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"Leslie's Party"
It was a very strange sensation, witnessing my wife, Leslie, still in her
little black dress, tights and high heels, going down on another man. Leslie
giving another man head? Well, I'll be blowed! Or rather, he was. All the
stranger since neither of us knew him. I certainly didn't and Leslie
confirmed later she had met him for the first time at the party. He was
Steve. Black, thirty-ish, muscle-ly, heavy gold chain across his chest, with
a cock the size of which confirmed all those fantastical reports that black
guys were mega-studs, well-hung and frighteningly over-sized. Leslie
certainly appeared to be enjoying it, down on her knees, the mop of blond
hair on her head masking the small of Steve's stomach, he towering above
her, the pleasure on his face indicating that he was already halfway to
paradise. Her mouth moved effortlessly forward to consume half Steve's
length then back to suck deep on the large angled head, two sets of Leslie's
fingertips, then palms of both hands, holding the shaft, precariously like
some China doll.
"Oh, hi," Leslie said, looking back at me as I entered the room,
acknowledging me in a nonchalant, almost careless fashion, like she was
buying a can of beans in the supermarket, like sucking on a black guy's dick
was as everyday as making coffee and toast in the mornings. Perhaps it was.
Perhaps Leslie led a secret life as the nation's number one cock-sucker. She
certainly liked sucking me off. And I enjoyed Leslie's blow jobs. They were
stunning. She certainly knew how to press all the right buttons, knew all
the techniques, all the tricks of the trade as it were. In fifteen years of
marriage to Leslie I'd been sucked off, I guess by half a dozen or so women.
Not that I'd boasted about it to Leslie. No point. But as her oral
techniques and expertise got better over the years, could I honestly claim
it was all down to me? Probably not. More than likely the libidinous Leslie
was indulging elsewhere, learning on the job as it were, then coming home to
hubby to try out whatever new wrinkle she'd learnt that day. Why not? We
were both in our forties and both enjoyed sex. It wasn't something we were
going to wave goodbye to.
How many men had she sucked off? How many men had she fucked in those
fifteen years? I didn't need to dwell too long. I was up for it. I now had a
hard on and it needed some fulfillment. Steve and Leslie had turned me on. I
didn't need to fantasize about my wife and other men. It was happening here
in front of me and I wanted in. I eased off my shirt and slipped out of my
chinos and underpants and onto the bed. I unzipped the back of the dress,
unhooking the lacy black bra. I flipped the hem up and began to fingertip
away the black nylon of her tights. No panties. Good. I went eyeball to
eyeball with Steve. "He broke into a wide, bleached white smile, "You have
some man, she's good." I let out a snorted, cynical laugh, "Yeah, man, I
know. She's my wife." "Hey! You two got it together then. That's cool, man,
cool!" He's assuming Leslie and I have threesomes every day of the week. Can't
remember the last time we did have sex with another couple. It was that long
ago.
Leslie let out a little girlish gasp as my fingers began to work the warm,
wet flesh of her excited, doubtless eager, pussy. I licked her juice from my
fingers. She tasted good, just like my wife should. My right hand eased my
hard penis between her shaven labia. It entered effortlessly. I placed my
hands on her hips and began to move slowly to and fro in a gentle, unhurried
rhythm of the man in command, the hubby who knows how to pleasure his wife.
Was it my imagination or was the picture of Steve and Leslie making my cock
bigger than normal? Was it the excitement of seeing her giving another guy
stunningly satisfying head? Was it the thought that Steve wasn't the first
to have been here? Was he, in fact, the latest in a long line of guys who
been blown by Leslie, a rogues' gallery of guys who'd fucked her senseless
over many years? Who were they? Young, horny up for it little boys? Or,
middle-aged fatsoes with beer bellies and girly mag fantasies? What the
fuck! Should I care? No!
I was now beginning to heighten the pace. My cock, still growing I decided,
was now pumping Leslie's pussy with a certain degree of force, and her
deliberations at Steve's cock were suffering a little. It didn't take too
long before Leslie broke off, her head up, her eyes locking onto Steve's.
She moved slowly up his body, fingers caressing his improbable gold chain,
until his open mouth fell onto hers, a long, torrid kiss following. With her
body now almost upright, I eased down to a slower, more gentle, relaxed
pace. She broke away from Steve, looked silently at him for a few seconds,
spoke, then kissed him again. Suddenly she turned, deftly, expertly,
presenting her ass to Steve, simultaneously closing her mouth over the end
of my cock. She let out a loud gasp as Steve slid the full length of his
over-long penis - not, as she'd expected, inside her pussy but into her
anus. Slowly, gently, carefully, he moved his hips forward, then back,
forward and back. Leslie gasped again as he barely, perceptibly, picked up
the pace. That's when she lost it. As Steve moved up a gear or two, she went
into mind-blocking ecstasy, broke away from sucking me, her head down, hands
held tightly onto my hips, squeezing, painted manicured nails digging into
my skin, as a series of short, sharp, regular moans of deep and growing
ecstasy erupted from inside her in response to Steve's attentions, the flat,
small of his stomach rapidly building in a pumping frenzy of ever quickening
dull thwacks against her buttocks, as he fucked her in a style I knew Leslie
could so easily become accustomed.
I lost count of time. It could have been five or fifteen minutes. Leslie was
back sucking me, a hand holding my cock for dear life as her mouth shot
forward then back, driven totally by the force of Steve's darting hips.
Then! Then! He suddenly froze, no warning, just a yelp of ecstasy, his teeth
gritted, his body shook, and his cock opened up, exploding deep inside
Leslie, gallons of red hot sperm flooding her anal canal. Still inside her,
he pulled Leslie up, turned her now tired body around on his cock and kissed
her. She fell onto his lips, arms around his neck. She eased his cock away,
dropped a hand and stroked its still enlarged size. Then the other hand
stretched out towards me, taking my cock and stroking it in time with Steve's.
On my knees, I edged forward and as I did Leslie finally abandoned Steve.
She fell forward towards me, her warm mouth closing welcomingly over my
still large appendage. Steve moved off the bed and as my ecstasy began to
rebuild, I became aware of him getting dressed, eventually exiting the room,
closing the door as he left.
Leslie murmured approvingly as she began to enjoy my hard, fulsome cock, her
tongue, teeth and lips all engaged in an ever-quickening blur of activity as
she willed me to explode my sperm in her mouth. She wasn't on ceremony. She
wanted it and she wanted it now. It took a few minutes but I duly obliged. I
felt my body shake wildly as I unleashed four or five jets of hot spunk. She
consumed the torrid liquid greedily, squeezing my cock as if to ensure no
last drop or residue of juice would be left lurking in its rigid shaft. She
slowly brought her head up, an obese tear of my sperm idling falling from
the corner of her mouth. We kissed.
We left the party and drove home. I had to ask. I had to know. How many boys
had she gone down on over the past few years? How many had fucked her? Or
butt fucked her? She wasn't telling. Or rather, she said, "Let's just say, I
like cock - big time." Oh, I thought, "Not just mine, then?" She smiled,
"Mmmmm.not saying.no comment.". Not that I was jealous, or even upset. Quite
the opposite. I told her that I'd never seen my wife with another guy. I
liked it. It made me feel very horny. Yes, she said, that's what made her
feel horny, her husband watching her give another guy head; her husband
getting horny as another guy fucked her ass. "We should see Steve again,
then," I ventured. "Yes, I'd like that." Well, if my wife wants cock then so
be it, but I'd want to be there too! It came as no surprise when, a few days
later, Leslie beamed me a big smile, confirming we'd be eating in on
Saturday evening and we'd have a special guest - Steve - for some après
dinner fun.