The following is a true story about how I got to know my wife after twenty years of marriage.
My wife Lisa is a beautiful woman. We have known each other since 3rd grade as we both grew up in the same small Texas town. I can honestly say that I have been in love with her since I first saw her. It started out as a puppy love crush then advanced to dating and finally marriage after we left college. Now twenty odd years later she still has the same cheerleader figure. At 5'7" and 128 lbs with dark brown she looks more like a thirty year old hottie than a forty-three year old mother of two.
We have enjoyed a great sex life during our marriage. First, there was the passion of being newlyweds and the freedom that exists before the kids are born. Later, it settled into a period of fulfilling but uneventful sex as it seemed the kids always had something going on that left us exhausted at the end of the day. She has only been with two men in her life. Me, of course, and one other man in college that she had a brief fling with while we were fighting over something neither of us can remember now.
Suddenly, the kids were driving and had their freedom and then they were off to college and where we were once the center of their world we were now more of an afterthought. We laughed about it as all parents and all kids have gone through the same thing. The upside about it though was now we had all the free time we wanted. It seemed to all happen so quickly that we really hadn't put much thought into filling the void so we found ourselves most evenings to ourselves trying to find something interesting to do.
Slowly, we found the sexual side of things beginning to heat back up. It began as simply more frequent sex as we didn't have to find stolen moments and progressed into marathon sessions of making love that often found us exhausted at work the next day as our play had gone on well past midnight. We had always been rather conservative in bed. On my part, I think I worshipped her so much I treated her like a China doll. Something like a Madonna complex. However, as we enjoyed our new sexual freedom we also found that some of the "rules" were changing too. We began talking erotically to each other during our love making and her use of dirty words, something she had never done before, always resulted in strong orgasms from both of us.
I think the event that lead to our sexual breakthrough was when we decided to put our fantasies on paper. We were sitting around reading and drinking coffee one night when the subject of sex came up. I was feeling a bit bold that evening so I began pestering her about her fantasies. I wanted her to tell me what she fantasized about when she was alone masturbating. This was still a difficult subject for her so after some prodding with little results I had an idea. We would each take ten cards and envelopes and write down a fantasy we wanted to try. Then we would take the twenty cards and put them in a big cookie jar we had and every couple weeks we would pull one out. This idea interested Lisa a great deal so I jumped up and grabbed the stationary and pens before she changed her mind.
We giggled like teenagers as we put down our ideas. We were across the room from each other so neither could see what the other was writing but every so often we would make eye contact and break out in mischievous grins. In about 20 minutes we were through and we collected the cards, now safely enclosed in envelopes, and put them in the jar.
The idea of the cards and the documentation of the fantasies to put on them had left Lisa somewhat excited. I decided now was the time to go for broke so I boldly informed her that if we opened a card, we were definitely going to experience the fantasy. That statement took her back for a moment and she started asking what I had put down. I refused to give her any hints and told her again that if we open the envelope we would do what it said. She didn't reply verbally but after a moment of hesitation she nodded her head yes.
Interestingly, she now wanted to immediately open a card. I laughed at her wanton excitement as she playfully tried to kick me. After shaking the cookie jar to mix the cards up, I let her reach in and withdraw one. Lisa slowly opened the envelope and as she read it I saw her body tense and a gasp come from her mouth. She looked at me with a stunned expression as I took it from her and read. Of course, it was one of mine and it said that she was to wear a short skirt and go to a shoe store and try on shoes so that the male clerk could see her pussy. She asked if I was serious and I told her I was absolutely serious.
I sensed that this was a crucial point and I didn't want her to back down so I told her in a dominant tone to go get ready. She immediately locked onto me with a hard stare but after several seconds of me not blinking she got on her feet and went to the bedroom. I must say at that point my cock was rock hard and I was almost shaking in my excitement. This was certainly uncharted ground for us and I was frankly surprised I had made it this far.
Some time went by and just when I thought she had probably just gone to bed she came out wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse.
Lisa asked, "Are you sure about this?" Lisa asked.
"Absolutely!" I replied grabbing my keys and billfold as we headed for the door.
Unfortunately, it was difficult to find the right kind of store. I wanted it to be an upscale boutique with a youngish clerk working. However, it was after 7:00 PM so I didn't have a lot of time and I was worried Lisa would get cold feet. Finally, after several failed tries, we ended up at Sak's in the mall.
The clerk was older, probably mid-fifties but the layout was perfect as the shoe section opened up to the mall corridor so I could sit on a bench and watch. Lisa entered the store and was quickly approached by the clerk. After chatting about various styles, the clerk left to go get her size and had Lisa sit on a chair. He returned shortly with several kinds of zip up boots and sat on a low stool directly in front of her.
Lisa had kicked off her sandals leaving her feet ready and had her legs spread a little more than normal but not overtly noticeable. The clerk took a boot and placed in on her foot and then started zipping it up the side. The moment he noticed what was open before him was priceless. About two thirds up the zipper he just stopped and stared. The stare must have lasted a good ten seconds before he began fumbling with the zipper then completed pulling it up. He quickly grabbed the other boot and took his time putting it on her foot as he openly stared at her exposed pussy.
I could also tell that Lisa was getting into it as she spread her legs a little more and then asked to try on other pairs all the time the clerk was openly staring between her legs. Finally, she rose to leave having decided not to buy anything with the clerk chasing her all the way to the door imploring her to try on something else.
I met Lisa at our car and as I kissed her I lifted her skirt and found that she was totally soaked.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" I whispered in her ear.
"Take me home." She replied breathlessly.
I continued massaging her pussy as we made the short drive home and as we hit the front door, clothes were flying as we mauled each other on the way to the bedroom. I slipped my cock inside her and began talking to her very provocatively as I slammed into her telling her hot she looked and asking her if it made her hot. Her answer was a strong orgasm that almost threw me off. Then something happened that blew me away and had me cumming in seconds.
"Do you like me being a slut for you?" Lisa whispered in my ear
Like I said I couldn't believe my ears but I erupted from the eroticism of my sweet innocent wife of 20 years saying those words. After we came down, we cuddled until we fell asleep but twice during the night we awoke each other and repeated our love making.
Even though we didn't open another card for several weeks, the flashing and the fact that our fantasies were in the cookie jar kept our sexual energy at a high level. I think we both also realized that there was a side to each of us that the other had not fully appreciated.
The next card we opened was hers and it involved having sex on a roof top. When I asked her where that idea came from she looked a little embarrassed. I quickly moved on realizing that if I wanted my wife too truly open up I could not be judgmental in any way. Fortunately, a friend of mine owns and manages real estate so I was able to procure from him a roof access key to a building with only a minimal amount of questions and ribbing.
The building was seven stories so it wasn't huge but Lisa liked it immensely. We went up with a bottle of wine and some blankets and spent several hours making love under a beautiful night sky. Our talk during sex had become a regular thing and we both enjoyed the naughty feeling it provided.
"Do you like being my little slut?" I asked emboldened by the wine and my lust as I stroked deeply inside her.
"Yes I do." Lisa replied without hesitation.
About another week went by before we had time to open a third card and during that time we continued making love every night like newlyweds. It was an incredible experience and we felt like we were totally connected emotionally. When she opened the third card she got that same surprised look that she had on the first. Of course, again I knew it was one of mine.
"Read it, sweetie." I said.
She looked at me then down at the card and read.
Get a sensual massage from a male therapist while I watch." She read after looking at me for a moment.
"Do all your fantasies involve me with other men?" She continued.
"Not all." I replied with a shrug.
I knew it was lame but it was all I could think of at the moment. Now Lisa has had many massages but never from a man.
"Well who would do it?" She asked.
I told her that I would have to call around and find someone. Then my wife stunned me with a statement that made me wonder how well I really knew her when she said,
"Well, make it a black guy." She stated with a half smile.
To say I was speechless would be an understatement. But remembering my previous mistake, I was not judgmental.
"Ok sweetie." I replied. My lack of follow up caught her off guard and she looked at me confused. I'm sure she was expecting an interrogation from me but she stayed quiet. About ten minutes later we were in bed making love.
It took me about a week to find a therapist that was black and willing to have me watch the massage. He was in his 40s and not in great shape but he was male and black. I didn't want to lose the momentum or the fun we were having so I arranged for him to come to our home one evening.
Lisa was sitting in the living room in a robe sipping white wine when he knocked on the door. His name was Derrick and I directed him into the bedroom to set up his portable table. After about ten minutes he came out saying he was ready and asked Lisa to come back. He had placed candles around the room and had soft jazz playing from a CD player. He told Lisa that she should lie on her tummy on the table and then we stepped out so she could arrange herself.
We chatted for a few minutes and he was very cool like he had done these things before. When he went back into the room I decided to leave her alone and let her relax before watching. I puttered around the living room for a while anxious with anticipation until I couldn't stand it any longer and went to the bedroom.
I stayed very quiet as I walked to the far corner of the room where I sat in a stuffed chair. Lisa was under a light drape that had been turned down to the top of her butt as Derrick worked long strokes on her back. Each stroke ended with his hands moving outward over her butt under the drape. Lisa seemed very relaxed and as Derrick looked at me as if to speak I put my finger to my lips signaling him not to let her know I was watching. He smiled and kept the rhythm going of his hands on her lovely body.
When he finished with her back and shoulders, he pulled the drape over her and lifted it on the side so that half her butt and one leg was exposed for attention. He started with her foot and worked it for a long time. My wife loves for her feet to be massaged so I knew she was enjoying herself. That thought was reinforced when soft moans started coming from her as he worked the balls of her foot. Derrick moved up and started on her calf, stretching her leg back and then moved on to her thigh.
I could tell he was getting very close to her pussy but didn't think he was actually touching it. I thought I could see her hips rotating slightly into the table but wasn't sure until I saw Derrick look at me with a big smile on his face. Derrick then started working on half her butt with deep pressure.
"Oh, that feels good." Lisa said with a deep sigh after several strokes.
At that point, she lifted her head and looked around the room. She saw me sitting there and stared at me with glazed eyes before dropping her head back into the rest. I had a monster hard on watching this stranger work his hands on my beautiful wife. A body that had been by very few men was now almost uncovered before this stranger.
When Derrick finished with the one leg he moved to the other side but did not put the drape over her finished leg. Rather he moved it off the leg he was gong to work on so that it was bunched up between her legs and only just keeping her pussy from being exposed. He worked her leg as before starting with her foot and working up over her calf to massage the inside of her thigh.
Lisa's moans were coming more frequently now and her hips were definitely moving in time to Derrick's hands.
"God this feels good." Lisa mewed as he began working her butt.
As Derrick continued to massage her the draping had pretty much fallen away leaving him a clear view of what I expect was a very wet pussy. Derrick told Lisa as he stroked her,
"Your body is in such good shape it's a joy to massage you." Derrick told Lisa as he stroked her slowly.
I knew that was music to Lisa's ears.
When he finished with her butt, he moved to the bottom of the table and put a hand on each leg near her ankle and leaned forward giving her a long continuous stroke over her calf and thigh ending with an inside out motion on her butt which must have afforded him a wonderful view of her open pussy.
Derrick then took the drape and covered Lisa completely. I was disappointed to see him do this but stayed silent in my chair with my aching hardon. He held the cover in the center and told Lisa to turn over and slide down the table. She did this slowly and when she was done he removed the head rest and took a small and placed it over her eyes. He began massaging her neck and shoulders then worked over her temples around her eyes and forehead.
Derrick then started rubbing the top of her chest above her breasts but underneath the draping. He looked at me and our eyes locked and without words I knew what the look was meant to communicate. I nodded my head slightly and Derrick smiled and then took the draping and folded it down to her waist so that her entire upper body was completely exposed. Lisa was so into the massage at that point that she did not even respond. However, when Derrick took his hands and ran them along her side then pulled upwards cupping her breasts and allowing his hands to slide over her nipples she gasped deeply and arched her back to try to maintain his erotic touch.
From where I was sitting I could see Lisa's mouth slightly open as she breathed deeply enjoying the touch. Derrick worked her breasts for a long time, massaging around them and gently pinching her nipples as he raised her to a sensual high. He then moved to her abdomen where he took more oil and lightly massaged into her firm tummy. Back and forth he moved his hands forcing the draping lower and lower so that soon it was barely above the top of her pussy.
Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.
He gently moved her leg to spread them a bit and the draping just barely covered her mound. As before, he started at her foot and worked his way up. I realized that he did this to heighten the sexual anticipation of his touch coming closer to her pussy as he worked his way upward. As he worked up over her knee, Derrick's strokes would start on the top of her leg but slide inward on her thigh. Over and over he did this coming closer to her pussy. It was obvious now that Lisa needed relief but Derrick continued to seduce her with hands. He then started working right on her exposed hip and on the down stroke he would slide his hand along the crease between her leg and pussy mound. I could see Lisa move her hips to try to get more pressure on his touch and also watched her bite her lips in obvious excitement.
Derrick had his hand on her tummy as he walked around the table to start working on her other leg. When he reached that side he tugged gently on the draping and it fell to the floor totally exposing my beautiful wife to a complete stranger. Derrick again started with her foot and worked up and even though he had my wife naked and before him his pace seemed unchanged as he gave each inch of her leg a good rubbing. When he got to her hip he did the same as before and ran his fingers in the crease between her leg and pussy. He did this repeatedly and Lisa's hips were writhing beneath his hands.
While this was happening, very softly from Lisa's lips came a plea, "Please." That was all she said but it caused Derrick to look at me and again I knew the significance of the look and again nodded my head giving my permission. Derrick moved his hand down Lisa's leg again only this time as he moved up Derrick drug his fingers over her mound splitting the lips of her pussy with his finger.
"Ohhhhhh....." Lisa groaned in a breathy voice as she lifted her hips to meet his touch.
I saw a satisfied smile on the black man's face and wondered how many times before he had a brought a woman to this point.
Derrick's hands started rubbing on Lisa's pussy back and forth over her clit and her legs slowly left the table and went up in the air as she came closer to her orgasm. Derrick just smiled as he saw me take my shorts off and stroke my cock as I witnessed the act before me. Then he leaned down and took one of her hard nipples between his lips and began sucking. Lisa's arms went around the black man's head holding him close to her breast.
Lisa's orgasm was huge. She bucked against his hand over and over as spasms ran through her body. She continued to hold Derrick's head to her breasts as the orgasm wracked her until she was spent. Derrick then moved to her head and began massaging her face and temples to bring her down.
I left my seat and went to her to check on her state.
"You were beautiful, sweetie." I whispered as I leaned down and kissed her
Lisa lifted her head and removed her eye covering.
"Fuck me." She demanded when she saw me standing with my cock hard.
"Go for it man." Derrick said with a nod and a smile.
So as Derrick continued to massage her head, I climbed on the table and pushed my hard cock into her very wet pussy.
I would like to say I lasted for an hour but in truth the excitement of the moment had me cumming within a couple minutes. As I started to cum, Derrick reached down and began pinching Lisa's nipples which caused her to cum again as well. After a few moments rest on the table, I pulled Lisa onto the bed and quickly paid Derrick who knew it was time to make a quick exit. I told him as he left,
"You don't realize how far you made her go tonight." I told him as he prepared his things.
"Oh, she knows where she wants to go." He replied his words striking a cord within me.
I went back to Lisa in bed and made love slowly to her telling her how beautiful she looked on the table and how excited it made me. We made love many times that night and nights after relieving the excitement of that massage. We were now communicating at a level about our feelings and desires that we had never done before in our marriage. We also couldn't keep our hands off each other and were having sex at least once a day.
As before, we waited a couple weeks before opening the next envelope. Since we were really enjoying the game we didn't want to rush through them too quickly. Also, we needed some time in between events to absorb what had happened.
The fourth envelope we opened was again one of mine. Lisa accused me of rigging the game but I laughed and reminded her that she was the one drawing the cards. This one required us to go to a bar separately so that I could watch her flirt with other men. Of course, she brought up again that all of my cards involved her with other men and at this point I was pretty much busted. Lisa kind of liked this card so we decided we would go out the following Thursday night to an upscale jazz bar that got good crowds.
When Thursday rolled around, any doubts I had about her getting into this idea vanished when she came out dressed perfectly. If there is such a thing as being sexy and respectable at the same time that describes her attire that evening. Black skirt with a sleeveless blue sheer top and a black jacket brought out her features perfectly.
The jazz band wasn't going to start until 9:00 PM so we decided to go to a nice dinner beforehand. We split a bottle of wine over dinner so were both pretty buzzed when we left. The bar we were going to was just down the street in the downtown area so I dropped her off half-way down the block from the place and went to park the car. When I had finished parking I decided to give her some more time to settle in alone and went to another bar down the street to have a drink.
My anticipation of what was going on was driving me to hurry and I had to concentrate on holding myself back before heading over. It was probably forty-five minutes or so after dropping her off that I entered the bar. The bar was pretty crowded and I was having trouble finding her until I spotted her chatting with two men near the dance floor. As I should have suspected, both were large black men, around six-one or so and thirty something. I settled into a bar stool where I had a good view, ordered a drink and watched the evening progress.
The men were buying her wine and all were chatting in an animated fashion so it was easy to deduce that she was safe and that she was enjoying herself. It excited me a great deal to see this beautiful woman I loved so dearly flirting with these men. My cock was in constant hard state and I had to plan my trips to the bathroom so that I could let my erection subside.
I think the black men were aware of the prize they had attracted as they slyly moved her into a position so that other men would have to come through them to talk to her. Lisa loves to dance and each danced with her several times. As the evening progressed, I could see that she was clearly favoring one over the other. The man who was losing out started paying less attention to Lisa and began looking at the other women in the bar. The winner and Lisa seemed to be moving closer to each other and speaking more in whispers than in their previous gregarious manner.
I wondered what they were discussing and what effect it was having on Lisa. Her selection, besides being over six foot with big shoulders and black had a shaved head. Soon they got up to dance and I could see that the young black man's hand was squarely on Lisa's ass pulling her hard into him. Instead of being offended by this, she had her eyes locked with his as they swayed to the slow music.
The excitement of these events was making my heart race. The comparison of several months ago and the life we lead to now was incredible. Was what I was seeing from my wife something new? Or was it more like the massage therapist implied, something that was there all the time inside her? In any event, like a moth to a flame I seemed to be going down a path where it was becoming more difficult to control. But, at the same time, the loss of control was also very exciting.
Lisa and her friend continued to dance and talk. During one break in their dancing I saw the black man hold her chin gently then lean down and kiss her which surprised me a great deal. I put it down to the liquor she had consumed. They got up to dance again and I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom.
When I returned, the song had ended and as I walked down the aisle to my bar stool I came face to face with Lisa who stopped me. I leaned down to hear her in the noisy bar as she spoke.
"Have you been watching?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"I want to take him home". She stated.
I was totally shocked and didn't really know what to say but I did know that I liked the "new" Lisa and the excitement in our life and didn't want to end it.
"Are you sure? You don't have to." I said fumbling for words.
"I know. I want to." She replied.
"Okay. Does he know about me?" I asked.
"No, he doesn't but I told him I was meeting a friend later", She informed me.
I told Lisa to tell him you were supposed to meet the friend in another bar and meet me there in fifteen minutes. Lisa turned to leave before pausing.
"Please don't be judgmental of me tonight." She requested.
"Sweetheart I will never judge you." I answered.
She nodded, kissed me then turned and was gone. I stood there dumbfounded for several moments before leaving for the other bar.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the bar with her arm through his walking very close together. I knew I was probably staring at a man that would soon be making love to my beautiful wife and the thought while exciting was also causing its share of confusion in my brain.
Lisa introduced and I learned his name was Malcolm. They sat down and we ordered drinks then my wife excused herself to go to the restroom. I took the opportunity to ask Malcolm if he knew what was going on. He said he didn't but was very curious so I explained to him that Lisa was my wife and that we were out playing games and that now she wanted to take him home. He was a very polite man and I found myself liking him. He asked if I was okay with what was happening. I said I was okay with it as long as Lisa wanted to continue. The drinks arrived about the same time as Lisa returned however no one really wanted the drinks so I paid the bill and we took a few sips for show and then left.
We walked to my car and Lisa and Malcom got in the back while I drove. Almost immediately I could hear them kissing and the rustle of clothes as they groped each other. I felt like a total cuckold as we drove to our house. Once there, we quickly moved inside and Lisa and Malcolm continued to kiss and explore each other through there clothes as I stood there awkwardly. I went to get myself a drink and when I returned the room was empty but I could hear noises from the bedroom and I knew that there was probably no turning back now. I decided that rather than rush in like a little puppy I would sip my drink for a while before going into the bedroom. I tried to be patient but after about five minutes I couldn't stand it and walked into the bedroom.
There were clothes discarded all over the room as obviously they had stripped each other quickly and now my wife was on her back on the bed with the large black man sucking on a nipple while he slid a finger in and out of her very wet pussy. Lisa had her arms around his shoulders and was moaning loudly. I could also see that Malcolm was sporting a nice cock, a little longer than mine and very thick.
I went to the corner and sat in the same chair that I had for the massage. It was lucky I had arrived when I had as Malcolm couldn't wait any longer and positioned himself between Lisa's legs. His large frame hid Lisa beneath him except for her arms around his shoulders and her legs. Things got quiet and I knew Malcolm was lining himself to sink his cock inside my lovely wife. A flood of emotions ran over me and I started to think this was a mistake but before I could move Malcolm's hips moved forward and a deep sigh came from Lisa as her legs shot in the air and her arms tightened around his shoulders. I knew that his large black cock was now deeply inside my wife.
Malcolm started with slow deliberate strokes into Lisa but soon accelerated so that he had with giving her a good steady pounding. Lisa was grunting on every stroke and had her legs pointed straight at the ceiling. She had rolled her hips back to take the full length of his cock deep into her pussy. My cock was so hard it hurt and I could feel my precum leaking onto my hip. The scene before me had me so confused I felt almost paralyzed.
True, I was excited to a high degree but also I was very concerned about Lisa. Was this really my wife I was watching? In twenty years of marriage one would think that the husband would know his wife completely but clearly there were a lot of things about Lisa where I was clueless.
The room was beginning to smell of sex and Lisa's pussy had become so wet that I could now hear it slurping around Malcolm's cock as he continued his steady assault on her pussy. Then the first signs of Lisa's orgasm began to appear. Her legs stiffened noticeably and she got very quiet for a few moments followed by a repetitive pleading to Malcolm.
"Don't stop, don't stop" Lisa demanded.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She wailed in a high pitch whine as she thrashing underneath her black lover and used her hands on his ass to try to pull him even deeper inside.
The lovers kissed passionately and Malcolm continued to fuck her with slow strokes until Lisa told him she had to rest as she couldn't take any more. Malcolm rolled onto his back and Lisa got on her knees and immediately slid his still hard cock between her lovely lips. It was amazing to me that they were almost unaware of my presence as they continue their love dance.
As Lisa moved around to get into a good position to suck Malcolm's cock she ended up with her ass pointed directly at me. Her pussy was still open from the fucking and her ass, pussy and legs were wet from her juices. I decided that it was time I became a participant in this event rather than a spectator so I undressed and moved behind Lisa to put my cock into her from behind. I put my hands on her hips and my cock was in contact with her leg when either by chance or a conscious decision on her part she moved away from me and repositioned herself on the bed so that I couldn't enter her.
A wave of anger swept over me and I thought to myself what a total little slut my innocent wife had become. I grabbed my boxer shorts and retreated to the living room where I laid on the couch and tried to make sense of all that was happening.
After about ten minutes, the quiet of the couch was broken by sounds from the bedroom. It was obvious that Lisa was getting fucked again. The sounds started as bed springs squeaking and headboard knocks against the wall but were soon joined by Lisa's rhythmic groans as Malcolm gave her what she desired. I lay there on the couch, an old blanket on top of me, with my cock hard in my hand listening to my wife in the throes of passion. It was not long before Lisa came with intensity as strong as her first orgasm. Then, once again the house returned to silence.
As I lay there with my thoughts I heard the soft padding of feet in the hall. I knew it was Lisa so as she approached I closed my eyes and feigned sleep as I was not sure of my emotional reaction. Lisa stood beside me for a few moments then I heard footsteps retreating down the hall.
I probably laid on the couch for fifteen or twenty minutes in silence collecting my thoughts. I realized that everything we were experiencing had been instigated in some manner by me so I know I couldn't blame Lisa for enjoying herself. I slowly got up to go back to the bedroom. I walked down the hall and when I reached the bedroom I realized that the door was closed.
It seemed symbolic in a way and I hesitated as to whether I should go in or leave the lovers alone. I decided to enter as this was still something I wanted to part of and so I slowly opened the door. The light from the hall bathed the room as the door opened and I could see Malcolm leaned back against the headboard with several pillows supporting him and my lovely wife with her head on his shoulder and her arm draped over his chest. She had a look of pure contentment on her face.
I pulled the sheet back covering the two and slid in next to Lisa. She immediately left Malcolm's chest and turned and started kissing me passionately.
"Enjoy yourself? I asked her. "Uh huh", was all she uttered and it seemed she struggled to get those sounds out.
"Fuck me." She commanded.
With Lisa's help I pulled my boxers off quickly and positioned myself between her legs. Malcolm moved over to the side of the bed and turned sideways resting his head in his hand so he could watch. As I moved forward my cock easily slid into her stretched hole. It was much wetter than normal and also warmer and I knew I was feeling Malcolm's cum deep in my wife's pussy. I shot at glance at him and he just grinned back at me knowing what I discovered. The thought made me very hard and I began fucking Lisa with earnest. Lisa wrapped her legs around me and her body was wet from the combined sweat of Malcolm and her.
Lisa was in such a state of erotic excitement that I soon brought her to her third orgasm of the night. For some reason, even though I was very excited and hard I couldn't cum so after Lisa's came down from her orgasm we all rested together on the bed.
The resting didn't last long. Soon Malcolm and I were caressing Lisa and taking turns kissing her on the lips and breasts.
"You haven't cum yet baby" Lisa said in between kisses.
Not yet sweetie" I replied.
With that she be pushed me onto my back and took my cock into her mouth. Malcolm watched her slurping on my cock for a minute and then got off the bed and positioned himself where he could fuck her from behind.
He wasted no time driving into her to the hilt which caused her to arch her back and squeal around my cock. Watching Malcolm with his hands on my wife's hips fucking her hard while she moaned and sucked on my cock soon had me close to the edge. I held Lisa's head and pushed my cock deep into her mouth as I exploded feeling her mouth milking me and swallowing my cum.
Evidently, this scene had excited Malcolm because moments later he let out a roar as he emptied his balls again inside my previously innocent wife. As Malcolm pulled his cock from my wife's pussy, Lisa surprised me again when she spun around and dropped to her knees in front of the large black man and cleaned his dripping cock with her mouth.
When Lisa had finished cleaning her lovers cock, everyone collapsed on the bed and dozed. Once during the night I awoke to find Malcolm on top of Lisa fucking her with her arms and legs wrapped around him as before. I feigned sleep as I silently watched and heard her telling him softly how much she loved his cock in between the passionate kisses they were sharing. Eventually, I drifted back to sleep overcome by exhaustion and the emotional intensity of the evening. I awoke again with sunlight filtering in through the window coverings and turned to see Lisa sleeping once again with her head on Malcolm's shoulder and her arm draped over his chest. The clock on the nightstand showed it to be 8:00 AM. So much for work that day.
I got up to go to the bathroom and my movements must have woken the couple because when I returned both were awake. Individually, they both went to the bathroom to freshen up and when done we all reclined back on the bed. There was certain awkwardness now to the conversation and I started to get very worried that now in the light of day Lisa would realize what she had done and become very upset. Malcolm said it was time he got moving and I told him I would drive him home.
"Before you go will you fuck me again?" Lisa asked boldly allaying any fear I had about her state of mind.
Malcolm looked me in the eye with a big shit eating grin as he positioned Lisa on her side. He knew he had conquered her not only physically but emotionally. He also knew that he would be able to have her whenever he wanted.
Malcolm lifted her thigh to give a clear target to her pussy and spooned behind her giving him a perfect view of his black cock sliding into her now swollen pussy. I held her head in my arms as he fucked her to her final orgasm of the encounter.
Lisa and Malcolm have remained lovers now for over two years. The way she describes it is his black skin, large body and thick cock combine to create a powerful aphrodisiac for her that drives her wild. We continue to have threesomes on occasion and Lisa also visits his apartment alone spending the night with him several times a month. The concept of the cards kind of lost its meaning after her first night with Malcolm. We became so open with our communication that they were no longer necessary.
So for all you men out there that think you know your wife I hope this tale has illustrated that there are parts of a woman that are hidden until the right situation brings them out.
My wife Lisa is a beautiful woman. We have known each other since 3rd grade as we both grew up in the same small Texas town. I can honestly say that I have been in love with her since I first saw her. It started out as a puppy love crush then advanced to dating and finally marriage after we left college. Now twenty odd years later she still has the same cheerleader figure. At 5'7" and 128 lbs with dark brown she looks more like a thirty year old hottie than a forty-three year old mother of two.
We have enjoyed a great sex life during our marriage. First, there was the passion of being newlyweds and the freedom that exists before the kids are born. Later, it settled into a period of fulfilling but uneventful sex as it seemed the kids always had something going on that left us exhausted at the end of the day. She has only been with two men in her life. Me, of course, and one other man in college that she had a brief fling with while we were fighting over something neither of us can remember now.
Suddenly, the kids were driving and had their freedom and then they were off to college and where we were once the center of their world we were now more of an afterthought. We laughed about it as all parents and all kids have gone through the same thing. The upside about it though was now we had all the free time we wanted. It seemed to all happen so quickly that we really hadn't put much thought into filling the void so we found ourselves most evenings to ourselves trying to find something interesting to do.
Slowly, we found the sexual side of things beginning to heat back up. It began as simply more frequent sex as we didn't have to find stolen moments and progressed into marathon sessions of making love that often found us exhausted at work the next day as our play had gone on well past midnight. We had always been rather conservative in bed. On my part, I think I worshipped her so much I treated her like a China doll. Something like a Madonna complex. However, as we enjoyed our new sexual freedom we also found that some of the "rules" were changing too. We began talking erotically to each other during our love making and her use of dirty words, something she had never done before, always resulted in strong orgasms from both of us.
I think the event that lead to our sexual breakthrough was when we decided to put our fantasies on paper. We were sitting around reading and drinking coffee one night when the subject of sex came up. I was feeling a bit bold that evening so I began pestering her about her fantasies. I wanted her to tell me what she fantasized about when she was alone masturbating. This was still a difficult subject for her so after some prodding with little results I had an idea. We would each take ten cards and envelopes and write down a fantasy we wanted to try. Then we would take the twenty cards and put them in a big cookie jar we had and every couple weeks we would pull one out. This idea interested Lisa a great deal so I jumped up and grabbed the stationary and pens before she changed her mind.
We giggled like teenagers as we put down our ideas. We were across the room from each other so neither could see what the other was writing but every so often we would make eye contact and break out in mischievous grins. In about 20 minutes we were through and we collected the cards, now safely enclosed in envelopes, and put them in the jar.
The idea of the cards and the documentation of the fantasies to put on them had left Lisa somewhat excited. I decided now was the time to go for broke so I boldly informed her that if we opened a card, we were definitely going to experience the fantasy. That statement took her back for a moment and she started asking what I had put down. I refused to give her any hints and told her again that if we open the envelope we would do what it said. She didn't reply verbally but after a moment of hesitation she nodded her head yes.
Interestingly, she now wanted to immediately open a card. I laughed at her wanton excitement as she playfully tried to kick me. After shaking the cookie jar to mix the cards up, I let her reach in and withdraw one. Lisa slowly opened the envelope and as she read it I saw her body tense and a gasp come from her mouth. She looked at me with a stunned expression as I took it from her and read. Of course, it was one of mine and it said that she was to wear a short skirt and go to a shoe store and try on shoes so that the male clerk could see her pussy. She asked if I was serious and I told her I was absolutely serious.
I sensed that this was a crucial point and I didn't want her to back down so I told her in a dominant tone to go get ready. She immediately locked onto me with a hard stare but after several seconds of me not blinking she got on her feet and went to the bedroom. I must say at that point my cock was rock hard and I was almost shaking in my excitement. This was certainly uncharted ground for us and I was frankly surprised I had made it this far.
Some time went by and just when I thought she had probably just gone to bed she came out wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse.
Lisa asked, "Are you sure about this?" Lisa asked.
"Absolutely!" I replied grabbing my keys and billfold as we headed for the door.
Unfortunately, it was difficult to find the right kind of store. I wanted it to be an upscale boutique with a youngish clerk working. However, it was after 7:00 PM so I didn't have a lot of time and I was worried Lisa would get cold feet. Finally, after several failed tries, we ended up at Sak's in the mall.
The clerk was older, probably mid-fifties but the layout was perfect as the shoe section opened up to the mall corridor so I could sit on a bench and watch. Lisa entered the store and was quickly approached by the clerk. After chatting about various styles, the clerk left to go get her size and had Lisa sit on a chair. He returned shortly with several kinds of zip up boots and sat on a low stool directly in front of her.
Lisa had kicked off her sandals leaving her feet ready and had her legs spread a little more than normal but not overtly noticeable. The clerk took a boot and placed in on her foot and then started zipping it up the side. The moment he noticed what was open before him was priceless. About two thirds up the zipper he just stopped and stared. The stare must have lasted a good ten seconds before he began fumbling with the zipper then completed pulling it up. He quickly grabbed the other boot and took his time putting it on her foot as he openly stared at her exposed pussy.
I could also tell that Lisa was getting into it as she spread her legs a little more and then asked to try on other pairs all the time the clerk was openly staring between her legs. Finally, she rose to leave having decided not to buy anything with the clerk chasing her all the way to the door imploring her to try on something else.
I met Lisa at our car and as I kissed her I lifted her skirt and found that she was totally soaked.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" I whispered in her ear.
"Take me home." She replied breathlessly.
I continued massaging her pussy as we made the short drive home and as we hit the front door, clothes were flying as we mauled each other on the way to the bedroom. I slipped my cock inside her and began talking to her very provocatively as I slammed into her telling her hot she looked and asking her if it made her hot. Her answer was a strong orgasm that almost threw me off. Then something happened that blew me away and had me cumming in seconds.
"Do you like me being a slut for you?" Lisa whispered in my ear
Like I said I couldn't believe my ears but I erupted from the eroticism of my sweet innocent wife of 20 years saying those words. After we came down, we cuddled until we fell asleep but twice during the night we awoke each other and repeated our love making.
Even though we didn't open another card for several weeks, the flashing and the fact that our fantasies were in the cookie jar kept our sexual energy at a high level. I think we both also realized that there was a side to each of us that the other had not fully appreciated.
The next card we opened was hers and it involved having sex on a roof top. When I asked her where that idea came from she looked a little embarrassed. I quickly moved on realizing that if I wanted my wife too truly open up I could not be judgmental in any way. Fortunately, a friend of mine owns and manages real estate so I was able to procure from him a roof access key to a building with only a minimal amount of questions and ribbing.
The building was seven stories so it wasn't huge but Lisa liked it immensely. We went up with a bottle of wine and some blankets and spent several hours making love under a beautiful night sky. Our talk during sex had become a regular thing and we both enjoyed the naughty feeling it provided.
"Do you like being my little slut?" I asked emboldened by the wine and my lust as I stroked deeply inside her.
"Yes I do." Lisa replied without hesitation.
About another week went by before we had time to open a third card and during that time we continued making love every night like newlyweds. It was an incredible experience and we felt like we were totally connected emotionally. When she opened the third card she got that same surprised look that she had on the first. Of course, again I knew it was one of mine.
"Read it, sweetie." I said.
She looked at me then down at the card and read.
Get a sensual massage from a male therapist while I watch." She read after looking at me for a moment.
"Do all your fantasies involve me with other men?" She continued.
"Not all." I replied with a shrug.
I knew it was lame but it was all I could think of at the moment. Now Lisa has had many massages but never from a man.
"Well who would do it?" She asked.
I told her that I would have to call around and find someone. Then my wife stunned me with a statement that made me wonder how well I really knew her when she said,
"Well, make it a black guy." She stated with a half smile.
To say I was speechless would be an understatement. But remembering my previous mistake, I was not judgmental.
"Ok sweetie." I replied. My lack of follow up caught her off guard and she looked at me confused. I'm sure she was expecting an interrogation from me but she stayed quiet. About ten minutes later we were in bed making love.
It took me about a week to find a therapist that was black and willing to have me watch the massage. He was in his 40s and not in great shape but he was male and black. I didn't want to lose the momentum or the fun we were having so I arranged for him to come to our home one evening.
Lisa was sitting in the living room in a robe sipping white wine when he knocked on the door. His name was Derrick and I directed him into the bedroom to set up his portable table. After about ten minutes he came out saying he was ready and asked Lisa to come back. He had placed candles around the room and had soft jazz playing from a CD player. He told Lisa that she should lie on her tummy on the table and then we stepped out so she could arrange herself.
We chatted for a few minutes and he was very cool like he had done these things before. When he went back into the room I decided to leave her alone and let her relax before watching. I puttered around the living room for a while anxious with anticipation until I couldn't stand it any longer and went to the bedroom.
I stayed very quiet as I walked to the far corner of the room where I sat in a stuffed chair. Lisa was under a light drape that had been turned down to the top of her butt as Derrick worked long strokes on her back. Each stroke ended with his hands moving outward over her butt under the drape. Lisa seemed very relaxed and as Derrick looked at me as if to speak I put my finger to my lips signaling him not to let her know I was watching. He smiled and kept the rhythm going of his hands on her lovely body.
When he finished with her back and shoulders, he pulled the drape over her and lifted it on the side so that half her butt and one leg was exposed for attention. He started with her foot and worked it for a long time. My wife loves for her feet to be massaged so I knew she was enjoying herself. That thought was reinforced when soft moans started coming from her as he worked the balls of her foot. Derrick moved up and started on her calf, stretching her leg back and then moved on to her thigh.
I could tell he was getting very close to her pussy but didn't think he was actually touching it. I thought I could see her hips rotating slightly into the table but wasn't sure until I saw Derrick look at me with a big smile on his face. Derrick then started working on half her butt with deep pressure.
"Oh, that feels good." Lisa said with a deep sigh after several strokes.
At that point, she lifted her head and looked around the room. She saw me sitting there and stared at me with glazed eyes before dropping her head back into the rest. I had a monster hard on watching this stranger work his hands on my beautiful wife. A body that had been by very few men was now almost uncovered before this stranger.
When Derrick finished with the one leg he moved to the other side but did not put the drape over her finished leg. Rather he moved it off the leg he was gong to work on so that it was bunched up between her legs and only just keeping her pussy from being exposed. He worked her leg as before starting with her foot and working up over her calf to massage the inside of her thigh.
Lisa's moans were coming more frequently now and her hips were definitely moving in time to Derrick's hands.
"God this feels good." Lisa mewed as he began working her butt.
As Derrick continued to massage her the draping had pretty much fallen away leaving him a clear view of what I expect was a very wet pussy. Derrick told Lisa as he stroked her,
"Your body is in such good shape it's a joy to massage you." Derrick told Lisa as he stroked her slowly.
I knew that was music to Lisa's ears.
When he finished with her butt, he moved to the bottom of the table and put a hand on each leg near her ankle and leaned forward giving her a long continuous stroke over her calf and thigh ending with an inside out motion on her butt which must have afforded him a wonderful view of her open pussy.
Derrick then took the drape and covered Lisa completely. I was disappointed to see him do this but stayed silent in my chair with my aching hardon. He held the cover in the center and told Lisa to turn over and slide down the table. She did this slowly and when she was done he removed the head rest and took a small and placed it over her eyes. He began massaging her neck and shoulders then worked over her temples around her eyes and forehead.
Derrick then started rubbing the top of her chest above her breasts but underneath the draping. He looked at me and our eyes locked and without words I knew what the look was meant to communicate. I nodded my head slightly and Derrick smiled and then took the draping and folded it down to her waist so that her entire upper body was completely exposed. Lisa was so into the massage at that point that she did not even respond. However, when Derrick took his hands and ran them along her side then pulled upwards cupping her breasts and allowing his hands to slide over her nipples she gasped deeply and arched her back to try to maintain his erotic touch.
From where I was sitting I could see Lisa's mouth slightly open as she breathed deeply enjoying the touch. Derrick worked her breasts for a long time, massaging around them and gently pinching her nipples as he raised her to a sensual high. He then moved to her abdomen where he took more oil and lightly massaged into her firm tummy. Back and forth he moved his hands forcing the draping lower and lower so that soon it was barely above the top of her pussy.
Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.
He gently moved her leg to spread them a bit and the draping just barely covered her mound. As before, he started at her foot and worked his way up. I realized that he did this to heighten the sexual anticipation of his touch coming closer to her pussy as he worked his way upward. As he worked up over her knee, Derrick's strokes would start on the top of her leg but slide inward on her thigh. Over and over he did this coming closer to her pussy. It was obvious now that Lisa needed relief but Derrick continued to seduce her with hands. He then started working right on her exposed hip and on the down stroke he would slide his hand along the crease between her leg and pussy mound. I could see Lisa move her hips to try to get more pressure on his touch and also watched her bite her lips in obvious excitement.
Derrick had his hand on her tummy as he walked around the table to start working on her other leg. When he reached that side he tugged gently on the draping and it fell to the floor totally exposing my beautiful wife to a complete stranger. Derrick again started with her foot and worked up and even though he had my wife naked and before him his pace seemed unchanged as he gave each inch of her leg a good rubbing. When he got to her hip he did the same as before and ran his fingers in the crease between her leg and pussy. He did this repeatedly and Lisa's hips were writhing beneath his hands.
While this was happening, very softly from Lisa's lips came a plea, "Please." That was all she said but it caused Derrick to look at me and again I knew the significance of the look and again nodded my head giving my permission. Derrick moved his hand down Lisa's leg again only this time as he moved up Derrick drug his fingers over her mound splitting the lips of her pussy with his finger.
"Ohhhhhh....." Lisa groaned in a breathy voice as she lifted her hips to meet his touch.
I saw a satisfied smile on the black man's face and wondered how many times before he had a brought a woman to this point.
Derrick's hands started rubbing on Lisa's pussy back and forth over her clit and her legs slowly left the table and went up in the air as she came closer to her orgasm. Derrick just smiled as he saw me take my shorts off and stroke my cock as I witnessed the act before me. Then he leaned down and took one of her hard nipples between his lips and began sucking. Lisa's arms went around the black man's head holding him close to her breast.
Lisa's orgasm was huge. She bucked against his hand over and over as spasms ran through her body. She continued to hold Derrick's head to her breasts as the orgasm wracked her until she was spent. Derrick then moved to her head and began massaging her face and temples to bring her down.
I left my seat and went to her to check on her state.
"You were beautiful, sweetie." I whispered as I leaned down and kissed her
Lisa lifted her head and removed her eye covering.
"Fuck me." She demanded when she saw me standing with my cock hard.
"Go for it man." Derrick said with a nod and a smile.
So as Derrick continued to massage her head, I climbed on the table and pushed my hard cock into her very wet pussy.
I would like to say I lasted for an hour but in truth the excitement of the moment had me cumming within a couple minutes. As I started to cum, Derrick reached down and began pinching Lisa's nipples which caused her to cum again as well. After a few moments rest on the table, I pulled Lisa onto the bed and quickly paid Derrick who knew it was time to make a quick exit. I told him as he left,
"You don't realize how far you made her go tonight." I told him as he prepared his things.
"Oh, she knows where she wants to go." He replied his words striking a cord within me.
I went back to Lisa in bed and made love slowly to her telling her how beautiful she looked on the table and how excited it made me. We made love many times that night and nights after relieving the excitement of that massage. We were now communicating at a level about our feelings and desires that we had never done before in our marriage. We also couldn't keep our hands off each other and were having sex at least once a day.
As before, we waited a couple weeks before opening the next envelope. Since we were really enjoying the game we didn't want to rush through them too quickly. Also, we needed some time in between events to absorb what had happened.
The fourth envelope we opened was again one of mine. Lisa accused me of rigging the game but I laughed and reminded her that she was the one drawing the cards. This one required us to go to a bar separately so that I could watch her flirt with other men. Of course, she brought up again that all of my cards involved her with other men and at this point I was pretty much busted. Lisa kind of liked this card so we decided we would go out the following Thursday night to an upscale jazz bar that got good crowds.
When Thursday rolled around, any doubts I had about her getting into this idea vanished when she came out dressed perfectly. If there is such a thing as being sexy and respectable at the same time that describes her attire that evening. Black skirt with a sleeveless blue sheer top and a black jacket brought out her features perfectly.
The jazz band wasn't going to start until 9:00 PM so we decided to go to a nice dinner beforehand. We split a bottle of wine over dinner so were both pretty buzzed when we left. The bar we were going to was just down the street in the downtown area so I dropped her off half-way down the block from the place and went to park the car. When I had finished parking I decided to give her some more time to settle in alone and went to another bar down the street to have a drink.
My anticipation of what was going on was driving me to hurry and I had to concentrate on holding myself back before heading over. It was probably forty-five minutes or so after dropping her off that I entered the bar. The bar was pretty crowded and I was having trouble finding her until I spotted her chatting with two men near the dance floor. As I should have suspected, both were large black men, around six-one or so and thirty something. I settled into a bar stool where I had a good view, ordered a drink and watched the evening progress.
The men were buying her wine and all were chatting in an animated fashion so it was easy to deduce that she was safe and that she was enjoying herself. It excited me a great deal to see this beautiful woman I loved so dearly flirting with these men. My cock was in constant hard state and I had to plan my trips to the bathroom so that I could let my erection subside.
I think the black men were aware of the prize they had attracted as they slyly moved her into a position so that other men would have to come through them to talk to her. Lisa loves to dance and each danced with her several times. As the evening progressed, I could see that she was clearly favoring one over the other. The man who was losing out started paying less attention to Lisa and began looking at the other women in the bar. The winner and Lisa seemed to be moving closer to each other and speaking more in whispers than in their previous gregarious manner.
I wondered what they were discussing and what effect it was having on Lisa. Her selection, besides being over six foot with big shoulders and black had a shaved head. Soon they got up to dance and I could see that the young black man's hand was squarely on Lisa's ass pulling her hard into him. Instead of being offended by this, she had her eyes locked with his as they swayed to the slow music.
The excitement of these events was making my heart race. The comparison of several months ago and the life we lead to now was incredible. Was what I was seeing from my wife something new? Or was it more like the massage therapist implied, something that was there all the time inside her? In any event, like a moth to a flame I seemed to be going down a path where it was becoming more difficult to control. But, at the same time, the loss of control was also very exciting.
Lisa and her friend continued to dance and talk. During one break in their dancing I saw the black man hold her chin gently then lean down and kiss her which surprised me a great deal. I put it down to the liquor she had consumed. They got up to dance again and I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom.
When I returned, the song had ended and as I walked down the aisle to my bar stool I came face to face with Lisa who stopped me. I leaned down to hear her in the noisy bar as she spoke.
"Have you been watching?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"I want to take him home". She stated.
I was totally shocked and didn't really know what to say but I did know that I liked the "new" Lisa and the excitement in our life and didn't want to end it.
"Are you sure? You don't have to." I said fumbling for words.
"I know. I want to." She replied.
"Okay. Does he know about me?" I asked.
"No, he doesn't but I told him I was meeting a friend later", She informed me.
I told Lisa to tell him you were supposed to meet the friend in another bar and meet me there in fifteen minutes. Lisa turned to leave before pausing.
"Please don't be judgmental of me tonight." She requested.
"Sweetheart I will never judge you." I answered.
She nodded, kissed me then turned and was gone. I stood there dumbfounded for several moments before leaving for the other bar.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the bar with her arm through his walking very close together. I knew I was probably staring at a man that would soon be making love to my beautiful wife and the thought while exciting was also causing its share of confusion in my brain.
Lisa introduced and I learned his name was Malcolm. They sat down and we ordered drinks then my wife excused herself to go to the restroom. I took the opportunity to ask Malcolm if he knew what was going on. He said he didn't but was very curious so I explained to him that Lisa was my wife and that we were out playing games and that now she wanted to take him home. He was a very polite man and I found myself liking him. He asked if I was okay with what was happening. I said I was okay with it as long as Lisa wanted to continue. The drinks arrived about the same time as Lisa returned however no one really wanted the drinks so I paid the bill and we took a few sips for show and then left.
We walked to my car and Lisa and Malcom got in the back while I drove. Almost immediately I could hear them kissing and the rustle of clothes as they groped each other. I felt like a total cuckold as we drove to our house. Once there, we quickly moved inside and Lisa and Malcolm continued to kiss and explore each other through there clothes as I stood there awkwardly. I went to get myself a drink and when I returned the room was empty but I could hear noises from the bedroom and I knew that there was probably no turning back now. I decided that rather than rush in like a little puppy I would sip my drink for a while before going into the bedroom. I tried to be patient but after about five minutes I couldn't stand it and walked into the bedroom.
There were clothes discarded all over the room as obviously they had stripped each other quickly and now my wife was on her back on the bed with the large black man sucking on a nipple while he slid a finger in and out of her very wet pussy. Lisa had her arms around his shoulders and was moaning loudly. I could also see that Malcolm was sporting a nice cock, a little longer than mine and very thick.
I went to the corner and sat in the same chair that I had for the massage. It was lucky I had arrived when I had as Malcolm couldn't wait any longer and positioned himself between Lisa's legs. His large frame hid Lisa beneath him except for her arms around his shoulders and her legs. Things got quiet and I knew Malcolm was lining himself to sink his cock inside my lovely wife. A flood of emotions ran over me and I started to think this was a mistake but before I could move Malcolm's hips moved forward and a deep sigh came from Lisa as her legs shot in the air and her arms tightened around his shoulders. I knew that his large black cock was now deeply inside my wife.
Malcolm started with slow deliberate strokes into Lisa but soon accelerated so that he had with giving her a good steady pounding. Lisa was grunting on every stroke and had her legs pointed straight at the ceiling. She had rolled her hips back to take the full length of his cock deep into her pussy. My cock was so hard it hurt and I could feel my precum leaking onto my hip. The scene before me had me so confused I felt almost paralyzed.
True, I was excited to a high degree but also I was very concerned about Lisa. Was this really my wife I was watching? In twenty years of marriage one would think that the husband would know his wife completely but clearly there were a lot of things about Lisa where I was clueless.
The room was beginning to smell of sex and Lisa's pussy had become so wet that I could now hear it slurping around Malcolm's cock as he continued his steady assault on her pussy. Then the first signs of Lisa's orgasm began to appear. Her legs stiffened noticeably and she got very quiet for a few moments followed by a repetitive pleading to Malcolm.
"Don't stop, don't stop" Lisa demanded.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She wailed in a high pitch whine as she thrashing underneath her black lover and used her hands on his ass to try to pull him even deeper inside.
The lovers kissed passionately and Malcolm continued to fuck her with slow strokes until Lisa told him she had to rest as she couldn't take any more. Malcolm rolled onto his back and Lisa got on her knees and immediately slid his still hard cock between her lovely lips. It was amazing to me that they were almost unaware of my presence as they continue their love dance.
As Lisa moved around to get into a good position to suck Malcolm's cock she ended up with her ass pointed directly at me. Her pussy was still open from the fucking and her ass, pussy and legs were wet from her juices. I decided that it was time I became a participant in this event rather than a spectator so I undressed and moved behind Lisa to put my cock into her from behind. I put my hands on her hips and my cock was in contact with her leg when either by chance or a conscious decision on her part she moved away from me and repositioned herself on the bed so that I couldn't enter her.
A wave of anger swept over me and I thought to myself what a total little slut my innocent wife had become. I grabbed my boxer shorts and retreated to the living room where I laid on the couch and tried to make sense of all that was happening.
After about ten minutes, the quiet of the couch was broken by sounds from the bedroom. It was obvious that Lisa was getting fucked again. The sounds started as bed springs squeaking and headboard knocks against the wall but were soon joined by Lisa's rhythmic groans as Malcolm gave her what she desired. I lay there on the couch, an old blanket on top of me, with my cock hard in my hand listening to my wife in the throes of passion. It was not long before Lisa came with intensity as strong as her first orgasm. Then, once again the house returned to silence.
As I lay there with my thoughts I heard the soft padding of feet in the hall. I knew it was Lisa so as she approached I closed my eyes and feigned sleep as I was not sure of my emotional reaction. Lisa stood beside me for a few moments then I heard footsteps retreating down the hall.
I probably laid on the couch for fifteen or twenty minutes in silence collecting my thoughts. I realized that everything we were experiencing had been instigated in some manner by me so I know I couldn't blame Lisa for enjoying herself. I slowly got up to go back to the bedroom. I walked down the hall and when I reached the bedroom I realized that the door was closed.
It seemed symbolic in a way and I hesitated as to whether I should go in or leave the lovers alone. I decided to enter as this was still something I wanted to part of and so I slowly opened the door. The light from the hall bathed the room as the door opened and I could see Malcolm leaned back against the headboard with several pillows supporting him and my lovely wife with her head on his shoulder and her arm draped over his chest. She had a look of pure contentment on her face.
I pulled the sheet back covering the two and slid in next to Lisa. She immediately left Malcolm's chest and turned and started kissing me passionately.
"Enjoy yourself? I asked her. "Uh huh", was all she uttered and it seemed she struggled to get those sounds out.
"Fuck me." She commanded.
With Lisa's help I pulled my boxers off quickly and positioned myself between her legs. Malcolm moved over to the side of the bed and turned sideways resting his head in his hand so he could watch. As I moved forward my cock easily slid into her stretched hole. It was much wetter than normal and also warmer and I knew I was feeling Malcolm's cum deep in my wife's pussy. I shot at glance at him and he just grinned back at me knowing what I discovered. The thought made me very hard and I began fucking Lisa with earnest. Lisa wrapped her legs around me and her body was wet from the combined sweat of Malcolm and her.
Lisa was in such a state of erotic excitement that I soon brought her to her third orgasm of the night. For some reason, even though I was very excited and hard I couldn't cum so after Lisa's came down from her orgasm we all rested together on the bed.
The resting didn't last long. Soon Malcolm and I were caressing Lisa and taking turns kissing her on the lips and breasts.
"You haven't cum yet baby" Lisa said in between kisses.
Not yet sweetie" I replied.
With that she be pushed me onto my back and took my cock into her mouth. Malcolm watched her slurping on my cock for a minute and then got off the bed and positioned himself where he could fuck her from behind.
He wasted no time driving into her to the hilt which caused her to arch her back and squeal around my cock. Watching Malcolm with his hands on my wife's hips fucking her hard while she moaned and sucked on my cock soon had me close to the edge. I held Lisa's head and pushed my cock deep into her mouth as I exploded feeling her mouth milking me and swallowing my cum.
Evidently, this scene had excited Malcolm because moments later he let out a roar as he emptied his balls again inside my previously innocent wife. As Malcolm pulled his cock from my wife's pussy, Lisa surprised me again when she spun around and dropped to her knees in front of the large black man and cleaned his dripping cock with her mouth.
When Lisa had finished cleaning her lovers cock, everyone collapsed on the bed and dozed. Once during the night I awoke to find Malcolm on top of Lisa fucking her with her arms and legs wrapped around him as before. I feigned sleep as I silently watched and heard her telling him softly how much she loved his cock in between the passionate kisses they were sharing. Eventually, I drifted back to sleep overcome by exhaustion and the emotional intensity of the evening. I awoke again with sunlight filtering in through the window coverings and turned to see Lisa sleeping once again with her head on Malcolm's shoulder and her arm draped over his chest. The clock on the nightstand showed it to be 8:00 AM. So much for work that day.
I got up to go to the bathroom and my movements must have woken the couple because when I returned both were awake. Individually, they both went to the bathroom to freshen up and when done we all reclined back on the bed. There was certain awkwardness now to the conversation and I started to get very worried that now in the light of day Lisa would realize what she had done and become very upset. Malcolm said it was time he got moving and I told him I would drive him home.
"Before you go will you fuck me again?" Lisa asked boldly allaying any fear I had about her state of mind.
Malcolm looked me in the eye with a big shit eating grin as he positioned Lisa on her side. He knew he had conquered her not only physically but emotionally. He also knew that he would be able to have her whenever he wanted.
Malcolm lifted her thigh to give a clear target to her pussy and spooned behind her giving him a perfect view of his black cock sliding into her now swollen pussy. I held her head in my arms as he fucked her to her final orgasm of the encounter.
Lisa and Malcolm have remained lovers now for over two years. The way she describes it is his black skin, large body and thick cock combine to create a powerful aphrodisiac for her that drives her wild. We continue to have threesomes on occasion and Lisa also visits his apartment alone spending the night with him several times a month. The concept of the cards kind of lost its meaning after her first night with Malcolm. We became so open with our communication that they were no longer necessary.
So for all you men out there that think you know your wife I hope this tale has illustrated that there are parts of a woman that are hidden until the right situation brings them out.