My Wife Snuck-Fucked BBC at Her Birthday Party
by EroticWriter
Then I heard her, her moaning. I would know those sounds anywhere, my wife in the act of fucking. Only now she seemed to be moaning louder and more deeply than she does with me. More deeply, as in more deeply fucked perhaps?
She was somewhere down there on the grass. Who is it? Who has my wife on the ground?
"Uuh Uuh Uuuh! Oh gawd I'm cumming again...Uuh Uuh Uuh."
'Cumming again? My wife? Usually it's one time for her and that's it.'
It had happened so fast I still find it hard to believe, but I have the photo to prove it. It was my wife's 40th birthday party and all her friends had came. Her Bridge card game friends, her friends from church, and two or three old friends from high school so many years ago.
Me? Well I am her husband and yes, Tina and I have mutual friends between us, but most of my friends that we mutually share are closer to me than to her. I have my male friends: hunting buddies, football buddies, and drinking, on occasion, buddies.
That was the problem. I have too many buddies to be paling around with while my wife grew progressively more intoxicated as the evening passed. I should have been spending more time with her and not my drinking buddies.
He didn't know I was over in the corner, so I sort of 'caught' Bill, one of my buddies feeling my wife's ass as she was standing at the table in the kitchen. Bill had come up beside and slightly behind her on her left side and ran his right hand down and up one cheek on the outside of her dress, dug four fingers it looked like into her ass crack as he gave her a squeeze, then started to walk away.
Fuck, that was more than just a quick 'feel,' Bill had dug in and hung on. Her dress was still jammed into her crack.
Normally Tina would have gotten mad instantly at whoever it was who had the nerve to try that. But she was somewhat plastered and I saw and heard my wife giggle and say 'Stop that Honey.” She thought it was me, obviously. But by the time she had turned around to see for sure who it was, Bill had already walked away and Tina wasn't sure which of the guys standing around had done it.
Then, becoming aware that her dress is still stuck up in her ass crack, Tina reached back and tugged it out. As she looked around to see if anyone is watching, her face turned red.
In my head I said to myself, 'Chalk up a freebie feel on my wife Bill Williams, but that's all you'll ever get from her.' I knew Bill was not her type, though even after 22 years of marriage I wasn't sure what exactly was my wife's type.
Tina's type. If she ever fucks another man, who would she choose? I'm only an inch or so taller than Tina, and when she wears heels, she is taller than me. Is she attracted to tall men? I'm getting up there, closer to 50 than 40 now. Is she attracted to younger men?
I have an average six-plus inch penis that still works pretty good, only on rare occasions failing to stay completely hard when I make love to Tina. But, does she ever wonder about other men, their penis, and the size? Is my wife maybe attracted to men who look like they might have a larger cock? Or a cock that stays hard 100% of the time during a fuck, or fucks?
There were a lot of guys at the party that, given the chance, I figured would not hesitate to fuck my wife. After all, even at 40 Tina looks pretty fine. The face is great, the waist still goes in where it is supposed to, and she has tits that, even when on her back, still stick out mostly straight ahead. Best of all, and I am an ass man, my wife has an ass that men would love to grab, as evidenced by what Bill had just done.
My wife's pussy though, having borne two children, is not as tight as it used to be, of course. She knows it's kind of loose, and has expressed concern about it to me, not lately, but years ago. I assured her that there is no problem, that my foreskin movement on each stroke keeps things feeling good for me, even when she gets extra wet and feels 'loose.'
For the most part, that is 100% percent true in my case, but there are times when I kind of wish she was the old, tight Tina.
But, when she was expressing those concerns, concerns for me she said, I wondered perhaps if she was thinking I no longer feel as good to her. You know, the changes in our relative sizes after her having the kids, who were away at college by the way.
Charles, my boss was at her party too, and he, most of all, I should have been watching. He had been over to our house several times in past years, first as a co-worker but then things had changed. Two years ago he had been promoted due to his having that advanced degree in Engineering I lacked, and now he was my boss.
Though Charles is black, it has never been a factor in our friendship over the years, but with his promotion things had changed slightly between us. Maybe it was only in my thinking. because away from the shop Charles acted exactly the same with me, but at work, he was now the boss, my boss.
There had always been this thing, this funny connection between my wife and Charlie. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she had always acted a little different around Charlie than my other male friends.
At first I thought it was because Charlie is black and my wife was maybe, a bit prejudiced. Tonight though, I learned the truth. My wife had always been attracted to him and as a result had been keeping Charlie at arm's length so as to not give in to her own fantasies or maybe, desire.
Around midnight, as the party was winding down to some degree but several guests were still hanging around and drinking both in the house and our large back yard, I began to wonder where my wife has disappeared to.
Most of her bridge and church girl friends had departed and there were probably more of my friends around then hers. All night I had been carrying this neat little digital camera around in my pocket and taking photos here and there.
Then I had forgotten about picture taking and pocketed the camera. I was looking for my wife and not having found her in the house, and yes I checked all three bedrooms, then the front porch in case she was out there saying goodbye to guests. I did notice thought that one of the beds, a single in my son's room who had long ago moved on, was wrinkled in a used for sex way. One of our guests, I mean two, had been doing the nasty, and I wondered who it had been. I was pretty sure though, not my wife.
After checking for cum spots on the bedspread and finding none, I kept looking.
Tina wasn't on our illuminated back porch either, though four or five guests were still seated there and laughing and joking.
Then. as I began looking around the yard, I realized that neither Bill Williams nor my boss were anywhere around. Normally either one would have waited to say goodbye.
My heart was thumping. There was one place I had not yet checked. I could feel it. I knew, something is up, maybe a cock around or in my wife. Who is it, Bill? My boss?
Not wanting anyone to see me going out there to check, I checked our guests. No one was looking my way so I stepped off the back porch.
Since our house sits on 2 1/2 acres, we have a deep yard, and I went deep, past our pool, back beyond where the patio lights could reach. In the back of our yard it slopes down some, and from the porch, even in the daylight, some of our yard is out of sight. I went through a couple of trees, all the while trying to be quiet.
Even this deep, I pay a company to keep the lawn mowed.
Then I heard her, the moaning. I would know those sounds anywhere, my wife in the act of fucking. Only now she seemed to be moaning louder and more deeply than she does with me. More deeply, as in more deeply fucked perhaps?
She was somewhere down there on the grass. Who is it? Who has my wife on the ground?
"Uuh Uuh Uuuh! Oh gawd I'm cumming again...Uuh Uuh Uuh."
'Again? My wife? Usually it's one time for her and that's it.'
My hands shaking, I pulled out a light in order to see. The thing is, the light had a camera attached, and that's what I used. I pointed the camera toward the sounds and tripped the shutter.
FLASH!
It was bright and quick. I caught a very brief glimpse, long enough to see what looked like two figures on the ground. It had looked like brown over white, but I wasn't sure. As I scurried away I heard my wife gasp it out. "What was that? Was it a camera? I think I saw something bright, like a camera flash it looked like."
Then, wondering why the Hell I was running away in my own yard, I slowed down, then stopped as I heard my boss answer, confirming his identity to me. "I don't know Tina, I had my head down, but I'm pretty sure it was just heat lightning. Does that in the summer."
Then, divine providence perhaps, a rumble of thunder could be heard, way off in the distance. Talk about timing!
Charlie chuckled. "Hear that? That's what it was."
I had stopped and was listening as I heard my wife say "Oh, Good." She giggled. "I might have had my legs opened, but my eyes were closed. Now get to fucking again and keep using that big thing on me."
'Big thing.' Fuck, just like the stories, the whispered giggles amongst white women, the jokes among white men who are hiding their concern, it was confirmed, my boss, my black boss has a big cock, and it's in my wife!
Had it been a white man, any white man, any black man on her, I would have been down there in a heartbeat. But it was my boss.
I waited and listened for a couple minutes more, and it sounded like they were not about to be finishing up all that quick as I heard my wife cumming again.
"Aaaaa yeah baby, move that ass and get those legs higher around me. Yeah, like that. Now I can feed the real man meat to you..."
'Real man meat?' That sounded like a put down to me, but I couldn't be sure. No way could my boss know he is bigger than me unless my wife has told him.
She might not have said anything up till now, but she gave away my secret with her reply. "Yesssss. That's what you're doing, feeding me man meat for the first time ever."
Thanks baby, for doing that to me with my boss. Bitch! Yeah, at that point I was experiencing an anger rush.
But I was more aroused than upset. My cock of course, was probably 90 percent erect and I had it out and was stroking as it hardened. It would seem that now, Tina was not worrying about a loose fit. I considered jerking off till I cum and probably would have for sure, but I had someone else in mind now that my wife is cheating.
I needed to get back to my guests, and besides, there was this one new cute chick from the office that was still here, and I had been fantasizing on her, and now, well, maybe I might just do some talking. Fuck around with someone from work?
A 'No No' in most cases. But, if I do have a photo of the boss on my wife in this camera, I have my protection if anything comes up at work.
Then I heard my wife. "Uuh Uuh. Oh Charlie...shit. I can feel you cumming. Give it to me baby!"
"Shit Tina, way you feel, I might be taking some of this again."
It was definitely time for me to be leaving. My wife cumming? My wife talking like that, that kind of language to another man? To my boss? My mouth was opened wide in disbelief.
This could go on, but Charlie cumming? This might be the end of it. He had said he might be taking some more, but that might just be talk. Shaking my head sadly, I walked slowly back across the yard, had to talk to a couple of guests on the backyard patio as my erection slowly subsided, and then went inside.
I couldn't be dallying around now. My boss and my wife will be getting up and trying to get dressed. I wondered if the boss has a light with him. Good luck on finding those clothes.
I hurried to where I could check my camera to see what I had got. Hopefully faces would show. Then, good luck after bad luck, I saw her, and stopped. She was seated on the couch, having a drink, and amazingly, considering how good she looks, alone. No time to waste. At any moment she might get up to leave, or someone will start trying to pick up on her. Seeing the photo was going to have to wait, briefly.
"Hi."
She grinned, a lazy grin, at me, and I knew she might be a little high from the alcohol. Good, that I needed for her to be so I could do some talking, but first...
"Sherry, I'd like to talk to you before you leave. Can you wait just a minute while I hit the bathroom and then I'll be right back?"
Sherry giggled, and boy does she have a nice smile, and maybe some great 22 year old tits and a tight pussy under that tight fitting dress.
"I'll be right here Mister Johnson." Big smile and a wave with the hand holding the drink.
Once in inside a hall bathroom I pulled out my half way to erection cock, peeled back the slippery with pre-cum foreskin and took a quick piss. I studied my cock while holding it. More than six but closer to six than seven inches when erect. You'd think that would be enough for Tina, to keep her happy, but apparently not.
Then, stuffing my cock that kept growing back into my pants. I wiped my slippery fingers with toilet paper, flushed the toilet and clicked on a couple of settings and there they were. The incriminating photo and two subjects. A photo in black and white, and in color. It was a lucky shot for sure, lucky in that it had been centered almost perfect, and all that needed to be seen was there.
Fuck, just look at that. My boss and my wife! Her legs shamelessly spread open for him. Her arms tightly holding him by the head. Their lips locked together. His cock at the moment the flash went off, buried deep in her. That is if that nice and firm looking black ass had been in the act of moving at that particular moment.
It looked like it had happened so fast, their desire for one another that they had scattered their clothes, mostly hers, across the yard. His pants and underwear were still wrapped around one ankle.
Those clothes. They had tossed them aside in the total dark in their rush to get started, big black cock into married white pussy, and for my wife, her first multiple orgasms.
Wanting to get out there and talk to that chick, what's her name, oh yes, Sherry...(excuse me but I've been drinking) whom I had seen in the living room before she decided to leave, I quickly studied that photo, and I saw something else when I expanded it.
My wife was still wearing her black panties. They had been in such a hurry to fuck that the panties had been pulled aside.
Far as I knew, that was my wife's first strange fuck, her first big cock, her first black cock, all of those things that make for a good, hot story. I couldn't believe that now, I was just like those white men I had read about, cuckolded men, on all those sites that cater to big black cock followers.
Before tonight, I would never have done this, cheated on my wife and especially not with someone from work. But that cute 22 year old was still here, and a little high. I flirted as I stood over the couch and looking down at her. She flirted back.
Without telling Sherry my intention, I took her hand, she smiled and stood up, and I walked her into a hallway and directly into a bedroom.
Me and my wife's bedroom, and I locked the door.
There would be no groping in the dark for me. I turned on the two lamps on each side of the bed. Her I wanted to see.
We were in each other's arms instantly. I think her hands started roaming even before mine as we undressed each other.
Her titties were firmer even than Tina's. Sorry, Tina.
Fuck she was nice. It was quick, our beginning, maybe just like it had been for my wife with my boss, but I waited for her.
Surprisingly, she was shaved. Her pussy looked really small on the exterior, and her tight inner lips seemed to embrace the head of my cock as I stared down and after tugging my foreskin back I worked it partially in.
I looked up from her tightness holding me tight at the entrance and into her eyes. She was ready there was no doubt about that as she trembled, then sort of shoved her body up to meet mine. As my head made full penetration, she groaned, just like I had heard Tina groan.
Her pussy was tighter than Tina's. Sorry again, Tina.
Damn she feels good, and on top of that, she's a good kisser.
I was able to hold back despite her youthful almost virginal tightness because I had a liquor hardon, the kind that lasts.
I didn't hear anything from Sherry like 'Fuck me with that big cock,' but I did hear some nice sighs and moans. I didn't ask her if she is on the pill, and she didn't bring it up.
Like me, I think she wanted to go skin to skin, the best kind. I made sure she had the vital must happen orgasm, and then I let mine go. Fuck it was intense, one of my best ever, and I hadn't even been thinking of my wife getting fucked when I did it.
No pulling it out and cumming on her body or face or all over her pussy. I put my load over six inches deep into her and left it there.
Sherry hugged me tight after, telling me that I had caught her at a 'weak' time, that she had just broke up with a long-time boyfriend, her only lover until now, and I had been a pleasant surprise.
She liked it that I had 'cared' about her pleasure, and had lasted long enough for her to 'get there.'
She had 'gotten there' alright. Right in my ear she had gotten there, and with her fingers digging into my back and ass she had gotten there. It had sort of restored my ego a bit after seeing what my wife had been, or was still, doing.
We laid there, in my marriage bed for perhaps ten minutes after and I made sure to make with the small talk, some romantic, so she might be willing to keep this going. I didn't dare ask Sherry about size, her previous lover. Not tonight. I'm a little self-conscious about my size now. Maybe after we get to know one another I'll ask her. I do know this, that fit was tight, very, just like it used to be with Tina.
I wanted to get back out there, wherever she is, and check on my wife, but Sherry was important to me now. It was then, as I was making sure to give her adequate 'time' after the fuck, that I talked to Sherry about keeping this a secret, from work. She assured me that she will be mum at work and wants to keep seeing me, but what about my wife?
I told her that my wife and I have an 'understanding,' something of course not yet true, but later tonight it would be...we have an understanding or we divorce.
To Hell with my wife, and my boss.
I even lingered long enough to go into the master bath with her while still fully naked and caress Sherry on the head and neck as she sat on my toilet and drained some of my cum. Then, seeing it she would let me, I grabbed a washcloth from the rack, ran some warm water over it and used it to gently wipe her pussy as she sat with her legs opened wide.
She was so sweet and I was feeling more like this is a father/daughter relationship rather than workmates.
"Oooh, Mr. Johnson, that's much nicer than me using toilet paper. Thank you."
I didn't bother to tell her to use my first name and I was thinking of Chic Fil A when I said, "My Pleasure."
So I have my new gal, my secret from work gal, and my wife and I have an understanding since I showed her the photo. My wife doesn't fuck around, or I file for divorce and she does not get the house. Child support would not be an issue since the kids are grown and in college.
My wife doesn't know about Sherry of course, I'm not stupid.
That photo speaks volumes. I showed it to my attorney so that he could witness, from my camera, the time and date so there's no doubt about the authenticity if I ever have to use it in court. He's got a copy on file.
I have other photos from the same night, and in some of them, there he is, my boss, and in one, and listen to this, I took it after they had returned to the back patio and were acting all so innocent. In that group photo he's standing next to my wife. Close, but not too close.
I made it a point to assemble some remaining guests to get that photo. Bill Williams happened to be in the little group as I took the photo, and as I viewed it later, I saw that he was looking over at Tina.
'Clever them,' I thought as I took that photo. There they are, my boss and wife. And sneaky. But not sneaky enough.
My boss still doesn't know that I know, that I had taken that photo of his ass on the grass. It's probably best that things go unsaid. I want to keep my job without having to twist arms. But from now on, I'm keeping my wife close at hand at future parties.
Speaking of keeping my wife close at hand, you might be wondering how long it took before I fucked her again. Note I didn't say 'made love to her.' That was out now. I had shown her the incriminating photo before, and we had made our 'arrangement, but since I had told her no fucking around, I was obliged to keep giving her some.
Tina tried to act normal, the same, but she felt different to me, different as in not as tight. That's probably because I'm used to having Sherry now, having her a lot, and that tightness Sherry continues to exhibit with me is pretty hard to top. Still, I love my wife, I guess, and we come together, so I guess it is still a marriage.
There might be a future problem or maybe an adventure coming up though. When I was saying goodbye to the final guests, Bill Williams was one of the last to leave, and as he stood by me on the front porch, he said, "I was out there listening to the action when you took that photo."
What? Out of the blue comes this? Oh fuck, he knows. I started to shake my head, like I did not know what he is talking about, and he said, "Come on man, we both know you were out there listening to your wife and getting a photo. Now, mind if I see it?"
Again, I hesitated.
"Fuck man, Tina sounded so hot. You've got it in your camera and I know you're carrying the camera around so why not show it to me? I promise to keep it to myself."
He sort of insisted, and since he now had this knowledge of what my wife had been doing, I reluctantly showed it to him, and as he studied it and made comments of how hot it looked, especially the way it looked like they had hurriedly tossed their clothes in all directions in their 'haste to be coupling' is the way he put it, my cock started tingling.
I admitted to Bill Williams, fibbed a bit actually, that until I had seen the photo once I got back inside the house, I had not known for sure if it was my boss or him that was fucking my wife.
He smiled. "You thought it might be me? Why?"
I told him what I had seen him trying to do, in the kitchen.
"I see," he said with a grin. "I managed to grab her ass so you thought I might have gotten Tina out into the back yard. I have to admit, I wish it had been me."
I sort of nodded my head. "Well, in a way I would have preferred it be you rather than my boss."
"Would you be saying or doing anything about it since I am not your boss?"
I decided not to say I would have slugged him as I shrugged. "Probably not, because it would have been my wife making the decision too."
With that line I had told Bill Williams that I had an image of him fucking my wife and that I would have accepted it, because I sensed what might be coming.
Sure enough, he asked, or rather, told me that he'd like to have a crack at Tina if I was ever so inclined.
I didn't say No, instead telling him that Tina and I had some talking to do and things to work out before I could consider anything else. I told him that 'catching' my wife out in the yard like that had been quite a shock to my system.
Bill had laughed understandably and said that he knew from the beginning what they were up to since he had seen them go out into the yard together. Well, not quite 'together' he said. My boss had gone on out first, and then, after looking around to make sure no one saw, Tina had followed him.
Because she had kept looking back, Bill had waited until Tina dropped over the hill before following them. Then, he said, after he got out there and into the trees off to the side, he had listened and they must have been almost finished getting the duds off he called them when he heard my boss saying, "Fuck I can't wait any longer. Don't worry about your panties, I'll go in the side."
Then he had heard Tina say "You can get on top" and then after a second she said, "Let me aim it," and then "Ooooh gawd" and let out a loud groan. As he listened, they had been going at it for maybe two or three minutes and he had not known I had arrived until the flash went off.
Now Bill was still holding my camera and staring at that photo, and my cock tingled as I watched him expand and study it one more time.
"Fuck that's a hot photo, the way she is kissing him as he's in deep and she has herself all wrapped around his body!"
Perhaps wanting to arouse me and get me in the mood to talk further about this, Bill was using eroticism. It was working as I answered him. "Yes. Yes it is."
"Too bad you can only see one tit in the photo, or his cock far as that goes."
I sort of chuckled as I grew used to the idea that Bill Williams is seeing a photo of my wife naked and being fucked. "Well, I know what they both look like so I only needed one tit in the photo, but you're right, his cock showing would have been nice." That made Bill laugh as I saw him reach down and adjust his cock in his pants. I think he intended for me to see that.
There was definitely something happening down there, I could see.
"I'd really like to fuck her and see if she would be the conversationalist with me like she was being with your boss."
"Conversationalist? Oh, you mean the way Tina was moaning and saying 'I'm cumming again' and telling him to fuck her?"
"Yeah man. Like I said, your wife really sounded hot."
I nodded and admitted something to him now that we were sharing secrets. "She's not all that talkative in bed with me."
He grinned at me, but for now, still had the illuminated photo up on my camera, which he continued to hold. He took another look at it and said, "She might be used to you, you know, 20 years married and all that, or maybe it was because she was getting a bigger cock."
He looked at me for confirmation, and I don't know why, but I admitted my newfound feeling of inferiority. "That's probably it. Way Tina was talking, Charles must be larger than I am."
Bill simply nodded as he stared into my face. "Talk to Tina and if you and she want to have a threesome, I'm available."
"I have to get things straightened out between us first, and if we're still married, I might give that a try."
Bill laughed. "You'll stay married. Be stupid for you to divorce your wife just because she had herself some strange. Most marrieds do it sooner or later."
He was confirming what I already believed, but still, I had to comment. "But with your spouse's boss, and black on top of it?"
Bill placed his hand on my shoulder in a fatherly mode, it seemed. "Your wife was drinking, she got horny, she got some. What you need to do now is feed that need she has. Keep your boss away from her of course, but feed her need with some safe strange. Me man, I can be her strange."
I was embarrassed, but I knew what he is offering might be the solution to keeping my wife in line. So I so much as told him I might go for sharing my wife, but only when I am there. "Like I said, if we stay together, I might feed her need by having you joining in. You would be convenient in me doing that."
Bill Williams looked at me and then as he again placed his hand on my shoulder sort of looked around to see if anyone is listening, and of course we already knew we were alone on the porch at the moment. "Like I said, I can be discreet. No one has to know a thing."
He again looked down at the photo, still up on my screen. "Mind if I send this to myself?" He laughed, "I promise to only jerk off once to it tonight before I go to sleep."
I don't know if he was being serious or joking, but I smiled and said, "No can do, but if we have that threesome you'll have some memories of your own to jack off to."
Then, nodding, he again adjusted his pants, handed my phone to me and left.
Now, since he asked and has already seen my wife's nude body, well, some of it, I have been seriously thinking of inviting Bill Williams over for a threesome.
My wife would probably have to go along after I tell her that Bill was also out there in the yard watching and listening. I have a hunch that Bill Williams also has a bigger cock than me. Could be because of one comment he made as he had studied the photo. "I wonder if your boss's cock is as big as mine?"
by EroticWriter
Then I heard her, her moaning. I would know those sounds anywhere, my wife in the act of fucking. Only now she seemed to be moaning louder and more deeply than she does with me. More deeply, as in more deeply fucked perhaps?
She was somewhere down there on the grass. Who is it? Who has my wife on the ground?
"Uuh Uuh Uuuh! Oh gawd I'm cumming again...Uuh Uuh Uuh."
'Cumming again? My wife? Usually it's one time for her and that's it.'
It had happened so fast I still find it hard to believe, but I have the photo to prove it. It was my wife's 40th birthday party and all her friends had came. Her Bridge card game friends, her friends from church, and two or three old friends from high school so many years ago.
Me? Well I am her husband and yes, Tina and I have mutual friends between us, but most of my friends that we mutually share are closer to me than to her. I have my male friends: hunting buddies, football buddies, and drinking, on occasion, buddies.
That was the problem. I have too many buddies to be paling around with while my wife grew progressively more intoxicated as the evening passed. I should have been spending more time with her and not my drinking buddies.
He didn't know I was over in the corner, so I sort of 'caught' Bill, one of my buddies feeling my wife's ass as she was standing at the table in the kitchen. Bill had come up beside and slightly behind her on her left side and ran his right hand down and up one cheek on the outside of her dress, dug four fingers it looked like into her ass crack as he gave her a squeeze, then started to walk away.
Fuck, that was more than just a quick 'feel,' Bill had dug in and hung on. Her dress was still jammed into her crack.
Normally Tina would have gotten mad instantly at whoever it was who had the nerve to try that. But she was somewhat plastered and I saw and heard my wife giggle and say 'Stop that Honey.” She thought it was me, obviously. But by the time she had turned around to see for sure who it was, Bill had already walked away and Tina wasn't sure which of the guys standing around had done it.
Then, becoming aware that her dress is still stuck up in her ass crack, Tina reached back and tugged it out. As she looked around to see if anyone is watching, her face turned red.
In my head I said to myself, 'Chalk up a freebie feel on my wife Bill Williams, but that's all you'll ever get from her.' I knew Bill was not her type, though even after 22 years of marriage I wasn't sure what exactly was my wife's type.
Tina's type. If she ever fucks another man, who would she choose? I'm only an inch or so taller than Tina, and when she wears heels, she is taller than me. Is she attracted to tall men? I'm getting up there, closer to 50 than 40 now. Is she attracted to younger men?
I have an average six-plus inch penis that still works pretty good, only on rare occasions failing to stay completely hard when I make love to Tina. But, does she ever wonder about other men, their penis, and the size? Is my wife maybe attracted to men who look like they might have a larger cock? Or a cock that stays hard 100% of the time during a fuck, or fucks?
There were a lot of guys at the party that, given the chance, I figured would not hesitate to fuck my wife. After all, even at 40 Tina looks pretty fine. The face is great, the waist still goes in where it is supposed to, and she has tits that, even when on her back, still stick out mostly straight ahead. Best of all, and I am an ass man, my wife has an ass that men would love to grab, as evidenced by what Bill had just done.
My wife's pussy though, having borne two children, is not as tight as it used to be, of course. She knows it's kind of loose, and has expressed concern about it to me, not lately, but years ago. I assured her that there is no problem, that my foreskin movement on each stroke keeps things feeling good for me, even when she gets extra wet and feels 'loose.'
For the most part, that is 100% percent true in my case, but there are times when I kind of wish she was the old, tight Tina.
But, when she was expressing those concerns, concerns for me she said, I wondered perhaps if she was thinking I no longer feel as good to her. You know, the changes in our relative sizes after her having the kids, who were away at college by the way.
Charles, my boss was at her party too, and he, most of all, I should have been watching. He had been over to our house several times in past years, first as a co-worker but then things had changed. Two years ago he had been promoted due to his having that advanced degree in Engineering I lacked, and now he was my boss.
Though Charles is black, it has never been a factor in our friendship over the years, but with his promotion things had changed slightly between us. Maybe it was only in my thinking. because away from the shop Charles acted exactly the same with me, but at work, he was now the boss, my boss.
There had always been this thing, this funny connection between my wife and Charlie. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she had always acted a little different around Charlie than my other male friends.
At first I thought it was because Charlie is black and my wife was maybe, a bit prejudiced. Tonight though, I learned the truth. My wife had always been attracted to him and as a result had been keeping Charlie at arm's length so as to not give in to her own fantasies or maybe, desire.
Around midnight, as the party was winding down to some degree but several guests were still hanging around and drinking both in the house and our large back yard, I began to wonder where my wife has disappeared to.
Most of her bridge and church girl friends had departed and there were probably more of my friends around then hers. All night I had been carrying this neat little digital camera around in my pocket and taking photos here and there.
Then I had forgotten about picture taking and pocketed the camera. I was looking for my wife and not having found her in the house, and yes I checked all three bedrooms, then the front porch in case she was out there saying goodbye to guests. I did notice thought that one of the beds, a single in my son's room who had long ago moved on, was wrinkled in a used for sex way. One of our guests, I mean two, had been doing the nasty, and I wondered who it had been. I was pretty sure though, not my wife.
After checking for cum spots on the bedspread and finding none, I kept looking.
Tina wasn't on our illuminated back porch either, though four or five guests were still seated there and laughing and joking.
Then. as I began looking around the yard, I realized that neither Bill Williams nor my boss were anywhere around. Normally either one would have waited to say goodbye.
My heart was thumping. There was one place I had not yet checked. I could feel it. I knew, something is up, maybe a cock around or in my wife. Who is it, Bill? My boss?
Not wanting anyone to see me going out there to check, I checked our guests. No one was looking my way so I stepped off the back porch.
Since our house sits on 2 1/2 acres, we have a deep yard, and I went deep, past our pool, back beyond where the patio lights could reach. In the back of our yard it slopes down some, and from the porch, even in the daylight, some of our yard is out of sight. I went through a couple of trees, all the while trying to be quiet.
Even this deep, I pay a company to keep the lawn mowed.
Then I heard her, the moaning. I would know those sounds anywhere, my wife in the act of fucking. Only now she seemed to be moaning louder and more deeply than she does with me. More deeply, as in more deeply fucked perhaps?
She was somewhere down there on the grass. Who is it? Who has my wife on the ground?
"Uuh Uuh Uuuh! Oh gawd I'm cumming again...Uuh Uuh Uuh."
'Again? My wife? Usually it's one time for her and that's it.'
My hands shaking, I pulled out a light in order to see. The thing is, the light had a camera attached, and that's what I used. I pointed the camera toward the sounds and tripped the shutter.
FLASH!
It was bright and quick. I caught a very brief glimpse, long enough to see what looked like two figures on the ground. It had looked like brown over white, but I wasn't sure. As I scurried away I heard my wife gasp it out. "What was that? Was it a camera? I think I saw something bright, like a camera flash it looked like."
Then, wondering why the Hell I was running away in my own yard, I slowed down, then stopped as I heard my boss answer, confirming his identity to me. "I don't know Tina, I had my head down, but I'm pretty sure it was just heat lightning. Does that in the summer."
Then, divine providence perhaps, a rumble of thunder could be heard, way off in the distance. Talk about timing!
Charlie chuckled. "Hear that? That's what it was."
I had stopped and was listening as I heard my wife say "Oh, Good." She giggled. "I might have had my legs opened, but my eyes were closed. Now get to fucking again and keep using that big thing on me."
'Big thing.' Fuck, just like the stories, the whispered giggles amongst white women, the jokes among white men who are hiding their concern, it was confirmed, my boss, my black boss has a big cock, and it's in my wife!
Had it been a white man, any white man, any black man on her, I would have been down there in a heartbeat. But it was my boss.
I waited and listened for a couple minutes more, and it sounded like they were not about to be finishing up all that quick as I heard my wife cumming again.
"Aaaaa yeah baby, move that ass and get those legs higher around me. Yeah, like that. Now I can feed the real man meat to you..."
'Real man meat?' That sounded like a put down to me, but I couldn't be sure. No way could my boss know he is bigger than me unless my wife has told him.
She might not have said anything up till now, but she gave away my secret with her reply. "Yesssss. That's what you're doing, feeding me man meat for the first time ever."
Thanks baby, for doing that to me with my boss. Bitch! Yeah, at that point I was experiencing an anger rush.
But I was more aroused than upset. My cock of course, was probably 90 percent erect and I had it out and was stroking as it hardened. It would seem that now, Tina was not worrying about a loose fit. I considered jerking off till I cum and probably would have for sure, but I had someone else in mind now that my wife is cheating.
I needed to get back to my guests, and besides, there was this one new cute chick from the office that was still here, and I had been fantasizing on her, and now, well, maybe I might just do some talking. Fuck around with someone from work?
A 'No No' in most cases. But, if I do have a photo of the boss on my wife in this camera, I have my protection if anything comes up at work.
Then I heard my wife. "Uuh Uuh. Oh Charlie...shit. I can feel you cumming. Give it to me baby!"
"Shit Tina, way you feel, I might be taking some of this again."
It was definitely time for me to be leaving. My wife cumming? My wife talking like that, that kind of language to another man? To my boss? My mouth was opened wide in disbelief.
This could go on, but Charlie cumming? This might be the end of it. He had said he might be taking some more, but that might just be talk. Shaking my head sadly, I walked slowly back across the yard, had to talk to a couple of guests on the backyard patio as my erection slowly subsided, and then went inside.
I couldn't be dallying around now. My boss and my wife will be getting up and trying to get dressed. I wondered if the boss has a light with him. Good luck on finding those clothes.
I hurried to where I could check my camera to see what I had got. Hopefully faces would show. Then, good luck after bad luck, I saw her, and stopped. She was seated on the couch, having a drink, and amazingly, considering how good she looks, alone. No time to waste. At any moment she might get up to leave, or someone will start trying to pick up on her. Seeing the photo was going to have to wait, briefly.
"Hi."
She grinned, a lazy grin, at me, and I knew she might be a little high from the alcohol. Good, that I needed for her to be so I could do some talking, but first...
"Sherry, I'd like to talk to you before you leave. Can you wait just a minute while I hit the bathroom and then I'll be right back?"
Sherry giggled, and boy does she have a nice smile, and maybe some great 22 year old tits and a tight pussy under that tight fitting dress.
"I'll be right here Mister Johnson." Big smile and a wave with the hand holding the drink.
Once in inside a hall bathroom I pulled out my half way to erection cock, peeled back the slippery with pre-cum foreskin and took a quick piss. I studied my cock while holding it. More than six but closer to six than seven inches when erect. You'd think that would be enough for Tina, to keep her happy, but apparently not.
Then, stuffing my cock that kept growing back into my pants. I wiped my slippery fingers with toilet paper, flushed the toilet and clicked on a couple of settings and there they were. The incriminating photo and two subjects. A photo in black and white, and in color. It was a lucky shot for sure, lucky in that it had been centered almost perfect, and all that needed to be seen was there.
Fuck, just look at that. My boss and my wife! Her legs shamelessly spread open for him. Her arms tightly holding him by the head. Their lips locked together. His cock at the moment the flash went off, buried deep in her. That is if that nice and firm looking black ass had been in the act of moving at that particular moment.
It looked like it had happened so fast, their desire for one another that they had scattered their clothes, mostly hers, across the yard. His pants and underwear were still wrapped around one ankle.
Those clothes. They had tossed them aside in the total dark in their rush to get started, big black cock into married white pussy, and for my wife, her first multiple orgasms.
Wanting to get out there and talk to that chick, what's her name, oh yes, Sherry...(excuse me but I've been drinking) whom I had seen in the living room before she decided to leave, I quickly studied that photo, and I saw something else when I expanded it.
My wife was still wearing her black panties. They had been in such a hurry to fuck that the panties had been pulled aside.
Far as I knew, that was my wife's first strange fuck, her first big cock, her first black cock, all of those things that make for a good, hot story. I couldn't believe that now, I was just like those white men I had read about, cuckolded men, on all those sites that cater to big black cock followers.
Before tonight, I would never have done this, cheated on my wife and especially not with someone from work. But that cute 22 year old was still here, and a little high. I flirted as I stood over the couch and looking down at her. She flirted back.
Without telling Sherry my intention, I took her hand, she smiled and stood up, and I walked her into a hallway and directly into a bedroom.
Me and my wife's bedroom, and I locked the door.
There would be no groping in the dark for me. I turned on the two lamps on each side of the bed. Her I wanted to see.
We were in each other's arms instantly. I think her hands started roaming even before mine as we undressed each other.
Her titties were firmer even than Tina's. Sorry, Tina.
Fuck she was nice. It was quick, our beginning, maybe just like it had been for my wife with my boss, but I waited for her.
Surprisingly, she was shaved. Her pussy looked really small on the exterior, and her tight inner lips seemed to embrace the head of my cock as I stared down and after tugging my foreskin back I worked it partially in.
I looked up from her tightness holding me tight at the entrance and into her eyes. She was ready there was no doubt about that as she trembled, then sort of shoved her body up to meet mine. As my head made full penetration, she groaned, just like I had heard Tina groan.
Her pussy was tighter than Tina's. Sorry again, Tina.
Damn she feels good, and on top of that, she's a good kisser.
I was able to hold back despite her youthful almost virginal tightness because I had a liquor hardon, the kind that lasts.
I didn't hear anything from Sherry like 'Fuck me with that big cock,' but I did hear some nice sighs and moans. I didn't ask her if she is on the pill, and she didn't bring it up.
Like me, I think she wanted to go skin to skin, the best kind. I made sure she had the vital must happen orgasm, and then I let mine go. Fuck it was intense, one of my best ever, and I hadn't even been thinking of my wife getting fucked when I did it.
No pulling it out and cumming on her body or face or all over her pussy. I put my load over six inches deep into her and left it there.
Sherry hugged me tight after, telling me that I had caught her at a 'weak' time, that she had just broke up with a long-time boyfriend, her only lover until now, and I had been a pleasant surprise.
She liked it that I had 'cared' about her pleasure, and had lasted long enough for her to 'get there.'
She had 'gotten there' alright. Right in my ear she had gotten there, and with her fingers digging into my back and ass she had gotten there. It had sort of restored my ego a bit after seeing what my wife had been, or was still, doing.
We laid there, in my marriage bed for perhaps ten minutes after and I made sure to make with the small talk, some romantic, so she might be willing to keep this going. I didn't dare ask Sherry about size, her previous lover. Not tonight. I'm a little self-conscious about my size now. Maybe after we get to know one another I'll ask her. I do know this, that fit was tight, very, just like it used to be with Tina.
I wanted to get back out there, wherever she is, and check on my wife, but Sherry was important to me now. It was then, as I was making sure to give her adequate 'time' after the fuck, that I talked to Sherry about keeping this a secret, from work. She assured me that she will be mum at work and wants to keep seeing me, but what about my wife?
I told her that my wife and I have an 'understanding,' something of course not yet true, but later tonight it would be...we have an understanding or we divorce.
To Hell with my wife, and my boss.
I even lingered long enough to go into the master bath with her while still fully naked and caress Sherry on the head and neck as she sat on my toilet and drained some of my cum. Then, seeing it she would let me, I grabbed a washcloth from the rack, ran some warm water over it and used it to gently wipe her pussy as she sat with her legs opened wide.
She was so sweet and I was feeling more like this is a father/daughter relationship rather than workmates.
"Oooh, Mr. Johnson, that's much nicer than me using toilet paper. Thank you."
I didn't bother to tell her to use my first name and I was thinking of Chic Fil A when I said, "My Pleasure."
So I have my new gal, my secret from work gal, and my wife and I have an understanding since I showed her the photo. My wife doesn't fuck around, or I file for divorce and she does not get the house. Child support would not be an issue since the kids are grown and in college.
My wife doesn't know about Sherry of course, I'm not stupid.
That photo speaks volumes. I showed it to my attorney so that he could witness, from my camera, the time and date so there's no doubt about the authenticity if I ever have to use it in court. He's got a copy on file.
I have other photos from the same night, and in some of them, there he is, my boss, and in one, and listen to this, I took it after they had returned to the back patio and were acting all so innocent. In that group photo he's standing next to my wife. Close, but not too close.
I made it a point to assemble some remaining guests to get that photo. Bill Williams happened to be in the little group as I took the photo, and as I viewed it later, I saw that he was looking over at Tina.
'Clever them,' I thought as I took that photo. There they are, my boss and wife. And sneaky. But not sneaky enough.
My boss still doesn't know that I know, that I had taken that photo of his ass on the grass. It's probably best that things go unsaid. I want to keep my job without having to twist arms. But from now on, I'm keeping my wife close at hand at future parties.
Speaking of keeping my wife close at hand, you might be wondering how long it took before I fucked her again. Note I didn't say 'made love to her.' That was out now. I had shown her the incriminating photo before, and we had made our 'arrangement, but since I had told her no fucking around, I was obliged to keep giving her some.
Tina tried to act normal, the same, but she felt different to me, different as in not as tight. That's probably because I'm used to having Sherry now, having her a lot, and that tightness Sherry continues to exhibit with me is pretty hard to top. Still, I love my wife, I guess, and we come together, so I guess it is still a marriage.
There might be a future problem or maybe an adventure coming up though. When I was saying goodbye to the final guests, Bill Williams was one of the last to leave, and as he stood by me on the front porch, he said, "I was out there listening to the action when you took that photo."
What? Out of the blue comes this? Oh fuck, he knows. I started to shake my head, like I did not know what he is talking about, and he said, "Come on man, we both know you were out there listening to your wife and getting a photo. Now, mind if I see it?"
Again, I hesitated.
"Fuck man, Tina sounded so hot. You've got it in your camera and I know you're carrying the camera around so why not show it to me? I promise to keep it to myself."
He sort of insisted, and since he now had this knowledge of what my wife had been doing, I reluctantly showed it to him, and as he studied it and made comments of how hot it looked, especially the way it looked like they had hurriedly tossed their clothes in all directions in their 'haste to be coupling' is the way he put it, my cock started tingling.
I admitted to Bill Williams, fibbed a bit actually, that until I had seen the photo once I got back inside the house, I had not known for sure if it was my boss or him that was fucking my wife.
He smiled. "You thought it might be me? Why?"
I told him what I had seen him trying to do, in the kitchen.
"I see," he said with a grin. "I managed to grab her ass so you thought I might have gotten Tina out into the back yard. I have to admit, I wish it had been me."
I sort of nodded my head. "Well, in a way I would have preferred it be you rather than my boss."
"Would you be saying or doing anything about it since I am not your boss?"
I decided not to say I would have slugged him as I shrugged. "Probably not, because it would have been my wife making the decision too."
With that line I had told Bill Williams that I had an image of him fucking my wife and that I would have accepted it, because I sensed what might be coming.
Sure enough, he asked, or rather, told me that he'd like to have a crack at Tina if I was ever so inclined.
I didn't say No, instead telling him that Tina and I had some talking to do and things to work out before I could consider anything else. I told him that 'catching' my wife out in the yard like that had been quite a shock to my system.
Bill had laughed understandably and said that he knew from the beginning what they were up to since he had seen them go out into the yard together. Well, not quite 'together' he said. My boss had gone on out first, and then, after looking around to make sure no one saw, Tina had followed him.
Because she had kept looking back, Bill had waited until Tina dropped over the hill before following them. Then, he said, after he got out there and into the trees off to the side, he had listened and they must have been almost finished getting the duds off he called them when he heard my boss saying, "Fuck I can't wait any longer. Don't worry about your panties, I'll go in the side."
Then he had heard Tina say "You can get on top" and then after a second she said, "Let me aim it," and then "Ooooh gawd" and let out a loud groan. As he listened, they had been going at it for maybe two or three minutes and he had not known I had arrived until the flash went off.
Now Bill was still holding my camera and staring at that photo, and my cock tingled as I watched him expand and study it one more time.
"Fuck that's a hot photo, the way she is kissing him as he's in deep and she has herself all wrapped around his body!"
Perhaps wanting to arouse me and get me in the mood to talk further about this, Bill was using eroticism. It was working as I answered him. "Yes. Yes it is."
"Too bad you can only see one tit in the photo, or his cock far as that goes."
I sort of chuckled as I grew used to the idea that Bill Williams is seeing a photo of my wife naked and being fucked. "Well, I know what they both look like so I only needed one tit in the photo, but you're right, his cock showing would have been nice." That made Bill laugh as I saw him reach down and adjust his cock in his pants. I think he intended for me to see that.
There was definitely something happening down there, I could see.
"I'd really like to fuck her and see if she would be the conversationalist with me like she was being with your boss."
"Conversationalist? Oh, you mean the way Tina was moaning and saying 'I'm cumming again' and telling him to fuck her?"
"Yeah man. Like I said, your wife really sounded hot."
I nodded and admitted something to him now that we were sharing secrets. "She's not all that talkative in bed with me."
He grinned at me, but for now, still had the illuminated photo up on my camera, which he continued to hold. He took another look at it and said, "She might be used to you, you know, 20 years married and all that, or maybe it was because she was getting a bigger cock."
He looked at me for confirmation, and I don't know why, but I admitted my newfound feeling of inferiority. "That's probably it. Way Tina was talking, Charles must be larger than I am."
Bill simply nodded as he stared into my face. "Talk to Tina and if you and she want to have a threesome, I'm available."
"I have to get things straightened out between us first, and if we're still married, I might give that a try."
Bill laughed. "You'll stay married. Be stupid for you to divorce your wife just because she had herself some strange. Most marrieds do it sooner or later."
He was confirming what I already believed, but still, I had to comment. "But with your spouse's boss, and black on top of it?"
Bill placed his hand on my shoulder in a fatherly mode, it seemed. "Your wife was drinking, she got horny, she got some. What you need to do now is feed that need she has. Keep your boss away from her of course, but feed her need with some safe strange. Me man, I can be her strange."
I was embarrassed, but I knew what he is offering might be the solution to keeping my wife in line. So I so much as told him I might go for sharing my wife, but only when I am there. "Like I said, if we stay together, I might feed her need by having you joining in. You would be convenient in me doing that."
Bill Williams looked at me and then as he again placed his hand on my shoulder sort of looked around to see if anyone is listening, and of course we already knew we were alone on the porch at the moment. "Like I said, I can be discreet. No one has to know a thing."
He again looked down at the photo, still up on my screen. "Mind if I send this to myself?" He laughed, "I promise to only jerk off once to it tonight before I go to sleep."
I don't know if he was being serious or joking, but I smiled and said, "No can do, but if we have that threesome you'll have some memories of your own to jack off to."
Then, nodding, he again adjusted his pants, handed my phone to me and left.
Now, since he asked and has already seen my wife's nude body, well, some of it, I have been seriously thinking of inviting Bill Williams over for a threesome.
My wife would probably have to go along after I tell her that Bill was also out there in the yard watching and listening. I have a hunch that Bill Williams also has a bigger cock than me. Could be because of one comment he made as he had studied the photo. "I wonder if your boss's cock is as big as mine?"
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