I have adapted this story from another and enlarged it by over 75% The beginning was a good example of a scenario I had wished to start a story from and I was encouraged to adapt, enhance and take the story on from there. I hope you enjoy my most recent offering.
NEW DESIRES.
The neon sign proclaimed that good food, drink and fun could be found inside. Just fun? Or something more? Inside, fun gave way to passion, which then gave way to… sex, or at least the yearning for it. The lighting in the bar was dim which made things difficult to see, but not impossible. I sat on a stool at the end of the bar, observing. The place was a local “meat market” where men and women went to meet and then leave for whatever brand of passion they could muster. It was about three-quarters full with an equal number of men and women. My eyes kept coming back to a woman at the other end of the bar who was perched on a stool showing just the right amount of leg. About my age, shoulder length blonde hair and a pair of the most fantastic tits I have ever seen. She had on a short leather mini-skirt and a halter-top that concealed just enough to make you want to see more. Black lace push-up bra underneath with plenty of cleavage showing. Her black stockings and red (bright red) “come fuck me” shoes with five-inch heels complemented the look! She looked and acted like a high-class hooker out for the night. A £300 an hour hooker. I knew her well. And not from paying for her pleasures. This magnificent sex pot of a woman was my wife Susan.
Susan had not always been like this. We had been married for many years. During that time we had raised two reasonably well-adjusted kids, struggled and succeeded with our respective jobs and, somehow, managed to stay in love with each other. But… yeah, I know, there is always a “but”. In our case the “but” was sex. Sure, we had an active sex life, making love two, sometimes, three times a week. Something had been lacking, though, and we both knew it even if we didn’t want to admit it.
It was… excitement that was missing. Our sex life, though active, had become well, lacking surprises. But we made a deal for a solution that fit both our needs. As I look back on things I’m still not sure how we did it and not sure I care-it’s the results that count-but I’ll try and explain. So let’s go back to last night’s escapade at the bar. Susan coyly winked at me just as the bartender, a lanky young man named Joel, delivered her a drink. Flashing him her best smile and coyly brushing her hand across his forearm, she accepted the drink with her now-characteristic flourish. She was surrounded by a group of men, all vying for her attention. She had them eating out of her hand as they competed to be the one she left with. I paid for my drink, satisfied Susan was in complete control, and left. I drove around for about 2 hours or so and then made my way home. As I drove my mind wandered, wondering which guy from the group at the bar she would pick. The older executive type, the young stud, or the bar lothario with the flashy car and flashier wallet? I knew she would surprise me. She usually did these days.
After allowing enough time for Susan to get home and get started, I parked in the driveway, careful not to make any noise. Entering the house there was only one feature - darkness. The hallway was pitch-black with no light on in the house. The kids were away for the weekend; we had planned to be alone. Well, not quite alone. My cock got hard in anticipation of what I might find. I fumbled with my keys, almost stumbling over something that lay scattered on the floor. Reaching down, I picked up first a woman’s bra, then shoes and handbag. There was half of a wardrobe thrown about. Mini-skirt, stiletto high heels, then a man’s trousers and shirt. Which guy was it, I wondered? And…what would my reaction be this time? She’s at it again, I thought. But, as we said to each other when we started this, a deal is a deal.
I only had to continue on with my search to confirm my suspicions. Following the trail of clothes strewn in the hallway, I came to the end of the foyer. Sounds, intermittent noises came from the back of the house. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I spied a small sliver of light peeking out from under the door to our master bedroom. Shivering with anticipation, I crept silently to the doorway.
Pressing my ear to the door I could hear, even feel, motion inside. Reaching for the doorknob, I turned it ever so slowly, easing the door open as I did. A lone candle burned in the corner of the room, casting light randomly about, the shadows moving with the flame. It would take several seconds for my eyes to adjust again but my hearing picked up the sounds immediately, the unmistakable sounds of sex. As my vision became clearer I saw our familiar four-poster bed, draped with sheer white linen to obscure, but not hide, what (and who) was behind. I could discern the outline of a woman kneeling on the bed, her hand grasping at the waist area of a man standing at the other side. As I lifted the linen cover the woman’s outline took shape, became clearer, and I recognised Susan’s familiar shape and curves. Five foot five, blonde hair, tits round and firm and her lovely, peachy ass, still encased in her black panties and framed by her suspender belt and stockings. Even though she had her backside towards me I would know her anywhere. You get to know every aspect of your wife, being married as long as we had been.
Her male friend was vaguely familiar. Tall, muscular, but not overly so. Early 20’s, about half our age. Hidden by the darkness I could barely see him. As recognition came I thought, yes, Susan had surprised me again. Her choice for tonight was the bartender, Joel. And a good choice at that. His skin was the colour of charcoal, which contrasted sharply with my wife’s pale complexion. And well endowed. I could tell his cock was big even though Susan had at least 4 inches of it firmly planted in her mouth with her hand around the rest. Oblivious to my presence, she continued her sucking. As I watched I marvelled at her sensuality. My cock got hard as she tilted her head back and took his cock in, not just part way, but all the way down to the base of the shaft. Arriving there she pumped with her lips and tongue, giving him an incredible pleasure that, just watching, took my breath away. Before we made our deal Susan occasionally gave head but without really “liking” to do it. Now she was a tigress as she gobbled his engorged chocolate cock like there was no tomorrow. You can tell when a woman likes giving a man head and Susan liked it…hell, she loved cock now. All kinds, white, black, brown, circumcised or not. Lately I noticed a penchant for black guys with a minimum of 9-inch, 10-inch cocks, and bigger if she could find them. Well, a deal is a deal.
Joel glanced at me in surprise, not expecting to see me. He began to pull back but I raised a finger to my mouth and made a shushing motion, indicating that he should remain silent. He must have recognised me as a friendly face from the bar because, visibly relieved, he looked back down at my wife and continued receiving from her that magnificent blowjob.
Susan lathered his magnificent cock which was now glistening with her saliva and his pre-cum. She stroked him up and down his full length and she appeared mesmerised by his foreskin stretching over his plum sized cock-head. I am circumcised so this was a new sensation to her. “You feel like silk Joel” Susan cooed as she cupped his massive balls in her other hand. Joel was in ecstasy as my loving white wife worked his straining cock, now revelling in the idea that her husband was watching her, apparently with his total blessing as she administered such intimate pleasure to a complete stranger.
Joel announced that he was about to cum and asked her if she wanted that to happen. “If it means you going soft and leaving me with nothing to play with, then no” she replied. “I can get hard almost immediately” said Joel. At that Susan began to stroke him smoothly as he threw his head back and opened his mouth in pleasure. “Come for me Joel” hissed Susan. “Look at my little white hand on your massive cock Joel” declared Susan. “You are huge you gorgeous black stud and I cannot wait to have you.” Joel erupted at that point, spraying his cum in a high arc and over Susan’s delicate hand and forearm. “My God it’s like a fountain” squealed Susan as she continued milking his cock as more of his seed oozed from him. “If that had been inside me I would have flooded” she continued. Susan grabbed some of the bedclothes and began to wipe her and Joel. “Now young man lets see you get hard again for me as promised”
Joel pulled Susan towards him and began licking her nipples whilst he eased one hand between her legs. As his hand crept inside her panties he felt her smooth, shaven lips he felt his massive cock twitch in anticipation of being inside this highly erotic white, married woman. Joel stroked Susan’s pussy as he moved his mouth from her nipple to her ear and breathed “I need to taste this wonderful smooth cunt Susan, would you like me to eat you?” Susan responded by being barely able to talk but hoarsely breathed “Oh God yes, please go down on me Joel” as she felt her pussy moisten further and the ache in her loins grow stronger. Joel effortlessly shifted my wife around until she was on all fours and lifted her rear end into the air. He lowered his mouth and tongue to her now exposed pussy and anus and began a series of long, slow licks the length of her pussy.
Susan responded involuntarily by pushing her now dripping pussy hard onto Joel’s tongue and mouth. “Oh fuck, fuck, please” she purred as Joel continued to marvel at the writhing white wife beneath him. He had never known quite why but it seemed that white women went crazy for his long tongue and thick lips clamped over their pussy as they opened themselves up entirely to his ministrations. His cock was by now rock hard again and threatening to burst, as Susan reached beneath herself and took his length in her tiny white hand again. “Good boy” she breathed as she again marvelled at his girth and length and slowly milked him in time to his tongue fucking her now sopping pussy.
I moved silently to the bed, lifted up the linen, climbed on the bed and knelt at my wife’s head. Until then she still had not observed my presence. Stroking my cock, I brought myself to erection, and offered my cock to her gaping mouth.
Susan was startled by the addition of a third person to the bed but did not pause or miss a beat. From behind, each pulsing, driving move of Joel’s tongue into her pussy was met with an equal, but opposite movement from her. Joel lifted himself from his kneeling position and told Susan he was going to enter her. He eased the head of his enormous organ to the upturned lips of her pussy and dipped his cock in just an inch or so. Susan gasped and moaned involuntarily as she felt her lips expand at this new sensation. I watched in amazement as he was able to control himself from just plunging his enormous slab of black meat into her but moved his hips and cock into her pussy with gentle consideration. He knew he had something most women never experienced and realised Susan would need time to fully take him if she was to enjoy the experience to the maximum.
As Joel eased deeper into her, Susan seemed able to take each inch as it disappeared into her swollen and leaking cunt. As Joel continued to feed Susan her first truly large cock she was working her magic on me with her mouth. How she could concentrate I will never know but she still managed to have me on the verge of coming whilst being stretched out by Joel from the rear. Without a sound she leaned forward, looked over her shoulder at Joel, nodded and smiled. Joel hesitated a moment, then realised what she wanted. Joel smiled back at her, placed his hands on her hips, literally stood up and then began feeding all of his engorged cock into Susan. He only stopped when his huge balls rested gently on her arse and she was squealing and gasping like a woman starved of air. “Oh god, oh fuck yes, fuck I can feel you in my throat she moaned as Joel began a long, hard drilling into her distended pussy. She looked every inch the porn star in her black stockings, arse lifted high in the air and a huge-cocked black stud dipping his long, thick cock into her.
I had never heard Susan so vocal. Joel was clearly triggering sensations way beyond anything I had caused her to experience over the years of our marriage. The strange sensation on my part was the deep love I felt for my wife, precisely at the moment she was receiving the best sex of her life and it was not being provided by me!
I needed to see much closer up, what was occurring between my wife’s legs and so I slid my cock from her mouth, lay on my back and shuffled underneath her with my head towards her nether regions. The sight which met my eyes almost caused me to roar with lust. Joel had already eased her ass back down into a horizontal rather than vertical position and was now sawing into Susan from behind rather than from above. I could see Susan’s clitoris, fully exposed and engorged, moving back and forward as if of its own accord. As I inched further under I saw the black length of his cock, glistening with my wife’s juices as it slid to and fro with his heavy and low-hanging balls dangling and swirling about a foot in front of my eyes. I watched in amazement as her pussy lips were drawn in and out by the sheer girth of his manhood as he slid his length in an out of her. Each entry into her pussy was matched by a groan from Susan as she felt the full length and thickness of her lover, reach deep inside her and collide with areas previously untouched. She seemed to be experiencing mini orgasms every few minutes as she was pleasured to new heights. Joel was clearly a master at giving rather than taking, as any normal man ought surely to have by now exploded under such erotic conditions. I mean, being allowed to stroke, lick and fuck a willing white wife was the fantasy of many wives and black studs I am sure. But to be actively encouraged to provide a wife with such a thrill and by a cock of Joel’s magnitude, by her husband who was not only giving his blessing, but was actively participating and encouraging him was beyond normal boundaries. And all three of the participants were in sheer ecstasy at that moment.
“Oh god David, so big, so big” she spluttered to me as her fucking continued.
“Lie on your back David” suddenly Joel announced.