Amy’s New Obsession Pt 1

AMY'S NEW OBSESSION Pt 1 "Beautiful". That's the only word that came to mind as I stood in the hallway watching my wife put on her makeup. Amy was wearing only a lacy set of bra and panties giving me a thrill as I watched her bend slightly over the vanity as she meticulously applied eyeliner. Her 34DD breasts were well supported by the bra and were well highlighted by her athletic torso. At 5" 7" she didn't have to stand on her toes to look in the mirror, but a lifetime of habit had her on them. Standing that way really defined her smooth shapely legs right up to the hip hugging panties that accented her perfect ass. "Are you going to stand there gawking at me all night or are yo going to get ready?" I heard a harpy ask. "Honestly, Frank, I don't think you ever matured past fourteen. We've been married for six years, can't you quit staring at my tits? I'm fucking starving and you're too busy playing with yourself to give a shit." "Bitch". That's the only word that came to mind as I sulked away to get dressed. I wondered who this pod-person was that had replaced my wife. I missed the 23 year old girl I'd married. I rarely heard her laugh anymore and when I did it was usually at some criticism she'd made. Amy had turned downright miserable over the years. I never would have believed she'd become the same kind of intolerant and insufferable bitch as her mother. Well at least she didn't look like the fat cow. Yet... "I still can't believe you let him in our fucking house," Amy said, Breaking the beautiful silence as we drove to the restaurant. She was still upset about that afternoon. At least her language had improved. A buddy of mine from work had stopped by the house after we'd gone to the gym to work out. I thought it was a nice gesture to have him stop in since I live so close. Amy had been the model of the perfect suburban housewife. Her angelic face smiling as I introduced her to Jerry. Jerry finished his beer and then excused himself saying he had to go home and shower. The second Amy heard his car door shut, she started channeling a clan member from the 1950s. "I can't believe you let a nigger in our house!" she shrieked. A what? People still used that word? My wife uses that word? A did a mental calculation - yep, it's the 21st century. "We?ll probably have to get an alarm system now." I was seriously questioning my taste in women. I walked out of the room and avoided her until it was time to go out for dinner. Thursday night was our date night and while I was disgusted with the woman my wife was becoming, I was crazy about the sex crazed blonde she became after a night out. "Let it go, Amy," I sighed. "He's a friend from work. He isn't going to steal anything. Hell, he makes more than I do. He's been with the company a lot longer." "Well, I don't know why you just can't go work out with Alan," she said. "He's your brother-in-law and just down the street." That was true. Her sister's husband was in our neighborhood. It was also true that Alan was an asshole and an asshole who was obsessive about fake televised wrestling. "Amy, just stop," I pleaded. "I probably won't work out with him again anyway. I wasn't really comfortable with it." "Oh," she laughed. "Look at Mr. Tolerance. You're just as bigoted as I am. I'm just honest about it." She glared at me. "Yeah, you got me," I replied. 'that must be it." "Well, what then?" she asked. I hesitated to answer, since the truth was a little embarrassing. She kept prodding me until I answered. "Fine," I said to get her yapping to stop. "He made me a little uncomfortable. It isn't his problem; it's mine. He's just makes me feel a little insecure." "Because he's stronger than you?" she asked. "He's huge and you know that blacks were bred for their str..." "Amy, please," I interrupted her. "It wasn't because he could lift more weight. He made me feel insecure about... Well, about my manhood. I saw him naked in the dressing room and the guy is hung like a horse. I felt a little lacking if you know what I mean." I waited for her to laugh. Oddly, she didn't. "Oh, wow," she said, seeming lost in her thoughts. "Is he really that big?" "Huge," I answered. "Jerry's penis is longer and thicker soft than I am hard. It's a little hard to appreciate my workout results when that thing is swinging around in plain view." "It was swinging," I wasn't sure if she was asking or if she was trying to picture it. "I always heard that black men were big, but that sounds too big. How long would you say it was?" "I don't know, honey," I replied. "I didn't bring it up so I could talk about Jerry's cock. Let's drop the whole thing." Amy giggled a little. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "Oh nothing," she answered. "I've just never heard you use the word "cock" before. It sounded funny to hear you say. You almost never swear." Whereas Amy swore like a truck driver with Tourette's syndrome. "Well, you've got me upset," I said. "Can't we just go have a nice dinner? Please?" 'so would you say it was 6" long?" she said, not letting the subject drop. "I said I wasn't sure," I snapped. "We're almost there. Looks quiet tonight." The restaurant parking lot was all but empty. That was one of our reasons for going out on Thursday. "Is Jerry's cock circumcised?" she asked. "I've never seen an uncut one before." "Yes, Amy, he is circumcised," I said while turning off the car. "Happy now? Have all the details you need?" I left the car and waited for her to join me. We were able to get a drink and some bread before she started up again. 'so was it this long?" Amy asked, holding a long bread stick by the ends with both hands. "What?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Jerry's big black cock," she clarified. "Is it this long?" The piece of bread was roughly 6" long. "Ok, fine," I said, gulping down my drink. "It was about that long. Jerry's cock is half a foot long. Happy?" "But that's just when it's soft," she said in wonder. "Imagine what it must look like hard. How big around is it? Bigger than this?" I felt the urge to leave the table and go find a nice Amish community somewhere. Instead, I nodded. Amy picked up another bread stick and held it against the first then looked at me inquisitively. "Yeah," I said. 'maybe not quite that thick but that's about what I saw." The salads came and the waiter gave Amy an odd look as she ogled the paired bread. She shot him back her angelic smile - innocent as a baby. When he left she leaned over the table a little. "I can't imagine getting fucked by a fat cock like this," she whispered conspiratorially. "I wouldn't be able to walk for days." She opened her mouth and put the breadsticks in her mouth, closing her lips around them when she had a few inches inside. "Wow, I didn't think I'd be able to do that. I probably couldn't blow him if his cock were hard. I've got a new respect for white women who fuck niggers." That word again... "If we can't have a decent dinner without all this garbage, then let's just get it boxed up and go home," I said with obvious anger. The few people in the restaurant looked our way. Amy apologized with a smirk on her face and our dinner conversation turned pleasant. When we got home I checked went and washed up and Amy went upstairs. This was our routine. I got naked and went upstairs expecting to find her in her underwear or lingerie or naked and lying on the bed, but she broke custom. She was wearing nothing but her panties and her nice big tits were sporting erect nipples. My dick instantly stiffened. Normally I'd have jumped her right then but she was sitting at the edge of the bed with a laptop on her thighs. She patted the bed next to her and I sat beside her to see what she was up to. 'she looks a little like me, doesn't she?" my wife asked. She searched for some porn and there on the screen was a little blonde girl in a ponytail, sucking a monstrous black cock. My own dick softened, retreating into my body. She didn't notice. "Wow, look at this one," she exclaimed as she clicked to another picture. 'she's a happy girl." The blonde was on all fours with the man mounting her doggy style. The expression on her face was a cross between pain and pleasure. Amy clicked a link below the picture and suddenly we were watching the video of the girl sucking and fucking the man. "Amy, I..." I couldn't finish. She'd slid the laptop onto the bed beside her and stripped off her panties. "Frank, go down on me while I watch, baby," she said while moaning. 'this has got me so wet." I got down on me knees and started licking her clit and lapping my tongue against her labia. I heard a mixture of the girl in the porno and her moaning. "Fuck me with your big black cock," I heard the girl whimper. "Oh god, yes fuck me." I stayed focused on pleasuring Amy while the movie went on. The girl was making the craziest noises and screaming about how good the man's "big black cock" again and again. I couldn't believe a free internet porno was lasting this long - I was right to believe it. "Fuck me with your big black cock, Jerry." It wasn't the laptop. "Oh, yeah," Amy screamed, pulling my head hard against her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck me, Jerry. I love your big cock!" She pressed my head into her harder and shuddered. Her pussy gushed as she orgasmed. She shuddered again and again, gasping like she'd sat in a hot bath. She finally released me and fell flat on her back onto the bed, panting. I stood and realized that somewhere during all of this my erection had returned. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and put my dick in her. A few thrusts later I came and she just continued to pant. I laid beside her on the bed. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. 'that was the best ever, baby," she said between breaths. "It's just a fantasy, okay? It's okay to have just this one fantasy isn't it?" 'sure, honey," I answered. "I guess I've been a little bit of a bitch today, huh?" 'maybe a little," I said, returning her kiss. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I need to stop being so racist. I want you to work out with Jerry, honey. Don't be insecure. You made me feel wonderful tonight. Why don't we have him over for dinner? Ask him if he's free tomorrow." She left the room to clean up and left me lying dismayed and a little worried on the bed. On the screen of the laptop was the image of a blonde porn star who bore a resemblance to my wife with a black cock resting on her face. 5926 1.61/512345