexual favors. You’ve had years to build up your lead. We only have one night to convince her!”

  “Yes Sir, I agree.”

  Honestly, I was turned on but also afraid of these men. Plus I felt that I could count on my wife to deny them, or maybe just try it this once.

  “Since you are going to pay up, we’ll let you see some more of what you can expect!”

  With that Sir Samuel walked over to Brenda. She got on all fours, tossing her shirt to the side. I watched in awe as she made his cock grow thick and long with her sensuous mouth. Her scent started to fill the room as she got more turned on and I could see her pussy glisten with moisture. When he was hard, Brenda turned and offered herself to Sir Samuel. Her full breasts began to swing in earnest with her nipples erect to a point. Helpless to hold back I began to hold my cock. She moaned louder and louder as her lover’s thick black cock stretched her folds. I watched transfixed as his cock became more and more soaked from Brenda’s torrid pubic area.

  Seeing this white woman stretched out, satisfying a black lover titillated me to exquisite heights. Countless times I had watched interracial porn with white women being taken by black men. But those videos simply could not convey what it is to witness the submission of a white wife. The reality was stunning, and between the scents, sounds and proximity to this genuineness I found myself secretly hoping that maybe Christine might surrender to lust just once.

  Sir Samuel picked up the pace of his sexual sullying of Paul’s wife. Then he said, “Watch me cum inside her. Just think about my seed in this woman’s creamy pussy!”

  With that he tensed, holding her hips firmly as they both shuddered in ecstasy. I could hold back no longer and also climaxed.

  “You can go now. Remember, two weeks from tonight, 9 pm,” Sir Samuel said. Brenda was panting, wanting more and taking Sir Randall’s manhood into her willing pussy. She looked back at the black master claiming her sacredness and moaned. Then she turned to her husband and said, “Paul, escort our guest home.”

  With that Paul ushered me out and walked with me back to my house.

  “Can I trust them?” I asked when we cleared his house.

  “Yeah, they are good to their word.” He replied. “But trust me, they expect you to be good with yours.”

  “Well, what’s it like? I’ve often fantasized about Christine having sex with another man. But we never did it.”

  “You have to experience it for yourself. You’ll know what to do when the time comes.”

  With that he turned, leaving me at my front door.

  Chapter 2

  I spent the next two weeks working as many hours as I could, intentionally coming home too tired for sex. Christine was beginning to suspect something, and even asked me directly if the lack of sex had anything to do with her. I assured her that it didn’t and that this Saturday I would make it up to her. Secretly, I equally dreaded and anxiously anticipated what might happen. I felt confident that while she might enjoy the evening, I was in no danger of the second part of my promise to the black masters. I felt secure that Christine wouldn’t agree to have sex with them at all. Or, more than that I felt like she might just once try it if the circumstances were right.

  I had seen Brenda out in her yard since that night, and she had a mischievous smile and glint in her eye. When she was sure that Christine wasn’t home, she would flash her breasts to me and giggle. “Welcome to the club,” she would say. I loved the chance to see those large breasts and their erect tips. But, I was worried about the possible consequences of the situation I had created.

  On the Friday morning before the agreed date, Paul knocked on my door after Christine left for work.

  “I have been sent to remind you of you commitment tomorrow night,” he stated.

  “Um, yeah, listen Paul I want to talk to you about this. Tell me more about what has happened since you and Brenda got involved with these black men?” I anxiously questioned.

  “Sorry, I am not allow
ed to discuss it at this point. After tomorrow night we can talk, not before,” he informed me. “Just to make sure you don’t try anything stupid. I’ve also been told to give you this.”

  He handed me a copy of one of the photos! I immediately dropped any idea of backing out.

  “OK, OK let’s not get hasty! Tell them that the front door will be open for them at 9 as agreed.”

  It is amazing how fast time flies when you really don’t want it to! I knew that my wife could have her first taste of black cock shortly, and was floating adrift on a sea of emotions.

  The plan I formulated was to tie Christine to the bed and blindfold her. This wouldn’t be questioned too much as we had often played with her bound. Luckily, my wife recently had an IUD put into place since we weren’t financially ready to have children at this time because of our mortgage. I rationalized to myself that if a condom broke we were still safe. I made sure to purchase extra large Trojans at the drug store Saturday afternoon in preparation for the evening appointment. I felt like I had the situation under ‘control’, or at least as much as I could. I could tell Christine afterward that I just really wanted her to try exploring the fantasy just this once and I wouldn’t ever do it again. I knew it would put me in the doghouse for a little while. But between having the black men using condoms, the back up insurance of her IUD, and the fact that she had expressed curiosity about black men while watching porn a few times, I thought I could sell it just this once.

  We had dinner around 7 that night. Christine is a great cook, and the meal was delectable. I made sure to back up my plan by plying her with some very strong Sex on the Beaches. By 8:30 she was VERY tipsy, but not falling down drunk, which was exactly how I wanted her. I started to kiss her and got her juices going.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom, I want to tie you up and fuck you!” I whispered.

  She giggled and headed straight to the bedroom, stripping along the way. She finished there, letting her skirt and then panties fall. More than willing, she laid on the bed allowing me to restrain her. The preparations were complete with a few minutes to spare and time to ready the room. I dimmed the lighting set to mood, and put the condoms on the nightstand.