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Subject: Wife Fucked Black...and I Watched
From: jmann <richland336@hotmail.com>
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Date: Fri, 03 Feb 2006 04:38:02 +0000
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Just thought I'd post my little adventure on here. Seems the appropriate
place. My wife Patty and I visited a nude beach in the southern U.S.
(I'll keep the location secret for reasons you shall see). After about
an hour of enjoying the sun and surf, a well built black man approached
Patty and started chatting. He was dark skinned, had a half erect large
cock dangling past his thigh and seemed very interested in Patty.
I'd alway fantasized about Patty doing a black man so I just buried my
face in my paperback while surreptiously listening to the conversation.
Better describe my wife at this point. She's 5 foot 3 inches, with long
dark hair about halfway down her back, a curvy 120 lbs with sexy
upturned 34B tits and a dark hairy bush that's trimmed but deliciously
thick. We're both in our mid 30s.
The black guy (who I'll call Tyrone) just wouldn't go away. And wife
didn't seem to want him to go away. At first Patty crossed her thighs so
as not to expose her pussy, but after about 10 minute of conversation I
noticed she opened up in more way than one. I glanced over to see the
hot Dixie sun gleaming off her now plump labia. The slightest hint of
wetness was visible in the folds. She was clearly excited. Tyrone stayed
half erect, but I noticed him moved a couple of inches closer to Patty's
beach lounge chair. His cock was only 2 feet from her face, yet they
small talked about fitness and vacations and the weather and other
stuff.
Patty and I, by mutual consent, have an open marriage. Our one rule is
that the other know what the other is doing. We went on this vacation
with the understanding something might happen to expand our sexual
horizons. So I made an excuse and headed off to the public restrooms on
the beach, hoping Patty and Tyrone would use the time to head off to our
hotel room. I wasn't disappointed.
I waited on the beach about 15 minutes, wrapped up my towel, folded my
chair and headed back to the room at the Sheraton. I had to hold the
towel in front of my trunks to hide the hardest erection I'd had in
years. My head was even throbbing with excitement, so much so i was
dizzy.
When I reached the room, I set the towel and chair and magazine down in
the corridor, slipped in the key card, watched the lock light blink
green, and eased the door open as quietly as possible.
I glided quietly past the bathroom and craned my head into the suite,
which was half lit as the sun struggled to break through the curtains.
To the sound of syncronized moans _ his deep grunts and her squeeks of
pleasure, I saw Tyrone's black ass raise high and then lower for the
plunge into Patty's cunt. Her pretty foot with the red polished toes
caressed his back side, encouraging and guiding him inward toward that
deep spot I knew she liked.
I watched fascinated for what seemed like an hour (but was actually a
minute) as his impossibly thick shaft slid in and out, her dark cunt
hair clinging wetly to his cock with each thrust. It was only when he
paused a moment to roll her over that he caught sight of me. With
dexterity that astonished even Patty, he leapt off the bed and stood
facing me, his cock protruding at least 9 or 10 inches and still
throbbing. His shaft was shiny with Patty's juices.
"What the fuck, man!" Tyrone shouted, looking accusingly at Patty, as if
she had failed to tell him we were married. "Who the fuck's this dude?"
Patty looked beautiful. Her nipples were wonderfully upturned, her face
was flush and smiling. Her dark hair was sexily out of place after her
good fuck and her skin had that after sex glow and her lips were so
pumped with blood they glowed hot pink.
Patty said, "Tyrone, this is M*****, my husband. He doesn't mind what
we're doing. He's open minded. And I expect you'll be open minded enough
too."
Tyrone looked suspiciously at me. His cock was now half mast. The shock
must have scared the boner out of him. But I smiled friendly, pulled up
the desk chair near the bed and invited him to continue.
"Man, this is whack!" he said, but before he could say anything else,
Patty had risen from the bed and was working the tip of his black cock
with her tongue and lips. His shaft went from downward pointing, to
perpendicular with his body, to raging vertical hard on in less than 15
seconds.
Patty pulled him back on the bed, lay on her back, lifted her legs in
the air and guided the giant tool back into her pussy. I have to admit I
came before Tyrone, by my own hand, of course. He was still going strong
when I emerged from the bathroom having wipe the jizz off my hand.
I went to the hotel bar, leaving them to their fucking, and polished off
two gin and tonics in about 20 minutes. By then, I was horny again and
ventured back to the room. Tyrone must have climaxed in my absence. The
fun couple _ my beautiful white wife of 9 years and the black stranger _
lay kissing in each other's arms.
They barely noticed me as they shifted their bodies into a 69 position,
Patty on top, shimmying her sweet pie over Tyrone's snake-like tongue
and pumping and sucking his tool like it was the finest Godiva
chocolate. Ten minutes of this led to mutual climaxes: Tyrone's, Patty's
and mine. As Patty hopped off the bed to towel off in the bathroom I
gave her ass a loving appreciative slap. She smiled at me and squeezed
my hand.
Tyrone fumbled for his swimming trunks, met Patty at the door for one
long last passionate kiss and was gone in a flash. The next day at the
beach, Tyrone was there again. Patty gave him a little wave across the
beach to the beach chair where he was hitting on another married woman,
this time a blond of about 45.
Our man clearly liked them married, white and over 30. Tyrone otherwise
occupied, I took Patty back to our room and fucked her like I hadn't in
5 years. Male vanity being what it is, I asked her, as we enjoyed our
post coital embrace, how I stacked up against Tyrone as a lover.
"M*****, you've always been my best friend and greatest lover," Patty
said.
The friend part I believed. As for the lover part, I knew I couldn't
match Tyrone for size or talent. But it's by such little white lies that
marriages are sustained.