by Derrin Hart
In the meantime, I was corresponding with Tyron online a lot. He was ready to meet again and anxious to have my wife once more. He described the things about her he liked and compared her favorably to the hundreds of other wives and girlfriends he had enjoyed over the years. He of course mentioned her long curly blond locks again. He liked the way they flowed freely about her pretty face and draped over her eyes during times of great passion. He had met few ladies with such wonderful hair. She was also younger than most wives so she had a mindset similar to his own. He also mentioned that her ass was the kind he truly liked. He loved a round bubbly butt, could not deal with a flat ass. He wanted some meat, an ass that was firm but well rounded. We both knew Sara had that. He liked her body, her large nipples and her passion for long hours of sexual play. He told me again that he rated her in his top ten, in fact top five. I was thinking wow, my little Sara is a winner—a top-five hotwife. I also was thinking, Damn, this guy has bedded way too many chicks.
With all the stress of meeting poor choices and not finding good studs, both Sara and I had long conversations about our lifestyle. Because she was really into Tyron and hoping to meet him again, she was willing to consider other meets. But in truth, I developed a sense that if not for him she would have been too frustrated to continue swinging. It was all about the guy being major hot; otherwise she had a hard time dealing with it all. We talked again about finding a full time lover for her—a special once-a-month fuck buddy we could welcome into our intimate mix. He would enjoy her a lot and they would become real lovers. I had a hard time with that idea, so it never flew.
She needed more sex, deeper penetration, more hardcore banging, and we were having a hard time making that happen. I worked on finding great black guys for the upcoming interracial party, which was coming together just fine. If we could just meet some great guys, everything would be perfect. She felt no guilt if the guys were winners. A winner to her was simply a hot looking tall lean well-hung black guy. There were none left anywhere near our rural location.
We continued to talk about whether to keep swinging. Sara’s Catholic upbringing was making her feel like perhaps the whole scene was too overwhelming for her spirit. Then came days when we’d watch basketball and a sexy black ball player would enter the court and she’d say,
“Wow, he’s so hot. I wish we could party with him.” So there was never a dull moment for us. Her body was saying yes, but her mind was saying no more.
The big party was coming up and I did all I could to arrange for good people to attend. A tall sexy basketball player was coming who I felt would be a good choice. I also had a sort of naughty boy coming whose good looks I imagined Sara would find hot. Both these guys were built and black. One of the guys was bringing a so-called cool cousin I knew little about. There were others attending as well, a guy who—according to his online pics—looked well built and solid, plus another I had high hopes for—a dark-skinned, bald, tattooed fellow. All of them were black. As for couples, we found four others, all with sexy slim wives that adored black cock. It looked like it would be one heck of a party.
The idea of couples like us with attractive wives who loved swinging and enjoyed black men was very appealing after everything we had been doing on our own over the years.
The problems began when a big winter storm came in the day before Saturday’s bash. We had picked a central location for all the gang, but that still meant a two-hour drive for most. Two of the couples were snowed in and had to cancel their trip. It was the day of party, and this was not good news. Nine black studs were still attending, and we were down to three couples. I scrambled to get at least one other couple, and it seemed as if I had. I had very little prior knowledge of them and hated to take this route, but I had no choice.
We had one older couple who claimed the wife could take on the whole crew of men if need be. The remaining couples had far less adventurous wives. Sara had never been with more than one guy at a time so she, too, would not be the crowd entertainer for the party.
It was the night of the party, and we were on our way. On the drive another couple called and canceled. We were now down to just three or four couples. One was the new couple we knew little about. We arrived safely and met the older couple first. They seemed nice enough. She was a horny one for sure, but did not look like her younger pictures. I knew the guys would bang her but not be overly crazy about it. I debated calling to cancel some of the men, but clung to the hope that all the couples would arrive.
But no others did. The men arrived on time, all of them. My plan to arrange for Sara to meet a roomful of black dongs was happening—but not the way I expected. We played some party music on our iPods and offered a few basic snacks. All the guys were friendly enough and Sara found one named Dante to her liking. I met a taller basketball player named Hank who was pretty cool, too, and we talked sports. It was nice to meet him. Luckily for us the other older wife entertained a few of the guys in one of the two big bedrooms early on. An hour in another couple arrived—the new one we knew little about. She was a sexy, slim older blond with short hair but a real nice body—classy looking and ready for fun. Her husband, however, seemed stuffy; it turned out they only wanted one black guy. Her husband had to join in, and they wanted the door closed in the other bedroom for privacy.
This was not so good. Having three men to join in the play was a start, but then no couples came. There were nine men in all. The rest of the crew played cards with Sara. She did like Dante; he was personable, sexy and thankfully her type.
Dante’s cousin seemed fairly cool, too. He was short, yet attractive and solid. The other guys were all okay, nothing special, though one was built well; his face, however, did not get Sara going. The tall basketball player and I chatted away.
I wanted to lose some of the guys because we had no lady for them but did not know how to do so just yet. Luckily the older woman invited a few into the other bedroom. At least they had some fun. I pulled Sara aside and we discussed what we should do and how she felt about it all.
She liked Dante and said she would like to have him before the night was over. He wanted his cousin, too. She thought the tall basketball guy was cute, too—maybe another time. As for the rest, she wanted to get rid of them. We felt bad that there were not enough couples. So we let it ride some, played cards, listened to music, and let the guys play with the older wife in one of the suite rooms with an open door policy. Hank, the tall basketball player, mostly talked to me but had his eye on Sara the whole night. We did our best to push things along and eventually most of the guys left. I told Hank that she was interested—just not tonight. That way we had some good options for another time. The party idea actually was working out okay. No one caught Sara’s eye other than Dante and his cousin so we had them stay over.
Once everyone was gone, the party began in earnest. Sara was excited, but she had never been with two guys before so I had no idea how things would unfold. She wanted to dance, so I got some music ready. She changed into a revealing semi-see-through sexy lingerie fishnet outfit.
The guys were like, wow! She paraded about in this transparent red camisole. She was on fire. It did not take long before she was in full tease mode, dancing and fondling the guys. Both black guys loved the entertainment. She played with their cocks and dazzled them with her moves. Her plump round butt was grooving and her lush long thick curly blond hair was flowing to the sound of the tunes.
She could wait no longer and pulled Dante into a bedroom. His cousin would have to wait.
Be patient, I told him. After they entered the room, I slipped in to see them pushed up against the wall, making out. They passionately kissed and she was already aflame with desire. She unzipped his pants to reveal a very long, thick cock. Seconds after my wife began to stroke him, he was erect.
They moved to the bed and got naked rather quickly. She slurped his cock like she never did for me and was soon urging him to fuck her good. But his cousin could wait no longer; he came in the room. I was l
ike, oh no, he should have waited his turn. When he took his clothes off, I saw that he had a small penis. He wanted attention and urged Sara to give him head. She blew him some but was more into Dante for sure. The cousin, who was not even hard, had to stand back.
Dante took over. He pushed Sara onto her back and entered her. She moaned loudly and said,
“Oh baby, this is what I need. Give it to me, make me cum.” He fucked her passionately and they moved together—a great fit. The cousin wanted in and kept trying to get involved. He was soft and small, and she barely noticed him.
Dante fucked her doggy style. Again the cousin placed his small cock in her mouth, but she was not into it. He got frustrated and left the room. I was happy when Dante seized the opportunity to pound Sara onto her back again. She loved it! I overheard her say, “This feels so good; I can’t get enough of you.”
But the cousin came back and wanted his turn. Dante pulled away and let him in but he was still soft and Sara seemed frustrated. I had to step in and say we should call it a night. The cousin got angry. There was almost a fight, but things cooled down. Do you think a cuckold husband can fight? I might have found out.
After this encounter, my big fantasy of Sara in a gangbang situation seemed far off. My loving wife was not a slut. She liked one guy at a time. I had imagined her a little more wild—
maybe with a few tattoos, a more sluttish style. That would not be the case. I had at least hoped she’d do a double penetration. Anyway, we cleaned up the hotel suite and prepared to head out.
Dante was in the hallway, and I saw Sara run out to give him a huge hug. We packed up and decided to drive home that very night. It was, overall, an interesting party. We met a few cool people, but mostly no one promising for the future. We planned a future meet with Hank that we both knew would be a worthwhile encounter, so the drive home was a decent one. Sara sang along with the radio, and when the announcer paused, she said, “That tall guy you kept talking with I kind of liked. I’d meet him some night.”
The storm and somewhat disappointing party saddened my Florida friend Jose as well. A cuckold wannabe, he offered to fly us as a couple to Miami, Florida. The city is considered the essence of hotness. The plan was as follows: we fly first class to Miami—all on him. We would meet up, and he would take Sara on a shopping spree to the sexiest and most upscale clothing stores on Ocean Drive. Our hotel would be the finest in South Beach. Sara would be pampered with manicures and pedicures and all that jazz later in the afternoon. In the evening he would take us to the hottest clubs in the city.
The catch was this: prior to our arrival, he would line up black studs for us to meet. Pre-approved men who fit Sara’s desires. Her requirements were simple: tall, well- endowed, great-looking, fit black men with class. The trip was in the works. Sara loved the idea; she had never had a chance to travel, and this was one heck of an opportunity. Hopefully it would come to fruition sometime in the near future. My online friend had a hot Latino wife and was dying to open up their marriage. He was poorly endowed and ready to become a full-fledged cuckold. He told me he would love the humiliation. I did not really like to be made into a submissive, but Sara probably could have gotten anything she wanted out of me at this time.
As the weeks went by, we knew Hank would be our next meet. In truth we did not consider the typical who do we meet now? question. Instead our main thought was, how do we avoid a terrible encounter with a guy? We made plans to meet Hank in a few months. Our sex life continued to be okay at best. She had experienced a large cock and craved it. I could not stay hard for long, and with my small size, the lovemaking was fair at best. We loved each other and at least that carried us onward. This was emotionally wrenching for me, too. There were many times after meeting a guy that I felt we should take a break from all of this stuff. The entire process was draining.
I kept talking with my fellow cuckold friend online. A well-to-do married chap from Miami, he took great interest in my wife and our exploits and we became good friends. Eventually I even let him talk to Sara on the phone. Jose was really into the black guy/white wife thing. He had a sexy wife himself but had yet to get her into the lifestyle. He was so ready for it that it drove him nuts. He sort of adopted my wife as his fantasy hotwife.
He begged to see pics of my baby doll, so I would show him a few shots here and there and he would masturbate to them. Jose would even go so far as to buy sexy lingerie for Sara, as well as bikini panties and high heel shoes. We would shop together online at Victoria’s Secret. He truly loved his new online friend and my beautiful wife. He wanted her to have the best. Whenever he could, he would send her lovely, expensive items. I would secretly show him shots of my wife in the arms of these men. At the sight of the contrasting skin of the guys’ large cocks pressed up against her, he would go absolutely nuts and jerk off on the spot. I recall him going off one night while I shared a picture of Sara with a stud. “Oh wow, she’s wearing the beige bra and panty set I sent her. How awesome!” I loved his reactions. He would often say stuff like, “It is so amazing seeing these muscular, well-hung, giant-dick-wielding men with your little wife. She is the best, and you have given her the finest.”
Sara kept asking to meet Tyron. I was beginning to get the feeling we’d have to do it or our swinging days would be limited. I suggested we take some new pictures to show him. She liked the idea of giving him something to lead up to the meeting. We planned a shoot that weekend.
That week I made it a point to watch my favorite films. I always enjoyed Unfaithful with Richard Gere and Eyes Wide Shut with Ted Cruise. There was one other movie called the Voyeur that I also liked. All three movies depicted sexy open-marriage type pleasures.
A fantasy had lingered in my mind all week. I thought about hiding in the closet during our next encounter. Sara would meet the stud at the bar below in the lobby of our hotel. She would tell the guy her husband had decided to go see a movie instead of joining in. Then, upstairs in our room, they would arrive as a couple—no hubby in sight. In my mind this would free the guy to act as he liked. He would not hold back out of worry that a husband’s eye was on him. I envisioned him taking my petite wife and doing as he pleased. He would be rough and make her beg harder for more vivid sexual play. I could only hope that one day this would become a reality. I knew these men had to be holding back. I mean, a husband was there watching intently over his prized wife!
The weekend came and we arranged to take the photos in private. Now, seeing that these photos were supposed to entice Tyron to meet us as soon as possible, Sara became a different model, one whose animal instincts were on full display. She posed with an enthusiasm I had never before witnessed. Her smile expressed wanton lust. In the poses, she rolled a finger, beckoning the viewer to come forward. She arched her back more than ever and stuck her ass out to make it seem more defined. She teased the camera, wanting the results to be excellent.
She did one thing that was a first; she opened her legs during some of the pics. I was simply amazed. This girl was on fire. Her puffy pussy lips were in pictures for the first time. This woman has big lips and when aroused, they grew larger and more open, fully exposing her wide cunt-opening to the camera. We took shots of her in sexy lingerie, exposing her breasts in several shots—her pierced belly button, her plump ass, and of course her amazingly pretty face. She danced and posed with vigor. She put on high-heeled boots, garter belts and more. Her smile was infectious. We ended up with some of the best pictures I had ever taken. She even grabbed her coveted black dildo and posed with that too. I took that out when she posed for the last set of pics.
I knew she was aroused by the others and the thought of who would be seeing them. She grabbed her toy and masturbated with a zest.
Jose my online buddy was also shocked. He was like, what has gotten into her? I mean, all the past pics we had taken to seduce and lure men into meeting had all been great. We had taken classy, well-done pics; yet these new shots had a whole new look to them: her face was lit up. I was l
ike, yes indeed. I need to up my Viagra intake. If you have never taken the drug, let me say it works. As the days had gone by, then the years, I had become in my forties much less potent. My cock felt different—softer, smaller and less excited. I wished it had been different but it’s wasn’t.
The drug Viagra, which Hugh Hefner calls the greatest achievement of mankind, works. I would get hard from it and last longer.
As summer approached we ended up meeting a really cool couple who hosted parties nearby.
This was great, because we didn’t have to travel so far. The guy’s wife liked men, too, so we could invite everyone we knew to the parties. Hank was our first invite along with two other black men we had been corresponding with during the months that followed our newest photo shoot.
The couple had a gorgeous, huge home. Several couples and the black guys were invited for a steamy bash one future weekend. We knew Sara liked Hank’s look. Other men had also been invited, so everything was looking good. I did not care for tons of couples, but they, too, had been invited. The party was planned and we had something to look forward to. Back at home I decided to give a few new things a try. I bought a strap-on hollow dildo of good size and thought that it just might be the marital tool that could jump-start our sex life. I also picked up some adult DVDs that Sara actually liked to watch.
Sara also dug out the audio book I had gotten not too much earlier: How to make Love to a Man. It worked best in her car when driving back and forth to work. She would tell me about what it had taught her. The first thing was how to stroke a cock. She spoke about the wrist motion and how to rotate one’s hand to continue stroking without letting go. She wanted to practice on me and I was like, All right I guess. The biggest find on her end was the condom putting-on section. She had found a way to put a condom on with her mouth— a trick neither of us had mastered. One evening she tried her skills on me. The stroke was cool and she was finally able to get me hard.