by Derrin Hart
She placed the condom—a normal sized Trojan—in her mouth and slid it over my cock rather smoothly. I was impressed. She, too, was giddy over her newfound talent. She said with great enthusiasm, “I can’t wait to show Tyron this.” I was not surprised, and made it a point to peek upstairs at the black dildo and pics of them together that I had strategically placed in order on the closet shelf. I’d have bet my life that the dong and pics had been moved as usual and used vigorously by my horny wife for playtime and masturbation. I checked and—low and behold—all had been disturbed. Almost every time I checked, they had been moved.
The strap-on big hollow rubber dildo was next on the agenda. It was skin-like and huge. I was able to place it over my small prick easily; the straps encased my pubic region and butt. If I was hard or not, it would not matter. I could give Sara all she wanted and fuck her for hours. One evening I slipped it on during a moment when she was soaking wet and craving great sex. I was very excited to be able to have long deep sex with her, yet she seemed tense as I mounted her. I pushed into her and she gulped—a first for me. I was throbbing inside the thick nine-inch hollow sleeve. She tried to roll with it but asked me to stop. I pulled away and she was like, “I don’t want that thing. I like the feel of a real, warm cock.” I was utterly disappointed. I went soft the rest of the night. She tried a blowjob on me for the first time in years. That, too, failed.
The party that our newfound friends Ted and Taja were co-hosting could not come soon enough. Sara was a knockout as usual. She wore a jean miniskirt, a tight white blouse and a cowboy hat. Her finger and toenails were pretty pink. Hank was supposed to be there, so we both knew a tall, fit, handsome black male would grace the grounds. All was good.
Ted and Taja’s house was stunning—ritzy and spacious to the core. The floors were all hardwood, and the place had three levels to play in. The main room was furnished with a sleek bar and a big dining room, open at the other end. A floor made for dancing dominated the center of the main room with a balcony above. We took a look downstairs. It, too, was graced with beauty—
leather couches, chairs and a big pool table, not to mention a giant flat-screen TV. All areas had private playrooms, too. The main floor had a big master bedroom, the loft a futon and chairs, and downstairs there were two more separate private bedrooms. This place was a swinger’s paradise.
The guests began arriving promptly, and we were all excited. The couples were first to arrive.
Most were attractive, yet the men were not Sara’s type. She liked studs, young studs. These guys were around my age—40s and decent enough, yet not what she desired for sexual play. I found many of the ladies quite lovely. Some were fit and sexy. The couples, however, were looking to meet other couples, and this was not our thing. We felt sort of like outcasts. However, we did talk, laugh and have fun. Taja, at least, liked single men, so things were fine.
The problem was that no single guys had shown up. We had invited four—one being Hank from the interracial party we had hosted. The others were new men we had met online. Another Ted knew from a meet he and his wife had enjoyed. The couples danced and frolicked about. We, too, made the best of it, wondering where the hell the men were. This one thing—no hot single men—would work against us for many parties to come. The location was too rural, too far away from the big city, and after this initial party things would not get that much better.
Couples make it a point to find good quality upscale friends to party with; they entertain themselves on long road trips. Single men, we soon learned, were a different breed. They liked short drives, easy trips and quick hits. By ten no guys had shown up, and the couples all began getting wild in rooms throughout the house.
Sara was not happy. We watched as four naked bodies entered the master bedroom and rolled about, enjoying a foursome. I tried to cheer her up, playing with her body and looking for arousal, but there was none. My cellphone rang and, low and behold, Hank was on the other end. “I’m on my way. I had a flat tire but am coming soon.” This was good news. When I relayed it to the wife she was like, thank God. A small smile came up on her pouty, pink-glossed lips.
Hank finally arrived and it took very little time for Sara to drag him up to the loft area. He looked good—very tall, perhaps 6’6”, I would guess. He was lean and wearing sporty clothes, designer sweatpants and a pullover shirt. I grabbed my camera bag and followed the new couple up the stairway. She kneeled there, already pulling his sweats down, exposing his cock and sucking him furiously. She was ready to party.
Hank was a big guy in height and stature, but his penis was average. He was big enough to be there and she was as horny as hell, yet I knew it would be only a decent encounter as soon as I saw what he was packing. They moved to the futon. Sara slipped out of her little cowgirl outfit, and he went directly for her pussy and began an eating-out session. It took a few minutes, but he got between her legs quite soon and pushed in with one thrust. They banged in the loft, on the futon, seriously squeezing each other tight.
A few people wandered in to take a peek. The tall black guy and the small, pale, tiny white wife was the main attraction. Sara’s big protruding nipples were sprung out and she took all Hank could give, pulling his ass into her. Ted and Taja came up to look, too. Sara held back her cries of lust, yet could not contain herself at one point, moaning, “Give me all you got. Yes, oh yes, do me.” Later Ted would say, “Mitch, you know that guy was not all that big. I thought you said she liked her men real large. One of the guys who was a no-show is much bigger. We’ll have to make sure he comes to the next party.”
I was like, absolutely.
There was no real major attraction with Hank as it turned out. Their sexual fling ended quickly. Sara did not want anymore. We all chatted downstairs and eventually picked up the mess and bid farewell.
We both talked about how there needed to be more hot men at the next party. I gulped down Viagra on the drive back home and was able to get hard for her before we went to sleep. She was horny and wanted much more.
Chapter Eight
As the weeks passed, we met no one. Winter settled in, and Sara insisted that we should meet Tyron again. I told her we’d choose a date soon. In the meantime I met a fellow online who was back from military duty and somewhat local. He was a light-skinned black whose picture Sara had seen once and found attractive. He offered to meet us nearby at a bar. I asked the wife if she was up for it. A guy who lived nearby and was a good prospect was a gift, and I did not want to pass up this great opportunity.
She was pretty well fixated on the upcoming Tyron meet but was willing to talk to Don on the phone. I arranged for a phone conversation. They chatted one Friday evening, and I was surprised at how well the talk went. I overheard Sara saying, “Well you have me all excited now.”
In the end she was up for a meeting. In fact, a Saturday-night encounter was planned for that weekend. We rushed to get a sitter and made reservations at a hotel nearby. Sizzling things were set in motion. Saturday could not come soon enough.
The short drive to the restaurant, which had a bar area for eating and drinking, was easy enough. Sara wore a brown and white lace miniskirt that was really hot. A thin white tight-fitting sweater was her top of choice. She slipped on some white thigh-highs and added long white fur points to the ensemble. She was a playboy bunny, and Don was sure to be pleased.
I knew that under it all she was wearing a bra and panty set I had picked up for her earlier in the week. It made sense; it was a camo and pink combo thong and bra set. The guy was in the service, so how cool was that? We found Don in the lounge right away and introductions were made. He wasn’t very tall, yet he was decent-looking, military proud with a close-shaved haircut, nice dress pants and shirt. He was a mix of white and black, and Sara liked what she saw. We moved to a table and ordered drinks. Don seemed nice enough. The question was, would Sara find him truly sexy? She was not one to fake it, either an attraction was there or the night was going to end badly. We talked and he flirt
ed with her at the table. I noticed he placed his hand under the table and fondled her inner thigh. The touching was a good thing and always got Sara in the mood.
She seemed to like this guy and they touched and flirted while we sipped our drinks.
I felt they had chemistry and suggested outright that we head to our hotel room next door and keep the party going. They both agreed and out we went. When we arrived in the suite Don wasted no time engaging my hot wife in petting. He kissed her and grabbed her ass. I frantically tried to get my video recorder up and running, as the man pulled up her skirt, exposing her thong. He unclipped her bra, too, and there she stood, braless, her long blond hair running down her back, thong and white fishnet thigh-highs in full view. He pushed her to the bed and they embraced. He slipped his shirt off and pants too. They kissed and hugged, rolling about the bed. I had my camera running, finally.
She made her way into his shorts, revealing his penis. I was like wow, we are in for one hot night. This guy was hung big and thick. Close to the largest guy we’d ever met. Fondling my hotwife got him stiff in seconds. He loved her wild, curly blond hair all over his body. Her bubble butt was pushing and pumping into his loins. His giant prick was curved heavily in one direction and stood hard, proud, and ready for duty.
They kissed and melted into each other. She climbed on him and I wondered what she was doing. She was very aggressive, and I thought holy shit she might take him into her condom-less.
But she was only teasing and eventually got off him and prepared for her new condom placement trick. Sara had worked quite a while on this place-a–condom-on-with-your-mouth trick at home, but this was the first time she’d actually tried it in this type of situation. She grabbed an extra large Trojan magnum from the bedside, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth; then came the true test of her skills. She tried to lower the condom on to his big thick dong, but unlike at home, she could not slide it down his huge shaft. He was too big, too wide. She had practiced on her thin vibrator and my small dick; these were easy targets. His dick was almost as wide as a Pepsi can and the condom only went on at its tip. She was disappointed.
In the end Don showed her how to get the condom on. He pulled the material wide open—
like opening a Ziploc baggie—then placed it over his cock. There was no way a condom—even an extra large one—would just slide down his member. Sara had picked the wrong guy for her first demonstration of “mouth-putting-on” technique. She was, however, happy and ready for action. I put on some better music and went to get them water. I was playing the dutiful cuckold, serving the wife and her hung lover. When I glanced over, he was hard-as-a-rock ready.
Sara swayed to the new song, “Fuck you like an Animal,” and the real party was about to begin. Now that he was outfitted, she wasted no time jumping back on him. Her cheeky ass bounced about and they kissed some more, pressing together. Her nipples protruded fiercely; she was searing hot. She positioned herself over his dong and slid the head into her now moist pussy lips. She was throbbing open now and I could see her juices. The thick penis went in easy enough as she lowered onto him, slowly and gently taking his huge tool. It eased in and was buried.
Then she rode him. She was filled and loved it. They fucked in the cowgirl position for at least twenty minutes. I mean up and down flailing about, his size no impediment. He was rock hard and she took all of him fully and with great enthusiasm. We ourselves never fucked with her on top. The size difference would not allow for much motion before I went soft and slipped out.
Sara rode like the wind, moaning and enjoying the journey. She cried out, “This is so good, yes, I love this, fuck me baby fuck me good.”
After her initial ride, they were far from finished. He rolled her over and started licking her sweet pussy. I walked around, filming the sex act and taking a few candid pics. Her cunt lips were exposed now and swelling. He was between her legs, and she was opened wide. Licking and probing her loins he dashed his tongue in and out of her, sending my wife in orbit. She clutched at his shoulders, wanting more. He eventually got up and positioned his prick to enter her sweltering opening once again. He sank deep into her as she moaned loudly, accepting his girth in full. She reached for his ass, and the two grabbed tight and banged in torrid unison. “You like this don’t you?” he said. She proudly answered, “Oh baby yes; pound me, give it to me.” This went on for nearly an hour. They finally took a break. Neither had come yet, and the night was just beginning.
I had gone through a whole SD card and DVD already; man this was nuts! Don was up for some extra athletic fun and took Sara to the nearby couch, where he sat her on top of him. She grabbed his glistening rod and again slid down his gigantic dark pole.
The melded together as, from far across the hotel room, I eagerly watched. She pushed her long thick blond locks back and bounced freely on his erection, impaling herself like never before on his truly large member. They fucked for another half hour, no lubrication necessary. This wife of mine could fuck! I was flabbergasted, yet not surprised. She was not getting this at home and it was a treat to behold.
They kissed and looked into each other’s eyes, groaning with passion. They rose from the couch, and he placed her back on the bed, this time entering her in the man-on-top position. They pressed and screwed for another hour. During the missionary act, she played with her clit continuously and cried out in orgasm. Finally he was ready to cum. I got a bird’s eye view from behind, waiting for the big moment. She said, “Pull out and take the condom off; cum on me.”
Finally, after hours of heated sex, he pulled out to get off. Sara’s slit, now visible to me, was immense. Her pussy lips were so swollen and large, her gaping cunt hole so open, that I was in utter shock. He sprayed his jism all over her tummy. Some splashed onto her curvy breasts. He was moaning and sweating. Afterward they both collapsed in utter exhaustion. What an intense screw!
I suggested they take a quick shower together. They stood and walked, naked, to the bathroom. His cock was soft for the first time that evening, yet still massively thick, hanging between his legs. They disappeared into the bathroom to wash away hours of crazy sex. I thought to myself, those two are so compatible sexually it isn’t funny.
Later on as we prepared to leave, they hugged and spoke of getting together again some night. We drove away with her completely satisfied sexually and saying that the night had been a fun and successful venture. “I would meet him again for sure,” she proclaimed as we drove back home. It was great to meet a guy she liked who lived close by. This could really be a good thing.
The following week went by quickly. The holidays had arrived. We had a free day on Sunday and Don was aching to have Sara back in his arms. I mentioned that we could grab a quick sitter for an afternoon romp is she was up for it. She hesitated, saying she thought Tyron was next. I assured her we’d see Tyron soon—that scheduling was the only thing holding us back. She thought about it and finally said “why not?” to a second meeting with Don. This would be a first-time event—a second encounter was about to go down.
I admired Sara’s new attitude. Here we were debating meeting Don again; Tyron would soon be just another hookup for us, too. She was a new person. When a sexual young woman is in heat and knows good sex is on the horizon, she prepares like no other. That girl ate healthier than ever.
She worked out more and made sure her hair was taken care of with constant visits to the hairdresser and conditioning. She was in heat, literally, and it showed. Sara’s body was the best I had ever seen it.
While online with Don, I mentioned how a prior phone conversation with Sara might help get her in the mood. Of all the buildup, she loved the flirting part best. I offered a few suggestions to make the afternoon meet up more exciting. I spoke with him early on the day of his call. “Don, why not ask her to fuck condom-less? Also ask if she’d like her ass taken.” I made sure to mention that he should fuck her hard—I mean really make it wild, more rough. I had yet to see my wife sore from screwing, I mean
man that would be cool. Sara actually sore; man that sounded weird!
Another thing I mentioned was how about doing some positions she had never or seldom done—
maybe a sideways sixty-nine, or her on top facing away, perhaps even on a table or someplace else original. He was up for the challenge and agreed on all of the above and whatever else he could dream up that might be new to her.
They chatted later in the day before the get-together, and I listened from around the corner to their phone conversation. “I can’t do that; my husband and I have a deal that only he has me bare,”
was her first big statement. She giggled at the other things and agreed on most, saying she was excited now for the second chapter of their meet-up. We headed into Sunday afternoon, excited and ready for some fun.
Sara dressed sexy for the meet. Our friend from Florida had sent her some hot-pink panties—
boy shorts with lacy edges. She slipped on a matching pink bra and pink fishnet stockings. She was smoking hot, covering the pink lingerie with a black mini-dress and accessorizing with wild platform shoes. It was cold so she put on a camo military jacket to tease her second-time lover.
We went to the same adjoining bar and hotel and sipped a few drinks before joining Don.
This time we waited for him in the room itself; no introductions were needed. The hellos were few this time. He entered our suite, and they embraced quickly. They kissed wildly and began undressing fast and furiously. He slipped her out of her dress, revealing her new lingerie, and turned her about, admiring his prize—a young hotwife, firm yet sweet, sexy and very horny. As her husband, I was intent on watching over her, keeping her safe yet offering her to a bull with a larger sexual repertoire and a much bigger and already bulging hard-on.