A petite wife and a club BBC

Anna and I decided to go out for a drink at a club. My wife is 28 years old, a petite, beautiful brunette. Her tight black dress accentuated the curves of her hips and breasts. Men were always looking at her. I’m a shy 30-year-old husband. But I always liked it when men stared at my wife or turned to look at her.

We danced and sipped cocktails that evening. I watched her body sway to the rhythm attracting men’s glances. Then we went to get cocktails. While we were waiting, a black guy approached us. He was younger than us. Anna immediately began to notice him. He was short, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built.

He immediately noticed my wife, who was looking at him. They started talking, and soon they were flirting wildly. I saw my wife’s cheeks turn pink. And excitement was already spreading through me. I knew how the evening would end.

We chatted for half an hour. James turned out to be from New York and had come to our city for work. He joked, told stories about New York nights, and Anna couldn’t tear herself away from him. Her hand would touch his shoulder, and then he would place his hand on her waist.

I stood nearby sipping a beer. Then they went dancing. And I watched from the sidelines as this guy groped my wife’s entire body. I could see how much she enjoyed it.

When they approached me, James suggested moving to the adjacent room, where people were playing billiards. But in reality, it was a quiet place where we could be alone. Anna nodded to me. I realized that I was basically no longer in charge of anything. I agreed.

Then we moved into the billiard room. The room was almost dark, and the stained-glass windows offered a view of the city at night. It was quiet here. James picked up a cue. His muscular arms confidently struck the balls, the balls rolling with a pop. Anna sat on the edge of the table. Her dress had ridden up revealing her smooth thighs.

I stood to the side trying to focus on the game. But my wife’s sexiness was driving me crazy. James won the first game and, as a reward, kissed Anna on the cheek. She turned her head, and their lips touched. They kissed for a long time, his hands sliding down her back. He realized there would be no resistance, so he unbuttoned my wife’s dress.

Anna moaned softly as her dress slipped off. She was left in sexy lace lingerie. She was breathing heavily. Then James lifted her onto the table. The balls rolled to the sides. He pulled down her panties in one motion, his fingers diving between her legs eliciting a sigh from her. «You want this, right?» he asked. She nodded looking at me. «Yes, honey… please, watch.»

I couldn’t move. My cock strained in my pants as James unbuttoned his trousers. He released his huge, hard black cock, veiny, twice as thick as mine. He entered my wife slowly stretching her pussy. Anna screamed with pleasure. «It’s so big!» she breathed.

James fucked her rhythmically and deeply. The table creaked beneath them, her moans echoing in the quiet room. He fucked her until dawn broke through the huge stained-glass windows. I watched his balls slap against her buttocks, her pussy gripping his cock glistening with juices. She came first. Her body arched, her lips parted in ecstasy. But he didn’t stop picking up the pace. And then he came inside her with a roar filling her pussy.

We returned home after dawn. Anna slept in my arms, her body still smelling of sex. I lay awake replaying the billiard hall scene in my head. It was one of our best evenings.