Fly the Flag

FLY THE FLAG This might be a work of fiction. Or it may be true. Or some of each. I?ll never tell. In any case, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. As the cab approached my home, I thought of my wife Janice. I was returning from a 4 day business trip. I always conscientiously let her know my travel schedule; when a trip was coming up, and exactly when to expect me back. More than just a common courtesy, Janice always made sure to give me a proper send off, and a proper welcome home too. I recalled for the hundredth time the sight of her before I dressed and left for the airport days ago. She was lying in bed on her back, in her dreamy just-fucked state. Her luxuriant, thick dark bush glistened from our sweat and large gobs of my cum sprayed all over it. The first time I saw that bush I knew this was the brunette beauty I would marry. Just the sight of that sex-forest could bring me to throbbing readiness. Sometimes I?d cum on her sag less perky breasts and watch her massage it into her skin. I tipped the cabbie and hauled my bag to the door; it flew open and there was my bride in her shortest, sheerest robe. It showed her stairmaster-firmed legs to full effect and her pert nipples pointed through clearly, with the slightest enticing bounce. I?m sure the cabbie got an eyeful before I slowly shut the door! She hugged me breathless, then took me by the hand and fairly ran to the bedroom. I knew we were picking up where we left off! I dropped the bag and had not even finished pulling off my tie, when she flopped backward onto the bed grinning, spreading her legs wide and opening the robe for me to see her beauty. The sight froze me in my tracks and gave me instant, painful wood! Her beautiful bush was half gone; shaved down to just above her slit. Showing now in its place was a masterfully detailed and artfully rendered tattoo fully 3 inches wide, a black moth centered directly over her pussy! Janice and I called this tattoo ?The Flag,? and its display was our signal of her loving infidelity. Our marriage had reached something of a crisis in its first few months. Janice knew my job required frequent business travel and thought she could deal with that, but she found, as I had suspected, she was far too sexually charged to go so many days without a man. She told me repeatedly how unhappy she was with me away from home. She was in tears when she told me how sorely tempted she was to stray when I was gone. As it was unlikely I could find another so profitable line of work, I knew I had to do something to give her an outlet for that sex drive if I was going to keep my wife. It took me a few days to figure out. She was puzzled when I told her I would let her have other men in my absence. She was speechless when I told her my conditions. He must be Black, and so not in our social circles. He must be Largely endowed, and I must have my Seconds when I arrived home. All extracurricular activities must be conducted with utmost discretion, of course. She was none too sure about fucking Black men, until I set her up with her first. That was when my Janice discovered she is a size queen, and I learned that fucking a freshly widened wife was as good as I thought it would be. After I arranged her first 3 big black ones, they introduced her to their friends. Janice had no shortage of applicants! Before I left on my next business trip, I took Janice to a tattoo parlor our friends told us of. I told her that every black cock-loving whore must wear a black moth. I showed her where we could put it so it could be concealed and she could still shower at her genteel health club. Janice?s bush hair grows pretty quick! She promised to shave and fly the flag whenever she fucked Black, so I?d know I was getting Seconds. As if I couldn?t tell soon enough; anticipation is half the joy! For the first year after Janice?s Blacking, the flag flew almost continually. She?d shave practically every business trip, which happened once or twice a month. After trying on a couple of dozen studs, she settled on 3 or 4 who pleased her best. Then her trysts gradually became less frequent, tapering lately to once every 3 or 4 months. She told me that she loved the fucking, but somehow just having the freedom to indulge became nearly as satisfying. I didn?t mind that the flag flew less often, that just made it more special! I tore off my clothes and freed my raging hard-on, gazing at the ?Flag,? glistening with the baby oil she uses after a shave. By agreement, she would tell me nothing of events until I performed my husbandly duties and received my Seconds. Oh, I hoped they were fresh! Janice spread her legs wider still and I could see the fluids oozing from her I knew weren?t all hers. I carefully aligned my dickhead with her gaping hole and in a single practiced motion I fell balls-deep into her. I reveled in the wet sounds and the feel of another man?s juice soaking my own pubic hair! I could barely feel her pussy while I fucked her as hard as I could. This always heightens my imagination of the cock that just left her, and in just a few minutes I made my own contribution to the load she bore. As I panted atop her, I manfully tried to keep my weight on my own arms. I asked, ?Who..?? ?Art.? ?The 12-incher?? ?No silly, that?s Joseph. Art?s only 10 but you know.. nice and thick!? She laughed. ?Yea, I guess I can vouch for that.? She smiled a sly contented smile, ?However? His cousin Gerry is my biggest ever!? ?What?? When?? I wouldn?t have thought my cock had another instant hard on in it, but I surprised myself and tried to reach deep! ?When I knew your flight was on time, he offered to make a run to the liquor store. He left about thirty minutes ago.? The final condition I gave her for consensual infidelity? I must have a command performance to see any new stud service my wife. She stretched luxuriously like a contented cat, and clenched in vain at my soaking wet cock; I felt it only faintly. ?Gerry should be ringing the bell any time. He promised to let you check him with the tape measure; I know how much you enjoy that.? I vowed to keep fucking her till that bell rang. ?Honey?? she purred. ?Yes, dear?? ?Gerry lives just a few blocks away. I think I?ll keep shaving for a while.? Now I always know who?s around when I travel. Tatt?s all, Folks! Tattmaster B. 3120 1.27/512345