Massive Black Encounters E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Three white women, three hot stories of interracial lust... means one bundle of Massive Black Encounters. A white wife fulfills her husband's fantasy when she encounters his big black friend. A mother meets with her son's principal and finds a way to get him out of trouble while also filling her desires. And finally a wife decides to unwind and ends up meeting a big black man in the club.

This interracial bundle brings together three hot tales of erotic interracial romance: My Husband's Big Black Friend, Principal Long, and In the Club!

Leseprobe

Massive Black Encounters

By Jane Snow

Table of Contents

My Husband’s Big Black Friend

Principal Long

In the Club

About the Author

My Husband’s Big Black Friend

I sighed in relief as I pushed back against my chair and smiled.  It had been one of the busiest work weeks in a long while and the weekend had finally arrived.  My boss wasn't hovering around, which meant that for this week, there would be no working on the weekend.

"Any plans for the weekend?"  Georgia, my coworker, asked as she twirled around in her chair.

"I don't know.  Jake mentioned something about a friend coming over."

Jake was my husband.  We had met in college when he was a teaching assistant, scrambling his way to get an MBA, while I was an undergrad, leisurely enjoying my life.  Strangely enough, I wasn't in any of the classes he assisted with, I had just run into him through another friend while at a party.

"Really?  Didn't he hear about how busy this week has been for you?"  Georgia asked.

"Hm?"

"I mean, I hope he's not expecting you to serve this friend of his," Georgia continued.

My smile faded as I realized what Georgia was saying.  I didn't think anything of it.  In fact, for some reason or another, I thought Jake would be the one keeping his friend busy.

"Oh shit...  You don't think he's going to have me cook all weekend, do you?"

"Girl, how would I know?  He's your hubby," Georgia laughed.

"Oh great.  Thanks for ruining my Friday," I grumbled back.

"Don't try to put the blame on me," she laughed.

I shook my head and stared at the computer again.  The giant, colorful spreadsheet stared right back at me.  I yawned and changed one of the statuses to green and closed the sheet.  After glancing at the time, I shut down my computer and grabbed my purse.

"Well, that's done.  Time to go Georgia," I said.

Georgia closed her browser windows and paused.  She began clicking on the screen and I glanced over to see that she was playing some game on Facebook.

"Seriously?"

"Hold on girl, let me just build this last farm," she replied.

I sighed, shook my head and crossed my arms as I waited impatiently.  There was really no reason for me to wait and stay, but Georgia and I were fairly close coworkers, and more importantly friends.  As she finished clicking around in her game, she quickly closed the browser and shut down her computer.

"I can't believe you play that crap."

"I can't believe you don't."  Georgia shot back with a smile.

As we stepped out of the building, I stopped when I saw a familiar person standing around in the parking lot.  I could recognize the rounded belly, balding hair, and thick rimmed glasses.

"Jake?"

"Theresa!  I was wondering when you would be out," he replied.

He wiped his forehead as he started walking towards me.  I looked to his left to see a large, well dressed black man following.  Even with the suit on, I could easily tell that he was well built.  He towered over everyone else as he walked behind my husband, with a little bit of swag in his step.

"Oh my..."  Georgia whispered.

"Theresa, this is my friend Leroy.  You might have met him once at a party back in college.  He used to play football.  Leroy, this is my wife, Theresa."

"Pleasure to meet you again," Leroy said as he shook my hand.

I had to look up to get a good look at his face.  He was bald by choice, a cleanly shaven, and glistening dome atop his head.  I could almost recognize him, but I couldn't recall exactly when and where.

"Imagine me with a giant afro," he said while placing his hands at the side of his head, trying to help visualize just how big his puffed out hair used to be.

"Oh!  The rum guy!"  I blurted.

Both my husband and Leroy laughed.  Georgia glanced at them before tapping my shoulder.

"I'm heading out," she whispered.

"Oh right!  I'm sorry, where are my manners.  Jake, Leroy, this is Georgia.  I think you met at last year's Christmas party," I introduced.

"Yep, sure did," Jake said as he smiled at Georgia.

"I'll see you on Monday," I said.

"You find out if he's single because I would love to bite that black ass of his," Georgia whispered close into my ear.

I looked over at her, stunned, before laughing out loud.  Jake and Leroy glanced at each other and shrugged as Georgia smiled back and walked off. 

"What was that about?"  Jake asked.

"Oh, nothing.  So, what are you doing here?"

"I figured we could go directly to dinner from here," Jake replied.

"But my car..."

"No worries, Leroy and I had to tag team this but we managed to get your car back home."

"What?"

I looked around the parking lot and noticed that my car was indeed gone.  He did have a spare key, and I had forgotten about it.  Judging by the fact that his car was in the lot, I could only guess that Leroy drove his car while he drove mine.

"So, where are we going?"  I asked.

***

I landed straight on the couch while laughing.  Leroy had taken us to one of the top restaurants in the area.  I didn't even know how he had managed to get us a spot as I had heard that the waiting list could be months out.

Leroy had mentioned that he was now a sports agent and coaching, so that could have been one reason why he might have been able to skip the list.  Jake plopped down next to me while Leroy sat across from us on our massage chair.

"Damn Jake, you got a massage chair?"

"It's not all that great.  Got it in some garage sale."

"Shit, remember that massage chair at the frat house?"  Leroy asked.

"Oh God, I don't want to," my husband laughed.

"You were in a frat house?"  I asked, surprised.

"What?  Oh no, Leroy and I snuck into a house party once at some random frat when we were... sophomores I think.  It was hilarious because they obviously knew Leroy was not a part of the frat but were too afraid to say anything," my husband answered.

"Too afraid?"

"You try telling a giant, built black man to get out of your house," my husband replied.

"Oh...  So the frat was pretty small I'm guessing?"

"Ha, nah, they didn't have any black guys in the frat.  It was more of a little mini KKK club more than anything, if you ask me," Leroy answered.

"Who are all probably grown up and now a part of the good old boys' club at some big firms," my husband added.

I shook my head while Leroy and my husband laughed.  The two continued to chat as my husband continued handing out the drinks.  I felt slightly light headed as I stared across at Leroy.  Without his blazer on, his white buttoned down shirt clung close to his muscular frame.

A bit of warmth began to flood between my legs as I imagined him shirtless.  I figured I had a few too many drinks.  My husband seemed to take notice and gently rubbed my inner thigh, right in front of Leroy.

"Hey honey, remember when we talked about each other's fantasies?"  My husband whispered, leaning in close.

I did indeed remember.  While drunk one night, we decided to joke about our deepest fantasies.  He had mentioned that he wanted to be cucked.

Initially, I had misheard what he had said and thought he had said he wanted to be fucked.  My husband had laughed and told me about what a cuckold was.  He wanted another man to make love to me, right in front of him.  It was a strange fantasy, but I always figured that everyone's deepest fantasy was a little strange.

"Uh... yeah, why are you asking now?"  I whispered back.

"Because, I want to see you with him," he replied as he gently pressed his hand between my legs.

I looked over at Leroy in surprise to see the big black man smiling and staring back at me.  I couldn't believe that my husband would just spout this out at me.  He most likely already talked with Leroy about it, judging by his response.

"Really?  Now?  Are... are you sure?"  I questioned.

When my husband had told me about his fantasy, I had agreed to fulfill it.  I didn't think of it as much of a big deal.  It always seemed odd to me that a lot of people had a difficult time splitting sex out from the relationship.  But now, with my husband leaning against me, asking me, I did feel somewhat at odds with my thoughts.

"Come on... you said you would.  And there's no one I would trust more than Leroy," he answered.

"If it's really what you want..."  I whispered back, still feeling somewhat lightheaded.

"Perfect," he replied as he nodded at Leroy.

"Aight man, but like I told you before, once I start going, there ain't no stopping me," Leroy said.

I had never been with a black man, but from the several ex-boyfriends I've had, I always found it amusing how out of touch men were.  Their libido made them think they were porn stars, able to last in bed for hours at a time.  It was quite amusing, and I couldn't help but smile at Leroy's comment.

Leroy unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his massive, muscular, ebony frame beneath.  My body grew hot at the sight.  He was like a man chiseled out of marble.  His massively wide chest narrowed down at his waist, where his six... no eight pack of abs supported the hulking frame.  He pulled off his shirt and tossed it off to the side, leaning back on the [...]