Hot days with our neighbor
My wife Jennifer is a stunner. She’s tall, blonde, with ample boobs and a perky butt. We knew she drove everyone crazy in our quiet suburb. We’d been married for ten years, and our life was perfect. I’m a successful manager, often away on business trips for weeks at a time. And she’s a housewife who misses real male attention. But I’m not jealous. On the contrary, the thought of someone else satisfying her while I’m out of town turns me on like crazy.
Our neighbor Austin is a tall, muscular black man, a former athlete. He’s in his thirties and works as a mechanic. Austin is divorced, so he lives alone. We met at a barbecue. Later, I noticed my wife blushing at his jokes.
One day I saw them through the window returning early from a trip. Austin was in our yard, and Jennifer, in a bikini, seemed to accidentally drop a towel. Her nipples are sticking out, she’s giggling, and he’s already putting his hand on her thigh.
Since then, it’s become a tradition. When I go on business trips, I tell my wife she can have fun to the fullest. And our neighbor will keep her company. I don’t mind. After all, I get turned on by it. That’s why we have security cameras at home. So I started watching the footage in the hotel jerking off to my wife’s moans.
(more…)A fit wife loves to ride a black cock
Gabriella has always been my pride and joy. She’s athletic, toned, and has a perfect figure, which she maintains with exercise. One day, I went away on a week-long business trip leaving her alone in our large house. Well, I didn’t realize back then that my wife loves to ride a black cock.
James entered her life a month ago. A tall, muscular black man, he’s a professional fitness trainer. And Gabi hired him for personal training in our home gym. «He knows how to get the most out of me!» she boasted. I didn’t mind, I trusted her completely.
That evening, after I flew out, she called James: «Come over, the house is empty. I want an intense workout.» So He arrived an hour later wearing tight shorts that accentuated his powerful thighs and the bulge in his groin. «Ready to sweat, baby?» he chuckled taking off his T-shirt.
His torso glistened, his broad chest, his sculpted abs, the tattoos on his arms. Then they started with a warm-up. My wife was wearing a tiny top and leggings that hugged her firm butt. James stood behind her adjusting her squat posture. His large black hands rested on her hips.

BBCs love BBW
My girlfriend Erica is a curvy beauty. She has wide hips, full tits and a soft belly. She worked in the office of a large company, where among her colleagues were several black guys from Africa, exchange students. I knew they flirted with her, and it turned me on. Erica and I had long discussed fantasies about cuckolding and hotwifes. I wanted her to enjoy other men and then tell me everything in detail.
Then I told her that if that happened, I wouldn’t mind. And she smiled and kissed me. It all started on a Friday evening. Erica called and said she’d be late for a company party. Her colleagues were going to a bar after work. So, I just smiled into the phone and told her she could enjoy the evening.
And then she returned home after midnight, her cheeks flushed, her hair disheveled. I whispered to her to tell me what had happened. Then Erica sat on the edge of the bed, her thick thighs parted slightly, and I saw her skirt ride up revealing red finger marks on her skin.
(more…)Trick or Treat? What did I get for Halloween?
My wife Lara and I decided to celebrate Halloween at a wild party at a friend’s country mansion. She dressed up in a sexy witch costume. A black minidress that hugged her magnificent figure, fishnet stockings, and high heels made her look like a truly wicked witch. Her long dark hair was loose, and her red lips made her irresistible.
I was dressed as a vampire, but all evening I could feel men’s eyes gliding over her body. The party was in full swing, the music was blaring, the alcohol was flowing, and masked people were flirting and dancing. Lara was already tipsy, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glittering with excitement.
We danced together, but then she disappeared into the crowd. I went looking for her making my way through rooms filled with couples kissing in the corners. In one of the back rooms, where the lights were dim and the air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, I found her.
Lara was standing against the wall pressed against a muscular black man in a devil costume. His black, bare ass glistened in the dim light, and the horns on his head made him look even more demonic. He was tall, with broad shoulders. His hands were already sliding down her hips lifting her dress.
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