Tonight’s the Night
I was sitting in the chaise lounge in our bedroom, watching her get ready in the adjoining bathroom – applying her makeup, rubbing lotion on her body, spritzing herself with perfume.
She looked so beautiful that it hurt, hurt in the sense that I could look at her forever and never grow tired, but I knew that I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t just look at her forever and taking my eyes off her would hurt, would make me feel lonely and incomplete.
She began to get dressed. Like I said earlier, I’m a leg man, and, of course, she had gotten stockings and garters from Victoria’s Secret.
As she pulled the black stockings gently up her legs, my cock began to stir. She put on a black push-up bra that made her 36C breasts look two sizes larger and a black thong that I noticed she put over her garter, not under, which meant she would be leaving the stockings on for her lover that night. I was so jealous. I felt so alive.
“You know,” I said. “You haven’t told me his name. What’s his first name?”
She turned her gorgeous face toward me, “Marcus,” she said with a dreamy smile.
“Marcus,” I repeated. “That sounds like the name of a guy who would have a BBC.”
She laughed as she put a short black skirt on over the lingerie. She complimented that with a white button-down shirt that she unbuttoned to show lots of cleavage and six-inch black stiletto heels.
To say she looked gorgeous would be the understatement of the year.
“You know,” I said, laughing. “We are doing all of this, and he’ll probably be smaller than I am and won’t last as long as either.”
Emma looked at me again and smiled. “Oh, we don’t have to worry,” she said. “I’ve seen him working out at the gym, and I’m confident he’s not small. And with all the confidence he has, I know he’s not a quick-shooter like you, either. Tonight is going to be a whole new experience for me.”
I could feel my growing cock pressing against my underwear and jeans, seeking a path to reach its full size, so I subtly changed positions to give it more room to grow.
Emma turned off the bathroom light and walked into the bedroom.
“I’m ready,” she said, twirling around in a circle.
“Hot damn, you’re beautiful,” I said. “So sexy. I can’t take my eyes off you. Let me take a couple of pictures.”
She sighed. “OK, but hurry up. I’ve got to get to my BBC!”
I took a few quick snaps of my sexy wife, and we headed to the car. The plan was for me to drive her to the hotel, where she would meet up with Marcus. I would then pick her up the next morning, or Marcus would drop her off at the house.
She had given me all the details. They were staying in room 520 at the Marriott and would be having dinner at Sullivan’s Steakhouse inside the hotel.
It was a brisk fall night outside with a dark black sky that made the streetlights seem exceedingly bright. The hotel was bustling with people as I pulled up and stopped out front.
“Don’t worry,” I said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “Relax and have fun. I promise no repercussions. This is for me and you.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I watched her walk into the hotel, her round, pert ass shuffling under her tight skirt, her high heels clicking against the concrete as her sexy legs carried her forward.
Suddenly, I noticed all the valets and the men outside the hotel were staring at her as well. I was one lucky guy – and I was putting it all at risk by letting her have sex with another guy.
The jealousy and angst I felt at that moment were nearly unbearable. This was my last chance. I could jump out of the car and call to her. Tell her this was all a big mistake and take her back home and fuck her myself.
But I didn’t do that. I sat silently behind the wheel, watching her walk away through the sliding glass doors and into the brightness of the hotel lobby.
I pulled the car away from the hotel and parked in the hotel parking lot. I had some time to kill as they were going to dinner first, but I didn’t know what to do.
I remembered there was a bar down the road a little bit, and I decided to go there to get something to eat and waste some time.
The bar, Harold’s Place, featured a big rectangular wooden bar like you often see on TV (Cheer’s, for instance), and they also offered typical bar food like hamburgers and chicken wings.
I sat in a chair about three-quarters down the right side of the bar and ordered a hamburger, fries, and a beer.
The bartender quickly brought the beer, and I took a big gulp. As I sat waiting for my food, I stared at my phone, waiting for a text from my lovely wife.
Emma had promised to keep me updated on her night.
The first text arrived about 10 minutes later:
Had a drink and many kisses at the hotel bar. Now at the restaurant.
I realized at that moment that my stomach was filled with angst, and it was foolish of me to order the food as I probably wasn’t going to be able to eat much of it at all.
When the food came, I forced myself to take a bite of the burger and to eat a few fries. This was the next text I received:
Slipped heel off. Running foot inside his pants, up his leg
That was followed not too long after by this text:
Now massaging his cock with my toes, definitely not small!
She was killing me ... but what a way to go! I needed a stronger drink and ordered a whiskey.
I was on my second whiskey when the following arrived:
Headed back to the room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It felt like my stomach fell down to my feet. My insides were burning, and I felt warm all over. Again, I wondered if I had made the right decision.
In a daze, I paid my bill, headed out to the car, and made the short five-minute drive back to the hotel parking lot.
I then proceeded to sit in my parked car for around 10 minutes, squeezing the steering wheel and wondering what in the world I was doing.
Was I losing my wife … or were we supercharging our sex life?
When it had been 20 minutes from the time the last text arrived, I decided to do something brave … or silly … only time would tell.
I got out of the car and walked into the hotel. First, I went to the bar and had a beer and two shots of whiskey, all the while contemplating what my next step would be.
But as much as I “contemplated,” I already knew what I was going to do. I paid my bar tab, got in the elevator, and headed up to the fifth floor.
I then walked quietly down the hallway, and when I reached rooms 517 and 518, I could hear it clear as day …
Passionate screams of pleasure.
It had been a little over an hour since my wife’s last text, and as I stepped quietly in front of door 520, there was absolutely no mistaking whose passionate moans of pleasure I was hearing.
I had never heard my wife make anywhere near that amount of noise when we made love – and that was in the privacy of our own home.
Here, she was in a hotel room with many other people on the floor and possibly passing in the hallway, and she obviously didn’t want to or simply couldn’t hold back.
The sounds were mesmerizing. Marcus was clearly banging my wife in ways that she had never been banged before. Maybe she was stretched wider than ever before. Maybe he was hitting deeper than ever before. Maybe both. The one sure thing was that she was having the sexual time of her life.
The moaning and crying for joy went on for quite some time as I stood frozen in my spot by the door. Then things grew quiet, and I could hear a man’s voice. It was muffled, and I couldn’t tell what he was saying.
But then a woman’s voice – my wife’s voice – spoke highly and clearly, “Oh my gosh, nobody has fucked me like that, Marcus. You are incredible! I must have had 20 orgasms! I’ve never had sex like that before.”
Again, I heard a muffled man’s voice and then what sounded like passionate kissing, but I couldn’t be sure. Then I could hear them moving around the room but not much else.
I began to get worried that he might come out of the room to go get ice or that somebody in an adjoining room would walk by, so I reluctantly left my spot at the door to room 520 and headed back to the elevator.
As I rode the elevator down to the lobby, my phone buzzed with the first of a series of texts.
First message:
Oh my gosh! Massive cock. Best sex ever.
Then:
My vagina is stretched and so wet!
Then:
He fucked for so long! No quick shot!
Then:
He came a gallon. All over me. Including face
Then:
I’ve got so much to tell you!
Then:
I love you!
Then:
I’m going to go suck that BBC hard and ride it again!
Then:
It’s official, I’m a BBC slut! Hope u r OK with that!
Then:
Luv u … thinking of u!
Then:
Got to have more BBC!
That was the last text I received that night. And it left me not knowing what to think. My emotions were all over the place – up, down, sideways.
Honestly, it was good that Emma was staying at the hotel, and I wouldn’t see her until the morning.
That would give me time to process what had happened and rehearse what I wanted to say.
If I had been picking her up at that point, there is no telling what I might have blurted out. My emotions were raw and part of me wanted to say this was a mistake and to lash out at her over what she had done.
I know, I know. Part of me wanted to do exactly what I promised her I wouldn’t do!
But with time came clarity, and luckily, that night, I had time.
I thought about all that had happened as I drove home. I took note of my throbbing erection, and once back at home, I immediately went to the bedroom and masturbated as I read her texts again.
I was so excited about what had happened … right up until I came. Then the jealousy and angst came flooding back. What had I done? Was I losing my wife? Would sex with me never be enough for her again? Was I really a cuckold? Did I really want to be a cuckold?
My mind was racing out of control, and then I spoke out loud to myself:
“Stop. Slow down. This is what you wanted.”
At that point, a peace came over me. I thought about my love for my wife and about her love for me. I thought about all the things she had done for me, including having sex with another man!
I appreciated her so much. I understood how lucky I was. Then I thought about our sex life and what it had been and what it was now going to be like in the future.
We had gone to a new level of excitement and pleasure!
I once again felt that warm energy throughout my body. I realized there was always going to be moments of jealousy and angst but it was those moments that made me feel alive.
Sure, I could get mad and possessive and go back to our normal, same old, same old sex life or I could embrace this new development and ride the rollercoaster to new heights.
This was our chance to have something new and fresh and intense … to experience a pleasure that most would never know.
I decided then and there to embrace this new life. I was glad my wife had slept with Marcus, and I was eager for her to do it again with him and others.
And through it all, I would be by her side, loving her, and, yes, sometimes getting jealous, all while feeling intense feelings that I would never have experienced without her in my life.
I gave myself over to our new journey, and from her earlier texts, it sounded like my wife had done the same.
We were on a new path now – one that would fill our lives with new meaning and bring us even closer together, I hoped.
I couldn’t wait for her to get home and tell me about her experience! (end of excerpt)
From there, Emma and Mike journey deeper into the BBC lifestyle. Emma spends a lot more time with Marcus and Mike also explores life as a cuckold. There are multiple visits to a swingers' club, a gangbang, and much, much more. Here is a quick threesome that Emma enjoys:
Sean and Trey
I was excited for Saturday night, mainly because Marcus wouldn’t be there. I believed strongly that Emma needed a break from Marcus, but convincing her of that was going to be difficult.
On Saturday, we ended up driving over to Sean’s place, which was a nice townhouse on the other side of town. Trey was already there when we arrived.
We all made small talk as Sean lit up a joint and passed it around. It wasn’t long before Emma was nuzzled between Sean and Trey, who were both grinding against her.
We were in the living room, and I was seated on the couch as the three of them danced in front of the television.
Emma reached one hand in front of her and grabbed Sean’s package, and her other snaked behind her and grabbed Trey’s.
Sean was kissing Emma, and Trey was massaging her ass. They removed Emma’s shirt and bra and then pulled down her skirt and panties. Emma was now naked except for the black stockings that she wore at my insistence.
Emma pulled off Sean's shirt and kissed him and then turned around and did the same with Trey. The two men undid their pants and stepped out of them, and Emma dropped to her knees so that she had a cock on each side of her face.
She pointed the cocks at each other in front of her mouth and started licking their tips with her tongue as she looked me in the eyes and winked. She took turns sucking the two BBCs, getting them nice and hard.
The two men pulled Emma up and lifted her into the air so that the back of her head was on Sean's shoulder. Her back was pointed toward the floor. Trey put her legs on his shoulders and leaned in and started eating her out.
Emma seemed to like the unusual position as she quickly came, grinding her pussy against Trey’s lips and tongue.
The two men then carried Emma to the bedroom, and I followed.
They laid her down on her back, and Sean put his thick cock in her mouth while Trey inserted his longer, thinner cock in her pussy.
Emma let out a lustful moan as Trey’s cock entered her, and Sean’s cock fell out of her mouth. She grabbed the cock with her hand and began licking Sean’s big balls that were now brushing against her cheek and lips.
Trey fucked her to another orgasm and then switched with Sean, who flipped Emma onto her hands and knees and started fucking her doggy style while she sucked Trey’s cock that was covered in her own juices.
I couldn’t help myself. I undid my pants and pulled out my cock, and started masturbating. Sean pulled out and came on Emma’s ass while Trey shot his load down her throat. I spurted my cum onto my stomach.
Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this lengthy post. For anyone who is interested, My Wife, The BBC Hotwife is available at Amazon.