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Aug 1, 2005

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It was a Friday night, Portacali had been open a few months and after a
good deal of procrastination we had decided the tales of a party
atmosphere had to be experienced first hand. The evening started to heat
up at about 5pm when my wife, Aimee, began parading around naked, picking
her clothes for the evening. In the end, she went for her favorite short
flimsy pleated black skirt and tight fitting blue top and a great pair of
stiletto boots I?m sure I hadn?t seen before.

I didn?t mind so much; seeing her nude is always a pleasure. At 34 Aimee is exceptionally
gorgeous. She stands about 5?7 with a firm solid body from spending a
fair amount of time at the gym. Her greenish eyes, wavy thick medium
length light brunette hair, and smallish but quite adequate breast make
her a real knockout when she is dresses like this. I especially like the
look of her natural yet neatly trimmed pussy.

Finally, she was satisfied with her choices and got dressed just as the taxi arrived at 6pm. Just
over half an hour later, we were downtown. A short walk away from
Portacali was a row of older bars and pubs. We had a few drinks from
these cheap seats before heading to Portacali, as I didn?t get to our
level of financial success by blowing money at $20 a drink. After a few
drinks, we headed to see the new club?I was interested but only
halfheartedly as I am not into dancing while Aimee loves to dance?so this
visit was for her more that I.

We walked up the entrance steps and joined the line to enter Portacali
hand-in-hand, obviously together. The bouncers watched us and I knew it
wasn?t me that was attracting the attention. Night had set in and the
temperature had dropped. Fortunately, the wait was short and soon we
entered the club. Once inside the main room of the club we surveyed the
layout of the place ? restrooms, cloakroom, a large dance floor, and two
bars. There were also what appeared to be two other dance areas with
their own bars toward the back.

In the very back were several private
party rooms that based on some advertising near the entry cold be rented
for parties, corporate event etc. All in all a classy, lively place. The
music was pumping so loud it ruled out normal conversation, I think that?s
why there called clubs, in reference to a prehistoric and simpler time ?
ug! I told Aimee I would grab us some drinks if she wanted to dance.

The bar was three deep so it took me a while to get the drinks. When I
had jostled my way back through the crowds to the edge of the dance floor,
drink in hand, Aimee was not in view. It didn?t take long to find
her. She was boogieing in the middle of the crowded dance floor. I hate
to dance so I stood on death row that gap around the edge of the dance
floor- sipping my drink, watching as guys danced around my better
half. The occasional would-be-gigolo danced up and got a quick and easy
brush off. It brought a smile to my face watching these young would be
studs flirt with my wife.

Aimee noticed me watching from the sidelines and beckoned me over. I
refused and held up her drink. She screwed her pretty face into a cross
expression and shook her head in mock disgust. She walked over downed
hers and told me to get a few more drinks as she was working up a
thirst. When I got back, she was dancing in the centre of a crowd of
guys. Occasionally one would schmooze up to her and she'd give her hips a
quick wiggle before shooing him away. It was fair fun, she knew what she
was doing, and they weren?t going to push it too far in a crowded place.

Aimee saw me and walked over, stumbling occasionally over invisible
obstacles. It was the first sign of her tipsy state I?d actually
noticed. She grabbed two drinks and pleaded with me to join her. I
insisted I was enjoying watching the show. She raised an eyebrow, smiled
devilishly and returned to the floor.

She danced more sexily than before taking only a few minutes to harvest a
new crowd of men, all trying to win her charms. Once more she brushed
aside the braver guys that tried to dance with her or grind against her
backside. She looked over at me every few minutes. However, she gave up
on asking me to join her on the dance floor; she just smiled and enjoyed
the attention she was getting. I motioned that I?d get another round and
she smiled with a ?yes? expression. I headed for the bar.

After some time I returned and realized the guy she was with had been
there a while as he had been flirting with her before I had left. He was
a little over six foot with a muscular athletic build, and rugged
good-looking black man. Aimee had one hand on his hip, was pressing her
butt against his crotch area, arching her back, and jigging with his
rhythm. As they danced, I watched trying to ignore what I was seeing; my
wife, bending over a little more than necessary for a regular
dance.

After a few more minutes I couldn?t deny it, the reality was too
blatant. Aimee was getting turned on by rubbing against this strange
black man?s cock. I remained calm, not at all angry, I had deep fantasies
of her acting like this but never would have dreamed she act like this for
real. Don?t get me wrong she is no prude just a little more conservative
sexually. I had never seen Aimee act like this before I was a tad jealous
but turned on by it as well.

Aimee stood tall, turned to face him, and wrapped her arms around his
back. She whispered into his ear. I don?t know what she said but he was
laughing and shaking his head no. She persisted in getting her point
across to him and then Aimee moved away slightly and stood nodding
slowly. The man shrugged his shoulders and resumed the sexual
dance. Aimee again gyrated her hips and pushed her ass against his
crotch. Next, I noted as his black hands grasped her waist and moved up
along her sides straying briefly under her breasts before returning to her
waist. Aimee nervously looked around the club?likely searching for
me. Satisfied that I wasn?t in sight she smiled at her black lover, put
her hand under the back of her dress, and had a good feel of her dance
partner.

Her dress lifted slightly as she moved a hand to her knee,
without doubt giving the guy a good flash of her pink cheeks. The man
shook his head casually fawning a no, paused briefly then shrugged one
last time. Aimee smiled lustily and blushed slightly. Her black dance
partner then put one hand between Aimee?s butt and the front of his
trousers. Then, for a few panicked moments, people got in the way. I
struggled to see what was happening. When I finally found a good vantage
point to watch from, I could see the guy was still moving his hand between
his fly and Aimee?s skirt. It was difficult to see what was transpiring
as his black hands were concealed by her black skirt. I was shocked at
how far she was letting this go. It crossed my mind he could have a few
fingers in her, but I didn?t consider it likely. He was probably just
rubbing against her panties. I craned my neck for a better view. They
were still dancing, grinding against each other, but the floor seemed too
crowded for them to really get down to anything.

Aimee lent forward and jiggled her body in time with the music. At this
point, he new friend bent his knees slightly and pulled back; Aimee
blushed as he raised her skirt a little and let it slip back down over her
ass but didn?t fall as I expected, instead stopping just higher than the
top of her bottom. He flicked the back of her skirt up again and pushed
against her. She started grinding onto him. There was no doubt he was
pushing in, changing the dance completely. My wife, the drunken slut was
definitely moving more backwards and forwards now, not just rubbing
against this dirty-dancing stranger. She frantically searched the dance
floor for me, again thinking she was in the clear she sighed deeply. I
moved even closer now.

Every now and then, he would flick her dress up
all the while keeping time with the music. They were now banging harder
against each other; her dress would slowly slip down between them before
he flicked it up again. The guy looked down on Aimee, his hands; large
powerful looking hands gripped her waist, pulling her onto him. After a
little careful positioning, I had them in a perfect profile. He again
flicked at her skirt and for the first time my fears were confirmed as I
saw his strong thick black shaft, hard and straight, being rammed into
her. He was fucking her right there on the dance floor. The grinding and
dancing was diminishing, being replaced by the unashamed backward and
forward motions of sex.

Aimee sighed, I am sure had the music been quieter
anyone would hear her moaning, wanting him to go that bit faster and shoot
his hot sticky load into her. At this point, he pulled her upright never
losing beat of missing a stroke as he fucked my wife. With a hand across
her belly and the other pulling her back toward him, he turned slightly
and Aimee did the same, turning her face to meet his lips. As they
kissed, he massaged her breast briefly before letting his hands fall back
to her waist. Aimee bent back down thrust wildly back on him. The she
suddenly grabbed his hips and stopped the dance briefly.

Aimee slipped her hand beneath the back of her dress and took hold of his
cock. In a flash, trying to hide the massive black weapon, she turned
around and climbed onto him. Had they been observant I?m sure people
would have seen the solid 10 inch black cock on display but Aimee?s black
skirt hung down low enough to just hide the show. Her black suitor lifted
her higher while she wrapped her long legs around his middle. Hidden by
my wife?s skirt, the black cock stood tall, its tip no doubt hovering in
front of Aimee?s opening.

He toyed with her for a few seconds then let
her drop a few inches, plunging in the head and some of his dark shaft
into my wife?s pussy, the depth controlled by his strong arms. Aimee
eagerly pulled herself down, hungry for more, letting his full-length slip
in. They danced freely around in a darker corner of the dance
floor. Aimee, her legs tight around his waist, helped him move her light
frame up and down, sliding his cock in an out of her wet pussy. Their
bodies still portrayed a fiction of dancing as he moved, swayed, and kept
their fucking in time with the music.

After again taking a quick look
around for me (I love how alcohol will keep you focused on the obvious as
she looked where she thought I was and didn?t notice I was quite close and
well hidden by the darkness and crowd of people. Convinced I was not in
sight Aimee began kissing his neck and eventually moved up to his
lips. She would throw her head back and then begin again. At times,
their kiss would linger and on occasion, they would kiss deeply allowing
their tongues to intertwine for a few moments adding a certain new level
of sluttiness to her behavior. I must say I was turned on by the sight of
this. Sighing and whispering in his ear, she was no doubt asking him to
take her harder and faster as his thrusting increased after her
words.

Their dancing began to fall out of rhythm with the music; it now
floated around in a time of its own. Aimee bounced vigorously up and down
and began to breathe more deeply and sigh inwardly. Suddenly, she buried
her head into the crook of his neck, pressing her lips hard against is
collarbone. Her body convulsed slightly as she came on top of her black
stud?s cock. After a moment she recovered pulled her head back and looked
deep into his face as she began to thrust herself more forcefully up and
down on his shaft, fucking him with abandon. The effect of this was quick
as this phase of the dance ended with a few powerful shudders of the
unknown black man?s hips as he deposited his seed deep into my wife?s
belly.

Aimee?s legs tightened around him as she again orgasmed. She
flicked her hair back and looked at him with a slutty smile. They resumed
their dance at a slower, more relaxed pace for a few minutes. Then Aimee
kissed him passionately on the lips while as a mated couple they turned,
slow dancing round, Aimee?s glowing face spinning into view with each
turn. She whispered into the man?s ear and I watched as he put his hand
down the front of his trousers.


Not two minutes after I sat down, Aimee appeared and asked ?Where have you
been honey, I?ve looked all over for you.? Obvious lies, though I played
along with her deception. I replied, I couldn?t find you so I found a
table so you could enjoy the dancing?sorry I drank your drink though I
just bought you another one. She smiled and sat down beside me taking her
drink. We chatted a bit and she asked what I thought of the place, I
smiled and said, ?It?s a nice club?though very loud? at which she smiled
and said ?You should dance with me? I shook my head no ?You know its not
my thing?. She smiled again, finished her drink, and then excused herself
to the bathroom.

I noted as she stood that a small trickle of sperm was
winding down her inner thigh. She headed to the bathroom while I quickly
got us another round. She returned a short time later looking
refreshed?the genetic evidence of her earlier escapade now removed from
her leg. She said, I just ran into Wendy from work. An obvious fixation
as I saw Aimee go to and return from the ladies room. Now I was curious
as to what her devious mind was up to. My conservative previously
scrupulously honest wife was dropping a number of lies.

After finishing our drinks, Aimee said she wanted to look around the
club. I shook my head okay?I?ll get you another drink while your checking
the place out. She shook her head no and said she was fine. I watched as
she walked away. She disappeared from my view a short while later near
one of the back bars and smaller dance venues. I rose and followed
finding I had a great view from just outside the area.

Sure enough, she was in near the bar with her newfound black friend. They
were engaged in a conversation that appeared to be him giving her some
sort of instructions or directions as he would talk and she would listen
intently and shake her head yes on occasion. He turned to the bartender
and the bartender brought them two shots of tequila. The rose their shot
glasses (somewhat large) toasted and downed the drinks slamming the
glasses on the bar once finished. Aimee sat back on one of the
barstools at the bar and he leaning on the bar placed one hand on her leg
as they engages in what appeared to be small talk. After a couple
minutes, Aimee stood kissed him on the cheek and turned to walk back to
the main area of the club. I noticed his gaze lingered devilishly on
Aimee as she walked away.

I returned to our table with two drinks in hand arriving just as she
did. I asked her ?How is it? she paused briefly puzzled ?Oh the club is
quite nice?I ran into Wendy again.? I smiled back and said, ?You ready to
leave after this round?it is awfully loud in here? she frowned and said ?I
really wanted to dance some more? I said ?I can?t take this noise much
more? (it was very loud). Then Aimee said, ?Would you mind if I stayed
with Wendy and her husband for a while.? I replied are you sure they
won?t mind?? She replied, ?You won?t be upset if I stay?? I came back
with ?Hon, I know you love dancing so feel free?I don?t mind as long as
they can get you home.?

Aimee rose and said I?ll check and see. She
walked back toward the back bar and turned back before entering (seemingly
just checking to make sure her black lover was still there). She bounded
back to me and said, Wendy and her boyfriend said they don?t mind at
all.? Now my curiosity was aroused, Wendy who just minutes ago was
married now had a boyfriend (my what drink can do to your logic). I
played along ?You sure you don?t mind if I leave? Aimee replied somewhat
unconvincingly ?Well I wish you would stay, but I don?t mind since the
noise is a bit loud!? I smiled and said, ?I?ll catch a cab.? Aimee
kissed me and said she wasn?t sure how late Wendy and her boyfriend
planned to be out.? I said, that?s find we?ve got nothing going on
tomorrow anyhow, just make sure to ride back with them and not in a cab
alone so late. I could feel Aimee watching me as I left.

As I exited, I told the bouncers I was just getting some air (as I didn?t
intend to wait in line to get back in. They nodded in approval. I
walked a short distance before backtracking and reentered the club. I saw
Aimee just as she disappeared into the back bar and dance area again. I
lingered in the main area to allow even more time to pass ensuring Aimee
was convinced I had left. I then walked back to my vantage point and
discovered my wife again sitting at the bar with her black suitor. This
time he was leaning on the bar his foot on Aimee?s barstool with his face
close to hers.

They were talking, smiling, and engaged in some sort of
banter. Gone was any hint of Aimee?s nervousness?she no longer looked
about the room to ensure that I was not in view. After a short period of
time and another shot of some sort he stood took Aimee?s hand and led her
out into the main area of the club and back to the dance floor. They
quickly got into the rhythm of the music and before long Aimee was bumping
and grinding with him to the music. Not as lustily as earlier but still
well beyond what you?d expect of a married woman with a man she?d just
met. After few songs the man motioned to a blonde bar maid. After
exchanging some words while Aimee danced in front of him oblivious to this
event he handed her what seemed a fairly large fold of money. After about
10 minutes, the blonde retuned carrying a tray with two bottles of
Cristal. The man took Aimee?s hands and led her behind the blonde barmaid.

The blonde led them to the back hallway and to one of the private party
rooms. She disappeared into the room and left the tray. After Aimee and
her black stud entered, the barmaid left ensuring the door was locked
behind her. I was desperate to find out what was going on. The door was
locked so I found the barmaid out in main area and after some legal
threats (being a lawyer has its benefits) and a $200 tip, she led me up to
the second floor where a door led to a darkened balcony in the private
party room where she had left Aimee and her black lover.

The noise was
much reduced yet enough residual noise from the club allowed be to move
quietly without being noticed. The room below was large with a nice three
sided bar in the center. Nice tables and chairs scattered about around
the bar and several seating areas with large couches and love seats along
the sides of the room. There were plasma screens positioned throughout
the room currently blank or showing scenes from the club?s dance
floor. The black man Aimee was with was at the bar pouring Cristal in
into the two champagne flutes the barmaid had left on the tray with the
champagne. Aimee was standing near one of the large couches off to the
right. In perfect view for me.

He brought the drinks back smiled and rose his glass in a toast ?To our
dance earlier tonight? Aimee blushed slightly as they toasted sipped her
champagne. He then said ?Baby I can?t believe we actually did that,
thought we could use some time away from the noise out there?so I had them
open this room for us? ?Did I catch your name right?Amy?? Aimee smiled
?yes.? ?So your man headed home already? Aimee shook her head yes as he
topped of her glass with more Cristal. They sat back close together on
the couch. Aimee offered no resistance as he slipped his arm around her
and drew his mouth to hers. My wife?s lips parted and opened as they
began to kiss deeply.

Unlike earlier on the dance floor these kisses
lasted far longer. Aimee?s silky white hands pulled her black lovers
close shaved head toward her kissing even more passionately. She moaned
and sighed as they kissed. The heavy kissing went on for several minutes
as the writhed together on the couch.

Then suddenly at one point Aimee abruptly pushed him away from her. For a
brief moment, I thought she had come to her senses and was ending this
encounter. I was shocked and at the same time turned on to watch instead
as she lifted her tight blue top above her breasts and unsnapped the front
of her bra giving her fuck friend unfettered access to her breasts. He
wasted no time bringing his right hand to her left breast while he lowered
his mouth to her right breasts taking her nipple firmly into his
mouth.

Aimee sighed loudly and through her head back into the corner of
the couch as he worked her breasts with his hands and mouth. She looked
so sluttish, half dressed as his black head moved about her chest. He got
into a rhythm of moving from breast to breast with occasional forays up
her chest and neck to her mouth. They?d kiss passionately and then he
mould kiss behind her ear and work his way down to her tits again.

This went on for some time when I noticed that he now had a hand working
along her leg. He moved his had to the inside of her knee. Aimee
responded by opening up her legs allowing him to slide up her skirt
revealing her lacy blue panties which matched the bra now hanging off of
her as he worked her tits. Aimee worked her way out of her top and
allowed the bra to finally slip all the way off as he removed her
panties.

Aimee now wore only the short black skirt now bunched above her
waist looking like no more than a thick belt and her stiletto boots. The
hair in the immediate vicinity of her vagina was matted down in her
wetness. He now kissed down her stomach and back to her breasts with an
occasionally journey down her side to her thighs. At a few points I
thought I was going to see him taste my wife?s cunt, but he was sly, only
teasing her, well aware that remnants of his earlier deposit were still
taking up residence within her.

He worked Aimee into a frenzy with his breastwork and handwork. Soon her
hand slithered their way under his shirt working it off him, in the
process revealing his muscular and sculpted body. Her hands then grasped
at his crotch after some massaging she worked on removing his belt and
unzipping his pants as the kissed with a renewed zeal. Soon she removed
his black manhood from the prison of his pants. She grasped the 10 inch
black monster with her hands and slowly began to kiss her way down his
chest. His hands massaged her tits as her kiss went ever lower savoring
the taste of his black flesh.

Within a few minutes, her mouth approached
his cock. She smoothly readjusted her position on the couch as her hands
guided his cock to her lips. Her lips parted and she lowered her mouth
over the head of the enormous black shaft. He sighed leaned back into the
couch and smiled deviously as he enjoyed the work of my white wife?s
mouth, lips, and tongue. The contrast of their skin heightened my arousal
at the sight before me. Aimee was never much into oral sex, sure on
occasion she?d give some head as part of our foreplay, but this was a no
kidding blowjob on a cock that had not long before emptied its load into
her womanhood. Soon her head was bobbing on his cock head and several
inches of his shaft. This continues for several minutes, their bodies
intertwined on the couch.

What I saw next added to the sluttiness of her antics. He pulled her off
stood before her at her up on the couch. Then as she leaned forward, he
guided her mouth back onto his black rod. Before there had been semblance
of passion (so to speak) in what she was doing this now was pure lust an
unadulterated blowjob complete with slurping sounds and the attendant
strands of spittle mixed with precum whenever she removed her mouth for a
moment before taking it in again.

He now had her doing things she never
dreamed of doing. He reached over to the table next to the couch picked
up the bottle of Cristal and proceeded to pour a small stream of champagne
down the top of his shaft into her mouth. Aimee drank it down opening her
mouth wider to allow it to run into her mouth. Closing her lips tightly
about his cock swallowing and opening for the next sip. Finally, he said,
?Damn, baby, I need to sit down."

I watched mesmerized as he turned sat
down on the couch while at the same time Aimee slid off the couch to her
knees and turned to face him, I am convinced to this day that his cock
never left her mouth as the executed this maneuver. Her left hand kept
the black python aligned with her mouth as she sucked his cock fervently
while her right hand moved down her pussy and she began to finger
herself. The stud grinned as he lifted her hair up behind her head so he
could have a better view of the white slut (my wife) sucking his cock.

Finally, Aimee had enough and pulled off him, laid back on the couch and
shook her head ?yes? when he gave her a look that must have said, ?You
want me inside you?? He stood up grasped her ankles and held her legs
apart as with one hand Aimee guided his cock to her sopping wet hairy hole
while the other spread her labia apart. With one fluid movement, he
buried the full length of his cock into her. Aimee moaned loudly as she
pushed her head and upper torso deeply into the couch. He pulled almost
out and then thrust back into her. Her body responded in kind meeting him
thrust for thrust. Before long Aimee was lost in ecstasy. Moaning and
coming loudly. I can?t put it all into words.

It?s a blur of her saying
:Oh god, sooo good, mmmm, fuck me (she isn?t one to swear)? fuck me?Oh god
that?s it fuck me.. .don?t stop?it?s so deep?I?m coming?ahhh?ughhh?give it
to me. He replied by fucking the daylights out of my wife. He leaned
over and kissed her sloppily as he fucked her. Then he turned her over
while she bent over the couch and took him doggy style. She came hard
again. Then he laid behind her on the couch and spooned her. She would
turn her head back so they could make out as they fucked. Aimee took
charge for a bit and rode him while he worked her tits with his mouth as
she thrust up and down on his black shaft.

He turned her back over and resumed fucking her from a standing position
as she laid on the couch. She came hard again rolling her head from side
to side. He began to tense and grunted ?I?m gonna come all over your face
baby? my thought was yeah right?as she has never done that. But she was
lost in the fog of drink and sex and not only offered no objection but as
he mad a few last powerful thrusts into she brought her hands down to his
cock and as he pulled out she guided his cock toward her mouth as she slid
he body down the couch to the floor. The first spurt landed in a string
across her lips nose and forehead and into her hair, as the second stream
emerged from his cock she had it aimed right across her now outstretched
tongue and right into her mouth.

She then closed her lips around the bulb
of his cock while he emptied his balls into her mouth. I could see her
swallowing motions before she resumed gently sucking his cock for a few
seconds. She let it flop out of her mouth. She had taken her first ever
sperm load into her mouth and on top of that swallowed the load?all but
the string still stretched across her face and hair. She collapsed back
onto the couch and he sat down next to her. He got up brought over a
towel, which she used to wipe the sperm off her face. She was still
laying their naked when He said, ?I suppose need to be getting you home
before your husband get worried? Aimee said, ?Yeah I guess I should be
going.? ?He mentioned he had driven?as I had a cab to catch I took that
as a cue to leave to ensure I was at the house before she arrived home.

I quickly hailed a cab and got home about 20 minutes later I heard a car
pull up our drive with the lights off. We live in a rural area on a large
plot of land so when Aimee didn?t come in I ventured out along the edge of
the property and slowly approached the car. It was a nice convertible
with the top back. The first words I could make out were Aimee?s saying
that the house was still a ways off up the driveway. He said he wanted to
see her again and she said she would like to as well.

Thinking the night
was ending I started to head back to the house when he said ?Babe you are
so hot, I don?t think I wanna wait, I want you right here and now!? Aimee
hesitantly replied ?here in the car in my driveway?? As I turned back, I
saw him shaking his head yes, as they embraced starting round three of the
night. I can?t go into detail as it was like watching a silhouette and
they managed (deliberately, I?m sure) to keep the noise down. They began
with some kissing and fondling. I saw him lower his head to work Aimee?s
breasts and yep before long Aimee leaned over from the passenger side and
her head disappeared below the dash into his lap the back of her head
briefly showing from time to timer as she savored the taste of his now
twice fucked cock (no doubt tasting a mix of his black manhood, his sperm
mixed with her juices?what a slut she?d become tonight. She sucked his
cock for about 10 minutes and the repositioned her to face him as she
straddled him in the drivers seat. She came and then he opened his door
laid her on the hood of his car and proceeded to fuck my wife in our
driveway.

This was more of a quickie and soon he grunted thrust deep into
her and released another torrent of black seed into my wife?s pussy. They
lay still for a moment or two before Aimee dressed and gave him a peck
goodnight. He drove off as Aimee walked up the drive I beat her back and
just managed to undress and get into bed before she got in. She showered
and then crawled into bed next to me. I feigned sleep as she climbed into
bed. I turned and said, ?How was your night? she lied a last time saying
how nice it was to hang out with Wendy. She drifted off to sleep. It was
four in the morning it was only 10 hours earlier that my conservative wife
had transformed herself into a complete slut for black cock.

She carried on an illicit affair with him for about 6 months?not knowing
that I was watching her every move. I had a surveillance system installed
in the house and in her car and kept a recorder on the phone line which
allowed me to get into place anytime they rendezvoused outside of the
house?which as luck would have it was rare?she seemed to prefer having him
at our place.

Their escapades were wanton, pure unadulterated sex. One of my favorite
episodes was one morning after I had left for work. He came over and
Aimee took him to our bedroom. After some intense making out (I love
watching them kiss as part of foreplay and even more so during sex) Aimee
undressed him dropped to her knees and then with sluttish abandon
proceeded to suck his cock in a manner I think would rival a top porn
scene. She was so into it she was slobbering all over him. Sucking his
dick and shaft licking his balls, shaft, and head. It was especially
whorish seeing her suck his balls into her mouth. Her spittle completely
covered his cock, all around her mouth and dripping in globs down her
chest onto her legs and the floor. She forced herself down on his shaft
until she gagged at which point she pull back up before thrusting her
mouth down for even more.

He talked dirty to her, telling her how slutty
she was acting and what would I think if I came home and saw my wife like
this (as it was I was seeing). She paid no heed to his taunts and focused
on sucking his dick. She paused briefly, pulled off him, looked up at him
and said ?Cum in my mouth? and shoved her mouth back down on his
head. The black stud took her to task. Using his hands to assist her
cocksucking. He grunted pulled his cock back so just the head was in her
mouth and let loose a torrential flow of cum. He held her head on?though
there was no need and she was greedily sucking as he came. Aimee made
some slurping sounds, pulled off him looked up, opened her mouth, worked
the sperm around for him to see before closing her lips and swallowing the
load whole. He responded, ?You fucking slutty whore?you can?t get enough
of black cock can you?? Aimee looked up at him, just gave a slight
giggle, and bobbed her head on his rod a few more times. They rested a
few minutes, showered together in the master bath before he led her naked
to our bed where he fucked her silly in every conceivable position before
popping a load into her twat.

The affair ended when he had to move to a new town?but they said goodbye
in style with her first and only gangbang?he came over with 6 black
friends all hung like he was and for an entire night fucked the shit out
of my wife (I was ?on a business trip?, in reality monitoring their
activity). When I say fucked the shit out of her I mean just that?two of
them gave her an intense ass-fucking. She even took one of their cocks
fresh from her ass into her mouth as he came. They each in the end came
no less than 4 times each. At one point, she was airtight taking on three
black dicks at one time, ass, mouth, and pussy. She was a complete whore
and a complete mess taking no rest (they did). By the time it was over,
she was caked in sweat and sperm. Her face was glazed, her hair matted in
an insane matter with sperm, while her pussy was matted down as well in
the mixture of her and their juices, with theirs oozing out of her swollen
well-fucked cunt. They left her on our bed as she collapsed and fell
asleep. That was the end of that affair.

Am I jealous in a way sure, but not really she is back to me now and I am
enjoying the benefits of her newfound sexuality. She played it slow
gradually working up to what she did for him that first night. But now I
enjoy some steamy sexual escapades with her and some great head
too. Overall, I am glad he brought out my wife?s inner slut. Moreover,
frankly if in the future she wants to indulge in some black cock on the
side?that?s fine by me. I am not at all small but no doubt somewhere
within her is a yearning for a little bit more on occasion. So for all
you black brother out there keep an eye out you never know maybe you?ll
run into my wife. If you do, hold nothing back, you have my blessing to
treat her like a slut and enjoy the bennies!


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