“Andy!”

The call echoed down the stairs and through the house, distracting me from the film I was watching, which in itself, had been a distraction from what was happening upstairs.

“Yes darling?” I replied, rising from my seat and edging towards the hallway and the bottom of the stairs that led to the bedroom I shared with my wife.

“Come see this!” and my mind raced with thoughts of what my wife was asking me to see. Eager to find out, I rushed up the stairs, taking the steps two and at a time until slightly breathless I reached the top. Taking a moment to compose myself I took a deep breath and then slowly walked towards the entrance to our bedroom. Turning the corner, I stopped in my tracks, shocked and excited at the sight that was presented to me.

Standing in front of the mirror, naked but for a pair of black stilettos stood my wife. She was swaying back and fore on her hips slightly, admiring her shape and figure in the mirror. “What do you think?” she asked before turning to face me, my eyes absorbing every inch of her pale white skin.

“Wow!” I exclaimed as I studied her body. Large heavy breasts still projected proudly from her body despite her now being 40 years of age. While below the small round shaping of her stomach managed to hide the fact that she had carried our two children for nine months each.

Looking further down, I noticed her thick yet shapely thighs before finally my mind focused in on the v shape that nestled between them. Completely smooth, her pussy seemed to smile at me as I absorbed the sight of the naked cunt that I had buried my cock in on so many pleasurable occasions.

“You’re shaved!” I said, the hint of surprise clearly visible in my voice as my eyes continued to dwell on her genitals. Throughout our relationship my wife had never removed all of the hair, preferring to always have some form of trimmed covering.

“Waxed actually.”

“Uhh?” came my reply as I tried to process what she was saying while I continued to openly stare.

“It’s waxed, not shaved, cost me a fortune when I went to get my legs done yesterday.”

“Can I taste it?” I asked, taking one step forward into the bedroom.

Looking at the clock in the room, my wife sighed slightly, “quickly,” she replied, “the taxi is due in half an hour.” Then, lifting her right leg she propped it onto the bed as a I raced forward and dropped to my knees.

Up close her pussy looked even more amazing and as I poked my tongue out, I thrilled at the warm feeling of her clitoris. My mind raced with thoughts as slowly I linked along the line of her labia. We had been together for 15 years and had always enjoyed a good sex life but a few weeks before I had made a shocking discovery. At a party with friends, we had ended up drunkenly playing a game of truth or dare which had turned risqué very quickly.

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“Susan, how many men have you slept with?” her friend Anna had asked with a wicked glint in her eye.

“At least 50,” came the reply, an admission I had never heard from my beloved before and my jaw dropped just at that fact. When we had got together Susan had claimed that she had only been with a handful of serious lovers and now, in front of friends, she was revealing herself to be a horrendous slut.

Soon the questions came back round to my wife again, “have you ever been unfaithful to Andy?” asked another of the group.

“No,” my wife had replied before she had look at me with a hint of fear and desire in her eyes. “But that’s not to say that I haven’t had the offers or the chance.” The world as I knew it crumbled before my eyes as I realised that my wife had fantasies of being unfaithful to me.

Responding to the answers from Susan, the questions had turned to me and whereas up until then I had always picked dare, for once I picked truth. “Andy,” Anna said before taking a deep breath and winking at Susan, “have you ever had a fantasy about your wife being unfaithful?”

Looking at my wife, I admired the blue top she was wearing and the long skirt that covered her legs. Then I met her eyes and smiled at her, nervous as to how everyone would react to my answer, “yes, it’s my favourite fantasy,” I replied.

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“Stop, stop!” my wife said as she pushed my head away from her pussy lips with one of her hands. “I need to get ready and I don’t need the distraction of your giving me an orgasm.”

No longer able to eat her, I rose from my knees and backed off as with a wave of her hands my wife shooed me back towards the bedroom door. “Are you really sure that you want this?” she asked as I watched her turn back towards the mirror.

“We’ve done nothing but discuss this since that night,” I replied, “you want it and I want it, I just wish you had waxed before.”

Susan turned her head slightly so that she could watch me from the corner of her eye, a naughty smirk formed on her face as she did so. “When we got together, neither of us were in to that sort of thing and then I thought I was too old, and my slutty days were behind me.”

“And now?”

“And now? And now I am going out on the pull with my husband watching me, so it seems like a good time to try it.”

“Just remember, any cock that goes in there has to be hung.”

A laugh escaped her lips as she absorbed what I had said, “darling, I’m not doing this to find love, this is purely to find a good fuck, of course any guy who gets to fuck me will be hung. Now stay silent while I finish getting ready or the taxi will be here, and I won’t be ready.” Leaving my wife to get ready I did as was told and stopped speaking but neither did I leave, choosing instead to watch her getting dressed.

Turning to the bed, she picked up a tiny bra that she slowly pulled over her shoulders and breasts before attaching behind herself. Again, she swayed back and fore as if admiring it in the mirror, making sure that in one big swing she gave me a full-frontal view. “Fuck!” I thought to myself as I realised just how little of the bra there was. Two thin black strands reached down over her shoulders, each holding a tiny, fishnet triangle of material that only just managed to cover her nipples and areola. Then, two more thin black strands wrapped around the sides of her chest to connect at the back.

The bra in place I watched as my wife picked up a dark blue racer skirt. Holding it before her, the waist stretched open she carefully stepped into it before pulling it up over her legs and ass. For a woman of her age and shape the skirt was, in truth, a little bit too short and skimpy. It was the sort of thing that I hadn’t seen her wear since she had been in her twenties and she certainly had not worn since the children had been born. Finally, she picked up a blouse that she pulled over her head and straightened into place. White, in colour, it seemed to hang over her tits, while a large opening down the front meant that once positioned there was plenty of boob on display. The clash of colour from the bra meant that as my wife posed for me it was easy to see the outline of where her nipples were.

“Bra or no bra?” Susan asked me as she presented herself to me.

“Ummm,” I stammered, unsure as to how to answer the question or what the best way to handle the matter was.

“You’re right, no bra,” she replied taking me by surprise as I had not decided either way and with two quick moves of her hand I watched as the bra slipped out from under the top.

“Now you have no underwear on at all!” I said as I realised that the shape of Susan’s nipples, were pushing on the blouse that she was wearing.

“You used to love me going without underwear,” the reply was snapped and there was a hint of irritation in Susan’s voice.

“I did.”

“You have always said it makes me slutty looking and more fuckable.”

“I do.”

“So what’s the issue then? Do you not like what I am wearing?”

“Ummm,” I stammered again, “I just wish I could strip all of that off you and stick my cock into you.”

A smile formed on Susan’s face, cheeky and hopeful, “so you like it then?”

“I love it and I am certain you will pull.”

“Good, now my makeup.”

Susan applied her makeup carefully but also thickly, the bright red colour of her lipstick making her mouth stand out as the cock sucking hole that it was. While dark mascara brought out the colour in her eyes so that no man could doubt her desire when she looked at him.

Admiring the finished article, I felt desire growing within me as my eyes took in every inch of my wife’s careful preparation. The thought entered my mind to ask her to stay, so that we could fuck instead but the sound of a car horn outside brought me back to my senses.

“That must be my taxi,” my wife said as an urgency entered her voice. “Now remember, you’re catching up with us because I don’t want to go back to a guy’s house without you being nearby. For my safety and for your pleasure.” I nodded as my wife pushed past me and blew me an air kiss so that she would not disturb her lipstick.

From the doorway I watched as she slowly descended the stairs, the heels proving a challenge to her in the moment. Arriving at the bottom, she picked up her handbag and fussed around in it for a moment before looking back up at me. “I have plenty of condoms, so don’t worry!”

Before I had a chance to reply, Susan blew me another kiss, opened the door and stepped outside. “Bye!” I called to nobody as the realisation that my wife was on the pull and I was home alone sunk in.

 

An hour and a half later and following the random text messages that I had been receiving from my wife telling me where she was, I arrived at her most recent location. The Anchor was a pub that overlooked the docks for the city in which we lived and had a reputation for being a place where couples hooked up for one-night stands. In fact, it had a reputation amongst young university students in the city as being a good place for Grab-a-Granny nights. That is to say, a place where young and virile men could go to find older and “desperate for it” women.

I should not be surprised at the choice of location I reflected on stepping inside the building. As it was a Saturday night it was busy and by the bar a large group of students were partaking in drinking competitions. Given the size of some in the group and the bruises and bumps they sported it was clear that it was the university rugby team. “They are sure to be up for some older sluts,” I thought to myself as a space formed to the side of them. Squeezing into it, I managed to catch the attention of the barmaid and ordered myself a drink.

Waiting for it to arrive, my mind raced with the thoughts that had filled my head since Susan had left the house. Gangbangs and massive, black cocks had left me with no choice but to play with myself as I had showered. Luckily, by some great effort of will, it had been possible to stop myself from reaching orgasm but now I was even more desperate for the sight of an unfaithful wife.

My phone vibrated in the pocket in which it was ensconced and removing it I read the message, “I can see you, we’re in the corner seat that looks down on the old sailing ship.”

Instantly, I knew where my wife was, the sailing ship was a floating museum that occupied the next dock berth along from where the Anchor stood. The window in the far-right corner of the pub provided an amazing view of it while below the window was a large round table half of which was surrounded by a bench seat.

Pushing through the crowd, I managed to find Susan sitting on the bench seat, half wrapped around the leg of a young, well-toned student while to her right sat Anna. It was always going to be the case that my wife had gone out on the pull with Anna. Not only had she been the person who had asked the awkward questions, but she was also a serial monogamist who was currently between relationships. If, in the case of Anna, you could call them a relationship given that they rarely lasted more than 6 months and she often gave boring sex as the reason to end it.

Taking a seat at a small table opposite them, I watched the two women. Anna was already kissing the young man she had targeted while he slowly rubbed a hand up and down her stockinged leg. She was wearing a small, tight, red dress which squeezed her surgically enhanced breasts until they almost fell out of the top of it. Susan was not quite so advanced in her endeavours, sitting sideways she had wrapped her far leg over the top so that her knee rested just above his. Meanwhile he had an arm wrapped around Susan’s shoulders, the hand dangling down so that it almost touched her breasts. Their faces were inches from each other as they spoke, the conversation clearly erotic and filled with sexual tension.

As I watched, I noticed that my wife’s hand slowly reached over, her red coloured nails searching for the groin of her prospective lover. I had not noticed the nails earlier, my wife normally choosing to have plain nails, it was a thrill to see that they were long and painted. Her fingers reached the groin and slowly rubbed over the dark blue denim that hid his cock from view as a thrill filled me.

The stroking of the groin became more intense and I realised that I could just make out the shape of a swelling cock beneath the fingers.  Then, unexpectedly my wife pulled back slightly and whispered something to the young man. Rising from her seat, she walked past me towards the main area of the pub, discreetly poking her tongue out in the process. As she went, I noticed the man squirm in his seat slightly as he became aware of the fact that his erection was likely visible to any onlookers. Comfortable at last, he looked around to see if anybody was watching before catching my eye which caused him to blush slightly as I smiled back.

Now that my wife had disappeared, I noticed Anna also make her excuse and she soon followed the direction that Susan had headed in. As she passed, Anna winked at me and I wondered about whether I would ever have a chance to fuck my wife’s kinky friend. The two young men looked at each other and smiled awkwardly for a moment. Then, as I watched their lips, the noise in the pub being too high to hear the competition it became clear that they were comparing their respective conquests.

My phone vibrated again, and I slipped it from the pocket as I stayed seated and read the message. It was from my wife, “nice guy, small cock, left via the back,” it read. Soon it was followed by a second message, “gone to Black Tail.”

Downing my drink, I nodded to the two men as I rose to my feet and headed for the exit. I felt sorry for them as I realised, they would both wonder why it was that the shags they had found for the night had disappeared.

I worked my way through the streets until in the distance I could see the small, neon sign that marked the entrance to Black Tail. It was a nightclub with a reputation for being a place where anything goes. Rumours abounded of people fucking in the booths or in the toilets and the staff doing nothing to stop it. As I approached, I heard a voice call to me from a darkened doorway, “psst! Andy! Over here!”

Staring into the dark, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust until I could just make out the shapes of Susan and Anna. Glancing to my left and right to make sure nobody was watching too closely I joined them in the doorway. The two women wrapped themselves around me on both sides and I found both Anna and Susan take it in turns to kiss me, full on with tongues probing my mouth as they did. It was Susan who kissed me first and as she released me from her passion, Anna grabbed me by the mouth with her fingers and pulled my lips towards hers. As Anna and I kissed I heard a giggle emit from the mouth of my wife as she seemed to enjoy the idea of sharing me with her best friend.

“Anna’s really upset at the fact that I pulled her away from that guy she had found, supposedly he had a big cock.”

“Yes, I was so looking forward to him filling me,” the friend said as she feigned being angry.

“Anyway, I have had to agree that if Anna can’t find a cock tonight then she is going to have you.”

The comment caught me off guard and I took a step back from the two of them, “you what?” I asked.

“You heard,” replied my wife, “if Anna doesn’t get a fuck tonight, you are to fuck her.”

Raising my hands in an indication of apology, I looked at the two women in turn. “Woah!” I exclaimed, “the whole idea of tonight is that my wife is getting fucked while I have to be tortured by the experience. Not that I get to bust a nut in her horny friend.”

“You’re saying you won’t fuck Anna for me?” my wife asked with a hint of hurt and pain in her voice.

“Yeah,” interjected Anna, “do you really want to turn these down?” As she spoke Anna pulled at her dress until her breasts popped out of the top of it. Staring at the exposed nipples I slowly licked my lips at the thought of getting to experience such amazing breasts.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t think Anna would be a great fuck, it’s just what tonight is about,” I replied nervously, worried that I might ruin the evening with my reaction.

“Oh well Anna, guess you will have to find another real cock then, I told you my hubby was a bit small for your tastes anyway.”

“Yes, I guess I will but maybe he can eat me out in the morning?”

“Only if he still has the energy after eating this well fucked thing,” as my wife spoke, she pulled up her skirt to give myself and Anna a flash of her naked and smooth vagina.

“We better go get you some dick then,” Anna replied with a grin before taking hold of my wife and pulling her towards the club so that they walked arm in arm.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, my mind raced with thoughts of what was going on. Then I wondered if Anna and Susan had conspired to create this entire setup. In the time since the game of truth and dare I had discovered that Anna, who had been friends with Susan since school. Had known everything about Susan’s love life before meeting me, often going out together on the pull and even on more than one occasion sharing the odd boyfriend. To the extent that they had secretly worked together to keep him distracted while the other was being unfaithful.

So, in a drunken moment had Susan told Anna that she wanted to get back in the saddle when it came to guys, to sleep around like in the old days? Had Anna agreed to test the water for her, to see if I could be persuaded to let it happen? Even, was it the case that part of the deal for Anna helping Susan was that they would then work together to keep me entertained while Susan was unfaithful to me?

My cock felt rock hard and strained against the boxers and trousers that kept them in place while I thought of all the possibilities. Then I realised that inside, maybe, I liked even more the idea of not having either of them but just being a cuck for both. Providing the care and support of a husband while having to live with the humiliation and shame of them being unfaithful to me.

“Either way,” I thought to myself, “let’s get tonight over with first and see if my wife can go the whole way.”

 

Stepping into the club, I passed along the small corridor that led to the cavernous dance area beyond. Along the far end of the room, a low stage allowed the more extroverted to dance in full view of everyone else. While to the left a long, bar allowed the purchase and consumption of copious amounts of alcohol. A small white light in the opposite corner of the room led the way to the toilets while at the end of the corridor was a smaller bar which had more of a pub setup to it.

As I watched, I noticed Anna and Susan climb the steps up onto the stage which due to the time of night had not yet filled up with club goers. The two of them danced in time with the music but as they moved, their actions were clearly directed by their respective style of dress. Moving sensually, Anna swayed her hips back and fore in a way that would entice any real man to want to feel her hips moving over his penis. Whereas opposite her, the more sluttily dressed Susan swung her hips in a far more energetic series of moves. The swaying being enough that at times the skirt rose to reveal the rounded shape of her ass.

More and more my eyes became focused on the unfaithful shape of my wife dancing and as she moved, her body shifted so that she could face the small crowd of onlookers. From my position I could see that a group of hopeful men had gathered below Anna and Susan and were beckoning to the two of them.

The beat of the music changed and whether on purpose of by accident, Susan swung an arm in front of her body, lifting her skirt in the process. Too far away to see in detail, a cheer from the men that was loud enough to overcome the music confirmed to me that they had all been treated to a flash of her pussy.

Using my phone, I managed to film a small section of Susan’s dance as again, this time confirming that it was deliberate. My wife flashed her cunt at the crowd of men gathered below. I sent the video to my wife, “you slut,” I labelled it. Just in time to see that she had crouched down on her haunches and was talking to someone in front of her. Unfortunately, I could not see the man, but they were clearly locked in conversation.

Susan stood back up and took a step right to the edge as a pair of hands rose up the side of her legs and took hold of her hips. The hands disappeared under my wife’s skirt and I felt a thrill at the idea that the man was groping her arse. She leant forward so that she could place her hands on his forearms to steady himself and then slowly she was lowered down to the main dance floor. In my mind, I could see her land safely on her feet, the hands still tucked inside her skirt before a gentle kiss to say thank you to the man who had caught her interest.

Now lost from view, I moved around until I was closer to the dance floor and the stage. Anna was still on the stage, but she was now entertaining two men who were clearly competing for her attention as below my wife danced with her new man. From my new position I was finally able to get a first sight of the man who had attracted her attention. Tall, he had very dark, black skin which helped to show off the powerful muscles that filled his arms. Pulled tight over his body was a black t-shirt while on his legs he wore black trousers.

He had placed his arms around my wife, and she seemed to be enveloped within his hold. Certainly, if I had decided to stop him from taking my wife in a bout of jealousy, there would be nothing I could do about it.

The thought that Susan was going to be unfaithful with me by going with such a black bull thrilled me. It was beyond my wildest dreams and I hoped that Susan would realise just how excited I would be by the idea of her being pounded by such a man. Arms tensing for a moment, the man pulled Susan in even closer to the extent that her legs parted, and she was clearly straddling his large and muscular thigh. Then, the moment I was really hoping for happened and the two of them kissed. It was just a gentle touching of lips at first but quickly it progressed to a full snog as the man tilted his head and pushed out his tongue into the mouth of my wife.

It excited me to see my wife kissing such a powerful and desirable man and then I realised that she had placed a hand between them. The fingers stroking across his groin in the process as the passion between them grew. “He’s hung,” I thought to myself and my excitement at the idea he was going to fuck her grew. In fact, it was no longer a hope that he would get to take her but not a belief that she was going to let him.

They kissed and danced for so long that I lost track of time but eventually they parted as Anna approached my wife. Together, the two women headed in the directions of the toilet as I watched the man turn to his own friends who high fived him in celebration. Waiting, I wondered what would happen next between my wife and her new lover.

A vibration shook my semi-hard cock as the phone that nestled in a pocket next to it spring to life. Looking at the screen I saw that Susan was sending me a video message and I switched it on to see that she appeared to be tucked in a cubicle with Anna. Her eyes were alive with thoughts of sex, a look I had not seen appear to such an extent since before our children had been born.

“His name is Ben, and I am going back to his hotel room!” she said as I held the phone close to my face in order to hear it. “He has a big, big, black cock oh and…” as she spoke, I saw her hold up the condoms from her handbag. “He is too big, too black and too gorgeous to use condoms so I will let him take me bareback.” With that, the condoms all tipped out of her hand as she released them from her fingers, and they fell towards the floor.

I ended the call, my body now wracked with the thrill and excitement of what was to come to the extent that I could not longer concentrate. Putting my phone away I looked back to where Ben had been stood just as my wife returned from the toilet.  The two of them embraced and kissed again though this time, rather than him pulling her close so that she straddled his thigh I noticed that their hips remained separated. Instead, one of Ben’s hands now appeared between them and as I watched I saw it disappear under the skirt and between Susan’s legs.

My wife gasped loudly as the fingers pushed their way into her and I rushed to take a video of another great and slutty act. The thrill was enough that my wife broke away from the kiss and instead placed her head onto Ben’s shoulder. As she did so, her head turned so that our eyes met as the first hint of a building orgasm crossed her face.

Flicking her tongue towards me, Susan took a moment to regather her thoughts and pull away from Ben’s hardworking fingers. They kissed again before talking briefly and then, turning towards the exit, Ben led my wife willingly towards it. Nearer to the entrance the crowd thinned, and Ben took the opportunity to pull Susan in closer so that they could walk arm in arm.

A moment later, I lost them to view as they stepped into the corridor that led out of the club and I ran for the exit in order to try and keep up. Stepping outside, I looked up and down the street until in the distance I could see the two of them. Still arm in arm, Ben had moved his arm further down my wife’s back so that it now rested on her backside. His fingers had pulled up the hem of Susan’s skirt so that the hand rested on her bare buttock.

I was ready to explode but knew that I need to keep my cock under control until after Susan had been ravaged by his and so, taking care, I started to follow from a distance. As I moved away from the club a voice called out to me from behind and I looked over my shoulder to see Anna. She was arm in arm with two guys and with a wave of her hand she signalled goodbye.

Giving a brief wave of my arm, I focused back on the fact that was currently all encompassing. That my wife had pulled and was on her way to be fucked by a black guy.  Following the two of them, they soon arrived at a large, city centre hotel that I presumed was the one Ben was staying in. Running to catch up with them, the doors slid open and I was able to pass through into the reception area as if I was just another hotel guest. The two of them headed for a lift while I walked into the opposite direction and into the bar. Ordering a drink, I took a seat on my own at a table in the corner of the room and waited.

My phone vibrated and I pulled it out and saw that I was receiving a video call from Susan. Activating the call, the camera filled with a view of her ample bosom. She leaned back slightly and blew me a kiss before glancing to her right. As she stepped back further, I realised that I could see most of the bedroom, including the bed as Ben appeared on camera. “He must have been to the toilet I thought to myself.”

The two of them kissed again and this time, Ben reached inside the blouse that my wife was wearing, and she moaned as he took hold of one of her sensitive nipples. Her hands reached around and took hold of Ben’s muscular arse pulling him in for a deeper kiss. “Excuse me,” a voice spoke to the front of me, “I couldn’t help notice how you arrived, was that your wife going to get blacked?”

Looking up from the phone I stared at the person who has asked the question. He was a slightly podgy, small man who was balding slightly. I wanted to say yes but was worried about who the man was and how he would react and so I stared blankly at him as I slowly and nervously licked my lips.

“May I?” the man indicated to the seat opposite me but instead of waiting for an answer he sat down instead. “This must be your first time, my wife is upstairs right now, we love each other very much but have not fucked for years. Instead, she spends her life with a series of young, black, bulls who pound her every chance she gets.”

Blinking, I continued to watch the man when all I wanted to do was watch my wife with Ben. “I take it your wife is letting your watch? I am never allowed to watch, when it is over, I will get called to the room to eat her lover’s cum from her.  Only then will she actually achieve orgasm.”

“Do you want to watch?” the question caught me by surprise even though it had come from my lips. “My wife has just got there, she has setup her phone to film it and is live streaming it, right now…” glancing down at my phone I took in the image in front of me, “the guy has just taken her top off and is sucking on her nipples.”

Rising from his seat, the man moved around and took the chair next to me, pulling it in close so that he could get as good a view as possible. “Your wife is very busty and dresses like a real slut,” the man said as he watched Ben sucking on Susan’s heavy tits. “Is he going to use a condom?”

“No, the original plan was to use a condom, but she has dumped them all as she wants him to fuck her properly.”

“Impressive,” the man commented but I was not certain if that was in reference to the fact that my wife was going to fuck bareback or that the man had just removed his t-shirt. His powerful and muscular chest now enveloping my wife so that her breasts pressed against his naked flesh as they kissed.

Using her hands, my wife pushed Ben’s trousers towards the floor before following them until she was on her knees. The waist band of the trousers exposed half of his long, hard cock and for a moment Susan knelt there, watching and waiting. She licked the base of the cock and looked up into Ben’s eyes, “you are massive, aren’t you?” she asked, and her black lover nodded. Then, with one last push she freed the huge cock which sprung free and bobbed in front of her face. “Mmmm,” she murmured before taking the head between her lips.

“What’s her name?” the man asked from beside me and I glanced at him before looking back at my wife as she sucked the enormous black cock.

“Susan,” I replied, and I heard the man smirk.

“Back in the day, I was a bit of a party animal, sadly these days I can’t get it up anymore but back then I fucked a load of girls. Your wife was one of them.”

“What?” I asked in shock as I saw Susan slide the huge, black, cock down her throat.

“Yeah, I had a sort of thing going with her and a friend of hers called Anna, they were a good fifteen years younger than me, but I spent a good six months fucking them both on and off while they screwed their way round, the city.”

“You’ve fucked my wife?” the shock in my voice was evident but I was unable to take my eyes away from the phone. Her skill in deep throating such a large cock had made me realise just how much of a horny cougar my wife really was.

“Yeah, fucked her loads, even fucked her with a couple of friends, real dirty little whore.”

A feeling of shame and inadequacy filled me as Susan rose back onto her feet, pushing her skirt down to the floor, before dropping backwards onto the bed. In position, legs open, Ben climbed on top, his cock pointing towards her mouth as he lowered himself to that his head fell between her legs.

“I had a big cock back then, real powerful hammer, and she was the best at taking it, far better even than her friend Anna… oh those were the days. She hasn’t lost any of her skills either.”

The sight of my wife 69’ing with such a hung, monster of a man left me with no choice but to agree. “I wish I had known her back then, been dating her back then.”

“What do you mean?” the man asked as I watched Ben rise to his feet again. Spinning my wife around on the bed, he positioned himself between her legs that rose up so that the feet rested on his shoulders.

“The idea of being her cuck has always thrilled me, I would have loved to have been her cuck in the younger days.”

“Oh!” the man replied as I watched my wife begging her lover to enter her as he used his hand to rub the head of his penis up and down the line of her labia.

“Enter me! Fuck me!” she begged and with a groan of pain and pleasure, Ben thrust his hips forward so that he filled my wife.

“I think she would have liked that even then,” the man commented as the two of us watched my wife taking her first steps as a hotwife and with a black cock at that.

Now that he was in position, Ben started to pump into and out of the love of my life with energy and speed as she wrapped her legs around his back. Each thrust brought a moan of pleasure from her lips as she thrilled at the sensation of being fucked.

“She really is a slag,” the man whispered under his breath and I could only agree with his thoughts.

Ben pulled out of my wife and guided her with his hands so that she rolled onto her knees. Below, her heavy breasts swung free as the black cock was guided back into her body. Moments later, he pushed himself in deep causing Susan to cry out before the back and fore motion make her body shake with each thrust.

It was now too much for my wife and she started to moan as her body pushed closer and closer to orgasm. “I want you to cum with me,” she begged as her lover thrust his entire length deep into her. “Please cum with me,” she said again, and Ben gave out a deep grunt before a moment later Susan looked to her phone, her face strained, her mouth open and gave out a long and loud scream.

At the same time, Ben grunted heavily, and his pace slowed as he spilled his fertile seed deep into my wife’s eager vagina. Sated, the two of them fell onto the bed, their bodies panting as they recovered their breath.

“She still cums like a whore then,” the man who had been watching with me said and I tore my eyes away long enough to look at him.

“Not with me she doesn’t.”

“And that is why you are a cuck, you can’t please a woman like that, it’s just not in you.”

“Andy, Andy!” it was a male voice that was calling, and it seemed to be coming from the phone which confused me. “Andy,” the voice said again as I finally refocused on the scene I had been watching. Filling the camera view Ben’s faced looked out at me, “hi Andy, room 222, why don’t you visit and see your well fucked wife. Who knows, by the time you get here I might be ready to take her again.”

Ending the call, I turned to the man, “thanks for letting me know about my wife but I have somewhere to be.”

“I understand,” he replied giving a wan smile that suggested that he wished he still had the ability to do such things.

Rising from the chair I ran for the lift which could not come soon enough and minutes later I found the door to room 222 being opened to me. Stepping inside I passed the naked Ben, his cock still wet from my wife’s orgasm, and approached the bed where she lay. Her legs hung open as cum dribbled slowly from within her hole.

“Would you like to clean me up?” my wife asked dreamily, and I found myself unable to refuse. Lowering to my knees, I craned my head forward until I could reach her labia with my tongue. Scooping with the tip, I tasted the first dollop of Ben’s cum as I pulled it from my wife. Susan moaned as I did so, and I glanced up to see that Ben was lowering his cock into her mouth again.

In that moment I realised that my cock would never feel the inside of my wife’s holes again and the thought made me happy.

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