A JUST REWARD

When I first took the job at Eastside Law Firm, I was 
fresh out of law school, tenacious and ambitious. That 
was almost 10 years ago. I worked hard and my hard work 
paid off and slowly I rose through the ranks within the 
firm and also acquired substantial wealth. I was able to 
purchase a townhouse on the eastside and the lawyers 
token BMW. Four years ago I married Renee. I'd be lying 
if I said that it wasn't my money that attracted her 
first.

We met at a social function, introduced by one of the 
partners of my firm. She was 28, blonde and gorgeous. 
Dressed in a figure hugging, black evening dress, I 
couldn't take my eyes off her. What happened during the 
next few years belongs to a different story. Suffice to 
say that I continued to work hard, we were married and 
Renee acquired the lifestyle of refined social leisure, 
punctuated by daily visits to the gym and the occasional 
attempt at cooking.

This story really begins about 3 months ago. I was made 
junior partner in the firm. As such my role within the 
firm changed a little. In addition to assignment of the 
more difficult cases, I was also appointed the task of 
mentor to the new blood of the firm. Eastside accepted 3 
new recruits this year. All from Ivy League schools and 
all bright and determined.

I was particularly impressed by one of the three. A 23-
year-old African American called Tyson, who had worked 
his way out of the ghetto and graduated from Harvard on a 
full scholarship. The boy was brilliant and also a nice 
guy, and it was he who I really took under my wing. About 
2 weeks after his arrival at the firm, I was entrusted 
with a particularly difficult case, and I encouraged 
Tyson to nut through it with me. We spent countless hours 
together formulating our case, so much time that I think 
Renee actually began to feel a little suspicious of all 
my late nights at the office. During those hours we found 
out a lot about one another and became friends.

Tyson accompanied me to court on the day the case was 
heard. We began confidently but as the hearing progressed 
I could tell we were in trouble. In fact, it was out of 
sheer desperation that I requested a short pause in 
proceeding. Fortunately it was granted. I fell back in my 
chair and took a deep breath, then I looked around and 
shrugged to Tyson who moved forward to speak with me.

He murmured something then pushed a manila envelope into 
my hands. Surprised, I opened it and saw a neat list of 
citations and cases, complete with summary. I looked more 
closely and saw quickly the relevance (and obscurity) of 
the data. I turned around with a look of astonishment on 
my face. Tyson was back in his seat. He just smiled and 
gave me the big "thumbs up"

Needless to say, we won the case. I was ecstatic 
afterwards and thanked Tyson profusely. I insisted that 
he accompany me to my favorite bar for some drinks. When 
he accepted, I did I called Renee to tell her that we had 
won the case and that I was going out for drinks with the 
guys from work. She was understanding but added, "Please 
leave some celebration for me."

Tyson and I stayed in the bar longer than I had planned. 
We talked a lot but drank little. Eventually I looked at 
my watch and was shocked to see that it was almost 
11.30pm. "Oh shit", I exclaimed, "I've got to get home or 
Renee will think I'm dead." As I had driven Tyson to the 
bar, I felt obliged to drive him home. He said it didn't 
really matter but I insisted, I just asked that he come 
with me to my home first so I could check in with Renee. 
It would also give him a chance to meet her.

It was almost midnight when we pulled into my driveway. I 
led Tyson up the stairs to the front door and then 
unlocked it and brought him inside. I called Renee and a 
few seconds later she came out of the living room into 
the hallway, dressed only in her black satin lingerie, 
holding two glasses of champagne. "I thought you were 
never coming ho..."

Her words were cut off when she saw that I was not alone. 
She stood there, seemingly confused as whether to run 
back into the living room or to continue her sentence. 
The effect was that she just stood there looking at 
Tyson, and he just stood there looking at her. As my wife 
stood there revealed and silent in front of Tyson I found 
myself more than a little excited. I wondered what he was 
thinking.

I broke the silence. "Renee, this is Tyson. Tyson, Renee. 

I think Renee finally realized that there was not much 
point running. "Hi, its nice to meet you." She gave me a 
glass of champagne and held out her hand to Tyson who 
took his eyes of her body long enough to take it in his. 
"I didn't expect John to bring company. Please come in." 
She gave him the other glass of champagne then turned to 
lead us into the living room. When she got there she took 
a short satin robe from a chair and put it on. She asked 
Tyson to sit. Renee and I sat on the sofa across from his 
chair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose." Tyson said as he 
sat in the chair.

"Its OK." I said as Renee poured herself a drink. "Renee, 
today, this brilliant young lawyer won this years biggest 
case." I then proceeded to relate the day's events to 
her. Tyson was the hero in my tale although he seemed 
content to just sit back and let me tell the story. I 
think Renee noticed first that the reason he wasn't 
saying much was because he was too busy looking at her. 
She latter told me that his eyes never left her, and she 
was sure he hadn't even heard what I was saying.

She also told me that seeing a black man watch her like 
that made her feel excited. She also lost interest in my 
words and found herself returning his gaze. She saw him 
looking at her toned legs. She told me that she wanted 
him to see her, to desire her, to touch her. She was 
looking at him, but imagining the contract of black on 
her white skin. His hand on her thigh, his lips on hers, 
his blackness inside her. She wondered if the rumors 
about black men were true.

When she noticed a pause in my story. She turned to me 
and said, "Now I know why you have been spending so much 
time with Tyson recently." She turned back to him and 
continued, "Don't you think that a little selfish? Young 
men shouldn't work hard all the time. Don't you agree 
Tyson? Come over and sit next to us on he sofa, its 
easier to talk here."

Tyson looked over at me uncertain what to do, but I was 
just sitting there with my mouth open. Renee noticed that 
his glass was empty. She picked up the bottle of 
champagne, rose from her chair and walked towards him. He 
stiffened. She held the bottle in front of him. "What's 
wrong?" she asked. "Don't you want any more champagne?" 
She stood in front of him, her back to me. "Tyson has 
done a big thing for us today, hasn't he dear? I think he 
deserves some kind of reward." 

She unbuttoned her robe and let it fall, then she took 
the empty glass from Tyson's hand and placed it on the 
coffee table. She took his hand and directed it to her 
ass. Her hand over his she pressed it against her butt. 
She leant over him and whispered "This white bitch is 
yours tonight." Then she kissed him. As her lips met his, 
she pressed against him. Even I could feel her desire. 
She kissed him deeply and he reciprocated. I saw his 
other hand on the back of her thigh- so black against her 
white skin. 

Eventually she broke the kiss, stepped back and smiled at 
him. "Come over to the sofa." She cooed, taking his hand 
in her hers and giving a little tug. He got up and she 
led him to the sofa. She sat down, me on her left and she 
pulled him down on her right.

"That's better. Isn't this better honey?" She turned to 
me but I didn't know what to say. I looked at my wife 
sitting between me and Tyson, wearing only her bra and 
panties. I saw Tyson, so dark next to her, unable to take 
his eyes off her body. I watched as his black hand came 
down on her knee and traced a path up her thigh. I 
watched and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to stop 
them. I didn't want anything to stop them.

Renee turned away as she felt Tyson's hand on her leg. 
"Good." She said. "There's no need to be shy." Their lips 
met again and then she pulled away. She turned back 
towards me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Tyson's 
hand had found its way over her waist and was cupped 
around her left breast "Where are your manners, dear? 
Tyson is our guest, we should try to make sure he feels 
comfortable in our home." She took my hands in hers and 
placed them on her back. "Take it off for him. I'm going 
to fuck him tonight." 

Obediently I undid the clasp on her bra and helped her 
slip her arms out. She sat before him and I felt myself 
growing harder and harder. His hands went to her breasts 
and they kissed again. I felt like my pants were going to 
explode. Renee and Tyson seemed to have forgotten that I 
was there so I took the chance to slip off the sofa. As I 
move around to Tyson's old seat I saw that Renee had 
managed to unbuckle his belt and was pulling down his 
zipper. She reached inside and touched his manhood. 

"Oh my God, its so BIG!" She broke the kiss and looked 
down as she extracted his cock from his pants. "It's so 
big." 

She got off the sofa and knelt on the floor at his feet. 
She leant over him and resting her elbows on his knees 
she buried her head in his lap. For a moment I couldn't 
move as I watched my white wife kneeling at the feet of 
that young black man, her head bobbing up and down. Then 
overcome by my own desire to see just what he was giving 
her, I left my chair and moved around the coffee table to 
their side. Tyson was lying back on the sofa, his legs 
apart, Renee was kneeling between his legs taking as much 
of his black cock into her mouth as she could.

She sensed my presence and for my benefit allowed her 
mouth to release Tyson's cock. I found myself looking at 
almost 10 inches of black dick. She turned to me and 
smiled, her eyes never left mine as she placed her hand 
on the head of his cock and slowly traced his shaft down 
to the base. I watched hypnotized as her hand moved up 
and down. 

"How do you feel, honey? Does it make you jealous that 
I'm going to service this young black man? Or are you too 
turned on to be jealous?" 

Renee had noticed the bulge in my pants. She reached out 
towards me, pulled down my zipper and brought out my hard 
6 inches. She stroked me and said "Don't worry, we'll let 
you watch everything." I looked up and saw that Tyson was 
watching us. His right hand came down on the back of 
Renee's head and she didn't resist as he pushed her mouth 
down onto his cock again. She released my cock and looked 
up at him as he pressed her head down against his 
manhood. My hand went to my own cock. I stroked myself as 
I watched their show; I was unable to look away. Tyson 
looked across at me and smiled. 

He released my wife's head and she extracted his huge 
penis from mouth. She bent down and took off his shoes 
and sock and handed them to me, then with some difficulty 
managed to take off his pants and underwear. I picked 
them up off the floor and watched as she stood between 
his legs and removed his tie and shirt. She held them out 
to me, but it took a while and an impatient cluck of her 
tongue before I registered.

The sight of my wife standing before my young black 
colleague, her white skin so well demarcated by his 
blackness which seemed to almost merge with that of the 
sofa, his huge ebony rod straining toward her, separated 
from her sex by only her thin black panties. I felt 
afraid but terribly excited, I accepted his clothes and 
watched as Renee took his hands in hers and placed them 
on her hips. 

She hooked his thumbs over the elastic of her pants and 
slowly moved her hips from side to side as his hands 
moved down her legs, taking her last barrier with them. 
Her panties hit the floor and she stepped out of them. 
She knelt up on the sofa, straddling his legs. She looked 
down at the great black phallus pointing directly at its 
goal, only millimeters away from her opening. She looked 
across at me, my hand on my cock, and she smiled. Then 
she looked down at Tyson and met his kiss.

She was poised over him. I saw her kissing him, her 
blonde hair falling over his black shoulders. I saw her 
white breasts hanging forward, then suddenly touching his 
black chest as she pressed her body against him. I saw 
the space between them grow smaller and my eyes were 
drawn down as I heard Renee give a slight gasp. I saw 
Tyson's big, black cock touching her, pressing against 
her. Renee responded by pressing her hips forward against 
it.

She started up a gentle rocking motion with her hips and 
then reached below and wrapped her small white hand 
around it. She looked across at me as she guided it 
toward its goal. Her eyes were locked on mine as it found 
her opening, as she slowly pressed down on it. Then she 
cried out and her gaze was torn away as she allowed Tyson 
inside her. 

Tyson was kissing her breasts. I watched as his black 
hands suddenly appeared on her ass. He gripped her 
tightly and pulled her down onto his pole. 

"Oh Tyson. Oh baby!" she screamed, in pain or in 
pleasure, I wasn't sure, but she didn't stop. Renee 
leaned forward to kiss him continuing her own rocking 
action, more eager now. His hands were still wrapped 
around her ass and she drove herself down upon him, 
giving little gasps in time with her hip movements. I saw 
her look down, to see his black rod as it entered her. 

I followed her gaze. I could still see about 4 inches of 
shaft outside of her. I watched as she thrust forward on 
him urging him inside her, deeper and deeper. Slowly his 
cock disappeared inside her she looked across at me then 
up towards him. 

"You're inside me," She whispered, "You're black meat is 
inside me.

She looked over at me and she slowly raised her body. I 
watched as inch by inch of his cock reappeared below her, 
now shiny and wet. Slowly she sank down on it allowing it 
to enter her again.

"Isn't it beautiful, honey? I can feel him inside me, he 
is so deep, deeper than you have ever been. I can feel 
him stretching me and I can feel myself accommodating 
him. Soon he will fuck me, I want him to fuck me, and I 
want you to watch. I want you to watch as your junior 
fucks your wife, as his big black cock pounds and 
reshapes me. I want you to watch as a black man puts his 
seed inside me."

I could only nod dumbly as she continued her slow rhythm 
on his cock. She smiled again and then turned her 
attention back toward Tyson. "Fuck me. Fuck your white 
bitch. Show your boss what you're going to do to his 
wife."

Perhaps that was the cue Tyson was waiting for, he looked 
across at me, his black hands gripped her butt more 
tightly and he pulled her down forcibly as his black rod 
drove deep inside her. To me it was almost like slow-
motion, I only half heard my wife's yelps and screams as 
I watched her bounce up and down astride him.

His cock seemed so huge and so black beneath her. He 
pulled her up and I saw 6 inches, then none as their hips 
came together, then 5 inches, then none, then 7 inches 
Her hands were on his shoulders, her back arched and her 
blonde hair moved in time with her body.

He thrust into her and held her against him. She groaned 
and he flipped her sideways, rolling with her so as not 
to break their connection. Renee found herself lying on 
her back on the sofa with Tyson on top of her. 
"Oooooooh!" she screamed as his weight forced his cock 
even deeper inside her. "It's completely filling me! Oh, 
my God! Fuck me. FUCK ME!" 

I had moved around for a better view. Renee had her hands 
on his butt, her legs were wrapped around his waist 
urging him in deeper. I stood fixated for a moment on the 
contrast of white on black, then was brought back to 
reality by Renee's squeals. Tyson was literally pounding 
her from above. He brought his face down against hers, 
the kiss serving to silence her screams as he fucked her.

From my position behind them I found myself unable to 
look away from the sight of his black cock ravaging my 
wife. I was hypnotized by the black snake which was 
breaking in it's new home inside my wife. I watched as it 
disappeared into her then reappeared from inside her, 
more confident and comfortable with each entry. I almost 
felt like it was smiling at me. I watched as the snake 
moved faster and faster, but seemed to show less and less 
of itself. 

Then suddenly the snake didn't come out at all. I saw 
Tyson's black ass gripped by my wife's white hands. His 
pelvis was tight against hers and his scrotum rested on 
her butt, transmitting short jerky pulses which emanated 
from the base of his cock.

It was then that I knew he was depositing his seed in 
her. Renee's grip on his butt tightened and her legs 
pulled him closer to her. I saw her hips making soft 
circular movements, trying to milk his cock, and I heard 
her soft voice, "It's coming. I can feel it. Gawd, it's 
so hot. It's so deep inside me. Come on baby. Fill me 
with your cum."

She took a hand off his butt and used it to bring his 
head down to hers. She kissed him on the lips and I heard 
her whisper, "Stay with me tonight. You feel so perfect 
inside me. Those parts of my body belong to you. Take 
what you want from me, anytime you want."

She seemed to notice my movement from behind them and she 
continued, "John understands. Today you helped John and I 
know we both want to thank you. Friends share and friends 
trust. I'm sure John wont mind sharing his wife with 
you."

She looked toward me, "He's so big, honey. He's so 
strong. He's inside me so deep, and oh god, my body's 
filled with his seed. It turns you on to see him fuck me 
doesn't it?" She waited for an answer.

What could I say standing there with my throbbing cock in 
my hand? I just nodded.

"You won't mind sharing me with him, will you? You don't 
mind if this young, black man has free access to my body 
will you? If he touches me when he wants to? If he fucks 
me when he wants to? You don't mind if he stays in our 
house and sleeps in our bed will you? If he becomes a 
part of us?"

I looked down at Tyson. His magnificent glistening black 
body resting on top of my wife. I knew I didn't have a 
choice. I put my hand on his firm ass and said, "Maybe we 
would all be a little more comfortable in the bedroom."

Tyson looked up and laughed, "Now THAT'S a good idea."

I helped him get up off my wife. I watched as he coaxed 
his black snake out of its lair. Renee was watching too 
as it pulled out of her. We both found ourselves watching 
it hanging in front of Tyson as he stood. Soft and 
sinuous framed by its dark seed-containing scrotum.

I helped Renee up and she moved to him. Her hand went to 
his waist and his went to her butt. I followed them into 
the bedroom...