Blast From The Past

By Paro Gide

*This story is fiction from my dirty little mind and all names and characters are fictional. Any resemblance or reference to real names and/or descriptions is purely coincidence. Please let me know if you like my stories*


A couple’s mundane life leads the wife to make some changes and spice things up for herself.  When her husband gets suspicious, he decides to track her down only to be shocked at what he sees and surprised at his unexpected response.  

Beth checked herself in the mirror one last time, wanting everything to be perfect. Her heart was racing and she felt butterflies in her stomach with the anticipation of what awaited her outside the bathroom door. She made sure every detail was right: Her eyeliner was perfect, eyeshadow the right smokey shade, and lips refreshed with glossy lipstick. She adjusted the black sheer babydoll and matching g-string he wanted her to wear as this moment was going to be monumental for the both of them. Heart still pounding, her hands cold and shaky, she sucked in her breath and held it for 10 seconds to hold off the thought that this was her last chance to stop all of this. She told herself again that she deserved this and rationalized it with the thought that she came this far, she owed it to herself to see it through. Beth smiled to herself as she heard slow jams start playing in the other room. She made her decision. Beth quickly let out her breath, wrapped a towel around her, and opened the bathroom door.


John and Elizabeth “Beth” Liu were what most people would call your typical Asian American couple. They had a home in the big city, attended the neighborhood church, and worked full time jobs: John as a computer programmer and Beth as a grade school teacher.  They were also college sweethearts who had two kids and a family dog. Over the years, life had become monotonous for them; John was constantly working and Beth was struggling with the balance between teaching and managing the kids’ schedules. With John constantly being on calls for work, Beth juggled dinner, grading papers, and helping their kids with homework on weeknights, made sure the kids made all their soccer games on Saturdays, and the family got to church on time for Sundays. It was no wonder they never had time for each other.


Soon after Beth’s 36th birthday, John started noticing a change occurring with his wife.  She started eating healthier, going out for runs, and changing her clothes from her frumpy, comfortable and practical work clothes, her flats, slacks, and plain old blouses she liked to wear, to a more feminine style, heels, skirts, and dresses. He also noticed… Makeup and perfume!? She hasn’t worn that since after their first child was born! He sensed something was up but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A notification from work popped up on his phone and he shrugged off her behavior as just a phase she was going through because she was getting older.


Fast forward to six months later. John was annoyed when Beth called and told him she needed him home early to make dinner for the kids because she had a meeting with her friends from her church group that evening and was going straight from work to the church. After he hung up, he paused for a brief moment. “Wait, didn’t she have her group meeting last night?  Come to think of it, she has been going to a lot of church group meetings these last few weeks…” Now John was curious and decided to check Beth’s social media page as to figure out what was really going on. He knew her password so it was pretty simple logging into the account on his phone. For the most part, everything seemed fine. No weird messages, no unordinary posts. Everything seemed fairly normal until he browsed her search history. He recognised an old childhood boyfriend’s name in the recent search history. “Cassius Williams”. She mentioned him, while John and she were dating back in college, as her first crush and boyfriend back in elementary school.


John, naturally, felt funny about all of this and needed to know what was happening so he decided to continue sifting through her social media search history. After a short bit of digging, he found that the first time she looked Cassius up was right after her 36th birthday, and she had sent a friend request a minute after that at 11:37pm. He accepted it at 3:03am, she liked some of his posts at 6:47am, just minutes after she normally wakes up to get ready for work. As he dug further, he noticed more frequent searches for Cassius, which would seem strange for a friend who wanted to simply reconnect to another old friend.  “Wouldn’t they have messages? Like ‘Hey! How are you?’” He thought to himself. John noticed a significant gap in her messages, as if she was mass deleting them, especially the most recent ones where she normally would have a ton of messages from her church group just before a meeting.  John decided to take his “research” a step further.


John ordered a pizza for the kids and asked the neighbors to keep an eye on them for a few hours while he “ran some errands.” He didn’t have access to the feature to track his wife’s phone’s GPS location, but he did remember the “friends near me” feature on her social media account. He looked up Cassius and saw that he was about a 15 minute drive away. John’s heart was pounding, hoping that his wife wasn’t messing around behind his back with this guy and was hoping all of this was just his wild imagination. As he got within 2 blocks of Cassius’ location, he decided to park his car and go on foot, just in case his wife was there and spotted him.


John followed the signal to a large apartment complex with an open courtyard full of hedges, bushes, trees, and flowers. It even had a beautiful Italian-styled fountain with water running down the central brass figures. John froze near the stone gate entryway as he saw his wife sitting next to a very large and well dressed black man. Cassius was about 6’4”, where as his wife was only 5’2”. John’s heart began to race as he saw they were holding hands with their fingers intertwined. “Maybe it’s nothing,” John thought, as he knew his wife was very physically affectionate towards everyone. She would give everyone a hug and kiss on the cheek at Church. It still felt odd and John needed to know for sure so he stayed.


After about 10 minutes of chatting (which John could not hear other than the occasional burst of laughter from them, thanks to the gurgling of the fountain), they got up and headed towards one of the entry ways of the massive apartment building. A twinge of jealousy shot through John’s chest as he saw his wife cradling Cassius’ large arm as they walked together.  After they disappeared through the entryway,John dashed across the dimly lit courtyard to the entryway Beth and Cassius just entered. He saw no sign of them from where he was so he quickly looked at the doorbell directory for the apartment number where he guessed Cassius lived. He quickly spotted Cassius’ name and, as luck would have it, it was the first floor corner apartment.


John moved behind the bushes that hid most of Cassius’ windows from plain view and stalked around until he fell upon a well lit window and heard Beth’s laughter from inside. The window was open but the shade was down, making it difficult to see what is going on. They were having a hushed conversation, as if they were chatting very close to each other. All he could make out the was the mewling of his wife in a sultry tone and the low bass tones of Cassius booming voice. After what felt like forever, John heard the clinking of glasses, a short silence then laughter. He then heard the chairs scoot back, and footsteps. They left the room.


A short moment of panic filled John as the light turned out and he had lost track of where they were. He started stalking around the windows again when the light flicked on from a window he just passed. This one was mostly closed but the shade was about a hand’s height from being all the way down, giving him almost a full view of Cassius’ bedroom. He saw Cassius walk into the room, wrapped in a black robe.  He raised a remote in his hand and the room was instantly filled with the deep rhythmic bass from the slow jams, giving it a charged atmosphere of sexual electricity. John, breathless at this point, noticed a light turn on in the background, then saw his wife enter the room wrapped in nothing more than a towel.


At a motion from Cassius, Beth opened the towel and dropped it to the floor. She was a bit red faced as if she were embarrassed, or it could have been her “Asian Tan” from the alcohol, or both. His eyes grew wider in disbelief as they dropped from her face to her body, to the sheer lingerie that left little to the imagination of what it was feigning to hide. Beth looked down bashfully as Cassius’ eyes drank her in. He said something to her in his low bass voice that John couldn’t hear over the music, but it caused her to look up in time to see Cassius pull her to him, his large, dark lips slowly consuming hers.


At first Beth seemed frozen when Cassius started kissing her, but quickly returned the passion with more intense, wanton display of tongue and lip suction as she reached her hands up around the back of his head to draw him in closer. As they pulled each other in, Cassius let his robe fall to the floor, revealing his large, near naked, african physique. He did not have an athletic build but he was certainly not out of shape either. John’s heart almost pounded through his chest as he witnessed Beth slowly kissing down Cassius’ chest to his stomach, then stopped and sat on her knees in front of him as she reached his boxers. Cassius, bent down, deeply kissed Beth with his large tongue, pulling off his boxers in the process. When they broke their kiss, Beth gasped in shock at how dark and how large Cassius’ member was. John could see it clearly from where he was and immediately noticed he was not circumcised either, making his cock look like a large black mamba slithering out of a large dark tree.


Beth was saying something to Cassius and from the look on their faces, John was able to determine it had something to do with his monsterous black cock. With all the shyness and bashfulness now gone, Beth reach her hands up to fondle Cassius’ large black shaft and his heavy, dark sack. She guided her hands all over Cassius’ manhood as if she were a blind woman trying to see with her hands. She rose from her knees, smiling at Cassius, and began to let her tiny pink tongue explore his manhood as well. At first she started slowly, lifting up his cock, and sucking and licking his large black orbs below, then leaving a trail of saliva as she worked her way up his erect shaft. With her two hands stroking the length of his leaking black cock, she gave Cassius a wicked smile and lapped up the precum dripping from the tip. She then took as much as she could of him with her mouth, which was really only his swollen cock head, as Cassius placed both hands on the back of her head, urging himself further. Beth sucked him with such want and intensity, John could see her cheeks clearly indented from the effort.  She also stroked both hands up and down his glistening, slimy, wet shaft as if she were trying to get the yummy liquid from a chocolate malt that had not melted enough yet.


After a few more moments of this intense treatment from Beth, Cassius abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth with a “pop.” Beth looked up at him for a moment questioningly as he bends towards her, giving her a wet passionate tongue kiss. He motioned her to the bed where she sat then laid down with her legs still dangling from the edge. John heard her audibly moan as Cassius pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and his large mouth descended to cover Beth’s opening.  With Cassius’ thick tongue expertly probing and searching every inch of her opening along with the constant skillful suction of her clitoris with his large black lips, it only took a short while for Beth to go over the edge into the black oblivion called “Cassius”.


Her long drawn out moan was so loud and intense, it caused John to duck in case anyone outside hearing the commotion would look towards the window.  After his wife’s moaning subsided, John slowly peeked through the window again as Cassius was working his way up Beth. He brought his tongue up her sensitive belly button, causing her to giggle, then up to one of her breasts tenderly.  His large mouth covered her nipple then sucked in with such intensity, he had half her breast in his mouth by the time he released, leaving a mark on her that no one would mistake for anything other than what he just did to her.  He move up her neck, causing her to mewl in pleasure until his tongue found it’s home with her lips. They resumed an intense kiss, grinding their hips together furiously.


Cassius slowly slid his hard, black rod up and down Beth’s mound, from the tip of his swollen head to the base of his sack, causing her to writhe in intense pleasure beneath him.  She clawed at his back each time his cock head slid down to her clit, causing intense ripples of pleasure to echo through her and making her want more. Each time Cassius slid his thick black cock back down her body, he made sure to bring the tip down closer and closer to Beth’s dripping wet entrance. John could see that Beth could no longer take any of this teasing, so on Cassius’ next downward slide, Beth moved her hips up so that her entrance would meet his head. Cassius naturally pushed back into her very slowly as to not hurt her. As he pushed deeper into her, Beth let out a low moan as her body was slowly stretch and filled like it never had been before. John’s jaw dropped as he witnessed the large black mamba slowly work its way into his wife. He licked his lips, surprised by himself.


John thought he would be angry, upset, hurt and all other such emotions but the shocking one that stood out was how turned on he was at witnessing his wife in this illicit union with her lover. The fact that she is not just cheating on him but doing it with her friend, with no protection, would send a normal guy over the edge trying to beat down the door to stop it. The thought of his wife eagerly taking such a large guy, skin to skin/bare-back like that, on top of his strong dark african features mixing with her delicate light Chinese features, contrasting together like a sexual yin and yang, was so erotic. He wanted to see more.


Cassius was increasing his pace with Beth now, and with each powerful stroke, Beth let out a small yelp. As if a switch was flipped in his mind, he was no longer gently pushing into her but pounding into her with the fury of an unleashed animal. Sensing this sudden change in Cassius, Beth’s own switch flipped and raw animal instinct took over as she shouted things like “Fuck me harder, Cassius! Harder! Deeper, Cassius, Deeper!”  Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his large black ass to pull him in deeper, holding on for dear life.   Soon after, she let out a scream of pleasure as her second orgasm crashed into her like a tsunami following a massive earthquake.


Cassius slowed to catch his breath, a moment of recovery later giving way to her second intense orgasm. Breathing heavily, they kissed each other as if they were a couple, making love with just their tongues. Beth clearly wasn’t done yet and she whispered something to Cassius causing him to climb off her and lay properly in his bed. Beth climbed on top of his sturdy physique, kissing him again as she reached behind her to guide his swollen, black cock inside her. They continued to kiss each other as Beth ground her hips into his. John nearly exploded in his pants as he got a full clear view of Cassius’ big black cock sliding in and out of Beth’s pussy.  Beth and Cassius both picked up speed and intensity, causing a loud “CLAP” with each meeting of their hips. John could see the sweat glisten off both their bodies with some of Beth’s long hair matted to her body and face. The ferocity of how they fucked each other right now reminded John of animals mating. It was as if instinct took over and these two were no longer in control, like mother nature intended.


John’s heart leapt right into his throat when he heard Cassius announce loudly “Aww Daaaamn! I’m about to cum, Beth! I’m about ta nut, girl! Tell me where you want it at? Where you want my nut, Beth?” and Beth was only able to respond with “Ohhhhhh, God! Mmmmmmmm! Fuck me, Cassius! Keep fucking me please!” “Fuck, Beth! I’ma nut up all inside you if you don’t tell me where to cum! I’m gonna cum in yo pussy!’” Cassius warned in a rising tone. To this day, Beth is still not sure why she said it or what possessed her to say it but…  “Oh God, Cassius, Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want your hot nut inside me! Yes!” Beth screamed in reply. Cassius pushed himself as far as he could into Beth as he yelled out, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yeah, Beth! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I’m cumming in you, Beth! Take all dis nut, baby! Yeeeeeeeeeeeah! Take it all!!!” Beth felt as Cassius’ head swelled deep within her womb. She screamed in pleasure as she felt the initial burst of Cassius’ hot seed splash against her cervix, sending her over the edge for her own orgasm. With each pulse of Cassius’ black cock releasing a potent package of spem, Beth’s own orgasmic contraction would squeeze and milk more seed from Cassius, her cervix dipping in, gaping, and sucking up his seed. “God! Yeeeeeeeesssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gaaaaaaaaawd, Cassius! Yeeeeeesssssss! I feel it!  Fill me! Give it to me! Yessssss! Give me all that nut! Mmmmmmm!” Beth Mewled loudly in ecstasy.


Beth crashed on top of Cassius, both breathing heavily, kissing. John could see they were both a hot, wet mess from their mixing sweat and other fluids. Cassius’ partially softening cock was still pumping in and out of his wife as she gently rocked her hips to match with him, a long, thick stream of his cum leaking down his shaft, leaving Beth’s womanhood frothy and sticky. John has seen enough and quietly moved away from the window and out of the bushes he was hiding behind. He quickly made his way home, putting the kids to bed. John came almost three times in a row after masturbating, thinking about what he just witnessed with his wife and her black friend Cassius, then fell asleep.


At 11:30pm, about two hours after John left Cassius’ window, Beth quietly walked into the room and went directly to their bathroom. John awoke to the sound of the shower being turned on. “Should I go in there and see the love marks Cassius made on her and confront her?” He thoughts to himself. John decided to stay in bed until she came out of the shower. After Beth came out, he saw her put on some shorts and a t-shirt and she crawled into bed. “How was your Church group meeting? It went a little long didn’t it?” John asked groggily. Silence lingered long enough that John was about to ask again when Beth said slowly, “Yeah… It WAS long and… it was probably one of our best meetings. I think I might start meeting with them every week now.”  John’s heart skipped a beat at that news as he started running a hand up her leg. Beth quickly shut that down saying how tired she was and that he should try with her in the morning. “Her usual excuse,” John thought.


Unable to sleep now with visions of Cassius fucking his wife, John waited until Beth was completely asleep before he slowly rolled up her shirt to observe firsthand the love marks Cassius left. He gently ran his fingers over the marks then stopped as his wife stirred.  He then slowly move his hand up her shorts and underneath her plain old panties and immediately felt her well fucked swollen lips and thick gooey semen still oozing out of her. Beth pushed his hand off of her and said sleepily “Leave me alone, I’m sleepy!”. John rolled back over and started pumping his erect dick thinking about how many more times they fucked after he left, wondering if his wife was going to let herself get impregnated by Cassius.

0 thoughts on “Blast From The Past

  1. I’ve been a crossdresser our entire marriage, and how I wish my wife would encourage my feminine nature, and even cuckold me. I would be very secure if she had a relationship with another man; however, I don’t think she could be open enough to handle another man.