Clouds began to gather in their usual late afternoon fashion, blocking out the tanning rays of the sun. My wife Heather looked over at me, “ ...looks like pool time is over” she sighed with obvious disappointment in her voice. I began to pick up our pool gear and put it in our bag, folding the towels and tossing in our portable speaker. Heather put the last of our cocktails back into the cooler and closed the lid. She then slipped a pair of tiny velour shorts over her white cheeky bikini bottom, she left her small triangle style top uncovered. Her tan DD breasts threatened to escape, jiggling seductively with each step, her nipples prominently on display.
My wife was a blonde, 40’s MILF that always garnered attention from men, both young and old. Her body was aged to perfection with large breasts, flat tummy and tight ass, and her warm smile and soft brown eyes topped off the package. We began the short hike back to our place with our cooler and our pool necessities in hand.
“Heather! Dave!” Joe Joe shouted at us from his patio, his arms waving frantically. “I’m grilling, c’mon over!’ I looked at my wife, Heather shrugged, waved to our neighbor and turned toward his townhouse dragging our cooler with her.
“I’m gonna drop the towels and stuff at home, be over in a minute.” I said, Heather nodded as I turned toward the house.
Arriving at the house, I threw the towels in the laundry and put the rest of the pool gear back into the garage. I went upstairs and dropped my swim trunks on the bathroom floor. I stood naked, absentmindedly stroking my cock while deciding what shorts to put on. It was at that point I realized I was home alone, a rarity around here. So, I decided I should spend a little “quality time” with some porn. I pulled up some of my favorite interracial porn on my tablet, a story about a cheating wife and a “handyman”. Watching the blonde wife in the video drop to her knees and worship his huge black cock, I had a fleeting, wicked thought about my wife Heather and our neighbor Joe Joe as I stroked myself. I smiled and realized I should get over there for dinner.
Joe Joe and my wife were laughing and drinking as I walked up to the patio. He was manning the grill and she had chosen a chair nearby so they could carry on a conversation while he cooked. Joe (he preferred to be called Joe Joe) had moved here about six months ago from Florida. He was a gregarious guy in his early 30’s, he had served in the military for several years and now was in the automotive industry. He was quite proud of his sales prowess and not shy about letting people know about how well he had done. He was very polished and persuasive, I’m quite certain he could sell snow to Eskimos! Joe was also a physical specimen at well over six feet tall and heavily muscled, he no longer had a six pack, but he wasn’t far off.
Joe Joe generously served up steaks and chicken, along with red beans and rice from his mother’s recipe. During dinner, our host never missed an opportunity to ogle Heather’s breasts or tan belly. The evening wore on and the drinks and stories flowed seemingly without end. Eventually, I was full of both and needed to get some sleep. I stood and stretched, “I need to get some shut eye,” I announced.
Heather looked up and replied, “I’m going to stay for one more…” holding up her nearly empty cocktail glass. Joe and I exchanged pleasantries and shook hands before I left.
I turned and said, “See you in a few, Sweetie.” Heather waved in reply.
I headed up to the bedroom, stripped off my shirt and let my shorts fall to the floor. I slid under the covers naked, feeling the smooth coolness of the sheets. I was asleep in moments.
A pleasant sensation slowly awakened me, squinting my eyes at the clock I saw it was just after midnight. My beautiful wife had sucked my cock to full erection and was still working on it as I awoke. I quietly moaned and began to thrust my hips slowly up into her face. When I did, she looked up and knew I was awake. Heather pounced naked onto me, straddling my hips and stuffing my cock into her very wet pussy. She began riding my cock ferociously, letting my dick nearly leave her then slapping her ass down onto my thighs. Her tits bounced in my face as she braced her hands on my chest. I tried desperately to catch one of her full breasts in my mouth, but I couldn’t keep up with her pace. I finally grabbed onto her ass with both hands and began to thrust into her. Her breathing became extremely ragged and her chest was flushed red as she cried out in orgasm. Her pussy milked my cock as she threw back her head and uttered guttural noises. Heather's riding and moaning caused me to explode into her. Heather collapsed onto my chest breathing heavily, then tumbled to her side of the bed with a thud. Rolling onto her back, her breasts were heaving and her hand unconsciously went to her soaked vagina. Her fingers lightly stroked her clit and her body reacted with multiple aftershocks, her legs squirming, open and closed on the bed as her breathing slowed to normal.
“Well… what has gotten into you, my beautiful bride?” I asked curiously. Whatever it was, I wanted another bottle of it. It wasn’t unusual for Heather to be more amorous after a few drinks, but this seemed to be far more than just the alcohol talking… or in this case, fucking.
She turned her face to me, “Promise me you won’t get mad…” she whispered.
Not being able to imagine anything so terrible that she may have done I answered, “OK… I promise I won’t get mad.”
Matter of factly my wife told me, “I touched Joe Joe’s cock… it was huge, and I want to do it again… and more.”
Well, I certainly didn’t expect that. I guess he really is a great salesman. I was taken aback by the frankness of her words, so I worked to choose my words very carefully, “So… what happened?”
“After you left, he brought me another drink. I was sitting in that chair, and after I took the drink we were talking, he was standing right next to me and I looked right at his crotch. I couldn’t help but notice how big he was. He had to be hard because I hadn’t noticed it before. He saw me looking and asked if I wanted to touch it, I said ‘No’... the first time. But he started telling me how big it was and how much he could cum. Then he asked if I wanted to see it, I said after hearing that, I kinda did want to see it. Joe Joe dropped his shorts and out it popped! It was big! 9 or 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist… and only a couple inches from my face. When he asked again if I wanted to touch it, I just reached out and tried to wrap my hand around it, but I couldn't, it was bigger than my hand. I put both hands on it and stroked it a couple times, it was incredible.”
I listened intently as Heather told me about his giant phallus and her fascination with it. Even though I wasn’t the jealous type, I desperately wanted to be angry. I wanted to storm over there and call him every name in the book, tell him to stay away from my wife, to threaten him… but the only thing I felt was my cock quickly stiffening, even after the beating it had just suffered.
“Go on, Baby… then what?” I asked in anticipation, hiding my growing erection.
“That was it. I freaked out and told him I had to go. I just left him there with his shorts around his feet and a huge erection. Then I was so hot, I came right in and saw you naked and…”
I paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and ventured into a place I never thought I would go. “What do you want to do? You are obviously very aroused by him… or at least his cock.” The brief, but wicked thought I had earlier was right in front of me. I had never overtly told Heather about how much I enjoyed interracial porn, and I certainly hadn’t entertained the idea of my wife fucking a black guy with a huge dick…
“I would never cheat on you… you know I love you, too much.” She gazed at me with a combination of love and guilt. “...but, I have never seen anything like that… or had one in my hands… in my mouth… or inside me” she said wantonly. Just verbalizing those feelings brought a glazed and lustful look into her eyes. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. If I played this correctly, I could have live porn starring my beautiful wife and look like the best husband in the world. If I didn’t… well, I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
“Honey,” I started, “I realize that after twenty plus years together our sex life is not all fireworks.”
Heather nodded silently, avoiding eye contact with me.
“What if…” I continued thoughtfully, “what if I were to allow you to explore your desires… with a couple of conditions? Conditions, for your safety and the safety of our marriage.”
My wife brought her face up to look at me, her eyes squinted with skepticism. “What kind of conditions?”
“You can never be alone with him. I will always know when you’re getting together with him and I get to watch you, even if it is by video or on your phone. You two should get together here, in our bed, lastly, we always have sex when you're done, I want to reclaim you as my wife. I may also put some cameras in here. I think that’s the only way I would feel comfortable doing this.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched my wife consider this unique offer.
Hesitatingly, she asked, “Will he know we’re being watched?”
“Absolutely not, and you can’t tell him or the deal is off. Look Heather, I love you with all my heart and because of that, I want you to have anything you want… but in this case, there has to be something in it for me” I stated softly, but firmly.
“Oh my God… I’m so confused” she started. “I don’t know what to do… I need to sleep on this.” She quickly turned onto her side with her back to me and pulled up the sheets. I spooned her and pulled the covers onto my body. Heather relaxed back into me as I wrapped my right arm over her. We both fell quickly asleep.
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The sun streamed into our bedroom window lighting one side of the room and casting a slight glow on the other. I stretched and heard the distinct sound of my wife “enjoying herself”. I quietly turned over and watched as Heather massaged her clit and labia with one hand while pinching and pulling at her nipple with her other. Sensual moans escaped her lips as she bit her lower lip softly. She writhed and slowly worked the covers off of her body as she increased the pace of her self love. Her back arched lewdly and she bit hard into her bottom lip, grunting rhythmically. I watched attentively for signs if she was awake or asleep. As her breathing relaxed, she opened her eyes and peeked toward me. I smiled directly at her.
“Good dreams, my love?” I asked a bit sarcastically.
“You could say that… I think I’m up for your deal” she said, still basking in the afterglow of her wake up session. “When do you think he’ll want to get together, again?” she asked a bit anxiously.
“By noon…” I retorted, climbing out of bed and pulling on my shorts.
I poured two cups of coffee and brought them out the patio for Heather and I. She joined me, wearing a pair of tiny running shorts and a tight ribbed tank top. She hadn’t bothered to put on a bra or panties for her morning coffee. Her breasts were quite visible from the front and both sides of her tank top and when she pulled her knees up in front of her, her bald pussy peeked out the legs of her shorts.
“I feel like a schoolgirl waiting to be asked to the prom,” Heather said in between sips of coffee.
“You’re no schoolgirl, and there’s only one dance he wants to do with you...” I countered snidely. My wife reached out and slapped my shoulder, I just smiled. I was looking forward to this as much as she was.
As we laughed at each other, an incredible coincidence occured, Joe happened to be jogging by. He waved, then veered over to our patio.
“Good morning, neighbors!” his voice seemed far too loud for the quiet neighborhood, but it fit him. Joe’s eyes thoroughly undressed my wife as he made small talk. Heather made no effort to cover anything that was peeking out or readily displayed. I watched her gaze focus on Joe’s running shorts causing her to lick her lips. “Say, Heather, if you’re not busy later, would you mind helping me pick out some plants for my patio? I think it needs a little sprucing up.” Joe asked, never taking his eyes off her body.
“Sure,” she replied nonchalantly.
“Great, I’ll finish up, grab a shower and be back to pick you up in an hour.” Joe turned and started to run again, Heather’s gaze never left his shorts.
I turned to say something to Heather, but she had already opened her legs and was stroking her smooth pussy through the legs of her shorts. In a few strokes, her body shuddered and a few muffled grunts escaped from her. I grinned at her and shook my head.
Heather got into a steamy shower and shaved her entire body smooth. She chose a bright yellow sundress with thin shoulder straps. The dress highlighted both her tanned skin and her fit body. Heather wore nothing underneath. My wife walked out to the patio with a fresh cup of coffee and stood next to my chair. I wrapped an arm around her waist and grabbed her butt, I noticed immediately she was wearing no underwear. She looked down at me and smiled. My wife was ready to "pick out some plants," and she looked incredible.
Joe Joe's truck pulled to the curb, Heather turned and kissed me, grabbed her purse and walked to the passenger side of his truck. The door opened and she climbed in, she waved to me as they pulled away. Heather turned to Joe, she was going to ask him where they were going, instead she saw his unbuttoned shorts and huge erection already in his hand. She slid toward him on the truck's leather bench seat. She was instantly mesmerized, Joe released his cock, allowing Heather to put her hands around his rigid pole. She stroked it slowly, rhythmically, her eyes taking in every detail of the angry serpent. Fear and fascination rushed through her, as well as a warm sensation under her dress. Joe put his arm around her and pulled her sundress up to her waist, exposing the tan lines on her round bottom. He caressed the soft bare skin of her ass as they drove.
After driving for a short time, he pulled into a small open space area and parked in a back corner of the lot. Heather continued stroking the monster, repositioning herself on the bench seat of the truck. She kneeled facing him, her dress still pulled up to her waist exposing her tan body, white butt and smooth pussy. Her strokes produced a drop of precum that oozed from the tip of his cock. Instinctively, she bent down and licked it off. Joe moaned and his cock jumped as she ran her tongue across it. Heather's face remained just inches from the large head of his penis as she savored his taste. Heather felt Joe Joe's large hand in her hair, pushing her toward his lap. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in, she quietly moaned as the scent and flavor of him struck her. She was under the spell of this huge cock, and she loved it. Heather continued stroking and sucking him, working her tongue around the edge of the large head. She was only able to take in a few inches into her mouth with each stroke. Her saliva dripped down his shaft onto her hands as she slid them up and down.
Joe moaned and cupped Heather's ass with one large hand, he ran a finger into the cleft of her buttocks tickling Heather's tiny pink asshole. She jumped and squealed softly, muffled by a mouth full of black cock. Joe was now thrusting his hips into Heather's mouth, his breathing was becoming more ragged and Heather felt his grip on her hair increase. He was now fucking her beautiful face, his cock slammed against the back of her mouth and throat.
"OOOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Joe bellowed as he exploded and injected shot after shot of hot cum into Heather's mouth. She swallowed some of the massive blast, the rest drooled from her lips, down his shaft and onto her hands. Joe held the MILF on his organ as his climax subsided. Joe's grip loosened, allowing Heather to pull her head up. She hungrily licked the cum off of his shaft causing him to shudder as she ran her tongue up and down his sensitive rod.
Heather shifted position and sat upright on the seat, the cool leather of the seat felt nice against her naked bottom. She examined the cum on her hands, bringing one to her mouth and cleaning it thoroughly with her lips. She brought the other hand to her mouth, running her tongue around each finger licking as much cum as she could. As she did, she began stroking her pussy, desperately seeking relief.
Joe Joe watched lasciviously as he recovered. Heather squealed and jumped as he reached over and thrust a fat finger into her sopping pussy. He roughly pulled the yellow dress off of her tanned tits and pawed at her breasts while fingering her. Joe and Heather increased their assault on her pussy. Heather's hips rocked and her mouth opened as her head fell onto the back of the leather seat. "UUUH, UUUH, GOD, FUUUUUCK!" Heather grunted as her orgasm approached. Joe Joe inserted another finger into her and continued thrusting hard and fast.
Heather bolted upright, her eyes and mouth shot open as a gush of fluid came from her pussy, covering Joe's hand and the seat of his truck. "FUUUUUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OOOOH, OOOH, OOOH, " and then only rhythmic grunts came from Heather's mouth. She collapsed into the seat, her head thrown back, her breathing ragged and deep.
Joe lewdly licked his fingers as he eyed the exhausted blonde wife. Her dress was bunched around her midsection, her hair matted and disheveled, her face was flushed and glowed with sweat. "You're a squirter, huh?" He asked smugly.
Without opening her eyes, Heather replied breathlessly, "I've never done that before… that was amazing, I've never felt like that… EVER!"
Joe Joe shook his head and said confidently, "Girl, I'm almost afraid of what's gonna happen when I fuck you…"
Heather's eyes snapped open. She had already broken her promise to her husband, she couldn't go any further with Joe out here. Thinking quickly she said, "Baby, I don't want our first time to be out here… Let's do it in my bed. I have this fantasy of making love in the bed I share with my husband." Heather waited breathlessly, knowing that she likely couldn't resist him if he pressed her.
Joe Joe gazed at her nearly naked form, "...but what about this?" He said while pointing his now erect cock at her.
Heather felt her heart pounding, "I can take care of you again."
Joe shrugged and said "OK, let's stretch our legs" as he opened the door and hopped out of the truck, holding his shorts. He buttoned them up and grabbed a blanket from the back. Heather tried to make herself presentable and pulled her dress up, slipping her arms into the thin straps and tucking her breasts into the light fabric.
They walked a few feet off the trail, where Joe spread out the blanket. He unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to his ankles, stepping out of them. His cock stuck out away from his body, beckoning her. Heather stepped forward and took it in her hand, stroking it lightly.
"Take off your dress… I want you naked" Joe said firmly. Heather responded quickly, pulling the straps off her shoulders and letting the yellow dress fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and kicked it toward the edge of the blanket. Heather moved back to Joe Joe, again grasping his large black cock. He sighed as she rubbed his erect cock. He then placed his hands on Heather's shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She didn't hesitate this time to take the large phallus into her mouth. It didn't seem quite as big this time but she still couldn't fit any more of it into her mouth. She bobbed up and down over the head while stroking his shaft with both her small hands.
Heather looked up into his eyes, Joe returned her gaze with pure lust on his face. She looked back down and suddenly noticed her wedding ring stroking up and down his shaft, the bright platinum color in stark contrast to his dark mocha cock. A wave of guilt washed over her, but in that moment, she didn't care. She had permission to do this… sort of.
Her thoughts were disrupted as Joe Joe grabbed her head with both hands and began increasing his pace, thrusting into her mouth. Heather relaxed her mouth and began to caress his scrotum with one hand and stroke his shaft with the other. Joe's grunting began to intensify each time his cock slid through her lips.
Heather relished the feeling of this huge cock in her mouth, so much so that her pussy began to leak without being touched. She wanted badly to cum while sucking him. Heather moved one hand from his balls to her own pussy, stroking her clitoris vigorously. She felt her orgasm building as Joe fucked her face faster and harder. Joe grunted loudly and pulled his cock from her mouth. Joe shot rope after rope of cum onto Heather's face and breasts as she rubbed herself to a shuddering climax.
Heather sat back on her heels, Joe's semen trailing down her face and tits. She licked around her mouth and collected his juices with her tongue. She wiped some more off her cheek with her fingers then licked them clean. Joe pulled on his shorts as he recovered. Heather wiped the rest of his cum from her face with the blanket, as she moved to clean the semen from her large tanned tits, Joe stopped her. "Leave that, take it home to your husband…" he said with a wry grin. Heather nodded and pulled on her sundress, carefully adjusting her breasts and attempting to fix her hair.
The two walked together to Joe's truck. Heather felt his cum dripping between her breasts, it made her feel naughty and slutty. More than that, she felt desired, something she hadn't felt in quite a while. Climbing into the truck, she wondered how she would explain this afternoon to her husband. I may have to fuck his brains out first… she thought to herself.
They drove silently on the short trip home. Heather lost in thought and Joe Joe content to smile at his dried cum on her tits that was clearly visible above the neckline of her sundress. Pulling up to the curb outside her home, Joe looked at her and said, "When you want to live out your fantasy, Babe?"
Heather looked at him for a moment, wanting desperately not to give him an answer. At this point, she had no ability to resist him. Truthfully she had no ability to resist that cock. "Tomorrow, late morning. He's going riding with his friends. I'll text you in the morning." Heather replied anxiously, looking around before getting out of his truck. She walked quickly to the front door, hoping no one would see her and want to chat.
I heard the front door close, startled, I reached for my phone to see if I missed her text. Nothing there. I was working intently installing a couple of Bluetooth cameras in our room. I placed one into the headboard and the other on the tall dresser, giving almost full coverage of the bedroom. They were easy to connect to my laptop, allowing me to both watch and record anything in the bedroom.
Heather called from downstairs, "...it's just me."
I was able to relax after that and complete the task at hand.
Heather ducked into the main level bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She tried to fix her hair and wiped a spot of dry cum from her cheek. She noticed another couple spots in her hair, clumping them together. Jesus Christ, how much did he cum? She thought to herself angrily, but a light tingle between her legs betrayed her true feelings. She considered how to approach her husband looking like she just finished a porn movie without showering. Looks like plan A is the only way…
Heather approached and grabbed me from behind. She started by kissing my neck and wrapping her arm around my waist, fumbling with the button of my shorts. Apparently her outing went well… I can't wait to hear all about it. She dropped my shorts to the ground and began slowly stroking my cock. It immediately sprang to life as I braced myself against the wall. I reached back and grabbed her ass, pulling her dress up to expose her.
"Fuck me, Baby…" she whispered in my ear. She released me and spun around, bending over in front of me. She pulled up her dress and grabbed the footboard of the bed, her round ass and bright pink cunt pointing at me. I shoved my cock into her wet pussy in one thrust. Heather cooed and grunted, matching my strokes by pushing back into my thighs. My balls slapped against her pussy each time my cock bottomed out in her cunt. My wife was growling as we pounded into each other. She was so horny, so I decided to try something different. I wet my middle finger and started by tickling her pink asshole. Heather reacted by squealing and pushing up into my finger causing it to enter her. We kept pounding each other and my finger slid in until it was buried in her ass. She squirmed and ground against me, mewing like a cat in heat. I couldn't believe I was fucking my wife of 20 years, she was acting like a drunk slut… and I was loving it!
Even though Heather was fucking her husband, her mind was reliving this afternoon and fantasizing about what was in store for her. Visions of his huge black cock powered her passion. She unconsciously reached for her clitoris and began slowly circling and stroking it. Her climax built quickly with the manipulation of her pussy. Heather moaned and squirmed as her orgasm hit and washed over her entire body. Her legs shook, threatening to collapse as she wailed and grunted. The contractions of her pussy caused me to explode into her, cumming harder than I can remember ever doing. We remained standing, both of us breathing heavily, my cock still inside my wife.
