“Come in, please,” she drawled. As we entered, she said to Taylor, “Oh, you will be a big hit tonight.”
In the living room were several men with their wives or girlfriends. The women were all attractive and around our age. We had drinks and mingled. The women were all talking about the special guests who would arrive later. Their conversations were punctuated with winks and smiles. It seemed as if something out of the ordinary was about to happen.
About nine the doorbell rang, and our hostess announced that the special guests had arrived. In walked four tall black men, among them Taylor’s trainer from the gym, Gregory. The men joined the party and quickly engaged the wives in conversation. We husbands were ignored.
I noticed that Taylor was eyeing one of the black men suggestively. He approached us, wrapped his arm gently around Taylor and led her off to another part of the house. I watched as three other white wives had a similar experience, leaving us husbands alone.
One of them asked if I knew how lucky Taylor was. He said the man who selected her was considered the best by all the wives.
“In what way?” I asked.
He said his wife told him that Charles had the biggest black cock she had ever seen. She simply couldn’t get enough, and after her experience with Charles demanded to come to every party. He went on to say that whenever there was a new couple at the party, Charles chose the new wife to be his for the evening. He always had first choice.
We sat in the TV room drinking beer for what seemed a couple hours. Then, one by one, the wives returned with their black lovers. Each pair engaged in deep kissing before the wife returned to us, apparently fully satisfied from the evening of lust.
Taylor was the last to return. Like the others, she kissed her man deeply as he held her ass tightly with both hands. Charles looked over at me and said, “Great woman you have. I’d love to have her back again.”
When we got home, Taylor told me that Charles had fucked her multiple times to orgasm. She talked about his cock as if it were a black treasure. Finally she told me she intended to return. She said I was welcome to come along, but the parties were meant to allow white wives to fulfill their naughty fantasies of fucking black men. She had always wondered about it, she said. Now she knew why some of her girlfriends were hooked on “soul fucking,” as she put it.
So now we attend the party each month. Taylor still enjoys fucking Charles, but she’s also had several other black men along the way. She has told me she intends to see her black lovers during the week. I still haven’t gotten to watch, but she tells me all the details later.
I really don’t mind her stepping out in this way. Our sex life has gotten even better, and I get horny just thinking about her sucking a large black cock.
—D.S., Atlanta, Georgia
WHAT HE FOUND IN HER PURSE TOLD A LOT ABOUT HER LIFE—AND TOTALLY CHANGED HIS
My wife is a pretty brunette, thirty-five, with long, shapely legs and great tits. A few months ago she started a new job and has been working long hours, including some twelve-hour shifts.
The other morning while Lila was still sleeping, I discovered I had no cash and went in her purse to borrow some money. There I discovered a packet of pictures that changed my life.
The pictures showed Lila having sex in a variety of positions with two men, one of them black, in the back of our converted van. Evidently each man had taken a turn with the camera while the other fucked her. She was fucking and sucking them like a whore. In several photos she was even looking into the camera with come smeared across her face.
I returned the pictures to Lila’s purse and didn’t say anything. Instead I devised a plan to catch her in the act. One night after she called me to say she was working late, I drove to the building where she worked. Our van was parked nearby, at the edge of the lot next to some large bushes. I waited in my car about an hour, and finally spied Lila heading out of the building toward the van. With her were the two men from the photos!
They got in the van. After a few minutes, I got out of my car and sneaked up to the van. Peeking in the window, I saw my wife getting her tits sucked by the men. Her blouse and bra were still on, but pushed up out of the way. In time, the black guy shoved her skirt up around her waist and yanked her panties off, then began to rub and finger-fuck her hot pussy. She humped his hand and moaned loudly.
After several minutes of this, Lila told the men to get naked and moved them into position, with the white guy on his back under her and the black guy behind her. Within seconds she was sucking the white guy’s cock while the other guy slipped his big dick in her pussy. I had a perfect view through the back window. The black guy fucked Lila with long, hard strokes. His cock was much larger than mine, and really stretched her pussy.
The sight of his black skin against her white ass was seared into my brain. Each time he buried his pole in her, she sucked even harder on the other guy’s. I was going crazy with weird lust. Here was my wife getting double-fucked, loving every second, and I didn’t know whether to open the door and yank her out or stay and enjoy the gang bang.
I may have been mentally paralyzed, but my dick was hard as iron, and throbbing.
Suddenly all three of them were moaning. The black guy held onto Lila’s hips and slammed forward, clenching his ass as he emptied his heavy balls in her. The other guy gasped as his dick slipped out of her mouth and spewed rivers of come.
I was sure Lila was coming too, with all the noise she was making. When the black stud pulled his come-coated dick out, she took hold of it and licked it clean. She rarely blows me, and never lets me come in her mouth, so I was shocked to see the obvious lust with which she gobbled down his big, sloppy cock.
As the three of them clung together in a tangle of naked body parts, I staggered back to my car. My cock was bursting out of my pants. When I got home, I whacked off furiously.
Lila continued to work late often, and I repeated my spying activity on three occasions. Once, the three of them stayed in the van for nearly two hours. I saw my wife get fucked countless times in various combinations, the guys depositing hot spunk in her mouth, her pussy and even her ass.
Our sex life at home has not changed much, except that I’m in a constant state of arousal. A couple of times I’ve fucked Lila after one of her late nights in the van. My cock slides in her well-fucked cunt in one stroke. She never tries to stop me, and I love the feeling of her slick pussy. I usually come quickly, adding my load to the mix. I also find I have this intense desire to lick her pussy clean. I may soon get up the nerve to try it.
Lila has never said anything about her affair, and neither have I. Sometimes I wonder if she thinks I suspect anything.—Name and address withheld
WHAT HER HUSBAND REALLY KNEW ABOUT HER TUESDAY NIGHTS OUT WITH THE GIRLS
Sitting in the easy chair in our bedroom, I looked up from my book now and then to watch Beth, my wife of twenty-five years, dress to go out for the evening.
For some years she had gotten together regularly on Tuesday nights with several girlfriends. Originally they met at each other’s homes, but for the last six months they had been going into the city, to a movie or a club with entertainment.
At least that’s what Beth told me. She had begun to dress differently for these outings. She also was getting home much later, usually well after midnight.
It had been a year of change for us. Our daughters were now in college. Beth had worked for an Internet firm but cashed out shortly before the dot-com crash. As she no longer needed to work, she began to do a number of things she hadn’t had time for. She took up water colors and oil painting, joined a serious book group and worked out regularly with a trainer.
Because she no longer came home exhausted from her job, our sex life had improved dramatically. She seemed gradually to get hornier and hornier. Whereas before I’d had to wait till she was in the mood, now she was eager to make love nearly every evening.
As a result of her workouts and healthy diet, Beth never looked better. H
er tummy was flat, and she had no trace of flab on her hips or legs. Even her breasts seemed to have a new firmness. She informed me proudly that her figure was pretty much back to what it had been when we met, a striking 36C-25-35. With her youthful, still-pretty face, she looked to be in her mid-thirties rather than late forties.
Over the last few months a number of friends had commented to me about how gorgeous Beth was looking. She was also wearing shorter skirts and dresses, tighter pants and lower-cut tops. And while she had always been outgoing, she now seemed actually flirtatious. At several parties we went to, I noticed how she would dance closely with some of the men, or shake her body provocatively.
This evening Beth had showered and put on her makeup carefully—deep red lipstick, some eyeliner and eye shadow, a light foundation. She also dabbed on some pleasant-smelling but musky perfume. Her underarms and legs were shaved, and she had trimmed her pubic hair. I watched over the top of my book as she put on black bikini panties, a lacy black demi-cup bra and a pair of black thigh-high fishnet stockings. Then she put on a short, tight red leather skirt and a see-through blouse made of a flimsy black material. The final touch was deep red high-heeled shoes that matched her lips and skirt.
Finally Beth turned to me and asked how she looked. All I could say was, “Fantastic!” She said that she and the other girls had been having a contest to see who could look the sexiest. I said she would win hands down, adding jokingly that I wondered just what she and the girls were up to these days.
Matching my joking manner, Beth said she was sure I would like to know. Then she said not to wait up for her, and with that she was out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door.
The thing was, I did know what Beth and her friends were up to! Two weeks earlier, not feeling well, I had taken off work in the middle of the day. Beth wasn’t home. Noticing an unlabeled videotape lying on the TV, I popped it in the VCR.
The image that came on-screen was of two women lying naked on their sides on a bed, appearing to be eating each other out. Their faces weren’t visible, but their bodies were in great shape. I wasn’t sure, but one of them could have been Beth—and the other perhaps her friend Linda.
As I stared at the images, a woman began to speak in voice-over:
“We are four women who still love our husbands very much but have gotten bored sexually. Six months ago we took our friendship to a new level and became sexually involved with each other. We are most definitely bisexual.
“We also started having affairs with men we pick up at bars or online, sometimes as part of an orgy, sometimes one-on-one. We’re making this video to help expand our contacts.”
The camera panned back as the women on the bed sat up and introduced themselves. As I suspected, it was Beth and Linda. The camera moved to another pair of naked women, Beth’s friends Helen and Annette.
Annette, who was acting as narrator, then introduced four men, also naked. They all appeared to be in their twenties, and were all quite muscular. Two were black and two white. All had huge erections. Flabbergasted, I watched the rest of the video, an hour of fucking and sucking in all sorts of combinations, including a quite arousing daisy chain.
Beth seemed to get off most with the black guys, who fucked her sequentially and together. She seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. Her girlfriends appeared equally insatiable. Amazingly, I wasn’t shocked or angry or jealous. I was incredibly horny, and had to jack off repeatedly for relief.
I left the videotape where I found it and went back to my office. When I got home that evening, the video was gone. But I knew now that my wife and her friends had become total sluts. I never did let on that I knew what Beth was doing on Tuesday nights. I have no interest in stopping her fun or making her feel guilty. She is still horny for me, and our sex life is great, so I have nothing to complain about.
I just keep hoping that one day she’ll leave another stray videotape around.—K.T., New York, New York
HIS WIFE MAKES A DINNER DATE AND WINDS UP GIVING HIM A HECK OF A SHOW
As hot as my wife is in bed, our sex life had gotten kind of routine. I brought home several X-rated videotapes, mostly with black men with super-big cocks fucking white women. We often talked about Dolly getting some black cock, and laughed about how it might stretch her cunt. But we never planned to actually go through with the idea of her fucking a black man.
Or did we?
Whenever we talked about Dolly fucking a black man, we both got hot and turned on. One night when we were fucking, she mentioned there was a black guy she worked with she would really love to fuck, and he’d been coming on to her. She had told him that maybe she could arrange for it to happen. She said I sometimes had to be out of town a night or two. Maybe they could get together then.
So it was arranged! Dolly told him she could do it on Friday night, when I would be out of town. I watched her getting dressed in a really sexy low-cut dress, stockings, heels, a transparent white thong for panties. Her hair had been freshly styled. She looked ravishing.
The doorbell rang, and I got out of sight. Dolly invited her guy in. Boy, was he ever a big man! He looked her over approvingly. He told her she was very beautiful and said to show Big Daddy what she had between her beautiful legs. She hiked her dress up and pivoted about, showing off her pussy and ass. I thought he would fuck her then and there, but they just headed out to eat.
It was an hour before Dolly phoned to tell me their location. It was a strip club with dancing and drinking. When I arrived, it was hard for me not to reveal myself to Dolly and her guy. I kept wanting to tell him to take his hands off my wife, but I restrained myself and just watched them dance. But I grew increasingly jealous as Big Daddy felt her all over.
Three friends of his joined him and Dolly. They all had drinks, and the four men took turns dancing with her. About eleven, they all got up to leave. Dolly went to the bathroom. I headed for the parking lot. A few minutes later Dolly, her lover and the three friends came out and got in Big Daddy’s car. My heart beat really fast. My cock was so hard, it ached. Surely she wasn’t going to let them all fuck her?
They sped out of the parking lot, and I followed a fair distance behind. When they turned in our driveway, I drove on a couple of blocks, then parked and walked back. With all of the window drapes open, I saw Dolly sitting with all of the black dudes around her, kissing and fondling her.
They stood her up and stripped her. Dolly is a redhead in her late twenties, with a voluptuous body. She seemed to be in a daze. I realized she was feeling the booze. They carried her to the bedroom. I had a good view of that too. The men gathered naked around the bed, with Dolly naked too.
My beautiful wife was about to get gang-banged!
And my beautiful wife loved every bit of it as one after the other of the big, muscular black men shot his load up her pussy. She was fucked every way possible. It was well into the morning before they were fucked out.
Once they had driven off, I let myself in the house and went to the bedroom. Dolly was lying on a drenched sheet, her cunt oozing, her cunt hair all matted, her pussy red and swollen.
It was the hottest thing we ever did. Now Dolly wants a repeat!—T.O., Troy, New York
WHEN HIS WIFE BEGAN TO FLAUNT HERSELF, HE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN MORE PROUD
From our very first date, I entertained specific fantasies about my future wife. I always wanted to take Corinne where there was at least the possibility of showing off her 36C-24-34 assets in public. That far I was willing to go, but I never understood how any man would get excited watching another man screwing his wife.
For a long time, though, Corinne would go no further than swimming in the nude in our backyard pool. And even though the yard is surrounded by a high, solid fence, she always wore a robe to and from the pool, and would skinny-dip only during the week, when none of the neighbors were home.
Our lives changed forever when we took an anniversary vacation at a couples-only Caribbean resort. It had a clothing-optional be
ach and a whirlpool on the pool deck where many women doffed their tops and smeared extra sunblock on sensitive nipples.
On our third night, there was a toga party that got pretty daring, with body paint replacing bras on the more uninhibited women. The next night, after much coaxing and deliberation, Corinne finally consented to go to dinner in a skimpy sundress she’d bought, and minus her panties.
“It’ll be nice to feel the ocean breezes on my pussy,” she said. “And I don’t think there’s any danger of being seen.”
I couldn’t help but notice how ravishing she looked in the sundress as I followed behind her to the dining room. Her dress silhouetted her shapely curves, and the plunging neckline nicely accented her breasts. Her crimson hair swayed along her naked back in the ocean breeze. It took all my powers not to just lift up the back of her dress and bend her over and take her right there!
When we got to the dining room, we were reminded about the duplex setup of the dining terraces. We had arrived so late that the only table left was on the forward edge of a raised platform, putting Corinne’s knees at eye level with the table below us, occupied by three couples we’d met that morning at volleyball.
“Maybe I’d better go back for some underwear,” Corinne said hesitantly. “But I’m starving, and we’ve waited a long time to try this trick. I’m staying! I already feel kind of warm all over.”
Throughout dinner she shifted and squirmed in her seat, wondering whether her secret was safe. At the same time she was enjoying the gentle caresses of the cool night air on her inner thighs, which opened and closed in seductive involuntary motions. How I wanted to plant my face between her legs! I was on the verge of suggesting we take dessert back to our room when the waitress brought over a split of champagne.
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