Anything Goes
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Very enjoyable story to this point. Such fun things can happen on vacation, so I wish this two everything they want and, even more, need.
Your exotic ideas lead you to many exciting, new adventures!
Re: Anything Goes
Chapter 7
Having our first dinner in Hawai'i was everything I hoped it would be.
My wife looked stunning on my arm. Her dress screamed of true 50s "aloha tiki" style. It had a high boat neckline, fitted high waist with a thin black faux leather belt above the full swing skirt falling to the knee. The pattern was bright design of Hawaii flowers, 50's pinups in swimwear and Woody cars. She looked like she fell out of one of Elvis's Hawai'i movies. She screamed classic and timeless all at once.
Our meal was exceptional. Island fare with a modern twist. Couldn't have asked for more. We both had our own Mai 'tais but nursed them throughout dinner. We were both lightweights who didn't tend to overdo. We finished up with scrumptious desserts; I went for the traditional Haupia coconut pudding and she had a light passion fruit ice cream.
As we polished off those sweets, she surprised me with a suggestion.
"I should be more tired than I am, but I'm not ready to end the night. What do you think about us playing a little game?"
Intrigued I said, "What do you have in mind?"
"I've read all sorts of stories where a wife will go into a bar without her husband, often times he is already there watching from afar. What do you think about heading to the lobby bar and getting a table out of the way and then I'll come a bit later and head to the bar itself? Then we'll just see what happens?"
My eyes widened. I didn't expect her to want to do anything more today after the massage session, but I was certainly game.
"Ok. Should we have a plan? Signals?"
"No. I don't want to overthink it. If I leave by myself, meet me upstairs in our room ten minutes later. Otherwise, I'll text you," she told me.
"What about your rings?" I asked, looking towards her wedding band and engagement ring.
"I think I'll leave them on. I don't want to start out with a lie and from my experience, it really doesn't discourage most guys."
My eyebrow went up involuntarily. This wasn't something we'd really discussed before. Likely some stories that would be worth hearing some other time.
"Alright. Don't feel like you have to force anything just to please me, Hannah. Only if it feels right, ok?"
She touched my face, showing her appreciation for what I said.
"Oh, sweetheart. Even now that I'm considering having sex with another man, you're concern is for my feelings and safety. I love you with all my heart."
"I love you, too."
"Anything goes, right?"
"Anything goes."
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The bartender was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, who was obviously of Polynesian descent. She had long straight black hair, nearly flawless caramel skin. I talked to her briefly and ordered myself a drink to nurse. She told me her name was Suzy and to let her know if I needed anything else. I adore my wife and have hardly ever seriously considered any other woman, but if anything had been different I'd have been tempted at that point to ask for her phone number. A really lovely woman. I quickly made my way to a table across from the bar.
Shortly afterwards, I saw her come in the bar from my position, chosen to be discrete while still with an appropriate vantage point. From this perspective, separate from her as a voyeur, it made me take her in in a way that I hadn't in some time. When you live with someone for so long, it's easy to get too used to their presence and mannerisms and to miss the culmination of subtle changes over time.
Hannah has matured well. Like a fine wine, she has improved with age. Her chestnut hair framed her porcelain face, showing off her high cheek bones and come hither smile. Her body moved from the soft, barely out of her teens girl from when I first met her into this alluring woman. Is it also weird that it was more obvious to me from this vantage point just how fertile a woman she appeared to me? If I didn't know her and wasn't already with someone, seeing her for the first time would get my blood running. I'd be tempted to talk with her.
This isn't the first time I've been in awe that she is with me. Maybe this sudden openness is a reflection of her recognizing my shortcomings or unworthiness. In the end, isn't much of cuckoldry about men grappling with feelings of inadequacy? Of course there is the visual aspect, when possible. Watching the woman you love the most performing like your own personal porn star, watching her receive orgasms and feeling pleasure from her being pleasured. But to be someone who is willing to risk the intimacy of your marriage, does it mean you fear not being enough for her or holding her back from your perceived limitations?
She strode up to the bar with such confidence and from this perspective, not standing side by side with her, it was super obvious how many men and women in the bar turned to pay attention to her. I'd felt eyes on us in the past and while I knew it was due to her attractiveness there was always a part of me that also felt that it was a bit of "she's with HIM" gawking.
Seeing her making an entrance where she was obviously alone, I could see the desire in so many eyes. She sat down at the bar and began chatting with Suzy the bartender. I supposed that when one finds themselves in sexually charged situations, it's easy to have an extremely vivid daydreams flash through your head. I'm not going to lie that I started to go down a rabbit hole at that point imagining Hannah and Suzy together. Hannah had hinted in the distant past of our relationship that she may not be unfamiliar with being sexual with some woman or women before we met. That recollection coming to my head at that moment made me remind myself to inquire further now that our sexual openness had gotten a lot more open.
It didn't take long for the first male to make his move. Not more than ten minutes after she walked in, a muscular white guy with a bad tan in a popped collar polo shirt and cargo shorts approached Hannah. He stood in such proximity that she stopped mid-sentence in her discussion with Suzy to look at him. I don't know quite what she said to him, but after a relatively short conversation, he left with a really pissed off look on his face.
The ladies, Hannah and Suzy, were kind enough to wait until he had removed himself from the bar entirely before they began giggling like conspirators. Obviously she shot him down spectacularly. I knew he wouldn't be her type. Realizing I may have over done my discreet location as I couldn't hear anything, I downed my drink and got up to get another one. I went further down the bar than where my wife was to not interfere, and ordered another drink from Suzy. I sat at the bar, pretending to be engrossed in a sporting event on one of the screens.
It was then I noticed a black man who had been at the bar before I had, sipping on a dark drink while watching a television turned to a channel focused on business news. He was broad shouldered, had bald head and wore a beard. This triggered his memory of his wife telling him about seeing a man with this description earlier today. She had seen him by the pool and later rode up the elevator with him. It struck a note then that she was fairly detailed about this man she had a relatively short and non-eventful encounter with. Was this her way of teasing me after her admission of being attracted to black men or had she felt some genuine interest in him merely from that brief interaction?
After the end of a segment on the channel, he stood up from his chair raised his glass to me, took a swig, and then left the glass as he went around the corner of the bar and approached Hannah.
"Good evening, miss," he said to my wife.
"Oh, hello again. I should say hello for the first time. Sorry if I seemed rude earlier today. Wasn't my intention," she replied, earnestly apologetic.
"Oh, never crossed my mind. I'm Terence Wright."
"Pleasure to meet you, Terence. My name is Hannah Steward. Missus Hannah Steward," Hannah lightly corrected him.
"Ah, yes. I should have acknowledged your wedding ring there. No offense intended by me, Hannah."
"None taken. Would you like to join me for a drink, Terence?"
"Yes, that would be very enjoyable." The smile on his face revealed that invitation was something he had desired.
He quickly ordered a second scotch from Suzy.
"So, what finds you alone at a bar in Hawaii this evening, Mrs. Steward?"
"Just getting a nightcap before turning in for the evening on my first night of vacation. How about you? What brings you to the island?" Hannah asked.
"I'm a broker with a large regional bank and I have been attending a reward trip. Basically once a year they bring their highest earners to some vacation spot to give out awards and have us do some continuing education stuff so that they can write it off. I've got a couple more days before I'll be heading home."
"Home to…" Hannah asked, open-ended.
"Atlanta. You?" he asked her.
"New Haven. Connecticut."
"Oh, I love New Haven. I have a couple of accounts there."
"Oh, really? Small world."
"So, Hannah, may I ask a question? It might be a bit personal."
Hannah nodded to him tentatively, unsure where he might be heading so abruptly.
"Is there a reason your husband is sitting across the bar from you while you drink alone?"
Having our first dinner in Hawai'i was everything I hoped it would be.
My wife looked stunning on my arm. Her dress screamed of true 50s "aloha tiki" style. It had a high boat neckline, fitted high waist with a thin black faux leather belt above the full swing skirt falling to the knee. The pattern was bright design of Hawaii flowers, 50's pinups in swimwear and Woody cars. She looked like she fell out of one of Elvis's Hawai'i movies. She screamed classic and timeless all at once.
Our meal was exceptional. Island fare with a modern twist. Couldn't have asked for more. We both had our own Mai 'tais but nursed them throughout dinner. We were both lightweights who didn't tend to overdo. We finished up with scrumptious desserts; I went for the traditional Haupia coconut pudding and she had a light passion fruit ice cream.
As we polished off those sweets, she surprised me with a suggestion.
"I should be more tired than I am, but I'm not ready to end the night. What do you think about us playing a little game?"
Intrigued I said, "What do you have in mind?"
"I've read all sorts of stories where a wife will go into a bar without her husband, often times he is already there watching from afar. What do you think about heading to the lobby bar and getting a table out of the way and then I'll come a bit later and head to the bar itself? Then we'll just see what happens?"
My eyes widened. I didn't expect her to want to do anything more today after the massage session, but I was certainly game.
"Ok. Should we have a plan? Signals?"
"No. I don't want to overthink it. If I leave by myself, meet me upstairs in our room ten minutes later. Otherwise, I'll text you," she told me.
"What about your rings?" I asked, looking towards her wedding band and engagement ring.
"I think I'll leave them on. I don't want to start out with a lie and from my experience, it really doesn't discourage most guys."
My eyebrow went up involuntarily. This wasn't something we'd really discussed before. Likely some stories that would be worth hearing some other time.
"Alright. Don't feel like you have to force anything just to please me, Hannah. Only if it feels right, ok?"
She touched my face, showing her appreciation for what I said.
"Oh, sweetheart. Even now that I'm considering having sex with another man, you're concern is for my feelings and safety. I love you with all my heart."
"I love you, too."
"Anything goes, right?"
"Anything goes."
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The bartender was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, who was obviously of Polynesian descent. She had long straight black hair, nearly flawless caramel skin. I talked to her briefly and ordered myself a drink to nurse. She told me her name was Suzy and to let her know if I needed anything else. I adore my wife and have hardly ever seriously considered any other woman, but if anything had been different I'd have been tempted at that point to ask for her phone number. A really lovely woman. I quickly made my way to a table across from the bar.
Shortly afterwards, I saw her come in the bar from my position, chosen to be discrete while still with an appropriate vantage point. From this perspective, separate from her as a voyeur, it made me take her in in a way that I hadn't in some time. When you live with someone for so long, it's easy to get too used to their presence and mannerisms and to miss the culmination of subtle changes over time.
Hannah has matured well. Like a fine wine, she has improved with age. Her chestnut hair framed her porcelain face, showing off her high cheek bones and come hither smile. Her body moved from the soft, barely out of her teens girl from when I first met her into this alluring woman. Is it also weird that it was more obvious to me from this vantage point just how fertile a woman she appeared to me? If I didn't know her and wasn't already with someone, seeing her for the first time would get my blood running. I'd be tempted to talk with her.
This isn't the first time I've been in awe that she is with me. Maybe this sudden openness is a reflection of her recognizing my shortcomings or unworthiness. In the end, isn't much of cuckoldry about men grappling with feelings of inadequacy? Of course there is the visual aspect, when possible. Watching the woman you love the most performing like your own personal porn star, watching her receive orgasms and feeling pleasure from her being pleasured. But to be someone who is willing to risk the intimacy of your marriage, does it mean you fear not being enough for her or holding her back from your perceived limitations?
She strode up to the bar with such confidence and from this perspective, not standing side by side with her, it was super obvious how many men and women in the bar turned to pay attention to her. I'd felt eyes on us in the past and while I knew it was due to her attractiveness there was always a part of me that also felt that it was a bit of "she's with HIM" gawking.
Seeing her making an entrance where she was obviously alone, I could see the desire in so many eyes. She sat down at the bar and began chatting with Suzy the bartender. I supposed that when one finds themselves in sexually charged situations, it's easy to have an extremely vivid daydreams flash through your head. I'm not going to lie that I started to go down a rabbit hole at that point imagining Hannah and Suzy together. Hannah had hinted in the distant past of our relationship that she may not be unfamiliar with being sexual with some woman or women before we met. That recollection coming to my head at that moment made me remind myself to inquire further now that our sexual openness had gotten a lot more open.
It didn't take long for the first male to make his move. Not more than ten minutes after she walked in, a muscular white guy with a bad tan in a popped collar polo shirt and cargo shorts approached Hannah. He stood in such proximity that she stopped mid-sentence in her discussion with Suzy to look at him. I don't know quite what she said to him, but after a relatively short conversation, he left with a really pissed off look on his face.
The ladies, Hannah and Suzy, were kind enough to wait until he had removed himself from the bar entirely before they began giggling like conspirators. Obviously she shot him down spectacularly. I knew he wouldn't be her type. Realizing I may have over done my discreet location as I couldn't hear anything, I downed my drink and got up to get another one. I went further down the bar than where my wife was to not interfere, and ordered another drink from Suzy. I sat at the bar, pretending to be engrossed in a sporting event on one of the screens.
It was then I noticed a black man who had been at the bar before I had, sipping on a dark drink while watching a television turned to a channel focused on business news. He was broad shouldered, had bald head and wore a beard. This triggered his memory of his wife telling him about seeing a man with this description earlier today. She had seen him by the pool and later rode up the elevator with him. It struck a note then that she was fairly detailed about this man she had a relatively short and non-eventful encounter with. Was this her way of teasing me after her admission of being attracted to black men or had she felt some genuine interest in him merely from that brief interaction?
After the end of a segment on the channel, he stood up from his chair raised his glass to me, took a swig, and then left the glass as he went around the corner of the bar and approached Hannah.
"Good evening, miss," he said to my wife.
"Oh, hello again. I should say hello for the first time. Sorry if I seemed rude earlier today. Wasn't my intention," she replied, earnestly apologetic.
"Oh, never crossed my mind. I'm Terence Wright."
"Pleasure to meet you, Terence. My name is Hannah Steward. Missus Hannah Steward," Hannah lightly corrected him.
"Ah, yes. I should have acknowledged your wedding ring there. No offense intended by me, Hannah."
"None taken. Would you like to join me for a drink, Terence?"
"Yes, that would be very enjoyable." The smile on his face revealed that invitation was something he had desired.
He quickly ordered a second scotch from Suzy.
"So, what finds you alone at a bar in Hawaii this evening, Mrs. Steward?"
"Just getting a nightcap before turning in for the evening on my first night of vacation. How about you? What brings you to the island?" Hannah asked.
"I'm a broker with a large regional bank and I have been attending a reward trip. Basically once a year they bring their highest earners to some vacation spot to give out awards and have us do some continuing education stuff so that they can write it off. I've got a couple more days before I'll be heading home."
"Home to…" Hannah asked, open-ended.
"Atlanta. You?" he asked her.
"New Haven. Connecticut."
"Oh, I love New Haven. I have a couple of accounts there."
"Oh, really? Small world."
"So, Hannah, may I ask a question? It might be a bit personal."
Hannah nodded to him tentatively, unsure where he might be heading so abruptly.
"Is there a reason your husband is sitting across the bar from you while you drink alone?"
Re: Anything Goes
Another great chapter. Looking forward to more.
I'm also enjoying your other story, "Trouble". Hope you plan to continue that one as well.
I'm also enjoying your other story, "Trouble". Hope you plan to continue that one as well.
Re: Anything Goes
I am. I have about half a chapter already written for it.
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Chapter 8
After being asked why her husband was sitting across the bar from her, Hannah turned a bit red. So busted. After quickly regaining her composure, she answered him.
"Yes. Can you guess why, though?" she smirked in her answer.
"I don't have to guess, I know. But getting you to admit it yourself will expose your vulnerability," Terence countered.
"Ok, then. My husband has fantasies about watching me have sex with another man. I told him as repayment for gifting me this 'bucket list' vacation that I would open myself up to experimenting,” Hannah replied.
I was shocked she laid it all out bare, but I guess she was calculating the odds that being honest at this point would make things easier later.
Terence nodded back to her, “That’s what I thought. And what a lovely way to show your appreciation. How’s your experimentation going?”
Hannah stifled a smile, “Well, I blew my masseuse earlier.”
Terence nearly did a spit take with his whiskey.
“Well alright then,” he chuckled.
“So, what gave us away?”
“I’d seen you two together at lunch. You are such an attractive woman, you had my eye then and I watched you with him. I remember thinking what a lucky guy to have landed such an amazing wife. So when I saw you come in here, deflect that frat boy while your husband was observing, I suspected what might have been going on.”
“You have some experience with what I mentioned? You don’t sound too surprised.”
“Yes, Hannah, I do. Does that shock you?”
“No. Not really.”
"What is your husband's name, Hannah?"
"John."
“Are you attracted to black men, Hannah?” he asked.
I could tell from subtle signs having known her for so long that Hannah was aroused. Her naughty smile. The way she touched a loose lock of her hair. I wonder if he picked up on them?
“I might be."
"I think it's more than that, sweet Hannah. I think that despite loving your husband John and wanting to do something to make his fantasy a reality, I bet that it will answer some of your desires for that experimentation partner to be a handsome, dark-skinned man."
Hannah unconsciously bit her lower lip. This self-sure, but not obnoxiously cocky, guy had her number.
"Ok, then. What do you propose we do about it?" she answered him.
"Well, I suspect that a big part of this for both of you includes your husband over there to watch. And I'm ok with that. I'd be lying if I told you I haven't been part of something just like that on more than one occasion. A lot of you white girls are really interested in trying out the dark side. And I have to tell you, I have a special interest in giving white girls like you, in a committed relationship, that taste. So, why don't we all head up to your room, in whatever configuration you want, and give us all want we desire for this evening?"
After the slightest pause, Hannah just nodded.
"I'm sorry, Hannah. I think we all need you to say out loud exactly what you want," he told her in a slightly stern manner.
She glanced at me fully for the first time since he began talking with her. Our eyes met and I simply smiled.
Without taking her eyes off of me, she told him, "Yes, Terence. I want you to join my husband and I in our room so that you can fuck me in front of him."
"That's great, Hannah. Good girl. I would love to fuck you in front of your husband. I really hope he is prepared for the pleasure I'm about to give you."
Terence got up, throwing some cash on the bar and telling Suzy that it was to cover his, Hannah's, and my tabs. He then helped Hannah from her stool and gave a glance my way. I downed the rest of my drink, which was probably a mistake, got up and walked towards the door that they were already nearly through.
I caught up to them in the lobby and the three of us continued in no particular rush to the elevator. Terence put his hand on the small of Hannah's back as we approached the elevator. I believe he was testing our resolve and giving us a little taste of blatant exposure in public to the cuckolding I was about to receive. A good chill went through me, as the slight public humiliation of that overt but subtle act of intimacy was put on display. He was telling everyone who witnessed that Hannah was his tonight. I was thankful the elevator arrived empty because it helped hide a pretty obvious erection I was already sporting.
In the elevator, Terence pressed the number for our floor having seen Hannah press it earlier in the day, never taking his hand off her. After the door closed fully, he gently pulled her into him and kissed her full on the mouth. Hannah reciprocated the kiss as she was more than willing. It was obvious that both of them had wanted to do that since their brief encounter earlier in the day. The elevator quickly arrived at our floor and I stepped out first, pulling out our room's keycard. I was eager to get into the room, partially to minimize the risk of someone seeing them embracing openly but mostly because I was excited to see what came next in the privacy of our room.
They stopped kissing and moved intentionally across the elevator lobby and down the hallway to our room. I held the door for them to come through, feeling a little like a servant to their coupling. Hannah led Terence by the hand into our room, giving me a look that lingered. What I saw in her eyes was an offer for one last chance to stop this if I wanted to. I smiled back and touched her arm in a silent affirmation of my approval. As he passed by Terence acknowledged me with what seemed to be a sincere smile of appreciation, likely more about letting him be with my wife than the simple courtesy of holding the door open for them.
"Can I get either of you something to drink?" are words that came out of my mouth, with me suddenly feeling like I was having an out of body experience in that moment.
"Thank you, John, I'm fine although it probably wouldn't hurt for both of us to have a bottle of water nearby for later," Terence said with an air of experience. He certainly knew what he was doing.
"Sure thing," I said, as I went to get it before he raised his hand stopping me.
"Wait one second, John. I think we all heard what Hannah said downstairs about what we're doing here, but I think we should all also hear exactly what you are expecting to happen here."
Terence was definitely in control.
"You are here to fulfill the desires of my wife and myself to see another man, a black man, make love to her."
"Ok, good, but let's be clear- I'm also here to fulfill my own desires for your gorgeous wife and I honestly wouldn't call what we're about to do 'making love'. John, I am going to fuck your beautiful wife and I might even make her forget that you exist. For at least a few moments. I get that this is something that will get you off and I get that some of her desire will be tied to giving you what you want to see, but understand something: she is going to change after tonight. It may be subtle, it may not be anything that either of you find you want to repeat, but she will have tasted the forbidden fruit and it's going to be hard to close Pandora's box. Probably for both of you."
I took in what Terence said and looked over to Hannah. Her face was flushed with desire and it was directed one hundred percent at this alpha male intruding into our marital intimacy at our invitation.
I looked back to look Terence in the eyes when I said to him, "Yes, Terence. I want you to take my wife and pleasure her. And I am willing to take on the consequences of doing so."
Without missing a beat, Terence's demeanor shifted and a big smile crossed his relaxed face, "Good, John. I'm glad you understand."
He turned to face Hannah who physically shuddered when their eyes met, "Alright Hannah, my dear. I think we need to start with you removing that lovely dress and showing me that body of yours. I absolutely guarantee you that there isn't a man that has met you that hasn't thought hard about what you look like without whatever clothes you are wearing. I am thrilled to have my own curiosity peaked."
Hannah seemed motivated to follow through on his wishes with all due speed, but Terence put a hand up.
"Wait a minute. I was about to make a mistake there," he said, and then turned to me, "John, I believe you should do the honors of unwrapping your wife's body and present her to me. Don't you think?"
It was amazing how even a request from him carried the tone of a command and how he was so in tune with the erotically right thing to do for all involved.
I moved with haste (embarrassingly so) to fulfill his request, so much so that he actually told me, "Take it slow, my man. Let's all relish in the unwrapping of your gift to me."
As I got close to her, Hannah gave me a look that told me just how turned on she was. My fear that his control over her was so powerful that she already was forgetting me and was focused just on the pleasure he was about to give her was assuaged when she turned to me and mouthed "I love you" as I began undoing the zipper on the back of her dress.
In short time her dress was down, revealing a lovely teal matching bra and panty set. The panties weren't quite thongs, but they were very dainty lace with thin material crossing high on her waist. They were transparent enough that he could see the tuft of hair above her pussy and the bare lips below. The bra was see through so that her lovely nipples and areolas were exposed.
Terence nodded after taking her in fully in the lovely underwear, "Go ahead, John. Help her take off her bra now. Let me see her breasts."
I followed his instructions and she seemed to hold her breath in as I undid the claps on the back of her bra and drew the straps down off her shoulders. She let the bra fall down her arms and off of her completely, baring her breasts to another man who was about to have intercourse with her for the first time since we were married. I could see a slight chill run up her body and my first instinct was to adjust the room temperature until I realized this was adrenaline pulsing through her. Her breathing got a little more erratic, confirming my belief.
"You simply are god blessed, my Hannah," Terence said, taking her in, "John, are you ready to remove the last barrier between me and your wife's pussy?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Hannah, how badly do you want me to see your pussy?" he asked her.
Speaking with what sounded like a very dry mouth, Hannah answered, "More than anything in the world."
"Did you trim it up especially for me?" he asked her.
"No, he did," she revealed, obviously getting pleasure out of exposing the servitude I demonstrated in having performed that action earlier today.
"Well then it's very appropriate for him to be the one to show off his handiwork. Show me your wife's pussy, John. Finish presenting her to me."
I did as I was commanded. Standing behind her as I was, I put my thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to pull down. She spread her legs slightly to help me get free of her but the moisture of her pussy caused the panties to stick slightly as they were pulled free from her body.
Both Hannah and I sucked in our breath as her pussy was revealed to Terence. His board smile was all we needed to see to know that he was pleased. I can't speak for Hannah, but I found myself stupidly excited to see he was so pleased by her exposed body. Terence's desire for my wife filled me with pride. It aroused me so much to see his desire for my partner.
He motioned with a finger for her to spin around to show off her full body, including her tight ass. After she completed her 360 degree turn, he whistled.
"Damn Hannah, you are one of, if not the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am so eager to please you like you have never been before. Come over and see what I have for you," Terence told her.
Hannah walked towards him as if she was in a daze and I stepped back and sat in a nearby chair as I watched her go before him. He took her in his strong arms and pulled her body to his as he pressed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. His hands reach down to cup each cheek of her ass with a firm grip as he pulled her even closer into is embrace. Hannah suddenly pulled away and looked down. It was apparent that she felt his turgid member pressing into her and she seemed shocked.
She looked back up into his eyes to see him smiling back, knowing what she had become very aware of. Hannah began unbuttoning his shirt sleeved shirt, revealing the broad muscled chest she had seen early that day at the pool. I was lean and had little fat on my body, but I couldn't come close to the musculature that this man possessed. She ran her hands across the ripples of his ebony torso, obviously appreciating the build of this man.
She had trailed down across his 'six pack' abdomen to reach the tops of his linen pants. She undid the button and pulled the zipper down. As his pants began to fall, she pulled the waistband of his briefs out and away from his body as she pulled down on them, revealing to both of us what she had felt seconds ago. I know that in general the size of black men's members are largely exaggerated and that there is some variance between black men to similar degree as men of any race. But my god, Terence was definitely an example of a man that might have played a part in legitimizing that stereotype.
As she worked his underwear and pants down his legs with her left hand, she used her right hand to pull free this cock that made mine look like a baby's. Even semi-erect, Terence's cock looked to be at least 9 inches long and over 6 inches in circumference. Hannah looked at it, then looked up into his eyes. His look showed that he knew that he had her. My wife had chosen well.
Terence put a hand on her shoulder and gently guided her to her knees before him. He smiled victoriously at me as he said to her, "Show me you want this big black cock, Hannah. Prove to me you are worthy of it."
My wife took his large member in her hand and slowly brought her mouth to the head, understanding exactly what his expectation was of her. She licked around the glans and took the head into her mouth, spreading her lips widely to accommodate the size. From my perspective I could see her eyes widen as she worked to get the head even in her mouth.
He ran the fingers on his right hand through her chestnut colored hair and held her there as he cautiously helped her take as much as she could into her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she worked hard to breathe as this cock which seemed to expand even more within her mouth. Her eyes teared up and before I could say anything Terence pulled her off of his cock. As it came out she wretched a bit but quickly recovered and said, "Oh my god it's so big!"
I was deep in cuck zone here, watching this big guy dominate my wife and for her to be so enthralled with him. I was absolutely jealous, but also incredibly aroused. My head was already racing off to imagine her taking his big black cock into her tight white pussy.
She moaned as she returned to licking his now very stiff tool. She was low on the base when I realized that his cock was covering the entire length of her face. It just looked massive laying across my wife's whole face.
She continued to worship his massive cock until he felt that she had shown the appropriate level of appreciation for it. He helped her to her feet and brought her over to our bed. He lifted her up onto it effortlessly and pulled her to the edge. He then went down on one knee and leaned in to smell her opened vulva.
"Oh Hannah. You know, there are many black men who act like they are above eating pussy, like somehow it diminishes their dominance to do so. Let me tell you, those men are fools. I love eating fresh pussy, especially white pussy that belongs to other men. Has your husband been in your pussy today, Hannah?"
"No, Terence. I've been saving my pussy for you today. I just didn't know it until we met."
"Mmmm, that's what I'm talking about. Did you hear that John? Her pussy is mine tonight," he said over his shoulder to me.
He proceeded to extend a large tongue between his full lips and lewdly lap up from the bottom to the top of my wife's pussy. She trembled in what would be her first orgasm of the evening as she felt that rough tongue traverse her whole pussy.
He then used his lips to pull out each of her inner lips one at a time extending her orgasm. This was followed by him circling her clit with his tongue which got her practically bucking on the bed.
Sitting back, Terence said, "Oh yeah, this little filly is more than ready to be rode. Do me a favor, John, can you get the condom out of my pants pocket over there?"
I was again made to serve their illicit coupling, a slight thrill running through me at being dominated as part of the process. I moved quickly to not ruin the mood. The condom wrapper was out of the pocket and into his hand in a flash, but as he tore into the packet my wife spoke up.
"Terence, are you clean?"
"If you mean disease free, yeah. I got a test before my trip just in case."
Hannah then turned to me, "Honey, would you mind if I took Terence into me bare. At least this time. I want to feel his cock entire me bare the first time if you can handle that."
I locked eyes with my wife as she was of her own accord asking me if I was alright with her breaking the barrier she herself had set as a limit she wouldn't cross. It went through my head that this could have been a test, but I just couldn't imagine my wife being manipulative. I imagine the prospect of such a perfect fantasy for her, an experienced well-hung black man being bare in her, combined with the faith in her birth control put her in such a position to change her perspective.
"Hannah, if you want to take this man's big black cock bare into your pussy, I will support that decision. Go ahead and give him your pussy."
"Did you heard that Terence? I have my husband's permission to give you my bare pussy. Do you want to take my pussy bare and claim it as yours?"
"Oh yes, darling," he said, tossing the condom still in its torn package to the side, "I would be more than happy to take this pussy bare. But I must warn John that I'm not sure he's going to get it back anytime soon if I do."
"Fucking take my pussy, Terence," Hannah said. She sounded like a woman possessed and I guess in a way she was.
Terence put the tip of his cock to my wife's pussy and began to press himself into her. Her pussy lips obscenely expanded to accommodate the girth of his walnut-sized head.
"Oooooooooh," she moaned as it begun its entrance into her vagina.
The head eased in as he pushed, seeming to take great care not to hurt her on his initial penetration. She seemed to be caught between trying to pull him into her with her hands and holding him back from going too fast.
"Oh my god, baby, he is soooo big. I can feel him stretching me wide," Hannah said to me. It felt like she was trying to include me and feed my fantasy, but then she went for the jugular.
"OH WOW, HE IS SOOO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOU AND HE'S BARELY EVEN STARTED."
Terence pulled out slightly and then moved back in with a little more intensity causing the head to pop through.
"OOOOOOOOH, YES, IT'S IN ME. KEEP GOING."
Terence pushed forward a bit then nearly pulled back out, making the edge of her vagina bulge along the ridge of his glans, before pushing back into her with increasing intensity.
"BABY LOOK, HE'S AS DEEP INTO ME AS YOU HAVE EVER BEEN AND HE STILL HAS MUCH MORE TO GO."
Terence grinned as he pulled back and then plunged even deeper into my wife's pussy.
"FUCK ME, TERENCE. OH MY GOD I FEEL EVERY INCH OF YOU!"
"Am I deeper in you than your husband has ever been, Hannah?"
"YES, YES, FUCK YES!"
"Does that mean I own that part of your pussy, darling?"
"YES!"
"Tell him, Hannah."
"TERENCE OWNS THAT PART OF MY PUSSY BABY. TERENCE OWNS ALL OF MY PUSSY NOW, BABY."
"Hell yeah I do. I own this pussy now."
"FUCKING TAKE IT TERENCE. TAKE YOUR PUSSY."
Terence bottomed out in my wife. I was shocked that she could take the whole thing in her and she obviously felt it as he kicked off her second orgasm of the evening. She bucked on his cock and as she came through it she kissed him passionately as he leaned over her, legs still on the floor. Their making out was full of a crazy energy and for the first time the feeling of jealousy went from arousing me to hurting me. My stomach bottomed out and I suddenly felt like I may have made a huge mistake agreeing to all of this, despite the fuel from my deepest sexual fantasies.
Terence pulled himself off of her mouth and proceeded to really pound my wife with his massive cock. Her moans were loud and anyone walking by outside our room or in the adjacent rooms would have no doubt whatsoever what was going on in our room.
Demolishing any chance those in earshot would have at rationalizing what they were hearing as anything but the throughs of passion, Hannah exclaimed, "FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, TERENCE. DON'T STOP. FUCK MY LTTLE WHITE PUSSY."
"WHO'S LITTLE WHITE PUSSY?" he asked her, matching her volume.
"YOUR LITTLE WHITE PUSSY, TERENCE. YOURS."
"ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME THIS PUSSY AGAIN, HANNAH?"
"YES, GOD YES. YOU CAN HAVE THIS PUSSY ANYTIME YOU WANT IT, BABY."
Hearing her call him by the name that she used for me was another angst causing trigger. Her pledge to give her pussy to him anytime he wanted it was equally arousing.
Their rutting continued for some time, maybe ten minutes, maybe thirty. I couldn't tell you for sure. But they were both covered in a sheen of sweat and our bed looked like a disaster had hit it.
It became apparent that he was close to cumming and he verbally let her know this.
"You've done it, Hannah. Oh darling, I'm going to cum. Here it comes. Where do you want me to come?" he asked her.
Looking him straight in the eyes, without to have even a thought for me, she told him softly, "Do it baby. Cum inside of me. I want you to cum in me."
I knew this was part of her fantasy, as she revealed to me just earlier today, but I was still shocked.
She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him deep into her as he howled out and his big ball sack jerked repeatedly, making it obvious he was ejaculating a copious amount of semen into my wife’s accepting womb.
In the midst of their coupling I had pulled my own hard cock out and was jerking off to their mating. I looked down now and realized I had long ago cum all over myself. I got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to clean myself up.
I grabbed a couple of hand towels for them and the bottles of water Terence had mentioned earlier. I took it all over to them but as I approached, I felt very much that I was intruding on their privacy, which in retrospect was a silly thought for me to have. However, that feeling was too overwhelming in the moment and after putting the towels and water down on the nightstand next to them as they we making out still conjoined, I quietly left them alone in the room.
I sent her phone a text that simply said, “I’m fine. Just wanted you to have some privacy. Just text me when you want me to come back.”
I wandered to the elevators and then through the lobby, not quite sure where I intended to go.
We had certainly pushed the limits on exactly what we meant by anything goes. And I don’t suspect this is the end.
After being asked why her husband was sitting across the bar from her, Hannah turned a bit red. So busted. After quickly regaining her composure, she answered him.
"Yes. Can you guess why, though?" she smirked in her answer.
"I don't have to guess, I know. But getting you to admit it yourself will expose your vulnerability," Terence countered.
"Ok, then. My husband has fantasies about watching me have sex with another man. I told him as repayment for gifting me this 'bucket list' vacation that I would open myself up to experimenting,” Hannah replied.
I was shocked she laid it all out bare, but I guess she was calculating the odds that being honest at this point would make things easier later.
Terence nodded back to her, “That’s what I thought. And what a lovely way to show your appreciation. How’s your experimentation going?”
Hannah stifled a smile, “Well, I blew my masseuse earlier.”
Terence nearly did a spit take with his whiskey.
“Well alright then,” he chuckled.
“So, what gave us away?”
“I’d seen you two together at lunch. You are such an attractive woman, you had my eye then and I watched you with him. I remember thinking what a lucky guy to have landed such an amazing wife. So when I saw you come in here, deflect that frat boy while your husband was observing, I suspected what might have been going on.”
“You have some experience with what I mentioned? You don’t sound too surprised.”
“Yes, Hannah, I do. Does that shock you?”
“No. Not really.”
"What is your husband's name, Hannah?"
"John."
“Are you attracted to black men, Hannah?” he asked.
I could tell from subtle signs having known her for so long that Hannah was aroused. Her naughty smile. The way she touched a loose lock of her hair. I wonder if he picked up on them?
“I might be."
"I think it's more than that, sweet Hannah. I think that despite loving your husband John and wanting to do something to make his fantasy a reality, I bet that it will answer some of your desires for that experimentation partner to be a handsome, dark-skinned man."
Hannah unconsciously bit her lower lip. This self-sure, but not obnoxiously cocky, guy had her number.
"Ok, then. What do you propose we do about it?" she answered him.
"Well, I suspect that a big part of this for both of you includes your husband over there to watch. And I'm ok with that. I'd be lying if I told you I haven't been part of something just like that on more than one occasion. A lot of you white girls are really interested in trying out the dark side. And I have to tell you, I have a special interest in giving white girls like you, in a committed relationship, that taste. So, why don't we all head up to your room, in whatever configuration you want, and give us all want we desire for this evening?"
After the slightest pause, Hannah just nodded.
"I'm sorry, Hannah. I think we all need you to say out loud exactly what you want," he told her in a slightly stern manner.
She glanced at me fully for the first time since he began talking with her. Our eyes met and I simply smiled.
Without taking her eyes off of me, she told him, "Yes, Terence. I want you to join my husband and I in our room so that you can fuck me in front of him."
"That's great, Hannah. Good girl. I would love to fuck you in front of your husband. I really hope he is prepared for the pleasure I'm about to give you."
Terence got up, throwing some cash on the bar and telling Suzy that it was to cover his, Hannah's, and my tabs. He then helped Hannah from her stool and gave a glance my way. I downed the rest of my drink, which was probably a mistake, got up and walked towards the door that they were already nearly through.
I caught up to them in the lobby and the three of us continued in no particular rush to the elevator. Terence put his hand on the small of Hannah's back as we approached the elevator. I believe he was testing our resolve and giving us a little taste of blatant exposure in public to the cuckolding I was about to receive. A good chill went through me, as the slight public humiliation of that overt but subtle act of intimacy was put on display. He was telling everyone who witnessed that Hannah was his tonight. I was thankful the elevator arrived empty because it helped hide a pretty obvious erection I was already sporting.
In the elevator, Terence pressed the number for our floor having seen Hannah press it earlier in the day, never taking his hand off her. After the door closed fully, he gently pulled her into him and kissed her full on the mouth. Hannah reciprocated the kiss as she was more than willing. It was obvious that both of them had wanted to do that since their brief encounter earlier in the day. The elevator quickly arrived at our floor and I stepped out first, pulling out our room's keycard. I was eager to get into the room, partially to minimize the risk of someone seeing them embracing openly but mostly because I was excited to see what came next in the privacy of our room.
They stopped kissing and moved intentionally across the elevator lobby and down the hallway to our room. I held the door for them to come through, feeling a little like a servant to their coupling. Hannah led Terence by the hand into our room, giving me a look that lingered. What I saw in her eyes was an offer for one last chance to stop this if I wanted to. I smiled back and touched her arm in a silent affirmation of my approval. As he passed by Terence acknowledged me with what seemed to be a sincere smile of appreciation, likely more about letting him be with my wife than the simple courtesy of holding the door open for them.
"Can I get either of you something to drink?" are words that came out of my mouth, with me suddenly feeling like I was having an out of body experience in that moment.
"Thank you, John, I'm fine although it probably wouldn't hurt for both of us to have a bottle of water nearby for later," Terence said with an air of experience. He certainly knew what he was doing.
"Sure thing," I said, as I went to get it before he raised his hand stopping me.
"Wait one second, John. I think we all heard what Hannah said downstairs about what we're doing here, but I think we should all also hear exactly what you are expecting to happen here."
Terence was definitely in control.
"You are here to fulfill the desires of my wife and myself to see another man, a black man, make love to her."
"Ok, good, but let's be clear- I'm also here to fulfill my own desires for your gorgeous wife and I honestly wouldn't call what we're about to do 'making love'. John, I am going to fuck your beautiful wife and I might even make her forget that you exist. For at least a few moments. I get that this is something that will get you off and I get that some of her desire will be tied to giving you what you want to see, but understand something: she is going to change after tonight. It may be subtle, it may not be anything that either of you find you want to repeat, but she will have tasted the forbidden fruit and it's going to be hard to close Pandora's box. Probably for both of you."
I took in what Terence said and looked over to Hannah. Her face was flushed with desire and it was directed one hundred percent at this alpha male intruding into our marital intimacy at our invitation.
I looked back to look Terence in the eyes when I said to him, "Yes, Terence. I want you to take my wife and pleasure her. And I am willing to take on the consequences of doing so."
Without missing a beat, Terence's demeanor shifted and a big smile crossed his relaxed face, "Good, John. I'm glad you understand."
He turned to face Hannah who physically shuddered when their eyes met, "Alright Hannah, my dear. I think we need to start with you removing that lovely dress and showing me that body of yours. I absolutely guarantee you that there isn't a man that has met you that hasn't thought hard about what you look like without whatever clothes you are wearing. I am thrilled to have my own curiosity peaked."
Hannah seemed motivated to follow through on his wishes with all due speed, but Terence put a hand up.
"Wait a minute. I was about to make a mistake there," he said, and then turned to me, "John, I believe you should do the honors of unwrapping your wife's body and present her to me. Don't you think?"
It was amazing how even a request from him carried the tone of a command and how he was so in tune with the erotically right thing to do for all involved.
I moved with haste (embarrassingly so) to fulfill his request, so much so that he actually told me, "Take it slow, my man. Let's all relish in the unwrapping of your gift to me."
As I got close to her, Hannah gave me a look that told me just how turned on she was. My fear that his control over her was so powerful that she already was forgetting me and was focused just on the pleasure he was about to give her was assuaged when she turned to me and mouthed "I love you" as I began undoing the zipper on the back of her dress.
In short time her dress was down, revealing a lovely teal matching bra and panty set. The panties weren't quite thongs, but they were very dainty lace with thin material crossing high on her waist. They were transparent enough that he could see the tuft of hair above her pussy and the bare lips below. The bra was see through so that her lovely nipples and areolas were exposed.
Terence nodded after taking her in fully in the lovely underwear, "Go ahead, John. Help her take off her bra now. Let me see her breasts."
I followed his instructions and she seemed to hold her breath in as I undid the claps on the back of her bra and drew the straps down off her shoulders. She let the bra fall down her arms and off of her completely, baring her breasts to another man who was about to have intercourse with her for the first time since we were married. I could see a slight chill run up her body and my first instinct was to adjust the room temperature until I realized this was adrenaline pulsing through her. Her breathing got a little more erratic, confirming my belief.
"You simply are god blessed, my Hannah," Terence said, taking her in, "John, are you ready to remove the last barrier between me and your wife's pussy?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Hannah, how badly do you want me to see your pussy?" he asked her.
Speaking with what sounded like a very dry mouth, Hannah answered, "More than anything in the world."
"Did you trim it up especially for me?" he asked her.
"No, he did," she revealed, obviously getting pleasure out of exposing the servitude I demonstrated in having performed that action earlier today.
"Well then it's very appropriate for him to be the one to show off his handiwork. Show me your wife's pussy, John. Finish presenting her to me."
I did as I was commanded. Standing behind her as I was, I put my thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to pull down. She spread her legs slightly to help me get free of her but the moisture of her pussy caused the panties to stick slightly as they were pulled free from her body.
Both Hannah and I sucked in our breath as her pussy was revealed to Terence. His board smile was all we needed to see to know that he was pleased. I can't speak for Hannah, but I found myself stupidly excited to see he was so pleased by her exposed body. Terence's desire for my wife filled me with pride. It aroused me so much to see his desire for my partner.
He motioned with a finger for her to spin around to show off her full body, including her tight ass. After she completed her 360 degree turn, he whistled.
"Damn Hannah, you are one of, if not the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I am so eager to please you like you have never been before. Come over and see what I have for you," Terence told her.
Hannah walked towards him as if she was in a daze and I stepped back and sat in a nearby chair as I watched her go before him. He took her in his strong arms and pulled her body to his as he pressed his mouth to hers in a passionate kiss. His hands reach down to cup each cheek of her ass with a firm grip as he pulled her even closer into is embrace. Hannah suddenly pulled away and looked down. It was apparent that she felt his turgid member pressing into her and she seemed shocked.
She looked back up into his eyes to see him smiling back, knowing what she had become very aware of. Hannah began unbuttoning his shirt sleeved shirt, revealing the broad muscled chest she had seen early that day at the pool. I was lean and had little fat on my body, but I couldn't come close to the musculature that this man possessed. She ran her hands across the ripples of his ebony torso, obviously appreciating the build of this man.
She had trailed down across his 'six pack' abdomen to reach the tops of his linen pants. She undid the button and pulled the zipper down. As his pants began to fall, she pulled the waistband of his briefs out and away from his body as she pulled down on them, revealing to both of us what she had felt seconds ago. I know that in general the size of black men's members are largely exaggerated and that there is some variance between black men to similar degree as men of any race. But my god, Terence was definitely an example of a man that might have played a part in legitimizing that stereotype.
As she worked his underwear and pants down his legs with her left hand, she used her right hand to pull free this cock that made mine look like a baby's. Even semi-erect, Terence's cock looked to be at least 9 inches long and over 6 inches in circumference. Hannah looked at it, then looked up into his eyes. His look showed that he knew that he had her. My wife had chosen well.
Terence put a hand on her shoulder and gently guided her to her knees before him. He smiled victoriously at me as he said to her, "Show me you want this big black cock, Hannah. Prove to me you are worthy of it."
My wife took his large member in her hand and slowly brought her mouth to the head, understanding exactly what his expectation was of her. She licked around the glans and took the head into her mouth, spreading her lips widely to accommodate the size. From my perspective I could see her eyes widen as she worked to get the head even in her mouth.
He ran the fingers on his right hand through her chestnut colored hair and held her there as he cautiously helped her take as much as she could into her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she worked hard to breathe as this cock which seemed to expand even more within her mouth. Her eyes teared up and before I could say anything Terence pulled her off of his cock. As it came out she wretched a bit but quickly recovered and said, "Oh my god it's so big!"
I was deep in cuck zone here, watching this big guy dominate my wife and for her to be so enthralled with him. I was absolutely jealous, but also incredibly aroused. My head was already racing off to imagine her taking his big black cock into her tight white pussy.
She moaned as she returned to licking his now very stiff tool. She was low on the base when I realized that his cock was covering the entire length of her face. It just looked massive laying across my wife's whole face.
She continued to worship his massive cock until he felt that she had shown the appropriate level of appreciation for it. He helped her to her feet and brought her over to our bed. He lifted her up onto it effortlessly and pulled her to the edge. He then went down on one knee and leaned in to smell her opened vulva.
"Oh Hannah. You know, there are many black men who act like they are above eating pussy, like somehow it diminishes their dominance to do so. Let me tell you, those men are fools. I love eating fresh pussy, especially white pussy that belongs to other men. Has your husband been in your pussy today, Hannah?"
"No, Terence. I've been saving my pussy for you today. I just didn't know it until we met."
"Mmmm, that's what I'm talking about. Did you hear that John? Her pussy is mine tonight," he said over his shoulder to me.
He proceeded to extend a large tongue between his full lips and lewdly lap up from the bottom to the top of my wife's pussy. She trembled in what would be her first orgasm of the evening as she felt that rough tongue traverse her whole pussy.
He then used his lips to pull out each of her inner lips one at a time extending her orgasm. This was followed by him circling her clit with his tongue which got her practically bucking on the bed.
Sitting back, Terence said, "Oh yeah, this little filly is more than ready to be rode. Do me a favor, John, can you get the condom out of my pants pocket over there?"
I was again made to serve their illicit coupling, a slight thrill running through me at being dominated as part of the process. I moved quickly to not ruin the mood. The condom wrapper was out of the pocket and into his hand in a flash, but as he tore into the packet my wife spoke up.
"Terence, are you clean?"
"If you mean disease free, yeah. I got a test before my trip just in case."
Hannah then turned to me, "Honey, would you mind if I took Terence into me bare. At least this time. I want to feel his cock entire me bare the first time if you can handle that."
I locked eyes with my wife as she was of her own accord asking me if I was alright with her breaking the barrier she herself had set as a limit she wouldn't cross. It went through my head that this could have been a test, but I just couldn't imagine my wife being manipulative. I imagine the prospect of such a perfect fantasy for her, an experienced well-hung black man being bare in her, combined with the faith in her birth control put her in such a position to change her perspective.
"Hannah, if you want to take this man's big black cock bare into your pussy, I will support that decision. Go ahead and give him your pussy."
"Did you heard that Terence? I have my husband's permission to give you my bare pussy. Do you want to take my pussy bare and claim it as yours?"
"Oh yes, darling," he said, tossing the condom still in its torn package to the side, "I would be more than happy to take this pussy bare. But I must warn John that I'm not sure he's going to get it back anytime soon if I do."
"Fucking take my pussy, Terence," Hannah said. She sounded like a woman possessed and I guess in a way she was.
Terence put the tip of his cock to my wife's pussy and began to press himself into her. Her pussy lips obscenely expanded to accommodate the girth of his walnut-sized head.
"Oooooooooh," she moaned as it begun its entrance into her vagina.
The head eased in as he pushed, seeming to take great care not to hurt her on his initial penetration. She seemed to be caught between trying to pull him into her with her hands and holding him back from going too fast.
"Oh my god, baby, he is soooo big. I can feel him stretching me wide," Hannah said to me. It felt like she was trying to include me and feed my fantasy, but then she went for the jugular.
"OH WOW, HE IS SOOO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOU AND HE'S BARELY EVEN STARTED."
Terence pulled out slightly and then moved back in with a little more intensity causing the head to pop through.
"OOOOOOOOH, YES, IT'S IN ME. KEEP GOING."
Terence pushed forward a bit then nearly pulled back out, making the edge of her vagina bulge along the ridge of his glans, before pushing back into her with increasing intensity.
"BABY LOOK, HE'S AS DEEP INTO ME AS YOU HAVE EVER BEEN AND HE STILL HAS MUCH MORE TO GO."
Terence grinned as he pulled back and then plunged even deeper into my wife's pussy.
"FUCK ME, TERENCE. OH MY GOD I FEEL EVERY INCH OF YOU!"
"Am I deeper in you than your husband has ever been, Hannah?"
"YES, YES, FUCK YES!"
"Does that mean I own that part of your pussy, darling?"
"YES!"
"Tell him, Hannah."
"TERENCE OWNS THAT PART OF MY PUSSY BABY. TERENCE OWNS ALL OF MY PUSSY NOW, BABY."
"Hell yeah I do. I own this pussy now."
"FUCKING TAKE IT TERENCE. TAKE YOUR PUSSY."
Terence bottomed out in my wife. I was shocked that she could take the whole thing in her and she obviously felt it as he kicked off her second orgasm of the evening. She bucked on his cock and as she came through it she kissed him passionately as he leaned over her, legs still on the floor. Their making out was full of a crazy energy and for the first time the feeling of jealousy went from arousing me to hurting me. My stomach bottomed out and I suddenly felt like I may have made a huge mistake agreeing to all of this, despite the fuel from my deepest sexual fantasies.
Terence pulled himself off of her mouth and proceeded to really pound my wife with his massive cock. Her moans were loud and anyone walking by outside our room or in the adjacent rooms would have no doubt whatsoever what was going on in our room.
Demolishing any chance those in earshot would have at rationalizing what they were hearing as anything but the throughs of passion, Hannah exclaimed, "FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK, TERENCE. DON'T STOP. FUCK MY LTTLE WHITE PUSSY."
"WHO'S LITTLE WHITE PUSSY?" he asked her, matching her volume.
"YOUR LITTLE WHITE PUSSY, TERENCE. YOURS."
"ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE ME THIS PUSSY AGAIN, HANNAH?"
"YES, GOD YES. YOU CAN HAVE THIS PUSSY ANYTIME YOU WANT IT, BABY."
Hearing her call him by the name that she used for me was another angst causing trigger. Her pledge to give her pussy to him anytime he wanted it was equally arousing.
Their rutting continued for some time, maybe ten minutes, maybe thirty. I couldn't tell you for sure. But they were both covered in a sheen of sweat and our bed looked like a disaster had hit it.
It became apparent that he was close to cumming and he verbally let her know this.
"You've done it, Hannah. Oh darling, I'm going to cum. Here it comes. Where do you want me to come?" he asked her.
Looking him straight in the eyes, without to have even a thought for me, she told him softly, "Do it baby. Cum inside of me. I want you to cum in me."
I knew this was part of her fantasy, as she revealed to me just earlier today, but I was still shocked.
She wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him deep into her as he howled out and his big ball sack jerked repeatedly, making it obvious he was ejaculating a copious amount of semen into my wife’s accepting womb.
In the midst of their coupling I had pulled my own hard cock out and was jerking off to their mating. I looked down now and realized I had long ago cum all over myself. I got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to clean myself up.
I grabbed a couple of hand towels for them and the bottles of water Terence had mentioned earlier. I took it all over to them but as I approached, I felt very much that I was intruding on their privacy, which in retrospect was a silly thought for me to have. However, that feeling was too overwhelming in the moment and after putting the towels and water down on the nightstand next to them as they we making out still conjoined, I quietly left them alone in the room.
I sent her phone a text that simply said, “I’m fine. Just wanted you to have some privacy. Just text me when you want me to come back.”
I wandered to the elevators and then through the lobby, not quite sure where I intended to go.
We had certainly pushed the limits on exactly what we meant by anything goes. And I don’t suspect this is the end.
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Re: Anything Goes
FYI- I of course know that no sane husband would leave his wife alone in a hotel room with a complete stranger. That will absolutely be addressed in the next chapter.
Re: Anything Goes
OH my !
Very hot chapter !
I just want too read more, now.
Very hot chapter !
I just want too read more, now.
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Chapter 9
I wandered into the hotel bar and remembered what I was doing here probably less than an hour ago.
Suzy the bartender was still working and gave me a strange look as I entered.
Then, it suddenly hit me. Whatever it was I was feeling about being a third wheel or having significant angst about my wife being so intimate with another man, she was still my wife. And I left her, alone with a strange man in a hotel room.
I turned on a dime and started back towards the elevators. I think I may have actually broken into a run. After quickly calling it and jumping in the first available car, I insistently waved off an older couple from getting in the car with me while simultaneously punching the close door button repeatedly.
I quickly came to our floor and hightailed it back to our room. I let myself in, the door closing behind me as I emerged to find my wife alone on our king-sized bed.
“Where did you go?” she said, obviously a bit worried.
I hadn’t been gone that long, maybe ten minutes tops. I was embarrassed that I had left her in such a vulnerable situation. My adrenaline caught up with me and visions of what could have happened tore through my brain, causing me some level of nausea.
Not seeing Terence anywhere, I admittedly for a brief moment thought that maybe I had imagined it all.
Then I heard the flushing of the toilet and the sink running in our bathroom. I saw his clothes still on the floor where I had retrieved the condom that never got used. I noticed that Hannah was still nude, albeit covered with just the top sheet on our bed.
All these things I was dealing with took time and Hannah’s look grew more worried as I failed to answer her question. At this point the door to the bathroom came open and Terence, still naked with his large cock dangling between his thick legs, stepped back into the room.
“I, ummm, just stepped out for some air.”
“Honey, did you forget we have an Oceanside balcony?”
“Oh, yes. Duh,” I said completely unconvincingly.
Terence checked the vibe of the room.
“I guess I should probably go now, let you two reconnect and process this.”
Still feeling like the third wheel myself, I was stupidly about to argue that I should be the one to leave again.
“Yes, Terence. I wish that wasn’t so but we’ve had a long first day considering our early morning flight arrival and adjusting to time zone change. You were absolutely amazing. Thank you for blowing my mind,” Hannah said as she leaned out of the covers and brought her hand to his face to kiss him once more. She was again uncovered and her naked body was once again on full display to both of us.
Terence kissed her passionately, clearly not caring too much of what I thought at this point. Their kiss got increasingly passionate and I honestly thought they were on the verge of having sex together yet again before me. But Hannah pulled away and Terence let her. He quickly dressed himself and left our room, thanking us both again on his way out.
The silence in the room was deafening.
Then Hannah broke the silence and said, “Babe, take your clothes off and come back into bed with me.”
I did as she asked and felt my body connect with hers, feeling her warmth and slightly sweat-dampened skin. It felt so good to hold her body again, to feel her touching me all over at each point our bodies met.
“Are you ok, John?”
“Yes.”
“I was worried about you. I mean, you left me alone with a stranger.”
“I know, I wasn’t thinking clearly. Please forgive me.”
“I do. Are WE ok?” she asked, placing special emphasis on the pronoun of our couplehood.
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Was it what you expected, what you hoped for?”
“Yes and no. It was so visceral in a way I could never have been prepared for.”
“I get that. I’m so sorry I put you in the spot to ok me taking him bare. And for letting him cum in me. I couldn’t control myself in the moment. I may have been fueled to meet your fantasies initially, but I fell into my own there.”
I thought about my response for more than a minute.
“Was I freaked out, yeah a bit. But did I really want you to take him bare, absolutely. If interracial pregnancy risk is your deepest desire you don’t really plan on following through with, I’m more than ok with the thought of it. You’ve read most of what I’ve read…” I trailed off as something hit me.
“What?”
“Oh god, I forgot. You’re sitting there right now with his cum in you.”
“That is very true… do you want to see my pussy.”
“Your pussy?” I asked.
Hannah blushed.
“I got a little carried away there. I blame your stories for feeding me those lines.”
“Hannah, you telling me he owned your pussy was that absolute best part of that, excluding the pleasure you were getting.”
“Oh my god. Honey, if I’m being honest when I said that I really did want him to own my pussy. I wanted to give it to just him.”
“Oh, fuck. Hannah, with the size of that cock he has, I completely don’t blame you. It really turns me on to think of you giving your pussy just to him. You telling him that you had denied me your pussy today, saving it just for him sent my head swimming.”
“Ok, but you still want to see my pussy now, right?”
“Oh, yes! Yes, absolutely.”
Hannah drew back the covers that she had pulled back over herself when Terence had left. It was still pretty bright in our room and honestly I was a little surprised she hadn’t asked to turn the lights down before now. My wife seemed to become a bit of an exhibitionist since we started this trip.
She leaned back and spread her legs for me. Now I know that in many stories there will be descriptions of a woman’s pussy being ‘absolutely destroyed’ and descriptions of ‘gaping pussy’ for hours afterwards. Let me assure that was not the case here. However, I can say that there was a noticeable redness to her sex and that her vagina opening was open more than usual and I could clearly see a bit of his semen dripping out of her, especially as she lifted up and, I’m assuming, did some Kegel exercises flexing her pelvic muscles.
It did not even cross my mind to go down on her, but I couldn’t resist fingering her and feeling his semen.
“You have another man’s seed in you.”
“I have a black man’s seed in me.”
“Does that turn you on?”
“Yes! Should I skip my pill tonight?”
My jaw dropped.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
She laughed at me.
“No, of course not. Not that skipping one pill would mean anything. Now if I skipped more than one, or even three… especially as I’m coming into my ovulation time. Then it would be really dangerous.”
“Do you think you’re going to see him again?”
She bit her lower lip in a cute way.
“I really kinda of didn’t want him to go to be completely honest. I just felt like I owed you some attention and to check in. But I really am pretty exhausted. It was for the best all around. Would I be interested in seeing him tomorrow, yes, if you were ok with it. After all, he does own my pussy now.”
I laughed with her.
“So does that mean no reclaiming sex for me?”
“Oh no, baby. I will absolutely allow you to reclaim me tonight.”
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The next morning was pretty non eventful. We woke up late, recovering from our long day the day before and, well, all the sex.
We hung out on the beach a bit for the late morning after a quick breakfast of room service. I have a bit of a sweet tooth for tropical juices, so I definitely over indulged by having them bring me both Guava juice AND Passion Fruit juice. Hannah just made a comment about me being lucky I was on vacation.
We both had checked our phones for updates from friends and family and sent vacation selfies back. It felt like a normal vacation. Almost.
From time to time, when I looked at Hannah, especially in her bikini out on the beach, all I could think about was how just a few hours before then she was fucking another man. A muscular, well-hung black man. Was she doing it for me? Was she doing it for her? Or was it a little of both?
Terence got in my head. Had Hannah changed? Or was it just my perception of her?
We took a break from the sun in the middle of the day and just curled up together in bed, half dozing. It was like a weird Sword of Damocles was hanging over our head.
After a few hours, we went out and drove around the island a bit. I had rented a jeep that the company had delivered to our hotel, the Honua Kai Resort & Spa. It was fun to go around the north shore on HI-30, through Kapalua up and around to Kahului and then back. We blew through the hours seeing the island and stopping on occasion at shops for clothing, local wares, and sorbet.
As we got closer to the hotel, the weight that had been lifted during our excursion seemed to come back.
Hannah, detecting my mood I'm sure, was the first to speak of it.
"John, are you ok with what we did last night?"
"Yes."
"You're not very convincing. You know, that never needs to happen again. It can be a one-and-done experience. It was only ever meant to be something nice for both of us, not something that you would regret or something that would hurt us."
"I know. But the thing is after what I saw, after how he made you feel, I don't think I would be ok with denying you that kind of pleasure. I loved seeing you feel that way, even if it hurts a little that I can't take you to those heights."
"I love you. What we have is more important and better than that kind of pleasure. Was it great, even exceptional? Yes. Would I give up having it again if it would otherwise mean losing you? Absolutely."
"Has it been on your mind all day?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Have you been thinking about being with Terence again tonight all day?"
Her pause told me a lot.
"Yes."
"Would you be disappointed if it didn't happen again, with Terence, here in Hawaii?"
Another pause.
"Yes."
"If I swore to you that whatever your choice was, I'd still love you unconditionally, would you choose sex with Terence tonight or sex with just me."
She didn't answer.
"Come on, Hannah. This is important."
"I'd choose Terence."
"Why?"
"It's just, different. And I've already broken the seal with him. I feel safe to experiment with him. We're away from home and he is a safe partner. I don't know how we'd get so lucky if we were to try again. And…"
She stopped herself from saying something more.
"What is it?"
"I… I want him to… own my pussy," she finally admitted.
Arousal and angst in equal measures flushed through me as our resort was in suddenly in sight.
I pulled into a parking space and let the silence wash over us as we sat there, thinking about what she said.
"You do?" I finally asked.
"Yes," she replied, meekly, "After all those stories, everything I read, the idea of a man, one more… muscular, more…" she was seeking a word.
"Masculine?" I guessed.
"Well, sort of. I was going to say dominant."
"You want to be dominated?" I confirmed.
Blush washed over her face, "Yes."
"By a man big black cock?"
Her arousal was extremely evident, "Oh god, yes. Is that bad of me?"
I looked at her. I loved her so much. Even in her admission, I found myself loving her more, not less.
"No, Hannah. You're just being true to yourself and being honest with me. How could I fault you for that? Ok, so for now we'll say vacation rules apply. For the rest of this trip, we'll stick with our 'anything goes' rule. After that, we'll see. But for now, at least while we're here in Maui with Terence, if you want to give him your pussy, I will accept your desires."
Hannah didn't respond other to give me a deep, loving kiss.
"You have to know that your strength is an internal strength of knowing who you are and being confident that you can release me in this way and know I'll never go away," she said in a whisper as we finished.
"You better not. I could never find another woman like you," I told her.
"One last thing- if he owns your pussy, really owns your pussy for the next two nights, does that mean I'm cut off?"
"You'll have to ask him," she replied with a smirk.
I wandered into the hotel bar and remembered what I was doing here probably less than an hour ago.
Suzy the bartender was still working and gave me a strange look as I entered.
Then, it suddenly hit me. Whatever it was I was feeling about being a third wheel or having significant angst about my wife being so intimate with another man, she was still my wife. And I left her, alone with a strange man in a hotel room.
I turned on a dime and started back towards the elevators. I think I may have actually broken into a run. After quickly calling it and jumping in the first available car, I insistently waved off an older couple from getting in the car with me while simultaneously punching the close door button repeatedly.
I quickly came to our floor and hightailed it back to our room. I let myself in, the door closing behind me as I emerged to find my wife alone on our king-sized bed.
“Where did you go?” she said, obviously a bit worried.
I hadn’t been gone that long, maybe ten minutes tops. I was embarrassed that I had left her in such a vulnerable situation. My adrenaline caught up with me and visions of what could have happened tore through my brain, causing me some level of nausea.
Not seeing Terence anywhere, I admittedly for a brief moment thought that maybe I had imagined it all.
Then I heard the flushing of the toilet and the sink running in our bathroom. I saw his clothes still on the floor where I had retrieved the condom that never got used. I noticed that Hannah was still nude, albeit covered with just the top sheet on our bed.
All these things I was dealing with took time and Hannah’s look grew more worried as I failed to answer her question. At this point the door to the bathroom came open and Terence, still naked with his large cock dangling between his thick legs, stepped back into the room.
“I, ummm, just stepped out for some air.”
“Honey, did you forget we have an Oceanside balcony?”
“Oh, yes. Duh,” I said completely unconvincingly.
Terence checked the vibe of the room.
“I guess I should probably go now, let you two reconnect and process this.”
Still feeling like the third wheel myself, I was stupidly about to argue that I should be the one to leave again.
“Yes, Terence. I wish that wasn’t so but we’ve had a long first day considering our early morning flight arrival and adjusting to time zone change. You were absolutely amazing. Thank you for blowing my mind,” Hannah said as she leaned out of the covers and brought her hand to his face to kiss him once more. She was again uncovered and her naked body was once again on full display to both of us.
Terence kissed her passionately, clearly not caring too much of what I thought at this point. Their kiss got increasingly passionate and I honestly thought they were on the verge of having sex together yet again before me. But Hannah pulled away and Terence let her. He quickly dressed himself and left our room, thanking us both again on his way out.
The silence in the room was deafening.
Then Hannah broke the silence and said, “Babe, take your clothes off and come back into bed with me.”
I did as she asked and felt my body connect with hers, feeling her warmth and slightly sweat-dampened skin. It felt so good to hold her body again, to feel her touching me all over at each point our bodies met.
“Are you ok, John?”
“Yes.”
“I was worried about you. I mean, you left me alone with a stranger.”
“I know, I wasn’t thinking clearly. Please forgive me.”
“I do. Are WE ok?” she asked, placing special emphasis on the pronoun of our couplehood.
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Was it what you expected, what you hoped for?”
“Yes and no. It was so visceral in a way I could never have been prepared for.”
“I get that. I’m so sorry I put you in the spot to ok me taking him bare. And for letting him cum in me. I couldn’t control myself in the moment. I may have been fueled to meet your fantasies initially, but I fell into my own there.”
I thought about my response for more than a minute.
“Was I freaked out, yeah a bit. But did I really want you to take him bare, absolutely. If interracial pregnancy risk is your deepest desire you don’t really plan on following through with, I’m more than ok with the thought of it. You’ve read most of what I’ve read…” I trailed off as something hit me.
“What?”
“Oh god, I forgot. You’re sitting there right now with his cum in you.”
“That is very true… do you want to see my pussy.”
“Your pussy?” I asked.
Hannah blushed.
“I got a little carried away there. I blame your stories for feeding me those lines.”
“Hannah, you telling me he owned your pussy was that absolute best part of that, excluding the pleasure you were getting.”
“Oh my god. Honey, if I’m being honest when I said that I really did want him to own my pussy. I wanted to give it to just him.”
“Oh, fuck. Hannah, with the size of that cock he has, I completely don’t blame you. It really turns me on to think of you giving your pussy just to him. You telling him that you had denied me your pussy today, saving it just for him sent my head swimming.”
“Ok, but you still want to see my pussy now, right?”
“Oh, yes! Yes, absolutely.”
Hannah drew back the covers that she had pulled back over herself when Terence had left. It was still pretty bright in our room and honestly I was a little surprised she hadn’t asked to turn the lights down before now. My wife seemed to become a bit of an exhibitionist since we started this trip.
She leaned back and spread her legs for me. Now I know that in many stories there will be descriptions of a woman’s pussy being ‘absolutely destroyed’ and descriptions of ‘gaping pussy’ for hours afterwards. Let me assure that was not the case here. However, I can say that there was a noticeable redness to her sex and that her vagina opening was open more than usual and I could clearly see a bit of his semen dripping out of her, especially as she lifted up and, I’m assuming, did some Kegel exercises flexing her pelvic muscles.
It did not even cross my mind to go down on her, but I couldn’t resist fingering her and feeling his semen.
“You have another man’s seed in you.”
“I have a black man’s seed in me.”
“Does that turn you on?”
“Yes! Should I skip my pill tonight?”
My jaw dropped.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
She laughed at me.
“No, of course not. Not that skipping one pill would mean anything. Now if I skipped more than one, or even three… especially as I’m coming into my ovulation time. Then it would be really dangerous.”
“Do you think you’re going to see him again?”
She bit her lower lip in a cute way.
“I really kinda of didn’t want him to go to be completely honest. I just felt like I owed you some attention and to check in. But I really am pretty exhausted. It was for the best all around. Would I be interested in seeing him tomorrow, yes, if you were ok with it. After all, he does own my pussy now.”
I laughed with her.
“So does that mean no reclaiming sex for me?”
“Oh no, baby. I will absolutely allow you to reclaim me tonight.”
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The next morning was pretty non eventful. We woke up late, recovering from our long day the day before and, well, all the sex.
We hung out on the beach a bit for the late morning after a quick breakfast of room service. I have a bit of a sweet tooth for tropical juices, so I definitely over indulged by having them bring me both Guava juice AND Passion Fruit juice. Hannah just made a comment about me being lucky I was on vacation.
We both had checked our phones for updates from friends and family and sent vacation selfies back. It felt like a normal vacation. Almost.
From time to time, when I looked at Hannah, especially in her bikini out on the beach, all I could think about was how just a few hours before then she was fucking another man. A muscular, well-hung black man. Was she doing it for me? Was she doing it for her? Or was it a little of both?
Terence got in my head. Had Hannah changed? Or was it just my perception of her?
We took a break from the sun in the middle of the day and just curled up together in bed, half dozing. It was like a weird Sword of Damocles was hanging over our head.
After a few hours, we went out and drove around the island a bit. I had rented a jeep that the company had delivered to our hotel, the Honua Kai Resort & Spa. It was fun to go around the north shore on HI-30, through Kapalua up and around to Kahului and then back. We blew through the hours seeing the island and stopping on occasion at shops for clothing, local wares, and sorbet.
As we got closer to the hotel, the weight that had been lifted during our excursion seemed to come back.
Hannah, detecting my mood I'm sure, was the first to speak of it.
"John, are you ok with what we did last night?"
"Yes."
"You're not very convincing. You know, that never needs to happen again. It can be a one-and-done experience. It was only ever meant to be something nice for both of us, not something that you would regret or something that would hurt us."
"I know. But the thing is after what I saw, after how he made you feel, I don't think I would be ok with denying you that kind of pleasure. I loved seeing you feel that way, even if it hurts a little that I can't take you to those heights."
"I love you. What we have is more important and better than that kind of pleasure. Was it great, even exceptional? Yes. Would I give up having it again if it would otherwise mean losing you? Absolutely."
"Has it been on your mind all day?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Have you been thinking about being with Terence again tonight all day?"
Her pause told me a lot.
"Yes."
"Would you be disappointed if it didn't happen again, with Terence, here in Hawaii?"
Another pause.
"Yes."
"If I swore to you that whatever your choice was, I'd still love you unconditionally, would you choose sex with Terence tonight or sex with just me."
She didn't answer.
"Come on, Hannah. This is important."
"I'd choose Terence."
"Why?"
"It's just, different. And I've already broken the seal with him. I feel safe to experiment with him. We're away from home and he is a safe partner. I don't know how we'd get so lucky if we were to try again. And…"
She stopped herself from saying something more.
"What is it?"
"I… I want him to… own my pussy," she finally admitted.
Arousal and angst in equal measures flushed through me as our resort was in suddenly in sight.
I pulled into a parking space and let the silence wash over us as we sat there, thinking about what she said.
"You do?" I finally asked.
"Yes," she replied, meekly, "After all those stories, everything I read, the idea of a man, one more… muscular, more…" she was seeking a word.
"Masculine?" I guessed.
"Well, sort of. I was going to say dominant."
"You want to be dominated?" I confirmed.
Blush washed over her face, "Yes."
"By a man big black cock?"
Her arousal was extremely evident, "Oh god, yes. Is that bad of me?"
I looked at her. I loved her so much. Even in her admission, I found myself loving her more, not less.
"No, Hannah. You're just being true to yourself and being honest with me. How could I fault you for that? Ok, so for now we'll say vacation rules apply. For the rest of this trip, we'll stick with our 'anything goes' rule. After that, we'll see. But for now, at least while we're here in Maui with Terence, if you want to give him your pussy, I will accept your desires."
Hannah didn't respond other to give me a deep, loving kiss.
"You have to know that your strength is an internal strength of knowing who you are and being confident that you can release me in this way and know I'll never go away," she said in a whisper as we finished.
"You better not. I could never find another woman like you," I told her.
"One last thing- if he owns your pussy, really owns your pussy for the next two nights, does that mean I'm cut off?"
"You'll have to ask him," she replied with a smirk.
Re: Anything Goes
Chapter 10
I've had most of this next chapter written for some time, but had to catch up to the moment in the story to release it. Glad to finally share it.
We weren't back in our room for long before we got a call on our room phone. Hannah answered it and I could tell from her responses that it was Terence.
After she hung up, she looked a little concerned.
"Babe, It was Terence. He thanked me for a good time and asked if I was interested in being with him again and continuing to explore what we started. I told him yes, but then he told me that first he wants to talk with you. Just you. He asked if you would meet him alone in the bar in about fifteen minutes."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Will you go?"
"I'm guessing it is important that I do?"
"He said that… he said that if you weren't up to talk with him that we couldn't do anything else."
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I found myself downstairs in the bar again. Suzy was back tonight but she had another bartender, a guy, back there with her tonight. I guess they were expecting a bigger crowd as it was Friday night.
I found him quickly and made my way over to him. He stood up and shook my hand as I approached, greeting me with a warm smile.
"So, John. I'm glad we have this opportunity to talk," Terence started in.
"Yeah, same here," I replied, not really meaning it but doing a pretty convincing job of pretending.
"Listen, I know it's got to be weird as hell to sit across from the table with a man who has fucked your wife. And let me stress that final part- YOUR wife. I get that this may have been a fantasy of yours, this all might even have been your idea. But reality is very different, am I right?"
"Yes," I responded. I didn't mean for it to be so terse, but It was hard to come up with anything else.
"First, right out of the gate: Thank you. Sincerely, thank you. I had a fantastic night with Hannah and you. I absolutely value the gifts the pair of you have given me. She gave her body, you gave acceptance and support. I know there is no way possible, no matter how slick I might be, that I would have been with her if it wasn't for your part. It may come as little shock to you, but you two are not the first married couple I have been involved with. I have experience."
This didn't surprise me. He had suggested so last night to Hannah and the way he took control coupled with the things he said to us last night underscored that experience.
"That being said, I want you to know that I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you as well. I find it takes away from the experience with the wife to talk out specifics. But with a husband, a man who's allowing me to access his wife for sex, I find it's helpful to not beat around the bushes. You might get off on a bit of the unknown. You know, a little of 'is he going to prove himself a better man and take my wife from me'. But that's not going to happen here. Hopefully it doesn't take away from your enjoyment, but I won't allow that to happen. That's disrespectful, you know? You giving me such a gift and me taking her away from you. She might get to a point where she wants me fully and not you. Wants to leave you for me. And that's the angst you might have. But I'm not going to do it. If I even have a hint that she wants that, I'm gone. We're done."
"Really?" I ask him.
"Absolutely, John. Trust me, I have been in a position with some wives where it was close. But I just bottom line don't want a wife. And listen, Hannah is amazing. She's definitely elite. One of, if not the very, best. I'm sure you think I say that to each one, but I can assure you I don't. And I'm sure that all of this is probably intermixed with some feelings of doubt, maybe even some concern that it wasn't the right thing to have tried. But she wants it, and you want her to have what she wants."
I felt like he was laying it on a little thick, but I did like his approach.
"So, what do you get out of this? You just dig seeing your wife get pleasure? A little compersion?"
"Compersion?" I asked
"Oh, yeah. Fancy word that just means you get off from your wife's happiness."
"Oh, then yeah, I guess."
"Sure, sure. It's a big motivator for a lot of cucks," Terence said, casually slipping in a word some may view as derogatory. He was judging my reaction. I wasn't giving him much of one.
"That word bother you, John? Are you a cuck? Or do you consider yourself a 'stag'?"
"What's the difference?"
I knew, but I didn't want to make this too easy on him and wanted to know his view.
"A cuck likes some degree of humiliation. A bit of a sub. A stag just likes to share. Maybe gets off on the power of getting his wife to cheat or sharing his superior quality wife. So, based on last night, definitely a cuck, right?"
"If you say so," I replied.
"Oh come on, John. Don't be that way. I'm not saying you're some sissy. It's just you definitely appeared to like the comparisons. I'm asking because I want to know how far I should push that and how far I should get Hannah to push it. The more you're into it, the longer I get to play."
“I get that.”
“So, work with me here. Do the comparisons turn you on?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you like it when your wife tells you I’m fucking her better than you?”
Fuck. That got me.
“Sure.”
“Is there any part of you that wants me to replace you in your wife’s sexual desires?”
Damn. Yeah, he gets it.
“Maybe.”
Terence gives me a knowing look and just nods.
“Ok, ok. I get you. Listen, and this is key. If we continue on, there is a much better than average chance that your wife might be well and truly blacked. Do you get what I’m saying? I’m saying that if we continue to have sex, she will crave black cock and perhaps even outright bar any vaginal penetration by your inferior little white dick. I’m not saying this to be cruel, I’m just trying to make the point very clear. There is a high probability of this happening. This wouldn’t be a reflection of her love for you. It might even be her love for you drives this. Women get a little crazy when they can’t get any pleasure from the penis they’re supposed to be loyal to. Once the itch is scratched, they know what it takes to scratch it again. They grieve a bit, but the solution is right there in front of them. It's just a matter of them, and their husband, accepting the reality."
I just took on what he was saying, nodding slightly.
"What I'm asking you, John, because I'd hate to be viewed by you as someone who messed up a good thing with your wife, is are you prepared if we take this further for that to happen? Now there may be some aspect of that which excites you, but if it goes the way I expect it might, that is going to be a long lasting impact."
"If that were to happen, I will have to live with it."
"Ok. Good. I just wanted to be upfront with that. OK, I have a few more quick questions. Seems like Hannah dug a bit of race play. Don't feel bad about that, I get it. Societal taboos and all that. She got parents who might be a bit shocked if she was with a black man?"
"Oh yeah."
"As I suspected. Man, our parents mess us up, don't they? But it's cool. I'm not going to lie, I get off fucking white women and especially like fucking a married one in front of her husband. So who am I to judge? Alright, I know we dealt with condoms last night. I'm just checking that wasn't a 'in the heat of the moment' thing and that you're both cool with not using them."
"No, it's fine. She's on the pill and we trust you."
"OK, great. But one other thing- what if? You know what I'm saying?"
"'What if her birth control fails?' Is that what you're asking?"
"Yes."
"It will be what it will be," I acknowledged simply.
"Ok… John, do you and/or Hannah have any desires for that to happen?"
"Do we want you to impregnate my wife? No, definitely not."
"Ok, I get that would be complicated. But let's separate fantasy from reality. I'm asking is there a vibe I'm feeling where the IDEA is a turn on."
"Yes."
"Is this more with Hannah than with you?"
"Yes."
"Is there something behind that?"
"It's her story to tell, not mine."
Terence just nods. Then he looks down at his phone and bangs out what I assume to be a text message.
"Alright. I just texted Hannah and told her to come down and gave her some…instructions. Are we good? Do you have any last questions from me?"
"No. I think we're good," I told him. I was a little distracted wondering when he had gotten my wife's phone number. Was this the first time they'd texted today?
"Great. And hey, I mean this: thank you, John. I will treat this gift with value that it reflects."
There is definitely a part of me that felt more at ease than prior to this talk. I felt a hint of concern about being glad-handed. Was he being too nice? Was he conning me? He's almost too slick. But it was just a very minor feeing.
Then Hannah walked in and it felt like the whole room held their breaths simultaneously.
She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her body well. Very thin straps held up the top which had a plunging neckline, showcasing her bosom. More than that, it dipped so low it was obvious that she had no bra on. You could see the inner sides of her breasts clearly. The bottom was short. So short that I had no doubt that if she bent over she’d be exposing herself. And I mean that literally- I saw no signs that she was wearing any underwear. I have never, in all our years together, ever seen her wearing anything close to this revealing.
She walked across the room and everyone stared. I certainly didn’t recognize the dress, so it was either something she had brought with her for this vacation or bought when we stopped for some shopping earlier. I suspect the latter.
As she walked toward us, I prepared to stand to greet her when I heard Terence clear his throat. I looked his way and he gave me a simple shake of his head. It was enough to stop me, but I’m not sure why.
Then he got up, ever so casually, and as Hannah reached us she walked past me to him and gave him a gentle kiss. In front of everyone. People who had seen us together the past few days and breakfast and on the beach. They saw my wife kiss this man.
As they parted, I saw the flushed look on Hannah's face. She was obviously aroused by that simple, very public, kiss.
He helped her into the seat between the two of us, which he pulled to be closer to himself, and he sat back down himself.
"How was that?" he asked me pointedly.
I just smiled a forced smile. Of course it was hot as shit but I tried so hard not to give him too much pleasure from the domination aspect.
Not getting the rise out of me that he wanted, he turned his attention back to Hannah.
"That was wonderful, my dear. You stole the show. You've gotten everyone's attention and they can't take their eyes off of you. How does that make you feel?" Terence asked my wife.
"Excited. Emboldened…. Horny."
"No doubt. There is not a man, nor probably many of the women, present who wouldn't die to be with you tonight. But, as I've texted you, you are mine tonight. We've shown the whole bar that to be the case. You want to be owned though, don't you? You like that everyone here knows that you belong to a strong black man and not your husband tonight."
Through heavily lidded eyes she replied "Yes" in a way that carried with it all the weight regarding what wasn't being said. I believe it was at this point that all her warnings and his earlier warning all hit me. My wife was about to not be fully mine in a way beyond just simply having sex with another man. My stomach did somersaults at that thought. And my already hard dick throbbed.
Terence ordered drinks for the table without asking either of us what we wanted. He was in charge now. We had some light conversation about various topics: news, our jobs, etc. He was reveling in our potential discomfort for being on display. Hannah in her revealing clothes and the both of us for obviously being dominated by him. He must have known what this will do to our arousal. Me being exposed so publicly for being cuckolded; Hannah for being put on display so brazenly and the fact that it would be so obvious that she was to be his tonight.
And the night had only just begun.
I've had most of this next chapter written for some time, but had to catch up to the moment in the story to release it. Glad to finally share it.
We weren't back in our room for long before we got a call on our room phone. Hannah answered it and I could tell from her responses that it was Terence.
After she hung up, she looked a little concerned.
"Babe, It was Terence. He thanked me for a good time and asked if I was interested in being with him again and continuing to explore what we started. I told him yes, but then he told me that first he wants to talk with you. Just you. He asked if you would meet him alone in the bar in about fifteen minutes."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Will you go?"
"I'm guessing it is important that I do?"
"He said that… he said that if you weren't up to talk with him that we couldn't do anything else."
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I found myself downstairs in the bar again. Suzy was back tonight but she had another bartender, a guy, back there with her tonight. I guess they were expecting a bigger crowd as it was Friday night.
I found him quickly and made my way over to him. He stood up and shook my hand as I approached, greeting me with a warm smile.
"So, John. I'm glad we have this opportunity to talk," Terence started in.
"Yeah, same here," I replied, not really meaning it but doing a pretty convincing job of pretending.
"Listen, I know it's got to be weird as hell to sit across from the table with a man who has fucked your wife. And let me stress that final part- YOUR wife. I get that this may have been a fantasy of yours, this all might even have been your idea. But reality is very different, am I right?"
"Yes," I responded. I didn't mean for it to be so terse, but It was hard to come up with anything else.
"First, right out of the gate: Thank you. Sincerely, thank you. I had a fantastic night with Hannah and you. I absolutely value the gifts the pair of you have given me. She gave her body, you gave acceptance and support. I know there is no way possible, no matter how slick I might be, that I would have been with her if it wasn't for your part. It may come as little shock to you, but you two are not the first married couple I have been involved with. I have experience."
This didn't surprise me. He had suggested so last night to Hannah and the way he took control coupled with the things he said to us last night underscored that experience.
"That being said, I want you to know that I want this to be an enjoyable experience for you as well. I find it takes away from the experience with the wife to talk out specifics. But with a husband, a man who's allowing me to access his wife for sex, I find it's helpful to not beat around the bushes. You might get off on a bit of the unknown. You know, a little of 'is he going to prove himself a better man and take my wife from me'. But that's not going to happen here. Hopefully it doesn't take away from your enjoyment, but I won't allow that to happen. That's disrespectful, you know? You giving me such a gift and me taking her away from you. She might get to a point where she wants me fully and not you. Wants to leave you for me. And that's the angst you might have. But I'm not going to do it. If I even have a hint that she wants that, I'm gone. We're done."
"Really?" I ask him.
"Absolutely, John. Trust me, I have been in a position with some wives where it was close. But I just bottom line don't want a wife. And listen, Hannah is amazing. She's definitely elite. One of, if not the very, best. I'm sure you think I say that to each one, but I can assure you I don't. And I'm sure that all of this is probably intermixed with some feelings of doubt, maybe even some concern that it wasn't the right thing to have tried. But she wants it, and you want her to have what she wants."
I felt like he was laying it on a little thick, but I did like his approach.
"So, what do you get out of this? You just dig seeing your wife get pleasure? A little compersion?"
"Compersion?" I asked
"Oh, yeah. Fancy word that just means you get off from your wife's happiness."
"Oh, then yeah, I guess."
"Sure, sure. It's a big motivator for a lot of cucks," Terence said, casually slipping in a word some may view as derogatory. He was judging my reaction. I wasn't giving him much of one.
"That word bother you, John? Are you a cuck? Or do you consider yourself a 'stag'?"
"What's the difference?"
I knew, but I didn't want to make this too easy on him and wanted to know his view.
"A cuck likes some degree of humiliation. A bit of a sub. A stag just likes to share. Maybe gets off on the power of getting his wife to cheat or sharing his superior quality wife. So, based on last night, definitely a cuck, right?"
"If you say so," I replied.
"Oh come on, John. Don't be that way. I'm not saying you're some sissy. It's just you definitely appeared to like the comparisons. I'm asking because I want to know how far I should push that and how far I should get Hannah to push it. The more you're into it, the longer I get to play."
“I get that.”
“So, work with me here. Do the comparisons turn you on?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you like it when your wife tells you I’m fucking her better than you?”
Fuck. That got me.
“Sure.”
“Is there any part of you that wants me to replace you in your wife’s sexual desires?”
Damn. Yeah, he gets it.
“Maybe.”
Terence gives me a knowing look and just nods.
“Ok, ok. I get you. Listen, and this is key. If we continue on, there is a much better than average chance that your wife might be well and truly blacked. Do you get what I’m saying? I’m saying that if we continue to have sex, she will crave black cock and perhaps even outright bar any vaginal penetration by your inferior little white dick. I’m not saying this to be cruel, I’m just trying to make the point very clear. There is a high probability of this happening. This wouldn’t be a reflection of her love for you. It might even be her love for you drives this. Women get a little crazy when they can’t get any pleasure from the penis they’re supposed to be loyal to. Once the itch is scratched, they know what it takes to scratch it again. They grieve a bit, but the solution is right there in front of them. It's just a matter of them, and their husband, accepting the reality."
I just took on what he was saying, nodding slightly.
"What I'm asking you, John, because I'd hate to be viewed by you as someone who messed up a good thing with your wife, is are you prepared if we take this further for that to happen? Now there may be some aspect of that which excites you, but if it goes the way I expect it might, that is going to be a long lasting impact."
"If that were to happen, I will have to live with it."
"Ok. Good. I just wanted to be upfront with that. OK, I have a few more quick questions. Seems like Hannah dug a bit of race play. Don't feel bad about that, I get it. Societal taboos and all that. She got parents who might be a bit shocked if she was with a black man?"
"Oh yeah."
"As I suspected. Man, our parents mess us up, don't they? But it's cool. I'm not going to lie, I get off fucking white women and especially like fucking a married one in front of her husband. So who am I to judge? Alright, I know we dealt with condoms last night. I'm just checking that wasn't a 'in the heat of the moment' thing and that you're both cool with not using them."
"No, it's fine. She's on the pill and we trust you."
"OK, great. But one other thing- what if? You know what I'm saying?"
"'What if her birth control fails?' Is that what you're asking?"
"Yes."
"It will be what it will be," I acknowledged simply.
"Ok… John, do you and/or Hannah have any desires for that to happen?"
"Do we want you to impregnate my wife? No, definitely not."
"Ok, I get that would be complicated. But let's separate fantasy from reality. I'm asking is there a vibe I'm feeling where the IDEA is a turn on."
"Yes."
"Is this more with Hannah than with you?"
"Yes."
"Is there something behind that?"
"It's her story to tell, not mine."
Terence just nods. Then he looks down at his phone and bangs out what I assume to be a text message.
"Alright. I just texted Hannah and told her to come down and gave her some…instructions. Are we good? Do you have any last questions from me?"
"No. I think we're good," I told him. I was a little distracted wondering when he had gotten my wife's phone number. Was this the first time they'd texted today?
"Great. And hey, I mean this: thank you, John. I will treat this gift with value that it reflects."
There is definitely a part of me that felt more at ease than prior to this talk. I felt a hint of concern about being glad-handed. Was he being too nice? Was he conning me? He's almost too slick. But it was just a very minor feeing.
Then Hannah walked in and it felt like the whole room held their breaths simultaneously.
She was wearing a short black dress that hugged her body well. Very thin straps held up the top which had a plunging neckline, showcasing her bosom. More than that, it dipped so low it was obvious that she had no bra on. You could see the inner sides of her breasts clearly. The bottom was short. So short that I had no doubt that if she bent over she’d be exposing herself. And I mean that literally- I saw no signs that she was wearing any underwear. I have never, in all our years together, ever seen her wearing anything close to this revealing.
She walked across the room and everyone stared. I certainly didn’t recognize the dress, so it was either something she had brought with her for this vacation or bought when we stopped for some shopping earlier. I suspect the latter.
As she walked toward us, I prepared to stand to greet her when I heard Terence clear his throat. I looked his way and he gave me a simple shake of his head. It was enough to stop me, but I’m not sure why.
Then he got up, ever so casually, and as Hannah reached us she walked past me to him and gave him a gentle kiss. In front of everyone. People who had seen us together the past few days and breakfast and on the beach. They saw my wife kiss this man.
As they parted, I saw the flushed look on Hannah's face. She was obviously aroused by that simple, very public, kiss.
He helped her into the seat between the two of us, which he pulled to be closer to himself, and he sat back down himself.
"How was that?" he asked me pointedly.
I just smiled a forced smile. Of course it was hot as shit but I tried so hard not to give him too much pleasure from the domination aspect.
Not getting the rise out of me that he wanted, he turned his attention back to Hannah.
"That was wonderful, my dear. You stole the show. You've gotten everyone's attention and they can't take their eyes off of you. How does that make you feel?" Terence asked my wife.
"Excited. Emboldened…. Horny."
"No doubt. There is not a man, nor probably many of the women, present who wouldn't die to be with you tonight. But, as I've texted you, you are mine tonight. We've shown the whole bar that to be the case. You want to be owned though, don't you? You like that everyone here knows that you belong to a strong black man and not your husband tonight."
Through heavily lidded eyes she replied "Yes" in a way that carried with it all the weight regarding what wasn't being said. I believe it was at this point that all her warnings and his earlier warning all hit me. My wife was about to not be fully mine in a way beyond just simply having sex with another man. My stomach did somersaults at that thought. And my already hard dick throbbed.
Terence ordered drinks for the table without asking either of us what we wanted. He was in charge now. We had some light conversation about various topics: news, our jobs, etc. He was reveling in our potential discomfort for being on display. Hannah in her revealing clothes and the both of us for obviously being dominated by him. He must have known what this will do to our arousal. Me being exposed so publicly for being cuckolded; Hannah for being put on display so brazenly and the fact that it would be so obvious that she was to be his tonight.
And the night had only just begun.
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Re: Anything Goes
Looking forward to hearing how the night went
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OMG what super HOT chapters!!!!! Thanks a lot DarrenZ!!!!!
AMAZING!!!!!
Still on my mind this sentence from Hannah: “No, of course not. Not that skipping one pill would mean anything. Now if I skipped more than one, or even three… especially as I’m coming into my ovulation time. Then it would be really dangerous.”
Let's see if they escalate the level up in the pregnancy risk game......
I really hope so...
AMAZING!!!!!
Still on my mind this sentence from Hannah: “No, of course not. Not that skipping one pill would mean anything. Now if I skipped more than one, or even three… especially as I’m coming into my ovulation time. Then it would be really dangerous.”
Let's see if they escalate the level up in the pregnancy risk game......
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Re: Anything Goes
DarrenZ:
During our exchange on Page 1 of this thread on 12/6, you replied: "Let’s just say I leapt ahead and was working on a pivotal scene from chapter 9 that I suspect you’ll likey…"
Well, after Chapters 9 & 10, my appreciation for your writing is WAY BEYOND "likey"!!!
You clearly and succinctly have demonstrated the ability to capture and express to your readers the delicious angst that is the keystone of hotwife genre. Most notably, you have probed (pun intended) the distinction between cuck and stag, and leveraged that descriptive dialogue beautifully to lay the ground work for future interactions that very well may generate so much heat as to mandate a warning label about possible damage to the laptop screens of your loyal readers!
I am in no way blowing smoke when I say that you have the rare gift of truly understanding the hotwife genre and possessing the skills to weaponize the written word in transforming your readers to voyeurs with a front row seat for Hannah's devolution into the depths of the hotwife abyss - with John rendering himself powerless to impose any boundaries as Terrence takes control of the couple's sexual destiny.
BRAVO, DarrenZ! BRAVO!!!
During our exchange on Page 1 of this thread on 12/6, you replied: "Let’s just say I leapt ahead and was working on a pivotal scene from chapter 9 that I suspect you’ll likey…"
Well, after Chapters 9 & 10, my appreciation for your writing is WAY BEYOND "likey"!!!
You clearly and succinctly have demonstrated the ability to capture and express to your readers the delicious angst that is the keystone of hotwife genre. Most notably, you have probed (pun intended) the distinction between cuck and stag, and leveraged that descriptive dialogue beautifully to lay the ground work for future interactions that very well may generate so much heat as to mandate a warning label about possible damage to the laptop screens of your loyal readers!
I am in no way blowing smoke when I say that you have the rare gift of truly understanding the hotwife genre and possessing the skills to weaponize the written word in transforming your readers to voyeurs with a front row seat for Hannah's devolution into the depths of the hotwife abyss - with John rendering himself powerless to impose any boundaries as Terrence takes control of the couple's sexual destiny.
BRAVO, DarrenZ! BRAVO!!!
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I totally agree ,
Bravo !!
Bravo !!
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Could only add "BRAVO BRAVÍSIMO!!!!"Duke Lattimore wrote: ↑Thu Feb 03, 2022 1:05 amDarrenZ:
During our exchange on Page 1 of this thread on 12/6, you replied: "Let’s just say I leapt ahead and was working on a pivotal scene from chapter 9 that I suspect you’ll likey…"
Well, after Chapters 9 & 10, my appreciation for your writing is WAY BEYOND "likey"!!!
You clearly and succinctly have demonstrated the ability to capture and express to your readers the delicious angst that is the keystone of hotwife genre. Most notably, you have probed (pun intended) the distinction between cuck and stag, and leveraged that descriptive dialogue beautifully to lay the ground work for future interactions that very well may generate so much heat as to mandate a warning label about possible damage to the laptop screens of your loyal readers!
I am in no way blowing smoke when I say that you have the rare gift of truly understanding the hotwife genre and possessing the skills to weaponize the written word in transforming your readers to voyeurs with a front row seat for Hannah's devolution into the depths of the hotwife abyss - with John rendering himself powerless to impose any boundaries as Terrence takes control of the couple's sexual destiny.
BRAVO, DarrenZ! BRAVO!!!
Re: Anything Goes
Thanks all. Very kind words that help fuel my writing for sure.
And the bit I was talking about pre-writing was the interaction between Terence and John that slipped to Chapter 10. Only a few tweaks to better capture what happened in the previous chapters were needed.
I'll also add that this is the story that is much more laid out for what is coming next than either of my other stories, which are much more impulsive for where they go. Hannah and John are in for a bumpy ride.
And the bit I was talking about pre-writing was the interaction between Terence and John that slipped to Chapter 10. Only a few tweaks to better capture what happened in the previous chapters were needed.
I'll also add that this is the story that is much more laid out for what is coming next than either of my other stories, which are much more impulsive for where they go. Hannah and John are in for a bumpy ride.
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Chapter 11
It was our second night in Maui and already I was on display as a full on cuckold.
Any guest, any staff member, anyone who saw us all together, would know without any doubt what was going on. It was surreal. I've heard a comedian, Drew Carey I think, describe being a celebrity as like being a bride at a wedding but not ever being able to take your wedding dress off. You are the center of attention wherever you go, whether you wanted it or not.
I was aroused by the embarrassment from the attention we got. The reality is, I always knew that I married above my weight class. Hannah is an amazing woman who was obviously desirable to nearly anyone who saw her. Seeing her sitting next to, and clearly in the thrall of, a strong, confident man like Terence just seemed to make sense.
We had moved from the bar to the restaurant for dinner together. Terence was cool as a cucumber. Aside from communicating with his body language that she was his, hand on her thigh or rubbing her bare arm, he wasn't doing anything flamboyant. He was just in charge.
We talked about what you might typically discuss with someone you just met but intend to deepen relationship with at a dinner party. Politics and world events, hobbies, personal history. We learned that Terence grew up in Atlanta, comes from an upper middle class family, and slayed it in school to score a scholarship to Wharton. He turned it down to go to Howard University because he didn't want to be tokenized and graduated summa cum laude. He got the nod from a top firm and came under the personal tutelage of the firm's top advisor. He made partner in near-record time (a handful of folks had benefitted from nepotism). He had avoided serious relationships because of focus on his job and desire not to be the target of a gold digger.
His first relationship with a couple happened without his knowledge. He picked up the wife similar to his meeting with Hannah but he thought she was just cheating on her husband and some wives do. The second time they met up, she admitted that she had permission and actually asked if she could record their session in a way that protected his identity for her husband's enjoyment. It was through that couple and a few of their friends that he learned about the lifestyle and how pervasive it actually was.
After spending some time with folks who were experience, he spent some time actively seeking women who he could turn into cuckoldresses. He'd string them along in an extended seduction and then would make sure to convert the husband before ever actually being intimate with the wives. It became a bit of an addiction to him, especially getting off on the strong racial component.
In recent years, he told us he's backed off the long conversion campaigns, admitting that the resulting sex wasn't generally worth all the effort. He spotted Hannah and knew we were already keen for it and with just how fine she was, he couldn't resist.
We learned he was socially liberal, but much more conservative leaning financially than we were likely due to his education and career. He liked doing some hardcore backpacking, spending some whole weeks at a time completely cut off from the world out in nature. He kept fit and exercised every day but didn't go so deep that it was about pushing the limits of his strength.
We talked about Hannah's job as a history teacher and my composing career. He asked about Hannah's preferred historical focus and really ate up her insights into the Enlightenment. He had superior knowledge of a broad range of musical styles and engaged in a very informed discussion about my composition style and music theory.
Basically, he was mind fucking us both. He was showing his interest in our work by displaying a wisdom of our respective fields that surpassed what most people would have but did so in a seductive, not a boastful manner. He was able to make it all seem like part of the package.
And that's what scared the shit out of me.
I had a sudden impression of having invited an infestation into my house. A charming, hunky mold on our marriage. I was openly accepting this wealthier, more physically dominant man into our intimacy. I was excited for it, but fearful of the longer term implications.
Hannah was all in. I caught glances towards me. Check ins as to how I was taking it, but the vast majority of her focus was on him. He owned her focus tonight. I felt like the third wheel to their date.
As things wrapped up from our meal, while we were awaiting the check, Terence made the turn.
"John, are you ready?"
"Yes- yes, I believe so," I replied.
"You understand what this entails, right?"
"Tell me."
"Your wife offered for me to have her pussy anytime I want last night. And you're back here today, before me. Handing her to me. Now I know your vacation plans. You're only planning on being here in Maui through Sunday morning. This is your vacation, your time together. I don't want to interfere. But you both want to experiment, right?"
"Yes," I replied and looked at Hannah.
"Yes," Hannah replied, looking right into my eyes. She was incredibly turned on and I could easily tell.
"Good. So what I'm proposing is this: You both come back to my room right now. I will pleasure Hannah, your wife, in front of you. If, or rather when, you cum you get up and leave us. Hannah will stay with me the rest of the night and you return to your room. She will be mine until we decide we're done in the morning. Hannah, is that what you want?"
With a big swallow and a side glance to me, she replied, "Yes."
"John?"
"Yeah, if that's what she wants."
"No, John. I need to know it's what you want too."
"She wants you to own her pussy and I want it as well," I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady.
Terence's eyebrows went up. I guess it was my time to shock him.
"Well alright then. But if I own her pussy, as you say, then that means it's really mine? No reclaiming?" Terence asked pointedly, despite the waiter standing before him handing him the check.
"No. That is understood," I agreed.
The waiter looked uncomfortable as he was witness to the conversation. I kinda felt bad for him.
Terence exaggeratedly reviewed the bill and then signed it, dismissing the waiter.
"Alright, then let's go," he said.
He got up and helped my wife up from her seat, leading her out of the restaurant. For the second night in a row, I followed close behind as another man walked my wife across the lobby in order to fuck her.
As a husband, it hurt. As a cuckold, it was fucking delicious.
We got in the elevator along with a couple who were obviously on their honeymoon. I was between the couple and the two of them. I was thankful that I was because Terence slipped his hand between Hannah's thighs from behind and up her skirt. It was absolutely obvious that he was fingering her. It may have just been my imagination, but I swear I could hear her wet pussy sloshing.
I saw the bride, a cute short brunette, glance over at Hannah and Terence, followed by a look to me to, I guess, judge my reaction. I saw the look of concern in her eyes, but then a smile. Like she knew what the deal was. They got off on the 5th floor, our floor. I saw the bride wink at us as they turned down the corridor before the doors closed.
As soon as the door closed, Hannah let out a moan that she had obviously been working hard to stifle while the couple had been in the elevator with us.
“Is this mine?”he asked her.
“Mmm-hmmm,” she moaned.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“My pussy is yours,” she said obviously turned on.
“Not your husband’s?”
“Not tonight. Not tomorrow. You own my pussy.”
“That’s right. He told me you want me to own this pussy. I like that. He does too. Bet you wish I could own it forever, don’t you?”
Hannah let out a deep guttural moan just as the doors opened on his floor.
“Come on. I think you’re going to like my room.”
Terence removed his hand and took her left hand as he guided her to his door with me in tow.
He used his keycard and we entered together. His room was like three times the size of ours. A wide living room area in the center, a kitchen and dining area to the left, and a bedroom similar to ours to the right.
“Take your dress off, Hannah,” he said.
My wife complied, lifting her black dress up and off her head. She took my breath away as I saw she was not wearing any undergarments.
She always had a very vulnerable look when she stood naked. Not necessarily a shyness, more a slightly uncomfortable response to her exposure even when it was just the two of us.
“Look at you Hannah. Gorgeous. While I struggle to comprehend what drives a husband with a wife as attractive as you to be with another man, I am certainly thankful men like John exist.”
After a moment just taking her in, he continued.
"John, would you do anything to please this wife of yours?"
"Yes," I answered. I was trepidatious about where this might be going.
"Take off your clothes, John."
I did as he told me too. It was obvious to all that I was aroused already as I removed my clothes. My erection was strong. Hannah looked at me and took in my body as I stood naked before the pair of them. I was not very fit. I didn't have much of a belly, but I was a musician who spent most of my days hovering over a keyboard and computer. I had a slender frame and wasn't very tall. And my cock, even at my most erect as it was at this moment, was at most 5 inches.
"Come here, John."
I'm sure there was fear in my eyes. I was worried that he might want me to do something sexual to him and I wasn't into that. I have never in my life felt that way, so under control by another man, and certainly have never had any erotic thoughts about another man. I still didn't. The prospect of doing something sexual with him was a turn off and yet if he told me to, truth be told, I likely would have.
"Take my clothes off for your wife, John. Unwrap your gift to her."
I did as he said, trying not to look him in the eyes. I didn't want to give up my manhood. I did what he told me to, I was subservient to this alpha male who was about to take my wife, but I tried not to reveal my weakness any more than I had to.
I removed his shirt and then I reached down to unbuckle his pants. I heard Hannah's breath intake sharply behind me as I pulled his pants down, revealing his massive black cock. Even semierect, it made my cock look like a young boy's. I know he was smiling as I stood before him awaiting his next command.
"Turn around and face Hannah."
I did as he said. We stood side by side in front of my naked and very aroused wife. His muscular black body with the superior cock next to my thin white body with my thin small dick.
"Hannah, do you see the comparison between your naked white husband and me? Come over and take both of our cocks in your hands."
She did as he told her to.
"Do you feel the difference in our cocks? Do you feel the weight, the length, and the girth differences? Do you remember what it was like to have my cock inside your pussy and what it has felt like to have your husband's dick inside your pussy? Did you feel his dick in your pussy after I fucked you, when he had sex with you after we had sex?"
The questions felt rhetorical, as if he was wanting to drive her deep into the space where the comparison between us would heighten her arousal. But Hannah answered him.
"No, I didn't feel his dick after you fucked me. It's why I wanted to be with you again."
Terence nodded, "Hannah, tell me. Who's body do you crave right now?"
"Yours."
"Who's cock do you want inside your pussy?"
"Yours. Just yours."
"Because it's my pussy?"
"Yes. You own my pussy."
"John, do me a favor. Get down on your knees before your wife. I want you to check for me how wet she is. Just use your tongue. Not your hands."
I did as he requested, knowing that it was really an order. I knelt before my wife and she spread her legs to give me access. I stuck my tongue out and began to probe her slit only to find it absolutely dripping.
"She's really wet, isn't she John? She's not wet for you. She's wet for me. Her pussy wants to make sure it's well-lubricated for my big cock. I'm certain she never gets that wet for your little guy, am I right?"
I had to withdraw my tongue to answer him and she moaned when I did, "No, never this wet."
"Do me another favor while you're down there, John. Please lick and suck up as much of her juices as you can. I don't want her so wet that she doesn't really feel my cock in her. I'm afraid I've gotten her a little too aroused."
My cuck angst washed over me, especially when I felt her hand on my head to grind my face into her dripping pussy. A man, a stronger more dominant man, was having me prepare my wife's pussy for him. I loved it and from the moans she was making and how much she was pressing me into her, really riding my face, I could tell she did too.
Then suddenly he said, "Ok, that's enough. I don't want you getting off my pussy."
I stopped and Hannah groaned as I pulled away. I looked up into her eyes and she was gone. Deep, deep into her own arousal.
I moved out of the way as Terence approached. He roughly spun her around and pushed her to lean over the bed. He penetrated her without easing in and she screamed. I was about to step in when she followed up with an, "Oh YES!"
They began mating in front of me. Terence just took my wife like the dominant man in the room he was and just laid into her. And she loved it. I have never seen Hannah act like this. She was on her tiptoes, stretching her calves, and doing everything she could to keep her balance with her arms on the bed.
I walked around to see her face. She looked up at me with heavily lidded, lust-filled eyes.
"Ooooooh, thank you honey. Thank you for letting Terence have my pussy. I don't deserve you. Oooooooh god, it's so good. He is fucking me so good. His dick is so much bigger than yours. This feels much better than when you fuck me. Uhhh. Sorry, babe."
She didn't need to be sorry. This is what it was all about. I recognized in this moment what fortune we had. That this was what I desired and that we found someone who understood our needs who met her own desires. This is stars aligning kind of stuff.
It was painful to hear and see her moaning and enjoying the sex so much and for her to vocally tell me that it was better and that he was bigger. But it was also that pain that drove my arousal. It felt like this might become the new norm for us, even post this vacation.
Of course, after our talk just the day before, I couldn't ignore the one aspect of her admitted desires that seemed even now, with as far as we had gone so fast, like the third rail of our kink. She was going bare with this man who was still a relative stranger to us. She was protected by birth control but any slip up, any failure, could end up with her not only pregnant by another man, but a black man at that. I felt the fear and implications of that in my gut. Yet it only excited me more. Fuck, was I starting to genuinely desire for that to happen myself? Who would reign us in if we both were drunk with desire over the possibility?
And it was at that moment when, absently stroking myself over the thought of this man impregnating my wife that I came. Then horror struck me. I had agreed to leave after I came. To leave this man to have his way with my wife alone, for the whole night.
I looked into his eyes and he smiled the smile of a conquering warrior. My arousal beat out over my commonsense and now I was to be banished.
I then looked down to see Hannah who looked me in the eyes after witnessing my wilting member leak the remainder of my ejaculation.
"Wait," was all she moaned.
And then he fucked her into a tremendous orgasm directly in front of me. Her legs shook so bad that he had to hold her up by her hips so that she wouldn't fall.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!! Oh fuck, oh Terence, oh my god, YEEEEESSSSSSS!"
She wanted me to witness her orgasm. She didn't want me to leave before seeing it.
Terence kept ramming his massive tool into her, through her orgasm. She might have been done with him but he was not done with her.
"Thanks again, John. She is an amazing lay. We'll see you in the morning, ok?"
And just like that, I was dismissed. I pulled my clothes together and pulled them onto my body, watching as he continued to pleasure my wife. She had hit a second wave past her orgasm and was back on more steady legs. I seemed forgotten to the mating couple. I wanted to go to Hannah, to at least kiss her goodbye. But I was obeying the rule I had agreed to, so I opened the door to leave the room. As I walked through it and closed the door behind me, I heard Terence bellow as he came into my wife.
It was our second night in Maui and already I was on display as a full on cuckold.
Any guest, any staff member, anyone who saw us all together, would know without any doubt what was going on. It was surreal. I've heard a comedian, Drew Carey I think, describe being a celebrity as like being a bride at a wedding but not ever being able to take your wedding dress off. You are the center of attention wherever you go, whether you wanted it or not.
I was aroused by the embarrassment from the attention we got. The reality is, I always knew that I married above my weight class. Hannah is an amazing woman who was obviously desirable to nearly anyone who saw her. Seeing her sitting next to, and clearly in the thrall of, a strong, confident man like Terence just seemed to make sense.
We had moved from the bar to the restaurant for dinner together. Terence was cool as a cucumber. Aside from communicating with his body language that she was his, hand on her thigh or rubbing her bare arm, he wasn't doing anything flamboyant. He was just in charge.
We talked about what you might typically discuss with someone you just met but intend to deepen relationship with at a dinner party. Politics and world events, hobbies, personal history. We learned that Terence grew up in Atlanta, comes from an upper middle class family, and slayed it in school to score a scholarship to Wharton. He turned it down to go to Howard University because he didn't want to be tokenized and graduated summa cum laude. He got the nod from a top firm and came under the personal tutelage of the firm's top advisor. He made partner in near-record time (a handful of folks had benefitted from nepotism). He had avoided serious relationships because of focus on his job and desire not to be the target of a gold digger.
His first relationship with a couple happened without his knowledge. He picked up the wife similar to his meeting with Hannah but he thought she was just cheating on her husband and some wives do. The second time they met up, she admitted that she had permission and actually asked if she could record their session in a way that protected his identity for her husband's enjoyment. It was through that couple and a few of their friends that he learned about the lifestyle and how pervasive it actually was.
After spending some time with folks who were experience, he spent some time actively seeking women who he could turn into cuckoldresses. He'd string them along in an extended seduction and then would make sure to convert the husband before ever actually being intimate with the wives. It became a bit of an addiction to him, especially getting off on the strong racial component.
In recent years, he told us he's backed off the long conversion campaigns, admitting that the resulting sex wasn't generally worth all the effort. He spotted Hannah and knew we were already keen for it and with just how fine she was, he couldn't resist.
We learned he was socially liberal, but much more conservative leaning financially than we were likely due to his education and career. He liked doing some hardcore backpacking, spending some whole weeks at a time completely cut off from the world out in nature. He kept fit and exercised every day but didn't go so deep that it was about pushing the limits of his strength.
We talked about Hannah's job as a history teacher and my composing career. He asked about Hannah's preferred historical focus and really ate up her insights into the Enlightenment. He had superior knowledge of a broad range of musical styles and engaged in a very informed discussion about my composition style and music theory.
Basically, he was mind fucking us both. He was showing his interest in our work by displaying a wisdom of our respective fields that surpassed what most people would have but did so in a seductive, not a boastful manner. He was able to make it all seem like part of the package.
And that's what scared the shit out of me.
I had a sudden impression of having invited an infestation into my house. A charming, hunky mold on our marriage. I was openly accepting this wealthier, more physically dominant man into our intimacy. I was excited for it, but fearful of the longer term implications.
Hannah was all in. I caught glances towards me. Check ins as to how I was taking it, but the vast majority of her focus was on him. He owned her focus tonight. I felt like the third wheel to their date.
As things wrapped up from our meal, while we were awaiting the check, Terence made the turn.
"John, are you ready?"
"Yes- yes, I believe so," I replied.
"You understand what this entails, right?"
"Tell me."
"Your wife offered for me to have her pussy anytime I want last night. And you're back here today, before me. Handing her to me. Now I know your vacation plans. You're only planning on being here in Maui through Sunday morning. This is your vacation, your time together. I don't want to interfere. But you both want to experiment, right?"
"Yes," I replied and looked at Hannah.
"Yes," Hannah replied, looking right into my eyes. She was incredibly turned on and I could easily tell.
"Good. So what I'm proposing is this: You both come back to my room right now. I will pleasure Hannah, your wife, in front of you. If, or rather when, you cum you get up and leave us. Hannah will stay with me the rest of the night and you return to your room. She will be mine until we decide we're done in the morning. Hannah, is that what you want?"
With a big swallow and a side glance to me, she replied, "Yes."
"John?"
"Yeah, if that's what she wants."
"No, John. I need to know it's what you want too."
"She wants you to own her pussy and I want it as well," I replied, struggling to keep my voice steady.
Terence's eyebrows went up. I guess it was my time to shock him.
"Well alright then. But if I own her pussy, as you say, then that means it's really mine? No reclaiming?" Terence asked pointedly, despite the waiter standing before him handing him the check.
"No. That is understood," I agreed.
The waiter looked uncomfortable as he was witness to the conversation. I kinda felt bad for him.
Terence exaggeratedly reviewed the bill and then signed it, dismissing the waiter.
"Alright, then let's go," he said.
He got up and helped my wife up from her seat, leading her out of the restaurant. For the second night in a row, I followed close behind as another man walked my wife across the lobby in order to fuck her.
As a husband, it hurt. As a cuckold, it was fucking delicious.
We got in the elevator along with a couple who were obviously on their honeymoon. I was between the couple and the two of them. I was thankful that I was because Terence slipped his hand between Hannah's thighs from behind and up her skirt. It was absolutely obvious that he was fingering her. It may have just been my imagination, but I swear I could hear her wet pussy sloshing.
I saw the bride, a cute short brunette, glance over at Hannah and Terence, followed by a look to me to, I guess, judge my reaction. I saw the look of concern in her eyes, but then a smile. Like she knew what the deal was. They got off on the 5th floor, our floor. I saw the bride wink at us as they turned down the corridor before the doors closed.
As soon as the door closed, Hannah let out a moan that she had obviously been working hard to stifle while the couple had been in the elevator with us.
“Is this mine?”he asked her.
“Mmm-hmmm,” she moaned.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“My pussy is yours,” she said obviously turned on.
“Not your husband’s?”
“Not tonight. Not tomorrow. You own my pussy.”
“That’s right. He told me you want me to own this pussy. I like that. He does too. Bet you wish I could own it forever, don’t you?”
Hannah let out a deep guttural moan just as the doors opened on his floor.
“Come on. I think you’re going to like my room.”
Terence removed his hand and took her left hand as he guided her to his door with me in tow.
He used his keycard and we entered together. His room was like three times the size of ours. A wide living room area in the center, a kitchen and dining area to the left, and a bedroom similar to ours to the right.
“Take your dress off, Hannah,” he said.
My wife complied, lifting her black dress up and off her head. She took my breath away as I saw she was not wearing any undergarments.
She always had a very vulnerable look when she stood naked. Not necessarily a shyness, more a slightly uncomfortable response to her exposure even when it was just the two of us.
“Look at you Hannah. Gorgeous. While I struggle to comprehend what drives a husband with a wife as attractive as you to be with another man, I am certainly thankful men like John exist.”
After a moment just taking her in, he continued.
"John, would you do anything to please this wife of yours?"
"Yes," I answered. I was trepidatious about where this might be going.
"Take off your clothes, John."
I did as he told me too. It was obvious to all that I was aroused already as I removed my clothes. My erection was strong. Hannah looked at me and took in my body as I stood naked before the pair of them. I was not very fit. I didn't have much of a belly, but I was a musician who spent most of my days hovering over a keyboard and computer. I had a slender frame and wasn't very tall. And my cock, even at my most erect as it was at this moment, was at most 5 inches.
"Come here, John."
I'm sure there was fear in my eyes. I was worried that he might want me to do something sexual to him and I wasn't into that. I have never in my life felt that way, so under control by another man, and certainly have never had any erotic thoughts about another man. I still didn't. The prospect of doing something sexual with him was a turn off and yet if he told me to, truth be told, I likely would have.
"Take my clothes off for your wife, John. Unwrap your gift to her."
I did as he said, trying not to look him in the eyes. I didn't want to give up my manhood. I did what he told me to, I was subservient to this alpha male who was about to take my wife, but I tried not to reveal my weakness any more than I had to.
I removed his shirt and then I reached down to unbuckle his pants. I heard Hannah's breath intake sharply behind me as I pulled his pants down, revealing his massive black cock. Even semierect, it made my cock look like a young boy's. I know he was smiling as I stood before him awaiting his next command.
"Turn around and face Hannah."
I did as he said. We stood side by side in front of my naked and very aroused wife. His muscular black body with the superior cock next to my thin white body with my thin small dick.
"Hannah, do you see the comparison between your naked white husband and me? Come over and take both of our cocks in your hands."
She did as he told her to.
"Do you feel the difference in our cocks? Do you feel the weight, the length, and the girth differences? Do you remember what it was like to have my cock inside your pussy and what it has felt like to have your husband's dick inside your pussy? Did you feel his dick in your pussy after I fucked you, when he had sex with you after we had sex?"
The questions felt rhetorical, as if he was wanting to drive her deep into the space where the comparison between us would heighten her arousal. But Hannah answered him.
"No, I didn't feel his dick after you fucked me. It's why I wanted to be with you again."
Terence nodded, "Hannah, tell me. Who's body do you crave right now?"
"Yours."
"Who's cock do you want inside your pussy?"
"Yours. Just yours."
"Because it's my pussy?"
"Yes. You own my pussy."
"John, do me a favor. Get down on your knees before your wife. I want you to check for me how wet she is. Just use your tongue. Not your hands."
I did as he requested, knowing that it was really an order. I knelt before my wife and she spread her legs to give me access. I stuck my tongue out and began to probe her slit only to find it absolutely dripping.
"She's really wet, isn't she John? She's not wet for you. She's wet for me. Her pussy wants to make sure it's well-lubricated for my big cock. I'm certain she never gets that wet for your little guy, am I right?"
I had to withdraw my tongue to answer him and she moaned when I did, "No, never this wet."
"Do me another favor while you're down there, John. Please lick and suck up as much of her juices as you can. I don't want her so wet that she doesn't really feel my cock in her. I'm afraid I've gotten her a little too aroused."
My cuck angst washed over me, especially when I felt her hand on my head to grind my face into her dripping pussy. A man, a stronger more dominant man, was having me prepare my wife's pussy for him. I loved it and from the moans she was making and how much she was pressing me into her, really riding my face, I could tell she did too.
Then suddenly he said, "Ok, that's enough. I don't want you getting off my pussy."
I stopped and Hannah groaned as I pulled away. I looked up into her eyes and she was gone. Deep, deep into her own arousal.
I moved out of the way as Terence approached. He roughly spun her around and pushed her to lean over the bed. He penetrated her without easing in and she screamed. I was about to step in when she followed up with an, "Oh YES!"
They began mating in front of me. Terence just took my wife like the dominant man in the room he was and just laid into her. And she loved it. I have never seen Hannah act like this. She was on her tiptoes, stretching her calves, and doing everything she could to keep her balance with her arms on the bed.
I walked around to see her face. She looked up at me with heavily lidded, lust-filled eyes.
"Ooooooh, thank you honey. Thank you for letting Terence have my pussy. I don't deserve you. Oooooooh god, it's so good. He is fucking me so good. His dick is so much bigger than yours. This feels much better than when you fuck me. Uhhh. Sorry, babe."
She didn't need to be sorry. This is what it was all about. I recognized in this moment what fortune we had. That this was what I desired and that we found someone who understood our needs who met her own desires. This is stars aligning kind of stuff.
It was painful to hear and see her moaning and enjoying the sex so much and for her to vocally tell me that it was better and that he was bigger. But it was also that pain that drove my arousal. It felt like this might become the new norm for us, even post this vacation.
Of course, after our talk just the day before, I couldn't ignore the one aspect of her admitted desires that seemed even now, with as far as we had gone so fast, like the third rail of our kink. She was going bare with this man who was still a relative stranger to us. She was protected by birth control but any slip up, any failure, could end up with her not only pregnant by another man, but a black man at that. I felt the fear and implications of that in my gut. Yet it only excited me more. Fuck, was I starting to genuinely desire for that to happen myself? Who would reign us in if we both were drunk with desire over the possibility?
And it was at that moment when, absently stroking myself over the thought of this man impregnating my wife that I came. Then horror struck me. I had agreed to leave after I came. To leave this man to have his way with my wife alone, for the whole night.
I looked into his eyes and he smiled the smile of a conquering warrior. My arousal beat out over my commonsense and now I was to be banished.
I then looked down to see Hannah who looked me in the eyes after witnessing my wilting member leak the remainder of my ejaculation.
"Wait," was all she moaned.
And then he fucked her into a tremendous orgasm directly in front of me. Her legs shook so bad that he had to hold her up by her hips so that she wouldn't fall.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!! Oh fuck, oh Terence, oh my god, YEEEEESSSSSSS!"
She wanted me to witness her orgasm. She didn't want me to leave before seeing it.
Terence kept ramming his massive tool into her, through her orgasm. She might have been done with him but he was not done with her.
"Thanks again, John. She is an amazing lay. We'll see you in the morning, ok?"
And just like that, I was dismissed. I pulled my clothes together and pulled them onto my body, watching as he continued to pleasure my wife. She had hit a second wave past her orgasm and was back on more steady legs. I seemed forgotten to the mating couple. I wanted to go to Hannah, to at least kiss her goodbye. But I was obeying the rule I had agreed to, so I opened the door to leave the room. As I walked through it and closed the door behind me, I heard Terence bellow as he came into my wife.
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Re: Anything Goes
Deliciously hot !
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Re: Anything Goes
SUPER HOT chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
I would love Terrence experience continue afterwards their holidays.... Could it be...?
I would love Terrence experience continue afterwards their holidays.... Could it be...?
Re: Anything Goes
Fantastic Story. I can't wait to ride along with John's further descent.