WIVE'S EROTIC CONFESSIONS
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Without going into all the boring lead up, I found myself, a fifty year old married woman about to have sex with a man half my age. This happened during a vacation last year in Europe. My husband hadn't accompanied me on this trip and I happened to meet this very exciting and very young black guy in France. Things moved quickly to say the least.
I like to be dominant during sex, but I was in for a surprise. he undressed me gently and lay me down on the bed. I pulled him closer and tried to turn him around so that I could be on top. “Oh no,” he whispered in my ear as he restrained me with a gentleness I have never experienced. “Do whatever you want to me,” I said. And I meant it.
The next three hours are indelibly imprinted in my memory. He twisted and turned me into sexual positions I’d only ever fantasized about: he used his fingers, mouth and incredible penis simultaneously to satisfy every inch of my body. I remember thinking: Is this really happening to me?
For the first time in my life I had no sexual inhibitions, no concerns about my body – all I knew was that I wanted to use all of me to satisfy him, even if just for one night. The more he explored my body, the more I wanted him. His stamina was insatiable and I climaxed again and again. At one point he turned me on my back, stood on the bed over me and pulled my legs up over his shoulders. I was standing on my head and he made me come for the third time… Afterwards, lying in each other’s arms, I cried. I had no words to explain why – the tears just came.
I am now back home with my husband and our mundane sex life. He could have no possible idea what I had experienced with my young lover and that is all I can think of now. If he only knew. I can only imagine his reaction to knowing his loving wife had been fucked so thoroughly and so well.
I like to be dominant during sex, but I was in for a surprise. he undressed me gently and lay me down on the bed. I pulled him closer and tried to turn him around so that I could be on top. “Oh no,” he whispered in my ear as he restrained me with a gentleness I have never experienced. “Do whatever you want to me,” I said. And I meant it.
The next three hours are indelibly imprinted in my memory. He twisted and turned me into sexual positions I’d only ever fantasized about: he used his fingers, mouth and incredible penis simultaneously to satisfy every inch of my body. I remember thinking: Is this really happening to me?
For the first time in my life I had no sexual inhibitions, no concerns about my body – all I knew was that I wanted to use all of me to satisfy him, even if just for one night. The more he explored my body, the more I wanted him. His stamina was insatiable and I climaxed again and again. At one point he turned me on my back, stood on the bed over me and pulled my legs up over his shoulders. I was standing on my head and he made me come for the third time… Afterwards, lying in each other’s arms, I cried. I had no words to explain why – the tears just came.
I am now back home with my husband and our mundane sex life. He could have no possible idea what I had experienced with my young lover and that is all I can think of now. If he only knew. I can only imagine his reaction to knowing his loving wife had been fucked so thoroughly and so well.
As we got older, into our forties, my husband brought up the subject of maybe inviting another man into my bed…I was shocked to say the least…I thought we had great sex up until that point and saw no reason for him bringing this subject up…then I thought that maybe he wanted sex outside of our home with another woman and accused him of such, but he assured me that this was not the case.
He admitted that having sex with me was and still is great, but that he thought that it would add to a thrill our sex life.
Still perplexed at his suggestion, he finally broke down and told me of his desires…it seems that he had grown a fetish of wanting to watch me have sex with another man…in our marriage bed no less.
But…it got even darker…it turned out that his desire to see me fucked by someone else was even stranger…he told me that he wanted to see a black guy take me…for me to surrender my pussy to a black stranger whole-heartedly and with no hesitation! I was shocked!
Now, inwardly, I was intrigued…but I continued to question his reasoning…and his loyalty to me. Why now? And why would he wish me to give up something we had lovingly shared throughout our marriage?
His reasoning was simple…to him, at least. He countered with the reason he was wanting to do this was because I had been a “Good Girl” all our married life and that I deserved to be pampered…if you consider bringing a strange cock to my bed pampered…which I didn’t…at the time!
He carried on about it for awhile…I don’t truly remember all he said as he tried to reason with me…quite frankly, my mind was in a fog and I was torn between the excitement of fucking another man and confused that he would even bring it up!
We ended that conversation with me being a Hard No…but he just wouldn’t give up…over the next few weeks, he would randomly bring the subject back up, hoping to soften my resolve…I must admit, that during that period, I did start thinking along those lines myself and brought up several arguments against the idea, while also thinking to myself that maybe I did deserve this…that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…especially since he was so amenable to it.
Nothing has happened and I'm not sure it ever will, but I have to admit the thought of being with another man, especially a big, black man, excites me. I think I could be persuaded, but I can't imagine having my husband sit by and watch as I got fucked. Maybe he'll just have to hear about it later!
He admitted that having sex with me was and still is great, but that he thought that it would add to a thrill our sex life.
Still perplexed at his suggestion, he finally broke down and told me of his desires…it seems that he had grown a fetish of wanting to watch me have sex with another man…in our marriage bed no less.
But…it got even darker…it turned out that his desire to see me fucked by someone else was even stranger…he told me that he wanted to see a black guy take me…for me to surrender my pussy to a black stranger whole-heartedly and with no hesitation! I was shocked!
Now, inwardly, I was intrigued…but I continued to question his reasoning…and his loyalty to me. Why now? And why would he wish me to give up something we had lovingly shared throughout our marriage?
His reasoning was simple…to him, at least. He countered with the reason he was wanting to do this was because I had been a “Good Girl” all our married life and that I deserved to be pampered…if you consider bringing a strange cock to my bed pampered…which I didn’t…at the time!
He carried on about it for awhile…I don’t truly remember all he said as he tried to reason with me…quite frankly, my mind was in a fog and I was torn between the excitement of fucking another man and confused that he would even bring it up!
We ended that conversation with me being a Hard No…but he just wouldn’t give up…over the next few weeks, he would randomly bring the subject back up, hoping to soften my resolve…I must admit, that during that period, I did start thinking along those lines myself and brought up several arguments against the idea, while also thinking to myself that maybe I did deserve this…that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…especially since he was so amenable to it.
Nothing has happened and I'm not sure it ever will, but I have to admit the thought of being with another man, especially a big, black man, excites me. I think I could be persuaded, but I can't imagine having my husband sit by and watch as I got fucked. Maybe he'll just have to hear about it later!
Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would fantasise about an extramarital affair with my husband’s best friend or that I could even be attracted to any other man other than my husband.
I love my husband. He is loving, caring, handsome, and all things sweet. It wasn’t even as if Kevin had the “bad-boy charm” that my attraction stemmed from it. He was handsome for sure and he was a black guy which I found a little exotic.
I couldn’t figure out why I felt the way I did. Maybe it was that my husband was not around, perhaps it was normal, natural even because I was just sex-deprived.
I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t also want to know.
So, I continued with this new fantasy while I pleasured myself in bed every night. Once I was done, happy and satisfied, I would go back to fantasizing about sex with Kevin and what it would be like.
One night when my husband was, as usual, out of town on business, I called Kevin and asked him to come over. When he arrived, I told him that I would understand if he said no and turned and left, but that I wanted him to make love to me, then and there. He did and that's how our affair began.
I love my husband. He is loving, caring, handsome, and all things sweet. It wasn’t even as if Kevin had the “bad-boy charm” that my attraction stemmed from it. He was handsome for sure and he was a black guy which I found a little exotic.
I couldn’t figure out why I felt the way I did. Maybe it was that my husband was not around, perhaps it was normal, natural even because I was just sex-deprived.
I didn’t know, and honestly, I didn’t also want to know.
So, I continued with this new fantasy while I pleasured myself in bed every night. Once I was done, happy and satisfied, I would go back to fantasizing about sex with Kevin and what it would be like.
One night when my husband was, as usual, out of town on business, I called Kevin and asked him to come over. When he arrived, I told him that I would understand if he said no and turned and left, but that I wanted him to make love to me, then and there. He did and that's how our affair began.
My husband and I were on vacation. We went out to ******* and dance. I dressed sexier than usual to please him. At one point, my husband wanted to sit out a couple of songs, and another guy at the bar asked me to dance with him if my husband was okay with it. I danced for that guy as much as with him because he was a hot, black guy and he turned me on. We danced a slow song, and he held me close and was getting really hot.
When I got back, I had a ******* with my husband, and he started making out with me at the bar, I think kinda reclaiming me. We left, and when we were walking to the car, my husband told me how sexy I looked dancing and that other guys were watching me.
When we got to our car, he kissed me again lifting, the crop top I was wearing, groping my breasts. He removed my top and bra, bent me over the hood of our car, lifted my little skirt, ripped off my panties, and fucked me right there! He told me that I was an amazing wife and a sexy little slut. I came really hard from just a quick, hard fucking. We drove back to our rented house with me topless and my pussy still tingling.
I love that my husband saw me as a good wife and sexy slut. I felt amazing.
p.s. I still think about that black stud I was dancing with.
When I got back, I had a ******* with my husband, and he started making out with me at the bar, I think kinda reclaiming me. We left, and when we were walking to the car, my husband told me how sexy I looked dancing and that other guys were watching me.
When we got to our car, he kissed me again lifting, the crop top I was wearing, groping my breasts. He removed my top and bra, bent me over the hood of our car, lifted my little skirt, ripped off my panties, and fucked me right there! He told me that I was an amazing wife and a sexy little slut. I came really hard from just a quick, hard fucking. We drove back to our rented house with me topless and my pussy still tingling.
I love that my husband saw me as a good wife and sexy slut. I felt amazing.
p.s. I still think about that black stud I was dancing with.
