by Derrin Hart
Later she appeared to be satisfied and done, but he came out of the bathroom ready for more. Rod had a joint, and it had been years since Sara had touched the stuff. He got her high and horny again and soon enough she slipped out of her lounge pants and let him move her into a wild sixty-nine posture. He was hard again in no time and wanting more action.
Sliding a new condom on Rod had her passionate again. He was only able to get the condom halfway down before she got on him and slid onto his prick. This time her riding session topped the first. Newly inspired passion made the action wildly rough. I watched as she bounced heavily up and down, moaning loudly and coming hard. “Ohhhhh, hooooly shit, ummmm,” she screamed out, as they kept pounding away.
I recall thinking that this is the hardest I had ever seen my beloved wife screw. He would last all night, and she would bounce all night. She came again. While watching this cowgirl action, I recalled an article I had read. It said that deep penetration could actually tap the cervix of a woman, and the cervix is known to have the most sensitive nerve endings in a woman’s vagina.
This rang true in Sara’s case; she was out of her mind.
We had accidently left the sunroof open, and a rainstorm had soaked the interior of our car.
We laughed as we sat in our wet car before pulling out of the hotel parking lot.
We drove home happy and chatted along the drive. “He was good,” she said, yet I sensed desire to see Tyron still in her voice. After we got home she insisted on writing a review on Rod’s online profile page. The comment was something like this: “He was hot from the start, sexy and hard. He bounced me off the walls with orgasm after orgasm. I look forward to our next encounter.” Despite this great five-star review, I knew Tyron was still on her mind. My wife was truly a hotwife now. She had experienced sublimely good sex and deep intimate moments of passion. My work would be cut out for me now. I had to keep up the pace and keep her happy and enjoying her newfound hotness.
The next day I placed a new personal ad. The header of the profile read as follows: “Happily married blond baby-doll seeking her stud. Wife has model looks and can never get enough hardcore sex. Men reading this please be fairly tall, good-looking and very well hung. She prefers black men who know how to satisfy a young passionate woman. Husband watches only.”
I had to make sure the next guy was a winner and good for her, if not, there would be no avoiding another meet with her preferred lover.
I contacted Lando, a tall black guy a few states away, and we began making plans to meet.
He seemed fit for the job; another couple had highly recommended him. In the meantime life went on and went through some changes. At sporting events and the health club, I found myself stealing looks at other men’s cocks. By no mean am I bi-sexual; I just wanted to see if there were any that would be right for lovely Sara. At the health club the cocks in the showers were mostly smaller and attached to older men. I saw nothing great. In our mainly white-skinned state, the Caucasians were small to average size in the dong department. Every so often a large penis would turn up and my groin would stir as I thought about this chap with my wife—how he would be large enough to fill her and make her moan. Once I met a lawyer with a thick mushroom-headed specimen. He pranced in the shower, heads above the other small men, a suit-and-tie fellow. I wanted to find a way to match them up, to offer my little blond to him. Perhaps we needed some business-related attorney help. I ran it through my fantastical mind for days. Nothing came of it. Our positions in the community were too high, and there was no way I could let it leak out what we did on the side.
Our families and co-workers would be traumatized.
In the coming weeks, I dealt with some missed chances. We tried out a few more local white guys. These were not good encounters. I should never have initiated them. Sara did not like these men. We had no sexual chemistry and, later in the evening, no sexual play. I was to be her man those nights, and I had pretty big shoes to fill. I decided it was time to buy Viagra from Canada. I also invested in new sex toys like rubber cock rings and girth enhancers for myself. It would have to do, but I was no substitute for a good encounter with a sexy hung black man. As Sara said more than once, “I like the three-hour sessions. I like it hard and deep, too.” Those words lingered in my mind as I searched nightly online for better men to meet.
One night I tried out the girth enhancers. I slipped the thick cock ring over my thin member, covering it from the bottom way up its tallest peak. My cock got squeezed tight and blood pumped to make it hard. I downed the Viagra and felt like maybe I would be able to perform. As I entered her— hard and thicker for once—she was on fire. My wife said, “Oh baby, you feel so good tonight honey. Give it to me hard, deep, make me feel like a woman.” I did my best but I lasted only ten minutes and she was still horny. She sprawled on the bed, masturbating, asking me to lick her pussy, to fondle her thick nipples, and to finger her clit. She wanted more, and called out to anyone listening, “I’m so horny! I need more.”
Next we met a couple. It so happened that they were in the area and wanted to hit a strip club we had also heard was nice. Perhaps we all could hook up with studs for the ladies. With that in mind, we decided to try meeting up with them and hitting the club. The couple was attractive, and we hit it off enough to join them at the exotic dancer club. There we watched sexy ladies dance and listened to wild rock music. The female half of the couple was really into the ladies. I was hoping she’d be into looking for men at the club, but we ended up with several couples’ lap dances and just women around us most of the night.
It was amazing having all the best-looking dancers do private dances for the four of us. I really admire these attractive ladies. They know how to make a man melt, so confident are they in their dancing and gorgeous nude bodies. In this case they had our wives melting too.
We managed to leave early enough to go to a local club where I heard many black men visited, but the club was sparsely attended and no one excited the ladies. We all ended up back at our hotel. The ladies were horny so they made out and played some. The guy was watching Sara as the ladies played and I suggested he join them. As his wife Sasha was eating Sara out and had her on her knees, I recall him saying, “Oh man, look at those puffy wide-open lips. She is incredible.” Sasha had Sara all worked up. She wanted a cock— that I knew. When Tim came around and fondled her breasts, he roused her even more. She was unbuckling his pants in what was supposed to be all girl-on-girl action. He pulled out a magnum condom and undressed. He was nowhere near the size of some of the black guys we had met. He entered my wife with one push. Sasha sat back on a chair and masturbated. Then she, too, was hot for more action and joined back in.
This couple enjoyed Sara’s hot body. The man did get Sara yelping in pleasure, yet the sex was nothing special. He was not that big and she took him easily and without much effort. Later that night we talked about the fun we’d had but again, she was disappointed no studs had been around.
The guy from the couple reminded me of the one we had used as a last-minute replacement the night we were supposed to meet the exceptional black trucker at a bar. Sara had said a few things that night as they had fucked, words that still rang in my mind: “Oh, am I horny!” He had asked her how she wanted it and as she got on his cock she had said,” I want it hard, real hard and deep.” After trying to fuck her as hard as he could with his rather small penis he turned her over and asked if she would prefer it with him on top. She stroked her clit and said,” I want it hard, much harder and I’m so wet.” It was so obvious she needed bigger.
The several times we had not found what we wanted took a toll on us. We were spending too much money on babysitters, and lots of money and time were being diverted from other important activities. We got frustrated with each other when party nights were foiled or the action was only so-so. Our marriage did not need the stress.
Chapter Seven
At least Lando had made plans to come up. We heard good things about him being
a tall, well-endowed stud. In the meantime I wondered how men with huge cocks lived a normal life.
Having a small dick was easy; you never thought about sharing it with sexy beautiful girls you saw at work or play. A tiny wang was nothing to be proud of, and a soft one even worse. No high-quality woman wanted a teeny one. How could a guy like the monster-cocked older guy Ken we had met a while back live normally? His tool was so big that the sensations he experienced whenever he saw a sexy lady any day of the week must have made it overwhelmingly difficult to focus on day-to-day living.
He could impress anyone he got naked with and was constantly hard as a rock. We all know woman turn men on every second of the day. We want to fuck all the women who look good; it’s natural. I thought of how a guy like that lived and sometimes thought it wasn’t so bad being small—might save a lot of aggravation in life. I chuckle whenever thoughts like these come to mind.
We picked the coldest night of winter to meet Lando. We had a quick dinner and ran to our hotel room to escape the wind chill. He was decent-enough looking, but not overly special. I think Sara was semi-attracted to Lando; she was so picky and knew so quickly whether it was a go or not that I worried. We were both so highly stressed when seeing and meeting a new guy that it was almost too much to handle. She was a yes or no and that was it—five hundred miles of travel or not, it didn’t matter. I think we need a new plan, I would often say to myself when we were about to meet a new guy after a long road trip.
Luckily they talked and laughed. She sipped some wine and slipped out of her skirt and danced about on the hotel bed in black thigh-high stockings and sexy black-thong panties. Soon she was embracing him as he stood above her, tall and excited. She undid his pants and gave him a smooth blowjob. I was jealous that I never got head. She slurped him good and he got hard. Lando was not as big as I had hoped, but he was at least medium. There appeared to be no one who could compare to Tryon these days in getting the wife hot, but she was ready for good sex. We had had very little in past months.
He ate her half-shaven silky-soft pussy, and she was wet and juicy for a real dicking. It was cold outside but heating up within. He got on top of her and pushed in. She squealed with delight, taking all of him right off. They fucked hard and in unison. She began touching her clit, reaching down for more satisfaction and soon achieving an explosive orgasm. She liked the screwing. He took her from behind then got on top and took her again. She came and moaned in delight. They both fell to the bed, tired and sweating from each other’s body heat.
He wanted more, but Sara was happy to call it a night. This was a prime example of her liking the sex but not being overly interested in the guy; he was not setting her on fire with lust and attraction. If that had been the case, she would have kept going. Lando, however, made another move. He slipped down the thin blanket that covered Sara on the hotel bed and ate her pussy again. He then licked at her swollen cunt lips and tickled her clit. Suddenly she came to life.
I watched as she checked his cock for hardness. Like most studs we have met he was rock hard and ready.
He suddenly stood up, pulled her up in the air and swung her upside down. It was a standing sixty-nine, the first I had ever seen live, and the first Sara had ever experienced. She said, “What are you doing, oh Lord.” He held her firm like a real stud and licked her swollen, now burning cunt. It wasn’t long before he laid her back down on the bed. He rolled her onto him, and she was more than happy to play.
She climbed on and rode his prick. She bounced about and soon he rolled her over for another missionary, pushing into her steady and fast. Sara groaned loudly and again played with her clit until she reached orgasm. He pulled out and came and the night came to an end.
“He was fun,” she said on the long ride home. “Maybe we could meet him again someday.”
Then, about one minute later, she added that he was above average, and maybe another meet could happen as long as it took place after a second Tyron meet.
We had never met anyone more than once, so this talk of a second meet with any guy was huge in the conversation department. Our swinging lifestyle had never reached this point, and I really did not want it to. The last thing I wanted was for her to be overly attracted to one guy. I preferred new large dick for her; the newness of an encounter was part of the thrill for me. Plus, she was not as likely to fall for one guy and always compare him to whoever we’d meet in the future. Sara claimed that the more sex she had, the more she wanted sex; it was making her ultra horny fucking so much.
There was no one new to meet at the moment. So we had to deal with home play. I got her a new glass dildo and decided that Viagra was the drug for me. I’d at least be able to give her some sex in between meets. I made it a point to purchase a forty-eight pack of magnum extra-large condoms so we’d have enough in stock for the times to come. I also got Sara a new book on CD
called How to Make Love to a Man. She really took to it, studying ways to give head and even how to put a condom on a guy. These were all new events for us, and things were still looking up as for our open lifestyle. I desired no other women, only wanting my wife to have as much sex as a younger woman with such a capacity could desire. You may think Sara was easy, or better yet, a whore. This was not the case. She was actually quite innocent. Perhaps one would think her a poor obedient woman? Not at all. She is a very successful lady—highly educated and well off. She has never cheated on me or given me any reason to suspect her of cheating. And yet, if any of her family or co-workers had known what we were up to, they would have been shocked.
During the months that followed, I could not locate any tall slim well-hung black studs who were Sara’s type. We had met one hot black stud online, and Sara and he had chatted on the phone, building up a great degree of lust prior to our planned meeting. But he canceled his flight to come to our city at the last minute. Sara was not happy and began asking to meet Tyron again.
I rushed us into another couples’ meet-up. A mixed couple was in the area for a wine festival, and we ended up joining them at the event. We went out dancing after and found ourselves back at the hotel room. The guy was black and good-looking enough to interest Sara. His wife was a little snooty and not all that great. She was into Sara, and the two got along well enough to join us.
They both wanted to sample Sara together, so we invited them to our room. The woman undressed Sara and licked her shaven pussy while her husband watched. He soon joined in, and together they both got between Sara’s silky thighs. The couple licked away at my wife’s hot cunt, smiles on both their faces. The wife would not let her husband fuck Sara; they only played and licked her entire body. Sara was craving a fucking—that I could tell—but the fun ended there.
It had been another enjoyable yet unsatisfying night overall. My wife needed a huge stud to pound her big pussy and we had not had that. Sara told me she would have fucked the guy if his wife had been up for it.
Our lives flew by and we met no one for some time. Over the next few months, I turned to white guys for possibles. We had exhausted our supply of black studs anywhere nearby and at the time we did not travel enough to consider other choices. Hundreds of white men answered our newest ad. We turned down almost all of them.
So many men were nuts over my wife’s pics. They wanted her and offered us everything from trips to sports games to concerts to exotic vacations for a chance to “party” with sexy Sara. I was not jealous; having a wife who is seen by other men as sexually “hot” was a great ego booster.
We met one such guy named Alex at a restaurant on a Saturday night. From corresponding online earlier in the week via a personals ad, I knew he was young, in shape and well hung. He was craving to be with an older woman and Sara fit that bill, even though she was only in her early thirties. As soon as we walked into the place, I knew Sara was not happy. He was too thin, too clean and too preppy for her. She was not attracted. Here we were several cities away from home, with a hotel room and a guy who could fuck her silly, and yet she
was not interested.
After dinner I gave them time alone to dance at a nearby club, but nothing would change her mind. He was upset and asked why no fun. We explained that it took an attraction for her to want to play and that she was not easy to please.
That night was the beginning of what would be a constant fight over the next three years whenever we considered meeting a new man. It seemed like we would not find anyone else that great; it was starting to affect our swinging nights out. We needed a new plan. White guys simply did not turn her on.
I decided that meeting another white guy would probably not work out. It was always a crapshoot with my wife. There was only one thing left to try. I decided we’d host a black and white interracial party for several black studs and several white couples at a hotel. We’d do it in a state in between places where there were lots of good candidates. This way Sara could look over all the guys in advance, and then we could hook up with one that night or make plans for an encounter on another weekend. The party was scheduled, and we found nine studs and five couples to attend. We booked a large multi-suite room at a hotel in a central location for all the people involved and set a date. I thought, Why didn’t I think of this before?