The Plan · Part 1

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Another great wife turned slut story.

Karen and I have been married for over five years. We've always had a nice, open relationship and have been friends for over 10 years. We're both pretty adventurous and have tried a number of different things together over the years. Swapping, however, was never one of them.

Karen is 28 years old. She is petite, 5 feet, 4 inches, 105 pounds with a 35" bust, 22" waist and 34" hips. She's pretty trim and keeps in shape. She'll eat at her desk so she can work out at lunch time and she loves to run. Her blonde brown hair is just shoulder length and goes well with her dark green eyes. Karen has always been pretty much her own person, very independent and strong willed. She is a senior financial consultant for an investment banking firm downtown and is every bit the successful career woman. She prides herself on being in control of herself and not being a "weak and subservient" woman.

I'm 5'10", 190 pounds, average build (and, for the record, am six inches when fully erect.) Karen and I have always enjoyed a very nice sex life, but me, being a guy and all, wanted to try something more.

I'd always wanted to watch Karen fuck a black guy. The thought of seeing a black man make love to her sweet little body while I watched has always been a fantasy of mine. We had discussed it several times and, although Karen admitted it would probably be fun, she was hesitant to go any further. Karen is the naughty but nice type. She'll try just about anything in bed, but has her limits as far as involving other people. She had taken part in a 3-some many years ago with a previous boyfriend and had a good time, but it was nothing earth-shattering. Since then, she's been a one-man woman. About a year or so ago, all that changed.

I had my thirtieth birthday coming up and Karen told me that she wanted to make it very special for me. She said I could have "anything I wanted" from her. Seeing my chance, I told her that what I really wanted was to see her fuck a black guy while I watched. She stopped and thought for a while, giving me that 'you're really pushing me' look. Then unexpectedly, she said, "let me think about this.

I just about lost my mind! She was going to do it! We started to discuss possible "partners" and the name of my black friend, Rick, came up.

I'd known Rick since college. We had roomed together for two semesters and knew each other pretty well. Rick is my same age, but taller, about 6'2". He has short, dark nappy hair and is clean shaven (except for sideburns). He has hypnotic black eyes and a lady-killer's smile. His shoulders are broad and muscular and his body is trim and very toned. His chest, though not huge, is strong and well defined and he had a flat, chiseled stomach. His arms are strong and muscular and hang long from his body. Rick is very into running, volleyball, racquetball, etc. and has the body to show for it. His sexy body, long legs and good looks made him popular with the girls in our dorm back in college. But the feature that set Rick apart was his HUGE cock.

We used to joke about how hung Rick was. Though I had never seen him hard, I'd seen him naked enough times to know that Rick had a large dick, no question. I had even had some of the girls in the dorms ask me once if the stories about him were true!

Rick's cock was as big soft as mine was hard! It hung, curving out and down from his flat, washboard stomach, thick and heavy. His balls were like two black eggs hanging down from his swollen dick. Even the other guys couldn't help but to steal a glimpse at him sometimes just to see the size of it. Though none of us ever said so, we were all pretty jealous.

One problem persisted, however. Rick was not one of Karen's favorite people. Rick was still single and liked to think of himself as a worldly "ladies man." Rick was cocky and liked to have his way. Karen thought of him as arrogant and self-centered. She didn't like how high he always seemed to be on himself.

Karen didn't like how cocky he was with her sometimes. He liked to call her "the little white working girl," and would put his arm on her shoulders when talking to her sometimes, massaging her. He would pick her up sometimes, too, because he liked how small she was. That pissed her off to no end. He sometimes would check her out a bit too long and would make the occasional lewd remark to her, laughing when she got pissed at him But she had heard the stories, too.

About two years ago while we were at a party at a friend's cabin, Rick was in attendance. He had stopped to talk to Karen and she looked up at him from her chair where she had been sunning herself. She had never seen him in swim shorts before and he caught her off guard. She looked up at him and noticed how nicely his cock filled out his swim trunks. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but she kept glancing at the soft bulge in his shorts, at first unintentionally, then on purpose. She told me that night that she was surprised at how big he looked. I told her that from what I remembered from college, that was probably all him.

"Well I used to think you were just exaggerating, but now I believe you." she said. "I was checking him out today at the party and that boy is pretty hung."

"Yeah," I said, "I've never seen him hard, but he's no little guy. We used to always make fun of how big his dick was and how he made the rest of us feel so insignificant."

"I guess he would do that to most guys" Karen said, turning over to go to sleep. "That's a lot of black cock. If he only wasn't such a fucking jerk."

So that's Rick. He's tall, strong, sexy and cocky. He's into jazz, R&B, soul, the whole bit. He's very into clothes, and seems to always be into something new. He comes across as being slick and smooth, a fast talker. He's what Karen doesn't like in a guy in that he's very much a big-city single male stereo-type. Unfortunately, he was also the guy I wanted to see with Karen. This is what I had to work with.

Preliminaries

I asked Karen what she thought about having Rick be the "other guy." She stopped and just looked at me for a second.

"Rick? Why him?" she asked.

"Well, a couple of reasons," I replied. "I've known him for many years, so I feel like we can both trust him. He may be an arrogant jerk sometimes, but he wouldn't hurt either one of us. And he does have a huge black cock."

"I don't know. If we did do this with him, I'd never hear the end of it. If I liked it I could never let him know….but if I didn't like it….well that could be fun, too, in a way," she said. "I just don't like the idea of that smooth talking son-of-a-bitch even touching me, I don't care how sexy he thinks he is."

"Well," I said, "do you think he's sexy?"

"He does have a nice body, I mean there's no denying that," she replied matter of factly.

"Well he does have a nice cock too, as you pointed out yourself," I said.

"Hmmmm," Karen said, "he does at that." She looked off and thought for a while and slowly closed her soft green eyes. Then she began to smile and chuckled softly.

"All right. If Rick is what you want, Rick is what you'll get." she said. "Actually, I think it will be kind of fun to see whether he's as hot as he thinks he is." She smiled again and looked at me. "Call him tonight if you'd like and discuss it with him first, just the two of you. If things look OK, then I'll join in."

"Perfect!," I said. I could NOT believe this! This was too good to be true.

I called Rick later that same evening and asked if he'd like to get together for a few beers. I had to ask him a favor, I said, something we had to discuss man to man. No problem, he told me and we arranged to meet that night.

On my way to the bar, I started to think. Was this OK? What would Rick say, what would he think? Would he believe me? Would he get wierded out and tell a lot of people? I was taking a pretty big chance, but the idea of my fantasy coming alive before my eyes proved too much and I kept going.

"Rick," I began, "I need to ask you a favor and I'm a little nervous. It's pretty personal and I've got to be sure that this will stay between the two of us."

"What's up, Mike? Nothings wrong, I hope," he said.

"No, nothing like that, it's just pretty personal. Look, I'm nervous, so I'm just going to ask you. How would you feel about… would you like…. Karen and I would like to have you come over and, well, let me watch….. you and.. Karen. Together. I want to watch you fuck her, Rick."

Rick looked at me square in the eye. "You want me to do Karen while you watch?"

"Yeah," I said.

He sighed and looked at me, "No shit! Jeez, Mike, kind of hard to say no to that. Karen is a sexy white lady."

My heart pounded inside me. He was going to do it. "What are we talking about here? A threesome?" he asked.

"No, no. It would be just you and Karen. You can do anything you want, as long as Karen goes along with it. I just don't want her to feel like she's being forced to do something against her will." I said.

"But I could say and do whatever I wanted, as long as Karen's digging it?"

"Yes. That would be the deal."

"And you?"

"I'd just watch."

"How many times can I have her?"

I'd never thought about that. What if they wanted to fuck again? "That's up to you and Karen. You two could fuck all night if you wanted." I said, wondering what I'd do if that happened.

"OK" Rick said, "but I'll want to talk with Karen and you together, first.

"No problem. Let me give her a call, maybe we can do this tonight."

I called Karen and told her what had happened. I asked her if we could get together tonight, since we'd pretty much come to an agreement. She said that would be fine, but we weren't going to do anything tonight. I agreed.

We met at our house. Rick was pretty composed, I think Karen expected him to lord over her the fact that her husband had asked him to service her for him. Karen seemed apprehensive, and I began to worry that she would back out. She didn't seem to happy about how things were going, but she agreed that it would be just she and Rick with me watching. She also agreed that they could go as many times as they wanted. "Don't plan on this going on all night, Rick." she said. "I don't know if you could handle me all night," Rick replied. "Please!" said Karen, rolling her eyes.

Rick looked at her and said, "You know, this might be good for you, working girl. I think we'll both enjoy this." She looked at him, exasperated and said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see if you really are the god you seem to think you are."

Rick laughed out loud. "I think this will be fun. Don't worry. I won't be a jerk. I do realize that this is something that you're not completely comfortable with. I appreciate that. I'm not going to do anything that's going to piss you off, Karen." Karen said, OK, but I could see that she was not happy with this. I began to worry and it must have showed.

"Don't worry, Mike," Karen said, "this will work out OK." I was relieved. This was starting to look like it wouldn't work out. Karen and I spoke about it some more later that night. She was still apprehensive, but was curious to see if Rick was really as hung as she had heard and she figured that she could forget about his personality long enough for them to have sex while I watched. Little did we know what would really happen.

The Big Night

We decided to get together on a Friday night at a neutral location. We booked a room at a suburban Comfort Inn for the weekend. Karen, Rick and I would get together Friday night, then when we were finished, Rick would head home while Karen and I spend the night and would also stay Saturday night, just the two of us.

We rented a king-sized whirl pool suite. It was two large rooms. The first room had a couch, two chairs, a TV/VCR, a wet bar, a table and chairs and a coffee table. The bedroom was large with a king sized bed, another small couch and chair, and a whirl pool with mirrored walls. Karen and I arrived first and unpacked. We planned to meet Rick at a local restaurant and have a very light dinner and some drinks. Karen figured that she'd better have a few drinks and maybe a little weed to get her past what she called Rick's "attitude."

Karen put on a pair of nice-fitting jeans and sandals. She wore a cropped white T-shirt that showed a little bit of her nicely toned tummy. I asked her why she was dressing so sexy. She said that as long as she was going through with this, she was going to give it all she had. She was wearing g-string underwear and no bra. She had some make up on, but not a lot. When she came out of the bedroom and announced that she was ready, I was taken back. She looked so sexy and sultry. She was going to play this for all it was worth. I think she also wanted to "teach Rick a lesson," and blow him away.

We met Rick at a Thai restaurant near the hotel. He was already there when we arrived. We went to the booth where Rick was waiting for us. Karen surprised me by sitting next to Rick. Rick looked at her approvingly and smiled. "Hi," she said turning toward him as she sat. She placed her right hand gently on his thigh and kissed him.

"Well, hello, working girl," said Rick. "Are you ready to put in some overtime?"

Karen smiled, "Let's eat first."

We had dinner and then went back to the bar for a few drinks. Karen was loosening up. She and Rick were talking and laughing and getting along fine. Every now and then Karen would flirt with Rick, but never too much. Still, I could sense a chemistry building between them. After a few more drinks, they were laughing together, sometimes I felt like I was the "third wheel." I wasn't used to this. Karen usually was rather cold around Rick, but this was a side of her I'd never seen. Rick asked her to dance. They danced for a while then danced one slow dance. I noticed Karen moving her hand along Rick's black body, whispering something to him. When they returned to the table, Karen said, "I think we should go back to the room."

Round One

When we got to our room, I was already hard as a rock. Karen and Rick were talking quietly behind me in the hall while I tried to unlock the door. I could hear them laughing, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Their words were hushed.

"We need to go in first, " said Karen, "just Rick and I. Don't worry, we won't start without you, but we need to talk. Trust me." Rick just stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders and smiled.

"All right," I said and watched as they walked past me into the room. Karen smiled a wicked smile and brushed her hand across my clothed cock as she passed me. She looked me straight in the eye, smiling as she closed the door. "Give us about 10 minutes or so. Why don't you go to the bar and have another drink?" she said from behind the closed door. "We'll have you paged at the bar." So I went down to the bar.

After about 15 minutes, the bartender came over and asked if my name was Mike. I said yes and he told me that I had a message to go back to my room. This was it. I didn't know what to expect. They had said they wouldn't "start without me," but would the temptation have been too great? I had no idea what I'd find when I opened that door. It was a pretty long walk back to the room.

I knocked and immediately felt stupid for knocking, but I heard Karen's voice call me in. I opened the door. They were still dressed, but the odor in the air told me that they were a little high. The sat together on the couch, Karen nestled up against Rick, but facing me, his arm around her shoulder.

"Sit down and I'll tell you the rules, " Karen said firmly. "Once we start, you can say whatever you want to say, do whatever you want to do, walk around, get close, talk to us, whatever you want. But……under no condition can you touch either one of us. If you do, you'll have to leave the room and wait in the bathroom while we finish and listen at the door. Is that clear?"

Those words hung heavy in the silence that followed. Karen kept a willful steely gaze on me and both she and Rick waited for my reply. "All right." I said.

Then she turned to Rick and their eyes met casually. She put her hand on his chest and he moved his to her cheek and they kissed. It was a slow, long, deep kiss. My cock began to swell. Gently their hands began to explore each other's bodies, their kiss not breaking, but building.

Karen rolled over onto Rick's lap and sat on his thighs, facing him. Her body began to move and grind into him softly and seductively. Rick's hand's began to touch and feel my beautiful wife's ass and legs. His strong hands gently gripped her thighs and Karen responded, rolling her pelvis down into him. They broke their kiss, gasping softly. Rick looked up at Karen who was gazing into Rick's eyes, almost in a daze. Rick's kiss had obviously been more than she anticipated. Then they kissed again, this time with more intensity.

Rick placed his hands on Karen's hips. His muscular arms flexed and he began to roll her back and forth on his thighs. Karen kept kissing, working her hands down to his shirt buttons. She opened his shirt, pressing her hands against his hard, toned chest. When his chest flexed with the movement of his arms, Karen swooned through his kiss and dug her fingers into his muscles and kissed him deeper. Their bodies began moving together, grinding, pumping into each other, their hands moving and clutching.

Karen pulled away from his lips and, looking seductively into his eyes, began to open his shirt. Still sitting on his lap, she unbuttoned each button, all the while looking down into his eyes. She lowered her gaze as she gently pulled open his shirt. Rick's chest was strong and nicely chiseled. His broad shoulders were also toned and defined. His stomach was flat, with softly defined abs. When he moved his hips, his washboard stomach flexed much to Karen's delight. Thin, light black hair went from his chest down to his stomach. She looked him over, gently running her fingers down his body. He moved a bit to reposition himself and, as his body moved and his muscles flexed, Karen smiled, biting her lip and softly sighing. She lowered her body and her lips touched his chest. Rick looked at me. My heart was pounding.

Karen dived hungrily onto Rick's body. Her whole body came alive as her mouth worked over Rick's torso. She traced his muscles with the tip of her tongue, teasing his nipples, licking and sucking them. Rick closed his eyes as she nibbled and bit at his chest. Whenever he flexed his muscles, Karen bit. Her hands gripped his sides as she slipped next to him on the sofa. Her mouth worked it's way down his chest to his stomach. Karen stopped to look at his body again. Sighing heavily, she began to lick and touch his ripped stomach.

Karen began to lick and kiss her way from his belt all the way up to his neck, going back and forth slowly, teasing, but still not licking his hard nipples. Rick reached down for her and, gripping her by the waist, easily lifted her up onto him. They kissed intensely, Karen's hands all over him, reaching behind to grab his ass. She groaned in his kiss when she felt his firm black ass in her hands. Rick's hands held Karen's waist to him and began to work up to her flat tummy, exposed under her cropped T-shirt. His hands slipped under the shirt to the back.

Karen sat up on him, letting Rick's hands move to the front. Her nipples were hard against her shirt. Rick flicked them gently with his finger tips. His hands massaged her body, her back and stomach, and her aching breasts. Hesqueezed her and pumped his hips up into her grinding pelvis. Hegradually began to twist and pull at her thickening nipples. I gasped as I watched him take control of my wife. She was slipping into his spell like I'd never expected.

Rick lifted Karen up toward him. She gasped, surprised at his strength. Rick's hands squeezed my wife's ass as his tongue teased her nipples through her T-shirt. I could see her nipples straining through the now wet material of her T-shirt. Rick began to suck them, keeping Karen firmly in his grip, her hips bucking on his lap. She moaned, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. "Oh… Rick…" she said softly, "yessssss…..so good."

Rick lifted her T-shirt off. Karen's tits, so full and ripe, nipples hard and wet, looked incredible. Rick pulled her toward him. Swooning, she submitted to his grasp, running her fingers through his hair as he sucked and squeezed her breasts. She looked over at me in a daze, then her eyes rolled back and closed as Rick sucked her nipples deeply. She fell limp in his grasp as he devoured her body, working his way down her stomach. She sat up as his hands pulled at her belt, unfastening it and pulling it off her, throwing it to the floor. Rick looked up at her sternly, as he unbuttoned her jeans. Karen fell back as he unzipped her pants and pulled them off her, revealing her long, muscular legs and g- string.

She lay on her back on the couch and Rick knelt over her almost naked body. Her breast heaved as she panted under him. Rick began licking and sucking her body, working his way to her hips, his large black hands pushing at her pelvis, tugging at her g-string. His hands gripped her ass, his fingers moving close to her lips, teasing, kneading. Her pussy ached and throbbed as he teased it with his finger tips. I moved closer to watch. Rick pushed his fingers against her asshole, massaged the skin between her asshole and her pussy, then massaged the opening to her moist slit, never pushing in, just teasing. Karen's chest heaved with her panting as Rick's mouth moved closer to her steaming cunt.

Rick put his mouth against her clothed mound and breathed. Karen moaned deeply. His hands pressed against her bush and he pulled the material of her g-string to the side to reveal her blonde brown bush, neatly trimmed and, to my surprise, shaved around her pussy! Her lips were swollen thick and hard. Rick, on his knees now, looked at her shaved treasure and turned to look at me. "She does this for you?" he asked. "Not this time," I barely gasped.

Karen bit her lip and looked innocently up into Rick's eyes. He looked at her and said, "You nasty little white bitch. I never can say no to a shaved pussy." and with that, he lowered his mouth and I lost sight of her snatch. Karen arched her back and squeezed her nipples hard as Rick's mouth engulfed her pussy. His tongue slurped and smacked between her legs, while Karen's body bucked and pumped under the power of his hungry mouth. Rick dropped his shirt off and reached up to massage Karen's tits. She lay her hands on top of his as he squeezed her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples gently.

"Mmmmmm, Rick. Your tongue! God, it goes so deep," Karen moaned. I walked over to them. I looked down at Rick's muscular black body at my wife's waist. His tongue was working her clit masterfully. I looked at Karen. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at me. "Oh, Michael….. he does it soooo good." she sighed. "Don't stop, Rick. Please….. I need it. I….. I need you, Rick….. God how I need you," she sighed as she closed her eyes and I lost contact with her.

Rick slipped a finger inside her, licking and sucking her clit. Then he stood up. Karen looked up at him dutifully. Rick stood in front of her. "On your knees, working white girl," he commanded. Karen, her eyes locked on Rick's, obeyed without a word. She knelt at his waist as Rick stood before her, his jeans bulging beneath his toned, muscular torso. Karen stroked his cock through his jeans and chuckled softly. She turned toward me. "Oh, Michael…. he IS big!" she said, "….ooohhhhh…soooo big" she whispered.

She unbuttoned his jeans, one button at a time. She reached into his underwear and her eyes opened wide. "My god!" she gasped, "oh my……oh GOD…." she said breathlessly. She pulled it out. Rick's big black cock, still not fully erect, was swollen and heavy in her hands. He was at least 10", 4 inches more than me. She looked at it, entranced. She held it in the palm of her right hand, admiring him. She looked up at him and softly said, "Oh, Rick…. I didn't know you were such a man. I never knew you were so big!"

She opened her mouth slowly and, looking at me, she took the massive head into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as she sucked him in slowly. She held on to his cock firmly, her fingers almost touching. She worked her way up and down his thick pole, licking and sucking. She held his big balls in her hands, kneading and stroking them. She looked up at him, obediently, her eyes fixed on his as she sucked that monster black cock of his. Every so often she'd let him go, gasping for air only to hungrily go down on him again. His cock grew and grew and GREW. She pulled it out of her mouth and looked at me.

"This is a man's cock," she said, "the kind of cock I've been dreaming of. Oh Michael, you've never given me a cock like this. Not like Rick." she said pleadingly. Then, looking at Rick, she said, "I want you. Do whatever you want, Rick. I don't care, just please let me have this….beautiful….black….strong…..god, yo

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