An older BBC for my wife

I was sitting in the living room waiting for my wife Millie. It was almost 3 a.m. We’d been married for 10 years. And all that time, I thought I knew my wife better than I knew myself. And now I was waiting for her, my dick already hard as a young man’s. Because today she was finally going to tell me everything she’d been keeping secret for the past few months.

I found out by accident. Three weeks ago, I accidentally opened her phone. She’d left it in the kitchen while she was taking a shower. I saw messages from someone named «Mr. B»: «Yesterday was incredible, babe. Your white husband has no idea how much you scream when a real man comes over you.» Then I opened it and scrolled through the history.

It all started six months ago. In our tenth year of marriage, my wife decided she’d had enough of hiding her dirtiest fantasies. She’d always wanted older men. Much older. Older, more powerful, with gray hair and a heavy gaze. And when black joined in, it became an obsession. She fantasized about them taking her in a dark bar, in the backseat of a car, in a cheap motel, while I sat at home and thought she was with her friends.

I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I whispered that I wanted to know everything. I asked her to tell me everything the next time she came home. Her eyes lit up. She realized I wasn’t jealous. I was aroused and wanted it.

Today she left again. Millie wore a short black dress that barely covered her wide hips, lace stockings, and high heels, which always make her look like the slut from my most forbidden dreams. She promised to come home late and tell me everything.

And then, after three in the morning, I heard the key in the lock. Millie walked in, disheveled, her lipstick smeared, her hair a mess. She smelled of cigars, whiskey, and male sweat. Her dress was inside out, and her stockings were torn at the thigh.

She had purposely neglected to adjust her makeup or clothes. Then Millie sat down on the sofa opposite me and spread her legs wide. I saw she was wearing no panties, and the insides of her thighs glistened.

– There were two of them today. – she began quietly but confidently. – Both black, over sixty years old. Marty is tall, with a gray beard and huge hands. We met at a bar on the outskirts. He immediately understood why I had come. And then he put his hand on my thigh right behind the bar and said: «White girl wants a black grandpa?» I nodded. We went to the restroom. He put me on all fours by the sink, lifted my dress, and entered. He was very fat. I felt him stretching me to the limit. Marty fucked me hard, one hand in my hair, the other spanking my ass. I came twice before he came inside me. I loved feeling his cum running down my legs as I walked back to the bar.

And Molly ran her finger down her thigh and showed me the glistening marks.

The other one was his friend, Reggie. A little older. We went to his place. Marty went too. They undressed me there together. I knelt between them, and they took turns thrusting their black cocks into my mouth. Then Reg lay down on the bed, and Marty put me on top. They fucked me simultaneously. One in my pussy, the other in my mouth. I screamed so hard my voice broke. They called me «husband’s white whore», «dirty wife», «our new white toy.» When Reg came in my mouth, I swallowed it all. And Marty came inside me again. They both came twice. I lost count of the orgasms.

Nhen Molly stood up, came over to me, and sat on my lap. Her pussy was hot and wet. She pressed herself against me and continued whispering right in my ear:

While they were fucking me, I could only think of one thing: you sitting at home imagining it. You jerking off, thinking about your wife being a cum dump for old black cocks. That thought made me come harder than anything else. I’ve always fantasized about it. Since the very first year we were married. But it wasn’t until our tenth year that I decided to do it. Because I knew you’d understand. You’d get aroused.

Then my wife unzipped my fly and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock.

Do you feel how wet I am? It’s not just their cum. It’s me. I’m wet just from telling you. Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to bring you my used cunt every time?

I nodded squeezing her hips. My cock was hard with excitement. I begged her to continue. She smiled and slowly lowered herself onto me taking my cock inside her. She was so slippery and hot from someone else’s cum.