BBC takes over my wife for the first time

My wife and I were sitting in a dimly lit bar. Vicky was nervously twirling the stem of her glass. The light from the neon sign cast red streaks across her cleavage. I sat across from her smiling a little wider than usual. We were getting ready for our first cuckold date with a BBC.

I asked Vicky several times that evening if she was sure. She always said yes. I told her everything would be fine. Meanwhile, I was painting a picture in my mind. I dreamed of seeing how she would feel with another man.

We finished our drinks and went outside. We called a taxi home, where Mikael was waiting for us. He’s a black man who does CrossFit and professionally fucks other white men’s wives. This turned my wife on so much that she squirmed in her seat the entire ride.

He had an excellent dating profile, good photos, and was polite. He briefly described himself as: “I love it when people watch.” That was exactly what we needed.

The door was opened by a man almost a head taller than me. He smelled of expensive perfume, had a light stubble, and wore a black T-shirt that hugged his chest and shoulders. He smiled at my wife as if they’d known each other for months.

His living room was enormous. Panoramic windows, a huge sofa, subdued lighting. Mikael poured three glasses of red wine at once handing my wife the largest. I sat in a chair by the window and tried to relax. But I was so tense that my fingers were squeezing the glass.

Mikael took his time. He approached my wife from behind, slowly ran his hands down her shoulders, and down to her waist. She shuddered but didn’t pull away. His touches were light and gentle, just the way my wife liked them. I watched. My breathing quickened noticeably.

• – It’s a beautiful dress. – Mikael said quietly brushing his lips across her neck just below her ear. – But I think it’s unnecessary now.

Then Vicky raised her hands. And her black dress fell to the floor. Underneath it was the set I’d picked out at the store two weeks ago: a black lace thong and a sheer bra with thin straps. Mikael chuckled approvingly.

• – Your husband has good taste.

I swallowed. The word «husband» struck me.

He turned my wife to face me. He grabbed her throat with one hand, but not too hard, so that she threw her head back. His other hand slid down, under the lace thong. Vicky exhaled softly as his fingers found her wet pussy.

• – Look at him. – Mikhail ordered. – Let him see your face when I touch you.

And she opened her eyes. I sat motionless, only my Adam’s apple bobbing. My cock was already bulging in my jeans. Mikael dropped to his knees and pulled my wife’s panties down in one motion. He ran his tongue along her inner thigh, then higher. She clutched her fingers in his hair. I saw her legs tremble. A moan escaped her mouth. I jerked in the chair as if I’d been electrocuted.

Mikael stood up and unbuckled his belt. His black cock burst from his pants. It was truly thick and heavy, with a swollen head. Vicky looked at it, then at me. I saw shame, arousal, and something else mingle in her gaze. Probably pity for me.

• Do you want me to fuck her? – Mikael asked me.
• Yes. – I croaked.

Then Mikael grabbed my wife by the hips, turned her around, and slowly lowered her onto his cock. She screamed. I saw everything: the head of the black cock spreading her lips, the shaft slowly disappearing inside, her stomach tightening accepting it completely.

Mikael began to move slowly, then faster. The slap of skin on skin, wet sounds, and Viсky’s ragged breathing filled the room. She could no longer contain herself and began moaning openly.

• Tell him. – Mikael growled. – Tell him how you like it.
• He… he’s so thick… stretching me… deeper than you… oh-oh-oh… – She moaned.

I unzipped my fly. I pulled out my hard, noticeably smaller cock. Then I began to jerk off watching the strange man thrust into my wife, her tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, her arching and moaning.

Mikael sped up. And Vicky screamed, her body shaking in orgasm. But he didn’t stop and continued to fuck her through spasms until he came deep inside my wife squeezing her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

When he pulled out, cum flowed down her thigh. Then Vicky sank onto the couch breathing heavily. I came almost immediately after. A few sharp movements of my hand, and white drops fell onto my jeans. I looked at my wife, at the other man’s cum, at her flushed face, and didn’t know what to do.

Then my wife reached out to me, and I fell onto the couch next to her. It was our first date with the third. Emotions were a jumble in my head.