Wife’s First Black Cock

Our only experience swinging was in Jamaica. I found how enticing Terry can be to other men, and how excited I got watching her fucking. She truly enjoyed sex and got off on all the attention. We decided to find some playmates upon our return. It took a few months and sifting through email from a few web sites, but I finally found a reasonable single male. Martin appreciated her photos, seemed well spoken and had the added benefit of being a well-built black man who was quite well endowed. Thick and a good 9-10 inches. Significantly bigger than Terry was used to with me. We scheduled a date at a very nice hotel downtown. Terry only fucks other men for me in 4 star hotels. Go figure…

She was as nervous as I had ever seen, and slightly bitchy during the day. Normally I might have withdrawn a bit but not this day. We spent the day shopping to pass the time, a few clothes and a household item. I was floored when she suggested a new video camera. An impulse buy which gave me an instant erection thinking about the upcoming evening. After a brief dinner, we returned to the hotel to get ready. She took a leisurely bath and allowed me to “practice” with the new camera while she fingered herself in the tub. I then had the distinct pleasure of trimming her pussy to my desire with her spread eagle on the bed. I had picked out a tight red velvet textured outfit - a short skirt without panties and a top which tied in the front. Dressed to kill, and looking both sexy and slutty. A glass of wine to calm the nerves and off we go.

We sat in the lobby for a few minutes, waiting for Martin to arrive. We had actually not seen pictures above the neck, so we scrutinized every black man walking into the lobby. Finally, a tall gentleman made his way toward us and introduced himself. Bingo. As soon as he sat down next to Terry on the couch, I saw her nervousness melt away. She was immediately comfortable and it was obvious they both found each other attractive. Another glass of wine, and we headed off to find a bar to relax and get acquainted. I drove my SUV, while Terry and Martin rode in the back.

We found a cigar bar which was surprisingly empty, and made our way to a dark area in the back. We claimed a couch and sat Terry in the middle with Martin and I on either side. Perfect. Martin talked a bit about his previous experiences swinging, and we relayed our relatively modest experiences in Jamaica. Slowly the place filled up, and we were surrounded by other couples and groups. A young woman in a skin tight cat suit straddled the lap of an older gentleman directly in front of us. We watched as he rubbed her crotch through the cat suit. I wondered how Terry was feeling, and slipped my had under her thigh to find out. My fingers found her pussy wet. Martin and I switched places so he could do the same. She kept her legs crossed the same way to give him access to her pussy. Now the other couples were watching us. Terry leaned back and closed her eyes for a minute, enjoying the finger fucking she was getting from our new friend in front of strangers. She then announced that we had to leave, so I quickly paid the tab and off we went. I went to the parking lot to find my SUV, leaving Terry and Martin leaning on a car. She had spread her legs so he could continue to finger her, with a patio bar across the street.

They finally joined me in the SUV, again in the back seat. He continued to finger her pussy while she unzipped his pants and began sucking him all the way back to the hotel. Through the rearview mirror, I could see her struggling to get his wide cock in her mouth.
She managed admirably, but had her jaw and mouth as wide as possible.

Once back in the hotel room, Terry excused herself to the bathroom to change. I already had the video camera set up, and my digital still camera was also waiting. SHOWTIME. Terry strutted out in a white half cup bra, perky nipples exposed, a white garter belt with a white lace thigh high hose and a patch of fabric barely concealing her wet pussy. She laid down on her back with her right leg to the side. Martin wasted no time in pulling her panties out of the way to continue finger fucking her. A couple tugs on the side strings and there was Terry, legs spread with a black man she’d met hours before fingering her to frenzy. I manned the video camera but quickly became entranced. I had rarely seen her pussy lips so swollen. She was writhing her hips as he tickled her clit. With the video on autopilot, I grabbed the still camera and began watching my fantasy unfold.

Terry spread her legs apart further as Martin continued. He shifted up to his knees and lifted her legs back as he began gently entering her swollen pussy. I took several pictures of the two of them in this position, some from the side to catch both of them, a close up of her face in ecstasy, and several from behind them with an incredible view of this thick, long black dick spreading her pink engorged pussy lips. The contrast of his black cock and balls against her white skin was startling. Martin also possessed tremendous will power and had not yet cum despite a good 20 minutes of pounding her pussy and a few rather obvious orgasms from Terry. I could not sit behind my camera any longer.

Stripping off my underwear and shirt, I quickly joined them in bed. Martin was still fucking her, so I caressed her gorgeous breasts and deeply kissed her. She was a woman on fire as she tongued me as deeply as ever. I slid up to her head and placed my cock in her face. She turned her head, opened her mouth, and began sucking my cock like it was the last she’d ever get. Must have been too much for Martin who developed quicker breaths and more rapid thrusts deep into her pussy.

Within a few moments, he was shooting his cum inside her. After less than a minute, she pushed him away and pulled me on top. I had never experienced her cunt so loose and sloppy. Gushing sounds punctuated my every thrust and we already had a huge wet spot of pussy juice and cum. The thought (and feeling) of fucking my wife for sloppy seconds was overwhelming, and I quickly spent my load inside her too. Probably one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. I collapsed to the side, and after a few minutes we began a little more small talk.

Regaining partial strength in my legs, I wobbled to the video camera. We had just finished recording on a 60 minute tape! I rewound the tape and began watching the action all over again. The volume was turned up, so we could all hear Terry moaning (again) from the fucking Martin was giving her. Not more than 10 minutes elapsed before Martin was up and ready to go again. Terry didn’t need much convincing either. A little more nipple and clit teasing brought out the heavy breathing. Her legs spread revealing the still wet pussy. This time I lay beside her as he fucked her again. I even held her leg up to spread her a bit more and let him thrust more deeply. I tried kissing her but she was obviously concentrating on the large black cock stuffing her pussy. She must have cum a couple more times before Martin dumped the third load of the evening into her well fucked pussy.

By now it was nearly 3 AM. Martin dressed and left, with promises from all to repeat the evening soon. I readied myself for sleep, but Terry had other ideas. She took my semi-erect dick and lovingly sucked and stroked it to attention. Bringing a pillow under her hips, she lay face down on the bed and once again presented her pussy to me. We fucked again until we both came, then collapsed beside each other into an oblivious sleep. Next morning, well actually 4+ hours later, we enjoyed breakfast in bed and fucked one more time before getting ready to go home. She was quite sore for a few days afterwards. Told me it was from the vigor of the fucking she received but I got to fuck her loose, sloppy cunt twice after she’d taken the entire shaft of Martin’s long, thick dick. I think Martin had a bit more to do with the soreness than I did, but that’s all right by me. I had just experienced the fantasy of a lifetime, watching my pretty sweet wife fuck another guy.

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Previously — TELL ME A STORY, PART ONE

TELL ME A STORY: PART TWO

Prologue: Erica Fry is a fortyish woman who has on a whim taken it upon herself to visit a company that records one’s sexual fantasies on audio tape. A woman named Valerie has taken her to a room in which there is a chair designed to sexually arouse the user when she tells her story. The chair itself has a large thick dildo protruding from the middle of the seat which Erica was at first reluctant to use. After a bit of prodding from Valerie, she finally sat down on the fierce rubber pecker and began telling her story. It was a true tale of how she was taken and fucked in the middle of a crowded subway car when the power went out. Her suitor was large black man who literally ravaged her while no one was the wiser. Now, Valerie is anxious for Erica to come up with another story. And here it is…

A friend of mine who is a movie producer asked me to join her for a night on the town when I was visiting New York City. After having finished a sumptuous late evening dinner, Paula asked, “Are you up for something a little more adventurous?”

“Sure,” I replied as we climbed into her new BMW.

She reached into the glove compartment and produced a black scarf and asked me to cover my eyes. I gave her a quizzical look but did as I was told. We drove for about fifteen minutes from the Midtown restaurant before we glided to a stop. I asked if I could now remove my eye cover, and after a few seconds delay we were again moving and she gave me permission to take it off. When I opened my eyes I discovered we were inside of a huge factory-type building and were moving slowly towards a lighted area at the far end of the block long room. There were at least two dozen cars parked by a heavy steel door that was manned by two very large bouncers. Before we got out of the car, Paula touched my arm and made me promise not to tell anyone about what we were about to see.

“We’re not gonna do anything illegal are we?” I asked nervously.

Of course not,” she assured me, “I guarantee that everything’s on the up and up.”

“Okay,” I answered softly, “I promise.”

The two bouncers nodded at Paula, indicating that they had seen her before. Once inside I was stunned to see men and women in various stages of undress. Some were simply having a drink and talking with friends, while others were in the midst of passionate love making.

“So, what do you think?” she asked while handing me a drink.

“I don’t know,” I stammered. “What exactly is this place?”

“It’s a sex club for the very rich and famous,” she replied between sips of her vodka and tonic.

“I don’t think I recognize anyone,” I said while scanning the room.

“Come with me!” she ordered while taking me by the arm.

A few moments later, we entered a smaller room that contained a few chairs and a small stage. Up on the stage was a naked, busty, brunette tied between two posts in a standing spread eagle position. A young woman was gently caressing her body while applying fragrant oil to her most intimate areas.

“Recognize her?” Paula asked.

It was taking my eyes a few seconds to become accustomed to the low light level, but all at once I turned to Paula and whispered hoarsely, “is that who I think it is?” (more…)

TELL ME A STORY: PART ONE

Erica Fry thought long and hard before making up her mind to go inside. Nervously she waited for the receptionist to finish up with a middle aged lady who was then ushered away to what must have been the rear of the offices.

“May I help you?” the young red haired woman asked.

“Uh I hope so,” Erica mumbled. “I read your ad and wondered if maybe I could…”

“If you could tell us your story?” the red head interjected.

“Yes,” Erica sighed thankfully, “that’s it exactly.”

“You understand the nature of the stories we’re looking for?” the receptionist asked.

“Ahem, I think so,” Erica replied almost in a whisper.

“Well, just to make sure, read this,” the red head replied while handing several sheets of type-written pages to the obviously flustered woman. “Those are examples of what we need.”

Erica’s cheeks reddened as she read the account of a lady who would meet her lover for work and fuck him in his car with the traffic literally whistling around them. The details were complete and graphic, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Well, do you still want to go on?” the red head asked. (more…)

CONFESSIONS OF A BLACK COCK SLUT

“Ready for your bath, dear?” Anne Pilson asked.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Lindy replied while still doing her homework. “Just give me another minute, okay?”

“I’ll go run the water,” Anne replied, “take your time.”

Five minutes later Anne could hear her eighteen year old niece climbing the steps to the second floor bathroom. She smiled to herself, still glad that Lindy still enjoyed the Thursday evening baths that had started when she was just a baby.

“It’s not to hot is it?” Lindy asked while shedding her clothes. “Test it first,” her aunt replied.

“I think it’s all right though.” Lindy dipped her toes in and nodded her approval before slipping in now bubbling water. “Oh man does that feel nice,” the teenager sighed.

“Just lie back and let me take care of the rest,” Anne said softly while lathering up a wash cloth. Lindy closed her eyes and sighed as her aunt began expertly doing her entire body. When she worked her way down to Lindy’s vagina Anne asked softly, “I think it’s time for a shave don’t you?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” the young woman replied, “be my guest.”

Anne shot a generous ball of shaving cream into her hand before gently massaging it into her neice’s plump vagina. Almost immediately her labia and clitoris began bulging obscenely in anticipation of a hoped for orgasm. “My my,” Anne said in low voice, “I just can’t get over how responsive you are.”

Lindy casually began caressing her breasts, and then after a moment of contemplation, cleared her throat and asked, “Auntie, do you still love Uncle Bill?”

“My goodness, child!” Anne replied in a surprised voice. “What ever made you ask something like that? And the answer is, of course I love your uncle!”

“I was just wondering, that’s all,” came the reply.

Anne continued to lather up Lindy’s vagina while asking, “come on, dear, that didn’t just come out of left field, please tell me what’s on your mind.”

A slight shiver ran through the teenager’s body as her aunt’s fingers brushed over the head of her hard little clit. After regaining her composure she replied, “I know about you and that black man!”

Anne froze in place, almost like she had been struck by lightning. “What do you know?” she finally asked.

“I know that you’ve been having sex with him,” Lindy answered quickly.

Anne thought about it for a few moments before replying, “okay, honey, I guess you’re old enough, let me tell you all about it. Believe me when I tell you that I do indeed love your uncle,” Anne said reassuringly. “It’s just that I have certain, uh, needs that only a black man can fulfill.”

(more…)

BLACK COCK FOR MOM

“Have you initiated Samantha yet?” Carol Green asked her eldest daughter.

After taking a long sip of her scalding hot coffee Jill Barton replied, “not yet mom, you know she just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and I haven’t quite figured out how to tell her.”

“Remember how I did it to you?” Carol chuckled.

“Yes I do!” Jill answered quickly. “And it’s not funny!”

“Ohhhhhhhh, I don’t know about that,” the sixty year old replied with giggle, “it seemed pretty funny to me.”

“I was really scared,” Jill replied softly.

“I know you were dear,” Carol replied. “But you have to admit you had a really good time!”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Jill sighed. “Thank god I wasn’t a virgin, I woulda run outta there in heart beat if I was.”

“Maybe,” her mother said, “but just think how wonderful that big black cock was, and how mesmerized you were by it.”

“Mmmmm, I know,” Jill shivered while thinking back on that day some twenty years ago. “By the way, do you still see him?”

“Oh no!” Carol laughed. “I have young man doing me now. Jamaal is his name, lean and well muscled — and of course hung like a horse.”

“Of course!” Jill laughed. “Say,” she went on. “How about you come along with me for my weekly appointment?”

“Do you think he’ll mind?” Carol asked. “After all he’s not expecting two of us.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, mom,” Jill shot back quickly. “David just loves fucking white women, he can’t get enough of us.”

“And we them.” Carol reminded her.

As the two women made their way across town, the tension between their thighs slowly began to intensify as they contemplated the coming session. “Is your young man well hung?” Carol asked her daughter thickly.

“He’s a real stud, mother,” came her soft reply. “Pretty long. I’d guess eight or nine inches, but incredibly thick, he really stretches you out.”

“Oh my,” Carol sighed, “I just love getting reamed by nice thick black cock.”

“Good grief!” Jill moaned softly. “I’m dripping wet, and were not even there yet.”

“Well hurry up and drive,” her mother admonished. “I can hardly wait.”

“So this is your mother?” David asked while eyeing Carol cautiously.

“Yes,” Jill replied. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing her along.”

“Not if she follows the rules,” he answered a matter of factly.

“Anything you say,” Carol replied softly. “Lift your dress, cunt!” he ordered the older woman.

“Hmm…not bad for an old cunt,” he offered while running his hand through the thick mass of black and gray pubic hair. “Let’s see yours too,” he nodded to Jill. The young woman quickly lifted the hem of her skirt until it was above her waist, exposing her naked pussy to his hungry gaze. “Do you know what we’re gonna do first?” he asked rhetorically. “I wanna see you two bitches finger your pussies.” The two women automatically plopped down on the long sofa and casually began diddling their already distended clits.

David watched with languid eyes while the two white cunts fingered their hot pussies with utter abandon. With her eyes glazed over and her mouth hanging slack jawed, Carol groaned loudly as her hips bucked forward while her finger literally flew over her overheated clit. Then for good measure, David slowly stripped off his clothing until he was standing there in only his white boxers. A softball size bulge filled the shorts, eliciting an even louder moan from the older woman.

“Ya like big black bamboo?” he chuckled while cupping his still hidden organ. (more…)