During Christmas vacation we took our kids and went to Idaho again, staying with Rhonda's family for several days. One day while the kids were out playing I suggested we call Gary to see if we could visit him. She gave me such a surprised look I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. But she called and arranged for us to go to see him at his house.
He lived just outside of town on a nice quiet farm, with a small pond and a large barn. He loved animals and had quite a variety. He showed us around his place, and then offered us something to drink. We talked about a lot of different things, and the two of them seemed quite comfortable and happy.
I could see in Rhonda's eyes how she felt about him. I never once thought she wanted to leave me for him, but I felt she wanted to know what he was like to be with sexually, since she never got the chance when they were dating. They sat next to each other as he showed her a photo album of his kids. I saw his hand brush her leg, and she responded with a little catch of her breath.
I knew she secretly wanted him but would never tell me. Again, I never felt threatened. I just wanted her to be happy and never have any regrets. While they sat next to each other on the sofa, I excused myself to go look at his animals.
I kissed Rhonda on the forehead and smiled at her warmly, saying that I would be back in about thirty minutes or so. She looked deep into my eyes and gave me a loving look. I just nodded to let her know it was okay. Then I left.
I thought about Rhonda and Gary as I walked around looking at the property and the animals. I knew what was going on in the house. I just hoped it would help Rhonda to feel that she had lived her life with no regrets, and that her desires had been fulfilled. I have never wanted to feel that I missed out on something that I wished I had done, no matter how unconventional it might be.
About thirty minutes later, Rhonda walked into the barn where I was standing. When I heard her footsteps I turned to face her, and was struck by how beautiful she looked. She just smiled at me, told me she loved me and thanked me. At that moment I realized again just how much I loved her and how badly I wanted her.
I suggested we stop at a motel on the way back to her family's house. We were undressing each other as soon as we closed the door to the motel room. I pulled her blouse from her body and admired her large breasts, covered by her lacy bra.
As I unfastened her bra her breasts drooped a little, but looked as sexy as ever. Her large nipples stood out erect and proud.
I tried to imagine what Gary had thought when he saw them. I thought that he probably grabbed them and squeezed them together. I started sucking on her nipples while wondering if Gary had done the same thing only an hour or so ago. I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down her legs.
I gazed admiringly at my wife, standing in front of me in just her panties. I could see her dark pubic hair showing through the white material. She turned slowly around, showing me her firm round ass cheeks, and then turned back to face me, smiling warmly.
Soon I had removed her panties and she was lying on her back across the bed. I removed the rest of my clothes and lay down next to her. I gave her a deep passionate kiss to let her know everything was okay with me. More than anything I wanted her to know I loved her and understood how she felt, and why she had to do what she did, and also that I had no problem with Gary being a part of our life in the future.
I continued to kiss her as I rubbed her breasts lovingly, and then moved my hands down her body. I could feel the wetness of Gary's semen in Rhonda's pubic hair. Slowly I moved between her legs and lay on top of her. I still remember how soft her breasts felt pressed against my chest. I wondered what Gary had thought as he finally slid his penis inside Rhonda after so many years.
As I entered her I thought of how she must have felt when Gary entered her. I wondered if it would have been better for her if I had not been just outside the house while she did it. It didn't matter. As I trembled on the brink of orgasm I again thought of Gary, twitching as he felt himself about to come inside my wife; and of Rhonda, crying out with joy as her high school sweetheart emptied himself inside her.
Rhonda never told me exactly what happened in that house, and I never asked. But our marriage is as good and as strong as it ever was, and our sex life is even better. Just last night she surprised me by joining me in the shower, where she slid to her knees and gave me a fantastic blowjob while I was still trying to get the shampoo out of my hair.
I don't know what will happen the next time we go to see her family. But I will have no problem if she decides to visit Gary again. This time I will let her go alone to have more privacy. All I want is for my wife to be happy.—
J.S., Reno, Nevada
HIS WIFE HAS A THING FOR BARE BLACK COCK, AND HE JUST WANTS HER TO BE HAPPY
My wife Tammy is crazy about black men. She loves what she sees as their raw power and strength. Our marriage is a union of her need for big black lovers and my desire to please her and keep her happy.
I knew what I was getting into before we were married. After we had been dating six months I knew I had to have her. But Tammy made it clear to me that she wasn't a one-man woman. She said, “Fred, I love you, But you wouldn't satisfy me with that little cock of yours.”
I told her I figured she was right, and I asked her what she had in mind. She said this handsome black guy at work had been hitting on her. She wanted him too, but had been afraid of me finding out. I looked at her and told her to go for it. I also said I wanted to hear all the details. Then she asked me if she should make him wear a condom, as she always insisted that I do. I said yes.
After that I didn't see or hear from Tammy for a week. Finally she showed up at my house, saying she was sorry for not calling, but that she had been with Larry, the black man. Then she told me the details.
“Fred, Larry has a cock twice the size of yours, and it's really thick. He reaches places you could never get to. The reason why I haven't called you is because I've been sleeping with Larry every night. I hope you're not mad.”
“No,” I said. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Another thing,” Tammy said. “Larry only used a condom twice. He was complaining it was too tight, so he stopped. And Fred, I love it that way! Larry shoots so much creamy seed in me that I'll never be the same! Fred, do you still love me after all I've told you?”
“Yes, Tammy, I do.”
“Good, Fred, that's all I needed to know. Fred, do me a favor. Please eat my pussy. Larry has made me so sore down there. I need a rubdown with your tongue.”
As I started licking and sucking her pussy I realized it was wetter than usual. “That's right, Fred,” Tammy said. “It's Larry's come you're eating. Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I said. “I love it! Marry me!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You know I might be pregnant,” she said.
“That's okay. I will always love you and Larry's kids. I wouldn't want it any other way.”
Tammy was so happy she said she would let me fuck her, but she wanted me to use a condom, as she didn't want my sperm to get mixed up with Larry's. I was fine with that. After we fucked and I had filled that condom with my jism, Tammy asked me to dump the contents down my throat. She wanted me to get used to the taste. She had a date with Larry later on, and she said she would come back afterwards and let me eat his sperm from her cunt.
I was perfectly happy to take second place to Larry in Tammy's sex life. I knew she would always take black cock over mine, but still we set a date and got married. We took Larry along on our honeymoon, and most of the time it was his cock that was in my wife's beautiful pussy. But finally I got to watch. The first time I could hardly believe my eyes. Tammy must have come three times in fifteen minutes with Larry's cock pounding away at her. It was so exciting watching her cunt getting filled up with Larry's seed. Afterwards Tammy looked at me, pointed to her crotch and said, “Fred, I've got your wedding present down here!” I tell you, Larry was fascinated watching me eat his seed out of my wife's cunt.
Well, that's how it's been for the last four years or so. Tammy lets me fuck her with a condom on occasion, but not too often. She says she can't feel my cock, so why bother? And she knows I always get satisfaction out of eating her sweet pussy.
I love her so much, and just want her to be happy.—
F.E., Pensacola, Florida
A LAP DANCE AT A STRIP CLUB TURNS INTO A BACK-SEAT FOURSOME FOR HIS SEXY WIFE
Two very significant things happened to me last year. Early in the year my wife Dana began taking testosterone supplements for her menopause, which kicked her sex drive into high gear. Then she decided she needed a new body and had her tummy tucked, her face lifted and her breasts augmented from a sagging A-cup to a firm C-cup.
I got a real charge out of watching other men stare at my wife's new saline-inflated boobs. The only down side was that she absolutely refused to flaunt them. That's when I began teasing her about taking her to a strip joint and having her give me a lap dance. The more I teased her, the more I became obsessed with making it happen.
This past weekend all the ingredients finally came together. The kids were out of town, so we made plans to go out for a romantic dinner and then to a nightclub for some drinking and dancing. Then we were going to come home for some hot and kinky sex. Only Dana didn't know that I had a different plan in mind.
On the night in question she made things real easy, as if she actually wanted my fantasy to come true. First of all she wore a tailored red dress that did a good job of showcasing her shapely new body. Underneath it she wore a white bra with matching panties, garter belt, stockings and white high-heeled sandals.
At our candlelit dinner she discarded her usual two-drink rule and had five glasses of wine. Alcohol does a great job of killing her inhibitions, and the wine put her in a very lascivious mood. After dinner we drove to a certain club I know that caters to gentlemen but also welcomes couples.
Dana was in such a fog that she didn't realize what kind of club it was until we were sitting at our table. When she figured it out, she grabbed my arm and said, “I'll stay, but I'm not stripping for you.”
We sat there for about an hour, drinking and watching the dancers, and then these two handsome young hunks sat down at the table next to us. They soon began eyeing my wife and smiling at her, and when she didn't object I began to sense some kind of sexual chemistry building between them. After a while I noticed that the guys were staring at Dana's legs. I looked down at her crossed legs and saw that she had opened a couple of buttons and folded her dress open to a point where they could see the tops of her stockings.
I began getting aroused as I sat there thinking of all the sexual possibilities. Figuring things might heat up more quickly if I wasn't there, I headed off to the men's room. On my return, my cock began to harden when I found the two hunks sitting at our table talking to Dana.
She introduced them to me as Tommy and Chuck, from Houston. The more we talked and drank, the more flirtatious Dana got with them. The sexual innuendos were getting thick and heavy, and finally Chuck flipped out a hundred-dollar bill and asked the pertinent question. “How about a lap dance?”
The alcohol had done its job. Dana picked up the money, leaned over to me and said, “Here's what you've been longing for.” As the band began a new number she stood between Chuck's outspread legs and slowly started a seductive, gyrating dance. Even in her tipsy state she gave a pretty good performance.
Everyone in our area was watching my wife as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress. She carefully peeled the dress off and threw it to me. Then she stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the waistband of her panties. A couple of other men came up and deposited more money in her panties. She turned her back to Chuck and he unsnapped her bra. She teasingly removed it, exposing those luscious, firm tits for everyone to drool over, and then draped the bra over Chuck's head.
Even though she wasn't dancing for me, I still felt pretty good watching my favorite fantasy finally coming true. There was my forty-something wife, wearing only panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels, shaking her perfect 36C tits inches from Chuck's face.
The number ended, and Dana sat on Chuck's lap as everyone in the surrounding area gave a big round of applause. She wrapped her arm around Chuck's neck and gave him a long French kiss as he bravely copped a quick feel. Then she got up, gulped down the last of her beer and said loudly, “Take me home, honey. I need to be fucked!”
I quickly helped her on with her dress, and we made a hasty retreat out of the club. When we got to our car, instead of getting in the front seat Dana crawled into the back, lay down, and removed her panties. “Come on, honey,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me. Fuck me right now.”
After her little performance I was more than ready to accommodate her request. I dropped my pants, slid in on top of her and aligned my hard-on with her hungry pussy. Just as I penetrated her fully there was a sudden rap on the window. I looked up, and there were Tommy and Chuck, looking in at us and holding up my wife's bra. By now Dana was totally out of control. She reached back to open the door and then pulled down Tommy's zipper as she told him, “I need to suck your cock.”
I paused with my pulsing dick deep inside my wife as she bent her head back, opened her mouth wide and engulfed the grinning stud's nine-inch erection. Watching that strange cock sliding in and out of my wife's mouth was more eroticism than my cock could stand. I started plunging into her pussy, and it only took a few strokes before I was filling her hot hole with the biggest load of my life.
I backed out and jumped into the front seat. Chuck, pulling out his own sizable shlong, took my place, moving between Dana's outstretched legs and ramming the full length of his erection into her hot pussy. I knelt up on the seat and watched, hardly able to believe I was observing my once-virgin bride, now a mother of two, eagerly taking on two studs almost half her age.