Sammy had always been the nicest person I've ever known. We met in high school and fell completely in love. She was always so kind, warm and bubbly to everyone she ever met. Together we had forged a good life for us. I worked for a high-profile IT company, she worked in a science lab. We'd managed to afford a nice house with room to spare, no kids despite being together for over ten years, we were happy and comfortable in life and love.
So, it wasn't really a surprise to me when, while watching a documentary on the refugee problem, Sammy said that she wanted to help.
This happened at around the ten-year mark of our relationship. I was 28 and she was 26. Her body had matured amazingly. She had 32DD boobs, a large, round pale ass, thin waist, and large hips. She was, in my opinion, the embodiment of a pawg.
"They suffer so much," she said as we watched, her pretty features downcast as she pushed a strand of ginger hair out of her face, "I want to take one in." I wasn't surprised but I was confused.
"You want a stranger to live with us?"
"It'll only be for a few months," she said, taking my hand, "They move in with people for a few months then get rehoused somewhere else, usually together in a hostel or something. But there's so many of them trying to get over they get backed up."
We discussed it over the next few days. I felt like it was a huge decision, but her mind was made up. It was something she felt like she had to do. To help someone who desperately needed it and, I had to admit, the idea of helping someone out like that really did feel good.
Finally, I caved, and arrangements were made. We found out we were getting a refugee from Nigeria called Jermain, not his real name but one he chose so we wouldn't have to struggle to pronounce his African name. The day finally came when he arrived at our house. He was a tall man who clearly liked to take care of himself. His rock-hard pecs were visible through his tight shirt and he towered over me and Sammy. He spoke remarkably good English, apparently a common trait among African refugees. For the first few hours we sat around the table with a cup of tea, the three of us plus the representative looking after his case, a small man completely unimportant to the story I'm telling.
Jermain was nice and polite. He thanked us constantly for taking him in. We learnt he was 21 and had been orphaned as a young child, his dad in a work accident, his mum of malnutrition. It was heart breaking hearing him speak and tear up slightly as he talked about them. He'd been on the list to travel to the country for years and had worked on a farm while he waited, hence his amazing physique. We showed him to his room once the representative left and spent a pleasant evening getting to know each other.
Sammy was all smiles when we went to bed, "Isn't he lovely?" She said.
"Handsome too," I teased, seeing her red cheeks. He slapped me playfully.
"That's not what I meant. He's had such a tragic life. I really hope we can make a difference."
We didn't see much of Jermain over the next couple of weeks. The company looking after him had all kinds of classes and trips planned for him. Most of the time, we'd only briefly see him over dinner or breakfast. He and Sammy got on really well though. There was a lot of laughing and smiling when they chatted, sometimes for hours without really involving me. I could tell she was attracted to him by the colour her cheeks went and how she would play with her hair while they spoke. I'd tease her regularly about it.
"When is your boyfriend coming home?" I asked her one evening as she was preparing dinner.
"Fuck off," she replied, stirring a concoction, "You worried I'm going to replace you with the tall, handsome African man?"
"Maybe," I teased with a smile.
"Well, maybe I will if you don't behave."
It was such a simple exchange, but one that stoked a fire inside me. That night I had the most vivid dream, I still remember it well to this day. Sammy was on her back, legs spread wide a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Jermain was in between her legs, pumping her pussy with his huge black dick. I woke with a start that night and a rock-hard erection. I was so turned on I had to go to the toilet to jack off. The dream recurred for the next few nights, fuelled further by the way Jermain and Sammy seemed to be getting closer and closer.
They'd started touching now, hugs goodbyes or little taps on the arm. There was clearly sexual tension between them, and it was driving me wild. I was becoming more and more aware of what I wanted. My dream. I wanted my dream to become reality. But how could I possibly bring it up with Sammy? We'd been together for years and never once had either of us even kissed someone else. As it turned out, I didn't have to worry about this.
One night, Sammy, me and Jermain were all in the house. None of us had work, classes, or trips the next day so we decided to make a night of it. We got some booze in, ordered takeaway and watched films. Jermain and I demolished a large pack of beer and Sammy had gone through over half a bottle of vodka as we chatted, completely ignoring the film. Jermain asked us about how we met, so we told him we met at school. We reminisced about old dates and our first kiss.
"I've never had a kiss," Jermain said with a sad smile, "Never really had a girlfriend."
"Oh?" Sammy said, genuinely shocked, "How is that possible?"
"Just never happened. Back in Africa it was hard to meet new people."
"Sammy will give you a kiss," I said, joking but my heart jumped to my mouth anyway. Jermain laughed but Sammy gave out an interesting, half giggle. It was as if she was considering it.
"I'm sure that would be amazing but-" He stopped talking when Sammy turned to me suddenly. We made eye contact for a split second, but somehow hundreds of words were said. She wanted to kiss him, just for fun. For him. Could she do it? Was I okay with it? Somehow, my eyes replied. Yes, do it.
Before I could process anything, she stood up from where she was sat next to me and sat next to Jermain on the other sofa. He went to say something, but her lips stopped him. They kissed deeply and passionately. Jermain put his arms around her small, pale body and I was the most aroused I've ever been in my life. They broke off the kiss after a few, agonising seconds and both giggled.
"Wow, umm..." Jermain stammered.
"Yeah," Sammy replied with a small laugh.
We continued to chat about unrelated things for an hour or so, my dick never softening. She stayed sat next to Jermain for the rest of the night, their bodies touching gently. Finally, we said goodnight to Jermain and went to our room.
"What the fuck happened?" Sammy asked as soon as the door closed, covering her face with her hand.
"You kissed the handsome black man," I said, trying not to let my arousal and excitement take over me.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me," she took my hand, her apology genuine.
"You're attracted to him, aren't you?" I said, my voice staying surprisingly calm.
"Yeah, I think I am," she replied slowly, my heart doing summersaults. "I'm really, really sorry. We can ring the agency and have him relocated. Or- ", It was her turn to have her words cut off with a kiss. I kissed her so hard and so passionately I almost went dizzy when we stopped. "What?" Was all she was able to say afterwards.
"You kissing him was so, so, SO fucking hot." I said, my voice finally betraying me.
"What? Really?" Sammy said in shock. She felt my dick with her hand as she spoke, "Jesus."
"You should do it again," I said before I could stop myself.
"Are you fucking joking?" She almost shouted, clearly struggling to process things.
"No, I'm deadly serious. It was so hot. I would love it if you did it again."
"I don't know. This is all so sudden."
"I mean, you don't have to," I said, coming down slowly from the high, "But it was fun. I didn't even really feel jealous about it, I just enjoyed it. You do what you're comfortable with but you're both clearly attracted to each other and I'm okay with it so..." I shrugged.
"I'll need to think about this," she said slowly, processing my words. Her hands still on my cock. "Why don't you show me how horny it made you in the meantime?"
That night we had the hottest sex since the early years of our relationship. She kept asking how much I liked seeing her kiss Jermain which drove me wild. At the end she asked if I'd want to see him fuck her which I obviously answered yes to. I asked her if she was thinking about him, she said yes, and I couldn't hold it in anyway. I filled her pussy with cum, she's been on the pill for years.
The next day was chill. No one mentioned what had happened the night before and Sammy showed no signs of wanting to continue doing anything with Jermain. I was kind of disappointed. After the horniness of the night before, I had come down to earth a bit and was having second thoughts. But, at the same time, I still very much wanted to see it happen again.
But everything changed the day after. We all had breakfast before Jermain said he had to go to his classes. He had made it to the door when Sammy told him to wait. She made eye contact with me, then dashed over to him and planted a huge kiss on him. He was clearly shocked but kissed back with just as much passion. They broke after a few seconds and Sammy told him to have a nice day. I was on her the second Jermain walked out the door, kissing her and tugging at her clothes, but we both had to leave for work. The longest day of my life that was with essentially a permanent erection.
That became the norm over the next week. Sammy would passionately kiss our refugee guest goodbye when he left and hello when he returned. Our sex life continued to be hot as fuck with Jermain being mentioned in the bedroom constantly. Sammy would tease me regularly about how good he could kiss, how she could feel his erection against her when she kissed him and how she'd love to feel him in her. One night, after sex, Sammy asked me if I really would be okay with her going further with Jermain. I answered yes and I was serious. It still amazes me how little jealousy I felt, just pure horniness. A few days later, things changed again.
Jermain and I were sat at the table while Sammy prepared breakfast. Things felt weird that morning. Like there was tension in the air. I had to work but neither Sammy nor Jermain had anything on. Sammy put a plate of food in front of Jermain as I finished my toast, I was in a rush, so I went to leave.
"Wait a second," Jermain said, "Sammy? Are we doing this?" I was confused as I looked between them. Sammy took a deep breath.
And dropped to her knees. She crawled under the table and started pulling down Jermain's pyjamas. I watched in shock, still standing up ready to leave. I had the best, side on view of my pretty ginger girlfriend pulling out Jermain's large black cock. It was already semi hard, clearly from the anticipation. Then Sammy put it in her mouth and started sucking. He became hard in her mouth and I could tell he was bigger than me by at least an inch, definitely over seven inches, maybe reaching eight.
Sammy continued to take our refugee's black dick in her mouth, trying to get as much of it as possible in her throat. She gagged a little and spluttered. Jermain started eating his breakfast as if nothing was happening. My cock was rock hard seeing my girlfriend under the table sucking his black cock while he casually ate his food. After a minute Sammy pulled his out of her mouth and jerked him while she looked at me. She mouthed if I was okay. All I could do was nod and smile. She smiled back and went right back to sucking Jermain's cock.
"Don't you have work?" Jermain said. He was right. I did. I slowly left them to it as I headed to the office.
Work was torture. All I could see what Sammy on her knees sucking Jermain's dick. My boner never went down, even when a text came through from Sammy. It simply read, "Are you okay?" I replied in the affirmative. I said it was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. She replied with, "Good, cause I'm still sucking him. Right now."
I had to rush to the toilet as I hastily replied, "What? Prove it." She did. She WhatsApped me a picture of her. She was on her knees in front of the sofa, Jermain's big black cock stuffed in her mouth. Drool was dripping from her chin and down his balls. I jerked off furiously and, for the first time, came at work.
An hour later, Sammy sent me another picture; her on her knees with cum over her face. She was looking up at the camera happily, hands on her knees. Jermain clearly took the picture. The message with it simply said, "Love you".
No one mentioned anything when I got home. We had a casual evening as if nothing had happened. It wasn't until bed that Sammy and I finally talked about it.
"Was everything okay?" She asked.
"Fuck yes, it was amazing," I said kissing her, "The hottest thing in the world! How did that end up happening?"
She told me that one day when Jermain came home before me, she hadn't kissed him hello. He had asked her what was up with that. She told him that the reason she was kissing him was because it drove me crazy but that it felt a bit wrong to do it when I wasn't there. He had been very understanding and asked her if I would want things to go further. That night she had confirmed with me that I would and the two of them planned to surprise me, but she had been terrified that I would hate it. I told her I didn't, in fact it was the complete opposite.
The sex that night was even more unbelievable. Sammy made me get the pictures she had sent me up on my phone while we fucked. It was the best orgasm of my life.
From then on, that became our morning routine. We'd all be downstairs for breakfast and Sammy would get on her knees to service Jermain. If Sammy and Jermain had the day to themselves, they'd send me pictures while I was at work. If either of them had stuff on, or all three of us were off, she'd suck him until he came down her throat or on her face while I watched.
When I was at work, the pictures would stop around eleven with the final one being a picture of Jermain's cum on Sammy's face or in her mouth. One day though, things were different.
It had reached four in the afternoon and I was till getting pictures regularly of her sucking Jermain's big cock. I was confused but not complaining. I headed home at five, assuming I'd get to see Sammy finish Jermain off when I got in. However, what I was never expecting what I was greeted with.
As soon as I opened the door, I knew something was up. The downstairs was empty but there were noises coming from upstairs. A rhythmic thumping sound, like a bedframe hitting a wall. I immediately knew what I was going to witness. I climbed the stairs slowly, in a trance. The noises were coming from Jermain's room. The door was closed but the sound of Sammy's moaning and the bed frame thumping were louder than ever. I gripped the handle and took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was on the other side.
I swung it open to find the scene of my dream. Sammy was on her back, legs spread wide. She was completely naked and her large, DD tits were bouncing happily. Jermain was on top of her, his large black dick spreading her pussy. She had already cum, it seemed, and a thick layer of white cream had covered Jermain's throbbing dick. I stood in the doorway, hornier than I had ever been as Jermain continued to thrust inside my girlfriend. Sammy had seen me as soon as I walked in and was smiling at me in between moans.
"Hi-ah-babe. How was-mng- work?" I didn't reply. I just sat on the chair in the corner of the room and took my dick out. Jermain's cock was big, but I was impressed at how well Sammy was taking it. He was pulling out to the tip and pushing himself back in right to the balls, so they slapped against her asshole. Her moans were so hot, and I nearly lost it when she told Jermain she was going to cum again. He picked up the pace, slamming himself down into her once tight pussy over and over again as Sammy convulsed and spasmed, nails digging into the bedsheets.
"Fuck..." She grunted as he slowed down after her orgasm.
"Let's give your boyfriend a better view," Jermain said to her. He made her get on all four facing me. She smiled happily at me before he started to penetrate her, then her eyes closed, and she bit her lip.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered. Jermain started fucking her hard from behind. I could see her large tits swinging as he banged her and her big, pale ass rippled against his hips. "He's fucking me so good," she said to me, looking me in the eye. "Is this what you wanted? Our jacked refugee fucking your girlfriend?"
"Yes," I replied immediately, jerking at my dick, "This is what I desperately wanted. Does he feel good?"
"So, fucking good, you wouldn't believe," she replied, as she pushed herself back onto him. "He's going to make me cum again, babe."
"Ugh, fuck," was all I could say in reply.
"I'm going to cum too," Jermain said, "where should I?"
"Inside me."
"Inside her," Sammy and I said at the exact same time. Jermain didn't need telling twice. He pulled Sammy back by her long ginger hair and spanked her hair and he picked up the pace. She was forced to look straight at me as the hung black man railed her.
"Keep going -ah," was all Sammy managed to murmur. Jermain's groans started to get louder and I could tell he was about to cum inside her. I couldn't hold it anymore and came hard into my hand as I moaned almost as loud as Sammy was moaning.
"Fill me," she groaned, "Fill me with your cum." Jermain obliged. He forced her down onto her stomach, his hands pressing her down hard. He thrust a few more times as hard as he could and let out a loud guttural moan as he filled Sammy's little white pussy with his strong African seed.
We all rested there, Jermain still balls deep in my girlfriend, as we recovered. After a while, he pulled himself out of her and we all sat there chatting about what had just happened. We all agreed it was amazingly hot and we definitely should do it again sometime.
Dinner was a strange affair. I knew Sammy still had Jermain's cum inside her while we ate so it was hard not to get aroused. We spent the evening pretending nothing had happened and Sammy and I excused ourselves around ten.
The sex that night was indescribable. We didn't have to say anything. I could feel Jermain's cum inside her as I fucked her and that was enough to get me going. Sammy was clearly still incredibly worked up and we both came pretty quickly.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked Sammy, "Was he a good lay?" Sammy giggled.
"Yes, it was really good. It was a lot of fun. Did you?"
"Yeah, it was the hottest thing in the world."
"Well..." Sammy said coyly.
"Well what?"
"What if tomorrow night...Jermain stays in here with me?"
"But where would-?"
"You would be in his room."
I was shocked at the suggestion, but my erection couldn't lie. Sammy fell asleep against me quite quickly. I lay awake thinking that Jermain would still be with us for another month. It was going to be a very, very interesting four weeks.
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