The Stranger I Know

THE STRANGER I KNOW By The Postcard Man Most of us go through our lives thinking that we really know the people that are close to us. But occasionally, there is a rude awakening. Where we look at someone close to us and ask ourselves, "Who is this stranger?" This is about one of those occasions. and my wife. We had a pool party at our house for my softball team and their wives. During the party, my wife Lynn had mentioned to the guests that it was my birthday. They began to talk about what special things they could do for the "birthday boy". Leroy, one of only two black guys at the party, mentioned that his wife used to be a stripper. I already knew this. His wife, Karen, was white and fantastic looking. 34, blonde, petite. a real knockout. Leroy and Karen lived down the street from us in our suburban neighborhood. And although our families weren't really close, Karen and Lynn seemed to get along very well. "Come on, baby. Give the birthday boy a little show," Leroy said. Karen didn't seem too sure about doing the striptease. I have to admit I was a little shy about it too. But my wife seemed to think it was funny. She encouraged Karen to do it and the other people at the party were egging her on. Somebody put on some music and within seconds Karen was dancing. She started to unbutton her top and I wondered how far this was going to go. She climbed on the chair that I was sitting on and began to rub her body against mine. I was definitely enchanted. She danced a little more and pulled off her shorts. The crowd loved it - and I wasn't complaining either. Leroy's wife had an incredible body. She came back toward me and pressed it against me. I checked to see my wife's reaction. She didn't seem upset, but I could tell she was watching Karen's movements very closely. Then Karen did the unexpected. She reached around behind her back and undid the clasp. The other people at the party couldn't believe it. I couldn't either. Some of the guys were shouting, but I could see a few of the wives were getting uncomfortable. Karen then pressed her body tightly against mine. Very quickly, hidden from the view of the other partygoers, she slipped her hand into my shorts and stroked my hard cock up and down three times. No one saw. She then put her breasts up to my face and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "That's it, birthday boy," she said. A couple of the guys encouraged her to keep going. "We want bush! We want bush!" they chanted. But she shook her head and began to get dressed. It was a very nice performance, but what it led to, I never could have imagined. Two weeks later, we had another party at our place. It was basically like the previous party except that some people were playing cards. I was drinking a beer in the kitchen, watching Karen and my wife talk in the next room. "I have a ladies bridge club that meets at my house on Friday nights," Karen said. "I'd love to play. Can I come?" my wife asked. "Sure. We can always use another," Karen said. It was getting close to midnight when Karen announced that we would all have to sing happy birthday to her husband, Leroy. "I thought your birthday was in July," one guy said. "No, his birthday is today," Karen said. So we all sang happy birthday to Leroy. Then Karen asked me if I was going to let my wife return the favor for the striptease she gave me. "You want Lynn to strip for Leroy?" I asked. "Why not?" Karen said. "Karen, why don't you strip for him? You're a pro at it," I said. I really wanted to see her do her thing again. "Oh, that's nothing special for him. He sees my body every night," she said. "Let Lynn dance for him." "Well, my wife can do want she wants. If she wants to do it, I wont stop her," I said. Karen then went over and tried to convince Lynn. "I can't," Lynn said. "It's easy. There's nothing to it. I'll help you," Karen said. Karen put on music. She showed Lynn how to move her body in a sexual rhythm with the music. "There you go. You got it," Karen said. The crowd watched as my wife started her show. She swayed up to Leroy. moving in time with the music. "Now take off your blouse," Karen said. Karen unbuttoned her top and twirled it over her head. She laughed while she did this, but most of the guys weren't laughing. It could see a look in their eyes. They were eager to see my pretty little wife lose a little more clothing. "Now your shorts," Karen said. Lynn stepped back and dropped her shorts. She got on the sofa with Leroy and began to rub her little white body against Leroy's black torso. "Take off your bra," Karen said. I knew this was the line that Lynn would not cross. and I was right. She was too shy. Instead, Lynn slowly slid down his body and ended up down on the floor "That's it?" Karen asked. Lynn said it was as far as she was going to go. A couple of people in the crowd booed half-jokingly. "Look at this," Karen said. She began poking at her husband's crotch. His shorts were like a pitched tent. "You got him all hard and now your going to leave him like this?" Karen said. People started to laugh. "The least you could do is stroke him off," Karen joked. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to take care of this on the way home." My wife got up and put her clothes back on. It was getting late and people began to leave. "Oh Lynn, I'll give you a call on Friday about bridge night. You still want to come, right?" Karen said. "Yes, of course," Lynn said. "Okay, I'll call you Friday," Karen said. A couple of months went by. Softball season was over and I didn't see Leroy or his wife during this time. Lynn would go over to their house to play bridge on Friday nights. It all seemed normal. Then I received a phone call. "Mr. Larson?" Yes," I said. "Hi, this is Amy. Amy Wilson. You remember? Karen's daughter." "Oh yeah," I said. Karen had a 17 year old daughter from a previous relationship. Amy was a white, small blonde with a killer body - just like her mother. except younger. I had only met her once before. "I really need to talk to you," Amy said. "Okay, sure," I said. "Can you come over right now?" she said. "Right now?" I said. "I really need to talk to you," she said. "Okay, I'll be right over," I said. I pulled up to their house and rang the bell. A young black man answered the door. "Hi, my name's Dawan. I'm Amy's boyfriend," he said. I shook his hand. "Come on in," he said. I walked into the living room and Amy was sitting on the couch watching T.V. Then I noticed what she watching. it was a porno. "Hi, Mr. Larson," Amy said. "Hello Amy," I said. "Dawan and I were just watching a movie," she said. "I can see that," I said. On the screen, a young white cheerleader was being gang fucked by a team of black basketball players. "You didn't invite me over to watch movies did you?" I said. "Well. actually. " Amy started. She looked over at her boyfriend who had returned his attention to the interracial gangbang video. "I just thought that you should know something," she said. "Uh huh," I said. "It's about your wife," she said. "Okay," I said. "She's been coming over here. for parties," she said. "Oh. you mean bridge night. Yeah, I know about that," I said. Amy gave me a strange look. "There isn't any bridge night, Mr. Larson," she said. "There are parties here on Friday nights. and they are getting pretty wild." She looked like she regretted inviting me over. "I just thought you had a right to know," she said "What are you trying to say?" I said. "I could tell you, but I think it would be easier to show you," she said. She walked over to the VCR and popped out the tape. She opened up the cabinet. The whole thing was filled with interracial videotapes. Little White Girls That Crave Black Cocks, Black Dicks For A White Slut, Kristi's Interracial Gangbang, etc. She put the tape back in it's case and pulled out one of several unmarked tapes. She slid the tape into the VCR. A redhead appeared on the screen. She was being double penetrated by a couple of black guys. The video was of relatively low quality, but I could tell who it was. It was our neighbor, Cindy. She lived next door to us with her white boyfriend, Carl. Cindy was 25 and had pale skin. Seeing her being ravaged by a couple of black guys was striking. "Why am I watching this?" I asked Amy. "Just wait," she said as she pushed the fast forward button. Now there was another group on the screen. They had a white lady down on her hands and knees. One black guy was fucking her from behind while another was thrusting his cock into her mouth. As the camera moved to her face, I could tell that it was my wife on the screen. I couldn't believe it. "I just thought that you had a right to know," Amy said. "I can't believe it. How did this happen?" I said. "Funny you should ask," Amy said. She got up and put another tape in the VCR. "Dawan and I have watched all of these tapes. This one is the first party that your wife came to," she said. The video opened with what appeared to be a somewhat normal party. There seemed to be about 20 black guys, and they were smoking weed and listening to music. Leroy's wife, Karen, was there. She was talking to my wife and a couple of other white women. Karen then made an announcement. She walked over to one of the black guys and took his hand. "It's Tyrone's birthday today. And as a special treat, Lynn is going to do a striptease for him," Karen said. "No way. I'm not going to strip," Lynn said. "Tyrone is a really nice guy. It would really make his day," Karen said. "Well, then you do it," Lynn said. "Why don't we both do it? That way it would be extra special for him," Karen said. My wife didn't seem to mind the idea. The music started and the girls started to do their thing. They moved with the music and slowly shed their clothing. Within a couple of minutes, they were both down to their bra and panties. They pulled Tyrone's shirt off, and then they climbed up and rubbed their bodies against him. His hands roamed freely over the girl's tits and asses. He reached around behind Karen's back unhooked her bra. "I get a peek at these babies, right?" Tyrone asked Karen. "You sure do. You let me see yours, I let you see mine," Karen said. Tyrone pulled Karen's bra off and her beautiful 36c tits popped into view. "And I get to give them one kiss, right?" he asked. "One kiss," Karen said. Tyrone leaned forward and kissed both of Karen's nipples. Then he turned his attention to my wife. He started to reach around behind her back to unhook her bra, but Lynn pulled away. "I can't go that far," Lynn said. "You can just let me have a little peek, right?" Tyrone said. The other guys at the party encouraged her to let him sneak a quick look at her tits. She seemed to give in a little. She leaned forward and pulled the cups of her bra out so he could get a glimpse. She was careful not to let anyone else see. Tyrone pulled the cups down a bit more. "One kiss," he said as he gave each breast a quick peck. Lynn blushed, but she seemed glad that it was over. Karen slid down to the floor and Lynn followed. "Now, take your hand and grab the waistband of his shorts," Karen said. "Why?" Lynn asked. "He got a peek at ours. Now we get a peek at his," Karen said. My wife looked indecisive. She looked at his shorts. She could obviously see the large erection that was pulsing beneath the fabric. "I don't know about this," Lynn said. "It's okay. Come on," Karen said. Karen started tugging at one side of Tyrone's shorts. Lynn watched her struggle with them for a second, then she put her small white hand on the waistband and help Karen pull them down. Tyrone's large black cock sprang into view. My wife stared at it with her mouth open. Karen laughed at her reaction. "Very nice," Karen said as she looked up at Tyrone. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of his cock. She turned back to Lynn. "Your turn," Karen said. "I'm supposed to." Lynn stammered. "One kiss," Karen said. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Lynn said. Lynn obviously wanted to get this over with. She quickly leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the side of his dick. Karen shook her head. "That doesn't count. You have to kiss the head," she said. "You're kidding," Lynn said. Lynn stared at the black cock in front of her face. Having two attractive white girls giving it so much attention had brought it to full mast. It stood straight up. pulsing. A pool of pre-cum oozed out and collected on the head. My wife moved her lips toward the head and everyone at the party held their breath. She was poised above it, and then slowly she lowered her lips down toward the head. Contact. Her lips parted slightly and Tyrone brought his hands up to Lynn's head. He wrapped his large fingers around the sides of her head and began to work more of his black cock into her mouth. "There you go, baby. Just relax," he said. All of the black guys at the party went wild. A couple of them took out cameras and started taking pictures. At least two video cameras were recording all of the action. Tyrone was talking to Lynn as he fed her more of his black dick. "You ever suck black cock before?" Tyrone asked my wife. She shook her head no. "But you like sucking black cock now, don't you?" he said. "Uh huh," came the muffled reply from my wife. "You love black cock, don't you?" he said. "Uh huh," she said again. A couple of guys stepped forward and pulled the bra and panties off of my wife. She offered no resistance. Another black guy got behind my wife and prepared to fuck her from behind. "Spread your legs, bitch," he said. She did. "Spread `em wider," he said. She obeyed. He placed his thick black cock at the entrance to her pussy and started to press forward. "I can't believe it," I said as I watched the action on the T.V. I turned to look at Amy to get her reaction, but she was busy. She was down on her knees if front of Dawan slobbering all over his black cock. I wasn't sure how long they had been going at it, but it must have been a little while because Dawan told her that he was going to cum. "Stick your tongue out, baby," he said. She complied. "Where do you want it?" he said. "In my mouth," she said. "What are you going to do with it?" he said. "I'm going to swallow it," she said. "All of it." "Damn right," he said. His cock erupted and the cum shot into Amy's mouth. I watched her swallow it down. She looked up at him. "Thank you," she said. "Welcome," he said. "Now clean me up." She returned to sucking his dick and I turned my attention back to the television. Three more guys had joined the group. Unbelievable. Now Lynn was taking on five guys. One had slid underneath her and was fucking her pussy, another was behind her fucking her ass, she had a cock in each hand, and one in her mouth. "What do you think? Four and a half feet?" Amy said. I turned around and Amy had stopped worshipping her boyfriends black cock for a second to watch the video. "What? Four and a half feet?" I asked. "Of black cock," Amy said. "It looks like your wife has about 10 inches in each hand, about 11 inches down her throat, another 11 fucking her pussy, and about 12 inches buried in her ass. That's four and a half feet of black cock that she's taking on." I turned away from the television. I couldn't take it anymore. "It just doesn't seem real. I thought I knew my wife," I said. "Don't feel bad, Mr. Larson," Amy said. "A lot of girls change after they experience their first black cock." - 2799 1.39/512345