by Derrin Hart
Finally I suggested that we should head upstairs to the dance club. I had a hard time getting their attention for God’s sake. We made our way up and Sara took the lead.
Tyron saw her standing for the first time. His eyes darted all over her ass, and he was grinning from ear to ear while looking back at me. Her ass was sticking straight out in her tight camel capris and the heels complemented her calves. The blond curly locks twirled about her back, running down to her waist, and he couldn’t help but notice her full 34c bosom uplifted by her brown Victoria Secret under- wired bra below her V-neck shirt.
He loved what he saw. We got new drinks and hit the dance floor for a few songs. After the first two songs, I made it a point to leave them alone to dance, and they seemed to get along well.
Afterward we got a table and chatted for some time. Sara was getting drunk, and I tried to monitor her drinking. But she was lost in the night. Cutting her off was not easy.
Giddy as hell, she told us casually, “Well … here I am with two men. I don’t know who to go home with.” Those words shocked me. There would be no more martinis, yet she kept demanding them. I finally got her to calm down. I asked if she wanted all three of us to head back to the nearby hotel. She said, “Okay, that could be fun,” so we made our way back through the big crowd downstairs and outside into the streets. She yelled out, “I say we head to the beach and enjoy the ocean right now.” I was like, huh? It was midnight.
As Tyron followed us back to the hotel, Sara and I got into a heated argument. I had brought along a small DVD camera to record any sexual play. She said outright, “I do not want you to use that recorder.” I was upset, having planned to use the footage to jerk off to in the future. I knew these two would match up well in the bedroom. She was going on about not wanting to be on tape and all.
A little upset and bummed over all her comments and the intimacy of her and this Black stud’s conversations, I said, “Why don’t we just skip this and tell him to head home.” That prompted her to rethink her demands. She was like, “Well I guess the taping is okay.” I looked at her and said, “Are you sure?” She was like, “Yes. I’m so horny and he is so hot, I want him, plain and simple.” So that was it. We went over to his car and invited him up to our room.
Tyron was not a newbie. He carried a bag of goodies with him, like a gigolo in heat. It contained an iPod, speakers, drinks, mints, magnum extra-large condoms, and all sorts of weird stuff. Sara was still giddy and went right for his drinks. He put on some music—hip-hop type songs, mostly by black rap singers. These songs were all about fucking, pussy, and partying to the limit. The music added to the mood, and they took little time embracing on the bed. He slowly worked his magic.
I got the DVD camera going and, for what seemed like an eternity, the two of them kissed, cuddled, and chatted on the bed. This was nuts. Get to the fucking please, I thought. But no nudity was coming any time soon. They were slowly petting, easing into almost two hours of foreplay. I shut the camera down twice, tired of holding it. This nearly two hours of touching and whispering-sweet-nothings was too much. Tyron finally undid Sara’s pants, and I grabbed the camera once again. She was passionate and aflame with desire. I knew what he had packing and how she would be sent into orbit by his technique and size. Her top and bra came off, revealing her tits. There would be an hour of touching and teasing next. There was my wife, Sara down to only her teeny pink frilly top panties, enjoying every minute of it. I watched, loving that her nails and toenails were a matching shiny pink color.
Tyron was in no rush to explore her body. Soon after sliding off her panties, he had his shirt off, too. Thinking the action would now heat up, I was excited to see it go down, yet tired of the wait. My own member was aching now. I was aroused and semi-hard. He licked at her body for a while and dove into her sweet cunt for at least thirty minutes. She was glowing with want, but he was not ready to stop or get undressed. But Sara had had enough finally, and she reached to undo his trousers. After he helped her take off his slacks, she immediately reached for his cock. They rolled on the bed, embracing and kissing passionately. Sara was now pushing at his swollen jockey-short hidden penis with her foot, neatly fondling it. She then used her hands to peel the shorts back. Excitedly she revealed his big, thick, mushroomed-headed prick. Her eyes glazed over and she was lost in the moment. His dong was long and thick, the centerpiece a giant umbrella-shaped head. Sara was in for it tonight.
Tyron was not rushing, even at this time. They kissed fervently, over and over. I was getting bored; there was no hardcore action. I wanted her to fuck. I wanted her to feel a real man inside her. This is what I was waiting for—sex and lots of sex. This kissing and sweet whispering were driving me nuts. But he waited and waited, kissing her neck and flirting. Then she went for his cock, stroking its big head and leaning in for a blowjob. He was a lucky man. Sara never sucked me or any other guy unless there was a big attraction. She sucked him a while, slowly swallowing his meat. He got harder and more swollen; she was on fire. His big head swelled her tiny moth. It was an amazing sight. Finally he slid on top of her, and the first penetration occurred. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper and deeper. They molded together in unison.
HE FUCKED HER. She loved it, pumping back hard into him. Music fed their emotions.
“Party like a Rock Star” was the initial push–in-and-pump-her tune that played in the room. They would screw for at least an hour. She was so wet, so open, so inviting. They kissed and fucked then kissed some more. The sex was never ending. I wondered about so much kissing. Perhaps I should not have allowed it. She was giddy and for the first time unaware of me in the room or of my existence. Too much affection was going on. She told him, “I love your cock, and you feel so good, so right, so deep.” I was asked to get them some water. Then, to get them a towel, to change the music and do whatever they asked.
When they finally had finished a long session of pumping, they again held each other tight.
More whispering, more sweet talk, more kisses. It was nearing three in the morning, and there I sat. My head was spinning. ”I want more, I want it harder, I like it deep, it makes me feel like a woman.”
He slid her into the spoon position next. Himself, behind her, guiding his long erection into her wanting love hole. This made for a perfect posture, and she quickly manipulated her clitoris as he pushed in and out of her. She was very titillated now, and he used her with a bump and grind technique that only spurred on her own. Being able to touch her love button while still fucking was a new thrill to her. They humped for twenty minutes. Hip-hop music spurred them on, and she was flush with satisfaction. Her I’m-going-to-get-off glow was appearing, and she began to yelp more and more as he pushed in and out. Her hand flicked harder and harder on her love button and she groaned louder and louder: “Ohhhh yeess, I’m coming, yessss, oh baby, baby, ooooooooooh.”
Sara collapsed on the bed, rolling onto her belly. That ass, that killer bubble butt, stuck right up, however, and Tyron had to slap it. She tumbled about with him. Sara got on top and kissed him wildly. I now fully saw her gash. Those pouty lips were so big, so open. It was incredible. I wanted her to ride his fat dick. But they fell to the side and cuddled.
It was nearly three-thirty in the morning and Sara was not a night person. However, she was excited again and stroked his hard cock to erection and pulled him onto her for more. She moaned loudly. They fucked again, kissing and melding into one another. She was wet all over her ass and swollen pussy lips. I watched her take his thick black cock easily, deep inside her hungry vagina.
His fat mushroom tip pushed her soft cunt lips smoothly open.
More fucking followed, an even longer session than before. I thought it would never end. She urged him on: “Yes, that’s it; do me, fuck me, give it to me, harder, harder, oh yes, make me scream.”
He exploded for the first time; I mean, he had held off all night. The event was over. They embraced and did not want to part. I literally had to push him
out the door and take back my wife for myself. I slipped into her with one push and came right away. She was half awake and could care less. She fell asleep, and in the morning was still turned on. On the drive back, she even masturbated in the car—a first in our swinging lifetime. She looked at me for approval and stated the following: “Wow, that was awesome. What a fun time honey.”
Little did I know this would be a huge turning point in our alternative lifestyle.
The following week Sara was still turned on by the encounter. She suddenly loved swinging and was hot for more fun. That Wednesday she had lunch with an old friend who we had first met in the lifestyle. The woman Lainy was a full-fledged swinger who loved the concept and freedom of regularly enjoying new mates. Sara was nuts over Tyron and told her friend she wanted to meet him a lot.
Their conversation that weekend made it back to me, and we sat and talked for a while about where to go at this point. Sara mentioned how Lainy felt swinging was great and that Sara should assure me there was to be no jealousy; she’d never leave me for a black lover. Sara mentioned that the sex had been amazing and so perfect. She slipped and told me I was no comparison. I was a little taken back, but nonetheless turned on that we could swing again. I would make it a point not to meet Tyron anytime soon, but to take advantage of this new excitement and meet other new people.
Yet we would meet Tyron again in due course of time. To tide Sara over I printed a few erotic shots of the two I had taken that night and slipped them in her drawer near our bed. I also purchased a large, vibrating, realistic black rubber dildo for the drawer. I had a plan to see if Sara found the pics and dildo to her liking. I placed the dildo in a certain place to test whether it had been moved at all. I also turned the pictures in a certain way and order to determine if they, too, had been viewed.
Each day I would observe the placement of the toy and pics of Sara and Tyron. I was surprised to find that almost daily the dong and pics had been adjusted and moved about. She was using them to masturbate regularly. I was taken aback. I asked her a few times if she liked them, and she said she did, that they were a turn-on and the toy was good. But I also asked if she was playing with herself to them a lot and she denied it. She did say that every once in awhile she would.
As the weeks passed, I observed the placement of these objects almost every day. They had always been moved. The dildo changed sides or ends, and the pics were in a new order. Sara was getting off a lot more then she admitted. I had to run with it though. She envisioned many sessions with Tyron in the future and began to eat healthy, exercise constantly, and buy extra sexy clothing and shoes. She was in heat, trying to lure her new mate in, getting off each night thinking about what was to come. I found myself excited yet cautious. I should have not allowed the kissing, I kept telling myself. It led to a lot of feelings and deeper bonding.
Our sex was limited and never close to what she experienced with her lover, so we fucked infrequently. I began planning a new encounter, having found a guy another couple claimed was great. I had to find only topnotch guys for Sara. The guy was to meet us at a strip club a few hours from our place, and we made plans the coming weekend to hook up. He was younger. That was a good thing, as she likes young. She demanded more sex from me that month. I did my best but I could sense her dissatisfaction.
The meet-up weekend had come. The strip club was bouncing and the girls were dancing up a storm. We sipped drinks while waiting for Alan to arrive. Sara was excited because her last encounter had been the best ever. If this new guy came close to Tyron she would have a wonderful night indeed. When he arrived he looked good to me, but Sara stated he seemed shy and was just okay. We watched some dancers and I suggested we head right to the hotel. If the scene at the club was not going to be exciting, why wait? Sara needed that teasing warm-up, and it was obvious this fellow was not going to fit the bill.
We exited and headed to a Motel 6 nearby—nothing special, a room, a bed, a sexy blonde and a black guy. Oh I almost forgot … a husband with a camera as well. Sara was still on fire from the Tyron meet, so she went ahead with our modest private party.
I played our iPod, popping out the latest hip-hop tunes, and they got comfy. Soon they danced a bit and undressed each other. Sara was semi into it but seemed to be having a good time.
As he undressed her he had no build up game; he went right for her pussy and licked away. Sara loves the slow get-her-all-excited style, but Alan wanted her quick. He sucked her clit and went to town. Sara looked right up at me and whispered, “I want Tyron.” Reading her lips I could only frown.
One thing was going down that I knew would work well. While licking her, Alan had slipped his pants off, and he was thick and huge in the dick department, in fact very big. The fit would be there. My wife would get her hardcore fuck.
She was ready when he put it in her. She yelped for joy. They went at it like two wild beasts.
The fit worked—she wide open and wanting, he thick, swollen and huge. When she finally got on top after he and she were in missionary, the real pounding commenced. Sara rode his big prick like a woman in heat, bouncing hard up and down on nice fat inches of black meat. She fucked for an hour, just straddling his dong. She was wet and loved it. The music blasted the tune, “Come on baby take a ride with me.” It was a perfect song for my honey bunny to bounce to. They went on to fuck another hour in various positions. She got her sex on like no other could. I had a wife who was so wet, so wide, yet so small in stature, I could only shake my head in amazement. If people had known how much she could take—how much of a pounding by such a big cock—they, too, would shake their heads in utter bewilderment.
During the drive home all I heard was Tyron this and Tyron that. I had to make a serious move for our next meet or she would end up demanding we meet him alone from then on. As I thought about our lifestyle and that Tyron meet, I recalled his thoughts on the encounter. “Sara is great,” he had said. “She is surely in my top ten.” These words lingered in my head as we drove home, Sara fast asleep beside me. “She has a great ass, just like I love, gorgeous hair, and is the fun type, with personality.” I chuckled as I fought to stay awake on the long dark highway home.
I began a serious attempt to find the hottest, most well- spoken sexy black guys on the net. I searched swinger sites far and wide, even looking in far-away states. I could only hope to find a guy who would take Sara’s mind off her lover and onto the new stud. I located a guy couples were posting rave reviews about. The reviews on his profile said he was super cool, ten inches, long lasting, fun, sexy and hot. He was also young and looked real good and in great shape. But he lived quite a long distance from us. Luck would have it that he traveled and would be willing to meet nearby. If we could travel a few states over we could all hook up. I showed Sara his pics, and she and Rod spoke on the phone.
We set it up. Rod had teased her on the phone, and this got her excited. My girl loved the charismatic type.
In the meantime things were interesting at home. The sex was limited. I could feel her dissatisfaction in our love play. I, too, found myself desiring to see her well-cocked, deep-dicked to utter pleasure. I got a few comments about my beard and my pubic hair again. She hinted that her lover Tyron had been clean-shaven and that his pubic region had also been shaven bare. She longed for the hours of foreplay and the hard fucking whenever her aching wet pussy craved it. I could not stay hard that long nor be at her cunt’s beck and call for hours. I would masturbate a lot while viewing her pics and any video footage of her. My small, shriveled penis could not get hard easily these days unless I saw her in action, in the nude, her pussy open and taking big fat black licorice sticks.
There came a point now when I had to make sure Sara would wear her wedding band and diamond at each meet up. She always kept her band on, but in certain situations she did not wear the matching diamond. I felt they both were a must while bedding these men. I find it funny that when a man wears his wedding ring, women pretty much want nothing to do with said m
ale. On the other hand a woman’s wedding band makes little difference to men. Sometimes it even encourages their pursuit.
In the meantime we developed a party-song list. A playlist of songs Sara liked to fuck to, so to speak. For cuckold couples I will list some of the most played songs: “Wipe Me Down,”
“Milkshake,” “Party Like a Rock Star,” “Me So Horny,” “My Humps,” “I want to fuck you like an Animal,” “Creame,” “Booty Meat,” “Low,” “Gold Digger,” “Feel Like Fuckin,” “Walk it Out,”
“Get Busy,” and “White Girl.”
We met Rod at a bar the following weekend. He was handsome in an exotic way and Sara seemed pleased. We sat and chatted at a table while they giggled and flirted. He had dreadlocks that she found sexy. He commented that she was hot and guided her hand under the table onto his hard cock. She was titillated, and we left the bar early. Our hotel room was nearby and we arrived ready for some fun. Sara was playful and danced to a hip-shaking Shakira song called “Hips don’t Lie,” for Rod, getting him all excited. She shook her bubble butt and teased him to the music; he revealed his long ten-inch cock and stroked it in rhythm. She dropped to her knees and slurped his prick for a while, a sight I admired. She had worn a long pencil skirt and tight white blouse. Rod lifted her skirt up to reveal her multi-colored string bikini panties.
Soon Rod stripped her down and placed her on the bed, positioning himself behind her ass.
He wanted to admire her famous booty and licked his lips in anticipation. To my and her surprise he darted his tongue and licked her ass; she giggled and squirmed in delight as a fire began in her loins. She mounted him thereafter and slid down his long ten inches with no hesitation. It was the first time and I think the longest and hardest she had ever ridden anyone so big. They fucked hard and he had her turn around and screw him—still on top but facing away. Her tits bounced and her huge nipples were erect. “This is my praying mantis posture,” he blurted out. He had her place her arms back and to the sides of the bed. They banged even more with her facing this way. I watched my wanton young wife riding his long black pole and loving every minute of it They were passionate and she was attracted to him. He turned her missionary, and they long-dicked for an hour. She came heavily. His dreads bounced on her face, and she squealed in utter delight. He turned her around, slapped her bubble butt, and fucked her doggie style. I think she came again. They eventually switched back to face-to-face fucking, and he came on her stomach.
