Look who's coming to dinner (Wishes - QoS)

He racked his brain for several days. In the end, he gave up.  Watching the news was wild. Protests in many countries that had very  limited black populations. Huge demand for attractive immigration  policies specifically for black men were starting to appear. He  remembered one discussion program where a glamorous trophy wife-looking  presenter was discussing with an elderly harridan of a woman discussing  the current trend to black lovers. As the discussion had gone on he had  witnessed the old, sour-faced woman turn into a striking, smouldering  older woman and the program changed to a chat about how older women can  appeal to black lovers. Going outside was surreal. The streets were  filled with the most gorgeous and sensual women often accompanied by  average to ugly men who were probably their husbands. If there was a  black man around, you could guarantee that he would have several women  around him and others looking on with jealousy.

Sarah had been in a sour mood for days. Toby would not speak to her. Tom couldn’t blame him for that but to make things worse, Kian hadn’t been  in touch. She was getting to the point where she was going to go over  but the fact that he lived with his parents was frightening her off.  Eventually, he got her to open up to him about her feelings. He enjoyed  it because she leaned on him for comfort. It showed him that she still  valued him as a partner if not as a sexual one. “I’m just worried that  all the other women are going to get sexy black men to satisfy them and I  will just be stuck with my toy,” she sobbed as she rested her head on Tom’s lap.

Whilst he was enjoying the closeness, he really didn’t like to see  her upset. He wanted her to be happy. He also wanted her filled with  black cock. He comforted her as best he could and he considered making a  wish. He began by cancelling the wish that had made every wish  contagious. He wasn’t convinced it would help stop the spread as the old  wishes had already run rampant around the world. Some women might  escape it but not many. That wish had hit him pretty hard. He was making  wishes that changed reality on a world scale at this point and several  days later the coin had not recharged. He also worried about his health  as he had taken a day off sick after he had made it. Still, he would  make a wish to get her all the black cock she wanted as soon as he was  able.

Fate intervened and he didn’t have to make that wish. They had been  watching TV together one rainy evening and there was a knock at the  door. Unsure who could be there at this time, they both went to answer  the door. Standing there was a tall, lean black man with several large  bags. “Hey, my folks kicked me out. Thought you might put me up for a  bit,” said Kian.

Without hesitation, Sarah threw herself at Kian and started kissing him. “Of course you can stay here. Oh my god, you are so wet. Tom, get his bags, we need to get you in the shower before you get sick.”

Kenny looked at Tom and greeted him with an awkward, “Hey,” and a nod of the head but no more could be said before he was dragged off by Sarah leaving a suitcase and two large, wet duffle bags in the entryway. He  picked the bags up and heaved them up to the spare bedroom. By the time  he had done that he headed into the master bedroom to find the ensuite  door locked. The sound of water running was accompanied by slurping and  soft moans. “Fuck, you are a horny white slut. I’m guessing that was  your husband we walked past? I only just got in and you have my cock in  your mouth,” he heard Kian say.

He heard a pop as Sarah must have taken his cock out of her mouth. “You didn’t get back to me. I was worried you had found someone else.”

“Naa, it’s been a shitty few days. My mum confiscated my phone the  day after you left. Spent a few days fighting with her and trying to  find some way to move out. I remembered your message and told her if she  gave me my phone back I’d go.”

“You can stay here, I’ll look after you.”

Tom couldn’t believe  that she was just letting him move in. Well, he could believe it. The  mood she had been in for the last few days made it feel plausible. Some  part of him felt like he should demand he goes but he genuinely feared  how Sarah would react to  that. While he was supportive, she was a happy wife but he had seen  hints of how fierce she could get if she thought he would get in her  way. He didn’t think she would attack him but she may well stop loving  him.

There was also the matter of his erection. He wished the door had a  keyhole but it was locked by a bolt on the inside. He could hear  slurping over the sound of the shower and happy hums coming from Sarah. He had no other choice other than to take out his cock and start stroking it with his ear to the door.

“I’m guessing that was your husband back there,” said Kian.

Once again there was a slight pop as she took the cock out of her mouth. “Yes, that’s Tom.”

“I’m not going to have any trouble am I?”

“No, no, no. He knows my preferences and he is very supportive. Ever  since women started realising how great black men are, you have become  precious, he knows that. Stay here and let me look after you. Let me  worry about Tom.”

“Damn, you are a good bitch. I knew women were just sluts and whores but at least you know how to treat a man.”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, baby.”

Tom found it crazy that  she would let him talk to her that way let alone agree with it. It was  such a change from how she had been. Was her addiction so strong she was  willing to give up her principles for it? He realised that he was  probably at fault for that with some of his wishes. “That’s it, become a  slut for him,” he mouthed inaudibly as he stroked his cock. The fact  that Kian was clearly a misogynist pig made it so much hotter.

“Fuck I’m close. I haven’t had a chance to jack off since I last saw you. I’m backed up,” Tom heard Kian say.

“Yes, I want it on my face. Cum for me baby. Paint me with your cum.”

Tom came into his hand  while Kian sprayed his wife's face and she thanked him for messing her  up. He dashed to the other bathroom to clean himself up and headed  downstairs to get out of the way. He leaned against the counter. With a  little more clarity of mind, he began to panic about the situation but  the sound of creaking soon followed by wails of pleasure from upstairs  reignited his desire. Maybe he would keep things going just a little  longer.