Cuckold

We were at McDonald’s talking while she was eating her double cheeseburger. We talked about everything from George Straight concerts and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a guard, to things that we’ve all been through. He was a perfect gentleman to compliment her with her napkins for the catch-up that dripping out of her hamburger. Finally after a while he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she reacted quickly with yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a slut. She’s always looked like this to me. She’s a little over a meter tall with big breasts. The kind that needs a bra to hold them up and avoid unnecessary wiggling. She’s no eye-catching beauty, but she has that look that boys know. That I might be a bad girl for the right man. Her big mouth and pouty lips contribute to her slutty look. She wasn’t acting like a slut when I met her and then married her.

Strange how life ends! As a big lawyer now pro bono work in court I ran into an old friend; well, actually I had hoped she would be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name when she was in my office she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I think she could forget a skinny little nerd. Then we shared the usual old stories. Who married, who divorced.

I knew early on I wasn’t making her happy. Our sex drives didn’t seem right. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she ended up in school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around e-mails to my friends and family 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent every week with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, so-called the “sensible one” when she was drunk and chasing men. She also spent many weekends with her school clubs and visited her mother.

My wife is a beautiful woman, with long, fiery red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she’s six feet tall, shapeful legs. Her figure is perfect with full, sturdy tits of 39" that require a D-cup bra. Her hips are also 39" but not a gram of fat. She’s got the smoothest, tightest, rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Although her broad hips give her a big ass, her little 24" waist ends from her hour glass figure.

This happened in the mid-1990s, when I went out with a very beautiful little motorcycle girl. I just got into the motorcycle scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My girlfriend, Jane, was a biker for a long time, also in the rally scene and had friends in many clubs. I loved her; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, plus perfect little round breasts and a girlish, slim figure. But she had a harder edge for her; She was pretty extrovert and self-conscious, and had this certain flirty, jaunty way about her that no red-blooded man couldn’t fall for.

I met my current wife Jane on the Internet. Then we were married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and unnecessary to say that my sexual energies were unimaginable. An occasional jerk in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was also married to a very conservative man who actually wanted missionary sex twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for three months, and in those three months, we’ve been exploring our wildest sexual fantasies online. I think we thought we’d never meet, so let’s go online. I write Jane e-mails that start a fantasy and ask her to finish them. Boy, did she ever kill them. One of my fantasies was to be dominant over Jane and let her do slutty things. A fantasy I started was Take Jane to a shady club and let her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking everyone in the club.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.

Before I start, I have to give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She is 26, stands a slim 5'3" 105lbs with flaming long red hair (a real redhead I can add!), blue eyes, & a set of pouting red lips made for dick sucking. She also has a nice sturdy pair of 38Bs that just ask to be sucked & squeezed. Her lower half is even better, measuring on a beautiful 36 centimeters with a pussy that has been carefully cut to expose her soft and tender pussy lips. Julie also like to give head & get fucked doggy style. My wife can be very submissive sometimes. One of my fantasies is to see my wife serve more than one man at a time. Next is what happened a few weeks ago.

We’ve been swinging for a few years Tom my guy started talking about me attacking a black man. I forced him to convince me, but deep down, I couldn’t wait to feel a big black dick inside me. It had always been taboo growing up in a small town in the south. I’d always heard black men hanged well and my husband was a little small in that department. I finally agreed to place an ad in our swingers group to see what we could find. We both went through the answers and picked someone who came through our city often since he was a stop driver. We had a meeting with Gene to get to know each other a little bit and to see if we really wanted to meet. We met him for a drink the next time he was in town and decided to set a date for next week. I knew as soon as I saw this man I wanted him to be my first black lover. He was very muscular, tall and handsome and also very nice. When we went out to say goodbye, he asked husbandly if he could kiss me and he agreed. He took me in his big arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I had ever felt. I felt his dick getting hard in his pants and it felt huge. I wanted to fuck him there in the parking lot… But I didn’t want manly to know how excited I was, he might back off. Finally Tom said funny: “You better cool off or we won’t make it till next week.”