A Letter to my wife's new lover, Joshua, after their first date.
Dear Joshua, Sir,
I cannot thank you enough for the pleasure you brought to my wife, both on Sunday evening and on the days before and since. I hope this letter will serve to remind you of some of your experiences together, and perhaps it will even remind you of the pleasure you get from taking another man's wife to bed, and seeing reactions which you know her husband has never seen.
Thank you for the way you wrote to her and spoke to her before you met. You know that we received many responses to our ad seeking a "well-endowed gentleman," and long before Sally learned firsthand how well-endowed you are, she learned that you truly are a gentleman. When we arranged to meet you for dinner, and to see from there, you wrote to her that even dinner alone would be a wonderful evening. That took real class, and just about sealed her decision to take you to bed! After your phone call, she told me that she liked your voice and she liked how appreciative you were of her pictures online; you know she is sensitive about her appearance, and your words of admiration (and discrete lust) were music to her ears.
Thank you for asking me to buy condoms for you! I had never heard of Magnums before, and when I read that they were "large size, for added comfort," I began to get an idea of how "well-endowed" you were. When Sally had me try one on the night before your date, we *both* got an even better idea: when I pulled it on, it had about 10 wrinkles in the material along the length of my cock; when I pulled on the end to take out the wrinkles, there was two inches of material hanging off the end of my cock. Sally said the look on my face was priceless; she made me keep it on all evening, and every time she looked at it she laughed... and, she told me later, she got more excited about what lay in store for her the following evening.
Thank you for being such wonderful dinner company for my wife. She loved hearing about your experiences in the military, your work now and your dreams for the future. She wrote in the ad that she thinks the brain is the most erotic organ in the body, and you made her comfortable with the idea that she would like *all* of you in bed with her.
Thank you for smiling at me when Sally began to drop hints that she wanted you to come back to the hotel with us after dinner. Without a word, you told me how pleased you were that my wife wanted you, and whether you knew it or not, you were also telling me that I was *not* going to be the one in bed with her that night! You see, she and I had agreed that if things did not work out with you at dinner, we would simply return to the hotel and make love; so as you picked up on her subtle invitations, you were also preparing me for my new place, sitting in a chair by the bed.
By the way, Sally's dinner comment about "there's always room for chocolate" was an innocent comment, not a hint! Neither of us has ever had a "black man fantasy," and in fact, many of the men she corresponded with were white. She chose you - for dinner, and for bed - based on her response to you, not your color. She told me later that as soon as she made the comment about always having room for chocolate, she wondered if you took it badly. I said that I didn't know if you thought she was talking about food or about you, but even if you thought she was talking about you, how could you take it badly? At the very worst, you would have heard that there was "room in her" for you! Meanwhile, just know that she made herself blush - both because of the innocence of her remark, and because she *was* thinking about making room for you inside her!
Thank you, sir, for how cool you were about walking into the hotel with us. It was a small hotel, with a lobby that does not allow people to enter unnoticed. What could the doorman, the bellhop and the reception clerk think when they saw a middle-aged, white couple walking to the elevator with a young, handsome black man? Sally told me later that she was both embarrassed and excited by it, and I told her I *really* understood... after all, what could those people be thinking about *me* when they saw us together? It was the first - but not the last - time that I felt like a complete cuckold that night.
Thank you for being so gentle with my wife, as you sat together on the couch and began to touch and kiss her. Thank you for all the attention you gave her, and for turning her on so much even before you really got started.
Thank you, thank you, for the magnificent penis you brought to my wife's bed. Even now as I write this, I am embarrassed by these words, but how else can I express what I saw in my wife's eyes when you undressed? You were already hard when you took off your pants, and as your cock sprang out, her face went from surprise to delight, and then, looking at me, to laughter. She had never seen a penis like yours, and without a word, her laugh told me that she had just learned what was possible... and what I had never offered her. As you climbed onto the bed, I felt my own cock shrivel up; my embarrassment in front of you, and even more in front of my wife, was unbelievably sharp.
When she first reached for your cock she said, "Paul was wondering what it took to fill a Magnum; now he knows," and she bent over to take you in her mouth. As she licked and sucked you, she looked over at me and her eyes said it all; she and I both knew what I had between my legs, and now she and I both knew how small it is in comparison to yours.
I hope you know what a thrill it was to bring you the condom: to open the foil and hand it to you, and to give the tube of K-Y to Sally. Thank you for allowing me to help! I watched you slide it on, and when you finished, Sally echoed my thoughts: "Look, Paul - it fits him." Yes, I noticed that, too.
How can I thank you for the way you fucked my wife? For the look of shock/surprise/pleasure which she got as you slowly entered her? You are wider than I am by at least half, and as you stretched her lips apart, I could see the joy on her face. And while you told me you're eight inches long, I have to think it is more than that; by the time you were half way in, Sally began whispering, "Gently, gently... that's virgin territory."
I watched you touch my wife in places I cannot touch. No matter what I do, or how hard I try, I will never be able to match the feelings you gave her as you slid all the way into her. I wondered if she was uncomfortable from your size, until I saw her raise her legs and wrap them around your back, to help you enter even further. I saw her gasp as you moved your hips forward, driving your penis into her, and then watched as she brought your mouth to hers, to kiss you for the pleasure you were giving her. I watched and listened as you responded to her touches and her squeezes, and I realized that you, too, were feeling things which I could never feel: the whole head of your cock was farther into her than I've ever gone, and the sweet sensations her body was drawing from you will forever be feelings I can only know by the look on your face and the groans of pleasure which you made. When I realized this, even my furious masturbation was not enough to keep me from shrinking in my hand; I was a spectator, a bystander, as you and my wife shared feelings which will never be mine.
"I want to feel you cum in me," my wife said. Of course you heard her; she said it loud enough for me to hear her, too. You asked her if she wanted you to cum now, and she gasped, "Yes!" When you came, she said you felt like a pile driver. All the strength of your body came through your penis, and she said she felt completely full and completely fucked. As you came, she was so totally focused on you that I could just as well not have been in the room; she cared about nothing except your cock inside her and the orgasm she felt running through your body. It was clear that my wife made you feel wonderful, and it was clear that you made her feel that way, too. I told you in advance that she loves to feel her lover cum; afterward, you told me I was right. I knew that, and now you know it, too.
Thank you, sir, for handing me your used condom to dispose of. Again, there was nothing I could do to make Sally feel better than you were making her feel, so at least by doing this I felt a little useful. You came a lot, you know; the condom was heavy and full as I took it from you and threw it away.
Thank you, as I have already thanked her, for talking about me. You asked her how she felt, and she said she had never felt anything like you before. You said, "But doesn't it feel like that when Paul fucks you?", and you looked over at me and smiled when she answered, "God, no! He's so much smaller than you!" You asked if I felt like a couple of fingers in her, and I'll never forget her answer: With a laugh in her voice she said, "No, he feels like ONE finger inside me." You both had a good laugh over that, and then you slipped one finger in her pussy and began fucking her with it. You whispered something to her and she said, "Yes, he feels just like that." You both laughed again, and the laugh turned into a deep kiss.
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Dear Joshua, Sir,
I cannot thank you enough for the pleasure you brought to my wife, both on Sunday evening and on the days before and since. I hope this letter will serve to remind you of some of your experiences together, and perhaps it will even remind you of the pleasure you get from taking another man's wife to bed, and seeing reactions which you know her husband has never seen.
Thank you for the way you wrote to her and spoke to her before you met. You know that we received many responses to our ad seeking a "well-endowed gentleman," and long before Sally learned firsthand how well-endowed you are, she learned that you truly are a gentleman. When we arranged to meet you for dinner, and to see from there, you wrote to her that even dinner alone would be a wonderful evening. That took real class, and just about sealed her decision to take you to bed! After your phone call, she told me that she liked your voice and she liked how appreciative you were of her pictures online; you know she is sensitive about her appearance, and your words of admiration (and discrete lust) were music to her ears.
Thank you for asking me to buy condoms for you! I had never heard of Magnums before, and when I read that they were "large size, for added comfort," I began to get an idea of how "well-endowed" you were. When Sally had me try one on the night before your date, we *both* got an even better idea: when I pulled it on, it had about 10 wrinkles in the material along the length of my cock; when I pulled on the end to take out the wrinkles, there was two inches of material hanging off the end of my cock. Sally said the look on my face was priceless; she made me keep it on all evening, and every time she looked at it she laughed... and, she told me later, she got more excited about what lay in store for her the following evening.
Thank you for being such wonderful dinner company for my wife. She loved hearing about your experiences in the military, your work now and your dreams for the future. She wrote in the ad that she thinks the brain is the most erotic organ in the body, and you made her comfortable with the idea that she would like *all* of you in bed with her.
Thank you for smiling at me when Sally began to drop hints that she wanted you to come back to the hotel with us after dinner. Without a word, you told me how pleased you were that my wife wanted you, and whether you knew it or not, you were also telling me that I was *not* going to be the one in bed with her that night! You see, she and I had agreed that if things did not work out with you at dinner, we would simply return to the hotel and make love; so as you picked up on her subtle invitations, you were also preparing me for my new place, sitting in a chair by the bed.
By the way, Sally's dinner comment about "there's always room for chocolate" was an innocent comment, not a hint! Neither of us has ever had a "black man fantasy," and in fact, many of the men she corresponded with were white. She chose you - for dinner, and for bed - based on her response to you, not your color. She told me later that as soon as she made the comment about always having room for chocolate, she wondered if you took it badly. I said that I didn't know if you thought she was talking about food or about you, but even if you thought she was talking about you, how could you take it badly? At the very worst, you would have heard that there was "room in her" for you! Meanwhile, just know that she made herself blush - both because of the innocence of her remark, and because she *was* thinking about making room for you inside her!
Thank you, sir, for how cool you were about walking into the hotel with us. It was a small hotel, with a lobby that does not allow people to enter unnoticed. What could the doorman, the bellhop and the reception clerk think when they saw a middle-aged, white couple walking to the elevator with a young, handsome black man? Sally told me later that she was both embarrassed and excited by it, and I told her I *really* understood... after all, what could those people be thinking about *me* when they saw us together? It was the first - but not the last - time that I felt like a complete cuckold that night.
Thank you for being so gentle with my wife, as you sat together on the couch and began to touch and kiss her. Thank you for all the attention you gave her, and for turning her on so much even before you really got started.
Thank you, thank you, for the magnificent penis you brought to my wife's bed. Even now as I write this, I am embarrassed by these words, but how else can I express what I saw in my wife's eyes when you undressed? You were already hard when you took off your pants, and as your cock sprang out, her face went from surprise to delight, and then, looking at me, to laughter. She had never seen a penis like yours, and without a word, her laugh told me that she had just learned what was possible... and what I had never offered her. As you climbed onto the bed, I felt my own cock shrivel up; my embarrassment in front of you, and even more in front of my wife, was unbelievably sharp.
When she first reached for your cock she said, "Paul was wondering what it took to fill a Magnum; now he knows," and she bent over to take you in her mouth. As she licked and sucked you, she looked over at me and her eyes said it all; she and I both knew what I had between my legs, and now she and I both knew how small it is in comparison to yours.
I hope you know what a thrill it was to bring you the condom: to open the foil and hand it to you, and to give the tube of K-Y to Sally. Thank you for allowing me to help! I watched you slide it on, and when you finished, Sally echoed my thoughts: "Look, Paul - it fits him." Yes, I noticed that, too.
How can I thank you for the way you fucked my wife? For the look of shock/surprise/pleasure which she got as you slowly entered her? You are wider than I am by at least half, and as you stretched her lips apart, I could see the joy on her face. And while you told me you're eight inches long, I have to think it is more than that; by the time you were half way in, Sally began whispering, "Gently, gently... that's virgin territory."
I watched you touch my wife in places I cannot touch. No matter what I do, or how hard I try, I will never be able to match the feelings you gave her as you slid all the way into her. I wondered if she was uncomfortable from your size, until I saw her raise her legs and wrap them around your back, to help you enter even further. I saw her gasp as you moved your hips forward, driving your penis into her, and then watched as she brought your mouth to hers, to kiss you for the pleasure you were giving her. I watched and listened as you responded to her touches and her squeezes, and I realized that you, too, were feeling things which I could never feel: the whole head of your cock was farther into her than I've ever gone, and the sweet sensations her body was drawing from you will forever be feelings I can only know by the look on your face and the groans of pleasure which you made. When I realized this, even my furious masturbation was not enough to keep me from shrinking in my hand; I was a spectator, a bystander, as you and my wife shared feelings which will never be mine.
"I want to feel you cum in me," my wife said. Of course you heard her; she said it loud enough for me to hear her, too. You asked her if she wanted you to cum now, and she gasped, "Yes!" When you came, she said you felt like a pile driver. All the strength of your body came through your penis, and she said she felt completely full and completely fucked. As you came, she was so totally focused on you that I could just as well not have been in the room; she cared about nothing except your cock inside her and the orgasm she felt running through your body. It was clear that my wife made you feel wonderful, and it was clear that you made her feel that way, too. I told you in advance that she loves to feel her lover cum; afterward, you told me I was right. I knew that, and now you know it, too.
Thank you, sir, for handing me your used condom to dispose of. Again, there was nothing I could do to make Sally feel better than you were making her feel, so at least by doing this I felt a little useful. You came a lot, you know; the condom was heavy and full as I took it from you and threw it away.
Thank you, as I have already thanked her, for talking about me. You asked her how she felt, and she said she had never felt anything like you before. You said, "But doesn't it feel like that when Paul fucks you?", and you looked over at me and smiled when she answered, "God, no! He's so much smaller than you!" You asked if I felt like a couple of fingers in her, and I'll never forget her answer: With a laugh in her voice she said, "No, he feels like ONE finger inside me." You both had a good laugh over that, and then you slipped one finger in her pussy and began fucking her with it. You whispered something to her and she said, "Yes, he feels just like that." You both laughed again, and the laugh turned into a deep kiss.
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