Our journey didn’t start with a fantasy but with a fact…
At the age we first discussed, I was 24 and she was 22. We had recently moved in together and were living a golden age of early relationship honeymoon and rampant frequent indulging in sex.
Ella is a recent law graduate, a little over five foot one with blonde bobbed hair and a lean athletic figure. Not quite an Abercrombie-esq girl but every part the high school sweetheart grown up. She was timid, professional studious in the day but at night (and certainly with *******) she was awoken.
We had recently dabbled watching porn during foreplay and it was becoming a semi-regular thing. I chose the material and it helped lubricate the situation. This one night, we had been out drinking and dancing and got a taxi home in the early hours. Settled in for tonights film I planned to introduce her to hotwife porn which was a growing personal favourite.
The film went on and for the first few minutes we made out to the sounds of the amateur camera work in the background. The wife and a bull were in a hotel and small talking on the bed. By the time we took our usual positions, her leaning over me to blow me whilst she opened her legs and I worked her clit into its full size, the couple were in bed In a not dissimilar state. His had was down her knickers and they were kissing whilst she was unbuckling his jeans and struggling to manoeuvre them down whilst not breaking the kiss.
This was the first time a black guy was on our screens and I wasn’t sure if she was going to respond like she had on the other films – where we usually turned it off after ten minutes because she was ready to fuck.
The jeans came off and her hips were grinding on his large black hand buried down the front of her knickers. They broke from the kiss – laughing slightly at the struggle – before his bottom half was naked. The hotwife commented something when she took hold of his dick (which was large and curved and thick) and Ella stopped stroking me as she watched. I went from circling her clit to tracing her pussy and to my surprise where she would ordinarily have hot and wet, she was wetter than any time I had previously known.
As we watched the next few minutes of the film, where she took him in her mouth, I wondered whether to say or whether she had even noticed. Her right arm grabbed mine and that meant one thing. Stop touching her, she was close to cumming. Was it the hotwife situation, the real porn, that cock or all of it. We kept going keeping her on the edge. Eventually the bull lowered himself between the wifes legs and eased himself inside her to her obvious arousal.
“Stop” the hand came out and she lifted herself up, taking the remote and turning the tv off. In the darkness of the night she reached back over and started kissing me, hard, stroking my cock. I went to reach for her pussy but she clamped her things and shook her head. She was giving a brilliant handjob and I was intoxicated by how turned on she seemed. Then it happened.
“If you liked that movie, you might like what I have to tell you…”
I grunted and flexed my hips, encouraging her to start.
Her hand whipping up and down my modest but very hard size
“Remember the game Vegas?”
“No”
“The game you play at high school when you start drinking?”
“No”
“Oh…I thought everyone did” The rhythm of her hand broken
“Well, I was 17, I was at my best friend Collisas house with a dozen or so others whilst her parents were away for the night somewhere. We were drinking shots and dancing when Collisa sat on the floor”
“Vegas!” to which everyone groaned, laughed or whooped but sat down
In between kissing me and resuming her pace, her things now wrapped around one leg and she was gently grinding on me. It was clear she wanted to share what turned her on
“The rules of Vegas are you sit in a circle, a bottle is in the middle, its spun, whoever it lands on has to go to the bedroom. Its spun again and the person it lands on has to join them. They stay in the room for 10 minutes. When they leave nobody shares their story – what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” I laughed and felt I missed out…
“We get to the third turn and it lands on me. ******* and giggling I make my way to the room. It was only my third or fourth time playing or something. I head to the room. The cheers erupting in the background as the bottle is spun again, I wait in the room to see who comes in”
It’s Kevin – a friend of Collisas I didn’t really know but had seen him around. He was five foot ten is, lean and angular and black. I fancied him, he was good looking”
I smiled at him and he smiled back, we had ten minutes and within ten seconds we were making out. His hands rubbing my body I reciprocated. He was a good kisser and we fell back onto the bed.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect – why I didn’t already know this already (we are 3yrs together) or that she fancied black guys. Either I was about to cum, so I stopped her hands. She smiled as she kissed me.
“He got his dick out not me….but as we kissed and he put his hand into my knickers, I gave him a handjob”
I stopped her again.
Her rhythm grinding on me increasing “I wasn’t sure what you’d think but now I do”
“It was big. Long <she held her hands apart> before returning to stroke me and thick <making a gesture with her hand around my cock>”
I groaned and moved my hips and she began stroking at a fast pace
“He came in a couple of minutes…….” I reached for her arm but she wouldn’t stop and I started to squirt – the hardest hottest electric orgasm in as long as I can remember.
“When I’m alone....... and sometimes with you, I think of Kevin”
That fact was the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship and sex life.
Leave feedback if you want to hear more about what Ella got upto?
At the age we first discussed, I was 24 and she was 22. We had recently moved in together and were living a golden age of early relationship honeymoon and rampant frequent indulging in sex.
Ella is a recent law graduate, a little over five foot one with blonde bobbed hair and a lean athletic figure. Not quite an Abercrombie-esq girl but every part the high school sweetheart grown up. She was timid, professional studious in the day but at night (and certainly with *******) she was awoken.
We had recently dabbled watching porn during foreplay and it was becoming a semi-regular thing. I chose the material and it helped lubricate the situation. This one night, we had been out drinking and dancing and got a taxi home in the early hours. Settled in for tonights film I planned to introduce her to hotwife porn which was a growing personal favourite.
The film went on and for the first few minutes we made out to the sounds of the amateur camera work in the background. The wife and a bull were in a hotel and small talking on the bed. By the time we took our usual positions, her leaning over me to blow me whilst she opened her legs and I worked her clit into its full size, the couple were in bed In a not dissimilar state. His had was down her knickers and they were kissing whilst she was unbuckling his jeans and struggling to manoeuvre them down whilst not breaking the kiss.
This was the first time a black guy was on our screens and I wasn’t sure if she was going to respond like she had on the other films – where we usually turned it off after ten minutes because she was ready to fuck.
The jeans came off and her hips were grinding on his large black hand buried down the front of her knickers. They broke from the kiss – laughing slightly at the struggle – before his bottom half was naked. The hotwife commented something when she took hold of his dick (which was large and curved and thick) and Ella stopped stroking me as she watched. I went from circling her clit to tracing her pussy and to my surprise where she would ordinarily have hot and wet, she was wetter than any time I had previously known.
As we watched the next few minutes of the film, where she took him in her mouth, I wondered whether to say or whether she had even noticed. Her right arm grabbed mine and that meant one thing. Stop touching her, she was close to cumming. Was it the hotwife situation, the real porn, that cock or all of it. We kept going keeping her on the edge. Eventually the bull lowered himself between the wifes legs and eased himself inside her to her obvious arousal.
“Stop” the hand came out and she lifted herself up, taking the remote and turning the tv off. In the darkness of the night she reached back over and started kissing me, hard, stroking my cock. I went to reach for her pussy but she clamped her things and shook her head. She was giving a brilliant handjob and I was intoxicated by how turned on she seemed. Then it happened.
“If you liked that movie, you might like what I have to tell you…”
I grunted and flexed my hips, encouraging her to start.
Her hand whipping up and down my modest but very hard size
“Remember the game Vegas?”
“No”
“The game you play at high school when you start drinking?”
“No”
“Oh…I thought everyone did” The rhythm of her hand broken
“Well, I was 17, I was at my best friend Collisas house with a dozen or so others whilst her parents were away for the night somewhere. We were drinking shots and dancing when Collisa sat on the floor”
“Vegas!” to which everyone groaned, laughed or whooped but sat down
In between kissing me and resuming her pace, her things now wrapped around one leg and she was gently grinding on me. It was clear she wanted to share what turned her on
“The rules of Vegas are you sit in a circle, a bottle is in the middle, its spun, whoever it lands on has to go to the bedroom. Its spun again and the person it lands on has to join them. They stay in the room for 10 minutes. When they leave nobody shares their story – what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” I laughed and felt I missed out…
“We get to the third turn and it lands on me. ******* and giggling I make my way to the room. It was only my third or fourth time playing or something. I head to the room. The cheers erupting in the background as the bottle is spun again, I wait in the room to see who comes in”
It’s Kevin – a friend of Collisas I didn’t really know but had seen him around. He was five foot ten is, lean and angular and black. I fancied him, he was good looking”
I smiled at him and he smiled back, we had ten minutes and within ten seconds we were making out. His hands rubbing my body I reciprocated. He was a good kisser and we fell back onto the bed.”
I wasn’t sure what to expect – why I didn’t already know this already (we are 3yrs together) or that she fancied black guys. Either I was about to cum, so I stopped her hands. She smiled as she kissed me.
“He got his dick out not me….but as we kissed and he put his hand into my knickers, I gave him a handjob”
I stopped her again.
Her rhythm grinding on me increasing “I wasn’t sure what you’d think but now I do”
“It was big. Long <she held her hands apart> before returning to stroke me and thick <making a gesture with her hand around my cock>”
I groaned and moved my hips and she began stroking at a fast pace
“He came in a couple of minutes…….” I reached for her arm but she wouldn’t stop and I started to squirt – the hardest hottest electric orgasm in as long as I can remember.
“When I’m alone....... and sometimes with you, I think of Kevin”
That fact was the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship and sex life.
Leave feedback if you want to hear more about what Ella got upto?
