The Dance Partner

It was a normal Friday night, I was just in the kitchen pouring another beer when my wife arrived home at around 9.30. “How was dancing tonight?” I asked. “Great”, she replied with a big smile “We learned some new steps in the foxtrot and some more samba”

“I thought you found Samba boring?” I asked, half distracted by the TV and pouring her a glass of white wine.

“Mm-mm, it’s still a repetitive dance but even Samba was good tonight. Let me show you the new foxtrot step I learned” and with that she pulled me close and shoved me around the kitchen floor to show off her new dance moves.

She’s an attractive brunette with masses of long dark curls and a lovely curvy figure so I was enjoying her pressing up against me when she paused and kissed me deeply, pulled me closer and pressing her groin into mine with a deep “mmmmmmmmmmm” sound.

This was new. We’re an affectionate couple but don’t have a lot of sex, not through my choice, and it’s even rarer that initiates. We’ve had couple counselling but in the end, it just came down to the fact that she has a low sex drive and I have to live with that.

I ran an exploratory hand up her side and brushed against her breast and she made that sound again, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I was rock hard and she could feel me pressing against her.

“Come on” she said as she pulled me up the stairs towards the bedroom. As soon as she was inside she was pulling off her clothes, getting down to her bra and knickers in no time and jumping under the covers. She looked over at me as I quickly did the same and I saw a look of pure lust in her eyes which nearly made me come there and then.

I really needed to take it easy or this would be over all too quickly. it had been at least four months since the last time and I was fit to burst.

I jumped in and pulled her in close, running a hand over her breast and feeling her nipples which were surprisingly hard. She usually has very sensitive nipples but she was really ready for action tonight!

As I continued to kiss her I reached down and ran a hand over her groin, putting some pressure on her slit with my middle finger. Her pants we really wet. So wet that I paused with shock, she had never been this excited before.

She shook me out of that moment by pushing my arm away and peeling her underwear off and telling me to hurry up. That was new too but I was getting beyond the point of caring as my cock throbbed with excitement.

I clumsily pulled off my pants and rolled to face her, kissing her deeply and pulling her close. I moved down taking her nipple in my mouth, making her gasp, and sucked it gently, running my tongue around it and enjoying her response. I reached down and ran my hand over her hairy mound, and could feel her dripping wet pussy suck my finger inside.

She was really moaning now, clearly very turned on, so I began to move down her body, positioning myself to lick her out – which is my absolute favourite thing – knowing that she doesn’t usually let me do it and expecting her to pull me back up quickly. She seemed to be going for it tonight so I pressed on, burying my tongue deep into her hole and then quickly up to lap at her swollen clit. I was in heaven.

She had pulled the pillow over her face and was moaning loudly into it as I continued to lap up her juices, savouring the smell of her pussy and her obvious enjoyment.

She sat up, pulling away from me and throwing the pillow on the floor before pushing me onto my back and straddling me.

She slipped right onto my rock hard cock and was slopping up and down on it like a woman possessed. I could feel my excitement beginning to rise as she ground her pussy down onto me, pushing me hard onto the bed with her thrusts. I’ve never experienced a woman taking the lead in such a dominant way before and it was really turning me on.

I knew wouldn’t last much longer but she began to grunt and her breaths became shallower and gasping and I thought I could hang on long enough for her. She almost never has an orgasm and this was the closest I think we’d ever been, but I was just too turned on couldn’t help myself.

I burst like a dam, coming and coming deep inside her, loving the release from such fantastic sex and the realisation that she was totally fucking me and not the other way around.

I was lost in my own orgasm and barely even noticed her as she continued to thrust down on my cock which by now was flaccid and useless. She groaned and rolled off me, clearly disappointed, maybe even annoyed – another new thing tonight.

“Sorry honey, I just couldn’t hold on but maybe I can continue with my tongue?” I asked, more in hope than expectation and moved down her body to position myself. I was AMAZED when she parted her legs and let me lick her sticky pussy. This was a real fantasy of mine and I loved to read stories about creampies on Cuckoldplace.com so I was greedily lapping at her pussy and loving to hear her moaning again.

I couldn’t taste any come as I was lapping at her clit so did an exploratory lick into her hole to see if any would come out. Her pussy was really pungent, smelling like my cock does after we have sex, and a big globule of my spunk flopped into my move. Fantastic.

I was rock hard again and made to move up her body to get inside her but she pushed me back down “DON’T STOP, I’m nearly coming” she shouted. How could I refuse?

I quickly buried my face in her sticky pussy and licked for all I was worth, savouring the salty taste of my spunk and thinking of the stories I’ve read on the web.

She bucked her hips, lifting them off the bed as her legs twitched in orgasm and her loud moans were just music to my ears.

As we lay back afterwards, I took her in my arms and held her, kissing and nuzzling her in the afterglow of such rewarding sex.

“That was amazing” I said. “You were so up for it tonight, I just loved it. You can show me your dance moves every Friday if that’s what it does for you”

I went downstairs and brought us up some wine and we lay in bed and sipped it. “Hey, weren’t you getting a new dance partner tonight? How was it?” She looked at me quickly “Oh fine, he was fine, a good dancer, a really strong lead. David (her normal partner) is probably a better dancer but Job was great at leading, I could follow the steps really easily”

“Have you put of the lights downstairs?” she asked, which of course I hadn’t, and by the time I returned she had turned over and was fast arelax leaving me pondering an eventful night and Job, the new dance partner.

Great start JustWishin, I sure hope there's more to the tale!

Yes..... what made her so horny?? Or should that be.......

how did her new dance partner get her so worked up?
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Excellent story, I hope there's more.

Thank you for writing.

GH

I was so turned on by Friday night I tried to make it happen again twice the following week but normal service had resumed. I was fairly used to the ups and downs of our sex life and told myself to be grateful for what had happened. It WAS pretty special.

So by the time Friday came around I had more or less forgotten about last week and by the time Ann was leaving for dancing it was off my mind entirely.

She came into the lounge to collect her dancing shoes wearing a long flowing skirt and a figure hugging sweater which showed her cleavage off nicely.

“You look nice tonight” I said. She usually wore quite feminine as she said it made her feel nice whilst dancing but she was just a little more dressed than normal. I liked it.

She leant in for a kiss and I put my hand on her hip as I kissed her cheek (avoiding her fresh lipstick) as I did so. My heart skipped as I could feel the unfamiliar but oh so delightful ridge of a suspender belt. I couldn’t believe it. When we were first going out she used to wear stockings and suspenders for me, just for me, when we were having sex and occasionally to work. It was almost always at my request and in black, white, navy and tan : my choice and I luuuuuuuuurved it.

She hadn’t worn stockings in fifteen years.

“Are you wearing stockings?” I gasped, with a huge smile.

“You might just get a closer look when I come home. After last week, I thought it might be a nice treat….”

And with that, she scurried out of the door and off to her dance class.

A great start , more please
David

Great begining.

I was beside myself with excitement all night. Did that mean I was getting some when she came home? Same as last week? It would be soooo much better if there were stockings involved. My cock was rock hard at the thought.

I lasted until 8pm, a full thirty minutes, before I was on cuckoldplace.com looking for some new videos to help relieve the tension and help me unload a little to last longer later that night when the time came.

I found a great video on an interracial thread with a busty brunette screaming and wailing as a big black man pounded her. I found myself imagining Ann and Job – in my mind he was now a 6ft black man with wide shoulders and a huge cock – and I came, bucketloads, spilling some on the desk and the office chair. That needed a little bit of a clean up afterwards.

I was a little more under control by the time 9.30 came and had a glass of nice white burgundy poured, ready and waiting for my wife and her tan stockings.

By 9.45 I was impatiently pacing around the kitchen floor and had finished yet another beer…how many had I had? I couldn’t remember but knew it was a few. Anyway, what did it matter? I was soooo on a promise.

The dog barked, that was always the sign of someone at the door. I was surprised at the relief I felt, what was that about?

She came into the kitchen with a big smile on her face “Hello you, did you have a nice night?” She asked.

“Yup, nice. How was dancing?” I was maybe a little bit eager to know. Where did that come from? I was surprising myself this evening.

“Very good again, learned some more steps, all good fun. Is that wine for me? Lovely” she picked up the wine and went through to the lounge and sat down in my armchair and picked up the tv remote.

I ramred a little, talking about the day and what had been happening and realised that I was a little takes. Maybe I’d takes more than I meant to.

“Hey what about showing more some moves? Just like last week” I said, a little unsteady on my feet.

“Do you think you could manage?” She asked “I don’t think you would have the co-ordination!” she laughed “Or were you just interested in the afters… ?”

The smile on her face showed me all I wanted to know. “Afters!” I said quickly.

I knelt down in front of her and put my hands on her knees, under her skirt and slowly slid them up her thighs. I said she was curvy and she is, not skinny but shapely. Womanly.

“Are you sure you can manage this?” she asked, with a smile on her face “Do you think you’ll be ok to perform? It would be such a disappointment to get my hopes up and not deliver….”

“Course I can!” I said. It sounded abnormally loud, even to me.

I reached further up her thighs, right past her lacey stocking tops, to pull down her knickers. I forgot to check how wet they were, pulling them down by the straps and over her heels in a flash.

“Seems like someone really wants it, just be gentle please” she said, lifting and parting her legs suggestively, giving me only one place to go.

I was delighted to go there !

I buried my face in her hairy snatch, just as I had last week, breathing in the musky smell of her pussy. She was wet again, as wet as last week. Dripping wet. I loved it and buried my tongue deep in her wet hole, my nose brushing against her clit.

“Ohhhhh, that's lovely. You should welcome me home like this every Friday” she moaned.

Fine by me.

I licked and licked at her pussy, pushing a finger deep into her cunt as I went, savouring her excitement and the wetness it brought. She pulsated against my tongue, getting closer and closer as we progressed.

“Are you ready for me?” she gasped “I want you to fuck me”

I stopped dead, not believing what I was hearing from my frigid wife. This was soooo not her, it was just what I wanted to hear but a little bit frightening at the same time.

There was nothing moving in my pants. Absolutely nothing. I was marshmallow soft and couldn’t believe it. After all this time spent longing for the return of the stockings, the little guy was letting me down. Unbelievable. I’m usually the horniest guy in the world but I had blown it with beer and wanking.

She must have read my face. “Never mind” she said, pulling my face into her crotch “Just keep going, there’s a good boy”

I set about my task with dedication and licked her pussy clean as a whistle, slurping over her sticky juices and savouring her smell. I must have been doing something right as she was soon wailing and moaning, grinding her pussy into my face and pulling me into her as she lifted her hips and shook to orgasm.

“That was wonderful, thank you, lovely man” she said as she sank back in her chair. “I told Job you were a wonderful husband and you are”.

I pulled back and picked up my beer to clean the sticky juices from my mouth. What did that mean? Wasn’t Job her new dance partner? What was that about?

“What were you and Job discussing about me” I asked

“Oh nothing much, he just asked if you were coming on Sunday to the practice session, are you remembering we’re going?”

Obviously I had forgotten. I occasionally go along to their practice sessions, Ann likes it and as I don’t go with her every week it’s a nice thing to do for her. It’s ok but really not my thing.

“Will Job be there?” I asked

“Yup, he’s coming with his girlfriend, Anki” Ann said, straight faced. A little too straight faced, it seemed to me.

“Anki? What kind of name is that?” I asked.

“Dutch, I think, they’re both Dutch but I think Job is of African descent, he’s certainly very black” she said

And suddenly, I was looking forward to Sunday.

And so am I

Thanks

GH

more more more please
cuckold sissy wendy white aka tinyboywayne

I woke late the next morning with a raging headache, a queasy stomach and the taste of stale pussy juice on my lips. I glanced at the clock, it was after 11. Where was Ann?

I went in search of coffee and was filling the machine with fresh beans when I spotted a note taped on the side of the coffee maker.

“Have gone into town shopping, back after lunch, remember I’m meeting the girls. Have left a shopping list on the table, hope you don’t mind. And there’s a washing to be hung up. X”

Bleeeuuuugh, all I could think about was coffee and some headache pills.

As I showered and dressed, preparing to go for the shopping, I was piecing together the previous night and remembering how up for sex she was again. I was delighted with the change in my quiet, introverted wife but couldn’t figure out what had caused the change. No matter, I thought, as long as it continued.

The day passed quickly and my hangover dissipated soon enough so by around 3pm I had put away the shopping, tidied the kitchen and hung up the washing but there was no sign of Ann.

My phone beeped with a text message so I ran to pick it up. “Still in the restaurant with the girls, will be later than expected. Could you pick me up around 5?”

What a redy cheek! I hadn’t offered to pick her up in the first place, what if I had plans? I didn’t but that’s beside the point. And what if I minded that she was out all day ??

At 5 o’clock I was dutifully parked outside the restaurant trying to convince myself that I wasn’t a wimp, unsuccessfully I might add. I called to let her know I’d arrived and she told me they’d be out in 5 mins.

20 mins later a group of four women poured themselves out of the door giggling and laughing with Ann shushing them as they fell out.

“Hellllllloooo” she slurred enthusiastically “I told the girls you would give us a run home, it’s not far is it?” She beamed at me with the big eyes, leaning down into the car window, her large cleavage spilling out “I’ll might even it worth your while”

45 mins later I dropped the last of the friends at her door she leaned over and kissed my cheek “Thanks for the lift home, enjoy yourself at the dancing tomorrow!” she laughed and turned to Ann “And you too, enjoy that dance partner of yours and I want all of the details!” and with that, she scurried out of the car.

Ann just laughed and turned away to wave.

What did THAT mean???

We drove home in near silence as I mulled it over, still stinging from being treated like a chauffeur. We pulled into the drive and I noticed Ann was a little takes and almost fell out of the car so I brought her in and put the kettle on for some tea. We sat at the kitchen table takeing our tea but she seemed unaware of the atmosphere or how I was feeling.

“What was all that about with the girls” I blurted “What’s so special about tomorrow and your new dance partner” I was spitting mad at how small I’d felt listening to those girls.

“Nothing, nothing, it’s just the girls being girls” and she drank her tea, smiling.

“It must be something. Were you talking about me? Did you tell them I couldn’t perform last night? That’s so mean, you never want sex and all of a sudden you’re interested, no wonder I couldn’t perform. How can you be so hurtful?” it came spilling out of me, words I didn’t know I’d been thinking, quickly followed by stinging tears of impotent rage.

“No, it’s nothing like that. Don’t be silly” she said, not unkindly “They were just teasing me because he’s so big and black, they were just mucking around - it’s nothing”.

Now I was interested.

“How do you mean big and black?” I asked, holding my breath

“Nothing, he’s just tall, you know. He’s about 6ft 2 I think” and she smiled.

Broadly.

I knew what that meant. At least I think I did.

“So what?” I whispered.

“Nothing, the girls were just being girls, you know asking about how big his cock was, as if I’d know” she laughed again.

I was shocked that she’d called it that. Quite stunned actually.

“But you would know, wouldn’t you? You dance so closely together, especially on the latin dances. I can feel us pressing against each other when we dance so you must feel him, don’t you?” I gasped. Moments passed.

“Is he big?” I couldn’t help but ask, it was more of an impulse than a question

“He’s so tall that he and I don’t press together that way, it’s really not ideal for dancing actually, we’re quite mismatched” she said, still smiling

“Yes but in that case he must press against your stomach or something. That’s worse! You must feel all of his cock pressed against your stomach” I said quietly.

“Well yes, but not all of him though – I can feel some of him reaching down below that but it doesn’t press against me that low so I don’t know. All I know is that it’s enormous.” She looked at me triumphantly and I couldn’t believe my ears.

Neither could I believe how hard my cock was, really rock hard. How did that happen? I was furious not 5 minutes ago.

“Does it turn you on?” I asked “It’s ok if it does, you can tell me. I don’t mind and it obviously does – I’d just rather you told me” I said. I think we’d reached that point in the conversation where we were attuned to what each other was feeling and thinking but the words hadn’t caught up.

“Yes it does. Are you really ok with that? I don’t want to hurt or embarrass you” She said, tenderly. I was touched by the thought, really grateful for her empathy.

“No, I’m fine, really. Quite turned on really if I’m honest. Tell me about it….” My words tailed off as I held my breath hoping she would understand.

I needn’t have worried as the words just tumred out of her mouth.

“He’s enormous, Massive. I’ve never known anything like it. I can feel him hanging there like a big thik snake, like an arm held in front of me, pressing against me. It’s not like we’ve done anything or he’s got hard or anything, honestly – nothing’s happened”

She sort of paused, waiting on a reaction but I had nothing.

“Anyway, you’ll meet him on Sunday. I’d like you to meet him. He’s suggested we go for a take, the four of us. He says that if he’s to be my dance partner that you and he should get to know each other, to make sure you’re fine with it all. We’re going out after the dance practice on Sunday”

I reached over to grasp her thigh, pulling her close “You and I are still dancing together though, right?”

“Of course, this is just a practice, you get me all to yourself for this one, he just has me on a Friday nights” she looked into my eyes speculatively pushing herself against me “Now have you lost the use of that tongue or should I call Job ….”

She laughed as she pushed me down onto my knees, leaning back in the chair and parting her knees wide.

“Oi! “ I said, loudly “this is my speciality and you just watch yourself or I’ll give you a good tongue lashing” she lifted up her skirt “That’s what I was hoping for”

She was wearing plain old beige tights (pantyhose) and normal knickers. I was devastated to see what she wore when it was just for my benefit.

She saw my reaction and said “Well, I usually only wear stockings for dancing now. They’re not for you, I thought you understood that ” and with that she lifted up her hips and peeled her tights down, knickers and all, then pulled my face into her bush.

“Now get licking and don’t stop until you hear me scream”……

Great addition! Still will be looking for more!

I could tell from the way she was urgently pulling me into her that this was not a time for slow and gentle so I rapidly tongued her clit and pushed a finger into her hole. One finger is plenty, it’s not like she’s stretched wide from all of the sex we have.

She was grunted with pleasure now. “That’s it, give it to me….. mmmmm” she moaned “I want your cock”

I had never heard her be so wanton in her language before and I utterly loved it.

She pushed me away from her sopping cunt, much to my displeasure, pulling off the tights from her ankles and slipping off her skirt before turning round to brace herself against the kichen table. “Now fuck me….and properly” she said, spreading her feet a little more than shoulder width apart.

She still had her heels on, which I just adored, another first for us. They were racking up.

I dropped my jeans and quickly postioned myself behind her before thrusting into her wet pussy. I was revelling in her new found wetness, all too often in the past she was simply too dry for me to enter her when we were trying to make love.

Not any more.

“That’s it, fuck me” She gasped as I pounded her from behind “Fuck me with your big cock”. I held my breath with excitement, loving that feeling for a moment.

But I know it wasn’t me. I don’t have a big cock.

Much as it was fun to pretend for a second or two , I just don’t have a big cock. It’s about average size – 5 1/2 inches fully erect and if I’m vulgarly honest it’s a little on the slim side.

“Ohhh yesssss, give it to me” She continued, thrusting back at me with power.

I was confused but really, really horny. I knew I couldn’t hold out all that much longer but didn’t care. This was the first real sex I’d had in ages. I loved feeling the insides of her pussy stretching and rippling against my cock, her wetness now spreading out to my groin and the top of my thighs.

“Fuck me with your big…..” she panted

“black…..” she gasped

“…..cock!” She shouted

And I came. Right there and then. Couldn’t help myself. One minute I was in control, if a little excited, and the next it was all over as I emptied my balls inside her. My big….black…..balls!

Only the weren’t mine, were they?

“Ohhh, have you come?” she asked, sounding disappointed. “I was getting into that, are we done…..?”

“sorry baby, I couldn’t hold one any longer” I seemed to say that often these days “but I could probably continue in a few minutes with the right stimulation” I suggested, hopefully

She had never sucked my cock. Not ever. But I was feeling brave and hopeful, she was really up for sex at the moment so who knows?

“No, that’s fine, you can finish me off with your lovely tongue again. Just lie down, no wait, why don’t you lie on the kitchen table? Go on, up you get” she said, quite firmly.

I pulled myself up onto the table, a little bemused, and she followed. Pushing me right back, she straddled my chest and worked her knees up a bit until she was over my shoulders. Her pussy was over my neck, spread wide with her parted thighs, looking wet and inviting.

The kitchen blinds were open, our neighbours would see easily if they looked in. This was a whole new world for us.

“You’d better hurry up then if you don’t want us to be seen…” and with that she pulled herself forward and squatted down, shoving her pink pussy lips right on top of my face, inviting me to lick her out.

As I lapped at her clit , my spunk started to seep out of her hole, slowly, dripping, drop by drop, falling onto my tongue. The musky, salty smell wafting up my nostrils, making me hard again but she was using me again, pushing and grinding her cunt into my face with growing excitement.

She pushed and thrust on my face until she came with a growl of pleasure, pushing out the last of my come, expelling it from within her, rejecting it onto my face. It must have still been there on my lip. "You've got a little bit just there" she said, indicating on her face where I should clean it.

I moved a finger to sweep it away but she stopped me with a short "No!"

"Lick it" she ordered.

"Clean it all up"

Justwishin

You are creating a very hot story. I love it.

Thank you again for writing.

GH

Plus 1 there too!

“Are you nearly ready? I shouted up the stairs impatiently. It was Sunday and we should have left for the dance practice 5 mins previously. Ann had been upstairs getting ready for the past hour.

I was watching football on tv but don’t like being late for things so was impatient to leave.

“Almost” she shouted back in a sing-misterg voice

“Bloody hell, you are soo slow” I said, quietly, as I ran up the stairs to chivvy her along. I opened the bedroom door to see Ann with one foot up on the bed, fastening the strap on her heel. The slit in her dress went up to her mid-thigh and was quite open, revealing a lacey stocking-top, in black, and a glimpse of something fuscia coloured, which I took to be her knickers. Those must be new as I hadn’t see her in fuscia underwear.

“Wow!” I exclaimed at my beautiful wife. The dress had a wrap-over top half and seemed to show off her curves perfectly. She has really large breasts, G cup I think, and they were well framed this afternoon. “You look stunning” I said, reaching over the stroke her thigh but was disappointed as she stood up before I could touch her.

“Thanks, come on – let’s hurry” and with that she was off, picking up her bag and heading downstairs.

The drive was a little tense if I’m honest, and I didn’t know why. “Are you looking forward to this?” I asked, more to break the ice than anything else.

“Yup” she stared straight ahead as she said it.

“And we’re going for a take afterwards?” I asked. Man, I was nervous. Why was I feeling nervous?

“Yup”. More staring.

We arrived at the dance hall and I dropped Ann at the door and went to park the car round the back. I walked up the stairs and into the studio as I had done three or four times before but this time when I looked around the large room I saw Ann staring adoringly up at this enormous, elegantly dressed, black man. He had short, neat, hair and was wearing well cut grey trousers and a collared sweater, unbuttoned at the top.

Lots of people were stealing glances at them but I just outright stared.

They were with a tall, broad shouldered black woman who was attractive but not in an obvious way. She wasn’t beautiful but she was very attractive, if you can understand what I mean. She wore high heels but didn’t really seem tall next to Job.

Fuck me, I was intimidated.

I walked over to them feeling very, very self conscious. I was aware of my arms swinging and couldn’t feel my legs. What the hell was the matter with me???

“You must be Greig, it’s great to finally meet you. Ann has told me all about you” his deep voice cut through me warmly and I felt immediately better.

“Hey, nice to meet you too Job. Thanks for dancing with Ann, she really loves it” I said. Where did that come from? Why was I thanking this guy for rubbing his enormous cock against my wife? I glanced down at his crotch instinctively but his slacks gave nothing away. As I looked back up his eyes locked onto mine and I knew instantly that he’d just caught me looking at his cock.

My face flushed hot and must have revealed my every thought in that moment. Shit! What was I doing???

“I’m Anki” said this very welcome distraction “I thought I’d better say hi whilst you two are getting to know each other” Did she see me looking? I think she did.

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Ann had remained very quiet throughout, standing by Job’s side patiently.

“And we’ll have more chance to chat afterwards over a take, right?” She asked “You’re welcome to come to ours, we have a place in town and would love to have you there” She looked me right in the eye and I felt a flicker of attraction. It felt like she was looking right into me and could see the dirty thoughts that had flickered in my mind when I first saw her. Interesting!

The instructor took over and soon had us in hold dancing together but it was all a blur to me. When Ann and I were slowly waltzing into the corner I plucked up the courage to say “They seem really nice”.

“Oh they are”, she gushed. “I’m glad you like them. Are you ok to go round to theirs afterwards? I’d really like to go since they’ve offered. I bet their place is amazing” she wittered on nervously.

The dancing passed in a bit of a blur with me forgetting many of the steps. I just couldn’t help be distracted.

“And now, take your partners for the final dance. We’ll finish with a foxtrot” the instructor was fiddling with the music and I turned to take a seat with the beginners who were sitting it out. The foxtrot is a complex dance which Ann and I don’t do together at practices as it’s not for beginners or occasional dancers like me.

“May I have this dance Ann?” Job said as he leaned over to take her hand. It wasn’t a question.

Anki moved round from behind him and sat next to me “I can’t do this one either” she explained. “I’m an occasional partner like you, Job’s too good a dancer to be with someone like me so I’m used to…… sharing him”

She stared me right in the eye with that final comment, making my mind race with all sorts of thoughts. “Actually, I’m glad we can talk for a few minutes as I’d like to get to know you a little”.

We chatted as we watched our partners locked in each others arms in an intimate dance hold, quickly skating over the dance floor, looking absolutely made for each other. They glided elegantly, fitting into each others shape nicely, despite the height difference.

“Are you comfortable with another man holding your wife like that?” She asked, without any hint of a tone in her voice, studiously neutral, you might say.

“Emmm, yes I think so. They seem comfortable together and Ann really likes Job so why not? She needs a dance partner” I admitted.

“Good, that’s good” and she patted my knee “Ann was right about you, that’s really good”. And with that she got up and collected her coat and bag from the rack, as the dance was ending.

Job brought Ann over by the hand and passed her on to me. Which seemed an odd thing to do but I was used to odd things happening today.

She gathered her things and the four of us left, a little awkwardly, or at least that’s how it felt to me.

I drove us round to their flat, which was right in the city centre and would have cost an absolute fortune but it seemed to fit Job. I was getting used to his air of authority and quality.

Anki brought us in some takes and we say down in their stylish lounge, chatting about nothing really. It was a little awkward and I was feeling tense again.

“So were you out last night?” Ann asked, looking up at Job.

“We were at a party, with some friends. It was ok but it wasn’t really for us in the end so we came home early. A bit disappointing really” Anki answered.

“Oh, I hate when that happens” Ann said “what was wrong”.

“Go on, it’s fine” Job said as Anki looked to him for approval. “Well, it was a kind of swingers party, we occasionally play a little with some friends but it’s not really our thing. We prefer something more intimate, more permisteral”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was the first time I’d heard anyone talk about swinging in real life and certainly not something I’d expect to discuss with my frigid, introverted wife.

“Really?” Ann said, “Do people really do that?”

“Oh yes” Anki said, “but it’s really not our thing, it’s just a welcome diversion – mostly for Job really but I enjoy it too”

“How does it work then?” Ann asked. I couldn’t believe my ears. I would have expected her to run a mile from this sort of conversation but she was listening intently.

“It’s easy” Job interrupted, “It’s just adults sharing each other but you need to trust each other and be relaxed together. The most important thing is to be considerate of each other and agree what your rules are up front. We’ve found it really makes our sex life together. We’d gotten into a rut and this helped us find more from each other”.

Ann sat back thoughtfully and there was a pregnant pause in the conversation. I noticed I was holding my breath and couldn’t speak. This was the most bizarre situation I’d ever been in.

Ever.

Anki leaned over and put her hand on Ann’s knee, “ the key question you need to ask yourself is whether or not you trust your husband with me. And then vice versa - I hope we can be comfortable. “

“Listen” Job said “That’s not why we invited you here, we just wanted to get to know you a little so why don’t you both just relax and we’ll take the tension in the room down a notch or two” and he laughed and got up to make some more takes. “I’ll get us some nibbles” Anki said, heading to the kitchen.

Ann and I just looked at each other. Her eyebrows went up and she giggled nervously. “Are you ok?” She asked. “Emmm. I think so, you?” I muttered

“Oh yes. This is a bit strange, isn’t it?” her voice sounded stronger now “Would you be ok with it? Anki has a fabulous body, I’ve seen you looking” she must have caught me squirming at that question “It’s ok, she does, she is an attractive woman. It’s fine”

“Well, yes she is but I love you, you’re enough for me”. I said, a little defensively.

“Honey, it’s ok” she said smiling “I like Job, he’s very attractive and besides, you have noticed that we’ve been having more sex these days so maybe this is what we need to push us on. We haven’t really had a great sex life, have we?”

Job came back into the room and sized us up in one look. “Ok then, if we’re going to do this there are only a couple of things we need to agree to look for each other on. 1) Don’t be selfish – we all get to come tonight and we share responsibility for that. 2) If anyone has had too much and clearly can’t carry on, they can sit out but only one permister - the rest of us take care of ensuring the first rule happens. That’s it really. Are you ok with those simple points?” he asked.

I was a little surprised we’d gotten to here, was it really going to happen? I really wanted to fuck Anki and couldn’t believe my wife was ok with it. I quickly thought through the rules and it seemed to me that if I didn’t make Anki come by fucking her (which was very, very likely), then I would either get to watch Job fuck her or, even better, I might see some girl on girl action. In real life.

This just got better and better!

Ann just nodded her head so I quickly agreed to the terms.

“Right then, why don’t you follow me through to the bedroom”

Justwishin

This continues to be a very hot story. Nice work.

Thank you

GH

Wonderful story, please keep it going........

please continue!

I have just finished reading your story so far.
I have to say that you have certainly captured our attention!!
Please continue with the story I am sure I speak for everyone.
You have a knack for teasing us along as the story unfolds.
Great stuff!

G.

“Anki will be in soon, she’s just changing into something I thought you might like, in the meantime, maybe you want to get undressed Greig?” Job said, before turning to Ann.

“Is there anything you really wouldn’t want to do ? I wouldn’t want you to feel in any way uncomfortable” I was tugging my trousers off as Ann replied “Well, wouldn’t like it up the bum, that would just hurt”

“Ok, that’s totally fine, there are lots of other things you and I could do” Job smiled before pulling Ann into his arms and kissing her deeply, really passionately.

It was really strange watching a total stranger take care of my wife in that way and a bit of a turn on. I removed my top and had just decided not to remove my Calvins when Job leaned over and said “take them off now, you won’t want to be messing about with them when Anki comes in” with a huge big grin on his face

Whooooosh. Off they came!

I noticed he had peeled open Ann’s dress and she was stood in her sexy stockings. I was getting hard now, about a semi, and glad of it as I was feeling a little exposed standing there with my little winky on display.
“Is there anything you really wouldn’t want to do?” Job said to me, innocently. “I’m up for anything, I don’t mind fucking Anki up the arse!” I joked.

Job and looked down at my semi-erect cock “I’m sure she’ll be fine with that…” with another of those huge grins. I felt like a million dollars at that moment.

Ann unbuttoned her bra. “You look fantastic tonight Ann” Job said, leaning in to kiss her neck and shoulders, holding her heavy breasts as he did so. “Thanks for wearing those for me” his hands ran over her suspenders slowly and appreciatively. She smiled up at him adoringly.

I thought they were for me?

There was a dark purple patch appearing in her crotch and her fuscia panties were clearly sopping wet. Job ran a large hand over her mound, testing her wetness before pulling down her knickers and letting them drop to the floor.

He just rammed a thick finger right into her hole. No messing about, BAM, right in. I would have been waiting 15 mins on her to become wet enough for that. I was speechless and Ann let out a yelp of surprise. That was a bit direct.

“Just a little starter for 10” Job smiled before standing back and taking off his top to reveal a flat stomach and well developed pecks. NOW I was self conscious.

“Honey, whilst we’re waiting on Anki maybe you could look after the two of us boys for a moment?” He said, pushing Ann’s shoulders down and sitting her on the edge of the enormous double bed. His trousers slipped off quickly and he stepped out of his boxers in one fluid motion to reveal the longest cock I’d ever seen in real life.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not one of those 14” freaks you see on the web but it must have been 9 or 10 inches long and it wasn’t even hard yet.

Was I feeling self conscious before??????

He took my arm and pulled me in close beside him and I was instantly aware of him towering over me height-wise and sticking out way more than me length wise. Ann reached over and took us both in a hand but never once taking her wide eyes off his thick cock. Man, it was thick. I reckon it was double the girth of mine.

Shit.

“That’s enormous, truly enormous” Ann said, with wonder in her voice. Abruptly, she turned to look at mine which had lost it’s stiffness in my panic. “Oh my lord, look how teeny yours is beside this big beautiful cock” and my heart sank.

“Look at this!” she exclaimed before slapping his fat cock onto mine. He wasn’t even semi-hard and it felt like being slapped with a bag of sugar.

It was so heavy and thick. My cock quivered with blow after blow but started to stiffen each time. Was that from her holding it or did I enjoy that?

She laughed with glee, like a young with a toy and I was grateful for the door opening behind us and Anki’s voice saying “It’s only me!”

She was wearing a black silky bustier top, accentuating her Amazonian figure, with her tiny waist hidden behind an absurd g-string. Her thighs were a little muscular and definitely on the large side but it worked. She was wearing 3” heels and she was almost as tall as Job.

I felt like a midget next to her.

She looked down at us together and took my hand, saying “oh well, I hope you’ve got a strong tongue!” and Ann and Job laughed together.

Anki took my hard cock in her hand and leaned down to stroke it a little, towering over me “Hmm, I think we’d better let you come quickly before that explodes in my hand – I love giving blow jobs, let me help you out there”

She knelt down and took me fully in her mouth, maybe even a little down her throat, with consummate ease. Ann never did that for me and it was fantastic. She had fabulous technique and made my cock tingle and dance.
I could hear Anne squealing with pleasure behind me but was lost in Anki’s mouth. I was the most excited I’d ever been and felt like a virgin again.

I could hear a loud slapping noise and Ann was making sounds I’d never heard before as she was pounded. I couldn’t see it but I just knew he was pounding her hard. I made me unbelievably horny.

“Ok, Ok, you don’t get to come in my mouth, I have something else in mind” Anki said, pulling away from me which was probably just as well as I was on the edge of blowing my load.

She got on the bed and lay back, spreading those long, long legs as wide as you could believe but sitting tall and upright in her bustier. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, it was like a porn film and ticked of another of the fantasies from my list. I couldn’t fuck her though, that would be over in seconds, surely?

“It’s ok hun, you’ll get to come again!” she said, catching my uncertainty “now take your little cock and wank it over my big pussy. I want to see you come”

That was all the invitation I needed and within five seconds I had positioned myself between her legs and released my whole load over her thick, hairy bush. It felt AMAZING. I was Ron Jeremy or John Holmes, I was David Beckham or Brad Pitt. I felt like the sexiest man alive.

“Well done, that was lovely but there seems to be something on my pussy. Looks like it could be cleaned up before we continue” Anki smiled, suggestively. “Who should do that, do you think” she said, pulling my head into her lap with her strong arm.

I willingly buried by face in her snatch, licking at her clit greedily. I dipped my tongue into her hole but didn’t feel much. She had a big pussy. “You can get there tiger, just clean it up first” she said, pulling me up from her cunt and directing me to her hairy bush. Instinctively I continued licking and slurping at the gobs of my spunk matted in her hair.

“Oooooooooo”

I heard a wailing noise over to my right. The bed was enormous so there was a space between our coupling but that was noticeably the sound of something new. Ann was clearly coming, hard.

I had never heard that noise before, or the “Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck” which followed it.

I stole a glance over there and saw Ann face down in the bed with Job lying horizontally on top of her, pulling out a long way and then thrusting back inside of her. His cock was truly enormous when it was hard.
“He does it that way at first so that he doesn’t penetrate her too deeply. Her arse gets in the way so it’s gentler on her than missionary position” Anki had leaned down to explain to me.
“Are you ready for some real fucking now?” she asked, spotting that I had stiffened as I watched my wife being soundly fucked.

“Oh yes” I replied eagerly.

She pulled me back into a missionary position with her long legs still spread so wide and I entered her with ease. I was delighted she was wet, that hadn’t been my usual experience with Ann.

I thrust and thrust into her, feeling pretty good. I wasn’t too excited, which I thought would be possible, and I seemed to be lasting well. I felt great again.

Anki didn’t seem to be making the noises Ann was. In fact, the only voice you could hear was Ann’s and she was getting more and more strained. “I’m coming, I’m coming” was the war cry from their side of the room and I looked over to see her grabbing fistfuls of the bedding and her toes curl in, It was the finest sight I’d ever seen.

“This isn’t really working for me” said Anki, bursting my bubble “I can’t really feel you. Don’t take it permisterally, it’s difficult for anyone since Job and I got together. I’m just a little more stretched than normal girls. Let’s change round” she said.

I pulled out and Anki got up and turned around, getting into a doggie position for me. “There’s some lubricant in the bedside table” she said “spread that on your cock and put a touch on my hole to ease your way in” I got up and did as I was told, noticing that Ann and Job had paused and she was wrapped up in his arms, shaking. Whatever they were doing was intense, but I knew how they felt.

I put my hands on her hips to steady myself and prepared to push my now lubricated cock into her pussy but she stopped me in my tracks when she said “No, not there, in my arse. My pussy is way too big for your little cock. I want you to fuck my arse”.

I couldn’t believe it. I was an anal virgin. This was all my Christmases coming at once (no pun intended).

I pushed my slippery cock against her little rosebud, never having felt the like before and had to push hard to get it in but she soon wiggled and wriggled as I rammed it home. I thrust and thrust without a thought, pounding her big strong ass. She liked it like that and pushed back at me with strength. “That’s it, you’re the perfect size for me like that” she grunted.

I looked over to Ann, hoping she could see what we were doing, and noticed that they had changed position and that Ann was flat on her back with her feet pinned down by Job’s shoulders and he fucked her. He was all over her.

I also noticed that she had changed into her dancing shoes, was that new? I hadn’t noticed that before.

She was squealing again though, really letting go as he fucked her good. He gripped her ankles where her shoes buckles were and pulled them wide apart, his huge balls slapping against her arse as they fucked and fucked.

She was coming again and hard. I could hear her screams as she lost herself in his cock.

The screams and Anki’s tight arse was too much for my inexperienced little cock and once again I shot my load, deep into her big arse. I hadn’t even the decency to warn her.

I fell forward over her back, utterly spent, pleased with myself.

As I caught my breath, I was facing Ann who by now was shaking uncontrollably and whimpering with every breath calling out for her maker.

Anki got up to clean up and I rested for a moment, watching in amazement at this enormous, muscular black arse hammering my wife with a slow and steady rhythm.

“She likes it then” Anki said, quietly to me and she sat back on the enormous bed. I was struck with the contrast between the noise Ann was making and what I’d heard from Anki. Which was very little.

“Stop, please, stop, I can’t come any more” Ann begged. She was hyperventilating.
“Are you ok honey?” I asked, somewhat concerned

“Ye-----s.” gasp “I----m” gasp “Fi-----ne” she didn’t sound it.

“She’s fine” said Anki. She just needs a moment. “Job, I think she’s done for today”

“I’m seeing spots in front of my eyes” Ann exclaimed, but she didn’t sound too unhappy.

“Now, what are we going to do next” asked Anki, looking at me.

“How are you two doing” Job asked, standing up and coming around to our side of the bed. “ Are you both done?” Ann was laying back, dazed and shaking, having drifted into light relax or something.

“I hope not, one of us still needs to come! How about you?” Anki asked.

“Same” Job said as they both looked at me. “Greig, Ann has probably had enough for tonight. I hope you can continue?” He looked at me sternly.

“If you guys can, so can I” I said, uncertainly. Maybe he and I would fuck Anki – that would be another first !

“Well, it seems to me that you and Ann have both come so you need to carry her end of things tonight and it might be easier for you to use your mouth as taking this up your arse might hurt” he fixed me in the eye with a stare which told me he was serious.

I would have laughed if he didn’t look so serious. I stood up off the bed - he didn’t expect me to suck his cock surely? When he’d asked about things I wouldn’t do, I assumed he wasn’t thinking about that. No way.

He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to the floor and my legs seemed to just obey him. I was looking up at his massive cock and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Or what he was doing.

“Just open your mouth and relax” he said, pressing his think cock against my lips.

Before I knew it his fat cock was in my mouth, thrusting in and out, stretching my jaw to accommodate him. I could barely open wide enough to take him all but worse was to come when he held my head in a vice like grip and fucked my mouth. I couldn’t catch my breath and seemed to gag on the wide head of his cock as it pushed on the back of my throat.

I had to pull back, coughing and spluttering.

He grabbed me again and pushed it in “Come on now, suck it” as he thrust and thrust into me Anki watched with fascination, gently stroking her clit in time

Without warning, Job pulled out “You’re not very good at that, are you? Maybe you need more practice but I’ll never come like that, and I guess you won’t either, will you honey?” Anki shook her head.

“Only one thing for it” he said, motioning to Anki with a flick of his fingers. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs again. “Go on” he said to me.

It continues to be great JustWishin! Our boy Greig got a big surprise there, but he might have suspected when he heard the rules! I'd guess he had a pretty good idea but was too horny to back out. Love the way you tease and lead us in, very well done.

Great Story. Makes me wonder if my wife would like dance lesmisters for her bday or our anniversary

Very good

I'm enjoying this immensly. I'm very eager to read Ann's reaction to all of this.

Thank you for providing this story.

GH

At Job’s command, Anki had her long legs as wide as you could imagine they’d go. A sight like that would normally focus all of my attention but all I could think about was how sore my jaw was. It ached like hell. I don’t think I’ve ever stretched my mouth that far.

I stood up and went to lie down with my face between her legs.

“Hold on a moment” Anki exclaimed, surprised.

“Look at that” and she point at my crotch. Even I looked down there and was surprised to see little Greig standing at attention. Actually, he was rock hard, throbbing.

“I think he enjoyed that, although you were a bit rough honey. Maybe you should let him try again but just be a little more understanding. You big bully!” Anki laughed and put her hand on my shoulder, pressing me to sit on the edge of the bed, facing Job.

“Look, I’ll help you a little. Just hold it gently at the base of his shaft and get ready to take it in your mouth. Now make sure you have a lot of saliva in your mouth, ready to slide over it – that’s really important. Think gentle thoughts” her voice was soft and encouraging and very persuasive.

I grasped his thick, hard cock, with my fingers circling its base but there was no chance of them meeting. No wonder I ached!

I prepared my mouth as she’d said and readied myself to take his enormous cock. I was surprisingly turned on by the thought. Anki noticed my twitching cock and reached over and took a hold of me gently.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you” she whispered in my ear. “It’s ok, I’ll help”.

“Now take it in there, very, very gently. Here’s I’ll demonstrate” and she bent over and took my little cock into her silky-soft mouth and it felt amazing”

I leant in towards Job and took the head of his cock in my mouth with an inch or so of his thick black shaft. I barely touched it, just let the warmth of my mouth and tongue caress of him. Anki was a great teacher. “Mmmmmm, now that’s miles better” he murmured appreciatively.

“Now, push your lips down his cock towards the base. You’ll never take all of it so stop before it hits your tonsils or you’ll fetish”

I did exactly what she said, feeling the ridges of his swollen cock intimately as my lips slid down. It felt like no distance at all but I felt him push against the back of my throat and I coughed, unable to stop it, pulling him out of my mouth quickly.

Anki laughed “I warned you!” and she taught me how to cup his balls whilst licking up his shaft, how to lick the piece between his hole and his bum whilst wanking his cock and then how to alternate between sucking and gently stroking his massive head using my saliva to lubricate. Each time she demonstrated on me first so it totally felt like the three of us were having amazing sex together.

“Ok, there’s one last thing I think you’ll like but you need to trust me, can you do that?” She looked at me with her dark eyes, like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and at that moment I would have put my balls in a mousetrap if she’d asked me to.

“Why don’t you lie down with your face at the edge of the bed and I’ll get ready. You need to relax into this whilst I get ready but I promise you’ll like it” and she turned round, reaching for the bedside table.

I turned round and lay length-wise on the enormous bed with my head hanging over the bottom end. “Job, round you go too, just wait until I tell you please” and off he went. I was a little surprised at that, up until now it was very firmly Job leading.

I looked at his cock, which was right in front of my face. Man, it was thick. No wonder Ann was almost ****** beside us. I glanced in her direction and she was dozing gently.

“Now keep your head level with your body and just open your mouth wide” Anki said from over my shoulder. Job took hold of my head and slid his stiff black cock into my mouth, slowly pushing, inch by enormous inch. He paused to check I wasn’t obligation and them slid it slowly all the way in. All the way. I couldn’t believe I had taken the whole damn thing so easily.

He pulled it out “You ok?” he asked, surprised “Mmmm, yes” was all I could say. He pushed it straight back in, holding the sides of my head firmly and fucking my face. It was much, much easier than before. It was like his cock went down my throat so I could accommodate his length. Fuck me, I was turned on.

I could feel his balls swinging away under my chin, slapping into me, stinging my skin. “Yes, that’s it, oh yes” he grunted. This was the first time I’d heard him getting really into it since he’d finished fucking Ann and I pictured her legs in the air and him holding her ankles wide apart, slamming into her arse.

I felt Anki climb onto the bed behind me, positioning herself and pushing my legs apart with her muscular thighs. Her hands pulled apart my arse cheeks and I felt her finger rubbing against my hole, leaving slippery lubricant in its place as she slipped inside just half an inch “see, it’s easy. Just relax as I push into you” whoosh, two inches. “No, no, relax! Think of yourself pushing something out of there” and she firmly pushed her finger all the way in. I could feel her nail, scratching against me inside, it wasn’t pleasant. I wriggled against her and she pulled out.

Bam, bam, bam, Job thrust into my mouth as he fucked me. No other word for it, he fucked my mouth, pushing into my throat with his length .It wasn’t all that unpleasant actually. It was really sexy.

Before I could notice, I felt my arse being stretched much wider than Anki’s finger. It was just a hot, sharp pain and it really, really, hurt. But then, it didn’t. I felt her slip inside me, just a couple of inches but it seemed that when she was in, I could take her all and it didn’t hurt so much when I wasn’t being stretched and opened.

Bam, Bam, Bam, Job continued like a jackhammer slamming into my mouth and I was almost grateful for the soft and slow rhythmical thrusting of Anki fucking my arse.

Was this really happening to me? I couldn’t believe what was going on but my cock was rock hard and desperate to come again. Actually, I was somewhat interested in what was going on behind me and really wanted to see Anki fucking my arse. From the sounds she was making, I think she was enjoying it just as much as Job who was clearly appreciating my gentle mouth.

“You need more Honey?” Job asked, not breaking his stride for one second. Bam, bam, bam. How the hell did he keep up such a pace?

“Mmm” she grunted “I always need something else to finish”

What the hell else was there for us to do? I had nothing left.

Job pulled out of my mouth and I could feel the muscles in my jaw protesting as they tried to reset to a normal position. Anki pulled out of my arse and I quickly flipped over to see what she had been doing. It was a double ended dildo, a huge long flexible thing, thankfully thin. About the thickness (or thinness) of my cock actually. It felt slim to me when it was in there, was that how it felt inside Ann. Or Anki?

She smiled, and threw the dildo onto the floor before turning to face me. “Now, time to finish it off. Lie down on your back, and probably best to put your head up towards the the of the bed.

As I lay down, she got on the bed and straddled my chest “Now it’s my turn, just lick my clit, nothing else, but whatever you do – don’t stop until you hear me scream!” and with that, she hopped up a little and shoved her hairy bush right onto my mouth. She grabbed my head in her hands, pulling me into her wide gash. I stuck out my tongue rigidly. I’m good at oral and felt a bit more in my comfort zone again. I could do this.

I lapped and lapped at her clit, alternating between big licks with my tongue spread wide and neat thrusts at her swollen clit with the tip. She was gasping with excitement now, her breath catching as her strong thighs tensed and relaxed, her orgasm approaching.

I felt Job’s hands grip my ankles and my legs were quickly lifted in the air and simultaneously spread wide. I felt something cold and slippery on my bum pushing against it, spreading my hole as it pushed inside.

To be fair, he was being more gentle than he’d been all night but it was still sore.The time for objections had long passed tonight but as my arse felt like it was being torn in two I couldn’t help the words escaping “Fuck that hurts”

“Don’t stop……” Anki gasped, “That’s not fair” but I couldn’t help it. He was inside now but my hole must be about to split any moment now. I felt this enormous shaft pushing inside me until there was nowhere left to go. It pushed against something inside, I have no idea what, but thankfully he started to pull back.

Anki continued to grind her wet, hairy pussy against my face, demanding more from my tongue. Slowly, I relaxed into the rhythm of things and could take in what was happening. I could smell her fishy pussy, enjoying the texture of the juices being smeared on my chin.

I was feeling a bizarre mixture of needing to pee and desperation to come at the same time as his enormous cock pushed into me. I couldn’t feel his balls or thighs slapping against me so was assuming he couldn’t get all the way inside. Thank fuck for that!

“Hey Ann, nice to have you back” Anki said in a breathy voice. “Why don’t you slot in here behind me and help out a little? If you’re ok, that is?”

Now the only thing I could see was a mass of black pubic hair surrounding a wide, wide pussy but it lifted off me as Anki sat up. As her thigh swung round I saw my wife’s face, set in an expression of sheer contempt but even worse I saw my reflection in the mirror, in the same position she was earlier with my legs pinned up over my shoulders and this well built black man fucking me hard. His muscled, ebony, thighs rippling as he owned me. It didn’t seem so much like the three of us now.

Anki turned round to face Job but still thrust her wet pussy onto my mouth. “Just slip in her behind me if you don’t mind?” she said. Ann came round and spooned against Anki, her heavy breasts pushing into her back. “That’s it, now just stoke my nipples a little whilst your husband’s lovely tongue works its magic. You’ve trained him well”

And yet again I was in darkness with me eyes and nose buried in her arse, leaving my tongue lapping directly at her fat clit. As I looked up I saw Ann’s pussy move in close to press against Anki’s arse. Presumeably nipples were being stroked, not that I could enjoy the view.

I could hear the muffled voices above me but honestly, I was just licking blindly and I couldn’t tell you what was happening. The pain in my arse was excruciating and my cock began to lose it’s stiffness and it wasn’t really fun any more. At least, not for me.

Anki was grinding and grinding into me, holding the sides of my head harder and harder. My tongue ached, my jaw ached and my arse hurt like fuck.

I don’t know what happened but Anki’s thighs suddenly slapped clamped onto my ears, holding me firmly in place for what felt like age as she squirmed with orgasm and then abruptly letting go. Suddenly I could see and hear again as her big thighs pulled up and over my head.

“That was fantastic” she said “Thank you Ann, you were perfect”

“I need to come soon” Job interrupted, his deep voice silencing us all in an instant “Greig, are you ready for what that means?”

Well-well, it seems Greig has found his inner slut! What a bad boy, hope he gets his cum-uppance soon. Not usually my kind of scene JustWishin, but you sure know how to write it so it sounds like fun, very hot! Thanks.

JustWishin:

That was a very HOT segment!

Very well writen and exciting to read. THANKS!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I said nothing. I knew what he meant but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

My arse hurt like hell and the hard, fast thrusts he would make to bring himself to climax would be terrible.

“Say the words, just ask me” Job commanded. I noticed in an almost abstract way that he didn’t need to raise his voice or threaten in any way, he just had a natural authority.

He had slowed down his thrusts and was just keeping himself going by gently and quickly pushing in and out of my hole.

“Just finish, it’s fine” I finally muttered, desperately embarrassed by the situation. My wife was watching this, for goodness sake.

“Not enough I’m afraid. You know this will hurt and I did say up front that we need to be considerate of each other so I want to know that you’re ok with this. I want you to ask me”

His voice was deep and remisterated around the room. The two girls watched me intently and I could feel their eyes on me. I couldn’t meet their eyes.

An age passed. Metaphorical tumbleweeds blew past us on the bed.

“Please fuck me hard, until you come” I said, meekly but clearly. There was no way I wanted to repeat that statement out loud.

I glanced up at my wifes’ face and my heart just sank. She lay in Anki’s arms, close but not snuggling, and her face was a mirror to my own feelings. I was a wimp. I was Job’s bitch. Even more than she was when he fucked her.

In the meantime Job has stretched out lengthwise with his feet firmly anchored in the bed in order to have more stability to properly fuck me. He withdrew his full length and slammed into me hard, his thighs colliding with my arse like a juggernaut, the sound echoing in my head until the pain signals from my screaming prostate reached my brain. Oh my lord that was sore.

He slammed and slammed into my arse, his face a picture of concentration, lost in his coming orgasm. It was mercifully short. “I’m coming” he gruntly triumphantly.

For a moment I thought he was going to fill me with his come, which I would have hated, but much to my relief he said “Ann, over you come – quickly”.

All I could focus on was sweet relief of his enormous cock pulling out of my ripped hole so I lost focus as he threw my ankles back down onto the bed and hopped onto my chest.

Ann had moved behind me but I couldn’t see her. I tilted my head back to see her gaping pussy inches from my eyes as her spread thighs invited him in.

A thick, wet stream of white cum landed smack in the middle of her open cunt. Then another and another, as the first one splattered and then slipped downwards and right onto my nose. It was a bit of a blur really between the satisfied grunts Job was making, Ann’s squeals of delight, Anki’s laughter and my shock at this final straw – another gross invasion of my boundaries.

I hadn’t moved a muscle but more and more spunk splattered on my face, was he still coming? The familiar smell of come invaded my senses, it was quite sexy actually, and I brushed it away from my nose with my finger – not sure what to do with it. Would it be rude to wipe on his sheets?

“Ann, I think Greig would like to give you Job’s spunk, isn’t that nice of him not to waste it?” Anki said mischeviously. Bitch.

“I’ve never tasted come before” Ann said but from the tone of her voice, I knew she wanted this. It was true though, she always said to me that she “Didn’t do bodily fluids” and she was always so prissy about it, I took that as read that she wouldn’t swallow. She never gave me a blow job so it was a bit of a moot point in any case.

She took my hand and lifted it up, leaning forward to lick his come off my fingers, savouring the experience. “Mmmm” she groaned, lustily “That’s soooo sexy – why have I never done that before?” she said to no-one in particular.

“Why don’t you let Greig try that too, it’s nice to share” Anki laughed. She put her hand on Ann’s back and pushed her forward, toppling her off balance.

Ann’s cunt landed right onto my mouth, and before I could think about it, I instinctively put my tongue into her deep gash. “Fuck!” she exclaimed wriggling on my face “Oh yes, don’t stop” and she gripped the side of my head with her thighs – this had been a common occurrence for me tonight and I was pissed off about it.

She tensed and contracted her thighs and I could tell she was close already. I had hardly even licked her.

“You’re enjoying this too, how perfect” and I felt my cock, which was now hard, enveloped in a delightful, warm, slippery feeling – she was blowing me.

Un-fucking-believable.

I lapped and lapped at her gooey cunt, feeling the slimy spunk on my tongue as I did but it just added to the experience and I was beyond caring. She had accepted this situation so I had too.

I spurted right into her mouth, right on that thought. She came moments later and I was even fine with her squeezing my aching ears again.

I was utterly spent, completely ***d and in pain but it felt wonderful.

Hello Just Wishing

First, well written story, Great characters. Thank you for writing it.

The story stricks home, because my bride of 31 yeras and I started dance lesmisters about 3 years ago. First, we love to dance: time together and great exercise. Second, a thought was this would allow her to be around/ close to other men and perhaps a small step toward this life style! As of yet nothing really has happen but some incidents that have excited me, allowed my mind to follow paths simular to this story!

Thank you for writting this tale and please continue it

All the best
Meijer