Greenboro Sex Agency – Chapter One

The Greenboro X-Entertainment Agency was our dream come true. Our advertisement read as follows: “Come to America, See the great sites with expert tour guides, and then have seX with them.” I had retired from the computer business while the going was good, and my wife, a sexy Brazilian-American art historian, had always worked on her books and papers from home.

But I could tell that she was a little upset about our newest guests. When we decided to do this business our motto was “anything goes,” and this time our new guests were two very good looking gay men. We had been in the business for two years now, and had had gay couples before, so that wasn’t the trouble. I didn’t know what was the trouble, but I could tell something was wrong at breakfast.

She was wearing her flowery silk camisole and her “grandma” undies as usual. I couldn’t help but take a few appreciative ganders at the top button of her nightie (which was buttoned, damn it!) But this morning she wasn’t in the mood. At least, that is what I thought.

“Have you gotten the test results back yet?” she asked in an uninterested voice.

“Not yet, sweetie. Let me go check the mail,” I said, buttered English muffin in my hand. I went out to the front door and got the mail. Happily I ripped into the yellow envelope I found there and saw what I had hoped. I admit that my manhood stirred a bit when I saw that the results were negative for AIDS and any other STD. That meant that when Dave and “Moochie” got back from the city a fun time was going to be had.

I rushed back into the kitchen, yellow envelope in hand and told Maria the good news. She smiled ruefully and said “That’s great for you honey.” She had never had a problem before when gay men had been with us, so I wasn’t sure what her problem was. I didn’t feel like getting into it right then, so I just sat down and talked of mundane matters with her for the rest of breakfast. The stirring in my pants when I had first received the mail had gone away completely.

After breakfast, I cleared the dishes and started to wash the pan. Maria walked out of the room, and I turned to watch her perfectly form ass, outlined nicely in her less than provocative underwear. Some women just look good in anything, and I was lucky enough to be married to one of them. Little did I know that in forty-five minutes it would be her looking at my ass in a completely different way!

After doing the dishes I went into the office to pay some bills and put the affairs of our business in order. But I couldn’t help thinking of Dave and Moochie, who had decided to take a morning trip to the Statue of Liberty without us. Dave was a well-built, blond-headed and clean-shaven Swede. Last night, as we were all sitting in front of the fireplace sipping expensive port I couldn’t help but notice that he had quite a large bulge in his sweatshorts. Moochie was a smaller fellow, more subtly muscled than Dave. He was the one who did most of the talking. He was blond as well, but not as blond as Dave – but he was very good looking and obviously kept himself in good shape. He seemed to me to be like one of those fellows whose engine was always running – which likely meant we were in for some marathon sessions later.

As I was thinking about those two I couldn’t help but reach down my pants and give my own eight a quick squeeze. The old John Thomas gave a satisfying jump. I knew it would be getting fully used later that day, so I didn’t pursue any solo flight, though the temptation was strong.

I went into the bedroom and was surprised to see my wife there, with her back to me, facing the bed. I had expected her to be in her office working on one of her papers or books. Then I noticed that her camisole was hiked up a little bit and that she had strapped something on. It just shows how confused I was that when she turned a little bit towards me the first thing I noticed was her hand on her breast, playing with her nipple through the silk. One nipple was already hard, and the other was quickly getting there.

What I should have noticed was the enormous fourteen inch strap on penis we called “big blackie.” This was an instrument that we had gotten almost as a joke, because the head of this thing was so huge we never figured we would find anyone who wanted to take it into his or her own body. The shaft of the thing wasn’t much smaller, either. It had these huge veins running up and down its length and it was jet black.

“Holy shit,” I said, though I admit that my wife might have noticed a certain erection in my own underwear.

“Are these things really so much better?” my wife asked in a husky pout. She stroked the impressive representation of other-worldly manhood. I could tell that she was feeling vulnerable and jealous. It was true that sometimes when our gay guests showed up that I had most of the fun. One pair of guests had been so rude as to ask Maria not to participate in the romps. She had claimed all this time that it didn’t matter to her, but I could tell now that it did.

“Oh, honey,” I said approaching her. I put my arm around her waist and tried to comfort her.”

“Well?” she asked. “Are they so much better than what I’ve got?”

“You know honey, that they aren’t better, they are just different. You know as well as I do that both sexes have their pleasures and their pain.” I reached down and gave big-blackie a little stroke of my own, to emphasize the word ‘pain.’

My erection was getting more noticeable. As I reached down to pet big blackie, my boner must have brushed up against her leg because she looked at me and said, “It doesn’t seem like you are ‘that’ averse to some pain.’

I was definitely getting turned on at this time, despite myself.

“Well,” she said, suddenly kicking my right leg out from under me, and pushing me harshly onto the bed. She was pretty powerful for her size, and those karate classes she was taking meant she knew how to do some pretty nasty take-downs. “Get those god-damn shorts off, cause I’m gonna see what kind of pain you can take.”

I didn’t even wait one second. I quickly pulled my knees into my chest, while I pulled down my gray sweat-pants with my hands. This left my bare, exposed ass in the air. My wife assumed a position in back of me, spreading my legs wider by putting her hands between my thighs and pushing outward. Her fingertips grazed the base of my scrotum, which sent shivers up and down my spine.

“And just because I love you,” she said in a voice I had never heard from her before, “I will use this oil.”

I was thankful for small miracles, though it was going to be a very large miracle if she could fit big blackie into my tight ass-hole.

She greased that huge veined strap on for about a minute, and I didn’t move a muscle, trying desperately to relax my ass cheeks for the invasion to come. When she was done lubing those fourteen obscene inches of rubber she poured some of the cold oil on my ass and stuck her pointer finger into my anus. Even such a small invasion made me squirm a bit with the brutal pleasure of it and I let out a small moan.

Then I felt it. The head of the thing was larger than a doorknob, and I could feel it pressing against my lubricated ass. Again I tried to relax, to think of pleasing images like wheat fields. Then my wife made a vicious thrust and I’ll be damned if at least three inches of big blackie wasn’t inserted into my ass.

I had never felt so full before, and I was surprised by how turned on I was. I wanted to touch my own fully engorged member, but I knew that if I did I would cum almost instantly. But I won’t lie, there was quite a bit of pain. I’m not sure if I screamed out at that time or not.

“How’s that feel, you bastard?” asked my wife. She was well and truly angry with me, because she assumed that I would be having all of the fun this weekend, and this was her hot Brazilian temper getting the best of her.

She pulled big blackie out a little bit, and I could feel the gigantic head of the thing giving my prostate gland a little less room to exist. Then she started working it, in and out, in and out. The pain was becoming unbearable as she got three inches, then four, then four and a half, then five inches of that richly veined image of manly perfection into my reddening ass. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. I was yelling out with each new thrust, with every new inch of strap-on I was taking.

Then something happened. The pain went away completely, and I was left with only the pleasure. It was like I had hit a wall, and now I was beyond the point of pain. I screamed out, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me in the ass. Fucking give it all to me!” I was in heaven. My screams inspired my wife and she began pushing that damned joke even further into my rear. We had definitely given new meaning to the term, “the back nine.”

That was when I heard the squeak of our bedroom door opening. I looked over and saw Dave and Moochie. Dave was holding the lab-work papers in his hand. Mookie, who had quickly seen what was happening in the bedroom started to get a big grin on his face. “You know, we could hear you all the way downstairs. In fact, I heard you say, ‘fucking give it all to me.’ I see you’ve got a lot all ready, but you don’t have it all yet.”

I had nine inches of a big black dildo in my ass, so I wasn’t thinking too clearly. So I can’t say how it suddenly happened that Dave’s shorts were lying in a heap on the floor with his erect member jammed down my throat. And to this day, I don’t even know what Moochie was doing down in my nethers. Was that a hand or a mouth? I’ll never know.

And do you think that my wife would take pity on me? No. At about this time she became even more frenzied, and I took the remaining inches, all fourteen of them, quickly. I can’t tell you how quickly because I was concentrating on Dave’s cock in my mouth. He was fucking my face, my wife was fucking my ass and Moochie was doing something down there that felt very good.

But the thing that finally brought me over the top was when I felt Dave start to shudder and I tasted his precum. I exploded myself and not two seconds later I had what seemed like a gallon of hot cum filling my mouth. I would have liked to scream in pleasure and the fullness of my ass, but Dave didn’t take his cock out of my mouth until I had swallowed every last bit of his froth. Which just at that time was what I wanted.

Big Blackie had had a very nice day, and the rest of the day was pleasant, even for Maria. Turned out Moochie and Dave did everything they could to satisfy her, but after the first encounter we had I was the ‘star’ of the week. Another pair of satisfied customers.

Don’t worry, there will be more about Big Blackie in the following stories…