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JOYCE: I met my husband, John when I was a sophomore in college. He was the proverbial older man; a 40 year old widower with two teenage sons. Boys my age always seemed immature to me so when he hit on me in the local coffee shop I was intrigued. I was a virgin although I had relieved a couple of my earlier dates with my hand to prevent “blue balls”, whatever that is. I enjoyed a sense of power when they neared their climax and spurted gook all over the back seat but otherwise I didn’t feel much excitement. John changed all that with his slow, tender lovemaking. I soon learned the joy of sex with a real man.

We got pretty serious pretty quickly. My parents were dismayed with the situation but soon became resolved to it and grew to love John finally. We married within 6 months of our first date. His sons were quite amused to have a step-mom nearer their age than their dad’s; plus I was a great help with homework while I finished my degree.

Now, 15 years later, my only regret is that we never had a child together although the sons are providing grandkids for me to enjoy. And a fringe benefit of no child-bearing and lots of time in the gym is that my figure is nearly as tight as when we met. It has been a wonderful relationship and life together couldn’t be better.

Not surprisingly, after 15 years with the same sex partner, things have become rather routine. I know that John sometimes watches porn in his office and lately John has begun to whisper things to me while making love; things involving other men. It excites me but I couldn’t really imagine sex with anyone but him. On occasion my own imagination gets active when I see an attractive man but I have never seriously contemplated straying.

Recently on a very hot Friday morning John said, “Let’s go up to the mountains for a weekend in the cool air. We’ll take our clubs and play some golf.” So, off we went, I called ahead for a room in our favorite motel while he drove.

We went directly to the golf course and ate lunch there waiting for a tee time to open. The course was busy so they paired us with another twosome: a tall handsome black man and a teenage local boy who is on his school golf team. John and Frank, the other man, hit it off immediately and I soon was a fifth wheel as the guys got into the game. There was plenty of banter, some age related, some a bit sexual.

It turns out that Frank had been a nationally ranked college tennis player until a smashed knee from a car accident ended his career. Now he reps a sportswear manufacturer, going around to golf courses, gyms, etc. By the end of the round we learned that Frank was staying at our motel, so John invited him to have dinner with us.

We went to our favorite Sushi restaurant. The guys seemed to engage in a lot of suggestive talk, especially whether black guys are better equipped than white. Maybe it was the before dinner cocktail or the free flowing wine but I found myself wondering what it would be like to make love with Frank. I think that John gets a kick out of seeing other men come on to his young sexy wife. I tried to remain demure and composed but I couldn’t help sneaking occasional glances at Frank with a less than chaste eye. I don’t know if he noticed, but I’m pretty sure that John did. Frank was very slim and well built with touches of grey at the temples but otherwise short black hair. He was perhaps 40 years old. We managed to drink two bottles of wine with dinner.

Back at the motel we said goodnight and Frank went to his room. In our room I asked John if he would like to go to the hot tub. He said he needed to do a bit of work on his laptop first but sent me on ahead. I half suspected that I would find him conked out on the bed when I finally gave up waiting in the spa for him.

Not long after I had settled into the hot water with a sigh, I heard a voice say, “We meet again. May I join you?” It was Frank. As he hung up his towel, My eyes drifted from his broad shoulders down over his rippling abs to the bulge in his skimpy suit. My stomach did a little flip. “Of course, come on in. John said he would be along but the golf and wine tires him out so I’m not sure I should expect him,” I replied. Frank sat opposite me in the small hot tub; I had to pull in my feet to avoid contact.

“I don’t suppose a round of golf is too much for you at your age and excellent shape,” he said.

“No, but my feet get a little tired.” Hearing that, he reached down, picked up my foot and began to give it a gentle massage. I gasped initially, then simply sighed with pleasure. Even in my slightly drunk state an alarm went off in my head, but I was enjoying the rub too much to stop it. I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

After a couple of minutes he placed my foot in his lap and reached down for the other one. My foot touched his junk which was definitely firm and, without thinking, I pressed against it. The sudden realization of what I was doing caused me to recoil. I pulled both feet away from him and sat up. Just then a young couple arrived to use the spa. I stood and stepped out to make room for them. Frank got out too. We wrapped our towels around our shoulders and walked toward our rooms.

As we walked away he asked if John and I would like to have a drink with him in his room. “Oh I expect to find him snoring on our bed with his laptop on his chest. He isn’t as young as he used to be.” “Then won’t you join me? I hate to drink alone.” It was still early and I couldn’t think of a reason to say no, so I said ok. His room was right across the parking lot from ours. I decided not to check on John.

As soon was the door to his room closed Frank turned, took me in his arms and kissed me lightly on the lips. I must have responded because, after momentarily looking into my eyes, he kissed me again deeply. His lips felt warm and wonderful and I let his tongue slip between mine. Just as quickly we separated and I could feel my cheeks getting red with shame. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” he said. In my embarrassment I said, “I have to go to the bathroom.” It was lame but I needed time to clear my head.

He replied, “Okay, I’ll go get some ice for our drinks,” and he left before I could say anything more. My cheeks were red and I felt hot and disoriented. I ran onto the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the toilet lid. What in hell was I doing kissing some strange man in his hotel room in my bikini. I couldn’t think straight and was suddenly shivering. I turned on the shower, stripped off my suit and stepped under the hot water.

A few minutes later I heard him return and I wasn’t sure if I had locked the door so I got out of the shower. There was a motel robe hanging on the door; I put it on and stepped into the bedroom. Frank handed me a drink, pecked me on the cheek and said, “A quick shower sounds good to me. I’ll be right out.” I suspect he wanted to give me time be sure what I wanted. He went into the bathroom but didn’t close the door completely and stripped off his suit. When he bent to open the tap I could see his cock. He was definitely bigger than John, a lot. My hand shook as I took a sip of my drink.

The whiskey hit me hard and I suddenly panicked. “What in hell am I doing here; I’m a married woman and this man clearly wants to fuck me.” I would never cheat on John. I put the drink down and ran barefoot across the parking area to our room. I had to knock to be let in because I had left all my stuff behind in my panic.

When John opened the door I rushed into his arms and babbled, “You don’t know what I almost just did.”

He held me and said, “I suspect that I do. I was just coming out to the spa when I saw you go into Frank’s room. I have been sitting here imagining what was happening over there.” That is when I realized that he was naked and had an erection. I kissed him deeply in an effort to cancel my bad behavior.

“Nothing happened. I guess I have had too much to drink.” I went and sat in one of the bar stools, ready to apologize further for my indiscretion. Just then there was a noise at the door. John went and opened it to find a motel laundry bag with my things in it at our door. He leaned out and called, “Come on back, Frank. We were just discussing you. Come have a drink.” I began to panic wondering what he would say to Frank.

Frank came to the door wearing shorts and a tee shirt and looking very sexy. John invited him to sit on the other bar stool. “Let me put on some pants and I’ll make the drinks.” No mention was made of his nakedness. Once again I began to get a queer feeling in the pit of my stomach and my legs felt weak and shaky. He sat across from me without saying anything; he just looked in my eyes. He pointedly avoided looking down to where the robe fell away exposing my knees and thighs and I’m not sure how much else. “Joyce was about to tell me what happened, or didn’t quite happen,” John said as he set glasses out on the counter.

As he leaned over me to pour he grasped the sash of my (Frank’s) robe and undid it. The robe fell open exposing my pubic area to Frank, only 2 feet away. I was paralyzed; the heat rising in my entire body but I couldn’t even try to cover myself. Frank seemed to be trying not to look down there, continuing to stare into my eyes.

John said, “You know, Joyce was a virgin when we met and has never been with anyone but me. And I have been thinking that our sex life has become rather pedestrian.” Then he gently slipped the robe off my shoulders, leaving me entirely naked to Frank’s view. He continued talking but was drowned out by the roaring my ears and my eyes dropped to Frank’s shorts where his growing erection was actually peeking out of his pant leg. My nipples were hard a little bullets and that feeling in the pit of my stomach was so intense I couldn’t swallow.

Handing Frank his drink, John caressed one of my breasts with the hand that had put ice in our glasses. His cool hand sent a thrill through me as he gently pinched the nipple. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked. Frank finally spoke, “Yes, very beautiful,” as he stood up, his now hard cock pressing into my knee. He leaned into me and, looking to John, asked,”May I?”. John didn’t respond, he just gently pushed me toward Frank and stood back to watch.

I was barely able to stand but Frank placed his strong arms around me and pulled me close as his lips met mine and his tongue began to slip into my mouth. I slipped my hands under his T and as I felt his firm pecs I look inquiringly at John who just nodded and smiled. The kiss went straight to my vagina; I haven’t had that hot excited reaction for quite a while.

I raised the hem of his T over his head and wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him again. My hard nipples contacted his chest with a thrill and I could feel his cock head wetting my thigh where it stuck out of his shorts. Without thinking of consequences I slid down onto my knees and pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts down with me. A beautiful, long brown cock sprang up and nearly poked my eye. I looked once more at John, who was now sitting in the bedside chair and had his cock in his hand stroking it slowly, watching and smiling; then I put out my tongue and touched it to the tip of Frank’s cock. It jumped and he moaned.

By now I was on autopilot; nothing could have stopped me from sliding my lips around that gorgeous head and sucking it in. I grasped his cock, sliding his foreskin back as my lips progressed over the ridge of his glans. Our moans came simultaneously as I enjoyed his musky scent mixed with his flavored body wash and he succumbed to my bathing his cock. But he only let me tongue him for a short time before he lifted me up and carried me to the bed where we kissed again and he laid me on my back with my legs over the side.

He turned to John, who I had completely neglected, and said,”Yes, she is very beautiful,” then he knelt between my legs and began kissing my thighs from just above my knee, working his way slowly toward my wet pussy. It was heavenly agony; I was already soaking wet and wanting that big black cock to touch my pussy lips. Instead it was his tongue that sent a shock wave through me when it touched my clit and made me cum immediately.

I felt the bed move and saw John lying beside me. He caressed a nipple and leaned in to kiss my mouth. “This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he whispered, “you are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.” Two mouths, four hands on my body and two hard cocks to hold; the stimulation from the two of them was too much and I came again with a howl that must have wakened the neighbors.

Then John leaned down near where Frank was licking me, reached under me grasping my buns and, with his fingertips gently opened my pussy for Frank. After a couple more licks Frank got up and placed his cockhead at the entrance of my cunt and began to slide it up and down from my fanny to my clit. The bed was too low for his long legs so John suggested that I scoot into the center of the king bed. As I leaned back against the pillows I got a good look at the two men: John’s pale 6” average girth circumsized member and Frank’s brown, thick nine inches with the head partially sheathed under his foreskin, both wet with precum.

I suddenly realized that my little pussy had only experienced John and began to be a little afraid. But my considerate husband was alert and said, “We need to go gently and slow, Frank. Joyce will need time to adjust to you.”

Frank laid down facing me, kissed me again and whispered, “Don’t worry, you will soon be begging for more.” Then he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it erect. John laid on the other side and echoed Franks action. With my eyes closed I thrilled to their kisses and gentle touches. I was became so hot that I lifted my leg over Frank’s hip to give his cock access to my wet pussy, but that proved too cumbersome for three of us so I whispered to Frank to get on top.

I opened my legs and he laid between them, resting on his hands and knees, his rampant cock inches from my neatly trimmed bush and puffy cunt lips. I had a perfect view of his beautiful brown cock approaching my puffy pussy lips. It seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. It was scary but I reached down and took hold of his hot manhood, rubbing the tip between my pussy lips and up to my clit. I was amazed at the heft and heat of it. Then I directed it to the entrance and whispered, “Put it in a little.”

With a slight tilt of his pelvis that big, hot cockhead nudged its way in. I knew instantly that this was going to be a different experience than I had ever had before, and I knew that I wanted it. I turned my head to John, who was watching as if mesmerized by it all and said, “ John, I hope this is ok with you because I want to experience this to the fullest.” His response was to kiss me and sit back as I wrapped my legs around Frank’s hips and pulled his mouth to mine.

I don’t have words to express the feelings and emotions that I felt as we slowly merged our sex parts and our tongues. The initial tinge of pain with each added inch of penetration blended into lust and near orgasm so exquisite that I thought I might pass out. We were both moaning with pleasure and I could actually feel the ridge of his glans moving. There seemed to be electric pulses passing between my nipples and my pussy when Frank’s chest brushed against them. My vagina responded by squeezing and pulsing.

Soon we pushed past the point beyond where no penis has been and I began to have wave after wave of orgasms. My body began to shake and I couldn’t control it. When he was entirely inside me he stopped, unmoving, with only our sex parts pulsing and throbbing. Then we started moving together, my hands on his firm butt guiding him in and out as I strained my pelvis up to take him all, our mouths locked and our tongues dancing, my feet on his calves for leverage. I was nearly incoherent; babbling words that only a slut would use. He was murmuring expressions of love and appreciation but I didn’t register them at the time.

I could say that we fucked for hours but all too soon Frank warned that he was about to cum and that was exactly what I wanted. I told him to fill me up with his hot spunk. His rhythm sped up and he quickly suited word to deed and exploded deep in me, each spurt seeming go directly to my womb, and producing overwhelming feelings of affection and contentment through my body. Finally we relaxed and laid there with Frank in my arms for several minutes until I heard John say, ”That was the most exciting thing I have ever watched. I came spontaneously when you did.” Sure enough, I then realized that there was a sticky mess on both Frank and I that we didn’t produce. He didn’t seem to mind.

Gradually Frank’s cock softened and slid out of my pussy. He rolled off me and laid by my side with his hand lightly holding my breast. John got up and came back with warm moist cloths and gently wiped up the river of cum that was oozing from me and placed a dry towel under my ass. Then he laid down on my other side. I turned facing him; took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. “I love you, thank you.” I said.

Frank said softly, “I guess I had better leave you two alone.” I felt bereft as he gave me a chaste kiss, got up, retrieved his clothes and said, “Thank you both; it was an unforgettable experience,” and left. I was shattered. I didn’t want him to leave; I wanted to re-experience those thrilling sensations but thought better of saying so to my husband. I could still feel the impression of his beautiful cock in the depths of my vagina and I wanted more. I felt changed in an indescribable way. John and I cuddled without speaking until we dropped off to sleep.

I woke before John the next morning and went for a walk. I briefly contemplated knocking on Frank’s door but didn’t dare. I had lots to think about, not least whether John would have remorse about the events of last night. When I got back he was up and suggested that we go home. At check out the desk clerk handed us a bag containing matching golf shirts; a gift from Frank. Driving home neither of us talked about the previous night. My mind was still replaying the entire evening and my body was also remembering all those new feelings. My vagina still felt like there was a large cock nearly in my uterus. But we will have to talk soon because Frank’s business card was in the bag with his cell number written on the back and I intend to call that number sometime.

JOHN: I discovered internet porn couple of years ago, and I was immediately hooked. The quantity and variety available is mind blowing. I started with plain vanilla porn and worked up to videos of attractive white women, who often resembled my wife Joyce, cuckolding their husbands with black men. They seemed to reach a level of arousal with BBC’s that I have never observed in our love making; mostly because of the size of the guys’ cocks. At first I was appalled, but strangely aroused; in time I craved watching women go berserk on those cocks that are so much bigger than me. I soon realized that our sex life lacked something as I envisioned Joyce in these videos.

This got me wondering whether Joyce might be capable of cheating, though I had no evidence of such. But she has activities and a social life of her own giving her ample opportunity. Surely men must hit on her all the time. Has she succumbed ever? Could she be carrying on a secret affair? With a hung black guy? My imagination ran the whole gamut of possibilities.

I have kept my new hobby a secret; spent many hours in my home office abusing myself in front of my computer. I don’t think she suspects. Lately I have been making little comments when we are making love and watching her reactions. She sometimes gets excited but has never contributed fantasy ideas of her own. So when we were paired up with Frank on the golf course, my lizard brain immediately went into high gear.

By the time he joined us for dinner I was making suggestive comments and pouring lots of wine for them. There definitely seemed to be chemistry between them but I didn’t dare to come right out and make a proposal. I gave up the idea when we were back in our room.

As luck would have it they didn’t need my further help. When I saw them go into Frank’s room my mind went crazy. All kinds of images ran through my head and my stomach was doing flips. I quietly closed our door and sat down. I felt jealous, aroused and nearly nauseous at the image of Joyce fucking Frank. Soon my bathing suit was off and my rapidly growing cock was in my hand. I toyed with the idea to try to peek into his room but that would be really creepy and dangerous. I would have to use my imagination as I have done before and hope that Joyce gives me the details and lets me fuck her cum filled pussy when she returns.

The knock on the door startled me; there was my wife in a hotel robe and nothing else practically in tears, hugging and kissing me; apologizing for her near indiscretion. Of course I wanted to hear it all but before she calmed down enough there was another knock on the door. That’s when I decided that I had to take charge; I didn’t want all my efforts to go for naught.

I called Frank in and made drinks for us. They were sitting on bar stools next to each other, not sure what to do or say. Time to act: I reached down and undid the belt of her robe. They both gasped but she made no attempt to cover herself. I kept up nattering about our sex life and slid the robe from her shoulders. My part done, I went to sit by the bed and let nature take its course. My stomach was flipping and my cock was throbbing. There was my beautiful young wife getting intimate with a handsome black stranger right in front of me. I nearly vomitted.

The next hour was everything I had imagined and more but it ended too soon. It appears that the BBC stories have a kernel of truth; I have never seen my wife so aroused and animated. Maybe it’s true that, “When you go black…”.

Everything happened perfectly except for one thing: whenever Joyce was playing with his cock, I was jealous; of her not him. I wanted that beautiful big cock in my hand and mouth. If she had called him back to bed when he got up to leave, I probably couldn’t had restrained my self. Shucks.

We have a lot to discuss when she is ready.

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