“Have you made any New Year’s Resolutions, yet?” asked my wife Sherri, shedding her terry cloth robe.
Fresh from the shower, she smelled of soap and her body glowed. Placing her hand on her hip, she popped it seductively a couple of times. Frowning, she turned off the lamp and crawled nude into bed with me.
My wife took her resolutions very seriously. Last year, she resolved to get down to her wedding weight. She got down to 108 pounds, two pounds lighter than the day of we wed, 12-years ago. Rightfully, she was proud of her body and had worked hard to get it in such wonderful shape.
It was our appointed sex night and I pulled her close, feeling the fullness of her bare breast on my skin. Her breasts were firm and positioned perfectly on her chest. Her waist tapered agreeably into the curve of her hips. I lovingly caressed her bountiful breast and said, “Not yet.”
“Well, you need to, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Resolutions are more sustainable when they are shared with someone who loves you and will help you maintain your resolve. You know I couldn’t have lost thirty pounds without your help.”
“You did all the hard work,” I affirmed, gently tweaking her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. I asked, “Too rough?”
“Just right,” she huffed enjoying the sensation. She trailed her hand down my torso and found my cock and stroked it to hardness.
After a dozen years of wedded bliss, she knew how to arouse me with just a few jerks and twists. I started to rollover onto her, missionary was our customary position, but she took her hand off my cock and pushed it against my chest stopping me. Concerned, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
Her voice resonated frustration as she explained, “We’ve gotten into such a rut, sex every other Sunday night and only in the missionary position. Gordon, you didn’t even notice the Brazilian wax I got at the salon today.”
Not understanding, I sat up. I knew she was upset, she always called me Gordon instead of Sweetie when she was displeased with me. I pleaded, “I don’t even know what a Brazilian is, Honey.”
Throwing the bed covers off, she got out of bed and turned on the lamp. Pulling herself up to her full 5’1”height, she stood in all her naked glory. Posing like a model, she had one hand behind her head and the other on her hip with a finger subtly pointed at her pussy.
The sight took my breath away. My petite wife’s pretty pussy was completely hairless, not exactly what I expected from my diminutive wife. I stammered, “Oh, my goodness.”
Biting her lip with uncertainty, she asked, “You don’t like it?”
“I love it,” I choked with lust. My cock throbbed with surging blood.
Sherri’s face broke into a smile of genuine joy.
“What made you decide to do it?”
“One of my gal pals from the gym told me that a bald pussy is more sensitivity which increases sexual pleasure. I wanted more sexual pleasure, so I thought I might try it. And since you like the way it looks so much, why don’t you give it a little taste. I used coconut oil on my pussy to prevent razor rash.”
“Do you even remember the last time you gave me oral sex, Sweetie?”
I shook my head, negatively.
“It was before our son was born, a decade ago. We've really fallen into a sexual rut.”
Heaving a sigh, I apologized, “I’m sorry. I thought you enjoyed our sex life.”
“I do enjoy our sex life, I’m just bored and so are you. You’re more aroused now that you’ve seen my bald pussy than when we first crawled in bed,” she said and I had to nod in agreement.
She positioned herself over my face, pinning my shoulders with her knees. Slowly, she lowered her pussy on to my face. Her pussy splayed wide like a blooming rose, her outer lips were swollen with excitement and open, her inner lips glistened with anticipation.
My nose grazed the silky softness of her mound and I picked-up her fragrance, the mingling of coconut aroma with her sex scent. I gave each pussy lip a subtle suck then mapped the boundaries of her womanliness with bold sweeps of my tongue.
Enjoying the sensation, Sherri murmured, “That’s phenomenal, Sweetie.”
I pressed my tongue deeper into her pussy, steadily stabbing it in and out of her happy hole. My tongue became slick and picked up the tangy taste of pussy with a hint of coconut oil. My nose bumped her clit and she made an obscene noise.
She shifted slightly, presenting her excited clit to my eager tongue. As my tongue tip lashed it passionately, her breathing became ragged. She settled more heavily on my face as her pleasure increased.
Opening my mouth wide, I covered her entire sex. I inserted my tongue into her pussy like a lewd French kiss. And, with deliberate intention I hummed, producing a vibration that resonated pleasurably throughout her body.
Sherrie squealed her delight then ground herself on my face. Suddenly, she clamped her thighs together around my head and bucked her hips powerfully. With a noisy banshee screech, she climaxed.
Pinned beneath my wife as orgasmic aftershocks racked her body, I was so emotionally connected to her pleasure that I had a sympathy orgasm. With a muffled moan, I ejaculated all over my stomach without any physical stimulation of my cock.
After her climax, my wife reluctantly relinquished her throne and rolled off me. In her post-orgasmic glow, I could see twitches traveling up her body. Her nerves were still releasing bursts of bliss. She sighed, “Sweetie, you haven’t made me cum like that in years.”
“You’re welcome,” I teased and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Hurriedly, I rinsed my own cum from by belly and hers from my face. As I dried myself, my cock grew hard with anticipation of another bout of sexual intimacy. When I returned, I found my wife in a deep sleep, the kind of slumber produced by sexual satiation. I was pleased with myself for pleasuring my wife, yet I was still frustrated at my own lack of gratification. I climbed into bed and spooned with her. My cock rested comfortably in the crack of her ass. I cupped her pussy protectively like it was a rare treasure. I fell asleep listening to her satisfied snores.
The next morning while I shaved, Sherri went to the kitchen of our suburban home and made breakfast. For a moment, I studied my reflection in the mirror. I'm not in too bad of shape for a 33-year old guy. I don’t exercise much, but I was never athletic. Still, I was just ten pounds heavier than when we got married. My wife claimed that my pooch was cute, but I wasn't so sure about it. I was sure that I was lucky to have her. I was well aware she could have her pick of men, she still could I supposed.
Ready for work, I joined her in the kitchen. I was surprised by my wife’s attire, she was wearing an enticing red ruffled chiffon teddy with a neckline that plunged to her navel. It had an open back and a ruffled seat that didn’t quite cover her buttocks. There was a noticeable rise in my vocal pitch as I stammered, “Good morning, Honey.”
“Mornin’ Sweetie,” she returned with a gleam in her eye. She pulled me into a kiss as she stood on her tip toes, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Playfully, it chased mine around my mouth for a long moment. She broke the kiss and handed me a mug of coffee.
“That’s quite an outfit, Honey. I’m glad the kids are still in bed.”
“Glad you like it,” she chuckled and winked, catching my subtle reprimand. She led me to the kitchen table carrying two plates. After sitting the plates on the table, she sat down with deliberate slowness so I could catch the flash of her ass. Picking up her fork, she said, “There’s no need to worry about the children, they won’t be up for another hour. Besides, all my naughty parts are strategically covered by ruffles.”
I snickered, “They’re covered, but not concealed. First, you wax your pussy and now sexy lingerie. What’s going on?”
She sipped her coffee then said, “I’m just trying to get us out of a sexual rut. An article in Cosmo said, that wearing sexy lingerie makes you feel sexy and they’re right. I feel very sexy at the moment. Do you think I look sexy?”
“Uh-yeah, but you’re sexy to me no matter what you wear. And, what you call a rut, I call a reliable routine. We have sex on Sunday night because we’re tired from being so busy the rest of the week.”
“I know that you’re comfortable with our routine, but I’m not. Maybe, it’s because I’ve hit my sexual prime now that I’m 32. But, we need do something. When I show you my bald beaver and you don’t even notice because it’s not part of our routine then our sex life is already in a rut.”
Sitting down my fork with a sigh, I had to agree, “Point taken.”
“In fact, I think that should be our New Year’s resolution.
“We’ll resolve to be more sexually adventurous.”
Sherri sank to her knees between my legs. There was something sexy about her expression as she fished my cock from my trousers. She was playing the role of temptress, seducing me with her wiles. Her eyes were luminous and her smile incandescent, befitting a woman who had fully embraced her sensuality. She watched the way I reacted with a smile as she licked her palm then lovingly stroked my cock to hardness.
My moan of pleasure and my thrusts into her wet fist magnified her enjoyment.
She licked along the underside of my cock, sending shivers of pure pleasure up my spine. Her lips parted and she swan dived down the length of shaft, my exhilaration was self-evident. Blonde hair framed her face as she took me deeper. Finally, her chin rested on my balls and I feel a jolt of joy that matched the depth she had taken my cock. She moaned around my cock as I tenderly squeezed her breast and gently pinched her nipple. With my cock down her throat, she couldn’t suck so she swallowed.
I groaned with gratification. My eyes lost focus as red and white light flashed before them. My cock throbbed with each spurt of cum I shot down her gullet. Lovingly, my wife gently squeezed my balls milking the cum from them. As I softened, she lovingly licked the remnants of cum from my cockhead then gently put it back in my trousers.
“I’ll see you later tonight,” she cooed at my cock and gave it a little love pat. Then looking me in the eye, she teasingly asked, “How was that for more adventurous?”
I pulled her up into my arms and kissed her, sampling the salty aftertaste of my own cum. Before we got carried away with passion, a car horn honked. It was my ride to the train station, where I caught the train into the city. I let my wife go and said, “I’ll see you later at the LaSalle.”
All day long thoughts of my wife’s bald pussy encased in her sexy teddy occupied my mind, making work virtually impossible. I was as giddy as a newlywed, anticipating our date this evening. It had been six months since we’d had been out without the kids. I had gotten tickets to the LaSalle Hotel’s New Year’s Eve party, which included a buffet dinner, dancing and a deluxe room in a packaged deal.
Sherri texted me at lunch to let me know she had already dropped the kids off at her folks. She was going shopping to get a new dress for tonight. Her next text made my cock grow hard. It was a selfie of her wearing a blue corset that highlighted her eye color. Her wicked smile reflected the mischievousness she felt. Her hard nipples tented the brocade material of the garment. Black lace panties covered, but didn’t conceal her pussy and the seam fully infested her labia creating a succulent camel-toe. Sheer black stockings were held by suspenders dangling from the bottom of the corset. The message with picture simply read, “I’m looking forward to a good time tonight.”
Blood surged so forcefully to my cock that I could hear the blood roaring in my ears. I was dizzy with lust as I stumbled to the men’s room. Finding an empty stall, I locked the door and took my cock out of my trousers. I pulled up my wife’s photo on my cellphone. Looking at my wife’s naughty picture, reminded me of just how lucky I was to have her.
Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I frantically flogged myself. Soon I could feel spunk travelling from my balls up my shaft. I groaned as a rope of cum shot out and hit the toilet seat taking my breath away. My wrist action grew erratic and another spurt of cum splattered on the commode larger than the first. My body tensed, it was almost painful, but a pain that bordered on extreme pleasure. The third spurt was the largest and its explosive force left my knees weak. A euphoric sensation of release washed over me and left me light-headed.
Feeling somewhat relieved, I returned to work, spending more time daydreaming about my wife than on the project. After work, I caught a cab that took me to the LaSalle Hotel. My wife texted me the room number and I took an elevator to its floor.
As soon as I was in the room, my wife hustled me into the shower and followed me into the bathroom to finish putting her make-up on. Watching her pucker her lips and roll the lipstick along them made my cock twitch. I remembered this morning’s blowjob and ached to have her lips on my cock again. Chiding myself for my naughty thoughts, I rinsed the soap from my body with cold water. I turned off the water and reached for a towel.
“Did you like the text I sent you?” asked Sherri her voice drippy with salaciousness.
Recalling the image in my mind, I admitted, “It made me so hard I had to go jerk-off in the men’s room like some horny teenager.”
“Really?” she asked then with a lascivious expression she demanded, “Show me.”
“Show me how you jerked off.”
I shook my head negatively and said, “We need to get dressed for supper.”
“Supper can wait, we’re going to be spontaneous,” she said decisively. Grinning wickedly, she opened her robe provocatively. Seductively she asked, “Need some inspiration?”
Still standing in the shower, my breath escaped me as I took in the naked beauty of my wife. Blood surged to my cock, swelling it to complete hardness. Leering with lust, I ached to fuck her. My voice echoed my exasperation, “Why don’t you get in here with me?”
“I thought you were afraid, we’d be late for supper,” she lampooned. She squeezed a large breast like it was a ripe melon then tugged its nipple until she hissed. Huskily, she said, “Besides, I want to watch you beat-off.”
Keeping eye contact with my wife, I clasped my fingers around my cock and yanked on it.
“You’re making me wet,” she throatily said, trailing her hand from her breast down her torso until her middle finger sank deep into her simmering snatch. She pushed her palm against her clit and gasped gleefully. Leaning her buttocks against the sink for support, she sawed her finger in and out of her pussy matching my stroking speed. She watched me for a while then closing her eyes, she pressed her thumb all around her clit, teasing it without touching it. The skin on her neck glowed crimson as the pleasurable pressure built. Her groan grew into a growl. Wild-eyed and huffing, she announced, “I’m going to cum.”
Her body went rigid as she pushed her palm hard against her agitated clit. She gritted her teeth as her body shook then she howled in orgasmic release. After settling down, she looked at me glassy-eyed and said, "Now it's your turn."
Blood pounded in my ears as I stroked my cock with vigor until a frothy outburst of cum spewed forth painting the shower stall. A psychedelic haze of white and red flashed behind my shut eyes. I grabbed the shower nozzle to stay upright as a howl of ecstasy surged from my core, "Aww!"
“See how pleasurable spontaneous can be,” Sherri teased leaving the bathroom.
I rinsed the shower wall then finished drying. Noting the time, I hurriedly dressed. I was having trouble with my tie and turned to my wife for help, but she was still dressing.
Sherri sat nude on the bed and caressed sheer black stockings up her legs. Next she placed her feet into sexy silver stilettos. Standing up, she wrapped a wide black garter around her waist. Six inches of lace covered her lower belly from her naval to the cleft of her vulva. She clipped the stockings to the suspender straps dangling from the garter belt.
“What happened to blue corset in the selfie?” I queried.
Frowning, she asked, “What’s wrong with this garter belt?”
“Not a thing, I love how your bald pussy is perfectly framed between the garter belt and your stockings. I was just wondering what happened to the blue corset.”
Sherri smiled mischievously then winked at me and said, “Oh, I bought it and couple of other numbers that are sure to get a rise out you.”
“I’m sure they’re adventurous too,” I added with a grin.
She nodded then pulled a black lace thong up over her stocking legs. She said, “It’s been said that good girls wear their panties under their garter belt suspenders and naughty girls wear them over the suspenders. I’m feeling so-o-o naughty.”
“I can hardly wait.” I rasped. Just the way she said it made my cock stir.
Sherri shimmied her dress up her frame. It was a stunning silver sequined mini-dress. The hem hit just above the tops of her stocking tops. The dress had a V-neck that practically dipped down to her navel and an open back, that made wearing a bra impracticable. Yet, with all the skin showing it had three-quarter length sleeve.
“Kind of pornographic, don’t you think?” I asked a little unnerved.
“Maybe a little provocative,” she sighed slyly then added, “I’m just trying to accentuate my femininity and sexuality.
“You’re going to catch a cold in that thing.”
“And you’re going to get a hard-on,” she countered popping her hip seductively. Smiling sexily, she fixed the knot of my tie. She looked me directly in the eye and said, “Remember our New Year’s Resolution is to be more sexually adventurous. So whatever happens tonight let happen.”
“What’s going to happen?”
Giggling she bubbled, “I don’t know maybe, I’ll crawl under the table and give you a blowjob while you eat dessert.”
We left the room laughing. Walking down the hall to the elevators, Sherri grabbed my arm and clung to it. I could feel her big breast resting on my arm, my cock stirred in my trousers. Inside the elevator, I pulled her into a kiss. My mouth moved over hers devouring its softness. I forced her lips to part and thrust my tongue into her mouth like I wanted to thrust my cock into her pussy. My passion grew stronger and I tenderly cupped her breast with my hand. Suddenly, the elevator bell rang and she pushed against my chest breaking our kiss leaving my lips scorched.
The elevator door opened and we strolled through the lobby toward the crowded ballroom. Following behind her, I became mesmerized by the oscillation of her buttocks. Looking over her shoulder, Sherri giggled as my face flushed crimson with excitement. She had a swaggering sway to her hips and her stilettos clicked on the tiled floor with purpose. Anyone who cared to notice would have recognized that she had the walk of a bitch in heat and was looking to mate.
We went straight to the buffet line. The Salad Bar had an assortment of fresh mixed greens, ripe tomatoes and crisp cucumbers, served with a Balsamic vinaigrette.
Noticing that Sherri had heaped cucumber slices on her plate, I asked, "Since when do you like cucumbers."
"I don’t," she replied. “I read that they're an aphrodisiac.”
Scraping green slices from my plate onto hers, I chuckled, "In that case, have mine.”
The Carving Station was next and featured prime rib. The chef cut a big slap of meat and placed it on Sherri’s plate with a wink, "You look hot, I bet you like your meat thick, huh?"
"The thicker the better," Sherri responded licking her lips in the most alluring manner.
With a glare of displeasure at the chef, I tapped my wife’s elbow to get her to move on down the serving line. People were stacking up behind us.
After finding our seats, I scolded my wife, “Do you plan to flirt with every man here?”
“Not every man, just the ones that interest me,” she replied coyly then winking at me she added, “Remember we’re going to be more adventurous.”
“I thought you meant with me,” I seethed. “Some stranger flirts with you and you get capricious and coquettish.”
Puzzled, Sherri looked into my eyes. Her eyebrows shot-up with comprehension, “You’re jealous. That makes me feel so hot, that even after 12-years of marriage my husband can still get jealous.”
“If you respect me, you won’t flirt,” I replied with a sharp tone.
“I do respect you, but it’s not about you. It’s about me. My whole identity is wrapped in being your wife and children’s mom, if I’m not careful I’m going to lose me.”
With uncertain tone, I said, “I don’t understand.”
“I like it when you tell me I look hot, but I wonder if you are telling me that just because I’m your wife. When a stranger tells me I look hot, it really strokes my ego, because he doesn’t have to say it to me.”
Frowning, I griped, “So compliments from strangers mean more to you than mine.”
“Sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate your compliments.”
I understood her feelings, but it still bothered me. I asked, “Does it mean anything when I say I love you or do you want to hear that from a stranger too?”
“Don’t be like that, Sweetie,” she soothed. “It means everything to me when you tell me you love me. And, I love you too by the way. I just need a little more right now.”
Before I could ask her what she meant, a large black man dressed in a waiter’s uniform poured water into our glasses. He said, “I’m Jamal I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”
He watched Sherri crinkle her nose while she chewed a cucumber. He observed, "You don't seem to like cucumbers. So why are you wolfing them down?"
“They're an aphrodisiac. I have big plans for later tonight,” Sherri replied glancing coyly from under her demurely lowered lashes.
The young waiter’s face broke into a wide smile, his dark skin made his teeth look whiter. He gave her the 'once over' with a bold gaze. Then he winked at me and said, “You’re lucky guy.”
I nodded in agreement as he moved on to another table. I looked at my wife who was studying Jamal with wide eyes and a flushed face as she timidly twisted a lock of her golden hair.
He was in his early twenties, six-foot-one and two hundred and twenty pounds. His skin tone was very dark reminding me of a midnight shadow. His long dreadlocks were gathered behind his head in a ponytail. He noticed Sherri’s attention and flexed his bicep as he pulled out a chair for an older woman a few tables away.
Sherrie blushed as she caught his eye. Smiling, she accidently-on-purpose dropped her fork on the floor. Before I could reach for it, she arose from her chair and bent over to retrieve it. As she picked up the fork, she glanced back to see if Jamal had been looking at her. She smiled, he had. Holding up the fork,with a sexy smile she asked, “Can I get another one?”
Jamal hurried to Sherri smiling. He had gotten an intoxicating view of her bare buttocks and thong covered pussy when she bent over. He held her hand in his for a moment before slipping the fork from her grasp. His deep voice was thick with excitement as he said, “Yes, ma’am, right away.”
When Sherri sat down her face was flushed and her eyes glistened, she was aroused. I growled, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m being adventurous,” she replied her voice reflecting her stimulation.
Jamal returned with the fork. As he leaned down placing it on the table he whispered in my wife’s ear, she giggled girlishly and nodded. He winked at me and picked up a couple of dirty dishes, taking them away.
“What was that all about?” I asked growing more perturbed.
“A challenge,” replied Sherri with a wicked grin. She got up from the table and headed to the ladies room. Exuding licentious sexuality, she put a little extra wiggle into her walk as she sauntered across the ballroom.
I downed the remaining water in my glass, trying to wash the bitter taste of resentment from my mouth . My mind reeled from the implications of my wife’s behavior. In the twelve years that we had been married she had never acted so blatantly wanton in public. I saw Jamal clearing tables across the room and a twinge of wariness crept into my core as my wife approached him.
She placed something in his hand that he eyed without opening his fist. She reached up and straightened his tie with a flirtatious giggle. Then she sashayed back to our table, knowing that Jamal was watching her, she gratuitously shook her ass.
My cock stirred in my trousers as I watched my aroused wife approaching. Fascinated, I watched as her unencumbered breasts bopped in cadence with her step. My arousal only fueled my confusion. I couldn’t process my emotions fast enough as my wife’s behavior propelled me from overwhelming love to jealous anger back to wild lust then over to reasonable irritation.
The band began to play. Sherri led me out onto the crowded dance floor. While she gyrated sexily around me, I awkwardly shuffled my feet almost in time with the music. Her big breasts jiggled delightfully to the rhythm of the guitar while her ass wiggled wantonly to the beat of the drum. Enamored, she giggled joyfully.
Thankfully, the next song was a slow one. I wrapped my arms around my wife's waist. I pulled her tight against me crushing her large breasts into my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. My cock stood rigidly and pushed against her. I was pleasantly surprised when she rubbed her pelvis back into my hardness.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered teasingly in my ear.
My eyebrows shot up in surprise and so did my cock. Before I could ask about her missing garment the song ended and we looked lustfully into each other's eyes as we applauded.
Suddenly, her face broke into a wide smile as her eager eyes focused on someone approaching from behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Jamal just before he tapped me on the shoulder.
With an excited edge to his voice, he said, “I’m here to collect.”
I looked at my wife, who nodded her assent with a face flushed crimson with excitement. Scowling, I relented and choking with mixed emotions I mumbled, “Okay.”
Retreating to the table, I watched as they boogied to a fast number on the crowded floor. Jamal had changed into street clothes, incensed I noticed my wife’s thong peeking from his pocket. He was an excellent dancer and perfect gentleman allowing Sherri to set the pace of their dance.
My wife shot me a sassy smile and moved closer to him bumping and grinding her hips, he boldly put his on her waist. I bit my lip as jealousy gut punched me.
The band slowed the music down. Jamal’s arms encircled Sherri’s waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His bulk towered over my wife’s diminutive frame as they danced close together. He brazenly slid his hands down to her butt and she let them rest there without protest. The floor was so crowded they could little more than embrace and sway to the music.
Jamal spun Sherri around so they both faced the same direction. Shivering, I had an almost surreal view as Jamal gyrated and bumped against my wife as she shamelessly ground her butt into his crotch. He placed his hands on her hips and held her there. He smiled at me as my wife rubbed her ass hard against his groin. Moving his hands up, he brushed his fingertips against the sides of her breasts as she moved to the music.
Sherri turned her head and grinned wickedly at me as his hand subtlety slipped inside the deep V-neck of her dress and found her bare breast. Pursing her lips, she hissed as he playfully pinched her nipple.
My mind rebelled at what I saw. I knew I should do something to stop it, but I was frozen in my seat, not believing what I was seeing. It was like watching a car wreck.
Sherri pushed her ass harder against Jamal and arched her back slightly as his free hand went under the hem of her mini-dress. She didn't care that they were standing in the middle of the dance floor with people all around them. Ceasing her swaying, she stood almost motionless as his fingers moved up the length of her slit. She jumped a bit as his fingers bumped her clit.
Jamal spoke into her ear, she nodded then shuddered as he gently sank his huge finger fully into her sex and moved it around her aroused flesh.
Biting her bottom lip, she looked around to ensure no one was paying attention then she shifted her hips. She was letting him know without the words what she wanted. Feverishly, he fingered my wife in response.
I watched from a distance. Intensely drawn and connected to the scene unfolding before me. Everything about it threw my emotions into turmoil. Anger seethed within me as another man caressed my wife's naked flesh. Yet, it was tempered by the fear of her reaction if I intervened. Envy choked me as she answered his touch with an approving moan. My eyes connected with hers again, initiating an erotic desire within me. My cock grew hard. I was ashamed of myself.
My wife cried out in climax. Her body shook as her pussy clenched and unclenched around Jamal fingers, as they slowed and finally stopped moving inside her. Thankfully, her gleeful cries were lost in the bass beats of the band’s music.
For me there was nothing more erotic than watching wife when she had an orgasm. I was crushed that another man had given her that pleasurable experience. My mind was battered by conflicting emotions, anger and fear wrestled with sorrow and guilt.
The band quit playing and started the countdown to midnight. Sherri and Jamal were still on the dance floor. Finally, shaken from my stupor, I hustled to the dance floor with two glasses of champagne so my wife and I can toast the New Year. The cheer went up with every one shouting, Happy New Year!
Jamel took my wife in his powerful arms and her petite frame melded into him. His hands found her bare buttocks under her dress. Cupping her ass, he lifted her off the floor and kissed her deeply. He put her down delicately and she gave him a peck on the cheek and turned to me.
“Happy New Year, Sweetie,” she said excitedly. She gave me a huge hug and kissed me, I could smell his aftershave on her. Breaking our kiss, she noticed the two flutes of champagne in my hands. Smiling at me, she said, “Sweetie, how thoughtful.”
A tidal wave of humiliation swept over me as she took one glass for herself and handed the other one to Jamal. With their eyes locked on each other they clinked their glasses together in a toast of good cheer. I stood like a statue red-faced and wide-eyed.
Sherri handed her empty glass to Jamal and asked him to wait at our table while she danced with me. She pulled me into an embrace and we swayed to the music. She knew my mental state and soothed me whispering in my ear, “I love you very much, Sweetie.”
“You let him finger you,” I seethed in return.
“And, you didn’t stop him,” she replied irritated. Glaring into my eyes, she continued, “I was just being adventurous. I expected you to intervene when the flirting intensified, but you didn’t. When I told you I wasn’t wearing any panties why didn’t you take me upstairs and bang me like a gong?”
Taken aback, I didn’t know how to answer so I just stuttered, “Um.”
“You responded by sitting and pouting while this big beautiful black man flirted with me. It’s gone way beyond flirting now, he quit his job just to dance with me. Well, more than dance with me, actually.”
“Jamal desires me so much he quit his job to dance with me. He said, if I gave him my panties he’d quit his job just to get a chance to touch what was in them. I called, what I thought, was his bluff, but now our flirting has escalated beyond the point of no return.”
Trying to comprehend. I asked, “What do mean?”
“I’m going to take Jamal up to the room and fuck him,” she said decisively. She looked into my face waiting for my reaction.
Stunned beyond words, I finally choked, “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious, Gordon.”
“Don’t you love me anymore?” I asked, feeling the color drain from my face.
Sherri smiled and squeezed my hand, “Of course, I still love you. I think I might love you more right now than I ever have.”
“Then why do you want to fuck, Jamal?”
“It’s not about love, Sweetie. It’s about sex.”
“Maybe, I'll go find another woman to fuck, while you’re fucking Jamal,” I threatened.
With narrowed eyes, Sherri spoke angerily through her teeth, “If you do, I’ll divorce you.”
“What? You’ll divorce me? So it’s okay for you to fuck someone else, but not me?”
Sherri nodded unequivocally saying, “If you fuck someone now, it’s to get revenge. You wouldn’t truly desire her. It would just be a negative experience. But, right now I feel more desired than ever and that’s a positive vibe.”
“Desired by Jamal?”
“Yes, he boldly flirted with me in front of my husband. He quit his job to pursue me. Despite every obstacle real, social, or whatever, he overcame it out of a desire to fuck me.”
“I desire you,” I tried not to sound like I was whining, but I did.
Sherri cupped my face with her hand and said, “I know you do, Sweetie. And you’d make tender love to me too, but Jamal won’t. He just wants to fuck me. And, in a way you never could fuck me like that because you love me and he doesn’t. Sometimes a woman just needs to be fucked.”
“And, now is one of those times?” I choked then swallowed.
My wife silently nodded.
“And you’re not at all concerned that I might divorce you?” I asked, my voice trembled and tears rimmed my eyes.
Tenderly, Sherri wiped the tears from my eyes and soothingly said, “ I'm terrified. I realize how this is hurting you. If it didn’t hurt you, then you didn’t love me. I know this adventure creates a weird emotional conflict, for you. You have to decide if our marriage is worth it or not. I think your love for me is greater than the infidelity, that’s why I love you so much and feel like I can be more adventurous. I guess the risk is part of the thrill. Without risk there is no reward."
"And, what's the reward for this adventure?” I asked. My voice raw with emotion.
"The reward is mind-blowing multiple orgasms produced by a young black man fucking me with his big black cock.”
I pleaded, “Nothing I say or do is going to stop you is it?”
“Nothing, but, it’s okay if you want to go on home. I’ll catch the train in the morning.”
“Do you want to me go home?” I asked, fearful of her response.
“No, I don’t want you to go home. And, I appreciate how much this is hurting you. Forgive me, but your pain is part of my pleasure. I saw you watching as Jamal fingered me on the dance floor, it added so much to my excitement. I climaxed so hard, I was afraid I was going to break his finger. I want you to stay and watch Jamal fuck me. But, I understand if that's too painful for you.”
“I’m not leaving you alone with a stranger,” I said with conviction.
Sherri kissed my cheek and took me by the hand and led me off the dance floor. Stopping at the table, she took Jamal by his hand and the three of us left the ballroom. Surprisingly, we were able to walk onto an empty elevator. As the doors closed and the elevator started to move, my wife said, “I can’t wait any longer, Jamal hit stop.”
Shrugging, the big black man pushed the stop button. He took a step back to regain his balance as my wife threw herself into his arms. He returned her passion thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he would soon be thrusting his cock into her cunt. He pulled one of my wife's creamy breasts from her dress. It seemed to disappear beneath his huge black hand as he squeezed it. Vexed by their illicit desire, I whimpered. Pushing Jamal to arm's length, Sherri broke their kiss and unzipped his trousers. His black cock uncoiled like an anaconda. It was about eight inches long and was as big around as a beer can.
"Oh...my...goodness," exclaimed Sherri astonished. "Jamal, you are hung. I think this monster is going to give me a lot of pleasure.”
She stroked his cock with both hands, twisting and turning them around his aroused organ. The contrast of his coal black cock and her slim white fingers was stunning. She looked at me with lust-glazed eyes and challenged, “Sweetie, finger me. I want you to be the first one to make me cum in the New Year.”
Moving like I was hypnotized, I slowly slid two of my fingers as far as they would go into my wife's sopping snatch. I teased her meticulously as I inched my fingers into her until at last they made contact with her G-spot.
"That's the place," she rasped squirming on my hand.
Jamal not wanting to be left out brought her face to his and kissed her lips. In return, she darted her tongue deeply into his mouth. Lewdly my wife tugged on Jamal’s ginormous cock with abandon while I sawed my fingers in and out of her pussy. Suddenly, we were all totally lost in the moment. With building passion we worked ourselves into frenzy. Sending my fingers in and out of her cunt with forceful exuberance, I tapped against her G-spot with the same kind of rhythm a cock would make sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Don't stop, Sweetie please, don't stop."
Satisfied that Sherri was on the threshold of climax, I savagely jammed my damp thumb up her ass. The muscles of her anus contracted around my thumb as I pushed it towards my fingers buried in her cunt. It was like I was clutching a six-pack. Her pussy muscles convulsed around my fingers as her orgasm ripped through her body. She hissed as her legs quivered and her body quaked. She actually used Jamal’s cock to steady herself.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried out. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax, she buried her face into Jamal’s chest which muffled the noise of her howl.
When she grew still I asked, "How was that?"
She looked at me, glazed-eyed still panting, unable to answer. After a long moment, she recovered and then kissed me. Sighing she said, “That was phenomenal, Sweetie.” As I pulled my digits from her interior, she turned her attention back to Jamal. She re-engaged stroking his massive cock with lustful focus and he showed his appreciation by thrusting his cock into her fist. Teasingly, she jerked his cock with alternating fast and slow strokes. She enjoyed making him squirm. Her hands felt his cock pulsate with intensity. She knew his climax was impending, she commanded, "Cum for me, Lover."
A low moan began deep in his chest and rose to a bellow as spurts of cum shot from his cock, dousing the wall of the elevator. He hissed like a steam engine as Sherri milked the remnants of his load from him. A large dollop of cum landed on the floor near my foot. At last his climax was over and he was able to catch his breath. He huffed, "That was muthafuckin’ intense."
Sherri pushed the button and the elevator rose to our floor. With a ding, the doors opened and she hurried us to our room’s door. She slid the key-card across the keypad with a trembling hand, but it refused to open. Frantically she swore, “Damn it.”
I took the key-card from her hand and calmly ran it across the pad. It released with a click and I pushed the door open for my wife and her lover. I followed them into the room and flopped down miserably on the sofa.
My wife strutted to the middle of the room then she turned towards us and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were swollen with excitement, rising and falling with each panted breath. She tweaked her hard nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She cooed and her eyes glimmered with lust.
I watched Jamal's eyes roam down my wife's body, he licked his lips. It seemed surreal and surprisingly I found it somewhat stimulating as another man ogled my nude wife right in front of me. I sat subdued and watched with an extremely hard cock and mixed emotions.
The black lace garter belt and stockings framed her pink pussy into a picture of wanton pleasure. Her pussy lips were inflamed with excitement and glistened with anticipation. Eagerly, her clit peek from its sheath seeking attention. Smiling, she walked slowly and seductively towards me. Daintily, she sat on the edge of the coffee table. Luridly, she spread her legs wide before me and I gazed hungrily at her gaping gash. Tenaciously, she looked me in the eyes and requested, “Get me ready to be fucked."
Clearing my throat, I nodded. I brushed my lips on her bare skin above her stocking top before sucking little hickeys on her thighs. Nipping one of her pussy lips with my teeth, I gently tugged it from side to side and sent snake-like tongue flickers into her interior.
Jamal had stripped and stood naked next to wife, his hard thick black cock danced in her face. He demanded, “Suck it.”
Sherri looked at me impishly, then dotingly up to Jamal. Grasping his cock, she licked it like a lollipop. When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead. Clamping her mouth over the head of his cock, she sucked it in earnest. Unable to accommodate all his cock into her mouth, she continued stroking the remaining shank. Soon, she was sucking and stroking his big black cock for all she was worth.
Jamal moaned and reached down and palmed her breast. Squeezing it firmly and gently pinching her nipples.
Lovingly parting her labia, I exposed her clit and flicked my tongue against it. Pursing my lips, I sucked vigorously on her clit. Spitting on Jamal’s cock, she lifted her butt up off the coffee table and bucked her pussy into my face. Somehow, I managed to keep my mouth on my wife's clit and sucked it even harder. I pushed her over the edge by biting her clit.
Sherri’s eyes rolled over white as an orgasm rippled through her body. She cried out with unmitigated delight, "Cumming."
Falling from her cosmic climatic heights, she silently sat still on the coffee table, gasping for breath. Looking at me through half-open eyelids, she feebly smiled her thanks. She turned back to Jamal and softly instructed, “Go get on the bed, Lover. I’m ready to fuck you now.”
Jamal’s eyes smoldered with a lustful fire and his chest heaved with excitement. He nodded and moved to the bed his chiseled muscles rippling as he went. His hard cock swayed between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He crawled on the bed, rolled on to his back and waited for my wife to join him.
Sherri’s mouth covered mine, she pressed her lips to mine with savage intensity. It was exquisite ecstasy and I pressed my lips to hers. Pushing her hand against my chest, she broke our kiss. Closing her eyes to control her excitement, she sighed heavily with anticipation then arose from the coffee table. She turned off the lamp by the sofa, leaving me in the shadows. After walking to the bed, she paused. With one knee on the mattress, she studied the black Adonis laying before her with a pure sexual hunger.
I groaned. I had gotten my wife's body ready to receive another man cock. There were no words to describe the way I felt at that moment. I don't think there are words for it, just a huge boiling cauldron of conflicting emotions and sexual frustrations.
Climbing on the bed, Sherri ran a finger-nail along Jamal’s leg from his ankle to his thigh, his hard cock bobbed across his flat stomach. Straddling him, she guided his monster cock into the excited entrance of her cunt. She cried out as it entered her and I watched as Jamal’s eyes widen with pleasure as his big black cock penetrated my wife’s willing pink pussy. Biting her lip, she slowly sank down on his hard cock until she was fully seated upon it.
"Damn girl...you're pussy... feels so....so good," Jamal stuttered.
Sherri stammered back, "Big...black...cock...feels...good ...inside me."
"Fuck me, fuck me," pleaded Jamal. He squeezed her breasts and pinched and tugged at her pink nipples until she squealed with relish.
Sherri looked over at me glazed-eyed and grinned lustily. She slowly began to rise up on Jamal's big cock. A wet snail trail of her excitement was left on his black cock as she slithered higher on it. She didn't stop until just the head of his cock remained in her cunt. Then she paused for a second at the apex, Jamal's cock visibly throbbed with exhilaration. Suddenly, she slid all the way back down his shaft in single movement. Soon my wife developed a steady satisfying pace. She vocalized her enjoyment by moaning while gliding up the extensive length of Jamal's cock and groaning as she slid back down his thick shaft.
Watching the love of my life, as she gave herself so fully to another, was a super-painful, yet extremely arousing experience. The heightened jealousy gave way to the realization of just how much I loved my wife. I sobbed. My face reddened as they both looked in my direction and a surge of shame swept over me.
Jamal glared at me for interrupting his pleasure, but Sherri glanced at me and sensing my heart break, locked eyes with me and silently mouthed, “I love you.”
A sense of relief overcame my feelings of jealousy and shame. Comprehending that while in the midst of her ecstasy with another, my wife had affectionate thoughts for me, made me feel more secure in her love than any other time in our marriage.
Sherri turned their attention back to Jamal. Keeping a hand on his chest for balance, she rode up and down on his cock. As her passion built, she picked up speed. Her big breasts swayed in rhythm to her humping. She puffed, "Um hard cock, um feels good."
Overwhelmed by the erotic sights and sounds, my cock throbbed with yearning as I watched my wife fuck Jamal. I was confused by my own reactions. On the one hand, I was envious that another man was fucking my wife and, yet I had never seen my wife so sexually unrestrained.
Jamal clamped down on both her nipples as Sherri ceased her erratic humping and fully skewered his massive manhood inside her cunt. He watched awestruck as her face contorted into a grimace and her eyes grew wide.
She threw back her head and screeched in orgasmic release, "Cum...my pussy...my pussy...cum."
Limply, she fell on top of Jamal body then slid off of him and lay gasping. Catching her breath, she mumbled, "That was phenomenal."
"My turn,” Jamal said as he hovered above Sherri. Spreading her legs wide, she guided him into her still quivering quim. He growled as her wet pussy engulfed him. He wasted no time and immediately pounded her pussy with abandon.
Lost in primeval passion, she raked her fingernails into Jamal's back, digging into his flesh. She wrapped her legs around his ass and locked her ankles together. Her silver stilettos that were still on her feet rose and fell with his relentless thrusting. She urged him, "Fuck my pussy, Jamal.”
“Encouraged, Jamal pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. He set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her body. Directly propelled by his cock, as he hammered his cock into my wife again and again, her big breasts bounced to and fro.
She hooted her pleasure, "Oh, oh, oh, oh."
With a lump in my throat, I could hear her moans evolving into a low groan that I knew she only made when she was really being sexually pleasured.
He hammered her pussy relentlessly. Suddenly, he stabbed his cock really deep into her cunt. He buried every inch of his mammoth cock inside my wife’s sweet pussy then inundated it with his cum. He bellowed like a gratified bull, "Cumming,"
"Fill my pussy, Jamal. Fill my pussy," Sherri hollered. She clutched his ass and tried to get more of his climaxing cock insider her. Her torso reddened with rapture. Her whole body trembled as she joined Jamal in climax. She cried out, "Cum, oh, cum."
Spent, Jamal collapsed on top of my wife with his large cock still deeply interred in her pussy, stretching it with his thickness. Holding her in a doting embrace, she almost disappeared under his muscular frame. They lay for several minutes recovering from their mutual orgasm.
Finally, she patted his ass in appreciation of his cockmanship and said, "Happy New Year, Jamal. You're an awesome lover."
"Thanks," he said, rolling off her still breathing heavily and bathed in sweat. He added, "You got a sweet pussy, Sherri."
She smiled pleased with his praise. Her cunt couldn't contain all of his cum. A steady stream of his cum flowed down the crack of her ass, I found the sight strangely erotic. But, there was an agony at seeing the evidence that my wife had taken pleasure in getting fucked by another man's cock which broke my heart. She must have sensed my dismay because she glanced in my direction, then said to Jamal, “Time for you to leave, Lover.”
Jamal took his cue and quickly dressed. He kissed Sherrie and thanked her for the pleasure she had given him. Then he walked out the door without giving me a second glance. The door closed and I was once again alone with my wife. The silence was deafening.
Sherri looked lovingly at me, seeking reassurance, our eyes locked and she said, "I love you, Sweetie. I love you so much."
With a pensive gaze I remained silent.
"Are you angry with me?" Sherri asked her voice uncertain.
"No, I’m not angry with you, but it wasn't easy to watch you get fucked either."
"I know it wasn't easy for you, but it added to my pleasure," Sherri admitted, sitting up. She said, "I love you. You know that don't you?"
"I know you love me and I love you too. That's why it was so difficult for me to watch him fucking you.”
She nodded with understanding then said, “But it aroused, too didn’t it.”
Closing my eyes and sighing, I nodded in silence. I admitted, “You looked so beautiful when he made you cum. I wish I could make you cum with that kind of intensity.”
“You do when you use your mouth,” Sherri said suggestively spreading her legs, pearlescent goo oozed from her cunt. She actually wanted more intimate attention.
“What do you want me to do?”
Luridly she smiled and said, “Make me cum by licking my pussy.”
Tentatively, I looked at my wife’s pussy. It gapped opened, looking distended and well-fucked. There was another man's cum, seeping from my wife’s cunt. I never imagined that I would ever see such a sight, let alone be asked to lick it up. Yet, I had unadulterated desire to please her. Surrendering to that desire, I nodded my head, stripped and joined her on the bed.
Moving between her spread legs, I timidly lowered my face to her body. Reluctantly, I kissed her distended labia then stabbed the tip of my tongue into the seepage. The salty taste of Jamal’s cum mixed with the delectable tang of her cunt into delectable ambrosia. I broached her pussy with my tongue and ran it up and down the layers of her flesh.
Sherri moaned, tangling her fingers into my hair and dragging my face deeper into her pussy. She cooed, enjoying the tongue bath.
With a mouthful of cum, I lifted my head until she could see my face. I opened my mouth, displaying its contents, then I closed it and swallowed.
"Sweetie, you're the best," Sherri murmured impressed.
It pleased me to pleasure her, so I earnestly sucked and licked her pussy, scouring it of the last vestiges of Jamal's cum. I noticed her clit was unsheathed, so I sucked it vehemently.
“Oh, my,” Sherri muttered, lifting her butt off the mattress and bucking her pelvis with the rising wave of climax.
I not only kept my mouth on her clit, I sucked even harder.
Climaxing she cried out, "Yes, Sweetie, Yes."
Thrilled that I had gratified my wife, I smiled up at her and said, "You look so beautiful when you cum. I love you, Honey."
Returning my attention to her splayed sex, I kissed her taint. Then I pushed the flat of my tongue against my wife's anus. Her body shivered like she had just received an electric shock. She uttered hedonistic whimpers of delight.
Slithering my tongue like a snake, I teased my way into the interior of anus. I wiggled my fingers carefully into her butthole. Twisting them in clockwise and counter-clockwise motions, I stimulated her anus, relaxing it. To diminish her discomfort, I returned my attention to her clit and teased it with my tongue tip. I spread my fingers open like scissors, stretching her rectum. Intensifying her pleasure, I sucked hard on her clit.
I was ready for some sexual satisfaction of my own and my wife knew it and actually needed more as well. I rolled my wife on all fours. Getting behind her posterior, I thrust my cock into her cunt. Usually, I would ease my cock inside her, but after keeping my need in check for hours I let loose. Holding her by the hips I thrust deep and hard into her, she braced herself to keep from toppling forward on her nose. Unfortunately, my cock wasn't thick enough to feel the pleasure of my wife's well-used pussy.
Once I was satisfied that my cock was suitably lubricated, I stabbed my cock into Sherri’s asshole clear to my bloated balls and she gasped in the rapture of pain and pleasure. I thrust into her with abandon, her cries only fueled my desire. I fucked her harder. My cock plunged again and again into her ass propelling my passion. All too quickly, I felt my cock begin to twitch. I pulled her hair until she arched her back allowing me bury myself into her to the hilt. My body tensed, cum spurt from my cock with extreme pleasure. With explosive force I unloaded what felt like a gallon cum into her innards. A euphoric sensation of release washed over me and left me light-headed. I hissed, "Cumming.”
Reaching between her legs, Sherri found and urgently squeezed my balls as they emptied their contents into her innards. She cooed tenderly, "Cum, Sweetie, cum."
After I spent myself, I left my still hard cock buried in my wife’s ass. I pushed my fingers firmly against her agitated clit and curtly ordered, "Cum, Honey cum now."
The pleasing pressure on her clit mixed with the satisfying fullness in her ass. A low rumble began deep in her core and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. She wailed, "Ahhh!”
We both collapsed on the bed and after we recovered, we cuddled. My wife broke the silence, "You understand that tonight was just about sex. And, it was great sex, too. I've never cum so much in my life. But it was just sex, nonetheless. While physically satisfying, it didn't mean anything to me. It was just an adventure. I love you, when we have sex it is a physical expression of my love for you. Do you understand?"
“Yes, I understand. And, I think we’ll have many more adventures this year,” I replied hugging my beloved tight against me.
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