A Lovely Time in Valley County: Chapter 1

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, In Brazil, Le Belle Donne, and Housewives of Valley County.)

Chapter 1

“I hope you’re not tired of the beautiful weather we’ve been having because there’s going to be another sunny day in Valley County…” The forty-two-year-old Alan Westerman looked out through the window of his radio studio from atop the hill. The glimmers from the sun as it rose over the Valley was quite a thing to behold, a sight that Alan had been fortunate to experience for almost twenty years being the local weatherman and radio host.

“And now here’s a song by the Simmons, Let the sunshine shine…” Alan switched over to the song while his producer Kirsten came on over the studio’s intercom.

“Alan, your wife is on line two.”

“Thanks. Kirsten.” Alan was excited to hear from his wife Kathryn who was visiting their daughter Lindsey at her college.

“Hey, hun.” Alan glanced over at the framed photographs he had sitting on his desk. One was a family photo with his sweet nineteen-year-old daughter Lindsey and his wife Kathryn. The other photograph was of his beautiful wife in a stunning and revealing evening gown that hugged her slender body. Though she wasn’t alone in the photograph. Next to her, with his arm around her waist stood Marcus, a very handsome black man that they had met during the award show where Alan had accepted an award for favorite local personality.

The loving smile Kathryn had in the photograph always made Alan feel warm inside.

“Hi, honey, I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.” Kathryn laid naked in her hotel room bed, her head resting against the soft pillow. She had just woken up a few minutes earlier and tuned into her husband’s morning show, which she loved to listen to each morning. However, since Alan’s show was only broadcasted locally in Valley County, she had listened through their radio app on her phone.

“You know you can never call me at a bad time.” Alan was as much in love with his wife now as he was when he met her, over twenty years ago.

“Oh, you sweet talker you,” Kathryn smiled at her husband’s compliment.

“Well, I am a professional…” Alan chuckled, having been on the radio for almost twenty years.

“And of course, it’s not hard when I’m talking to such a beautiful woman.” Alan wished that he could reach across the phone line and give his wife a kiss.

Whilst Kathryn enjoyed her husband’s sweet talk, she felt the touch of a strong, masculine hand on her naked skin. From her somewhat flat, yet fleshy tummy, she felt it glide up her body until it reached her soft breasts.

“Mhhmm.” Kathryn moaned and glanced up at the sexy black man she had spent the night with. It felt so amazing having his hands all over her breasts, fondling them, caressing her nipples.

Oh… Over the phone line, Alan heard his wife moan and smiled to himself. Had he gotten her a bit excited with his sweet talk.

“Ohh, Mike…” Kathryn gasped when the man lying next to her ran his hand down her body until he reached her sweet spot between her legs. There, he slid two fingers along her slit and slowly began to rub her clit.

Oh… An even bigger smile spread across Alan’s face when he realized that his wife wasn’t alone. Instinctively, he unzipped his pants and stuck his hand down past his underwear, where his soft penis had begun to stiffen. He wondered if it was the same black man Kathryn had spent the night with.

The reason he wondered, was because last night whilst he laid in bed watching the news, he had gotten a text message with an included video clip from his wife.

The message had read; Enjoy the big splash. Smiley Face.

The moment Alan clicked on the video clip, which featured an impressive black cock being jerked above Kathryn’s face, he tossed the bedspread to the side and started stroking his bare penis.

“Give me that big load… I want it all over my face.” Alan saw his beautiful wife looking up at the camera.

Oh yes, come on her face… Alan furiously stroked his meager penis. He wanted to come at the same time as the black man came over Kathryn.

“Uh uhh uhhh uhhhhh!” Alan heard the man grunt while ropes of cum shot out from the tip of his big cock and splashed across Kathryn’s pretty face.

“Oh, yesss…” Alan felt his balls twitch and immediately after two slender streams of sperm burst out from his erection and landed on his belly. With a heavy breath and his penis dripping cum, Alan turned his focus back onto the clip where the black man was still erupting over Kathryn’s face.

“Oh wow.” Alan panted. His wife looked so exquisite with all that slimy semen on her face. Kathryn looked even more beautiful when the tip of the black man’s cock began to drip instead of shoot cum, and she took him into her mouth and gently sucked his throbbing cock. What Alan wouldn’t have given to have been there with her.

The video ended with Kathryn looking up into the camera, smiling, and blowing him a kiss.

“What a woman.” Alan had naturally leaned in and tried to kiss his wife’s cum splashed lips.

Back in Kathryn’s hotel room, she had turned to face Mike and was kissing him. At the same time, she had reached down and was stroking his ebony cock. A cock, so girthy that her fingers only reached halfway around.

In the studio, Alan wondered if he should maybe say goodbye and hang up. He didn’t want to be improper and listen in on the black man without knowing that it was okay.

“Is it okay if my husband listens in?” It was as if Kathryn had read her husband’s mind.

“Sure, put it on speaker,” Mike told Kathryn who lit up knowing that her husband could listen in. After that, she put her phone on speaker and laid it on the pillow next to them.

With that, she got on top of him, kissed him longingly, and slowly sunk down onto his majestic manhood.

“Oh godddddd! It’s so bigg, and soo gooood!” Kathryn slowly moved her hips sliding his thickness deeper and deeper inside her pussy.

“Yeah… Ride that big dick.” Mike had his hands on her waist and enjoyed the tightness of her pussy, while looking up at the beautiful woman and the blissful look she had on her face.

“Uh uhhhh…” A soft grunt was heard through the speakerphone. It was Alan soaking his underwear with cum.

In the producers’ booth at the radio station, Kirsten had overheard some of the conversations through Alan’s speakerphone.

“Hehe.” She giggled when she saw and heard him groan. There was no doubt in her mind that he had just come in his pants. Immediately her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend Scott and the cute look he would always get while watching her make out with a sexy black man.

“Oh, darn.” Kirsten realized that the song had ended.

Tapping the glass window between her and the studio that Alan was in, she managed to get his attention.

“Uh, I… uhh… I have to get back on the air… uh…Thank… Thank you for letting me listen, Mr. Mike. I apologize if I got your name wrong.” Alan breathed heavily while he both thanked and apologized to the black man, who he remembered hearing his wife call Mike. He wanted to be proper so he added the Mr. part.

“You’re… ahh…. Welcome.” Mike had a firm grip of Kathryn’s waist and started pounding her hard even from underneath her.

“By…e… hon… oh, goddddd!” Kathryn couldn’t even finish her sentence, her pussy was absolutely stuffed to the brink with Mike’s thick manhood.

“Bye…” Alan reluctantly hung up and switched on his studio mic.

“Hey… folks.” Alan still breathed somewhat heavily.

“You can probably tell that I’m a bit out of breath. The reason, other than being out of shape…” Alan laughed.

“Is that my lovely wife just called me up from her hotel, where she was enjoying the company of a handsome black man… So if you would all just bear with me, I’ll run another song so I can catch my breath.” Alan chuckled and turned on another song.

It, of course, wasn’t the first time something like that had happened on live air. Afterward, Alan would often get flooded with supportive messages and calls from both male and female listeners telling him that they loved his show and that they had all been in similar spots.

Miles away from the Radio station, On 14 Crest Road, inside the lovely home of Fadi and Jamilah Najjar, Fadi reached up with both arms in the air and yawned.

“Ahhhh-haaaa.” He woke up in the downstairs guest bedroom with a smile on his face. He had just had the most amazing dream, evident by his slender penis standing straight up.

In the dream, he had picked up the latest issue of Molly Magazine for Jamilah, on which she was featured topless on the cover, standing next to two big and muscular black men. The two men had their eyes on her huge naked breasts, while Jamilah smiled lovingly at Fadi. Proudly he had told the cashier at the store that the woman on the cover was his wife.

Suddenly, he was no longer in the store. Instead, he stood in front of his wife and the two black men. Not only did one of the men have his big cock in Jamilah’s mouth, but he was coming as well. When he pulled his thick manhood out, cum flowed from the tip, and that’s when Jamilah turned.

“Kiss me Fadi.” She looked at him lovingly with a mouth full of cum.

“Oh yes, my love…” Unfortunately, this was when Fadi woke up from his dream. Which had been absolutely wondrous, though a bit incoherent, like most dreams, were.

As Fadi sat up on the edge of the bed, he raised his arms above his head and stretched once more. After another yawn, he glanced over at the alarm clock which he suspected would go off at any moment now.

“Oh no.” He had forgotten to set the alarm. It was already a few minutes past eight. Fadi had wanted to get up a bit earlier so that he could make breakfast for Jamilah and Marc.

I hope they haven’t gotten up yet… Fadi flew out of bed and hurried into the guest bathroom, where he peed, he had to lean over quite a bit since his penis was still standing straight up from his dream. Having thrown some water on his face, and brushed his teeth, he rushed back into the bedroom and found himself a pair of underwear. He didn’t bother with any other clothes since he was already late.

On his way to the kitchen, he passed the living room where he saw his wife’s dress on the sofa chair, along with Marc’s pants and shirt. Seeing their clothes, his mind flashed with images from last night where Jamilah had been on top of Marc, riding his big black cock hard, while her amazing tits had been in his face. Fadi felt a nice twitch in his underwear when he thought of the wonderful evening.

Phew… Fadi breathed a sigh of relief when he got to the kitchen and neither his wife nor Marc was there. Hopefully, he could still make them breakfast.

On his way over to the fridge, he glanced over at the digital photo frame that hung on the wall next to the fridge. Each day a new romantic photograph of himself and Jamilah would rotate in. Though if he had to be completely honest, most of the photographs he had copied into the frame were off Jamilah, and today was no exception. The picture that was on display Fadi had taken during a vacation, where Jamilah, in a skimpy bikini, had just been picked up off of her feet by Ramone, a handsome black man they had met on the beach.