Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four-bedroom
colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at
night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that
sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or
requests for water from the children, but then as they drifted off
the blessed silence would come.
Mary was upstairs putting the children to bed. Four of them.
From ten year old hellion, David, to three year old Beth. With
eight year old, Tommy and six year old Faith in between. Four busy
kids. While Mary was upstairs with the kids, Joseph straightened
up the ground floor of the home. Mary and Joseph alternated the
jobs of child-bedder and home-straightener. Putting the Sega
away, picking up the books and CDs, clearing the kitchen counters,
loading the dishwasher and generally improving the appearance of
the home for the morning when the kids would descend and start
their day anew. As tomorrow was Saturday, the mayhem would
continue all day, Joseph reminded himself ruefully.
Upstairs, Mary was reading Beth a book. Beth was just starting to
lose focus on her mother; her blinking eyes taking longer each time
to reopen. Mary read the mechanically, putting less character and
volume into her voice as Beth started to nod off. Deep down, Mary
was wrestling with a large problem. How to tell her husband,
Joseph about the URGE. Because THE URGE was upon her. It had
started two weeks ago as the tiniest suggestion in her head and
built steadily until tonight it captivated her waking moments,
bouncing around powerfully in her skull. THE URGE. Mary hoped
Joseph would take it well. Not lay too much Catholic guilt on her.
THE URGE was impervious to criticism, but Mary was not. Why do I
have these thoughts, she asked herself sadly? Why?
As Beth drifted off, Mary closed the book and crept out of the
bedroom. In the bathroom, she examined herself in the large half
mirror. Mary Savior, wife and mother at thirty-six years. The
Classic Soccer Mom. Had the minivan and suburban house. Identified
herself first as a mother, second as a wife, third as a lover.
Stood five foot nothing in her stocking flat feet; weighed between
125 pounds when she was exercising to 140 pounds when her period
was in and she guiltily indulged herself in forbidden sweets and
happened to be off her exercise regimen. Shoulder-length blond hair
and light blue eyes. Mary would describe herself as average. Just
average. Two B cup breasts after the four children; somewhat saggy
with traceries of light blue veins; a stomach that pooched out
slightly no matter which diet or how hard it was exercised. The
bellybutton which frowned downward. The stretch marks, tiny white
scars on her tummy and thighs and butt. The marks she bore for her
children. Firmly resigned Free Interracial Gangbang Pictures to wearing only one-piece bathing suits
to hide her marks. Turning around and looking back over her
shoulder, Mary checked to see how her bottom appeared through her
work slacks. Oh yeah. The ever-present slight sag of her butt,
years ago her best feature. She sighed and left the bathroom.
Time to talk with Joseph.
Joe was sitting at the dining room table paying the bills when
Mary rejoined him. He gazed up at her fondly, his wife of 13
years. He loved everything about her. He was comfortable about
her body and her pretty face. Any chance? On a Friday night?
Probably not. They were generally worn out after work and coming
home to fix dinner and be with the kids. She sure looked down
about something.
“Kids go down all right?”
“Yes,” Mary answered dutifully. “Beth was nodding off before I
finished Winnie the Pooh. The boys are quiet. I think Faith is
already asleep.” She sat down next to him at the large table. She
sighed. That’s how Joseph knew it was talking time.
“Anything the matter, hon?” he asked anxiously, wondering what it
could be. “You need something?”
Mary looked up at him. She didn’t want to say the words. Didn’t
want to see the look of pain in his eyes. Again. She fought for
the words and the context to put them in. She lost and just ended
up blurting it out miserably.
“I… I… I have THE URGE, Joe. I have the URGE and I’m so
sorry…” she gushed, tears springing to her eyes.
Joe felt the heat rush to his face as he stared at his wife. Not
anger–he loved her too much for that–but he felt the distress and
the guilty twinge in his pants. Again?
Mary watched him flush and cringed inwardly. Why do I do this to
him? Why can’t we be normal all the time? she wondered helplessly.
But the word was out hanging awkwardly between them. She waited on
her husband. Joe breathed out, his breath releasing his tension.
“Again, honey? THE URGE again? So soon?” he asked, trying to
keep his emotions out of the mix. Careful what you say, he
cautioned himself.
“Yes, Joe. So soon.” Mary whispered. “It’s been in my head for a
couple of weeks now. I had to tell you. I’m sorry–I really am,”
she finished lamely, wanting nothing more than for Joe to hold her
and make it all better.
“The last time was…?”
“Three years ago, Joe. We had just had Beth,” Mary answered sadly.
Joe was silent, lost in his thoughts. She wants to do it again?
She has to do it again? He felt like he could cry himself, add his
tears to hers. I have to be strong for Mary, he told himself. I
love her and she loves me. THE URGE doesn’t change that. He
breathed rhythmically, forcing the tension out of his body. Force
the blood out of his penis that was bent uncomfortably in his pants.
“And you want to do it again?”
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The rug was just too uncomfortable. We got up, and she took me by the
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comfortable. We ended up in the bedroom. (To this day, I am unhappy about
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the ceiling before shuffling past Joe to peer down the line of
stalls. Mary heard Joe’s offer. She moved her legs towards the
door so the man could see her feet with her painted toenails.
The old black guy turned back on Joe. “Yeah… Yes sir, I’d like
that.”
Joe pointed over to the third stall and the black guy headed in.
Mary slid off the pot and down onto her cushion. She peered thru
the hole. The old black guy peered curiously at her. “Bring it
here,” Mary breathed, and the old guy responded. He unzipped and
pulled his black cock out. It was a long, uncut, ebony cock of
medium girth. It hung down. The black guy picked his limp member
up with his right hand and stepped up to Mary’s gloryhole. Mary
watched this gnarled old cock come at her face. She grasped the
limp cock with her right hand and rubbed it slowly over her cheeks,
luxuriating in its warmth. It responded slightly, growing thicker,
but not able to support itself. Maybe the guy was too old. It
didn’t matter. Mary sniffed him where his cock met his balls. The
old guy’s meat smelled of manly sweat. His cock had a powerful
smell that set Mary off. She skinned his head back slightly. This
was only the second uncircumcised penis she had ever done. They
were a weird turn-on for her. It was clean under there so Mary put
his cock right into her mouth and started sucking the old black
guy. She would have sucked him if he had been dirty anyway…
Joe opened Mary’s stall door. Her eyes were closed as she
performed, sucking up and down that cock, lubricating it with her
abundant saliva as she worked. She made a slight motion with two
fingers for Joe. He bent down and picked up the camera. The room
was quiet except for her avid sucking and the old black guy’s
slight moans of enjoyment.
“I’m going to take a picture,” Joe announced quietly for the old
guy’s benefit. He didn’t answer.
Mary pulled the black meat out her mouth. It glistened dark and
heavy and she laid it across her cheek as she licked back towards
his testes. The cock felt good and warm against her cheek. The
head was touching her ear as the flash went off. She put the meat
back in her mouth and slid two fingers between her legs into her
wet gash. She was close to the brink, waiting only for the man to
come.
Joe pulled the picture off the Polaroid and stuck it in his shirt
pocket. He waited until Mary’s next signal, which would mean the
guy was coming. Maybe she’d want a picture of him coming in her
mouth; maybe she’d pull it out and have him spray her face. Or
maybe the guy would want something else. Joe watched his wife
sucking the black meat. It hadn’t gotten very hard, but she was
very much into it.
After a time, the black guy suddenly shuffled his feet and let go
with a low moan. Mary tasted something salty and tangy in her
mouth, oozing from his black cock. The guy was coming and Mary
joined him, moaning herself now as her pussy clamped shut around
her fingers several times. She signaled Joe, who quickly bent and
framed the picture. The flash went off a second time. The black
guy continued a slow dribble into her mouth for ten seconds before
his moans subsided and he was done. Mary let his cock rest in her
mouth until her own orgasm subsided. Then she pulled his spent
dick out of her mouth and kissed it several times. His dangling
black cock was shiny clean. The guy pulled it back through the
hole and zipped himself back up. Joe closed the stall door and
waited for the black guy to emerge.