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It was late June, nine years ago, as I stood in the doorway to George’s apartment. George was my wife’s Black, retired bodybuilder, and lover, and he had just scooped her up in his arms to head back to his bedroom. Anne, my wife, laughed and motioned for me to return with them as George put her down in front of the bedroom door.
I closed his front door and then hustled down the hallway. Once in the bedroom, I could see that George had already removed the shorts he was wearing, and was now fully nude on his large, kingsized bed. He had been wearing workout shorts when we had arrived moments earlier, so he did not have to exert much effort to disrobe.
My wife was in the process of removing her tight shorts and tee shirt as I approached.
Anne looked at me and said, “You too you wanted a threesome, so may as well join in!”
My wife had planned on changing into a slinky, silver dress for tonight’s festivities, but clearly, that was not going to happen yet. Of course, the night was still very young, but I could tell that she and George had a sense of ual chemistry, the kind of chemistry that made it clear that clothes were not going to be worn a whole lot when they were together.
I had no problem disrobing, as this was not our first group session, but I was a little intimidated by George’s massive, dark dong. I had always felt condiment in my aboveaverage size penis, but George took things to a whole different level. Still, I joined them in the naked revelry, although I was a bit unsure what to do, as they had already started making out and groping one another aggressively on the bed.
My wife seemed to sense my apprehension and briefly looked away from George to glance at me.
Anne said, “Don’t be shy. We’re all gonna get nice and comfortable. And don’t worry I know you’ll get extra hard if George goes first, so for now, you can stroke that cock and watch. And remember, you might have to wait, but the night is still young!”
I gasped as my wife turned back to George and began stroking his cock while kissing him. I started stroking myself as well, taking care not to take things too far, lest I spoil my quest for sloppy seconds. Anne was standing on the bed and was only slightly taller than George, who was standing on the floor.
My wife then knelt on the edge of the bed and began sucking George’s massive black dong. She could not take all of it in her mouth, but she certainly tried. I remember almost when George got my attention.
He said, “Hey hubby, come here. Help your wife out, maybe pull that hair back a little, or hold her head.”
Eager to move on from my current role of random masterbator, I happily joined in on the action, pulling my wife’s hair back with one hand, and firmly holding her head in place with my other, so that George could essentially fuck her face. The sounds Anne made were so lewd, so straight out of a nasty porn scene, that I almost came spontaneously, with no stimulation. I felt my balls starting to ache and realized that if all went well, I was going to cum hard tonight.
Gradually, I switched to focus on keeping my wife’s hair pulled back, but remained mesmerized, watching George’s long, thick, dark cock, pistoning in and out of my wife’s small, pale mouth. Occasionally, she would gag, or stop for air. During one of these breaks, George pointed to a tube of lube and said, “Why don’t you get her ready?”
Why not, I thought to myself. As I went for the lube, my wife slightly adjusted her position, so her ass was a little more up off the ground, as if she knew exactly what was coming. I admired my wife’s fit, but bubbly butt, before generously pouring some lubricant onto my hand. I then used my hand and fingers to work the lube into her already wet and wanting vagina. As I inserted two at first, and then three, fingers, Anne moaned in pleasure.
However, I knew that what she really wanted, really needed down there, was currently pumping in and out of her cut y mouth. Finally, George had had enough oral, and was ready to move onto the main course Anne’s pussy.
George groaned, “Whew, baby, you almost got me! But I need to get behind that white ass before I nut.”
Then he and Anne both laughed. As he got behind her, his massive cock pointing straight at my little wife’s ass, he grabbed the bottle of lube from me and poured a generous stream down his big dark dong. Then, with his right hand, he flopped it onto one of my wife’s ass cheeks, making a slippery splashing sound as it landed. As I gazed at it, I had no idea how she could possibly take even half of it.
Of course, I knew Anne could handle a big dick, much bigger than when we first got into the lifestyle. And I knew that she and George fucked pretty regularly, so I knew there was a chance she could take most of it. But I was surprised when George swiftly, and with a grunt, thrust almost all eleven inches into my wife’s cunt in one quick stroke.
Anne yelped and then began whimpering and moaning as George began thrusting. I was back to stroking my cock, completely turned on and engrossed with the scene in front of me. I briefly got in front of Anne to see if she would perhaps suck my cock, but I could tell from the intensity of her squeals that George from behind was about as much as she could handle.
I ran my hand through her sweaty hair and said, “Feeling good, babe, everything ok?”
Anne gasped and then said, “Oh God, yes. It feels so good.”
Then she groaned again, and screamed to George, “George, oh God, baby, please don’t come yet, you hear me? Please don’t stop me. Oh God, I’m gonna cum again!”
George just laughed and then slapped my wife’s ass. Then he said to Anne, “I’m tryin’ baby, but your ass is just so damn hot.”
Then he smacked my wife’s ass again and said, “Anne tell your husband how much you like Black cock. Right now, why I’m makin’ you cum, tell him. I know he wants to hear it.”
George was right, and as he said this, he smacked Anne’s gorgeous ass a couple more times. I almost came from the sheer hotness of the moment.
Anne looked over her shoulder, and then at me and cried, “You know I love it baby, and you know I’m gonna want this Black dick again, right? And you like that, don’t you, baby? You like watching your hot little wife take a Big Black Cock.”
“Yeah, fuck yeah,” I gasped. Again, I was close to cumming but had stopped stroking. My balls were profoundly aching at this point, but I was determined to last until Anne let me enter her used cunt.
I then grabbed Anne’s sweaty hair again and responded, “And I always wanted a slut for a wife, and now I’ve got one. Don’t worry babe, any time you need his big dick, you have my permission!”
That seemed to turn Anne on even more, and she started cumming on George’s big dick for the third or fourth time. I sensed a change in George’s thrusting and grunting at this point. I heard him moan, then watched as he thrust deeply into my wife, and stayed there.
I watched George’s face contort as he kept his cock balls deep in Anne and realized he was cumming. Finally, he let out a satisfied grunt, as did my wife. He smacked her ass one more time, and then gradually pulled out, continued to moan his pleasure.
Kneeling behind my wife, his now shiny and slowly deflating cock in hand, George said, “Oh man, that was great, Anne. Goddamn! You need to bring your husband again. That was extra hot!”
Anne moaned in approval, and I said, “I’m available any time.”
We all laughed, and then I began positioning myself to get behind Anne for my turn. The sight of George’s cum dripping out of my wife’s cunt while she was still face down, ass up, was so hot I almost popped. But as I got behind her, Anne turned to me and wagged a finger at me.
She said, “Not yet remember, good things come to those who wait. Let’s take a break, maybe grab a drink, and then ummm round two?”
Anne left that hanging, but George and I both nodded in vigorous agreement, although I was uncertain if I’d be able to go anywhere with my current case of blue balls. Anne and George had gotten dressed, as did I. I noticed that she had continued to wear her casual summer outfit from earlier, meaning that the slinky dress would probably be saved for next time. I actually kind of liked that, and joined them, hobbling with my aching balls, as we made our way to a local small bar that served cocktails and played oldschool jazz.
After a few rounds of drinks, with only one for me, so I could drive us home later, we returned to the apartment. After a couple of stiff drinks, Anne was extra randy, and clearly in need of a second helping of George’s big dick. We all stripped nude once again, this time in the living room, although I noticed that Anne had left her shoes on this time. This in no way inhibited her from mounting George cowgirl style, on his fake leather couch, and engaging in some preintercourse foreplay.
Anne had straddled George and was on top of him, stroking his monstrous Black cock. I thought about reaching out and fingering my wife’s cunt, but just as I did, Anne lifted her butt off of George just a little bit and then straightened herself, and slowly descended on his large dark dong. I watched in awe as she lowered herself onto him, his massive dark member disappearing into my wife’s pale pink pussy. It was so hot, I nearly came in my hand for the second time that night. But my willpower was resolute, and I was determined to get my sloppy seconds.
Anne was able to take almost all of George’s eleven inches, and I found myself in a state of perpetual near orgasm as I listened to her moan as she began moving up and down, slowly George from on top. Eventually, George once again called out for me to join in, this time helping him and Anne up so that George could fuck my wife standing up. I held my wife almost lovingly from behind while George lifted himself off of the couch to a standing position, keeping his cock buried in Anne’s pussy. George stood upright, holding my wife firmly while heaving her up and down on his cock.
After less than a minute, he started to run out of gas, and I helped him lay Anne down on the living room floor. As I helped George lay Anne on her back, I briefly crouched over her, with my erect cock and balls hovering over her face. While positioned there, I could smell my wife’s wet and wanting cunt, and could feel my cock growing painfully hard. As I prepared for George to mount her again from the missionary position, I felt Anne’s tongue and fingers gently massaging my balls, almost as if to reassure me that I would finally get my turn with my wife’s y body.
From here, George fucked my wife hard, missionary style, until he came. Anne was screaming at the end.
I had approached her seconds before George’s ejaculations and asked, quite loudly, “Do you want his cum baby? Huh, do you want it?”
Anne responded, “Fuck yes, George, cum in my pussy, now!”
I could tell from the ensuing grunts and breathing, that George was cumming in my wife. When he had finished, he was perched over Anne, leaning over her, his weight supported by his massive arms. He slowly rolled himself and his big cock off of my wife, and I got a very enticing visual of George’s second load slowly oozing out of my wife’s used cunt.
At this point, I was still naked, rockhard, and suffering from a titanic case of blue balls. I needed to cum desperately, and Anne finally obliged me. I knelt between her legs, still quivering from the hard with George, and entered her cum filled pussy. I thrust and felt her warmth, along with the slipperiness of George’s semen. I looked down at my cock while I pistoned in and out of Anne, and could see a shiny sheen from the presence of her previous lover’s cum, and immediately felt myself losing control. Before long, I too was erupting inside my wife, crying out in pleasure as my aching balls finally felt some relief.
After cumming, I smacked my wife’s ass, as did George. He looked at Anne and said, “Damn that was fine, baby. And looks like hubby had a good time too?”
I also asked Anne if she had enjoyed herself. Ever the lady, she responded, “Fuck yeah.”
George was quick to ask Anne for her thoughts on Black Cock. Anne said, “You both know I love it, and you both know I’ll be back for more!”
Anne looked at me mischievously after she said this, knowing it would likely get me hard again, or at least excited enough for her to tease me before bed.
Eventually, George and I both found ourselves nude, reclining in a couple of plush chairs in his bedroom, while my wife took a quick postcoital shower. We were both partially engorged, our cocks hanging leisurely between our legs, with George’s dangling down quite a bit lower and longer than mine. But in that moment, I felt no jealousy or inadequacy—only satisfaction and pleasure.
While my wife showered, George looked at me and asked, “Think she’s satisfied?”
I could tell he was being humorous and asking rhetorically, but I answered anyway, saying, “I’d think so. Although I do know my wife loves cock, a lot!”
We both laughed and then George said, “How about you? Your fantasies come true or what?”
Thoughtfully, I responded, “Well, mostly. There’s one thing I’d love to see, but I don’t think it will ever happen….”
When I trailed off, George perked up, smiled, and exclaimed, “It’s gangbang, isn’t it? You wanna see her take on a room full of guys I can tell.”
Then he burst into his baritone laugh again. When I just looked back at him awkwardly, before letting out a chuckle, he exclaimed, “Shit man, it’s true. I can make that happen, you know. Just say the word and boom!”
I cleared my throat and said, “Well, I’d have to get Anne “
George interrupted me, saying, “I can get her interested trust me, if you want a group thing, it’ll happen.”
But we had to leave our conversation there, as just then, my wife came back to the bedroom from her shower, striding ily across the room. She kissed George passionately, before noticing that we had been talking.
“Am I interrupting something?” Anne asked.
“No,” George and I both stammered simultaneously.
George then said, “I’ll have something to share with you at our next date.”
George then looked at me and said, “If that’s okay, of course.”
I just nodded my head, as we all knew that we were deep enough into the lifestyle, that just about anything was okay at this point.
Anne then said, “Well, okay. Hubby and I need to get going gotta get back to family life before someone comes looking for us.”
She laughed but made it clear that we were truly leaving. Dutifully, I got up from the chair, kissed my wife on the neck, and walked her out to the car, with George, where she made out with him briefly one more time, before finally turning herself back over to me, her husband, for the ride home. Ahh, the joys of having a hot wife in an open marriage, I thought to myself.
Once home, and in our bedroom, my wife and I engaged in some pillow talk. The conversation went back over how much fun we had had, and how y we both felt, after our evening with George. It did not take long for my dick to get hard again, but Anne said, halfjokingly, that she was withholding until the following weekend.
When I asked what for, she reminded me that she had planned a date night with her lover Alex and that she would prefer that I be fully ually charged when I reclaimed her. All I could think about was what George would reveal to her on their next date, which was also in the process of being arranged. So we kissed, and then fell asleep, knowing that another adventure awaited…
