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Some of you read my first post on other subreddits () about my wife, cheating on me and finally telling me about it. Both of us realizing how much it turned me on and turned her on that I was “accepting” of it. Well, that got us talking a lot about our relationship, and particularly our sexual relationship. It’s a long story with a setup. If you just want the finale: my wife was fucked like she hasn’t been fucked in years. The sounds from the room were incredible. Her details – wow. And as far as her preference for hung black men – total.
As considerate as she tried to be in the words she used, her take was blunt, sex with me was not gratifying for her. Lack of stamina and aggressiveness mainly, but she also confessed she loved sex with hung men and found sex with black men to be a real turn on. And I admitted to her that watching her get fucked well by a hot black man hit all my buttons, especially the thought of seeing my hot petite wife getting railed by a hung big black stud. Her smile got big with that comment.
BTW, my wife’s 43, 5’3″, 125 lbs., fit and still great curves: 32C 28 34, dirty blonde hair usually in loose waves, hazel eyes that turn slutty when she’s turned on. We have been married for 21 years. And after several long frank discussions, we both wanted to at least experiment openly with a hotwife relationship. So, we got into who she’d hook up with first and how.
My wife was all over this part. The guy was someone we had both seen, a black guy that works out at our fitness center. Younger, at least 10 to 15 years younger than us. Basketball player physique, lean but incredibly muscled, 6’3 Ish. Apparently, he’s in her Pilate classes and yes, she says he looks hung. No wonder she was taking that class 3 days a week.
As for me, I had to check him out myself. Sure, it’s a pervy thing, but I had to know. One of the days I was there working out, and so was he. When he went to the locker/showers so did I. And fuck me, if she craves big, this stud would deliver. It was all I could do not to gawk with my jaw on the floor. I didn’t tell her that though. I wanted to know about her first reaction.
This being our first time, we also talked about how this would play out. We did not want to have the hook up at our house right now. To me, I had to be around. No way was she going alone somewhere. But my wife did not want me in the room with them. She even admitted that she can get into a total slut mode and just wasn’t ready for me to be in the room this time. She wanted to be 1 on 1 with him. They had been flirting a lot. He knew she was married. Knew me by sight but still hit on her hard anyway. Her desire to be with him alone and slut out was off the charts. Condoms were a must.
We agreed to a fantastic hotel in a city near us. I’d get adjoining rooms. She’d tell him that I was nearby but not involved. Their room and drinks were on me. They would first get together at the hotel bar. She’d know that I’d be sitting with a view elsewhere in the bar but not interfere or be pointed out. Total voyeur on my part. I also convinced her that when they went to their room, to hit the audio record button on her phone. Not for video, but to capture as much of their sounds and sex talk together as they got into it. Sure, I was in the next room with the heads of the beds in each room against each other with just a slim wall, but I didn’t want to miss a thing of her first time.
She got with him. Let him know how ready she was for this. Gave him the details of the hotel and my situation. She said he pulled her to him, gave her a deep incredible kiss and told her that he’d be treating the “hottest MILF in the class to an extra special session of passion and sex”.
Last Saturday we pulled the trigger. Damn, she looked fucking stunning. Face glowing. Huge smile on her face. Tight black skirt to show off her hot hips and an incredible gold sequin and lace top, sleeveless, backless, clasping around her neck and while not transparent, low cut enough to show off her amazing 32 C tits. And wow, the “fuck me” walk she had entering the bar was something.
She went to the bar and ordered her drink. I went to a table well off the line of sight. In he comes. Dressed casually and sharply. Damn, he looked hot too. I saw her face immediately light up. She got up to meet him. He was a good foot taller than her. When they hugged, she looked tiny in his arms and against him, his big hands sliding down to the small of her back, pulling her against him. I could see her bite her lip when she felt his bulge press into her stomach. And then to watch my wife tilt her head up and pull his face to hers and give him a deep passionate kiss. My cock jumped at the sight, and I wasn’t the only one in the bar watching and realizing these two people were fucking later.
I sat in the hotel bar’s far corner, sipping whiskey, pretending to scroll my phone while I watched them. Wine flowed fast. Her hand on his thigh, his fingers on her bare knee, creeping higher, and a hand on her bare shoulder. Little kisses now and then. After maybe 45 minutes, he got up to head to the restroom, and she texted me two messages in a row:
“Omg baby, this is incredible. I want him so bad. He’s so fucking hard I can outline every inch through his pants. He is fucking HUGE!!!!!”
“Heading to the room now. I love you. Stay close. Listen to what he does to your “sweet little wife. ???”
They left arms around each other’s waists. Wow, watching my MILF wife walking out to a room, with a big fit hot black man, hips swaying, big smile…I was so hard. I waited two minutes, paid the tabs and followed. I went to my room. I unlocked and opened my side of the connecting door and sound carried great. My wife said she’d place her phone on the nightstand in voice memo mode from the second they walk. I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, undressed, starting to stroke slowly to their voices and sounds.
I could make out small talk as they entered, then clearly, deep passionate kissing and moaning from her. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long…” I heard her say over and over. Clearly a rustling of clothes and then from him “Fuck, look at you. The perfect married MILF, aren’t you. Get over here.” What I heard from him was a lot of moaning. I could only imagine my wife, on her knees, sucking and licking, pleasuring him.
Then it was all quiet for a bit. Foreplay? Probably. More oral between the two of them. No doubt. Out of the silence, I hear her, loudly, “OMFG, OMFG, OMFG, oh baby, oh baby…” repeatedly. And the pounding of the headboard on the bed against the wall was incredible. It went on and on. I was hard and stroking as her screams and grunts got louder and kept coming. I have no idea how long this lasted, way longer than I could ever have. Finally, a loud scream and words I didn’t understand from her and a loud grunt from him, then silence. I had my own mess all over my lap and hands.
I got up. Washed up. Climbed back into bed. Waiting for him to leave and for my wife to join me. But no, a little while later…Bam Bam Bam goes the bed against the wall. and hearing my wife loudly, “Oh wow, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” No doubt in a loud voice from her to let me know the pleasure she was experiencing. Again, I can’t believe how long they go this time either. The sounds she made…WOW. Words weren’t clear, but moans, screams, and grunts were.
After periods of silence and rest on their part, I guess, they fucked 2 more times during the night and then once again in the morning, and I hear him leave. I quickly go to the adjoining room door, she lets me in and kisses me. She’s sweaty. Reeked of sex, which was so hot to smell BTW, hair was a mess, flush face and skin, but a huge smile. She didn’t say a word at first. We laid into bed together. She looked at me, kissed me again. Reached over and turned off the audio recording of the phone, smiled evilly at me and said “Wait until you listen to this!!” and she fell asleep. I extended the stay another day.
On the way home, we talked about the night, how we each were with it and just as important…the next time. Oh, have you ever watched the movie The Hangover? Do you remember the scene at the end where they gather to see the pictures and just lose it when they see the pics from the night? Well, that was me listening to the recording she made of the night. OMG, my wife is a slut for BBC. No, I’m not sharing that transcript here. That’s just for her and me.
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