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Leslie Proves Her Point Ch. 03

I was home in front of the TV when Leslie came home. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost eight-thirty. She was all smiles and I said, "You obviously had more than a couple of drinks. What did he do? Ply you with drinks and then have his way with you?"

She laughed and said, "No silly. A couple of other people that we knew joined us and we got to talking and lost track of time. Tony was very nice and I think I can learn to like him. I still think he is a little too arrogant, but so what? I have a surprise for you."

I asked her what and she told me that the couple sitting next to them thought that their table cloth was covering them and the woman was stroking the man's cock under the table. "I got so hot watching them that I'm soaking wet and ready to fuck" and she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair. She headed for the bedroom, shedding clothes on the way and I followed along wondering how it was going to play out. I always ate her before I fucked her and I wondered if she was going to let me go down on her while she still had Tony's cum in her. I undressed and got on the bed - moment of truth time - and I lowered my face toward her pussy, but she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her.

"No foreplay baby, I'm hot enough already. Just fuck me, okay? Make love to me."

Considering how many times I'd watched Tony fuck her that night I was surprised that she didn't feel any different from when I followed myself into her on nights we did it more than once. But mentally it was something else. I couldn't forget that it was that black cock that I'd seen driving into her that was responsible for that sloppy feeling. As I fucked Leslie (I wasn't making love to her that night) I wondered what was going on in her head. Last night, when we'd gotten home from the party, she could have said (as she usually did) that she'd had too much to drink and didn't want to make love. Instead she had been a sex maniac and fucked me almost as much in one night as she usually did in a week. The same thing this night. Since we had been so active the previous night she could have gotten by with passing tonight, but she was just as horny as she had been following the Christmas party. Did fucking Tony make her hornier, or was she getting a charge out of knowing that I was soaking my cock in another man's cum? I had to admit that I wasn't really sure that I cared. She was hotter than a two-dollar pistol and I loved it. I just hoped that after the afternoon I'd spent with Sylvia that I would be able to stay with her. Luckily, because of the time spent with Sylvia I was a long time in cumming and it seemed like the once was going to be enough for Leslie.

Next morning Leslie woke me up with a blowjob. "I don't know what's come over me. I just can't seem to get enough of you lately. You don't mind, do you?"

The truth was I didn't know if I minded or not. Since the Christmas party Leslie had turned into a nympho and that part I didn't mind. But what had turned her into a nympho was another mans cock and in my mind that was cheating and I should mind that. Hell, I didn't know what to think. Over breakfast Leslie told me she might have to work late that night, but she would call me at work and let me know for sure. The day was a fucked up one for me because I could not get the picture of that black cock sliding into Leslie out of my mind. Leslie hardly ever worked late so I was almost certain that Tony was going to be fucking her again tonight. Around one Leslie called me and told me that she would indeed be working late. I told her not to worry, that I had some work that would keep me late also and that she might even beat me home. "Well, if I beat you home you will find me waiting for you with my legs spread."

"Egad woman, what has gotten into you lately!"

She chuckled, "You baby. I haven't stopped thinking of your cock since I left the house."

I stared at the phone for a minute after Leslie hung up and then I picked it back up and dialed a number I had recently memorized. When Sylvia answered I asked, "Would you be willing to let me watch tonight's program on the big screen if I spent a little time before hand licking your pussy?" I heard her squeal, "Sugar, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl. We will have to be in our seats by six to catch the first show."

That night I was in place and watched Tony fuck Leslie three times. I spent some quality time with Sylvia, but left long before Tony and Leslie finished. If I'd have waited until Tony and Leslie finished I might have run into one of them on my way out of Sylvia's room. I waited down the street until Leslie got home and then I went home. She was in the bedroom undressing when I got there and she gave me a big smile, "Just in time lover, I need to be fucked."

That night though I was curious to see if she would fight to keep my mouth off her pussy so I went right for it.

"No baby, no foreplay, I'm hot enough already. Just fuck me baby, just put it in." I kept going and drug my tongue along the length of her slit and she moaned, "Oh god baby, you know I love it when you do that, but just fuck me tonight, please baby?"


I climbed over her and once again I sank into Tony's soup. Leslie had to "work late" the next two nights, but I didn't call Sylvia to see if I could come watch. Not because I didn't want to, but because between Leslie and Sylvia I was fast wearing out. Each night Leslie would come home hot to be fucked and I did my best to give her as much as she wanted. I was still torn between the two poles tugging at me, cheating bitch on the one side and sexual dynamo on the other, but I couldn't figure what to do about it. I loved her and from her actions when she was around me I believed that she still loved me. If I confronted her would I lose her? Confrontation would definitely alter our relationship in some way, wouldn't it? Did I want to take the chance? I didn't think so. I decided to leave well enough alone and see what would happen.

Sylvia called me at work and asked me to meet her for lunch. As soon as the waiter was gone she said, "What's the matter sugar? Tired of your little black baby already?"

I smiled and told her not in the least, but that I had to back off before she and Leslie put me in the hospital. She gave me a quizzical look and I had to explain that she and Leslie were fucking me to death.

"You mean to tell me that after Tony does her three or four times she comes home and does you two or three times?" I nodded my head yes. "Damn! I guess I'll have to give her a little more respect."

Our food came and when we had finished eating Sylvia said, "Well, she might cut you some slack tonight sugar. She might be a little on the tired side when she gets home."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Remember I told you that if you didn't stop her Tony would eventually bring in a friend, and then two and finally your wife would be doing gangbangs?"

I nodded that yes I remembered and she went on, "Well tonight sugar is the night that your wife gets two black salami's parked in her. I just thought you would like to know."

It was a no brainer, "What time is the matinee?" I asked.

"Show starts at five-thirty sugar, but the 'box office' will be open at five, if you get my meaning."

I assured her that I did and that I would be there in plenty of time to pay the admission charge. I got to Sylvia's at four forty-five and she met me at the door in all her naked glory. I ate her pussy and then we had an intense bout on the bed before we heard the front door slam at five-thirty. Five minutes later I was watching Tony slide his black cock into Leslie as Sylvia explained to me how the evening would go. Tony would fuck Leslie the first time, get his cock sucked hard again, and then start to fuck her a second time. His buddy Jeff would be standing at the bedroom door and listening. When he heard Leslie moan or begin asking to be fucked harder or faster he would open the door and walk into the room, say "Oops, sorry to bother you," but then he wouldn't leave. He would take out his cock and start playing with it, "And the next thing you know Tony will have talked your wife into helping the poor guy out. Jeff will walk over and your wife will start sucking his dick while Tony fucks her. Once she gets started there's no stopping. Tomorrow or the next day it will be two friends and the next day three and finally six or seven. In three years, and with over thirty women, I've only seen one get up and leave when Jeff walks in and I've never seen one not come back when they move up to three. Are you sure you are ready for your wife to become a whore for black cock?"

I shrugged, "Her choice" I said.

One the bed Tony was getting his cock sucked and as soon as he was hard Leslie went to mount him, but he pulled her down and climbed on top of her. "Can't be having her where she can just get up and leave, right?" said Sylvia.

I wished I could hear what was being said in the room so I would have some idea of when to expect Jeff, but I couldn't so I just had to watch.

"Sugar I just can't get over how turned on you get watching that white slut take my brother's black cock. Here sugar, let me get in front of you and lean my elbows on the dresser."

I knew what she wanted and I slid right into her hot box. On the bed I saw Leslie's legs come up and lock around Tony and out of the corner of my mind I saw the bedroom door open and a man come in. I saw Leslie notice him and her legs unlocked and started to come down, but Tony said some thing and she closed her eyes and the legs came back up. I watched Leslie's face and I saw her open her eyes, look over at Jeff and then look away again. A minute later they came back to Jeff and then Tony said something and she looked up at him, back at Jeff and then back up to Tony. The next time Leslie looked back at Jeff he had his cock out and was stroking it. Leslie's eyes watched his hands as he beat himself off and the Tony said something and her eyes went up to him and then back to Jeff and they stayed there. A minute later Jeff undressed and walked over to the bed. Leslie's eyes stayed on his cock until it was inches from her mouth and then she looked up at Tony. He said something and her eye's went back to Jeff's cock and then she opened her mouth.

The scene in front of me was incredible; two black dicks inside my white wife and it was driving me crazy. I started fucking Sylvia as hard as I could, never taking my eyes off of the action on the bed. Tony said something and everybody moved. Now Jeff was lying on the bed and Leslie's mouth was working up and down his cock as Tony fucked her from behind. I was mad with lust and I was so engrossed in what I was watching the Sylvia's moans and entreaties were not even registering on me. When I finally unleashed my ejaculation I came so hard that it hurt. In front of me I saw cum leaking out of the corners of Leslie's mouth and cum leaking out of her pussy as Tony pulled a softening dick out of her. Tony and Leslie fell to the bed, with Leslie lying between both of them. I became aware of Sylvia moaning, "Oh baby, oh sugar" and I pulled my attention from Tony's bed back into Sylvia's bedroom. Sylvia was still bent over the dresser and I was surprised to find that I was still hard. Sylvia moaned "Jesus sugar, you ever going to get enough of watching that white whore get fucked by black poles? You going to let her keep doing it?"

I started to pump slowly into her, "I don't know if it's watching her get fucked by black cock, or just watching her get fucked, but to answer your question I'm not going to stop her as long as you keep letting me come here and watch."

"Just keep doing what you're doing sugar; that's the price of admission."

On the bed Leslie was still lying between the two men, but now she had gotten her breath back and she had a cock in either hand and was trying to coax them back to life. It would be several minutes before she managed it so I pulled out of Sylvia, turned her around, picked her up and set her on the dresser. Then, much to her delight, I went down on her.

I didn't fuck Sylvia any more that night; I had to save some in case Leslie wanted me when she got home. I doubted that she would, not with all she was getting in the next room. My dick was still hard and Sylvia stood next to me gently squeezing and stroking it as we watched Leslie fuck both men two more times.

"You know I don't like your wife" Sylvia said, "but I have become fond of you and it's obvious that you love the stupid bitch so I'm going to try one more time. You have to put a stop to this. The next time she comes it will be Tony and some other guy; maybe Jeff, maybe someone else. The next time after that it will be Tony and two guys, then three and after that it could be as many as six or seven and from then on it will never be less than five. In about three weeks Tony will get tired of her and he will turn her over to Jeff or one of the other guys and then she will be doing this some other place, not here. And all she will be is a gangbang whore for blacks and not necessarily blacks who are as nice and clean as Tony and his friends. Some of the women who have come through here have ended up on street corners whoring for the guys that gangbang them. That won't happen to your wife because you care for her and she has you to fall back on, but you need to be aware of where this is going."

I heard her out and then I said what I'd said before, "It's her choice. If she tells me about what she is doing we can talk about it. If she keeps quiet it will have to play out the way it plays. I'm not going to say anything that will ruin this for her. She's doing something that she either feels has to, needs to, or wants to and as long as she comes home to me and continues to be a loving wife I'll keep my mouth shut. I will, however, step in and stop things when we get to the point where Tony tries to pass her off to some one else."

Sylvia gave me a long appraising look; "I can't make up my mind as to whether you are a cold hearted bastard or a really great guy where your wife is concerned."

I smiled at her and said, "I can't make up my mind about that either."

I was sitting up in bed reading when Leslie got home. She came into the bedroom and expressed surprise at seeing me still up. "I was afraid that I wasn't going to get my goodnight fuck," she said as she stripped off her clothes. I saw a trace of cum on her inner thigh before she turned and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and when she came back the trace was gone. She pulled the covers off of me and smiled when she saw my erection, "I see you've been waiting for me" and she bent over and took it in her mouth - the same mouth that I'd seen wrapped around the black cocks of Tony and Jeff. The remembrance of that white face swallowing those black cocks made my dick twitch and she felt it, "Like this, do you? Well that's good because I love doing it to you."

While waiting for Leslie to get home I'd rethought my stance on what to do and I had decided to confront her tonight. I wanted to pull her into a sixty-nine, but I wouldn't be able to see her face when my tongue touched her freshly fucked cunt. I pulled myself out of her mouth and rolled her on to her back. She opened her legs for me, expecting me to slide my cock into her pussy, but I lowered my face to her cunt. "Don't baby, just make love to me, okay?"

I kept moving and I stuck my tongue out and poked it at her cunt lips. "Please baby" Leslie moaned as she put her hands on my head and pushed me away, "Don't do that. Just make love to me, please?"

I looked up at her; "You have always loved my eating your pussy. You've always told me that it's your favorite thing, but you haven't been letting me do it for almost two weeks now. The only reason that I can think of for this is that you have been fucking someone else and you are afraid that I'll taste him if I eat you, is that it? Are you getting some strange cock on the side?"

She just looked down at me so I lowered my head again. Again she pushed me away and I looked up at her and our eye's met and I could see pain in hers and then she turned her head away for me and said, "Yes, I've been fucking someone else."

"Fine" I said, "Now that we have that out of the way, can I please eat the pussy of the woman I love?" I didn't wait for an answer - I just did it.

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