New Guy

A new guy has joined the list, Gerald. He had contacted us through our swinger site a long time back, and somehow down the line she lost contact (the site drops old emails after 60 days), and we sometimes have stretches when we weren't active in checking emails. He had the luck to come back on the scene when she had dropped Sam, and he was persistiant enough to keep in contact. The more he persisted it seemed the more that she wanted to get together with him. "I have a good feeling about him," she told me.

So we eventually set up a weekday meeting in the same hotel where she had met a couple of other lovers. We walked into the restaurant where we usually first meet, and this black guy was standing at the salad bar and did a long triple take on her, in this hot black scoop necked dress that shows a lot of cleavage.

Gerald's photos had shown him in a office, wearing a tie in all of his photos, a suit in most, and the guy at the salad bar was wearing below the knee short pants and a long tee shirt over that. I didn't think he was the guy.

We sat down, ordered, and he called on the cell. He told us his location, and he was the man at the salad bar. He brought his drink around, ordered an appetizer, We talked a while, no negatives, and we finished our meal, stepped outside, and I told them I would walk and she would ride with him so he didn't have to leave his car a block and a half away.

When we went upstairs it was the usual ackward sitting on the suite sofa while I sat opposite. I don't know why this always takes some time to get started, but after my second trip to the men's room I came back out and they were making out, then he took her hand and walked to the bed, removing his shirt while Anna was on her knees, fully clothed, and unbuckling his pants. His pants fell and he stood there, without touching her, waiting while she pulled his cock out of his shorts and began to suck. His cock was very thick, with a large bulbous head.

She sucked him and he slid his hand in her top to caress her breast, and she slid out of the shoulder straps and let it fall to her waist, taking his cock and rubbing it over his nipples. He made no sound, just stood there looking down at her.

He pulled her up and kissed her as he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then lay her down on the bed and began to eat her pussy, his hands on the outside of her legs, playing with her breasts as he did, and he stood up reached into his pants and pulled out a condom, walking on his knees to her in the bed, and she raised her feet and began playing with his thick cock with her feet for a while.

Then he pulled on the condom and leaned over her, rubbing his cock on the outside of her pussy and then began sliding it in very slowly, and she gasped as he did, adjusting to his thick cock stretching her pussy. Her pussy was soaked and was frothing white foamy juices, which I'd not seen her do often. He fucked her like that for a while, then flipped her onto her knees and fucked her doggy, which she loves. As he kept fucking her he put his hand on her ass and slowly put his thumb into her ass as he fucked her.

He put her on her side and pushed up one leg to her shoulder and fucked her sideways, ramming her harder and her breasts bouncing. He pulled her up, standing and she sat up on the bed and began sucking his cock. He stroked his cock and she lay back on the bed, her legs open to him and began playing with herself as he got stroked his cock trying to get hard again.

They lay on the bed and cuddled and she began sucking him again. She took a condom from his hand and rolled it down on his cock and he mounted her again missionary style, then doggy, and then on his back as she straddled him. He was having a problem staying hard consistantly, he'd get soft and nearly lose his hard-on and then it would come back. She kept riding him until he came and she came and then she rolled off him.

I handed him a marker and asked him to sign his work, as is my little kink, and he wrote on her pubis, "BBC Lover" He dressed as she still lay there naked, said his goodbyes and left.

As we did what I call my reclaiming fuck, she said, "We may be doing this enough. He kept losing it." I understood that it was not about him but she takes that as her being less desirable. Her weight is a little up and she thought that she's the problem, and she is worrying about aging.

She said, "This is not as exciting as it used to be. You said we would stop when I wanted, I think I may want to but I don't want you pushing me to keep going."
I thought about it for a second, and said, "That's right. You want to quit we quit."

Later she asked how many different black guys she'd done. We tried counting, and she had said that the guy who left in the middle of things didn't count. So the count was 10 without him, 11 with him. Now it sounded like she was willing to count.

I told her that if she wanted to quit we would. What I would suggest that she at least do 12, making it an even dozen, and a some point I wanted her to do two black guys at once. She thought that would make a good number.

Then later she added, "I would still like to do my regulars from time to time."

The translation to this is she doesn't want to risk rejection, but if that has never been a problem anywhere except within her own mind.

Two Black Men

We had talked more about her doing two black men. I asked if her she wanted to invite a two black guys--and she said that it would have to be spontaneous--she didn't want to do it by pre-planning.

She did email back and forth to a couple of guys, but as the week progressed she made no effort to contact them, work got heavy, and instead of meeting them on Thursday as we had planned (and we had two days of the trade show around a lot of people we knew) we talked about booking an room at a different hotel.

One guy was quite a bit bigger, but she liked another guy better, so she questioned meeting one guy on Thursday and the other on Saturday. I was leery about doing that at our trade show (as we do try to keep our play life and our reality life separate) but I did say we'd check it out depending on how remote our room was to lessen the chance of him coming in to our room and bumping into someone in the hall. As we got closer, we bailed on Thursday night, but emailed and asked about Saturday. One guy did not write back, and the second guy had a conflict. She had picked out an especially hot dress, with scoops under both the front, back, and under her arms, so that a bit of side-boob was visible too.

To top all that off on the drive to the show Anna and I got into a long drawn out shouting match over very little, but we were both pissed for a while, which further drained us. Neither one of us had any interest in pursuing anything.

But it would get hotter.


Saturday all was ok again, things back to normal, and we worked the trade show. It so happened that the hotel had a nightclub adjoining, and we went in and found it crowded, but no one we knew from the trade show, although there were several black guys in the crowd. Anna perked up, and mentioned that we might want to come back there later, smiling.

We had to leave the club for a late social gathering in relation to our work, and after that gathering we stopped back by our room-and she donned the sexy dress she had been planning to wear to meet one of her potential black lovers.

The social had an open bar and Anna had a great buzz going when we went back to the club. Even more people had come in, and we danced a couple of dances, and I left for the restroom.

She had looked around and saw no one we knew was there, and said, "You know we might hook up here. Would that be alright."

"Sure" I said in my drunkeness.

As I came back to the dance floor, I started toward her and saw a black guy step up to her just as I hit the edge of the dance floor, so I stepped back, ordered another drink, and watched my wife dance with three different black guys. One guy danced with her a couple of dances, and we heard the bartender announce last call. She motioned me over, the black guy still standing there. He was younger, about 5' 9" and had his arm around her waist.

"What's our room number."

I told her. She couldn't hear over the crowd so I held up my fingers.

"You sure this is all right?" the black guy asked.

"As long as you don't have a problem with me being there and cameras."

"OK," he said, and Anna took my hand and led me off the floor, explaining that they would come along later just in case there was someone we knew in the room.

As we headed down the hall toward our room she told me, "I'm not sure they'll come, I saw them head out the door."

"Them?"

"Yeah," he said he's here with his friend. I told him the friend could come but he can't do me." I said nothing, just recalling how freaked out she had been at the mention of just such a thing a few days earlier. I was anticipating how this might turn out.

When we got to the room I opened up my camera case, and there was knock at the door. She opened the door, said hi to the two guys, and introduced us to Shawn and Galen. Galen was the black guy she had been dancing with, Shawn was about 6' 2" and probably 275-300 pounds, with a huge belly. We introduced ourselves, and Galen said, "Shawn's not going to do anything."

Shawn was carrying a half full bottle of gin, and Galen had a sock in his hand.
Trying to be friendly I handed him a camera. "Good, you can help me shoot pictures" I said. Anna and Galen embraced and started kissing, and I went to the camera bag to set up a video camera and put a battery in my other digital.

"I don't mind photos, but don't show my face," Galen said, adding "and here's why." He opened his wallet and showed a fireman ID.

When I stepped back around to check on Anna, they were kissing, and he had already pulled the cloth from the dress to the middle, exposing both her breasts. He was still fully clothed.

Shawn was taking photos, and I went back to finish setting up the camera and light. Once done I went back to the foyer where they were, this time Anna was on her knees in front of him sucking his black cock, naked. She stood up to kiss him, his shirt still on, and he grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, reaching far back and slapping her ass very hard with both hands on both ass cheeks at the same time. She didn't complain and he did it twice more, leaving deep red marks on her ass.

They kissed a while longer.

"You might need to get a condom," Anna said to me.

"I've got all the condoms we need," Galen said, reaching into the sock and pulling out a gray pack of Lifestyle condoms and opening one. I moved into the room to turn on the video camera and as they rounded the petition between the foyer and the bed, Anna was on her knees, sucking his condom covered cock. I wasn't sure if she had put it on him with her mouth or fingers. She was pulling his socks off as she did, before climbing onto the bed.

She lay down on the bed, scooting up toward the head of the bed, spreading her legs, and licking her fingers parting her pussy lips as she watched him remove his shirt and remainder of his clothing.

He climbed between her legs, leaned over to kiss her and slid his cock into her with no oral sex or fingering. She locked her legs behind his small ass that was soon bouncing up and down between her legs, fucking her and grunting as she moaned and said "Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over.

The bad thing is in that position there is nothing but legs, ass and back to take photos off, and as I circled the bed, and Shawn did as well, there was not a lot to see except a tangle of legs. He shifted position slightly so we could now see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and she was soon squirting.

I'm not sure how much Shawn had seen of this, because when I looked at the photos he had taken the majority of them was the glistening fluids of her squirting.

He fucked her for around 15 minutes, asking her if she liked it, which of course she did and told him so. He started quicker and her gasps for breath hit the rhythm which told me she would be coming soon, and he moaned as he started coming into the condom.

He lay on top of her and I moved around to their feet, noticing the base of the condom was bulging with cum. "Might be time to replace the condom," I said aloud, but he didn't seen to hear.

He was talking to her but I couldn't hear at the time--but later on the video tape I heard him ask her if she liked his black cock.

"I love black cock," she told him.

"Want more?" She nodded.

"Shawn will do you." She paused for a moment, then nodded again.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, still nodding.

"OK," he said, smiling.

He lay there for a while before staggering toward the bathroom. I had no idea how much he had drunk, but it was obvious he was getting sloppy drunk.

As he pulled out of her she kiddingly said, "You through?"

He turned to Shawn, "He'll do you." We waited for him to return from the bathroom. When he didn't she looked at Shawn, her legs still wide open and her pussy displayed, and said, "Come on big boy."

He stammered something about how he'd been drinking all day and had trouble getting it up when he drank like that. "Gin and it don't mix," he said.

After a minute or two she looked over at me, and smiling moved toward Shawn standing at the foot of the bed with the camera in his hand.

He didn't resist but had a strange look on his face as she unbuckled his pants, pulled down his shorts, and wrapped her hand around a good sized black cock that was not hard. She began sucking him, stroking him, and in general trying to get him hard.

She wanted to fuck him to, and it was evident, but he got semi-hard and then lost it. She kept sucking on him, go him hard, and he stripped out of his clothes. She lay back on the bed, legs splayed, breathing heavily, about to get her second black cock of the evening, and he lost his hard on again.

Anna rose back up to suck him again.

Galen remained in the restroom, and after several minutes Shawn asked, "Where's Galen?" and leaned over with Anna's mouth still on his cock, and exclaimed, "Oh shit."

Anna quit sucking him and we all moved toward the bathroom, where Galen lay in the bathroom floor, his head beside the commode, naked, pass out cold. Anna checking on him, feeling for a pulse at this throat, which he had, as Shawn tugged on his clothing.

We all spent the next 30 minutes trying to get Galen up. Together we got his clothes on him, and he lay back down in the floor. Anna was still naked, wiping his head with a wet cloth trying to get him up, and as she did I saw Shawn open his cell phone and take a couple of shots of him and my naked wife in the floor.

"He is going to have to be real nice to me for a while," Shawn laughed.

Galen rallied enough to get to his feet, and Shawn helped him up, thanked Anna for the good time, and went out the door. I closed the bolt, and went back to the bed, where my freshly black fucked wife was laying on the bed for her white husband to reclaim her pussy. Which I did.

I guess if you're wondering if we're real, the above should be proof as no one could make this shit up. And it didn't end as you expected, think about us--it didn't end as we expected either.

We've talked about going back and doing it again--to her it is the hottest thing she's ever done.

Slow, but some promising preliminaries

We've had little luck hooking up, had to go out of town for a couple of weeks, had conflicts with a couple of her guys, although she definitely wants a repeat with Dr. BBC.

She said she loves playing with his uncircumcised cock, playing with his foreskin, "There's so much you can do with it," she commented, laughing.

Meanwhile we received an interesting email in which a guy with a voyeur fetish wants to watch Anna with Nat He wants his wife to go black, but she hasn't got to that point yet (they're younger and have kids at home), so he's offered to buy the room, meal, drinks, if we will let him watch. When I first mentioned it to Anna she was very turned on, and when I re-mentioned it she was all for it.

Of course I don't think anyone reading this so far expects anything less than her inviting him to fuck her as well once she gets going-but we'll see about that, I'm not pushing it, suggesting it, or resisting it, I'm just playing it by ear. I wouldn't have any objection personally, but I've not been asked either. I did email him back and suggested how we play it. My overeager imagination has already run though the possibility's of renting a limo already. I can't imagine her not blowing Nat in the limo.


New Player

She checked on the swingers site with our ad and mentioned that two of the guys were promising, meaning that they were in the right age bracket, mentioned in their profile about discretion, no drama, and enjoying couples. And the guys are black of course.

So with drinks in us she decided to call a couple of them, and short version we're looking at one hook up Thursday or so, and another Sunday. Should be interesting. She is now more interested in variety and reveling in how each lover is a little different.

Monday

We got drunk and fucked and with a marker I wrote Slut for black Dick, with "black" on one boob, "Dick" on the other, and underneath "Loves BBC". I'm getting carried away with this marker stuff.


Wednesday
Made my second trip for rubbers today, just in case, come to find out I still had plenty in the zip up bank bag, but on at least eight different fucks I have handed one of her black lovers either a Trojan Magnum or Magnum XL. Reason I know is I bought a dozen of each and that's the count.


She's gotten more aggressive in her answering mail on the swinger site, and is really hot for this guy in the town a little north of us. She says "I have a good feeling about him." For sure I can tell the excitement. Tonight I'm charging batteries on all the cameras and getting everything ready, bought some more blank tape. Our daughter may come home which may screw up Sunday afternoon (at least for fucking).


She also ordered a Q for her Queen of spades ankle bracelet. I think it is sinking home to her that she can fuck everyone she wants, and I can definitely see something coming in that vein.

Guess we'll see.

Bareback

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Her Second Black Cock

Just for a timeline reference on things, we talked about doing others for years, and she met her first black lover at Mardi Gras and we met him a few weeks later for her first experience. This was in April. She met him for a second time in late May. And then our real lives got in the way and I really was worried about her developing an emotional relationship with Sam, so I resisted another meeting until she had had some more experiences with different guys. I've described most of this in the last few posts.

The following took place in August--and which is really a realistic timeline for us even today. She'd play more if she could but our real lives get in the way.

And if you think I've got total recall to remember the conversation, I can honestly say it is not my imagination or even my recollection. As I've stated several times I video everything, and this is exactly as it really happened.

I left the room to let them talk, and he was very articulate, talked easily, and told her it was his birthday and she could help him celebrate his birthday. I think that was the final straw. She asked where we would meet, I called him and asked, call the Hilton, got a room reserved and called him back, setting it up for 8:30 in the hotel bar that same night.

She was giddy like a school girl getting ready for a date.
Upstairs she showered, shaved her pussy bare, and laid out her clothes to wear, trying on a few things and nothing to revealing. “I don’t want to lead him on in case I decide not to do it.” We had enough time to pack, drive there, shower, change clothes, and gather our thoughts for about 5 minutes before time to go to the bar.

She had done her nails on the drive, and spent the time in the room applying her make-up. Then she dressed in a low cut black warparound dress, a silver neckace, a thong with a rhinestone diamond where the straps met in the back, and strap high heels with the matching rhinestones on the straps. Her long brunette hair was brushed back and loose. She was delectable. On her right ankle she had an ankle chain with a Q and spade on her I had given her on her first black experience.

We went into the bar, had a drink or two, and he walked in. Late 39's, bald, well built in a tight tee shirt and jeans. I didn’t recognize him but he was alone, walked right up to Anna and sat down beside her at the bar. I asked if he was Zeb and he nodded and we shook hands. He ordered a beer, and we moved to a table, where we sat for a while, I would leave to get drinks, and when I got back the second round she was telling him of her fantasy with black men. Later I learned he had asked “What is it that got you wanting black men?”

It was natural but it was out here now, she was fucking a guy preferably because he was black—and he knew—and she knew—and I knew. It had never been mentioned when she was with Sam. Not either time. And now she was telling a black guy sitting here having drinks with us that she wanted to fuck him because he was black, and he answered that he felt the same way about white women, citing that a lot of black women had attitudes in his opinion.

We talked along sexual lines, nothing specific but more “lifestyle” talk, about how she was uncomfortable admitting we were now in the “lifestyle”, and he cautioned us about getting too involved and getting really out of control. We didn’t get into sexual specifics, but she had sat there long enough thinking about fucking him I felt. Finally she said, “I think we need to take this to the room.”

We paid our tabs and as we walked through the lobby she put her arm in his, claiming she needed to be steadied from the drinks. In the room I unlocked it, moved to a chair and they turned to each other began kissing at the end of the bed, not a long kiss, maybe a minute, and as they kissed he unbuckled his pants and slid them down with one hand, guiding her hand to his cock.

I know this is so stereotypical that is sounds fake but it is the truth, he had a long cock. I mean LONG, and it was hard and straight out. Anna wrapped her hand around it, and dropped to her knees. (He later told her it was 9 ½”) She had one fist on top of the other and still had a lot of cock sticking out to suck. She grunted a low guttural grunt when she took him in her mouth and devoured him. She devoured his cock like it was a long stick of chocolate she had been lusting after forever. Maybe in a sense she was.

He slid her straps off her shoulder as she continued to suck his cock, and flipped her nipples with his fingertips, and stood straight up which his cock straight out for her to suck. And suck she did. Moaning and grunting and enjoying his big cock. She sounded like she was cumming as she eagerly sucked him.
She kissed his balls, holding his cock to the side and it extended beyond the back of her head. She sucked him, and put his cock down her throat, Deep throating him as I had never seen her do before, gagging a bit but still putting his cock down her throat.

She was holding the backs of his legs pulling his cock into her, taking it and rubbing it over her nipples, on occasional “OH GOD” moaning from her as he gave soft moans of pleasure himself, with saying “yeah” softly. She was pumping her hand over his cock, looking up at him as she sucked him.

He pulled her hair back and held it behind her head so he could see her mouth on him, also partially guiding her mouth up and down on him.

“I’m going to love fucking you doggie style” he said. He was moaning too, and then she stood up.

“You ready?” she asked as she let the dress fall, she stepped out of it while he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his pants, and he leaned over and stripped her thong off her. They kissed standing, both naked now, her hand on his hard cock and his fingers moving to her soaked pussy, flicking her clit quickly with his fingertips and sliding his fingers inside her.

“Yess, oh yes” he said. I was afraid he was going to slide his cock into her right there.

“Condoms,” I said, breaking my silence.

“You bring’em?” she asked.

Instead he picked up his pants, reached in the front pocket, and lay three foil packs of condoms onto the nightstand. I looked at them—Magnum XL size. When it rolled it down his cock it didn’t reach the bottom of his cock—and he climbed on the bed and rolled to his back, his cock sticking up, and she climbed on behind him, stroking his rubber clad cock. She moved over top of him, positioning her pussy over his cock that he guided up with one hand as she lowered herself slowly onto his cock, sliding his cock into my wife’s wet pussy. She held herself over his cock, bearing her weigh on her thighs with her feet flat on the bed beside him and moved up and down on his cock as he laid there and enjoyed it. She leaned back with him still inside her, placing her hands just above his knees, her feet flat, and slid his cock in and out of her with her pelvic thrusting, grunting an “Ahh” as she did with each down stroke, finally moving off her feet to her knees, now grinding her pussy against him, his long cock all the way inside her, his hands reaching her breasts and pulling on her nipples as the fucked.

She go louder, her grunts mixing with moans in a regular rhythm that matched her movements on his cock.

Her grunts were in Mmmhh, Mmmmmh, Mummmh and she got faster, moving back to her feet flat beside him and pumping up on his cock faster, her moans changing to Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh’s, her long hair waving back and forth, her breasts bouncing wildly, lost in the fucking. She kissed him as she rode his cock, “Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ahhhh, Ahhh” she was almost shouting, the gasping, back off her feet and grinding on him, leaning back, his hand groping and playing with her breasts mre, goind on like this for looong minutes.

Getting louder and louder and the she slowed, got quieter, and slowed, still with his cock inside her, and she moved off him, rolling to her hands and knees as he moved behind her to fuck her doggy style has he had promised.

Once he got inside her he pumped her fast a stroke or two and slapped her ass, softer the first time. I started to say something, as we hadn’t talked about having her ass slapped, but she said nothingi and he slapped her ass harder. She moaned in pleasure and I leaned back in the char. Then turning almost sideways with his left foot over her right shoulder, fucking her sideways, her ass and pussy up in the air with her shoulders flat on the bed, moving around to fuck her hard, and telling him, “Yess, mmmm, fuck me.” She said it lowered and he slapped her ass again, harder, reaching forward and pulling her hair back as he moved slowing in and out of her pussy, all the way inside her with his long cock, a loud “mmmmh, mmmuh” with each stroke, missed with slaps, and “ohhhh’s” and “Yessss,” She raised back to her hands and he held her ass on him as she ground and moved on his cock without her moving, holding onto her hair with one hand now, holding her hips against him only letting go to slap her ass or lean forward and squeeze her breast, holding onto it hard as she fucked against him, the she slowed and he pumped her, moving her back until his feet were on the floor, their bodies slapping as they rammed against each other.

She buried her head into the pillow so she could scream her muffled, “ooohh GOOood” and as he continued fucking her she begged, “come in my cunt” oohh come in my cunt. Tell me when you’re ready to come in my cunt.”

She came but he didn’t stop, slowing his fucking but never taking it out of her pussy. She moved her feet between her legs like Sam had done her. Slapping her ass every now and then, and she started having another orgasm.

“You like my black cock?” he ask as he fucked her,

“Yess,” and he slapped her ass when she answered, then he moved over her on his feet on the bed, leaning almost over top of her with his cock still buried in her pussy.

“You love my big dick?” he asked.

“Yess, you know I love it,”

SLAP

Oh my God, Oh my God, yesss.” He let his weight down on her pussy, her flat on the bed with her legs spread and his cock still inside her. “Yess, Yess”, she hissed through clenched teeth.

He took her left leg and pulled it up, picking up the pace, then rolling her to her side, one leg up, his cock inside her, one hand on her breast pulling it as she fucked him, “Oh yesss. “ohhh” throatier, “Muuuuh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh Yesss” through her teeth.

“Oh yess,” he said, and she answered.

She started building to another orgasm “Ohh fuck me” “I love how you fuck me” she breathed.

“You like my dick?”

“I love your dick,” she gasped.

“Oh yess, she repeated again. Slap.

“Um huh?” he said, pumping her faster.

“Oh God. Fuck me.”


“Um huh?” SLAP
“Oh God that feels so good.” Her ass was red with his handprints from his slapping of her ass. He started pumping her faster, then flattening her on the bed again. Holding one foot up.

“Oh fuck me. Cum in my cunt. Tell me when you’re gonna cum in my cunt”

Then her Muummh, Oh Mummmh Oh SLAP, SLAP, harder SLAP

“Oh cum” all mixing with their Yeahhhs,

You’re so wet,” he moans. Ohhh himself, mixing with her whimpers now.

“Yes.”

“I love it.” She said.

“That dick?”

“I do, I love it.” Slap

Oh yes.” SLAP

Mmmm?” SLAP

He slowed again. “Oh yeah.

“Yeah you do.”

“I do, you know it do. Fuck me. God you’re such a good fuck.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Ohhhhh” she breathed, “Oh yesss.”

I want you to cum, he said. Mmmh huh?

“Yess, you know I love it.”

She screamed as she came, and the she slowed, and stopped. “I need to take a break.”

“You want to rest a minute?”

“Yes, I need to take a break.” He didn’t move, just slowed, still fucking her.

“You know you like it.”

“I do, I do.” She said. “I love your cock in my pussy.”

She sat on the foot of the bed and he sat in the chair, pulling his briefs back on, and they talked for a few minutes about different chit-chat. She was taking her bare foot and running it up and down his leg, and then she fell to her knees in front of him, pulling his cock out the side of his briefs and sucking more, sucking him rock hard again and laying back again for him to keep fucking her.

He’d change position, fuck her for a while, move, fuck her some more, and she started her loud rhythmic cumming and started squirting as he fucked her. He loved it, saying she was on the second woman who had ever done that, and he pulled out for a minute to rest, and the lay on the bed, not cuddling but just beside each other resting.

She said something about trying a new position and I suggested reverse cowgirl, she he said “yeah” and she moved over him and I went to the front side so I could see his cock sliding into her. She was so quick that she had him cock inside her before I could get around and get the camera turned on,. “Shit, I missed it,” I exclaimed.

My wife, facing me, sitting on this guy’s big black cock buried into her pussy, looks me straight in the face and asks, “Want me to do it again?”

I nodded, and she moved off his cock, hovering her pussy over it, positioning it to her pussy with one hand, and lowered her body onto the top of it, rubbing it back and forth and then lowering her body all the way onto it, moving her pelvis around in a circle, and then she simply forgot I was there and began sliding up and down on his cock, leaning back, up and down, fucking like I could only imagine her fucking before, again cumming and sqiriting before finally moving off his cock and laying on the bed beside him.
They lay there for a few minutes and he told her he had another place he had to be, and he pulled his pants on, we shook hands and talked about another time, and he left.

At which point I began to fuck my wife. As I entered her she said, “I’m sore and a little raw from all that fucking, so go easy.”

I smiled and began fucking her myself—the first of four times before morning, which was the first time in years I've had that happen.

Same night--more sex

We all just sat there in silence. I had witnessed the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I watched the pale naked woman I had married curl up in the embrace of this large dark man she had just fucked. Everyone was smiling.
They lay there together for long minutes, her hands lightly caressing his leg. Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom, and I climbed on the bed. My wife came to me, pulled down my pants and began sucking my cock, on her knees, her ass in the air. Sam walked out of the room, took one look at the scene and pulled another rubber on, reaching her ass, pulling it to him, and again pounding her pussy from behind, this time as she sucked my cock. She had dreamed of a menage a trios as one of her favorite fantasies—and here she was checking another life long fantasy off her list.
I began to talk dirty to her, which was turning her on and she was moaning, he was telling her how adorable she was, pounding her and forcing her onto my cock, and she was soon gasping for air that she was grunting and as she held to my cock from the pounding her pussy was taking, saying “Oh my God” over and over, muffled by my cock in her mouth and finally just holding it to the side in her hand as she was being fucked by him.


This went on for long minutes, and she stopped sucking my cock, released her grip, and concentrated on the fucking Sam was giving her from behind. I moved off the bed and she never noticed that I had left, even though she had just lived her ménage a trios fantasy as well. She had had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy at the same time. At that moment she wasn’t thinking about anything except the pleasure of that cock continually pounding in and out of her body.

With two fucks in less than an hour everything got really casual, she lay still in his arms, they were talking in quiet voices, and occasionally he would lay on his back and she would playfully climb on top of him, rubbing her breasts in his face and he would suck them, but no one making any effort to initiate more fucking, which I was hot to see more of. I just watched their caresses and contact, and they started including me into the conversation.

We started talking about condoms and he said they usually gave him a rash and he had not worn one in over ten years. “The only other women I’ve been with have been my wife and the other woman I had told you about”. (He had mentioned in our conversations he had met with another couple from time to time). We decided that condoms wouldn’t be necessary.

They lay there caressing each other’s bodies, oblivious to me now. He rolled he to her back and kissed her, sucked her breasts again, a long time, lay his hand between her legs and began a slow finger fucking her pussy with his long middle finger going inside while his palm rubbed her clit and his fingers on either side of her pussy pressed down. Her legs opened wide, relaxed, and waiting. She started moving, rubbing his cock, getting him hard, and after a lot of touching and he moved between them, pulling up her legs to her shoulders, and guiding his bare cock into her open pussy.

He slid in quickly, bareback, and began a muscular pumping of my wife, his ass clinching at he sunk his cock balls-deep inside her. He moved higher, laying down on top of her, her left breast visible on my side, her face not, but the sounds of her fucking, the sounds of his body slapping against her’s on the downstrokes, and the little twitch in her body each time he rammed home as he fucked her just contributed to a wild fucking that was shaking the entire bed. She crossed her legs at her ankles behind his back and raised her pelvis so she could to meet his thrusting fuck, his body making long hard strokes in and out of her dripping pussy, never really going to a rapid pace but getting louder as he came closer to cuming, fucking her for long minutes, longer that I could ever imagine someone not cuming, and then he made a few grunts of his own.

He held his cock Anna inside her, making shorter strokes, all the way into her, his balls slapping against her, and then he gasped and lay still, kissing her, caressing her, making no effort to withdraw, and still inside her talking and caressing her body. He didn’t withdraw from her pussy for a long time. When he pulled out they just cuddled. Unlike what you read in the cuckold forums and blogs, there wasn’t a big deal made about his having just cum inside her.

They lay naked in the bed for the next hours, she’d suck him for a while, trying to get him hard, he’d caress her body, playing with her breasts, kissing and sucking them, she would get on top of him, hold his limber cock and rub it against her pussy. She wanted to fuck him again, but he concentrated on cuddling, making out, and soft caresses. Looking back on it now I think after three times he was through. That didn’t mean she didn’t try. If she wasn’t rubbing her breasts over her face she was sucking his cock. Any time they would just lay there and talk she hardly ever took her hand off his cock.

In their talk she mentioned toys, and she told him she had a dildo in the suitcase. He got it, moved on top of her in a missionary fuck position, and using the dildo, fucked her with it, kissing her constantly as he did. They lay there cuddling more, when he remembered he’d left his credit card at the bar, with the account open. He freaked, as he probably should have. He pulled on his clothes and left, planning to return later that evening. As the door closed I moved on the bed with my wife, her legs still open, and climbed between them. “How about this? I said, “Two men in less than 20 minutes—and my first sloppy seconds.” She smiled as I put my cock into her soaked pussy and began fucking her in the way I’ve spent over 20 years learning how to do. It didn’t last as long as he did, but it was still great. I finished, rolled to the side, and now we cuddled.

“I want him to spend the night here,” she said, “In bed with me. I’ll sleep in the middle.” We had talked from the beginning in emails with him and in conversations with her that I thought we needed some time with just me and her afterward to get a handle on our feelings, and to decide if we wanted to get together again the next morning. So much for plans. I said ok. He came back in about an hour, climbed into the bed and she rolled back into his arms. It was 3 a.m.

“If you start to fuck wake me up so I can watch,” was my only comment as I dozed off. Sometime in the night she moved toward me. I touched her, naked, and caressed her breast. She was very sleepy and he must have been doing the same thing with Sam. “Both of you all, I’m sleepy, keep your hands off of me” she grumpily said. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

I could see light through the curtains when I woke, around 9 a.m., and couldn’t believe what we had just done the night before. Not regret, or guilt, or second thoughts, just a smile to myself that it had actually occurred. And the realization how totally erotic everything that had happened. I pulled Anna to me, cuddling, and she lay there for a few minutes, her naked body against mine. Sam appeared still asleep. I took her hand and moved it to my cock, and she stroked me gently into hardness, holding my cock, and I moved my hand to the back of her head, gently touching it, nudging her head forward a single soft push and she moved down and began sucking me. I was rock hard. Sam stirred beside her and I touched her shoulder nudging the side she would roll if she rolled toward him. She took the hint, and pulled the cover back and moved from sucking my cock to instant to sucking his cock next. She started moaning, moved around to her hands and knees and I moved behind her, my cock parting her wet pussy and sliding in and began pumping her body, fucking her, as she woke up her black lover laying beside her with a hungry blow job.

As he woke further he saw what was happening, and moaned, “Oh yeah, every woman’s fantasy to get fucked and suck at the same time,” and as I continued, she got more animated in her sucking. I pulled out before I came and moved to get my camera. She moved to her back and he instantly rolled over top of her and slid his cock inside her. The move took less than an instant, and they began fucking in the dim light. I was holding her hand, and Sam was between her legs.

I was watching the tensing of his black ass jerk as he pumped his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy. She was loud and enjoying it, saying “fuck me, yes fuck me,” as he did, his body thrusting in and up into my wife in steady long strokes.

She gasped each time he his pelvis hit hers, shaking the bed, getting louder until they were both gasping in a crescendo of simple loud fucking. I took some pictures, opening the curtains so to get more light, and they never missed a beat as I did, moving faster as they both came very loud, at the same time.

Finally they both stilled, and held each other, their bodies still joined, and holding his cock inside her until he went soft, they rolled apart.

She lay there and he began to massage her body, running his hands over her, just lightly touching her, sometimes letting the heat from his hands do the touching, and then concentrating on her breasts, circling them, touching everything but her nipples, using his fingertips, tracing figure 8’s around her breasts with his fingertips, until he brushed her nipples. She was totally relaxed, laying there, naked, with this large man running his hands all over her. They broke so we could order breakfast from room service.

They were laying side by side when I handed them the room service menu, which we ordered, and they cuddled until the meal was delivered. I signed the check and wondered what the bellboy thought seeing a white guy answer the door and a white woman and large black man in the bed with a sheet over them. As he left I saw they had pulled pillows up over their heads. When they heard the door click they laughed, lowered the pillows and started kissing.

Anna remained naked, and I realized that she had not had clothing on since Sam has stripped it off of her early the night before. It was around 11 am. She made no effort to cover herself with a sheet, towel, robe, or clothing at any time. She was totally comfortable and acted totally natural to being naked with two men the entire time.

I told Sam we had a late check out, and after breakfast, they lay back on the bed and he talked about leaving, and I looked at my watch and the two of them together.

“I’d guess you have time for one for the road,” I said, and they started kissing more urgently.

Groping each other, Anna began sucking him again, and this time he got hard quicker. She moved over top of him and started to slide his cock into her but he rolled out from under her and pulled her up to her hands and knees again, the same position she had been in the night before when he had fucked her for the first time.
He stepped to her, guided his bareback cock to her pussy and slid inside, pumping and fucking her, holding his hands behind his head at one point and still pounding her. He paused once and Anna moved back against him, fucking herself against his stationary body, and then he grabbed the sides of her hips and began pounding again, finally fucking her until he came inside her pussy for the second time that morning.

They lay there a while, and talked, and he got up, dressed, we shook hands, told each other what a good time we’d had, and he left.
I looked back at my wife on the bed, her sly smile appearing again, and moved back on to her for my second sloppy seconds of the weekend.
Afterward we showered, packed, and started the drive home. After about an hour she commented, “I’m a little sore, my pussy is actually throbbing a little.”
“Like it needs another cock put in it?” I asked.
“Yes, I think that is exactly it,” she smiled back.

After he left I gave her an ankle bracelet with a Q and a spade on it. “Queen of Spades” She asked what it was for and I told her—to signify she had had sex with a black man. She smiled and left it on, and has worn it almost constantly since. No one has noticed by the way, and I think we are both a little disappointed that no one yet has. At one point in their cuddling after fucking, when she had what he called the “AS” look, (after sex) he told her he treated her like a queen, but he was the king. When she told me that I added, “well he may be the king, but I’m the Ace of Hearts”, which I had her added to the bracelet.

On the way home we talked about it, both smiling at each other, shocked at the lack of guilt or regret. And one point she said, “I’m a little sore actually,” and then a little later she smiled, “My pussy is still throbbing, I can still almost feel him going in and out of me.”

Journal Entry: We catch ourselves looking at each other, a half-smile on both our faces—it is like we have an inside joke that no one knows. We now know we have this bad side that can get crazy, and we both understand.

It has taken me nearly three weeks to sort through the photos, the video I set on a stationary tripod, and sizing and cropping the photos before I understood there was just too much for me to see, let alone record that night. When I review the photos I usually see a few things that I missed the first time, their bodies embracing each other and only on the third viewing when I lighten the photo that I see she’s stroking his cock as they do, just little interesting things that get me horny all over again.

The list of what happened to us that night is unbelievable. She went out in public with a basically sheer top with just an open blazer over it. She fucked someone in front of me, she fucked a black guy, she let me watch her get fucked, she laid around naked with me and another man for 12 hours, she fucked someone while I filmed it, she fucked someone while I shot photos, she sucked him, he finger-fucked her, he used a dildo on her, he fucked her while she sucked me, I fucked her while she sucked him, she slept in a bed with two men who had both fucked her that night—and again that morning.

That day after he had left and we both showered, put on clean clothed, and packed to leave I looked at her. She didn’t look any different, the same beautiful woman, the same smile, but there was a closeness there too. “Thank you for letting me do this,” she said.

Journal Entry: Yes, we have asked Sam when he wanted to do a repeat, and he does. The next meet-up is in about 2 weeks.