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Big Black Cravings 3 (Interracial 3 Book Erotic Bundle) ebook

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Opis ebooka Big Black Cravings 3 (Interracial 3 Book Erotic Bundle) - Jane Snow

Three tantalizingly hot tales of white women with big black men have been combined into this one amazing bundle. Three different women, three different erotic tales, one beautiful bundle. Maria, Stephanie and Carrie are three snowbunnies who find out how insatiable black men can be. This bundle includes Big Black Valentine's Day, Big Black Seduction, and Big Black Hangover.Big Black Valentine's DayMaria and George are in a stagnating relationship. When Valentine's Day comes around, the two get into a heated argument about the meaning of the day. George sends her an apology in the form of a gift and a small note that they should do something dirty with chocolate. When she gets home, she finds her husband bound and three big black men who are ready to show her their chocolate bars...Big Black SeductionStephanie returns to her hometown to meet her new stepdad. After meeting up with her mom and stepdad, she goes out to see her friend. But when she comes back, she's locked out. She hears her neighbors and accidentally sees them screwing like rabbits. Her black neighbor's enormous manhood is ingrained in her head. When she's invited over, she decides to try her hand at tempting chocolate...Big Black HangoverCarrie wakes up in a room with six big black naked men. She can barely remember where she is and who these men are. Finding a camera, she sees the wild night she had. As she tries to process the night before, the big black hangover just begins. A man steps out of the bathroom and surprises her, waking the others. When she sees their impressive members, she's shocked. What happens in Vegas stays...

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Big Black Cravings 3

By Jane Snow

Table of Contents

Big Black Valentine’s Day

Big Black Seduction

Big Black Hangover

About the Author

Big Black Valentine’s Day

I glanced up at my husband nervously as I plated dinner.  His eyes were still glued to the TV, watching a basketball game and having a beer.  We had grown apart over the years and I began to wonder if I was no longer desirable to him.

Valentine's Day was just around the corner and I wondered if it would be like last year, a complete and utter dud.  He had come home with a couple of half dead flowers and a small heart shaped box of chocolates.  There was no surprise gift, no spontaneous trip, or even a passionate night for us.

I hoped that this year would be different, something to get their marriage heated up.  Maybe even to play out a fantasy that we both might have shared.  A sigh escaped my lips as I placed dinner on the table and looked over at him again.

"Dinner's ready," I called out.

"Huh?  Okay, yeah, I'll be there in a couple of minutes.  You've got to see this, Tennessee is actually showing some signs of life," George, said, barely even glancing at me.

"Don't take too long, the food is going to get cold," I replied as I grabbed a pair of cups.

"Yeah, yeah," George grunted back.

I shook my head and poured some water in both cups before placing them on the table.  After sitting, I glared at the back of George's head.  A part of me knew that this Valentine's Day would be no different than the last.  In fact, I wondered if he would be able to top our last experience.

"George," I said while clearing my throat.

"Hold on, just one more minute," George replied as he cheered his team.

I shook my head again and decided to just go ahead and eat without him.  George hadn't even noticed that I had cut my hair shorter than usual.  I had been trying to get him to see it but it seemed he was too preoccupied.

George laughed, clapped and then stood up, scratching his beer belly a couple of times before burping and making his way to the table.  I glared up at him.

"Oh, whoops, sorry, excuse me," he apologized as he pulled his chair back.

He gave me a small smile as he sat and grabbed his fork.

"Wow, spaghetti, my favorite!"  He said as he began twirling the noodles on his fork.

"So, George," I started.

"Yes, Maria," he replied, still smiling.

"Do we have any plans this weekend?"  I inquired.

"This weekend?  Uh... nah, I don't think so.  Why?  What's up?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to make sure there were no plans for Valentine's Day," I replied, a slight bit of disappointment in my voice.

"Oh, come on, that's just a stupid Hallmark holiday.  Just another way for corporate America to feed its greed," George balked.

"Oh, of course, that's exactly what it is," I sarcastically agreed.

"Hey, whoa, come on now, don't be like that," he responded.

"Like what?  Disappointed?"  I asked, now sounding angry.

"I thought we agreed that we wouldn't get all sappy for these types of fake things," George said.

"I know but surprising me every once in a while wouldn't be bad.  I have to go to work and listen to others talk about the great little adventure they had, or the necklace they just got and when they start asking me, I don't have much to say," I answered.

"Oh jeez, I'm sorry.  I didn't know that you felt that way.  What would you like to do?"  George asked.

"You can't ask me that, I was hoping you would surprise me or something.  Forget about it, it's my fault for even bringing it up," I replied, stabbing at my food.

"Oh come on, we can't leave it at that.  What can I do to make this up to you?"

"Nothing, just forget about it," I repeated.

"Fine," George replied, sounding flustered and angry.

We ate in silence, only the TV in the background providing any semblance of noise.  Each time I heard the crowd cheer, I frustratingly glared at the screen.  I would rather have had the TV turned off and eat in silence.

"I got dishes," George offered, breaking the silence.

"Great," I replied unenthusiastically as I got up with my plate.

"You done?"

"I'm not that hungry anymore," I replied as I walked off to put the leftovers in the kitchen.

George sighed and clanked his utensils loudly against his plate.  I wondered if I was truly happy in this relationship.  We seemed to constantly get into fights lately, from small things to big things, it didn't seem to matter.

I wrapped some saran wrap around my leftovers and placed it in the fridge.  George turned his chair so that he could get a better view of the TV as he ate.  I sighed and headed on upstairs, feeling more frustrated than ever with my husband.

After sitting on my bed, I stared at our wedding picture hanging on the wall.  I could remember a time when we seemed to always be happy.  As the years passed on, it seemed that our love did as well.  I wasn't even sure I knew what it would take to spark our love again.

I felt my frustration rising again as I heard the footsteps of my husband make their way up the stairs.  He grunted as he entered the master bedroom, his beer belly jiggling slightly.

"Hey uh... I'm sorry.  I really am.  I was thinking about it and I was wondering... what if... remember that time we were drunk?  And we were joking about fantasies?"  George asked sheepishly.

I squinted as I tried to recall what he was speaking of.  As the memories flooded in, my eyes widened.

"Oh... wow, you remembered that night?"

"Yeah, bits and pieces.  I was pretty hammered, huh?"  George laughed.

Parts of the conversation I had with George gently made their way back into my head.  It was one of the few nights where we had decided to go out and meet with old friends.  For some reason or another, the conversation delved towards sexual experiences and fantasies.

One of our friends, who used to be a football player in college, had mentioned that he always wanted to see his wife with other men while he was tied up.  It had quieted the crowd before everyone laughed, but afterwards, when I was alone with George, he had told me that it was a pretty cool fantasy.

I had joked that I would love to see him humiliated as I had sex with another man.  George raised the stakes by suggesting multiple men, at which point I made the claim that I could handle any number of men.  It was all a drunken stupor, but to a certain degree it was true.

Seeing George tied up and helpless as I was fucked by strangers actually turned me on.  I had always kept it in the back of my mind as something I would want to experiment with at some point but never really thought too deep into it.

"You... you don't mean..."  I started.

"Well, you know, it might be kind of hot," George replied.

"Oh shut up, you would get way too jealous," I quipped.

"I don't know, I mean, I might, but it is also kind of hot," George repeated.

"Why don't you hold off on that?  I don't want you to rush into this just because you want to make me happy over that stupid little fight," I replied.

"All right, all right.  I am really sorry for last year, I didn't realize it.  And that spaghetti was fantastic," he said as he kissed me on the cheek.

"I get it already, just go clean up," I replied, my anger finally subsiding.

George nodded and headed into the shower to clean up.  I watched as he stripped and shook my head.  He had really gotten out of shape lately while I was busy trying to get back in shape.  I turned on the TV and laid back on the bed as I thought about my husband's ridiculous idea.

***

I yawned and stretched as I stared at the computer screen.  The day seemed to fly by, even with nothing to do.  Someone stopped by my cubicle and handed me a box.

"Hey Maria," he said.

I looked up to see John, the office delivery person.  I smiled and looked at the box in his hands.

"Hey.  What's that?"  I asked.

"I don't know, it's for you though," he replied.

"For me?"  I questioned as I took the box.

It was strange, I hadn't ordered anything, and I was not one to send anything to the office.  The address was blank, other than my office location and name on the box.

"Weird," I said.

"Here you go, you still gotta sign," John said as he handed me a clipboard.

"Okay."

I signed the paperwork and stared at the box as John left.  A small rattle filled the box when I shook it lightly.  It was a light box and I wondered what was in it.

With a pair of scissors I opened up the box.  There was a card and something underneath it.  Opening up the card, I read it, easily recognizing my husband’s handwriting.

"Hey sweetie, don't stay too late.  You should wear this before you get home.  Let's do something dirty with some chocolate," I whispered.

I pulled out the small fabric that was inside and gasped as I realized it was a tiny string thong.  There was also a pink, see through top and I quickly tossed it back in the box.

"Damn George," I whispered.

After quickly peering around my cubicle and making sure no one had seen me pull the lewd clothing out of the box, I sighed and closed the box.  I read the card again, wondering what he meant by doing something dirty with chocolate.

I began to fantasize about my nipples being drizzled with chocolate as he licked it off.  Or maybe he'd put chocolate on his penis and have me lick it off.  Maybe even both, as I smiled and put the card away.

My face turned red as I continued thinking about the various ways we could use chocolate to spice up our sex life.  I thought back to the comments from a couple nights before about our fantasies.  Maybe George had invited strangers over that could lick chocolate off my body.

I tapped my fingers on the desk as I thought about where I could change clothes.  The office would be too dangerous, even if I wore my long coat over the lingerie.  There was a Starbucks on the way, and I knew the staff.

Though again, it'd be awkward to walk in the bathroom wearing one thing and walk out wearing another.  If I kept my pants on with the thong and took it off in the car once I got home, that could potentially work.  I glanced down at the time and sighed.  There was still an hour and half before I could start heading home.

Thirty minutes seemed to blaze by as I anxiously kept staring at my screen and then at the box under my desk.  My coworkers occasionally stopped by to say something but I was too lost in my thoughts to really pay them any attention.  I was like a zombie, just nodding, occasionally laughing but staring blankly past their faces.

"Maria... Maria!"  A voice called out.

I shook my head and looked up to see my manager smiling down at me.

"What are you thinking about?"  She asked.

"Oh, uh... nothing," I replied.

"I'm leaving right now so feel free to head out whenever.  Go enjoy Valentine's Day!"  She said as she pulled the shoulder strap on her purse up.

"Really?"  I asked excitedly.

"Of course!  Go on, get out of here," my manager replied as she left.

I smiled and grabbed the box out from under my desk.  After quickly packing the rest of my items, I rushed out of my cubicle.  Whatever coworkers remained all waved and exchanged goodbyes as I rushed out.

My manager had already boarded an elevator and left and I excitedly pressed on the button for the elevator.  I would have to quickly rush into Starbucks, put on the thong and lingerie, then put on my pants and cover my upper body with my coat.  The elevator chimed as it reached my floor and the doors slowly opened up.

I rushed in and pressed the button for the lobby, my feet impatiently tapping on the ground.  As the elevator descended, I kept thinking about what my husband had in plan for me.

***

I pulled my jeans off and tossed them on the passenger side seat.  The string thong was wedged deep up my ass and I gently pulled it down slightly.  It was not a feeling I was really used to.