I looked into her eyes and said, “I think that has to be your call, Erica, because you are going to be the centerpiece of this party—or should I say orgy? Do you think that you can handle five horny young black studs? Because I can only watch and lend moral support.”
She took a deep breath and sighed. “I honestly don't know, honey, but I guess we're going to find out, because Lester has taken me down the slippery slope and I can't go back. I really want to give it a shot. Besides, I don't think that I will have to fuck all of them, will I?”
I shrugged and followed my inflamed wife over to the booth, where Lester introduced me to Rory, Jim, Harry and Red. All of them were nice looking, well-built young men about Lester's age. He said that they were all members of the basketball team at a local community college.
My wife invited Lester and Rory to ride with us, and the others said that they would follow in their car. Rory rode with me up front, while Lester and Erica snuggled up in the back, making out like crazy. By the time we arrived at our place a few minutes later, my excited wife's skirt was up around her waist and her tank top was down, displaying her wet pussy and beautiful tits for our gratification.
Once inside our apartment, Erica led Lester directly into the bedroom, and the rest of us followed. Erica asked me to please take orders and fix a round of drinks for our guests. Watching her and Lester start to undress, I realized with a pang that this was going to be a night to remember—my wife's first sexual experience outside of our marriage, her first black man and her first gang bang.
I left to make the drinks, and when I returned Erica was embracing her young lover in a 69 position, licking his long black snake to attention. Seeing his massive cock for the first time, I was alarmed by its menacing size—at least ten inches long and thick as a large cucumber, topped by a giant cockhead.
I could now see just what had inflamed my wife's sexual appetite on the dance floor. I realized that the disparity between his prick and mine was huge. Also, he was younger, taller and stronger to boot. Looking around at the other young men, who were now completely nude and engrossed in the action unfolding on our bed, I saw that the pricks these guys were stroking were all comparable to Lester's, with only slight variations in length and girth.
I was somewhat concerned about my wife's stamina and her ability to handle this crowd of young studs. But watching her take Lester's giant cockhead into her mouth, I realized that she seemed confident, relaxed and completely engrossed in the challenge at hand. So I told myself not to worry as I looked on, sipping my favorite bourbon and water.
Erica had an intense orgasm as Lester continued to lick her crotch, running his tongue all around her juicy pussy, rubbing her clit gently with two fingers. Then he abruptly turned her over onto her back, spread her legs and placed her ankles on his shoulders as he positioned his giant black snake just inside her swollen cunt lips. At this point my delirious wife squealed and cried out, “Come to me, big boy! Let me have that big cock up my tight pussy! Oh, oooooh, fuck me hard, do it, fuck me, do it!”
Lester started rocking gently back and forth, easing his big black tool into my wife's soaking pussy a little at a time, inch by inch. He was about halfway in when Erica's hips began bucking hard in another powerful orgasm.
Lester's friends were cheering him on, saying, “Come on, man, give it to her! Make her beg for more! Show this white lady what a black man can do for her!” They cheered lustily when Lester finally worked his huge cock all the way inside her.
This whole scene was taking on the character of a sporting event. Erica was the object of the game, and she loved it! In spite of what the bartender had said, I hadn't seen any violence from these guys, and didn't expect to. They were just having a ball, showing youthful exuberance over their good fortune in finding a beautiful white woman who enjoyed fucking them—big time!
Once he had completely buried himself inside my panting wife, Lester rested for a minute to let her regain her composure. Then he started fucking her in earnest, with long, hard strokes that carried her to a higher level of prolonged passion, culminating in a continuous chain of orgasms.
Lester had the stamina of a well-conditioned athlete, the patience of Job and a keen sense of timing. He ravished Erica for another twenty minutes before his ass tightened and he shot a big load of sperm deep into her flooding pussy. The guys applauded, and pressed forward eagerly for their turns, but my wife said she needed to rest before taking on any more.
I fixed another round of drinks, and the young men lounged in our bedroom while Erica took a shower with Lester. When she finally emerged, she lay back on our bed, completely nude, and sipped at her margarita. When she had finished, Rory asked her to roll over on her stomach, and began giving her a complete massage from head to toe. He eventually zeroed in on her inviting butt, getting her to spread her legs so that he could rub lotion all around her buttocks, asshole and pussy.
After a while Rory rolled her over and massaged her tits, stomach and pubic area. He tweaked her nipples until they were rigid, and then took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. My wife moaned and climbed on top of him, slipping the head of his monstrous cock into her well-lubricated pussy. She rested there for just a moment, and then began pushing down over his fat prick. She took him all the way in and rode him hard, coming twice more before he spurted inside her.
The wild orgy continued over the next several hours as each of the young studs took his turn fucking my wife. Erica rested from time to time, after which the mating ritual started again in different variations. She serviced two and even three men at a time in a sexual sandwich, experiencing anal penetration for the first time. Eventually everyone was satisfied and exhausted.
That is to say, everyone but me. But I had gotten plenty of thrills out of watching my wife lose her inhibitions with these men, and I knew I would reap the benefit of her wantonness for the rest of our lives. We exchanged phone numbers with them before they left, and then fell into a deep sleep for most of the day.
Erica had some qualms during the next week, and couldn't believe she had gotten so carried away in the great Saturday night orgy. She apologized profusely to me, but I was having none of it. I told her that she had cut loose from the inhibitions and taboos that went back to her childhood, and I thought it was good riddance. I said she never had to do that again if she didn't want to, but she had taken a walk on the wild side and would remember that experience for the rest of her life.
After thinking about it for a few days, my wife came back to me and said, “You know, I think you're right. I really had a fucking ball, didn't I? I wonder what those young men think of me.”
I replied, “I'm sure they love you madly, and why not? You put on quite a show for them—one that I am sure they won't forget in their lifetime. As I said, you never have to see them again if you don't want to, but if you do, we could call them up and invite them over sometime.”
Which is what we did, with the same results as before, except that this time I joined in. After that my wife developed an appreciation and appetite for black cock which she now indulges on a recurring basis. The former Ms. Ironpants has become a wanton, uninhibited sexual being, and neither of us has ever been happier.—Q.P., New York, NY
HE THOUGHT HE HAD A HAPPY MARRIAGE, UNTIL HE SAW HIS WIFE WITH “ROSS THE HOSS”
In most of the letters I've read in your magazine, husbands are always willing and eager to share their wives with another man. The wives always still look like high school cheerleaders, and they will all abandon their good sense, morals and inhibitions at the first sight of a big stiff cock, especially a black one. All black men have thick ten-inch cocks, which never lose their stiffness, even after multiple massive ejaculations. All real people are not like this.
But some are.
My job requires that I live away from my home and family much of the time. I never worried about my wife when we were apart. We thoroughly enjoyed our catch-up time in bed whenever I could manage a weekend at the house.
When my son asked if one of his college buddies could stay with him until the disruption caused by his parents' divorce settled down, I saw no problem. I even talked with the young man briefly several times when I called my wife and he answered our phone. His name was Ross, though his friends called him Hoss, and he seemed like a nice guy.
I met Ross when I was able to arrange a long weekend at home about a month ago. He, my son, and some other guys were shooting hoops in our driveway when I arrived. He turned out to be a tall, athletically built young black man. His size, strength and dark powerful presence were almost intimidating. I couldn't imagine him being too comfortable sleeping on our couch.
Laura had started an exercise program and was proud of the results. She has always had nice legs and magnificent breasts, but has had to struggle with her weight at times. She was now trim and toned, and looked better than I had ever seen her.
I was anticipating our reunion in bed, but when she came out of the bathroom wearing her threadbare old “sleep only” T-shirt, I knew there was a problem. She explained that all the pollen had aggravated her sinuses and given her a miserable headache. She asked if I would just snuggle with her, and rub her neck and temples until she could sleep. Which I did. Eventually my erection subsided, and I slept too. ***
I awoke in the middle of the night. A cold stab of irrational panic attacked me when I found Laura's side of the bed empty. I thought of Ross on the couch, and fear filled me. The bright moonlight through the window revealed her T-shirt at the foot of the bed. Her lingerie drawer stood partly open.
I felt my way down the dark hallway to the kitchen. Ross and Laura stood together by the table in front of the patio doors. I watched, invisible in the dark hallway, as they shared a bowl of pudding and a glass of milk. He wore an oversized pair of baggy sweatpants, while Laura was wearing the sexy nightie I had bought her last Christmas. She had only worn it for me once or twice.
Her large breasts seemed impossibly firm and full in the moonlight, the nipples incredibly large and erect behind the lacy material. Her thong panties were just visible below the hem of the short nightie. When she spoke, her voice had the breathless, husky tone I remembered from our college dates. My heart felt like broken glass as my world crashed around me.
“Why do they call you Hoss?” she asked him.
“It's just a nickname,” he said. “It means horse, but it rhymes with Ross, you know?” Something twitched below the waistband of the sweats.
“But why horse?” she breathed.
“I think you have an idea why,” he said. His fingers toyed with the drawstrings of his sweats. “I'd have to show you,” he said. He pulled the strings taut. “Do you want to see?”
“I've got to see,” she whispered. “Show me.”
The knot came undone, and his sweats fell to his knees. His cock was only half erect, but was already about ten inches long and almost two inches thick. It bounced with his heartbeat, stiffening and thickening as it rose steadily, until it projected horizontally from his loins.
I could hear Laura's sharp intake of breath. “OH … MY … GOD!” she said. “Why don't they call you Elephant?” She moved closer to him then and knelt at his feet. She pulled the sweats down to the floor and he stepped out of them. My wife stared at the monster cock inches from her nose. She seemed fascinated, almost unable to move. Then, slowly, she raised one hand and ran her fingertips along one side of his cock, back and forth. Then she curled her hand around his cockhead and slid it down the shaft to his balls. She cupped and lifted those balls with her other hand, hefting them in her palm as if to gauge their weight.
A single shiny pearl of pre-come appeared at the tip of his cock. My wife extended her tongue to its full length and delicately lapped it up. I groaned silently as he groaned aloud. Laura grinned and began licking the head of his dick. Then she tongued the underside, licking slowly down to his balls. He leaned forward, and she took his balls into her mouth. Then she released them and took the head of his prick between her lips. I could see her cheeks bulge as her tongue worked around the ridge. She grasped the staff of his cock with both hands and stroked it as she sucked.
With a groan he began to thrust into her mouth. With her hands on his shaft she was able to control the depth of his penetration. She took in about three inches, then four, and finally almost half his length before his cockhead hit the back of her throat. He stopped moving then and let her work on him. She bobbed her head up and down and back and forth, her hands rubbing and stroking his hard shaft. At one point she slid her mouth off him and licked frantically at his cock-head, trying to coax more pre-come from his slit. Then she took him between her lips again, sliding down over him as far as she could.
The muscles in Ross's thighs and buttocks clenched and corded. His face formed a grimace and he snarled. I was sure he was about to come, but my wife stopped. “I have an idea,” she said. “Come with me.”
She led him by the cock through the doors and out onto the patio. I could still see them through the glass doors. There is an adjustable lounge chair there, and Laura set it in the reclining position and lay back on it, with her head hanging over the end. Ross got the idea and immediately moved to stand behind her. But before putting his cock back into her mouth, he leaned forward and exposed her breasts.
Her nipples stood hard and erect as he took them between his fingers. The contrast between his black skin and her creamy flesh, which seemed to glow like silver in the moonlight, was incredible. She groaned as he tweaked both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and I think she came then for the first time.
She was moaning loudly as she leaned her head even further back, trying to align her mouth and throat with his straining cock. He moved forward and slid that monster prick between her eager lips. Laura reached back to put one hand on his butt and the other at the base of his cock. Thus she was able to control his movement by pulling him forward or back. She took his cock in deeper and deeper, then pushed him back to lick at the rigid flesh. Then she took him deep again, until finally her lips were in his pubic hair and the full length of him was in her mouth and throat. She took her hands away then, letting him move freely, using her mouth as he wished.
Ross began to stroke the whole of his cock in and out of her mouth. He would pull out until her lips closed around the tip of his cock, then thrust forward till her throat bulged and his balls met her forehead. His hands pulled on her breasts as he thrust in and out. He moved faster and faster, until it seemed impossible for him to delay his orgasm any longer.
At that point Laura stopped him again. She pushed him back, holding his cock just a few inches from her mouth, which she kept wide open, like a target, as she milked his cock with both hands. After a few strokes Ross exploded. His first spurt went long, striking her breasts. The second was on target, shooting into her open mouth. She pulled him back to her then, happily sucking and swallowing the rest of his massive load. She came again as she did so, moaning and gasping around his prick as she took the full length of it, cleaning it with her tongue. When it left her mouth it was erect again.
Her hand never left his cock as he moved to kneel on the lounge beside her. He tore her panties away and used both hands to open the lips of her pussy. He licked and sucked all around the area between her legs. Laura placed her feet flat on the chair and thrust herself violently upward whenever he touched her clitoris or slipped his tongue into her pussy. She screamed as she came, her body straining and arcing as high off the chair as it could reach.
Ross had to remove her hand from his cock before he could get up. He walked around to the front of the chair and got between her legs. She rose on her elbows and watched as that immense cock approached her tight little pussy. She sucked in her breath when the tip brushed her clit, and gasped sharply as the tapered head wedged her lips apart and began to stretch her tight opening. As she took in his massive cockhead her hips thrust strongly upward and she screamed as she climaxed yet again.
Ross paused t
hen, allowing her to recover and to adjust to his size. He began a circular motion with his hips that seemed designed to open her further for him. He placed her hand back on his cock and began to thrust slowly into her. Her hand gradually moved up on the shaft as she was able to take him deeper and deeper. As he approached full penetration, he began to thrust faster and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. When his balls slapped her ass he lost it, exploding into her as he cried out in ecstasy. The flood of his sperm set her off again, and she joined him in orgasm.
They sat side by side on the lounge, regaining their breath. His cock was still partially erect, and her hand never left it, stroking it up and down almost absently. They kissed and caressed, but now they seemed awkward and uncomfortable. They were again just a college boy and his friend's mom, with no common ground for conversation. I began to hope that this might be their only time together, a freak event never to be repeated, a one-time desire that had been forever satisfied. I began to plan how we could overcome this temporary setback and put our life back together.
“You love to play this game of virgin wife, don't you?” Ross said then.
“Yes,” Laura replied. “I love to have you seduce me over and over. I love you, I love your big cock, and I love the things your friends do to me, and the things I do to them.”
“If you'll run and get the lube,” Ross said, “I'll let you take this big cock up your ass.”
My hopes and dreams crashed around me as my lovely wife rose to her feet and headed into the house. My feet would not move as she dashed down the hall toward where I stood in the dark. She crashed into me at full speed, knocking both of us back. She stared at me, and I stared at the moonlit droplets of sperm shining on her breasts and running down her thighs. I couldn't think of a word to say to her.
I still can't.—L.R., Danville, Pennsylvania
HIS WIFE AND HIS BOSS INTRODUCE HIM TO THE PLEASURES OF SLOPPY SECONDS
My wife is an attractive redhead whose straight hair hangs nearly to her waist. She's five-three, 34B-26-36, a hundred twenty pounds, and has legs and a butt that turn heads every time she wears shorts or short skirts. She was a virgin when we married, although she had “fooled around” with three boys, who finger-fucked her, tasted her sweet pussy and kissed and sucked her small breasts. She in turn jerked them off and even sucked one of their cocks (a black kid—black guys really turn her on).
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