by Hannah Wilde
WATCHING MY WIFE GO BLACK, AGAIN
By Hannah Wilde
Sex between my wife and I has changed drastically over the last couple of months; Evolved in ways that I would have never expected when I stood up on that alter and said “I do.” Never would I have imagined that years later I’d be standing outside the window of our bedroom, watching three black men have their way with her. And I especially wouldn’t have expected to enjoy it. It’s the type of thing you can’t really prepare yourself for as a man, there’s no guidebook for those intense feelings of jealousy, humiliation, and most confusing of all, arousal.
Ever since it happened, with my permission I might add, Sarah and I have been trying to sort out the pieces of our sexual world. It’s a little confusing for the both of us, but we’re in this together and, after seeing her beautiful face as she orgasmed between those handsome men, it’s definitely worth the effort.
Surprisingly, Sarah was the one who wasn’t completely sold on the whole situation. Once the smoke clears from a scorching lustful night like the one I just described, things can get very awkward. As much as I reassured her that I’d enjoyed the whole thing, she wasn’t totally convinced.
We both knew that, someday, we wanted to do it again, but when push came to shove we weren’t exactly sure when that was ever going to happen. The moment has to be just right for another stroll down that uncharted path of interracial gangbangs.
Eventually months passed, and no progress had been made. Sure, we’d talk about how incredible it had been in the bedroom sometimes, but the two of us were both just so busy with work that sex became one of the last things on our minds, especially kinky sex. That is, of course, until I heard the radio broadcast that changed our lives forever.
It was a simple trivia question, thrown out during the morning show of my usual morning rock station. The question was: How many letters are in the Hawaiian alphabet? Due to my unusual preoccupation of watching Jeopardy almost every night in high school, I knew that the answer was twelve. I picked up my phone and immediate called, somehow getting though and then answering on air to the pleasantly surprised hosts. They immediate informed me that I had just won an all expenses paid trip to Hawaii for myself and one guest.
My wife and I left a month later.
“Three days in paradise” I say, turning to Sarah as she looked out her window at the vast Pacific Ocean below. There was nothing but blue as far as the eye could see, a desolate canvas broken only by a few white clouds that drifted below as our plane started to descend.
“I’m so excited baby.” Sarah says, looking at me graciously with her gorgeous blue eyes over a face full of freckles. She’s beautifully drenched in the sunlight that streams through her window, showing off the health and vibrancy of her wavy brown hair as it filters through it. “What do you want to do first?” She asks.
“Go to our room and take a nap.” I admit. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
“Well, yeah.” Sarah laughs. “Me too, but what about tonight?”
“I was thinking about walking around that cove that’s right in front of the resort, so much incredible wildlife on the island. It’s supposed to be beautiful.”
Sarah crinkles up her nose, a sign that we’re not exactly on the same page. “I don’t know if I want to go on…” She pauses for a moment, trying to think of the right words. “A nature walk right away.”
“What’s wrong with nature?” I ask, laughing.
“Nature’s wonderful but it’s not going anywhere. I was kind of hoping to go out.” Sarah admits. “Like go dancing. Apparently the clubs here are really cool.”
I lie back in my seat and close my eyes for a minute, depressingly mulling over how little I want to go out tonight. I lean over and kiss my wife quickly on the lips, causing her to crack a playful smile.
“You can go out.” I tell her. “We’ve got three nights, we don’t have to spend every single one of them attached at the hip.”
She shrugs and looks back out her window as the sea rises towards us. “No, I guess not.”
As we check in at the lobby I’m awestruck at how truly beautiful the resort is. Hundreds of glass blown vines in green and blue hang down from the ceiling as a luxurious work of art, and the lobby is trimmed with all sorts of ornate marble sculptures. The place is packed with swarms of other vacationers but for some reason or another they treat us like VIPs.
“You must be Jake and Sarah London.” The woman at the front desk announces as we approach. My wife and I exchange glances, thoroughly impressed by the both the hotel and the radio station contest.
“We are!” I say excitedly.
The woman smiles and motions quickly to someone behind the counter. “This is Vincent, he’s going to take you to your room.”
The second that Vincent appears I can see my wife stop dead in her tracks. He’s exactly her type; young and chiseled, athletic features with a big broad smile and a nicely defined jaw. Most importantly, Vincent is black.
“Can I take your bags Mrs. London?” He asks, scooping them up before she can even answer. “And you, sir?” He turns to me.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” I tell him.
Vincent turns and leads us out of the lobby towards the tower where our suite is located, and the whole time Sarah just can’t take her eyes off him. I catch her gaze for a moment and she flashes me a wicked smile, the memories of her last interracial encounter clearly resurfacing in her mind. We step into an elevator and Vincent presses the up button. The door slides closed.
“So, how do you like living on the island.” Sarah asks shyly.
“It’s alright, pretty relaxing. It’s damn expensive, though.” Vincent says and then catches himself. “I’m sorry, it’s really expensive.”
“You don’t have to apologize for swearing.” Sarah tells him, giggling a little. “Where do you go to relax?”
“Me and my boys like to hit up the club that’s downstairs, The Castaway. That’s our usual spot.”
“Oh yeah?” Sarah says, her curiosity piqued. “Lots of cute girls there?”
Vincent smiles, but doesn’t say a word, the elevator goes silent as we travel upwards. Sarah finally breaks the spell and continues. “Do you think that I’m cute enough to fit in at the club?” She coos. “I was thinking about going.”
Seeing her flirt right in front of me is driving me crazy. My cock is so hard that I’m worried it’s going to become obvious outside my jeans, so I do my best to quell the nasty thoughts as they flow through my mind. It’s futile. Vincent looks at her and then over to me, as if trying to judge exactly how much he can get away with.
“You’d fit in there, definitely.” He finally says.
“You think your boys would want to pick me up?” My wife asks. My heart is pounding now; her words shooting a fierce shot of adrenalin though my veins. Vincent glances back at me one more time, double checking, and I pretend not to notice.
“I’m sure they would Mrs. London.” He says with a smile.
Our elevator suddenly stops and the doors open, cutting our conversation short. Vincent steps out and we follow him down the hallway to our room, where he unlocks the door, and we exchange two room keys for a very large tip. As soon as he’s around the corner Sarah sighs a deep breath.
“Remember that night?” She asks me.
“Like it was yesterday.”
“Can I admit something to you?” She turns to me, a very serious look crossing her beautiful young face.
“Of course, baby.”
“I want it again.” She concedes. “I want it so badly.”
I think about what it was like the first time. The way it felt to see my sweet wife getting fucked senseless by big
black cocks. Is this a can of worms that I want to reopen? I take a deep breath and pull her close to me, kissing her on the cheek and then looking deep into her baby blue eyes.
“Are you asking for permission?” I question her.
She nods, sheepishly.
“Okay,” I say. “Permission granted.”
Sarah smiles wide and then does a strange excited wiggle before heading into our suite.
I follow her inside and my jaw instantly drops at the lavishness of our room. The radio station spared no expense, as our huge and the towering view of the Hawaiian landscape is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I walk over to the window, gazing down at the lush vegetation and white sand beaches below as vacationers meander across their surface like ants. Sarah comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my chest. Her pants are already off.
“Let’s sleep for a little bit?” She asks softly.
I laugh, “Look who’s trying to take a nap now!”
“Alright, so I’m exhausted too.” She admits.
Without another word, Sarah leads me back into our new bedroom and we collapse into bed, completely spent from the long flight. Moments later, I’m fast asleep.
When I awaken the room is empty. I sit up in the dim light of a blossoming purple sunset as it streams through our hotel window. Wrapped in a tangle of soft white blankets, I stretch out and open my hands, letting the bones along my spine pop in one long string of pleasant cracks. I climb out of bed.
“Sarah?” I call. I step out into the living room. There’s something scribbled on the hotel notepad, which has been left out on our coffee table for me to find.
‘Jake,’ she begins. ‘Went down to the club to meet up with Vincent and his friends. I got his number from the concierge. Have fun on your beach walk and I’ll tell you all about it later.’
I feel my heart twist into a knot as I read this. It’s one thing to say that it’s okay for your wife to flirt, but it’s another thing entirely to know that it’s actually happening somewhere are there’s nothing you can do about it. Even though we’ve already taken this fantasy all the way once before, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to those first pangs of jealousy.
My immediate instinct is to text her and find out what’s going on, but I fight hard to restrain myself. I’ll let her to her thing and call her later, I finally decide. It’s my husbandly duty to let her have a good time.
After a quick shower I get dressed and decide to take that sunset beach walk to clear my head. There isn’t much light left, so I hurry down to the lobby and immediately head out onto the warm Pacific sand. I reach the water and put my toes in just in time to see the last few moments of sunlight as it disappears beyond the shimmering blue horizon.
It’s utterly beautiful, almost enough to take my mind off of Sarah and her group date. But, as day turns to night and a smattering of romantic Tiki torches begin to light up across the beach, I just can’t take it anymore. Sitting in the sand, I pull out my cell phone and fire off a message.
‘What’s going on? I miss you.’ I text my wife.
I get a response almost immediately. ‘Vincent and his friends are so sweet. We’re at the club. Want to see what I’m wearing?’
‘Yes.’ I type back.
A few seconds later my phone buzzes to alert me of a photo message. Sarah is in the bathroom of the nightclub, holder her phone out and pouting as she snaps the picture. She’s wearing almost nothing, just a tight, white tank top and a pair of the shortest cutoff jean shorts that I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s an outfit that screams, ‘I’m here to get fucked tonight.’ And with the addition of her bright red high heels, you might as well make it “I’m here to get fucked in the ass by five strangers tonight.” As I gaze at my wife’s taut, gorgeous body, another message arrives.
‘I’m so drunk.’ She says. ‘And horny.’
I can literally feel my hands start to shake as I respond, my entire body reeling from the thought of Sarah lustily eyeing other men. ‘Are you going to fuck Vincent?’ I type, then stare at it a moment, not entirely sure if I want to know the answer. I press send.
A minute passes, maybe two, during which my heart is nearly pounding out of my chest. Finally, she responds. I can barely breathe as I read it.
‘Yes.’ She says. ‘I’m going to fuck him and his friends in our bed tonight.’
My head is suddenly spinning. I feel a confusing surge of anger and lust and envy that spirals together into a strange cocktail inside of me.
‘Do you want to watch?’ She messages me.
I type back carefully, damn near trembling too much to respond.
‘Yes.’ I press send.
‘Go get in the closet. We’ll be up in fifteen minutes.’
I quickly drop my phone into my pocket and climb up from the sand, dusting myself off as I hurry back towards to hotel.
I’ve been inside the bedroom closet for less than a minute when I hear someone outside our hotel room, fumbling with the room key. Sarah must really be drunk, because it takes her three attempts before the mechanical lock to finally switches open allowing the group to stumble inside. I can hear my wife laughing happily as the men tell her how sexy she looks. They make small talk for a minute before Sarah finally asks, “Would you guys like to check out the bedroom?”
The door cracks open with Sarah entering first, followed by four muscular black men. She doesn’t waste any time, spinning quickly and throwing her arms around one of them. The man picks up her petite, feminine body in his strong, dark arms as they kiss, then sets her back down and helps to pull off her tight white tank top.
She’s not wearing anything underneath, and the second that Sarah’s nipples hit the air the whole gang is upon her, rubbing their hands all over her small frame and kissing her from every side. They pass her around, fondling Sarah’s breasts and squeezing her supple ass as it peeks out of her short, cut-off jeans. Seconds later, one of them is unbuttoning her fly and pulling off her shorts, revealing a flirty pair of red panties that are gone moments later.
Inside the closet, I can literally feel the blood pumping into my cock. It twitches with every surge, growing bigger and bigger until I’m forced to release it from my pants and take it tightly in one hand. I stroke quietly, watching the action unfold through a long series of slats on the door while the roaming hands of these handsome black men violate my wife. I’m so turned on that I can barely focus on breathing, but I try to pull myself together and enjoy the show.
Completely naked save for her adorable red pumps, Sarah squats down between the guys and beckons for them to unleash their dicks, which come popping out moments later in all of their colossal glory. Every one of the guys has a cock so massive it’s scary, a collection of epic black shafts that would make any size queen green with envy. My wife looks very pleased, smiling up at each of the guys as she takes a cock in each hand and starts to fondle.
I recognize Vincent as he walks around to the front of my wife and pushes his mammoth rod between her lips. She takes him hungrily, swallowing his cock far down past her gag reflex in a gorgeously erotic deep throat. As she sucks him off, Sarah’s eyes drift over to the closet door where she then focuses her attention.
Even though she can’t see me behind the slats, for a moment our eyes lock and I can barely contain myself, nearly blowing my load right then and there. I can’t believe this is happening again; that for a second time I’m able to witness the transformation of my blushing bride to a depraved, cock-thirsty slut on the prowl for black dick. For a moment I’m transported back in time, seeing visions of our wedding day and the way she looked in that flowing white dress, how innocent she had been when we kissed tenderly at the alter and exchanged vows.
“I want you all to take turns up my ass.” Sarah suddenly cries out.
Just look at her now, I think.
I watch as Sarah climbs onto the bed and arches her back, pushing her ass out so the guys can get a good look at her incredible curves. She’s showing off, now.
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One of the men, a broad shouldered guy who’s covered in black tattoos, steps up behind her for the first go at her tight hole. He puts a hand on each ass cheek and squeezes, taking in her comically toned body for a moment, then he place his huge black dick against her back door.
Sarah gulps down a deep breath of air and closes her eyes, bracing herself as the man pushes forward into her tight, little asshole. I can see her reach down and start to play with her clit, doing her best to relax. Deeper and deeper the man’s cock slides until, finally, his python is fully up my wife’s stretched rectum. She opens her eyes and looks back at him, giving a little wink and wagging her ass from side to side.
“Take me for a ride big boy.” Sarah coos seductively.
The man obliges, pulling back and then thrusting forward again and again until he finds a good rhythm inside of her. It’s hard to see from my position in the closet, but the loud slapping of his hips against her ass is enough my drive me absolutely crazy. She squeals a little with every pump, clearly enjoying herself as she let’s these guys that she barely knows use her body however they’d like. After a few minutes, the next man takes his place in her ass, fucking away while Sarah takes it, and then another man, and another, until all of them has had a turn stretching out her now gaping asshole.
Sarah looks weary from the train that was just run on her, laying back onto the bed with a freshly tangled mess of brown hair that she peeks through with ravenous, fuck-me eyes. With her heels still on, my wife spreads herself open for the men, her slender legs hanging in the air as an open invitation.
Two of the men crawl onto bed from either side of her; kneeling down and proudly thrusting their black cocks into her face while Vincent steps to the front and pushes himself deep into her glistening, wet slit. Sarah lets out a soft moan, reeling as her pussy is entered for the first time this evening. She takes a cock in each hand as Vincent starts to fuck her, beating the men off rapidly and alternative sensual licks with her pink tongue. Vincent pounds Sarah furiously until she starts to tremble, bucking wildly from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that flows from her pussy across the rest of her body.