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Jenny Takes a Detour, Part 1
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GBV06A - M+/F - WIFE - Jenny Takes a Detour - Part 1
by The Warthog
Standard Disclaimer--This story is intended for the entertainment of
adults only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My name is Jenny. My story is about a major change in my life. I'm 35
years old, married and have two children. My husband is a Minister in a
small town in Texas. We've been married for 17 years. My life has been
very prim and proper but satisfying until recently.
About two weeks ago I started out to attend a bible seminar in Dallas,
which is about a three hour drive from home. I kissed and hugged my two
sons Brad and Jeff and husband Jim and promised that I would be careful
on the road. I told Jim that I would call him from the hotel to let him
know I was OK.
The trip went fine until I got near Dallas. A road construction crew was
working on the road and had set up a detour. I checked my map to see how
far this would put me from my final destination. No problem, it turned
out, if I used a county road about 5 miles from the detour.
Unfortunately, my car decided to die after about 10 miles down the
county road. I lifted the hood to take a look at the engine even though
I know nothing about cars. I had hopes that someone might come along and
help. I hadn't passed any cars on this stretch and I was worried it
might be some time before someone came by. It was a hot July day and I
was beginning to perspire.
My worries ended when a pick-up truck pulled up behind my car. Two very
large black men got out and walked to the front of my car. I was
startled at first and a little afraid at the sight of these two giants.
They seemed polite enough when they asked if I needed help. I smiled and
answered yes. Both looked under the hood and after a few minutes' one of
the men said that it looked like a bad fuel pump. He offered to give me
a ride into town to arrange a tow. I accepted his kindness and
introduced myself.
The man that offered the ride told me that his name was Fred and his
friend's name was Joe. We all got in their truck with me sitting in the
middle. The pick-up was old and had no air-conditioning. It was a
standard size pick-up but I was still cramped between these huge men. I
noticed that my shirt was beginning to cling to my skin. Fred and Joe
had noticed as well. They kept stealing glances at my chest as the wet
material of my shirt outlined my breasts. They remained gentlemen,
however.
The attention is something I am used to. I have blond hair and blue
eyes. I have been considered pretty since I was a little girl. When I
entered my teen years my body blossomed beyond my parents' expectations.
They kept a tight rein on me. They knew I would be the target of every
boy in school. As a result I lived a very sheltered life.
The sheltered existence continued after I met and married my husband.
When I was fitted for my wedding dress, I measured 38DD-23-35. I'm 5'7"
tall and weigh 120 pounds. I have maintained my shaped through the years
with exercise. My youthful face allows me to pass for 25. Hardly anyone
can believe that I'm the mother of a 16 year old son. The attention has
never really been a problem for me. I have always be content to be a
wife and mother. Sex just has never been a big priority with me.
Now, that priority seemed to be changing for some reason. I tried to
pinpoint why I felt different. Was it because I was away from home? Was
it because it had been a long time since I had made love to my husband?
Was it the heat, or was it the sizable bulges forming in Fred's and
Joe's pants? All I knew was that my face felt flush and an itch was
forming between my legs.
I found myself staring at the bulge in Joe's pants. It continued to grow
to my amazement. I felt my vagina lubricating. I couldn't believe what
was happening. I was a married woman who led a conservative religious
life, and yet I was beginning to imagine myself having sex with this man
I'd just met. To top that off, the man was black. Now, I don't have a
prejudiced bone in my body, however, I was raised in the South and the
tradition here is that when it comes to sex and marriage the races don't
mix. I tried to get control of myself. I just couldn't commit adultery
and yet my vagina was yearning to be filled.
Joe noticed my stare and said, "Please pardon my arousal ma'am, but its
not often that a beautiful white woman with a big chest sits this close
to me." I pushed my chest out with pride and said, "Thanks for the
compliment, Joe." I added, "You fellas are handsome, yourselves." And
they were. I wasn't just being nice. My attention returned to Joe's
bulge as I asked, "Looks like you have something big there, as well."
Joe replied, "Its a tribute to your beauty, ma'am." He added, "I wish I
could get my mind on something else, my trousers are beginning to get
cramped."
I looked at Joe with concern and said, "Oh Joe, I'm sorry, I wish I
could hide." Joe said, "No ma'am, this is my problem." I said, "I don't
want you to be uncomfortable, Joe." To my surprise I added, "Open your
pants if it will make you more comfortable." Joe looked at me with a
surprised look, then looked at Fred who looked equally surprised. Joe
said, "Well, if it wouldn't bother you, ma'am, it would sure make me feel
better."
Joe unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He tried to keep his substantial
member hidden but it was too big. I stared at Joe's penis with awe. It
must have been a foot long. The head was as thick as a coke can. I said
to myself out loud, "I caused that." I was surprised when Joe answered,
"Yes ma'am, you did." I looked at Joe with sympathy and said, "I'm sorry
that I've inconvenienced you two and I wish there was something I could
do."
Joe shook his head and said, "No inconvenience, ma'am. We're glad to help
a pretty lady." He added, "There is only one thing that will get my bone
back inside my pants right now and I don't think you would like it." I
had my suspicions but I had to ask, "What's that, Joe?" Joe's politeness
gave way to frankness as he said, "Ma'am, you have to suck me off!" I
looked at Joe with surprise although I wasn't. I looked at Joe's penis
again. All I could think about was Joe's penis. I tried to remember who
I was. I was in a strange truck but it was like a dream.
The next thing I knew I had three inches of Joe's penis in my mouth. I
don't even remember leaning over and taking him in my mouth. Joe had a
surprised look on his face that began to change to pleasure. My lips
were stretched to their limits. Joe's penis was to much for my mouth. I
began to lick the head while I stroked the shaft. Joe began to growl
with passion. I couldn't believe I was given this man oral sex. It was
the first penis I had ever tasted. My husband would never ask me to suck
his penis and I never brought it up. I found that I was enjoying the
feeling of sucking this large black penis.
While I sucked, Joe unbuttoned my shirt and began to rub my breasts. He
said, "Fred, look at these big titties." Fred grunted his approval. I
wanted to feel Joe's hands on my nipples so I unsnapped my bra. Joe took
this as an invitation. I felt his hand cup my right breast. A moment
later I felt Fred's hand on my left breast. They pinched my nipples
sending a message to my vagina demanding attention. I began to rub the
wet area between my legs.
Within seconds I had an orgasm. Shortly afterward, Joe flooded my mouth
with his sperm. I jerked my head away causing Joe's second squirt to hit
me in the face. I decided that the taste wasn't that bad so I swallowed
Joe's penis again and collected the remainder of his sperm in my mouth.
I swallowed the liquid with each delivery into my mouth. I couldn't
believe how much Joe came. I now had a belly full of his sperm.
Just then the passenger door opened and Joe and Fred helped me out of
the truck. I hadn't noticed that Fred had pulled down a dirt road out of
site of the county road. He had pulled over at secluded spot. Fred led
me around to the bed of the truck and had me crawl up on a bunch of old
blankets. Fred unzipped his pants and pulled out a penis that was easily
two inches longer than Joe's and just as thick. He crawled up into the
truck bed and dangled his penis next to my head.
Without hesitation, I began to suck and lick Fred's member. Meanwhile,
Joe crawled in the truck-bed on the other side of me and began to remove
my shirt and bra. He then removed my shoes and jeans. Lastly he pulled
my panties off leaving me naked. Fred's penis had meanwhile gotten rock
hard. I removed Fred's penis from my mouth and said, "Put it in me,
Fred, please!"
Fred laid back on the blankets and grabbed me by the waist. He lifted me
with ease up over his penis while I guided the head to my opening. I was
very wet, however, I was not sure I could take such a large member even
after two pregnancies. Fred slowly lowered me down. His penis entered me
stretching my vaginal lips thin. Fred was able to penetrate me without
difficulty but it was incredibly tight. Slowly I was impaled the full
length of his shaft. I never felt so full. He began pumping me up and
down. I immediately had an orgasm. It continued while I pumped up and
down on Fred. I had never had an orgasm like this. I didn't want it to
end.
After about five minutes of riding Fred, I felt a pressure between the
cheeks of my bottom. Before I could say anything, Joe had four inches of
penis buried in my anal opening. My orgasm intensified. They began to
pump me together. I now had over two feet of penis filling my holes. The
only thing that could be better was to have a third penis in my mouth.
I screamed for them to pound me harder and they did, while Joe squeezed
my bottom and Fred squeezed my breasts.
After about 15 minutes of sex, Joe pulled out of my anus and stuck his
penis in my mouth. He unloaded another load of sperm in my mouth as Fred
flooded my vagina. I was dripping at both ends. I licked Joe clean not
minding where Joe's cock had just been, then cleaned up Fred. They
thanked me for the sex. I told them that I wanted to go again. Fred
said, "Ma'am, if you want more I'll have to take you to the pool hall. I'm
just not ready for any more fucking now."
Without thinking about my situation I said, "Anything you say, Fred." As
I got dressed I was amazed at how wonderful I felt. I had more orgasms
in those few minutes than I had my entire life. My husband had never
satisfied me and it had been many years since I had climaxed by my own
hand. I now realized that I would not be able to survive without the
feelings and sensations I had just experienced.
As we drove into town I realized that I told my husband I would call him
when I arrived. Guilty feelings suddenly overcame me. I thought about my
family and then about what I had just done. My thinking became confused.
I knew that it was sinful for a married woman to have sex with another
man, much less two at one time. It couldn't have been me, a white woman,
with two huge black penises buried in my vagina and anus. Surely, it
wasn't I who sucked the sperm out of Joe's penis and swished the gooey
liquid around my tongue to savor the taste. And, it must have been
someone else who licked the residue off the big black cock that had
moments before been 12 inches deep in my bowel. I recalled an earlier
trip to the bathroom that morning before I had left.
I was shocked at what I had done, but I loved every minute of it. I'm
not sure if it was the nastiness of
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