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My wife’s secret text messages

I was sitting on the edge of the bed while my wife was in the shower. Her phone was on the nightstand, the screen still glowing from her reply. I hadn’t planned on looking through her phone. Honestly. But the WhatsApp notification with the name «Taylor BBС» flashed too brightly. I remembered that Taylor’s name had been popping up in her conversations before, because he’d been her colleague before. The same one she’d «just talked to for work» for six months after leaving.

Even then, I thought he was working for a famous TV channel now. It even makes me laugh when I think about it. I clicked the icon. The chat was long. Really long. Then I started scrolling up and felt a knot in my stomach.

The first thing I noticed were the photos of her naked boobs. A perfect photo taken in our bedroom. My wife texted: «Do you still like the way they look?» His reply came a minute later: «Oh shit, Angie, you’re killing me. Send me more, just spread your legs wider.»

I scrolled further. It was all there. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror spreading her lips with two fingers, so he could see how wet she was. The next photo showed her on all fours on our bed, the camera facing from behind, her pussy glistening with arousal. «Shooting it just like you asked. Can you imagine entering me?» she texted him.

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A slutty wife in a parking lot with a BBC

My wife Rosie goes out to bars and clubs almost every weekend to have fun. She has a pretty stressful job, so she likes to relieve stress this way. I adore her slutty nature, which is why I married her. It’s nice to have a wife like that, even if she fucks other men. But in our shared bed, she remains both a slut and my beautiful wife.

She dressed in a short dress and a thong one weekend and went to a bar. She was obviously having a good time there. I went to the store and decided to drive past this bar on the way back. And I saw my wife driving through a large parking lot. She was leaning against her car, and some black guy was fucking her from behind.

I decided to stop to watch for a while, and also not to scare the couple. My wife stuck her ass out trying to get into the rhythm of the BBC fucking her. Her dress was pulled up, so her bare white ass glistened in the dark. Then I quickly drove home and waited for her. She returned about an hour later. Rosie had cleaned herself up, but it was still obvious that someone had fucked her.

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5 BBCs but her pussy is mine

I started dating Chris three months ago. She’s a real beauty girl. A short blonde with a sweet face and a beautiful figure. Her soft, large boobs, wide hips, and firm ass drove me crazy.

One day my friends and I got together for a party. My friend Barry pulled me aside for a chat. We were already pretty drunk. Basically, he told me that my girlfriend was known to all the guys in his group because she loved to suck cock. He also said that many guys had fucked her, and that it had been many times and with several guys.

This really shocked me considering Barry was a black guy, and almost all of his friends were too. I didn’t believe it. Barry and I had never been close friends, and I didn’t understand why he was telling me this. I thought about it after our conversation, and it kept bothering me.

I know how great Chris is at sucking cock. Our first time started with a blowjob. I was enjoying it so much back then that I considered myself very lucky. And besides, she was always sucking. She liked to suck everywhere: in the car, in the park, in the fitting room, or in friends’ bathrooms. I considered myself lucky. There was nothing suspicious about it for me, I couldn’t think anything wrong with my girlfriend loving to suck cock.

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Quickie with a BBC in the bathroom

I’ve been working as a courier for a small law firm for three years now. Once a week, on Thursdays, I arrive at a huge office center on the outskirts of the city and hand over a stack of contracts to the purchasing department. Everything is always the same: a pass at reception, an elevator to the fifth floor, a smile to the secretary, and back. A routine I was already tired of. But one day, everything changed.

It was early March. I was standing at the counter waiting while a girl in glasses checked my documents. The door to the open space office was slightly open, and I saw him. A tall, broad-shouldered black man with short curly hair. He was standing by the window with a cup of coffee in his hand laughing about something while talking to his colleague. His white shirt stretched across his chest so tightly that I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He has beautiful hands, strong wrists, and perfect posture. I felt something click inside.

I started arriving earlier seemingly at the right moment. The third time, I heard his name was Kevin. He’d been working in the IT department for six months. I casually asked a girl I knew at the reception, «Does he have a phone number? I’m having trouble with the printer at the office. Maybe he can help.» She smiled and dictated it. I saved the contact as «Kevin_office.»

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Life is just beginning at 60

I never thought that at 60 years old, my life would only truly begin. My husband Colby, and I were together for forty years. He has always been my support. But he had a severe stroke three years ago, followed by heart and prostate problems. The doctors said physical intimacy was now impossible for him. Pills and injections weren’t helping. Colby lay in our bedroom looking at me with guilty eyes.

I cried for a very long time at first. And then I realized I was still alive. My body, which I’d hidden for forty years under robes and old dresses, suddenly began to demand its own. I’m sixty, but I don’t want to lie in the same bed with a man in silence. And then we talked. It was a very honest conversation.

I felt so sorry for my husband that I cried. Colby took my hands in his trembling ones and told me he loved me and didn’t want me to suffer. He himself said that if I needed men for sex, he would agree to it. I know he’s always loved me, and even now, in this situation, he thinks about what’s best for me. That’s what we decided. No affairs, no feelings. Just the body. Just pleasure.

First, I took care of myself. I signed up for a gym, although at first I was a little embarrassed. My trainer was a young woman who worked out diligently with me, and we even became friends. I began to feel much better and more confident.

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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.

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Congratulations from my wifey

My wife and I were recently relaxing at a bar. We decided that if she liked someone that night, we could go out with him for a great fuck. We did that sometimes. Celine is a very sexy and attractive woman, with big tits and a big ass, and long hair. Around 10 PM, she got a call from one of her regular bull, a black guy named Rusty.

He invited her over to play billiards with his friends. Celine told me she was really turned on by the prospect of having sex with Rusty and some of his athletic friends. So, we went over.

When we arrived at Rusty’s house, we saw three of his friends. They were all hanging out in the large room, which had a billiards table, sofas, and a huge TV with a PlayStation. We were having a great time there, playing games, while my wifey was seducing everyone around her. She danced to the music and wiggled her big ass.

It seemed like she already wanted all these black guys to fuck her. I was of the same opinion. She climbed onto the couch and danced miming a sexy dance. Celine was doing erotic dance moves in front of all the men. Someone was lifting her dress, someone was touching her hips, and wherever their hand could reach. She smiled and gently yanked their hands away continuing to wiggle her ass.

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