Jack Semple
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I was married for a time to a Puerto Rican hottie with huge tits and a really
sexy face. After a threesome with a girlfriend of hers (following a night in
NYC at a club during Fleet Week where both these hot Latinas danced the night
away with sailors in uniform) we had a pretty routine sex life. But I kept
thinking about that night -- not the threesome with her and her girlfriend
(that was just okay), but the way that I felt watching her grinding on the
dance floor with those sailors as she looked at me across the club with that
sexy smile on her face.
Then we separated for a while; she was into haves and cuckold water for that part of
her life and got violent at times, which I couldn't abide. She grew up poor
in Spanish Harlem, and I grew up overseas in a very different environment. I
really didn't know how to react to her violence.
When we were apart, I had a thing going with a Boricua whore (who looked a
lot like my wife) that I told her about when we got back together. One
night, my wife wanted to meet the whore and I invited her over. We partied
and when I told my wife about the feelings I had watching her grinding with
strange men the night of the threesome, the whore made a bet with my wife
that my wife couldn't go to a club and pick up a guy in less than ten minutes
and persuade him to come back and fuck her in front of me. Well, my wife
took the bet. We went to a club in the East Village.
The first guy she tried to seduce didn't want to have anything to do with
coming back to our place. He suggested she give him a blowjob in the
bathroom, which she declined; she was running out of time. Then she met this
English guy on the dance floor. I watched her as she put her hand between
his legs to check out his equipment. (My wife's ex -- another Puerto Rican
-- had a very fat 9" dick, while mine -- I'm white -- is only 6", and she
LOVES getting fucked hard by big dick.) Then she brought the Englishman back
to the table where I was waiting with my whore friend, and proceeded to make
out with him in front of me.
A few minutes later, we all got into my Range Rover; we had driven to the
club in order to initiate this scene vs. taking a cab. The whore got into
the front seat beside me, as I was driving. And my wife and her new friend
got into the back. We drove a few blocks and I got out to get some cash at
an ATM to pay the whore later. (We thought it would be fun to have her give
my wife some lesmisters.) When I got back to the car, my wife was in the car
kissing this English guy, and he had his hands stuffed down her shirt feeling
up her 36 DDs. I got a hard-on immediately. I had never felt so jealous and
so excited at the same time. And I really got off on the fact that my wife
-- who grew up Catholic and who, to my knowledge, had never cheated on me --
was acting like such a slut in the back seat. She didn't give a damn who
might see her through the windows of the car parked on a fairly busy
Manhattan cross-street ... including her husband.
Anyway, we made it back home and she and her English friend decided to take a
bath together. I sat on the toilet and watched as she came in. The English
guy, who was already in the tub, just couldn't believe her body. She's
around 5' 2" with a beautiful but no-nonsense sexy face -- kind of like
Michelle Rodriguez of LOST -- and those huge tits with large brown nipples.
She got into the bath with him, and I could see his dick growing larger and
larger. "Wait a bit," he said. "It gets bigger." And it did. It was at
least 8", maybe more, and very thick. I will never forget, for as long as I
live, the look in my wife's eyes as she watched his prick grow and grow. It
was an expression of such glee and abandonded lust -- like a kid looking at
an icecream cone on the hottest day of the summer. She just had to have it.
So she reached out and started to play with him. Again, seeing my wife hold
another man's dick in her hand for the first time, watching as she started to
jerk him him off as it grew larger and larger and larger was simply amazing
-- so forbidden and taboo, and yet she was clearly looking forward to riding
that dick later.
After a while, we all left the bathroom, the Englishman sat on the sofa in
our living room as both the whore and my wife sucked him off while kneeling
in front of him on the floor -- sometimes independently, and also at the same
time, sliding down that thick dick with their sexy red lipstick-covered,
pouty Puerto Rican mouths. Somehow he managed not to cum immediately.
He ended up fucking my wife doggy style on the floor of our living room, over
my home office desk, and finally in our bed (always with a condom). I
watched from a chair nearby but -- with the whore's encouragement -- my wife
eventually told me to come over so I could get a good look at her swollen
pussy being fucked by this stranger. She came dozens of times.
Eventually, I walked this Englishman and the whore downstairs. He tried to
give me his phone number to plan a reunion -- he just couldn't get enough of
my wife -- but I told him it was unlikely. Strangers only, I told him.
Neither my wife nor I wanted things to get too emotionally charged. We told
ourselves it was just crazy sex.
When I got back upstairs, my wife was lying in bed, flushed and happy. She
said she had a little present for me. Then she reached down on the floor
beside the bed and picked up the last condom the Englishman had used. She
had tied it off and it was still full of his cum -- gobs of it. She told me
to come over and lie next to her. Then she spilled the cum out of the condom
and told me rub it all over her giant brown breasts, which -- of course -- I
immediately did. Then she told me to get on top of her and titty-fuck her
using his cum as a lubricant. I came in no time at all, like a banshee;
usually it takes me forever. She proceeded to mix my cum with his, and
started to scoop if off of her breasts and drip it into her open mouth.
Things started to get interesting after that. But more about those
adventures another time.
Jack Semple
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Jack Semple
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My Wife’s Latin Professional
My wife and I started to get into the cuckold fantasy more often after our last adventure with the Englishman. But we were worried about becoming emotionally attached to some "civilian" so we opted to order up a young Latin stud, and this is what ensued.
First, we arranged to meet at a local dance club. My wife decided to wear a black PVC dress that barely covered her crotch (and which ensured that her ample breasts exuded from the top), plus a pair of patent leather 4-inch pumps. When we got to the club, it didn't take any time at all to get in, despite the long line; the bouncer took one look at my wife and what she was wearing and waved us right by.
We ordered a couple of takes and -- after laying a large tip on the waitress -- found ourselves seated at a corner booth overlooking the dance floor. The music was pumping and it took me a while to finally notice the tall, handsome Latin gentleman who was staring at our corner. I recognized him from the outfit he'd told me he'd be sporting when we talked on the phone.
After a few minutes, he came up and asked me if it was okay for him to dance with my wife. Before I had even answered, she was scooting out from the booth onto the dance floor.
It was a salsa number which, of course, as a "blanquito", I'd never mastered. But they certainly knew what they were doing. He towered over my wife and I lost her several times in the crowd. Then, suddenly, I saw her. She was dancing with her back to me, and I saw her hand jammed in between his legs, checking out the equipment. Then she turned around, bent over to gind her ass in his crotch, flashed me a huge smile, and thrust her hands out to show me the size. In a moment, she was standing erect once again, and I could see his hands play over her body ... right there on the dance floor, in view of everyone.
As you can imagine, every guy on the dance floor was watching her and what she was doing with this Latin stud, and every girl was looking on with fear, dreading that she might turn her attention to their men.
After a while, my wife and her Latin stud returned to the table. She introduced me to her friend, Carlos, another Puerto Rican, and told me to order some takes. Then, while we were sitting and enjoying our takes, she suddenly stopped chatting in mid-sentence, and told me to come closer to her in the booth. She had something to show me. She pointed down – not with her hands, but with her pursed lips, in that quintessential Puerto Rican way. I glanced under the table and noticed that while she had been talking about nothing in particular, she had been busy under the table. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My wife had removed Carlos’ dick from his fly and was holding it in her hands right there in the club. Hidden by the table in that public place, she gripped his huge prick, and was stroking it gently yet firmly. “See,” she said. Carlos’ member grew larger and larger. It must have been nine or ten inches, perhaps more. And it was so thick, she could barely wrap her one hand around its huge girth. “Look, honey. See how big this dick is? I’m going to have you chauffeur us both home, and I’m going to take this stud to bed with me and fuck him, right there, in our wedding bed, right in front of you...and there’s nothing you can do about it – except watch.” I couldn’t believe me ears. After a few takes, some haves she had “secretly” taken, plus some salsa in public with this stranger, my beautiful young Latina wife had lost all her inhibitions. She had felt and seen this strange man’s dick, and she didn’t care who he was. She just wanted to fuck him. And more, she wanted to do it in front of me, as if she would gain extra pleasure by powering the man that she loved, who took care of her, to experience the offense of seeing her getting such satisfaction from another man’s dick. Someone other than him. Someone big enough to satisfy her.
“I can’t believe it,” I said. “Have you no shame?”
“Not when it comes to big dick. You knew that when you married me. You were warned. Besides, I’ve been good, haven’t I? I’ve been a good girl, I deserve some big dick. You know how much I like it, how much I need it?” Then she laughed. “As if that really matters,” she continued. “I’m going to do what I like, with whomever and however. And, frankly, whether I deserve it or not, you can just...whatever! I don’t need to explain myself. Fuck you. You’re lucky I let you come out with me at all. Let’s get going. I’m tired of waiting.” I paid the check and we were gone, to the parking lot.
“You drive,” my wife said, as we came to the car. “I have business in back.”
I got into the driver’s seat, and my wife and her stud got in back. It didn’t take long for us to make it back to our loft in the Village. And yet, in that time, I couldn’t believe the rare glimpses I caught in the rearview mirror as I drove. First, my wife and this stranger wrapped up in each other’s embrace, their kissing, his tongue down my young gorgeous wife’s throat. Then his hand down her shirt, feeling my her huge double Ds, with those big swollen brown nipples. And seeing her hand down in his pants. The way that she unzipped his fly, watching me the whole time in the mirror, and started to play with his cock right there, in our car, heedless of traffic and the odd passersby, completely indifferent, delivering a spiteful running commentary of her wanton behavior. “Keep your eyes on the road,” she exclaimed. “It’s not important you see. I’ll tell you how thick and how long his big dick is.” Then she laughed. What did it matter if somebody saw her, not in this state, and not when her husband was chauffeuring her home?
When we arrived at our local garage, where I parked my Range Rover on a monthly basis, the Latino attendants got a kick of seeing my wife – whom they knew, all too intimately – and me dropping the car off and walking home. In fact, my wife made a special effort to grab Carlos’ hand, and stick it up under her skirt as she exited the garage. Then she turned toward me and laughed. “Tip the man,” she commanded, and I was powerd to linger in the garage, embarrassed and humiliated, as I searched for a bill in my wallet. My wife and her friend departed arm and arm up the street, with his other hand on her ass, as I tipped the attendant.
“Her cousin,” I explained. “It was a bet. Forget about it,” I continued, trying to sound nonchalant. “Too much to take,” I volunteered, but I was cut off by his wink.
In that one simple gesture, he said it quite plainly. “We all know your wife. In every conceivable way. Just give me your money and take off, maric?n.”
I scurried after my wife and her friend. We made it into our loft building and started the elevator toward our floor. On the way, my wife just wouldn’t sit still. She maneuvered herself in front of the stud and pressed her ass into his groin. Then she grabbed his two hands, and stuffed them down into her shirt, directly in front of me. As he groped her only inches away from me, I noticed her hand reach behind her and fondle his dick. “Are you ready” she asked, taunting me with a laugh.
“Ready for what?” I replied.
“To see his big dick slide up in my cunt,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Do I have any choice?” I watched as her large breasts fell free in this public compartment – the same place that everyone in the building rode to work every day, up and down, with their dogs and their spouses and goceries...
“As if,” she replied. Then we got to our floor.
While I made takes for my wife and her friend, they sat on our sofa and embraced. I came over to serve them. They were locked in a desperate embrace, his hands down my wife’s shirt, his hand on his thick erect penis, still trapped in his pants. Then she told me to sit on the floor, right in front of them. I followed her lead. I could tell from the lustful look in her eye that it was futile to try and control her. She wanted his dick. I sat there and watched as she let him continue to fondle her, to kiss her. Then she got on her knees on the floor right beside me, and motioned me closer. “Take a look,” she said with a wink. She unzipped his pants and removed his huge dick. “What do you think? Can I take it?”
I studied the prick in her hand as it twitched in her grasp and grew larger. It seemed impossibly huge. I tried to imagine it slipping inside her. “I don’t know,” I replied.
Then she laughed. “Don’t you have any faith in your slut,” she replied. “Haven’t I been practicing since before I can even remember? What do you think I do all day long, when you’re out at your job, working like my stupid dumb bitch to support us? Don’t you wonder why I’m always so wet when you come home at night? Do you think it’s because you excite me? Or when I come home after being out with the girls.” She laughed. “When I kiss you and welcome you home, I do so with cum in my mouth. When you slip into bed and snuggle up beside me and feel that cold wet spot beneath you, it’s because I’ve been busy...and I’ve made sure you end up right on top of it. And everyone on our block, in our whole neighborhood knows. Of course I can take it. Want to see?”
Then my wife and this stranger headed off to our bed. I watched as they kissed and he slowly undressed her, revealing her huge tits and wet pussy. I could see how she couldn’t take her hands of his dick.
“Get a chair,” she commanded, “and place it right here by the bed.”
Jack Semple
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