HerLittlePiggy
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Stacy and I had talked about going for years. She was a country music fan and we lived relatively close to Nashville but we’d never been there to visit. We’d gone other places to celebrate our anniversary in March. We’d been to New Orleans twice. We’d been to Charleston, Savanah and even Dallas/Fort Worth but we’d worried about the hit or miss weather in Tennessee in March.
I finished backing our 26 foot camper trailer into the site and then used blocks to level it side to side. I unhooked it from my Ford F150, leveled it front to back and then started to set up camp while my beautiful wife organized inside the trailer. We had our routine and it worked well for us. Once I had the electric and water hooked up Stacy put out the slides, made the bed and put away any food or supplies we’d brought from home. While she was doing that I hooked up the black and grey water tanks and put our outdoor rug, camp chairs and our Blackstone griddle where they belonged around the fire pit. We usually traveled with our two dogs Ollie and Sadie but knowing we’d be gone sightseeing all day and drinking all night we had left them both with our ******* back home in Kentucky.
Once we were set up both inside and out Stacy and I changed into some nicer clothes and freshened up before she summoned an Uber to take us to Downtown Nashville. My wife was the planner and she had our first night mapped out. We had a nice steak dinner at a good local steakhouse before we hit the bars to listen to some live music and *******.
We were at the second bar of our impromptu pub crawl when I saw him standing with a small group of similarly dressed men. It was large relatively crowded venue with an abundance of tongue and groove yellow pine on the walls and high top tables surrounding a horseshoe shaped bar on the right. A four piece country band was playing on a decent sized stage at the back of the room with a spacious dance floor in front of it. Several more high top tables flanked the dance floor on both sides and he was on the right near the stage with a hallway to the restrooms behind him.
He was a tall, powerfully built black man in faded jeans, a tight black tee shirt, cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat. He was standing beside a table with a group of guys drinking a draft beer and listening to a pretty good country band. I saw him give my wife the once over and I grinned.
Stacy was a good looking woman with a curvaceous body and warm bedroom eyes. She was a conservative and reserved woman by nature but she had recently lost a good amount of weight and she was dressed sexier than usual in a short and low cut dress that hugged her feminine curves, a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, both of which she had picked up when we had visited friends in Texas the previous year. I was dressed more casually in my favorite Grunt Style tee shirt, dark blue jeans, a trucker hat and a pair of gray Hey Dudes shoes.
The black cowboy’s eyes met mine and he nodded at me. Then he smiled and brazenly checked out my wife again. His confidence and devil may care attitude made me shiver for a moment though I wasn’t sure why. Stacy and I were a pretty traditional couple. We certainly weren’t swingers but we weren’t exactly vanilla either. We had some kinks and fetishes. We dabbled in bondage and dominance. We occasionally watched porn together but we were monogamous and while we had, on occasion, used toys to role-play and simulate a threesome she was pretty resolute that she could never do anything like that in real life. Stacy had been raised in a catholic home. She’d gone to an all girls catholic high school and she took her wedding vows seriously but she was far from a prude or a complete square.
“That guy over there was checking you out,” I teased as we waited for our beers at the bar.
“Which one,” Stacy giggled playfully. She flipped her long auburn hair behind her left ear and her pretty golden brown eyes followed my sight line to the black cowboy.
“He was,” I said with a subtle flutter in my voice. Her self confidence had returned after her recent weight loss and there was something in the tone of her voice that excited me, though I couldn’t pinpoint it.
“Ooh, he’s cute. He reminds me of a more muscular Darius Rucker,” my wife said as she looked him up and down while I watched. I was not usually a jealous person largely because she hadn’t give me a reason to be. She had been a bit of a flirt when we were young but we’d been married for 25 years that month and together for almost 30. We had met during high school and we’d started dating halfway through our senior year. We’d remained faithful throughout college and married soon after graduation. When we were college she would occasionally flirt with guys to try to get a rise out of me but it never worked and once we were married that had ended. She was a loving and faithful wife and while our marriage was far from perfect I loved her and she loved me.
The black cowboy looked over at Stacy and they both smiled. It was rather surreal. I could immediately see the mutual attraction between them. Stacy bit lightly on her bottom lip as he unabashedly undressed her with his dark glimmering eyes. It only lasted a few moments before she realized what she was doing and looked away almost demurely.
“That was interesting,” I joked as I reached out and touched Stacy’s arm. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed more than a little flustered. It was a side of my wife that I had never seen before and it was rather exciting to witness.
“Sorry,” Stacy replied meekly. She still seemed a bit out of sorts and I was feeling uncharacteristically insecure. I reached for her hand and looked at her with love in my eyes as I gave it a squeeze.
“I love you,” I said softly as I held her gaze. We’d had our ups and down but unlike most of our friends we had stood the test of time. We’d raised two children through adulthood and we were just beginning the empty nest phase of our life. We’d been in a bit of a rut sexually of late but my love for her and our friendship was unwavering.
“I love you too Baby. Sorry about that. That was a little weird and very rude.”
“It was kinda weird but it was kind of hot,” I mused. “I have never seen you like that.”
Stacy smiled and we made our way to an empty high top table closer to the stage and sat down to enjoy the music. I deliberately sat with my back mostly towards the black cowboy which ****** Stacy to look towards him if she looked at the stage and for the next hour we sat there drinking and listening to the music but I was also watching Stacy. I could tell when she was looking at him by the way she grinned and I was getting a perverse thrill knowing that they were still making eye contact and flirting from opposite ends of the stage. I’d had a few fantasies over the years that involved sharing my wife with another man or woman but I’d had no delusions that she’d ever do anything like that because of her upbringing. She hadn’t been to church in years except on Christmas and Easter but she was still a spiritual person.
After an hour I told Stacy that I was going to the bathroom and to get us another round of drinks since it was clear the wait staff was overwhelmed. I had to walk past the black cowboy’s table but he wasn’t there and I figured he had moved on. I returned to my table several minutes later with two beers and an empty bladder but Stacy was no longer alone. The black cowboy was standing beside her chatting her up as if she was a single woman in town to pick up a man. He seemed unfazed as I approached and I was surprised to see two empty shot glasses on the table in front of them.
“Oh, hey Baby,” Stacy said with a warm smile as her eyes met mine. “This is Shawn from Texas. He’s in town for a show. He brought me a shot of Tequila.” It seemed like an overstep but I wasn’t upset. I was however curious to see what he would do with me at the table.
I reached out and shook his hand as I introduced myself. I’m a big guy. I stand 6’3” tall and weigh 220lbs but he made me feel small. He was at least 6’5” and likely weighed more than 250lbs of what looked like pure muscle. His hand was enormous and dwarfed mine and he spoke in a deep baritone that sounded commanding and authoritative.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said confidently with a firm handshake. He looked at the logo on the arm of my shirt and nodded. “Did you serve?”
“For 23 years. US Navy retired. How about you?”
“I did four years in the Marine Corp out of Camp Pendleton,” Shawn said proudly and I invited him to join us.
Shawn sat down and the three of us started talk. I could tell Stacy was a little buzzed after consuming a few glasses of wine at dinner followed by several beers and a shot at the two bars we’d been to. She was being much more outgoing and flirtatious than usual, both with me and with our new friend Shawn. She laughed heartily at his jokes and her gaze repeatedly lingered on him for a few extra moments, sending an unspoken message that she was into him. It was rather surreal to watch but for some reason I was okay with it. I was enjoying sharing war stories with a fellow serviceman and oddly enough I was having fun watching Stacy interact with him as well.
It was after midnight and the band had just ended their last set. The beers and shots had flowed steadily and Shawn and I had shared most of our war stories. He had done two tours in Iraq in the early 2000s and I’d done two in Iraq and two in Afghanistan during my 23 years with the SeaBees. Stacy’s flirting with both he and I had increased beyond the innocent. During her more animated moments she would touch our hands and there were several times that she and Shawn shared knowing, lingering looks. I had this weird feeling something monumental was going to happen.
“Let’s find another bar,” my wife giggled. I could see by the look in her eyes that Stacy was a bit ******* and I knew from experience that could go one of two ways. She would either hit a wall and want sleep or she would get loud and want to party all night and I had a hunch it was the latter.
My suspicions were confirmed moments later when Stacy slid down from her seat and grabbed both Shawn’s and my hand. We’d already settled our tab and she led us out onto the street.
“There’s another place down here,” my wife said excitedly as she led the way to the next bar, holding both our hands in the process. We arrived at the next bar and went inside. Stacy made a bee line for the bar and ordered each of us a ******* before we realized that the band there had also finished for the night.
“Fuck,” my wife said in exasperation when she realized the band was packing up. “Now where? I don’t want to go back to the camper yet.” She pushed her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout like a spoiled baby.
She looked at me and I shrugged. Then she looked at Shawn and they both smiled. I felt like I was a little out of the loop and Stacy nodded. “Where did you say you were staying?”
I couldn’t recall that coming up when we were talking but I had left them alone a few times to go to the bathroom and I had no idea what they’d talked about then.
“Right up the street.” Shawn replied with a devilish grin as he gestured to his left.
“Is there a bar there?” She grinned mischievously at him as she squeezed my hand. I wasn’t sure where she was headed but my pulse did quicken a bit.
“There is and I have some weed back in my room too,” Shawn said as he looked directly at my wife. Stacy and her friends occasionally smoked and I knew she would like that idea.
“Ooh, let’s do that,” she giggled. Pot wasn’t really my thing and it had been years since we had smoked pot together but one thing I remembered was that weed always put Stacy in the mood.
We quickly finished our drinks and Shawn led us outside and down the sidewalk towards his hotel. Stacy was sandwiched between us holding each of our hands like we were some kind of thruple. She had a happy bounce in her step and her excitement was infectious.
We arrived at his hotel and bypassed the bar, heading straight through the spacious lobby to the elevators near the back, past the check in counter. My wife seemed especially energized as the doors closed and we rose up to his room on the 5th floor. I couldn’t believe what was happening and while I was undeniably anxious I was also eager to see what would happen once we were alone. I could feel the sexual energy in the air and I had a rather insistent tingling in my groin from the theretofore unfathomable idea that we might have a threesome.
I stepped in first and surveyed his room. It was a typical upper scale 3 or 4 star hotel room. There was a bathroom immediately to the left followed by smallish closet with his suitcase on the floor. On the right wall was a dark wood dresser with a flat panel TV atop of it and past that was a matching desk and a chair. The back wall was all windows overlooking the city and in the back and to the left was a small burgundy sofa with an oval coffee table in front of it. A king sized bed was a few feet away from the sofa, facing the TV, with the bedspread turned down and a handwritten message from management on the puffy white pillows.
Shawn grabbed a vape pen from his suitcase inside the closet as soon as we entered the room and minutes later the three of us were getting stoned.
Stacy and Shawn were sitting together on the sofa with their cowboy hats side by side on the coffee table and I was sitting across from them in the terribly uncomfortable office chair. It had been a long time since I’d smoked pot and it only took a few hits to give me one hell of a buzz. Stacy took two hits as well and then cozied up to Shawn while I tried to get a handle on what was happening. Her hand was resting on his leg tracing small circles on his thigh. It was surreal. I felt like I was having an out of body experience as I watched Shawn and Stacy start to kiss and my dick was instantly hard.
My head was spinning and I couldn’t believe what was happening. She brazenly climbed onto his lap and they kissed, deep and wet. Her soft moans and the squishy sounds of their lips and tongues filled my head and my heart began to race. Shawn’s hand moved swiftly and confidently up my wife’s silky thigh and my jaw dropped when she spread her legs wide for him, granting him access to her womanly treasures. I hadn’t expected it to happen so fast but it was clear their flirting at the bar had them worked into a frenzy. He pushed her dress up and gently rubbed her pussy through her panties making her moan deep and low, like a wanton whore. The sound of their actions rattled around in my head and I began to run my fingers over my turgid, jean covered rod. Watching him fondle my wife was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen and I soon had to stop touching myself or I would have cum in my pants. It was so completely out of character for my theretofore reserved wife and I was reminded of a time a few years prior. She had just returned from her annual girls trip and told me and several of our friends at a party that she wanted to have a midlife crisis and cut loose. That had been two or three years prior but I realized that the time had come for her to do it and I was glad to be there when she did.
They continued to kiss for what felt like an eternity because I was extremely stoned but was likely just a few excruciatingly hot minutes. Then they stood up and Shawn lifted my wife’s dress over her head, leaving her in just a sexy red thong, a matching Victoria Secret bra and her authentic Texas cowboy boots.
“You’re gonna have to help me out of these,” Stacy laughed as she flopped back on the bed and held up her boots. “I don’t wear them often and I cannot get them off by myself. So unless you want to fuck me with my boots on.” Stacy laughed at her own joke while I watched dumbfounded as Shawn moved into position to help my wife take off her boots.
In my impaired state I could barely grasp what was happening and my head was spinning knowing that my wife had just told a man we’d met a few hours earlier that he could fuck her. Mine was, to the best of my knowledge, the only cock that had been inside her in 30 years and the thought that she might fuck another man in front of me was blowing my mind. I had an inkling that I should join in but I was too stoned to move. That confused me because I hadn’t smoked any more than Stacy had but it had been years and I evidently had no tolerance for weed mixed with a lot of alcohol.
With her boots and socks off Stacy sat on the edge of the bed facing me with Shawn in front of her. She looked up at him and smiled wickedly as she undid his belt and unfastened his jeans. She slid them down his thick, powerful legs and her eyes widened. She breathed deep and stared at his crotch.
“Oh my God,” my wife gasped and my jaw went slack. I could see the outline of his tumescent cock in his pale blue boxer briefs and from my vantage point just seven or eight feet away it looked huge.
“You like?” Shawn teased with a knowing smile. He grabbed his shaft over his underwear and nodded at my pretty wife.
“I’m a little scared to be honest Baby,” my wife confessed. She batted her long eyelashes at him and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, apparently eager to see his unclothed manhood.
“So its bigger than his?” Shawn laughed and shrugged arrogantly and my shoulders tensed. I knew I had a decidedly average sized dick but I’d never felt insecure about it until then.
“Oh my God yes. It’s not even close. You are really big,” Stacy giggled as his thick, dark brown cock sprung free. “How big are you?” She bit lightly on her bottom lip and gazed wantonly up at him as her golden brown eyes glimmered with desire.
“About eight or so inches. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”
Stacy grabbed his meaty shaft and stroked it slowly. He was still only semi erect and already much longer and thicker than me at my best. His huge cock curved downward under its own weight as it continued to grown. I felt woefully inadequate and terribly insecure at that moment. My cheeks were burning from the humiliation of their words but oddly my dick was still rock hard and I fumbled with my zipper with my eyes affixed to the union of my wife’s small, pale hand and his big black cock. The contrasting hues between them added to the eroticism. I’d never given interracial sex much thought and it certainly wasn’t one of my hot buttons but I couldn’t deny they looked good together.
Stacy pointed the bulbous circumcised head of Shawn’s black dick as her full, pink lips. She smiled up at him and then tentatively licked the very tip, sampling a drop of clear precum. A soft moan escaped her lips and my mind started to reel. I couldn’t recall her ever liking the taste of my dick, or if she had she certainly hadn’t verbalized it.
“Mmm, you taste good,” my wife purred in a low, sexy voice. Then she slowly and deliberately licked the underside of his cock from his big, cum laden balls to his spongy head. Her eyes closed and a euphoric expression danced on her face. She grabbed his shaft with both hands, something I was painfully aware would be unnecessary with my dick, and guided it into her open mouth.
It was like a gut punch watching my wife of 25 years suck another man’s cock. I felt like the room was spinning and I had a deep, foreboding pit in my stomach but at the same time my dick was throbbing and twitching as if it had a mind of its own.
Her head bobbed slowly but because of his girth she could only fit the first three or so inches into her mouth. Her lips were stretched thin around his fat cock and she began to moan in steady rhythm with the motion of her hands and mouth. She continued like that for several long minutes with intermittent breaks where she would lick his hairy balls, drag her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft and then lick around the tip of his huge cock as she gazed into his eyes. It was as if she was worshipping at the alter of his big black dick and that though too was like a Mike Tyson punch to my solar plexus. It took my breath away and left me nauseous but my throbbing dick was juxtaposed to my sick feeling inside and I had to stroke it.
A string of viscous saliva stretched lewdly from Stacy’s bottom lip to the tip of Shawn’s cock as she gazed up at him with molten desire in her eyes. “I need you inside me,” she sighed. Her tremulous voice betrayed the depths of her desire and I nearly came, without physical provocation, when her words hit my ears. It was happening and I was in a near catatonic state with my dick throbbing incessantly and my pants around my ankles. It pointed skyward and glistened with a copious slathering of precum that spoke volumes on my mental state as I rubbed the tip with my thumb.
Shawn hooked his fingers into the sides of Stacy’s thong and she gleefully lifted her plump round ass off the bed, letting him slip them down her shapely legs and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Stacy had, for years, had the entirety of her pubic hair waxed but in the last 6 months she had allowed a sexy triangle of well groomed fur to return. I loved the way it looked and Shawn seemed to appreciate it as well. He ran his fingers through the tufts of short curly hair and then looked into my wife’s eyes as he curled his long, thick, brown fingers over her pubis and into her drooling pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Stacy groaned wantonly as she laid back with her legs spread wide. She pushed her bra down under her heavy breasts and clutched at them as Shawn moved his hand up and down, simultaneously rubbing her clit with his palm and her g-spot with the pad of his middle finger. Her breathing quickly began to labor and several high pitched yelps escaped her lips. I’d never heard her make that sound and I was awakened to how different her reactions were to Shawn than they had always been with me. Her legs started to tremble. Then they started to shake. Her back arched and she looked up at him with wide, unblinking eyes as she climaxed with another man for the first time in more than two decades.
Shawn rubbed her pussy slowly as she rode out the intense waves of euphoria. She was so wet that it sounded like his fingers were splashing in a puddle of water and when her orgasm ended he coaxed her further up the bed and settled between her pale, splayed thighs with his mouth at her ravenous sex.
“Please,” my wife begged softly but Shawn shook his head.
“Not yet,” he grinned, denying her what she ached for. He lowered his thick, juicy lips to her engorged vulva. Her eyes rolled back at first contact and stayed there as he began to suck gently on her puffy pink inner lips, drawing more ******* to the region.
Stacy’s hands moved instinctively to his head and her breathing became smooth and steady. “Oh that’s nice,” she cooed, “I like that.”
Her pretty brown eyes darted to me as Shawn continued to sensuously manipulate her pussy with his plump lips and tongue. It was the first acknowledgment of my existence since they’d started kissing more than 30 minutes earlier and she grinned.
“Jeremy, take note,” she said contently. “Start slowly and avoid the clit right after I cum.”
I’d always been proud of my oral skills and her words cut deep. I felt tightness in my chest and my cheeks were on fire.
Her hands caressed Shawn’s scalp and her breathing deepened as he slid his digits into her frothy hole. He continued to lick and suck on her labia while his fingers toyed inside her making her eyes flutter wildly.
Stacy was breathing deep and heavy when Shawn finally started to lick her hard clit. He seemed relaxed and focused on her pleasure rather than hurried and selfish as I sometimes was. I’d often blamed it on my inability to modify my mindset once we were living alone in our house and I was taking note of what he was doing to use later when it was my turn to please her.
“That feels so good,” Stacy purred. “It’s perfect. Just like that. A little faster. Yes, fuck, yessss.” Her back arched anew, lifting her ass off the bed and she cried out loudly as she came for the second time with him.
Shawn pulled his fingers from her sloppy hole and tenderly kissed her inner thighs as she recovered from the ferocity of her orgasm. Then he slowly kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly at her big, luscious breasts, where he feasted on her rock hard nipples before continuing his journey up my wife’s soft alabaster body. He laid on top of her with the head of his cock at the mouth of her sex and they began to kiss with passion and vigor. Stacy’s hands caressed the broad, chocolate expanse of his strong back. She kneaded his flesh and raked her freshly manicured nails down towards his sculpted round ass. He had a near perfect body, devoid of almost all body fat and with minimal body hair. Her finger nails left eight dark trails in their wake and then she moved her hands to his head and cupped his handsome face.
“Fuck me,” my wife gasped breathlessly, “but go slowly. I’ve never had one this big.” She laughed nervously and then he kissed her gently on the lips.
“Don’t worry Baby,” he replied with a crooked grin. “I know exactly what you need.”
“Oh I know you do, but I’m still scared. I don’t like pain,” she confessed. It was something I knew all too well. Stacy hated having her ass slapped too hard and often times she made me stop fucking her from behind because even my modest dick caused her pain when we fucked doggy style. Additionally I’d once had to throw away a dildo because it was “too big” for her and if I recalled correctly, it was about the same size as Shawn’s big black dick.
Shawn reached down between them with his right hand as he lifted his powerful torso off her creamy white body with his left. He rubbed the head of his big, fat cock up and down her juicy slit making her squirm and moan. He was still in no hurry and I could hear her wetness as he prepared to enter my wife’s theretofore faithful and monogamous pussy.
“Ooh,” Stacy gasped as he slid the first few inches inside of her. “That’s thick.” She pulled at his head and they kissed for a few moments as her body stretched to accommodate his girth. His body blocked my view of my wife’s face but my location afforded me a clear view of her labia wrapped tightly around his shaft and it was, without question the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you ready for more?” Shawn asked when they came up for air.
“Yeah, just a little,” my wife giggled. Her pale hands cupped his ass and she dug her nails into his firm cheeks as he eased several more inches into her warm, wet pussy.
“Oh fuck that’s snug,” Stacy groaned. Her voice was trembling with excitement and trepidation but her arms flexed as she pulled at his hips, coaxing him deeper until his big black balls pressed against her pretty, pink pussy.
“Isn’t that good?” Shawn asked confidently and Stacy nodded.
“It’s fucking perfect,” she replied contently. She pushed at his hips, coaxing him to draw back and then pulled at them again until he was balls deep.
Shawn mashed his mouth against hers and his hips jogged fluidly fore and aft. Her soft pants and low moans matched his rhythm and her hips began to move in opposition to his, meeting him in the middle with a firm slap each time. They kissed and thrust for several minutes and the sound of sensual sex filled the room. The familiar scent of my wife’s arousal wafted over me and assaulted my senses as I watched Shawn fuck my wife into delirium.
She wrapped her strong legs around his waist and locked her ankles together behind his round butt. Her hips bucked and her moans grew louder and more urgent.
“Don’t stop,” Stacy pleaded needily and I could tell she was close to cumming. In 30 years I had never given her an orgasm using just my cock. She always needed to rub her clit while I fucked her in order to climax and she had sometimes lamented the fact that she just wasn’t wired that way. That she needed clitoral stimulation to get her over the hump but not with him. Her body erupted almost violently and she cried out violently. Her nails dug hard into his back and a string of unintelligent swear words poured from her lips until she went slack.
“Holy *******,” Stacy gasped. “Holy fuck. Jesus Christ. I have never cum that hard.” Her chest heaved and they started to kiss anew as he leisurely pumped his hips into her making more squishy wet noises for several long minutes as I squeezed and teased my mediocre dick. I’d never felt more inadequate in my life and my stomach was churning with anxiety as my dick throbbed with desire.
“You like that black dick don’t you Baby?” he teased as he looked into her eyes and nodded.
“I love it,” Stacy cooed. “Love it.”
“I told you it wasn’t too big.”
“No, its absolutely perfect and now I want to be on top,” my wife said confidently. Her voice was low and raspy making her sound like an entirely different person and I watched Shawn roll off of her and onto his back.
Stacy straddled his trim waist and reach down, guiding him back to her sloppy, unsated cunt. She leaned back, swallowing him to the root and then rocked fore and aft making the bed squeak in time with her body. Her breathing deepened quickly and she started to pant like a marathon runner at a fast trot. Her eyes were locked onto his and her plump, dimpled 48 year old ass rippled as she rode him hard. Then she pulled her legs under her body, squatting over him with his cock still buried deep. She leaned forward with her hands on his broad, muscular chest and she started to bounce. She’d done that position with me countless times but never with such vigor. Her strong legs tensed and her thick, sexy body slammed against his hips. Her cries echoed off the walls and her eyes were affixed on his as she came, again without touching her hard clit. Seeing her writhe and cum was a humiliating but erotic slap in the face for me.
When her orgasm ceased Stacy slumped forward and kissed Shawn hard. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and cupped his face lovingly with her hands. I could tell that she was still ravenous and so could he.
He rolled Stacy off his body and onto her belly. His big black cock looked like a long honey glazed chocolate cruller covered with my wife’s copious juices and he straddled her legs, pinning them together. He pushed his cock between her legs and into her dripping hole, burying it deep as he stretched over her on outstretched arms, as if he was doing a plank with her beneath him.
“Jesus, that feels nice,” my wife gasped. It was a position I was ill-equipped to try but his extra two or three inches made it work, and work well.
Shawn pumped his hips hard and fast. His body slapped hard against her fat, round ass and Stacy moaned urgently. She clutched at the bed sheets and groaned like a wounded *******.
“That’s hitting the spot,” she grunted and in mere moments she climaxed again. Shawn didn’t stop or even let up and it looked like one climax segued into the next. Beads of sweat formed on his back and his body glistened from head to toe as he thrust with long steady strokes working my beautiful wife into a lather.
“I’m ready when you are,” Shawn smiled as he moved his body between her legs and lifted her butt into the air. He fisted his slippery shaft and rubbed it over her engorged labia making her squirm and groan as she knelt face down, ass up before him.
“I’m ready,” Stacy cooed. “I’m sooo ready.” She looked back over her shoulder at him with a twinkle in her eye and nodded. Her auburn hair was damp with sweat and her entire body was flushed pink.
“Cum for me Baby,” Stacy panted as he entered her from behind. She inhaled sharply as he sank deep and yelped when he touched bottom. “That’s deep.”
“Too deep?” He mocked knowingly and she shook her head.
“Never, not possible.”
Shawn crossed his arms over my wife’s ass, grabbing her left hip with his right hand and her right hip with his left. His hips moved fluidly like a tribal dance to unheard music and Stacy rocked in time with him. They were in perfect syncopation and their bodies moved as one. Their pace quickened and Shawn’s breathing deepened.
“Here it comes honey,” he said sincerely in a low baritone.
“Don’t pull out,” my wife hissed and I felt the oxygen leave my lungs. Stacy was not a young woman but she was not, as of yet, infertile. Additionally she had just met Shawn hours earlier, so I was shocked by her request, but at the same time it was ridiculously hot and I began to flog my dick like I was angry at it.
Shawn buried his cock deep and grunted like a wild bear several times in rapid succession. I watched his balls tighten and twitch as he erupted inside of my wife’s unprotected pussy and then I unleashed a torrent of hot jizz onto the floor in front of me. It was easily my most impressive cum shot in decades and it was wasted on a hotel floor.
He continued to grunt for several long seconds and then he began to thrust anew. The lewd sound of his spent, but still rock hard cock pistoning into Stacy’s soiled slit would be forever etched in my mind and he continued to fuck her until her body shook with a final exhausted climax.
I felt a wave of disgust and remorse as a post orgasm malaise washed over me but Stacy was blissfully unaware of my intense cuckold angst. She rolled onto her back and pulled Shawn into her arms. She kissed him and thanked him for “the best sex of [her] life.”
Hearing her say that was another massive blow to my badly damaged ego and my cheeks warmed from humiliation as I sat behind a puddle of my own failing.
“Are you ready for sloppy seconds or did you already finish?” Stacy asked with a chuckle as we made eye contact for the first time in over an hour. She could see my impish yet embarrassed smile and she nodded. “Later then.”
They continued to cuddle and I slunk away to the bathroom with my pants unfastened and my shriveled dick exposed. They were whispering when I returned and I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was after 3am and my eyes were heavy. I sat down on the sofa as Stacy and Shawn cuddled under the covers on the bed. I was still a little ******* but no longer stoned. I was feeling extremely insecure and wrestling with what had just happened. I could have joined them but I hadn’t and I was unsure why. Watching had been thrilling. Seeing Stacy in the throes of ******* with another man had exceeded anything I’d seen or done before and even the humiliation of their words and her intense orgasms had oddly added to my enjoyment in a perverse way. I leaned over on the small sofa and rested my head on the armrest. Then I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke several hours later with the bedspread draped over me. Stacy and Shawn were asleep on the bed with the covers exposing their upper halves. He was spooned up behind her with his strong, muscular arm across her waist and their fingers laced together. It was a tender, picturesque scene if it wasn’t my wife in the arms of another man but I couldn’t fault her. I could have stopped it or I could have joined them but I hadn’t. I had watched them and I had enjoyed it. I had liked being a voyeur and watching another man fuck, no, make love to my wife. What did that say about me. Was I a cuckold? Obviously, but was I a willing and even enthusiastic cuckold? That answer too was yes, and I knew it would probably not be the last time it would happen, and that was fine with me.
I finished backing our 26 foot camper trailer into the site and then used blocks to level it side to side. I unhooked it from my Ford F150, leveled it front to back and then started to set up camp while my beautiful wife organized inside the trailer. We had our routine and it worked well for us. Once I had the electric and water hooked up Stacy put out the slides, made the bed and put away any food or supplies we’d brought from home. While she was doing that I hooked up the black and grey water tanks and put our outdoor rug, camp chairs and our Blackstone griddle where they belonged around the fire pit. We usually traveled with our two dogs Ollie and Sadie but knowing we’d be gone sightseeing all day and drinking all night we had left them both with our ******* back home in Kentucky.
Once we were set up both inside and out Stacy and I changed into some nicer clothes and freshened up before she summoned an Uber to take us to Downtown Nashville. My wife was the planner and she had our first night mapped out. We had a nice steak dinner at a good local steakhouse before we hit the bars to listen to some live music and *******.
We were at the second bar of our impromptu pub crawl when I saw him standing with a small group of similarly dressed men. It was large relatively crowded venue with an abundance of tongue and groove yellow pine on the walls and high top tables surrounding a horseshoe shaped bar on the right. A four piece country band was playing on a decent sized stage at the back of the room with a spacious dance floor in front of it. Several more high top tables flanked the dance floor on both sides and he was on the right near the stage with a hallway to the restrooms behind him.
He was a tall, powerfully built black man in faded jeans, a tight black tee shirt, cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat. He was standing beside a table with a group of guys drinking a draft beer and listening to a pretty good country band. I saw him give my wife the once over and I grinned.
Stacy was a good looking woman with a curvaceous body and warm bedroom eyes. She was a conservative and reserved woman by nature but she had recently lost a good amount of weight and she was dressed sexier than usual in a short and low cut dress that hugged her feminine curves, a pair of cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, both of which she had picked up when we had visited friends in Texas the previous year. I was dressed more casually in my favorite Grunt Style tee shirt, dark blue jeans, a trucker hat and a pair of gray Hey Dudes shoes.
The black cowboy’s eyes met mine and he nodded at me. Then he smiled and brazenly checked out my wife again. His confidence and devil may care attitude made me shiver for a moment though I wasn’t sure why. Stacy and I were a pretty traditional couple. We certainly weren’t swingers but we weren’t exactly vanilla either. We had some kinks and fetishes. We dabbled in bondage and dominance. We occasionally watched porn together but we were monogamous and while we had, on occasion, used toys to role-play and simulate a threesome she was pretty resolute that she could never do anything like that in real life. Stacy had been raised in a catholic home. She’d gone to an all girls catholic high school and she took her wedding vows seriously but she was far from a prude or a complete square.
“That guy over there was checking you out,” I teased as we waited for our beers at the bar.
“Which one,” Stacy giggled playfully. She flipped her long auburn hair behind her left ear and her pretty golden brown eyes followed my sight line to the black cowboy.
“He was,” I said with a subtle flutter in my voice. Her self confidence had returned after her recent weight loss and there was something in the tone of her voice that excited me, though I couldn’t pinpoint it.
“Ooh, he’s cute. He reminds me of a more muscular Darius Rucker,” my wife said as she looked him up and down while I watched. I was not usually a jealous person largely because she hadn’t give me a reason to be. She had been a bit of a flirt when we were young but we’d been married for 25 years that month and together for almost 30. We had met during high school and we’d started dating halfway through our senior year. We’d remained faithful throughout college and married soon after graduation. When we were college she would occasionally flirt with guys to try to get a rise out of me but it never worked and once we were married that had ended. She was a loving and faithful wife and while our marriage was far from perfect I loved her and she loved me.
The black cowboy looked over at Stacy and they both smiled. It was rather surreal. I could immediately see the mutual attraction between them. Stacy bit lightly on her bottom lip as he unabashedly undressed her with his dark glimmering eyes. It only lasted a few moments before she realized what she was doing and looked away almost demurely.
“That was interesting,” I joked as I reached out and touched Stacy’s arm. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed more than a little flustered. It was a side of my wife that I had never seen before and it was rather exciting to witness.
“Sorry,” Stacy replied meekly. She still seemed a bit out of sorts and I was feeling uncharacteristically insecure. I reached for her hand and looked at her with love in my eyes as I gave it a squeeze.
“I love you,” I said softly as I held her gaze. We’d had our ups and down but unlike most of our friends we had stood the test of time. We’d raised two children through adulthood and we were just beginning the empty nest phase of our life. We’d been in a bit of a rut sexually of late but my love for her and our friendship was unwavering.
“I love you too Baby. Sorry about that. That was a little weird and very rude.”
“It was kinda weird but it was kind of hot,” I mused. “I have never seen you like that.”
Stacy smiled and we made our way to an empty high top table closer to the stage and sat down to enjoy the music. I deliberately sat with my back mostly towards the black cowboy which ****** Stacy to look towards him if she looked at the stage and for the next hour we sat there drinking and listening to the music but I was also watching Stacy. I could tell when she was looking at him by the way she grinned and I was getting a perverse thrill knowing that they were still making eye contact and flirting from opposite ends of the stage. I’d had a few fantasies over the years that involved sharing my wife with another man or woman but I’d had no delusions that she’d ever do anything like that because of her upbringing. She hadn’t been to church in years except on Christmas and Easter but she was still a spiritual person.
After an hour I told Stacy that I was going to the bathroom and to get us another round of drinks since it was clear the wait staff was overwhelmed. I had to walk past the black cowboy’s table but he wasn’t there and I figured he had moved on. I returned to my table several minutes later with two beers and an empty bladder but Stacy was no longer alone. The black cowboy was standing beside her chatting her up as if she was a single woman in town to pick up a man. He seemed unfazed as I approached and I was surprised to see two empty shot glasses on the table in front of them.
“Oh, hey Baby,” Stacy said with a warm smile as her eyes met mine. “This is Shawn from Texas. He’s in town for a show. He brought me a shot of Tequila.” It seemed like an overstep but I wasn’t upset. I was however curious to see what he would do with me at the table.
I reached out and shook his hand as I introduced myself. I’m a big guy. I stand 6’3” tall and weigh 220lbs but he made me feel small. He was at least 6’5” and likely weighed more than 250lbs of what looked like pure muscle. His hand was enormous and dwarfed mine and he spoke in a deep baritone that sounded commanding and authoritative.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said confidently with a firm handshake. He looked at the logo on the arm of my shirt and nodded. “Did you serve?”
“For 23 years. US Navy retired. How about you?”
“I did four years in the Marine Corp out of Camp Pendleton,” Shawn said proudly and I invited him to join us.
Shawn sat down and the three of us started talk. I could tell Stacy was a little buzzed after consuming a few glasses of wine at dinner followed by several beers and a shot at the two bars we’d been to. She was being much more outgoing and flirtatious than usual, both with me and with our new friend Shawn. She laughed heartily at his jokes and her gaze repeatedly lingered on him for a few extra moments, sending an unspoken message that she was into him. It was rather surreal to watch but for some reason I was okay with it. I was enjoying sharing war stories with a fellow serviceman and oddly enough I was having fun watching Stacy interact with him as well.
It was after midnight and the band had just ended their last set. The beers and shots had flowed steadily and Shawn and I had shared most of our war stories. He had done two tours in Iraq in the early 2000s and I’d done two in Iraq and two in Afghanistan during my 23 years with the SeaBees. Stacy’s flirting with both he and I had increased beyond the innocent. During her more animated moments she would touch our hands and there were several times that she and Shawn shared knowing, lingering looks. I had this weird feeling something monumental was going to happen.
“Let’s find another bar,” my wife giggled. I could see by the look in her eyes that Stacy was a bit ******* and I knew from experience that could go one of two ways. She would either hit a wall and want sleep or she would get loud and want to party all night and I had a hunch it was the latter.
My suspicions were confirmed moments later when Stacy slid down from her seat and grabbed both Shawn’s and my hand. We’d already settled our tab and she led us out onto the street.
“There’s another place down here,” my wife said excitedly as she led the way to the next bar, holding both our hands in the process. We arrived at the next bar and went inside. Stacy made a bee line for the bar and ordered each of us a ******* before we realized that the band there had also finished for the night.
“Fuck,” my wife said in exasperation when she realized the band was packing up. “Now where? I don’t want to go back to the camper yet.” She pushed her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout like a spoiled baby.
She looked at me and I shrugged. Then she looked at Shawn and they both smiled. I felt like I was a little out of the loop and Stacy nodded. “Where did you say you were staying?”
I couldn’t recall that coming up when we were talking but I had left them alone a few times to go to the bathroom and I had no idea what they’d talked about then.
“Right up the street.” Shawn replied with a devilish grin as he gestured to his left.
“Is there a bar there?” She grinned mischievously at him as she squeezed my hand. I wasn’t sure where she was headed but my pulse did quicken a bit.
“There is and I have some weed back in my room too,” Shawn said as he looked directly at my wife. Stacy and her friends occasionally smoked and I knew she would like that idea.
“Ooh, let’s do that,” she giggled. Pot wasn’t really my thing and it had been years since we had smoked pot together but one thing I remembered was that weed always put Stacy in the mood.
We quickly finished our drinks and Shawn led us outside and down the sidewalk towards his hotel. Stacy was sandwiched between us holding each of our hands like we were some kind of thruple. She had a happy bounce in her step and her excitement was infectious.
We arrived at his hotel and bypassed the bar, heading straight through the spacious lobby to the elevators near the back, past the check in counter. My wife seemed especially energized as the doors closed and we rose up to his room on the 5th floor. I couldn’t believe what was happening and while I was undeniably anxious I was also eager to see what would happen once we were alone. I could feel the sexual energy in the air and I had a rather insistent tingling in my groin from the theretofore unfathomable idea that we might have a threesome.
I stepped in first and surveyed his room. It was a typical upper scale 3 or 4 star hotel room. There was a bathroom immediately to the left followed by smallish closet with his suitcase on the floor. On the right wall was a dark wood dresser with a flat panel TV atop of it and past that was a matching desk and a chair. The back wall was all windows overlooking the city and in the back and to the left was a small burgundy sofa with an oval coffee table in front of it. A king sized bed was a few feet away from the sofa, facing the TV, with the bedspread turned down and a handwritten message from management on the puffy white pillows.
Shawn grabbed a vape pen from his suitcase inside the closet as soon as we entered the room and minutes later the three of us were getting stoned.
Stacy and Shawn were sitting together on the sofa with their cowboy hats side by side on the coffee table and I was sitting across from them in the terribly uncomfortable office chair. It had been a long time since I’d smoked pot and it only took a few hits to give me one hell of a buzz. Stacy took two hits as well and then cozied up to Shawn while I tried to get a handle on what was happening. Her hand was resting on his leg tracing small circles on his thigh. It was surreal. I felt like I was having an out of body experience as I watched Shawn and Stacy start to kiss and my dick was instantly hard.
My head was spinning and I couldn’t believe what was happening. She brazenly climbed onto his lap and they kissed, deep and wet. Her soft moans and the squishy sounds of their lips and tongues filled my head and my heart began to race. Shawn’s hand moved swiftly and confidently up my wife’s silky thigh and my jaw dropped when she spread her legs wide for him, granting him access to her womanly treasures. I hadn’t expected it to happen so fast but it was clear their flirting at the bar had them worked into a frenzy. He pushed her dress up and gently rubbed her pussy through her panties making her moan deep and low, like a wanton whore. The sound of their actions rattled around in my head and I began to run my fingers over my turgid, jean covered rod. Watching him fondle my wife was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen and I soon had to stop touching myself or I would have cum in my pants. It was so completely out of character for my theretofore reserved wife and I was reminded of a time a few years prior. She had just returned from her annual girls trip and told me and several of our friends at a party that she wanted to have a midlife crisis and cut loose. That had been two or three years prior but I realized that the time had come for her to do it and I was glad to be there when she did.
They continued to kiss for what felt like an eternity because I was extremely stoned but was likely just a few excruciatingly hot minutes. Then they stood up and Shawn lifted my wife’s dress over her head, leaving her in just a sexy red thong, a matching Victoria Secret bra and her authentic Texas cowboy boots.
“You’re gonna have to help me out of these,” Stacy laughed as she flopped back on the bed and held up her boots. “I don’t wear them often and I cannot get them off by myself. So unless you want to fuck me with my boots on.” Stacy laughed at her own joke while I watched dumbfounded as Shawn moved into position to help my wife take off her boots.
In my impaired state I could barely grasp what was happening and my head was spinning knowing that my wife had just told a man we’d met a few hours earlier that he could fuck her. Mine was, to the best of my knowledge, the only cock that had been inside her in 30 years and the thought that she might fuck another man in front of me was blowing my mind. I had an inkling that I should join in but I was too stoned to move. That confused me because I hadn’t smoked any more than Stacy had but it had been years and I evidently had no tolerance for weed mixed with a lot of alcohol.
With her boots and socks off Stacy sat on the edge of the bed facing me with Shawn in front of her. She looked up at him and smiled wickedly as she undid his belt and unfastened his jeans. She slid them down his thick, powerful legs and her eyes widened. She breathed deep and stared at his crotch.
“Oh my God,” my wife gasped and my jaw went slack. I could see the outline of his tumescent cock in his pale blue boxer briefs and from my vantage point just seven or eight feet away it looked huge.
“You like?” Shawn teased with a knowing smile. He grabbed his shaft over his underwear and nodded at my pretty wife.
“I’m a little scared to be honest Baby,” my wife confessed. She batted her long eyelashes at him and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, apparently eager to see his unclothed manhood.
“So its bigger than his?” Shawn laughed and shrugged arrogantly and my shoulders tensed. I knew I had a decidedly average sized dick but I’d never felt insecure about it until then.
“Oh my God yes. It’s not even close. You are really big,” Stacy giggled as his thick, dark brown cock sprung free. “How big are you?” She bit lightly on her bottom lip and gazed wantonly up at him as her golden brown eyes glimmered with desire.
“About eight or so inches. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”
Stacy grabbed his meaty shaft and stroked it slowly. He was still only semi erect and already much longer and thicker than me at my best. His huge cock curved downward under its own weight as it continued to grown. I felt woefully inadequate and terribly insecure at that moment. My cheeks were burning from the humiliation of their words but oddly my dick was still rock hard and I fumbled with my zipper with my eyes affixed to the union of my wife’s small, pale hand and his big black cock. The contrasting hues between them added to the eroticism. I’d never given interracial sex much thought and it certainly wasn’t one of my hot buttons but I couldn’t deny they looked good together.
Stacy pointed the bulbous circumcised head of Shawn’s black dick as her full, pink lips. She smiled up at him and then tentatively licked the very tip, sampling a drop of clear precum. A soft moan escaped her lips and my mind started to reel. I couldn’t recall her ever liking the taste of my dick, or if she had she certainly hadn’t verbalized it.
“Mmm, you taste good,” my wife purred in a low, sexy voice. Then she slowly and deliberately licked the underside of his cock from his big, cum laden balls to his spongy head. Her eyes closed and a euphoric expression danced on her face. She grabbed his shaft with both hands, something I was painfully aware would be unnecessary with my dick, and guided it into her open mouth.
It was like a gut punch watching my wife of 25 years suck another man’s cock. I felt like the room was spinning and I had a deep, foreboding pit in my stomach but at the same time my dick was throbbing and twitching as if it had a mind of its own.
Her head bobbed slowly but because of his girth she could only fit the first three or so inches into her mouth. Her lips were stretched thin around his fat cock and she began to moan in steady rhythm with the motion of her hands and mouth. She continued like that for several long minutes with intermittent breaks where she would lick his hairy balls, drag her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft and then lick around the tip of his huge cock as she gazed into his eyes. It was as if she was worshipping at the alter of his big black dick and that though too was like a Mike Tyson punch to my solar plexus. It took my breath away and left me nauseous but my throbbing dick was juxtaposed to my sick feeling inside and I had to stroke it.
A string of viscous saliva stretched lewdly from Stacy’s bottom lip to the tip of Shawn’s cock as she gazed up at him with molten desire in her eyes. “I need you inside me,” she sighed. Her tremulous voice betrayed the depths of her desire and I nearly came, without physical provocation, when her words hit my ears. It was happening and I was in a near catatonic state with my dick throbbing incessantly and my pants around my ankles. It pointed skyward and glistened with a copious slathering of precum that spoke volumes on my mental state as I rubbed the tip with my thumb.
Shawn hooked his fingers into the sides of Stacy’s thong and she gleefully lifted her plump round ass off the bed, letting him slip them down her shapely legs and exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Stacy had, for years, had the entirety of her pubic hair waxed but in the last 6 months she had allowed a sexy triangle of well groomed fur to return. I loved the way it looked and Shawn seemed to appreciate it as well. He ran his fingers through the tufts of short curly hair and then looked into my wife’s eyes as he curled his long, thick, brown fingers over her pubis and into her drooling pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Stacy groaned wantonly as she laid back with her legs spread wide. She pushed her bra down under her heavy breasts and clutched at them as Shawn moved his hand up and down, simultaneously rubbing her clit with his palm and her g-spot with the pad of his middle finger. Her breathing quickly began to labor and several high pitched yelps escaped her lips. I’d never heard her make that sound and I was awakened to how different her reactions were to Shawn than they had always been with me. Her legs started to tremble. Then they started to shake. Her back arched and she looked up at him with wide, unblinking eyes as she climaxed with another man for the first time in more than two decades.
Shawn rubbed her pussy slowly as she rode out the intense waves of euphoria. She was so wet that it sounded like his fingers were splashing in a puddle of water and when her orgasm ended he coaxed her further up the bed and settled between her pale, splayed thighs with his mouth at her ravenous sex.
“Please,” my wife begged softly but Shawn shook his head.
“Not yet,” he grinned, denying her what she ached for. He lowered his thick, juicy lips to her engorged vulva. Her eyes rolled back at first contact and stayed there as he began to suck gently on her puffy pink inner lips, drawing more ******* to the region.
Stacy’s hands moved instinctively to his head and her breathing became smooth and steady. “Oh that’s nice,” she cooed, “I like that.”
Her pretty brown eyes darted to me as Shawn continued to sensuously manipulate her pussy with his plump lips and tongue. It was the first acknowledgment of my existence since they’d started kissing more than 30 minutes earlier and she grinned.
“Jeremy, take note,” she said contently. “Start slowly and avoid the clit right after I cum.”
I’d always been proud of my oral skills and her words cut deep. I felt tightness in my chest and my cheeks were on fire.
Her hands caressed Shawn’s scalp and her breathing deepened as he slid his digits into her frothy hole. He continued to lick and suck on her labia while his fingers toyed inside her making her eyes flutter wildly.
Stacy was breathing deep and heavy when Shawn finally started to lick her hard clit. He seemed relaxed and focused on her pleasure rather than hurried and selfish as I sometimes was. I’d often blamed it on my inability to modify my mindset once we were living alone in our house and I was taking note of what he was doing to use later when it was my turn to please her.
“That feels so good,” Stacy purred. “It’s perfect. Just like that. A little faster. Yes, fuck, yessss.” Her back arched anew, lifting her ass off the bed and she cried out loudly as she came for the second time with him.
Shawn pulled his fingers from her sloppy hole and tenderly kissed her inner thighs as she recovered from the ferocity of her orgasm. Then he slowly kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly at her big, luscious breasts, where he feasted on her rock hard nipples before continuing his journey up my wife’s soft alabaster body. He laid on top of her with the head of his cock at the mouth of her sex and they began to kiss with passion and vigor. Stacy’s hands caressed the broad, chocolate expanse of his strong back. She kneaded his flesh and raked her freshly manicured nails down towards his sculpted round ass. He had a near perfect body, devoid of almost all body fat and with minimal body hair. Her finger nails left eight dark trails in their wake and then she moved her hands to his head and cupped his handsome face.
“Fuck me,” my wife gasped breathlessly, “but go slowly. I’ve never had one this big.” She laughed nervously and then he kissed her gently on the lips.
“Don’t worry Baby,” he replied with a crooked grin. “I know exactly what you need.”
“Oh I know you do, but I’m still scared. I don’t like pain,” she confessed. It was something I knew all too well. Stacy hated having her ass slapped too hard and often times she made me stop fucking her from behind because even my modest dick caused her pain when we fucked doggy style. Additionally I’d once had to throw away a dildo because it was “too big” for her and if I recalled correctly, it was about the same size as Shawn’s big black dick.
Shawn reached down between them with his right hand as he lifted his powerful torso off her creamy white body with his left. He rubbed the head of his big, fat cock up and down her juicy slit making her squirm and moan. He was still in no hurry and I could hear her wetness as he prepared to enter my wife’s theretofore faithful and monogamous pussy.
“Ooh,” Stacy gasped as he slid the first few inches inside of her. “That’s thick.” She pulled at his head and they kissed for a few moments as her body stretched to accommodate his girth. His body blocked my view of my wife’s face but my location afforded me a clear view of her labia wrapped tightly around his shaft and it was, without question the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you ready for more?” Shawn asked when they came up for air.
“Yeah, just a little,” my wife giggled. Her pale hands cupped his ass and she dug her nails into his firm cheeks as he eased several more inches into her warm, wet pussy.
“Oh fuck that’s snug,” Stacy groaned. Her voice was trembling with excitement and trepidation but her arms flexed as she pulled at his hips, coaxing him deeper until his big black balls pressed against her pretty, pink pussy.
“Isn’t that good?” Shawn asked confidently and Stacy nodded.
“It’s fucking perfect,” she replied contently. She pushed at his hips, coaxing him to draw back and then pulled at them again until he was balls deep.
Shawn mashed his mouth against hers and his hips jogged fluidly fore and aft. Her soft pants and low moans matched his rhythm and her hips began to move in opposition to his, meeting him in the middle with a firm slap each time. They kissed and thrust for several minutes and the sound of sensual sex filled the room. The familiar scent of my wife’s arousal wafted over me and assaulted my senses as I watched Shawn fuck my wife into delirium.
She wrapped her strong legs around his waist and locked her ankles together behind his round butt. Her hips bucked and her moans grew louder and more urgent.
“Don’t stop,” Stacy pleaded needily and I could tell she was close to cumming. In 30 years I had never given her an orgasm using just my cock. She always needed to rub her clit while I fucked her in order to climax and she had sometimes lamented the fact that she just wasn’t wired that way. That she needed clitoral stimulation to get her over the hump but not with him. Her body erupted almost violently and she cried out violently. Her nails dug hard into his back and a string of unintelligent swear words poured from her lips until she went slack.
“Holy *******,” Stacy gasped. “Holy fuck. Jesus Christ. I have never cum that hard.” Her chest heaved and they started to kiss anew as he leisurely pumped his hips into her making more squishy wet noises for several long minutes as I squeezed and teased my mediocre dick. I’d never felt more inadequate in my life and my stomach was churning with anxiety as my dick throbbed with desire.
“You like that black dick don’t you Baby?” he teased as he looked into her eyes and nodded.
“I love it,” Stacy cooed. “Love it.”
“I told you it wasn’t too big.”
“No, its absolutely perfect and now I want to be on top,” my wife said confidently. Her voice was low and raspy making her sound like an entirely different person and I watched Shawn roll off of her and onto his back.
Stacy straddled his trim waist and reach down, guiding him back to her sloppy, unsated cunt. She leaned back, swallowing him to the root and then rocked fore and aft making the bed squeak in time with her body. Her breathing deepened quickly and she started to pant like a marathon runner at a fast trot. Her eyes were locked onto his and her plump, dimpled 48 year old ass rippled as she rode him hard. Then she pulled her legs under her body, squatting over him with his cock still buried deep. She leaned forward with her hands on his broad, muscular chest and she started to bounce. She’d done that position with me countless times but never with such vigor. Her strong legs tensed and her thick, sexy body slammed against his hips. Her cries echoed off the walls and her eyes were affixed on his as she came, again without touching her hard clit. Seeing her writhe and cum was a humiliating but erotic slap in the face for me.
When her orgasm ceased Stacy slumped forward and kissed Shawn hard. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and cupped his face lovingly with her hands. I could tell that she was still ravenous and so could he.
He rolled Stacy off his body and onto her belly. His big black cock looked like a long honey glazed chocolate cruller covered with my wife’s copious juices and he straddled her legs, pinning them together. He pushed his cock between her legs and into her dripping hole, burying it deep as he stretched over her on outstretched arms, as if he was doing a plank with her beneath him.
“Jesus, that feels nice,” my wife gasped. It was a position I was ill-equipped to try but his extra two or three inches made it work, and work well.
Shawn pumped his hips hard and fast. His body slapped hard against her fat, round ass and Stacy moaned urgently. She clutched at the bed sheets and groaned like a wounded *******.
“That’s hitting the spot,” she grunted and in mere moments she climaxed again. Shawn didn’t stop or even let up and it looked like one climax segued into the next. Beads of sweat formed on his back and his body glistened from head to toe as he thrust with long steady strokes working my beautiful wife into a lather.
“I’m ready when you are,” Shawn smiled as he moved his body between her legs and lifted her butt into the air. He fisted his slippery shaft and rubbed it over her engorged labia making her squirm and groan as she knelt face down, ass up before him.
“I’m ready,” Stacy cooed. “I’m sooo ready.” She looked back over her shoulder at him with a twinkle in her eye and nodded. Her auburn hair was damp with sweat and her entire body was flushed pink.
“Cum for me Baby,” Stacy panted as he entered her from behind. She inhaled sharply as he sank deep and yelped when he touched bottom. “That’s deep.”
“Too deep?” He mocked knowingly and she shook her head.
“Never, not possible.”
Shawn crossed his arms over my wife’s ass, grabbing her left hip with his right hand and her right hip with his left. His hips moved fluidly like a tribal dance to unheard music and Stacy rocked in time with him. They were in perfect syncopation and their bodies moved as one. Their pace quickened and Shawn’s breathing deepened.
“Here it comes honey,” he said sincerely in a low baritone.
“Don’t pull out,” my wife hissed and I felt the oxygen leave my lungs. Stacy was not a young woman but she was not, as of yet, infertile. Additionally she had just met Shawn hours earlier, so I was shocked by her request, but at the same time it was ridiculously hot and I began to flog my dick like I was angry at it.
Shawn buried his cock deep and grunted like a wild bear several times in rapid succession. I watched his balls tighten and twitch as he erupted inside of my wife’s unprotected pussy and then I unleashed a torrent of hot jizz onto the floor in front of me. It was easily my most impressive cum shot in decades and it was wasted on a hotel floor.
He continued to grunt for several long seconds and then he began to thrust anew. The lewd sound of his spent, but still rock hard cock pistoning into Stacy’s soiled slit would be forever etched in my mind and he continued to fuck her until her body shook with a final exhausted climax.
I felt a wave of disgust and remorse as a post orgasm malaise washed over me but Stacy was blissfully unaware of my intense cuckold angst. She rolled onto her back and pulled Shawn into her arms. She kissed him and thanked him for “the best sex of [her] life.”
Hearing her say that was another massive blow to my badly damaged ego and my cheeks warmed from humiliation as I sat behind a puddle of my own failing.
“Are you ready for sloppy seconds or did you already finish?” Stacy asked with a chuckle as we made eye contact for the first time in over an hour. She could see my impish yet embarrassed smile and she nodded. “Later then.”
They continued to cuddle and I slunk away to the bathroom with my pants unfastened and my shriveled dick exposed. They were whispering when I returned and I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was after 3am and my eyes were heavy. I sat down on the sofa as Stacy and Shawn cuddled under the covers on the bed. I was still a little ******* but no longer stoned. I was feeling extremely insecure and wrestling with what had just happened. I could have joined them but I hadn’t and I was unsure why. Watching had been thrilling. Seeing Stacy in the throes of ******* with another man had exceeded anything I’d seen or done before and even the humiliation of their words and her intense orgasms had oddly added to my enjoyment in a perverse way. I leaned over on the small sofa and rested my head on the armrest. Then I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke several hours later with the bedspread draped over me. Stacy and Shawn were asleep on the bed with the covers exposing their upper halves. He was spooned up behind her with his strong, muscular arm across her waist and their fingers laced together. It was a tender, picturesque scene if it wasn’t my wife in the arms of another man but I couldn’t fault her. I could have stopped it or I could have joined them but I hadn’t. I had watched them and I had enjoyed it. I had liked being a voyeur and watching another man fuck, no, make love to my wife. What did that say about me. Was I a cuckold? Obviously, but was I a willing and even enthusiastic cuckold? That answer too was yes, and I knew it would probably not be the last time it would happen, and that was fine with me.
