Emma Gets Blacked

"So... what do you think?" A devilish grin adorned Emma's face as she stood in the doorway between the ensuite bathroom and the master bedroom she shared with her husband James. She stood proudly wearing her newest bikini--the skimpiest one she owned--with one hand on her hip and the other held up in a glamorous pose. Her eyes locked on James'.

"Oh my God... Emma.." James' jaw hung open as his eyes quickly dropped down from hers to her very generous chest.

The thin black straps of Emma's bikini top were stretched to the limit as they struggled to hold up the pink spandex triangles that desperately clung to her natural, firm, E-cup breasts. The top covered just enough of her areolas to be beach legal, and Emma loved the way it looked on her. The bikini made her feel like she was starring in her very own porno on her favorite interracial porn site, which was exactly the look she was going for.

She could feel her tits jiggling, still bouncing in her bikini top with the momentum left over from spinning around and opening the door seconds earlier. She glanced down and noticed the outlines of her nipples protruding through the thin pink spandex and let out a small sigh of pleasurable satisfaction as she admired the sexiness of her own tits. Emma had always had a strong appreciation for a big juicy set of tits, and that appreciation extended to her own glorious pair.

"Emma," James said breathlessly. "Your tits look so... big... in that top. I mean...it barely covers them. Fuck... you look like a porn star!" James' eyes glazed over and drool collected in the corners of his mouth as he reached a tentative hand toward her breasts.

She playfully smacked it away. "No touching! We don't have time for that right now," she said with a teasing smile. "Besides I don't want you messing up my top. It's still new!" Emma pouted and tugged gently on the strap, carefully adjusting the bikini around her sizable boobs.

James frowned and made a puppy dog face. "Emma, please. Can't I just touch them for two seconds? You know how much I like your boobs." He slyly dropped his hand and inched it toward the little bulge poking out of his swim trunks. The move didn't escape Emma's notice, and she rolled her eyes at her husband.

Emma had a love-hate relationship with James and his sex begging. She loved the attention. She loved attention from just about all men, truth be told. She loved when men's eyes leered at her body. When they looked twice, or three times. When they eye-fucked her from across the room. Just knowing how badly they wanted to fuck her turned her on more than she would ever admit aloud.

The lust in men's eyes--combined with the anger in the eyes of their wives--gave Emma an intoxicating sense of sexual superiority that she'd grown quite accustomed to. Naturally, she was rarely ever attracted to these men, but a devious part of her revelled in the idea of wrecking their homes for no other reason than just because she could.

Not that she would. She wasn't evil. But the thought of a man risking it all for a quick grope or taste of her body made her incredibly aroused.

Which was the other thing she liked about James' thirsty sex-begging: the power it gave her over him. James was a good guy. Cute. Five-ten, nice face, with two hundred plus pounds of dad bod. He had a good job working at a tech company and provided for both of them, allowing Emma to focus on fitness. But he was obsessed with her and she loved it.

She was out of his league, sexually speaking, and Emma had James wrapped around her pinky finger. A fact she exploited more and more as the years went by.

Of course, she rarely, if ever, felt like actually fucking James anymore. Those days were long gone. But a little tease here, a little dirty talk there, and he would do whatever she wanted. Buy her whatever she wanted. That's how she got her big new booty.

"No you can not touch my boobs right now," Emma playfully chided him. "You're already busy touching yourself anyway. Besides," she said with an evil grin, "you haven't seen the back."

Emma spun around to show off the back of the thong bikini. The thin black strip in the back was completely engulfed by her large round buns. She loved her new ass. She'd taken at least twenty selfie-pics of it in the mirror before opening the door and showing James. It was just soooo much big round booty. Just like she wanted when she first imagined it.

She was still getting used to it, but for the first time in her life, her booty rivaled, or was maybe even bigger than, her huge tits. Her tits had been her most impressive feature for twenty years, since they sprouted up one summer when she was thirteen. Now she had both the front and the back going on in a really big way.

God, I should just do porn, Emma thought as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. Her long hair, somewhere between ginger and auburn, cascaded down past her shoulders, almost halfway down her back. Her naturally pale skin had developed a nice tan, and the few tasteful tattoos she had on her shoulders displayed nicely. Her body was tight. The last few years in the gym had flattened her stomach, but her tits were as big and as round as ever and her new ass matched in every way.

James dropped to his knees immediately and leaned in close for a better look. "Holy fuck babe. You have the biggest ass I've ever seen." He started rubbing his penis though his shorts, the sight of which made Emma smile. "It's so round too. Wow."

Emma laughed and started twerking. "You like it now baby? You didn't want me to get it at first. You said it was too expensive."

"I know, I know," James said. "I'm a boob guy, what can I say? But holy hell was I wrong. You made me into an ass man."

"I knew you'd come around," Emma said as she continued bouncing her booty. "It didn't take too much convincing."

The whole idea came about around six months ago. BBLs had become a trend at her gym--King's Bodybuilding Gym--where she worked out as well as worked part time.

Over the course of a few years it felt like every Becky Flatbutt white-girl disappeared for a couple of months then came back with an absolute shelf of a bubble butt.

But when her friend and co-worker Alyssa got it done, Emma got obsessed.

Alyssa already had big fake tits, something Emma didn't need thanks to her perfectly humongous naturals. But that booty? Oh my god did it set Emma aflame with jealous lust. Alyssa's ass was so big, so round, and so wide, it could practically be seen from the front.

And when Darnell Jones, King's most popular Personal Trainer and local bodybuilding god took notice, and then when he and Alyssa started FUCKING soon after, that was when she knew she needed an even bigger booty.

Now, it's not like she was going to fuck Darnell or anything. She was married to James. But it was just the whole thing: Alyssa, her sexy booty, the attention Alyssa got from Darnell, her and Darnell fucking... It awakened something primal in her that just made it so she had to have a booty just as big and juicy.

So she came home one after one sexy night at the gym, gave James his first blowjob in eighteen months and used her powers of persuasion to get her husband to fund a BBL. It didn't take long to get him to agree.

In the bathroom James was on his knees inching closer to her succulent booty. He'd rubbed the tent in his shorts to full mast. He stopped stroking himself and reached out toward her booty with his hands but stopped short of groping her. His face was the picture of pleading.

"Unh unh unh," Emma tisked. "No touching. We don't have time. We need to meet Darnell and Alyssa at the beach in twenty minutes."

"Please babe," James pleaded. "Your booty is so irresistible. Look what it's doing to me." James pressed down on his boner, all five inches of it was fully erect.

Emma shook her head. "You did that to yourself."

"What? You did this to me baby, with your big juicy booty."

"Are you sure it's not because you're always watching porn and playing with yourself that it just gets hard all the time now?"

"It's because you look like a porn star these days. Ever since you started working at that gym with Alyssa."

"So you don't like it? Don't you like your wife looking like a pornstar?"

"I love it baby, I love it so much. I just need to worship your ass. Please baby. Let me worship that ass and just stroke one out to you. I will be so fast."

As much as she loved teasing James, his begging still gave her an ick on a primal level. It was nice to have control, and it was a great ego boost, but Emma didn't think it was how a real man acted.

Real men don't ask or beg. Real men take. Emma yearned for a real man. A big one. With big muscles. With a big cock. Not a man who would beg and ask nicely to please fuck, but an alpha male who would throw her on the bed and fuck her until he was satisfied. A man who would own her pussy and beat up every inch of it. A black man. Oh yes, Emma wanted a big, black, alpha male. A man like Darnell.

What she had instead was James. A man who wanted to tongue her asshole and jerk off. Oh well, he had his uses. "Fine," Emma said. "I'll give you ten seconds but that's it.

"Thank you my Queen," James said, as he buried his face in Emma's luscious ass, one hand on each fat ass cheek. He kneaded them like bread dough and nuzzled his face between her booty cheeks.

Emma casually plucked two tissues from the box and reached back, handing them to James. "For your mess. Now hurry up." She began counting."Ten..."

James pulled down his trunks and released his member. In the mirror Emma could see it was small (or average size, as James insisted) and leaking strings of pre-cum already. Emma was pleased that her ass alone had such an effect on James.

"Nine...." Emma said in a bored tone. James furiously pumped his cock with one hand, holding the tissues near the tip of his penis with the other. His tongue was trying to work her asshole, but the bikini strap was in the way.

She thought about it for a second. She'd just showered and waxed. She was clean and smooth down there. She didn't normally wax her asshole, but she felt like doing it today. Part of it was that her new booty was finally healed, another part of it was the skimpy bikini. A very small part might have been Darnell. Just in case.

Oh why not? She thought, and reached back and pulled it to one side, exposing her bootyhole to James' wanting tongue. "Is that better?"

"Yes, much better my princess."

Emma felt James' wet tongue hit her ass. It felt good. She instinctively groped her tits and imagined that James was getting her ass ready for Darnell.

"You're a lucky boy I let you eat my ass," Emma said, before continuing to count down. As she did, she focused on the feeling of James' tongue caressing her butthole. It made her crave the real thing. She thought about James trying to fuck her ass, but found herself giggling at the thought. Could he even get his little thing past her cheeks now?

James furiously pumped his penis while working her asshole with every ounce of strength in his tongue. Emma instead began imaging Darnell slowly filling her ass with his huge cock as her hand slid down to her clit. She knew it was big too. Alyssa had shown her some of their "home videos". Emma wanted it. Badly.

"Five," Emma said. Her own orgasm was building now.

James was stroking harder than ever on his knees, face and tongue still buried between Emma's cheeks. He pulled out for air and said "I bet every guy at the gym dreams of fucking your ass."

"Oh yeah," Emma gasped. It was the truth, a lot of them did and she loved it. She kept the pressure up on her clit. She remembered Alyssa telling her that she cums every time Darnell fucks her. She never came when James did. Oh, what she wouldn't give to let Darnell fuck her.

Emma's orgasm was coming soon. "Four...Three..." she moaned. "You better hurry up."

"I bet even Darnell is dying to fuck you now," James said. "He loves big asses like yours. It's even bigger than Alyssa's."

That was it. James that fucker. Had he guessed that she had the hots for Darnell? She wasn't sure, but nothing could stop her orgasm now. She imagined herself pinned under Darnell's big body, taking his massive cock deep into the farthest reaches of her pussy. She imagined him gripping her face in his strong hands. She imagined him firmly slapping her face while fucking her and was surprised to find that idea only made her hornier. She imagined him restraining her hands, pulling her hair, and finally, filling her with thick loads of baby making cum. As she imagined waves of pleasure crashed across her body.

James' head and tongue froze. All she could hear was him stroking as hard as he could, she could feel his body move against hers with each stroke. Then stillness.

"Ohhhhh" James moaned, as he blew his load into the tissues.

"Good boy," Emma said, catching her breath while rubbing her husband's hair. "Your tongue in my ass really helped me cum."

"As did your fat ass in my face," James said. "Teamwork makes the dream work," he said with a laugh.

"Now let's get out of here," Emma said. "Darnell and Alyssa will be waiting for us at the beach."