The strict neighbor discovered our secret
I was sitting in the living room of our house expecting a hot evening as usual. My wife Betsy and I had been inviting black men over to our house for two years now, and they’d fucked her, and I’d watched with pleasure. We’d invited a black man named Bradley that evening, with whom we’d been corresponding online for several days. He’d already arrived, and we were having a great time in our kitchen.
I sat on the couch and watched my wife and the muscular black man, who was already pinning her to the table. Her dress was already on the floor, and her thong was pushed to the side. Bradley cupped her boobs pinching her nipples. Betsy moaned and arched into him.
Then he slipped his fingers between her legs caressing her soft folds, and then penetrated her wet pussy. Betsy moaned softly enjoying his touch. My cock was hardening in my underwear and throbbing. Betsy sank to her knees and pulled down Bradley’s pants. She eagerly took his thick black cock into her mouth and began sucking.
I watched as it swelled, and my wife continued sucking until she began choking on the drool that flowed from her mouth. Bradley was in a hurry, he wanted to fuck my wife. He didn’t let her finish lifting her up and leaning her elbows on the counter. She propped herself up on her elbows thrusting her ass out teasing him with her swaying. Then he entered her quickly and eagerly.
(more…)A wife blackened in the office
My wife Dora was always very sexy. I loved her for her easygoing and passionate nature. And I knew other guys were checking her out, and she didn’t mind flirting with them. I knew they wanted to fuck my wife, and she always acted so casual. It even turned me on.
We’ve been married for several years. She works in accounting, and I work in the IT department of a private company. Our boss Mr. Johnson is a tall, muscular black man in his forties. He was always flirting with women. I even think he’d had sex with several of my colleagues. Then I started noticing him looking at my wife, but I chalked it up to paranoia. I thought he only fucked single women.
It all happened one Friday evening. Our company was celebrating a successful quarter, and the office emptied out after six. But Dora stayed late to finish sending some documents, and I was sitting in the server room. Johnson called her into his office. «We need to discuss the numbers.» he said over the intercom. I don’t know what he was thinking about, that she was alone in the office? I didn’t pay it any mind, but when she didn’t return after half an hour, I decided to check.
(more…)My wife’s secret desire
We’ve been married for five years. My wife Mariana always seemed modest. She works as a teacher. I liked her image of an obedient and modest girl with curly hair and a rosy complexion. I always got excited when I started talking to her about sex, and her cheeks would flush with shyness. She wore long skirts, rarely wore makeup, and preferred to spend her evenings reading or cooking.
I loved her for her calm. But in bed, she was always gentle, but never refused me. No experiments, no fantasies. At least, that’s what I thought. And then Mariana forgot to close her laptop. I saw an open tab in her browser. It was a forum for women, where they shared intimate secrets.
Under the nickname «QuietRose» my wife wrote a post: «My husband is wonderful, but sometimes I fantasize about another man. I imagine him taking me and fucking me while my husband watches or just knows. It’s so arousing, but I’ll never tell him. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m a whore.» Then I read the responses from other women. They shared similar stories and encouraged her to talk. But Mariana didn’t respond. Apparently, she just needed to vent to someone.
At first, I felt jealous. Who was this «other man»? But then, rereading my wife’s words, I became aroused. The thought of my modest wife hiding such passion ignited a fire in me. Then I started thinking about it. Maybe I haven’t paid enough attention to my wife, haven’t seen that fire in her. Maybe she’s been reading too much dark fantasy or something? I never even noticed what she was reading and looking at online.
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