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"Leslie"
After 11 years of what I thought was a perfect marriage, I was stunned to
come home from work one day 3 months ago to hear my wife, Leslie, ask me for
a temporary separation! Her request hit me like a ton of bricks: "we can
still be together Bob", my wife spoke, "but I need to do this for the sake
of our love and marriage", and then she went on to explain how she needed
this "freedom apart" in order to explore her "inner feelings". Not once has
Leslie ever shown signs about any doubts in our marriage, so that's why I
became so devastated with the news. Maybe the stress from work and being a
full-time mom to our 3-year-old son has finally caught up with her, but in
any event even though we were still living together under the same roof our
"temporary separation" didn't actually became apparent to me until I
realized how much time was passing by without the pleasure of sex anymore.
Only a couple of weeks after Leslie broke the painful news to me, my wife
asked that I stay home one night so she could go out with her friends. It's
been a very long time since she's been out alone with the girls (before the
birth of our girls in fact!), so I was hoping that maybe a little fun night
would brighten her spirits and then she could put all this separation
nonsense to an end (and maybe I could finally get laid again). When Friday
night finally came my wife literally locked herself in the bathroom so she
wouldn't be disturbed as she got ready. Anyways, I was only expecting Leslie
to walk out of there with a new outfit on, nothing extraordinary but
something she felt would look better than what her girlfriends were going to
wear. I have to be absolutely certain to stress this next part with you,
because what my wife had on when she walked out of that bathroom totally
surprised the living shit out of me and I knew right then that something has
totally changed about the girl I've known for half my life.
I suppose I forgot about one of the most important details: a brief
description of my wife... Leslie is a gorgeous 29-year-old blonde with a
very pretty face, and even after the birth of our girls a few years ago my
wife has always been able to maintain her weight. She's 5'9" tall, about 140
lbs and she looks especially gorgeous in bikinis during the summer. She has
a plump 34C chest and a tight little round ass that makes her petite body
stand out from the rest so that's why I made sure to "snag her" at such a
young age (she was only 16 when we married).
But getting back to where I was, my eyeballs literally felt like they were
going to pop out of their sockets when I quickly noticed what my wife was
dressed in to go out. She had on this skin-tight high-cut top exposing her
entire mid-riff section, and though she took very good care of herself
during her pregnancy and showed no signs of bearing a child (Leslie's
stomach is very tight and flat) it wasn't this which was concerning me. My
wife was obviously going without a bra, because just by the way that tight
top was clinging to the curvatures of her perky breasts it was very
noticeable from even across the room. But once it became apparent that a
hint of her large nipples could also be somewhat made out through the thin
material, I begged Leslie to please reconsider what she choose for attire.
The top was a dark white in color so they weren't extremely noticeable, but
since it was defiantly a fact that other guys would be getting an excellent
"preview" of my own wife's luscious nipples - I didn't want her to wear it!
Of course, she broke my heart when she began to giggle like a little slut
and insisted that this was the way the "younger generation" dresses now when
they go clubbing and my wife wanted to "fit in". This was the first I heard
anything about her friends taking her to the clubs, I thought (or should I
say hoping) that they were just going to go to the movies or something
simple like it. The thought of my wife on the dance flloor with her plump
tits swaying across her chest as she grinds to the music was filling my mind
with painful images. Men of all ages will want to dance by her side, wanting
to catch an eyefull of her delicate nipples trying desperatly to poke
through her skimpy little top. Knowing how hurt I was to see her literally
having her perfect chest on display like that, Leslie gave me a quick kiss
on the lips when we heard a horn beep in the driveway and said absolutely
nothing as she scampered out the front door and jumped into the back seat of
her friend's car.
For 6 consecutive Fridays in a row, I watched my beautiful wife leave
through the front door while wearing tight jeans and always with revealing
shirts on. Her attractive tits jingling underneath as she scampers across
the walkway in excitement to reach the car filled with her friends. I still
couldn't accept the fact how she was allowing the guys at the club to have
sight of what had been for my eyes only for the past 11 years, dressing in
this manner for 6 weeks in a row I'm sure Leslie has given half the single
guys in town a massive erection. She never comes home until 4 or 5 in the
morning the next day and whenever I thought I could take advantage of her
drunken state every Saturday morning, even then she would push me away
reminding me of our "temporary situation". At this point it had been 2
months since Leslie has given me anything, jerking off was defiantly
starting to suck and I needed my wife's warm, moist cunt wrapped around my
cock! I'm sure she gets wet from hearing alot of compliments about her tits
from all the guys at the clubs, and I could never understand why wouldn't
want me to fulfill her "sexual needs".
I begged her to ask her mother to watch our son for just one Friday night,
just once so I could go out and watch Leslie have a good time on the dance
floor. Maybe if we "grinded" together on the floor she would forget all
about this stupid time-apart bullshit and start being a wife to me again!
She immediately shrugged her shoulders but she did agree, and asked that I
please don't cause a "scene" around her friends especially about how I hate
her "slutty" tops. I promised I wouldn't and insisted I'd "behave" if she
just took me with her just once; but what I learned what my wife had
actually been doing the 6 weeks prior, I wish I had never gone out with her
that night....
When it was time to head out, I was surprised to see that one of her friends
had driven up in a brand new caravan. Apparently the guy her friend was
dating had loaned it to her so the girls could have more room to fit
everyone into one vehicle, now they only needed one designated driver!. I
was asked to sit in the 3rd seat back while Leslie sat in the second, I
didn't question it I just assumed someone else we were getting preferred the
2nd seat. But anyways, I was content enough how my mother-in-law offered to
watch our son so I could finally have a night out with my wife. It wasn't
until we got into Lancaster when I took a better look at my wife's crop top
that I realized how much more revealing this one is compared to the others.
The one she had on now was a much lighter shade of white, so much so that
her brown nipples were extremely noticeable and I couldn't fucking believe I
didn't catch it earlier. Assuming this top was like all the others I never
looked long enough to notice, could it be that I did but I refused to
believe it, but in any event there wasn't turning back now and I promised
not to cause a scene; after 6 weeks I still couldn't accept how Leslie was
without shame flaunting her tits like this for complete strangers at the
clubs.
By now the van was almost full, besides Leslie and I there were 4 other
girls and one of their boyfriends but the only space left was between Leslie
and one of her friends. That's when we pulled into the mall parking lot and
I was surprised to see a huge black guy approach the van. The girls began to
giggle once this guy opened the side door and smiled at them, and when I
watched as he sat by my wife and give her a kiss on the lips I found myself
immediately looking for answers! At first I convinced myself that they just
must be just close friends, Leslie isn't that much of a bitch to go out and
find a black guy to fuck behind my back only to kiss him right in front of
me. My wife is a very "social" person so I was assuming she was really close
to this guy and this was their way of greeting each other.
Once we all got inside the club, the girls quickly ran over to talk with the
bartender and almost immediately I caught him several times glancing down at
my wife's chest, probably feeling his cock twitch at the sight of Leslie's
erect nipples poking through her thin-white shirt right in front of him. The
smirk she had on her face after catching the bartender glancing at her
exposed breasts told a million stories, since our "separation" my wife had
gradually developed into a closet-case exhibitionist and I couldn't believe
it! The sight of other men staring at her chest probably drove her fucking
wild, but if she wasn't having sex with me how was my wife releasing all of
this sexual tension?
Eventually the girls bought themselves drinks, Leslie loves to drink Madarey
sours so I wasn't surprised to see her walk off from the bar with one. I
felt completely ignored when my wife went onto the floor without me to
mingle in with a group of guys, probably the same group of guys she dances
with every week. With her drink still in her hand, Leslie raised her arms up
high over her head and began to "move" her body to the beat. Within seconds
I then caught every guy who was encircled around my wife look down and stare
at her precious tits swaying, both fully and clearly visible under her
"trashy" thin, white top. But Leslie was right, she wasn't the only one.
Though they were much younger, I also caught sight of other girls wearing
similar outfits without a bra; the only difference was they weren't drawing
a crowd like Leslie was, probably because my wife had a better body.
Though it was very painful to know how other men had plain sight of my
wife's plump breasts, what hurt me the most was to see her black friend by
her side the entire night. She was allowing him to feel the soft skin of her
bare sides that her high-cut top was exposing, and on numerous occasions I
watched as Leslie bent over and literally began to rub her tight ass all
around his entire crotch area. I knew they were just dancing, but the sight
of her huge friend reach down to grab her hips with her ass grinding against
his crotch made it look as though he was fucking my wife like she was some
wild bitch in heat. I'm positive Leslie felt his big black hardened cock
press against her inviting cunt, only making her married snatch that much
wetter with curiosity and lust. By the look in his eyes I knew he wanted to
fuck her too, he wanted to show my fragile wife what it felt like to be
ripped apart by a huge black cock.
As soon as we left the club a little after 1a.m., everyone started to pile
into the van and I figured I'd take my place in the 3rd and last seat back
again. Leslie's black friend jumped into the driver's seat which was a
relief because he was the only one out of us all not to drink, but what
surprised me was to see my totally sloshed wife work herself into the
passenger seat next this guy leaving her friends to take seats in the back.
It's only been since our "separation" has Leslie been drunk like this every
week, she seems to be having the time of her life though and I couldn't
complain. However, the events that took place during the drive home drove a
stake through my heart and I couldn't believe I was so fucking stupid and
naive not to notice the suggestions that took place in front of me all night
long.
Being in the farthest seat I didn't have the best view, but I could easily
hear what my wife was saying. While arching her back to make her chest and
perky c-cup tits point straight out, she asked her friend: "What do you
think of my shirt tonight, Travis"? And while looking down at herself while
rubbing her nipples with her index fingers, she even went on to state how
she thought he loved the fact that her tits were so plainly noticeable. I
watched as "Travis" glanced in the rear view mirror to see if I had been
watching, and when he caught my eye he quickly snapped back at Leslie
demanding that she "save it for later"!! My wife's friends kept eyeing each
other obviously worried that I was catching on to what was going on the past
few weeks. But Leslie was so fucking out of it she didn't care what I
thought, and the things she started to say to him forced "Travis" to turn
the radio on loud so I couldn't hear a damn thing.
"It's been a week since I had your big black cock, hun, I can't help if you
make me horny". I watched in disgust as my wife leaned over to him with a
look of lust in her eye, and once I heard a zipper being slowly pulled down
I knew exactly what my little princess was digging for. She wanted to play
with his black cock like she's probably done for weeks before, they probably
talked about not doing anything in front of me tonight but Leslie was so
fucked up on alcohol she could care less about the consequences. Though I
couldn't see much from where I sat, I seen her arm movement suggesting she
was jerking him off and when I seen his facial expressions in the mirror I
knew he wasn't going to stop her.
By now Travis was playing the radio so loud I couldn't hear what my wife was
saying, but from reading her lips I clearly made out a few suggestive words.
"Want", "cum", and "mouth" was enough to tell me what to expect next. Travis
then leaned over and began to kiss my wife passionately excited that my wife
was about to wrap her warm lips around his big hard shaft, while getting
joking smacks from Leslie's friends obviously telling him to keep his eye on
the road. As soon as he focused himself to the road though, I watched in
complete disbelief as my wife's head disappeared from my view as Travis'
eyes began to light up. He reached over and placed a hand on her little ass
and suddenly I watched as his head cocked back once Leslie's back began to
rise and lower over and over again. Though I couldn't see I knew my wife now
had a big black cock in her mouth right in front of me, 11 years of marriage
has meant nothing compared to the total rush of having a real cock shoved in
her mouth right then.. I was forced to watch as Travis then reached up to
lift her crop top enough to expose her breasts, and then with his huge hand
he cupped one of Leslie's big tits and began to massage it.
For several minutes I was forced to watch my wife laying across the driver's
seat, with only the view of her back rising and falling several inches
suggesting Travis must has a big fucking cock and how Leslie was easily able
to devour it. Just by the way she's always sucked mine I knew she could
easily handle more, girls who can bury their noses in your pubic hair
obviously could take more. When Travis began to pull over right on the
highway I knew defiantly what to expect, he began screaming over the
loudness of the radio and I quickly noticed how Leslie's back never rose up
from her last lustful "plunge". I knew my fucking slut wife now had her
moist lips wrapped and sealed around the base of her black friend's thick
shaft, allowing him to drain his balls full of fresh semen down her throat
and into her belly. Not only was she doing this right in front of me, but
without shame inside a van full of on-lookers probably just as lost for
words as I was.
After Travis stopped his "bucking" movements, I watched as my wife quickly
sit back up into her seat with her head cocked back and without surprise an
obvious large clump of her lover's cum dangling from her cheek. It is hard
to explain the awkward feeling of seeing another mans' wad of cum on your
wife's face, she just kind of smiled and slowly took her hand and tried
wiping it off. She obviously thought it was funny, apparently laughing with
a clump of cum in her hand she was now spreading her fingers apart enjoying
the sensation of it's stickiness. Leslie never once played with my cum the
way she was with Travis's, I think she's very turned on over the fact that
other guys got to notice her the first week she went out. Going braless that
first week and probably drawing a crowd of men unlike the other girls who
dress similarly at the club, my wife probably realized how easily she can
control men by just flaunting her tits and she grew to love it. I'm sure the
first time she sucked Travis off and took his entire cock down her throat he
told her how gifted she was to have such a talent, exciting my wife knowing
how she can easily please other men.
I haven't decided what's going to happen between us next, but if one thing
is for certain there is a part of me that got excited watching Leslie please
Travis. I think it's just the fact that I got to watch another guy
experience my wife's incredible addictive blow jobs, something I've always
bragged to my friends about because not many woman know how or could give 2
shits about pleasing their man this way. Leslie has confessed that she's
fucked Travis twice in his one-room apartment since they've met on her first
night out, I'm only fearful now that since she's allowed herself to be
penetrated by his black cock that she won't be able to give it up. She's
told me that the sensation of Travis's "monster" inside of her is like a
drug; she wasn't sure how to handle it's effects the first time (how it
"burned" when he first put it in) but the second time she was "butter in his
arms". If Leslie and I ever do get back together, I'm sure I'll have to
agree to share her but how can I ever please her in bed again if she's
always going to have a big black cock on the side?
The End
--
"After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns
away from the people who didn't do it."
-William S. Burroughs