I met my husband while I was on a ski trip in Vail. At that time, I was a flight attendant for a major airline that had a hub in Denver. Jane, one of the other flight attendants I had recently met owned a little condo near Vail and invited me to go skiing with her. I grew up in Atlanta and was not much of a skier. I thought that since I was now living in Colorado, I owed it to myself to learn.
Jane helped me rent my skis and boots and told me that I could wear some of her ski clothes. Luckily, we were both about the same size and her clothes fit. The first day I wore a white ski bib and a white jacket. With my long blonde hair, blue eyes, and goggles, Jane said I looked like a ski bunny.
At noon, I jumped on the lift and went to the top. I met Jane at the restaurant and grabbed a sandwich and some water. While we were eating, a guy yelled Jane?s name and came over and started talking to her. It turned out that his name was Mike and he was a friend of Jane's father. She introduced him to me, and he joined us for lunch. Mike was a good looking older guy who obviously took good care of himself. He had short black hair and a dark complexion. He had the nicest smile and was charming. Even though he was old enough to be my father, I was only 25 and he was 46, we hit it off. He joined us on the slopes as I tried to demonstrate my new skiing skills. Jane and Mike were expert skiers who coddled me while I slowly moved down the slopes. We had a great time and skied together the rest of the day. As we were leaving, Mike invited Jane and I to dinner. Jane told him that we would go as long as she could invite her fianc? who was driving in later that day. He said that it would be great.
To make a long story short, Mike and I started dating and fell in love. He was the CEO of a large investment firm in Denver and had more money than anyone I knew. He owned a house in Vail, one in Oahu, and had an apartment in Denver. He bought me a huge engagement ring, a new Porsche, and kept me in the latest fashions. We got married, I quit my job as a flight attendant, and I began to settle into the routine of managing the Vail house.
Our love life started off nicely but quickly became routine. Mike's job kept him away for several days at a time. I usually stayed at the house in Vail while he spent the week at the apartment in Denver and came home on the weekends. When he came home, I always greeted him with a big kiss and tried to lure him to the bedroom. It seemed that as my sexual needs grew, his declined. After our first year of marriage, Mike began to have trouble getting erections. Like most women, I blamed myself. I tried wearing sexy outfits and enticing him. I would call him during the week and tell him how much I needed him. When we were in bed and he wouldn?t respond, I would try sucking him to get him hard. Nothing worked. My self-esteem was at an all time low. Was I not sexy enough for him? Was he having an affair? Finally, it came to a head. After yet another frustrating session in bed, I jumped up, ran to my bathroom, slammed the door, and started crying. After ten or so minutes, Mike came and knocked on the door. I opened it and he walked in.
He could see my eyes and knew that I had been crying. I asked him what was wrong with me. Why didn?t he respond? Was I ugly? Was he seeing someone else? I asked him if he wanted a divorce. He told me no. He told me that he knew that I was sexually frustrated, but said that there was nothing he could do. He said that he still thought that I was the sexiest woman alive, but that he had developed a medical condition and was not able to become erect. He had been to his doctors, a psychiatrist, tried Viagra, and had even considered surgery. Nothing worked for him. He asked me if I wanted a divorce. I told him that I loved him and always wanted to stay with him. I told him that if he was unable to be my lover, then I would simply learn to live without sex. We went back to bed and held each other the entire night. At least I knew that he loved me and still found me desirable.
The next morning during breakfast, Mike said that he had made a decision. He told me that my satisfaction was the most important thing to him. He did not want his wife to consider marriage to him to be a sacrifice. He said that we were a modern couple, and he could make arrangements for the both of us to be satisfied. When I realized that he was talking about me being with another man, I was shocked. I immediately said no, that I was married to him, and that being with another man would be wrong. Then he dropped another bombshell. He told me that he would like to see me with another man. He said that he often fantasized about watching me as another man took me. Well, the thought of him watching me as I had sex with another was intriguing. I rationalized that as long as he was there and I knew that he approved, maybe it would beall right. I acted like I wasn?t interested, but he had planted a seed that would not go away.
On Friday, Mike called from his office and told me to come to the apartment for the weekend. He also told me to make sure that I wore some sexy clothes. I realized what he had in mind and asked him if he was sure that this is what he wanted. He said, ?Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want this. The thought of me watching you in another man's arms as he satisfies you is such a turn-on.? I told him that I would be there by 6:00 o?clock. I took a shower and dried my hair. My blonde hair hangs below my shoulders and is naturally straight. I slipped on a black thong and matching sheer bra. I pulled on a garter belt and some black stockings. I put on my favorite Estee Lauder perfume and sprayed body glitter on my breasts and neck. My breasts aren?t exceptionally large, I wear a 34-c, but I have large puffy nipples that are super-sensitive and become quite large when I am aroused. I slipped on my favorite short-black party dress and mandatory pearls.
It usually takes two hours to drive from Vail to the apartment in Denver. I jumped in the Porsche and headed west on I-70. I made it in one hour and twenty minutes.
I wasn?t sure what to expect. I didn?t know if we were going to a club and try to meet someone or if we were just going bar hopping. Mike called me on my cell phone to see if I was at the apartment. I told him that I was dressed and ready. I could almost hear him smile.
When Mike got there, I could tell he liked what he saw. He told me that we were going to have dinner with a special friend who he knew could be discreet. Apparently, he had done his research and found what he wanted. He told me that if I was not happy, all I had to do was tell him and we would leave after dinner. He said that if I liked what I saw, we would play it by ear. We jumped into his S600, and he drove us to a quiet restaurant where he said we could have some intimate conversation.
We walked into the restaurant and had a seat at a table that was located in a back room. We were the only couple there. I was getting a bit nervous when in walked this absolutely beautiful man. He was tall and very muscular. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans, some loafers with no socks, a black turtle neck and blazer. He was six feet tall and looked like he weighed around 220 pounds. I don?t believe there was an ounce of fat on his frame. I figured that he must be an athlete for one of the Denver teams. I looked at Mike and said, ?He is black!? Mike just smiled.
Mike stood and introduced me to Ian. Ian apologized for being late saying that his cab had taken a wrong turn. I could tell that Mike and Ian were friends and had discussed this by the way they smiled and shook hands. As we enjoyed our meal and a bottle of my favorite chardonnay, I couldn?t help but admire Ian?s physique and carriage. He was very confident and funny. When we were talking, he would look into my eyes, look down at my breasts, and then look back up and smile. There was magnetism about him that I had already decided that I wanted to experience. After eating, Mike excused himself to go to the restroom.
Whence left, Ian said, ?Look, I am very comfortable with the whole scene. I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I think we can have a lot of fun. I don?t want you to feel pushed, but after seeing and talking to you, I know that I want it to happen.? I reached over and touched his hand. I told him that we had never done anything like this, but I had to admit that I found the thought of the two of us together very exciting.
Mike returned and stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. He said,?I hope the two of you are hitting it off. If you are, I would like to suggest we go back to the apartment for a few drinks.? I looked at Ian and then at Mike and said, ?I am game if the two of you are.? both mike and Ian stood and smiled at each other. This was going to be fun.
We walked back to the car, and Mike suggested that the two of us ride in the back while he drove. We slid into the back seat of the Mercedes, and Mike started driving. Ian took my hand and held it as we talked. My mind was full of contradictory images and thoughts. Being from the South, I grew up in a culture where races were separate. imagined how upset my father would be if he knew this was happening,especially me with a black man. I wondered how this would affect Mike's and my relationship. Ian must have sensed my thoughts as he squeezed my hand gently. He slid closer and put his arm around my shoulders, and I laid my head against his chest. He whispered that I looked beautiful. I looked up at him and we kissed. Oh, what a kiss. It was long and tender and full of promise. I caught my breath. He smiled and kissed me again. This kiss wasn?t as gentle; it was hunger. I responded like a high school girl making out for the first time. We were kissing passionately. His hands moved over my body, and I offered myself to him. He kissed my neck and cupped my breasts. One hand moved up my thigh and between my legs. I moaned as I felt his hand slide under my thong.
I looked up and saw that Mike had adjusted the mirror so that he could watch. I reached over and touched Ian?s cock through his pants. When I did, I felt his body stiffen as he pushed his hips forward, his body was telling me that he wanted more. Even through his pants, I could tell that his cock was huge. It ran down his leg halfway to his knee. I kissed him as I began stroking him though his pants. The psychological reaction to his cock was intense. Knowing that a man wanted me, knowing that I aroused this marvelous creature, knowing that there was nothing wrong with me and this beautiful man wanted me aroused me even more.
When we got to the apartment, we headed to the den where I sat on the couch with Ian. Mike excused himself to pour us a drink. As soon as he was out of the room, Ian pulled me into his lap and began kissing me. His hands moved across my face and down to my breasts. He toyed with my nipples as he moved his tongue over my lips. God, I wanted him.
Mike walked back in with the drinks. I looked at him as if to ask if this is really what he wanted. He sat the drinks down and then sat beside us. Ian continued to massage my breasts as Mike began to rub my shoulders and neck. This was hot. It was as if Mike was offering me to Ian, and Ian was eagerly accepting. Ian told Mike, ?You have the most beautiful, sexy wife. I can?t wait to see her body.? On cue, Mike began to unzip my dress. He pushed the straps off my shoulders exposing my sheer bra. Ian looked like a hungry man at a buffet. My already hard nipples were pushing against the fabric. Mike pulled my head back and kissed me as Ian moved his mouth across my breasts, kissing them through my bra.
I suggested that we move to the bedroom where we could all get a little more comfortable. I held my dress as we moved into the bedroom .Both Ian and Mike sat on the king-size bed as I stood beside them and slipped off my dress. Standing in front of them with just my bra,thong, garter, and hose, I could see their lust. Ian pulled me onto the bed and ran his large hands over me. Mike stood, stripped down to his boxers, and then moved to a chair across from the bed and sat. Ian stood and began taking off his clothes. While he was pulling his shirt over his massive chest, I sat on the edge of the bed and began to undo his belt and pants. Ian looked over at Mike and said, ?I can?t wait to give her my cock.? I pulled his pants down, and he stepped out of them. I leaned forward and began to kiss his massive cock through his shorts. I could feel the heat radiating from it as it moved across my face. face. Wanting this like I have never wanted anything before; I reached into his shorts and pulled out this huge, dark piece of meat. I could see Mike's eyes open as he saw the size of Ian?s cock. His cock was thick and massive. I took it in my hands and guided it into my waiting mouth. I heard Ian moan as it slipped between my lips. I began to move my mouth up and down his hardening cock as I cupped his balls in my hands. Ian took my head in his hands and began to move his hips as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.
I began to moan as I slurped his cock. I could not begin to take it all in my mouth, but I licked up and down as I stroked it with my hands. In the mirror, I could see his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The contrast was striking. My pale skin, blonde hair, and petite figure were highlighted by his dark, thick, muscular body. Ian pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to stroke it as he guided my mouth this huge balls. I licked and gently sucked them as he stroked himself. himself. I wanted his cock. I reached and pulled it back into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head as I stroked it with both hands.
Mike moved from his chair and sat behind my on the bed. He reached and undid my bra. He slid it off as I continued to service Ian. Mike asked, ?How do you like my wife Ian?? He answered, ?This girl knows how to suck a cock. With those perfect tits and sweet body, I can't wait to taste and fuck her.? Mike rubbed his hands across my breasts and then cupped his hands under them, offering them as Ian began to lick and suck my nipples. Chills ran down my body as I watched his dark lips greedily suck and nibble on my swelling nipples.
Ian gently pushed me onto my back. I lifted my bottom as he slid off my hose, garter, and thong. Ian lowered himself and we kissed passionately. His hands moved up and down my body as his mouth moved from my lips to my neck. I was on fire. I was wet and swollen as his dark hand moved between my legs. He moved his mouth over my breasts and nipples as he began to slowly move his hand in circles over my already swollen clit. Another moan escaped as that sweet pleasure, that long forgotten and much needed pleasure began to grow between my legs.
Mike moved back to his chair and watched as Ian moved his mouth down my body. He kissed my flat stomach and rubbed his face on my downy patch of blonde pubic hair. I heard him breathe in as he savored my sweet smell. I spread my legs as he began to slowly lick and suck my swollen pussy lips. The pleasure was intense as I watched this dark athlete devour me. He slid his hands under my bottom and lifted me towards his mouth. I opened myself to him as a flower opens in springtime. I was offering him my sex and he was accepting it. I felt his tongue explore me as he licked and slurped my throbbing pussy. He slid one finger inside me as he continued licking my swollen bud.
I looked over at Mike who was just sitting and watching. He could see my pleasure. Mike used to joke that I was like a thermometer, the more excited I got, the redder my chest became. My neck and chest were bright red as I lifted my hips, rubbing my sex across Ian?s mouth and tongue. Ian moved his finger inside me as he cupped both of my breasts in his other hand. He moved faster and harder across my clit as the first wave of an incredible orgasm washed across my body. I tightened and released as his tongue danced on my pink clit. Mike just smiled.
Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body. I was spent, used, a satisfied puddle. This mahogany god had given me the greatest pleasure that I had ever experienced, and he was just getting started. He moved back up my body as he began kissing my lips, running his hands up and down my hard little bottom. He squeezed and said, ?Oh that sweet ass. It feels so good.?
I tasted myself as he slid his tongue into my hungry mouth. I kissed him, licking his dark, thick lips and sucking his tongue as it moved in and out of my mouth. He positioned himself between my legs as he rubbed his thick cock against my wet, swollen opening. I spread my legs wider in anticipation as he began to push his swollen cock into my body. His thick cock was so much bigger than anything that I had ever experienced. Mike sat up and watched as Ian?s cock inched deeper and deeper into my waiting pussy. I have never been so completely filled.
Even as wet as I was, I struggled to accommodate the girth that was stretching me to the limit. I felt the head of his cock rest against my cervix as he buried himself inside me. He stopped moving and just lay on top of me as my body slowly adjusted my impalement. This beautiful, powerful man totally controlled me. I ran my nails up and down his back as I continued kissing him. My hands moved down his body and squeezed his rock hard ass. This was no ordinary man. He wasn?t human; it was as if he was carved from some exotic, black marble. I moved my legs and wrapped them around his.
Ian began to slowly move back and forth as his cock ever so slowly slid in and out of my stretched pussy. I was breathless as he began to use me for his pleasure. Ian looked over at Mike and said, ?Damn Mike, this is the tightest, sweetest pussy I have ever had. It is like fucking velvet.? I looked over at Mike who had had pulled his limp dick out of his shorts and was rubbing it.
Ian lifted his body off of me and began moving faster as the strokes began to get deeper and more forceful. I teased his nipples with my nails as he bit his lips. He was beautiful. His dark, sculpted body moved like a sex machine, thrusting his ebony cock in and out of my waiting pussy. Supporting himself with just one hand, he ran the other over my face and breasts, squeezing them to the point of sweet pain. I pulled his hand back to my mouth and took his index finger into my mouth,sucking and licking it just like I had sucked his cock earlier. My body was tortured, invaded and moved to pleasures that I had never experienced. Like some animal, I began to grunt with each thrust as I began to move my hips rhythmically, matching his powerful thrusts. I heard Mike moan and looked over to see him orgasm; one hand was covered with thick cum as his limp dick spewed. Ian laughed and said, ?Yeah man, I know how hot it is to watch this sweet bitch taking my cock. I have never been with such a cock hungry bitch.?
Ian suddenly moved off of me and stood by the bed, leaving me feeling totally empty. He laid his cock across my lips as I began to instinctively lick and suck it. I began stroking it with one hand as my other moved down between my legs. As I moved my hand across my clit and onto my pussy, I was shocked to feel the difference. It used to be uncomfortable for me to push two fingers into my pussy. Now I could easily slide four fingers into my gaping slit.
I rubbed my swollen clit and sucked Ian?s sweet cock. Ian began to stroke himself, using my mouth to keep his cock wet. I have always endured blow jobs, willing to do my part to satisfy my partner. This was different. I wanted his cum. I wanted his sperm. I wanted to satisfy this superior man in some way that would show him I was his.
Ian kept stroking as he told Mike to get onto the bed and lay on his back. Mike did as he was told. He slid off his boxers and slid beside me on the bed. Ian told me to lie on top of him and to suck his cock. We assumed a 69 position with Mike?s head on the edge of the bed. Bed. I sucked on Mike?s limp cock as he began to lick my clit. My gaping pussy was up in the air, inviting Ian to fill it.
Ian slid behind me and slid his wet cock back into my waiting hole. He grabbed and held onto my hips as he began pumping his cock in and out, pushing me towards yet another orgasm. Poor Mike?s cock was limp, but I sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I wondered what was going through his mind as he hungrily licked my clit as Ian slammed his massive cock in and out of me. I heard Mike moan as he licked me. I heard Ian moan as he fucked me. I moaned as these two men serviced me as I sucked Mike?s limp cock.
The feeling was incredible as we all moved towards yet another orgasm. Ian began to pound me. He was pushing and yelling as he slammed against my ass. His balls were bouncing off of Mike?s head as Mike continued slurping my swollen clit. I cupped Mike?s balls in my hand as I sucked his little cock. Ian began yelling that he was cumming. He slapped my ass as waves of pleasure again rushed through my body. Ian squeezed my hips as I felt powerful spurts of hot cum fill my wanting pussy. I squeezed Mike?s balls as he came and I swallowed his sweet sperm. Ian kept moving his sloppy cock in and out of my stretched, dripping hole. Mike kept licking me, not caring that Ian?s cum was seeping onto his face and into his mouth.
We collapsed onto the bed, a mass of wet, sweating bodies. The sheets were soaked and our bodies intertwined. I woke in the middle of night to find Ian wrapped around me, one dark, massive hand holding my breasts, his thick, soft cock pressed against my bottom. He could have taken me again. I was his for the asking. I was willing to do anything that he wanted. Mike was asleep beside us, snoring contently.
I am not sure what the future holds for us. I don?t know if we can ever relive that magical night. I do know that I have never known such pleasure and such passion.
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Jane helped me rent my skis and boots and told me that I could wear some of her ski clothes. Luckily, we were both about the same size and her clothes fit. The first day I wore a white ski bib and a white jacket. With my long blonde hair, blue eyes, and goggles, Jane said I looked like a ski bunny.
At noon, I jumped on the lift and went to the top. I met Jane at the restaurant and grabbed a sandwich and some water. While we were eating, a guy yelled Jane?s name and came over and started talking to her. It turned out that his name was Mike and he was a friend of Jane's father. She introduced him to me, and he joined us for lunch. Mike was a good looking older guy who obviously took good care of himself. He had short black hair and a dark complexion. He had the nicest smile and was charming. Even though he was old enough to be my father, I was only 25 and he was 46, we hit it off. He joined us on the slopes as I tried to demonstrate my new skiing skills. Jane and Mike were expert skiers who coddled me while I slowly moved down the slopes. We had a great time and skied together the rest of the day. As we were leaving, Mike invited Jane and I to dinner. Jane told him that we would go as long as she could invite her fianc? who was driving in later that day. He said that it would be great.
To make a long story short, Mike and I started dating and fell in love. He was the CEO of a large investment firm in Denver and had more money than anyone I knew. He owned a house in Vail, one in Oahu, and had an apartment in Denver. He bought me a huge engagement ring, a new Porsche, and kept me in the latest fashions. We got married, I quit my job as a flight attendant, and I began to settle into the routine of managing the Vail house.
Our love life started off nicely but quickly became routine. Mike's job kept him away for several days at a time. I usually stayed at the house in Vail while he spent the week at the apartment in Denver and came home on the weekends. When he came home, I always greeted him with a big kiss and tried to lure him to the bedroom. It seemed that as my sexual needs grew, his declined. After our first year of marriage, Mike began to have trouble getting erections. Like most women, I blamed myself. I tried wearing sexy outfits and enticing him. I would call him during the week and tell him how much I needed him. When we were in bed and he wouldn?t respond, I would try sucking him to get him hard. Nothing worked. My self-esteem was at an all time low. Was I not sexy enough for him? Was he having an affair? Finally, it came to a head. After yet another frustrating session in bed, I jumped up, ran to my bathroom, slammed the door, and started crying. After ten or so minutes, Mike came and knocked on the door. I opened it and he walked in.
He could see my eyes and knew that I had been crying. I asked him what was wrong with me. Why didn?t he respond? Was I ugly? Was he seeing someone else? I asked him if he wanted a divorce. He told me no. He told me that he knew that I was sexually frustrated, but said that there was nothing he could do. He said that he still thought that I was the sexiest woman alive, but that he had developed a medical condition and was not able to become erect. He had been to his doctors, a psychiatrist, tried Viagra, and had even considered surgery. Nothing worked for him. He asked me if I wanted a divorce. I told him that I loved him and always wanted to stay with him. I told him that if he was unable to be my lover, then I would simply learn to live without sex. We went back to bed and held each other the entire night. At least I knew that he loved me and still found me desirable.
The next morning during breakfast, Mike said that he had made a decision. He told me that my satisfaction was the most important thing to him. He did not want his wife to consider marriage to him to be a sacrifice. He said that we were a modern couple, and he could make arrangements for the both of us to be satisfied. When I realized that he was talking about me being with another man, I was shocked. I immediately said no, that I was married to him, and that being with another man would be wrong. Then he dropped another bombshell. He told me that he would like to see me with another man. He said that he often fantasized about watching me as another man took me. Well, the thought of him watching me as I had sex with another was intriguing. I rationalized that as long as he was there and I knew that he approved, maybe it would beall right. I acted like I wasn?t interested, but he had planted a seed that would not go away.
On Friday, Mike called from his office and told me to come to the apartment for the weekend. He also told me to make sure that I wore some sexy clothes. I realized what he had in mind and asked him if he was sure that this is what he wanted. He said, ?Oh baby, you have no idea how much I want this. The thought of me watching you in another man's arms as he satisfies you is such a turn-on.? I told him that I would be there by 6:00 o?clock. I took a shower and dried my hair. My blonde hair hangs below my shoulders and is naturally straight. I slipped on a black thong and matching sheer bra. I pulled on a garter belt and some black stockings. I put on my favorite Estee Lauder perfume and sprayed body glitter on my breasts and neck. My breasts aren?t exceptionally large, I wear a 34-c, but I have large puffy nipples that are super-sensitive and become quite large when I am aroused. I slipped on my favorite short-black party dress and mandatory pearls.
It usually takes two hours to drive from Vail to the apartment in Denver. I jumped in the Porsche and headed west on I-70. I made it in one hour and twenty minutes.
I wasn?t sure what to expect. I didn?t know if we were going to a club and try to meet someone or if we were just going bar hopping. Mike called me on my cell phone to see if I was at the apartment. I told him that I was dressed and ready. I could almost hear him smile.
When Mike got there, I could tell he liked what he saw. He told me that we were going to have dinner with a special friend who he knew could be discreet. Apparently, he had done his research and found what he wanted. He told me that if I was not happy, all I had to do was tell him and we would leave after dinner. He said that if I liked what I saw, we would play it by ear. We jumped into his S600, and he drove us to a quiet restaurant where he said we could have some intimate conversation.
We walked into the restaurant and had a seat at a table that was located in a back room. We were the only couple there. I was getting a bit nervous when in walked this absolutely beautiful man. He was tall and very muscular. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans, some loafers with no socks, a black turtle neck and blazer. He was six feet tall and looked like he weighed around 220 pounds. I don?t believe there was an ounce of fat on his frame. I figured that he must be an athlete for one of the Denver teams. I looked at Mike and said, ?He is black!? Mike just smiled.
Mike stood and introduced me to Ian. Ian apologized for being late saying that his cab had taken a wrong turn. I could tell that Mike and Ian were friends and had discussed this by the way they smiled and shook hands. As we enjoyed our meal and a bottle of my favorite chardonnay, I couldn?t help but admire Ian?s physique and carriage. He was very confident and funny. When we were talking, he would look into my eyes, look down at my breasts, and then look back up and smile. There was magnetism about him that I had already decided that I wanted to experience. After eating, Mike excused himself to go to the restroom.
Whence left, Ian said, ?Look, I am very comfortable with the whole scene. I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I think we can have a lot of fun. I don?t want you to feel pushed, but after seeing and talking to you, I know that I want it to happen.? I reached over and touched his hand. I told him that we had never done anything like this, but I had to admit that I found the thought of the two of us together very exciting.
Mike returned and stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. He said,?I hope the two of you are hitting it off. If you are, I would like to suggest we go back to the apartment for a few drinks.? I looked at Ian and then at Mike and said, ?I am game if the two of you are.? both mike and Ian stood and smiled at each other. This was going to be fun.
We walked back to the car, and Mike suggested that the two of us ride in the back while he drove. We slid into the back seat of the Mercedes, and Mike started driving. Ian took my hand and held it as we talked. My mind was full of contradictory images and thoughts. Being from the South, I grew up in a culture where races were separate. imagined how upset my father would be if he knew this was happening,especially me with a black man. I wondered how this would affect Mike's and my relationship. Ian must have sensed my thoughts as he squeezed my hand gently. He slid closer and put his arm around my shoulders, and I laid my head against his chest. He whispered that I looked beautiful. I looked up at him and we kissed. Oh, what a kiss. It was long and tender and full of promise. I caught my breath. He smiled and kissed me again. This kiss wasn?t as gentle; it was hunger. I responded like a high school girl making out for the first time. We were kissing passionately. His hands moved over my body, and I offered myself to him. He kissed my neck and cupped my breasts. One hand moved up my thigh and between my legs. I moaned as I felt his hand slide under my thong.
I looked up and saw that Mike had adjusted the mirror so that he could watch. I reached over and touched Ian?s cock through his pants. When I did, I felt his body stiffen as he pushed his hips forward, his body was telling me that he wanted more. Even through his pants, I could tell that his cock was huge. It ran down his leg halfway to his knee. I kissed him as I began stroking him though his pants. The psychological reaction to his cock was intense. Knowing that a man wanted me, knowing that I aroused this marvelous creature, knowing that there was nothing wrong with me and this beautiful man wanted me aroused me even more.
When we got to the apartment, we headed to the den where I sat on the couch with Ian. Mike excused himself to pour us a drink. As soon as he was out of the room, Ian pulled me into his lap and began kissing me. His hands moved across my face and down to my breasts. He toyed with my nipples as he moved his tongue over my lips. God, I wanted him.
Mike walked back in with the drinks. I looked at him as if to ask if this is really what he wanted. He sat the drinks down and then sat beside us. Ian continued to massage my breasts as Mike began to rub my shoulders and neck. This was hot. It was as if Mike was offering me to Ian, and Ian was eagerly accepting. Ian told Mike, ?You have the most beautiful, sexy wife. I can?t wait to see her body.? On cue, Mike began to unzip my dress. He pushed the straps off my shoulders exposing my sheer bra. Ian looked like a hungry man at a buffet. My already hard nipples were pushing against the fabric. Mike pulled my head back and kissed me as Ian moved his mouth across my breasts, kissing them through my bra.
I suggested that we move to the bedroom where we could all get a little more comfortable. I held my dress as we moved into the bedroom .Both Ian and Mike sat on the king-size bed as I stood beside them and slipped off my dress. Standing in front of them with just my bra,thong, garter, and hose, I could see their lust. Ian pulled me onto the bed and ran his large hands over me. Mike stood, stripped down to his boxers, and then moved to a chair across from the bed and sat. Ian stood and began taking off his clothes. While he was pulling his shirt over his massive chest, I sat on the edge of the bed and began to undo his belt and pants. Ian looked over at Mike and said, ?I can?t wait to give her my cock.? I pulled his pants down, and he stepped out of them. I leaned forward and began to kiss his massive cock through his shorts. I could feel the heat radiating from it as it moved across my face. face. Wanting this like I have never wanted anything before; I reached into his shorts and pulled out this huge, dark piece of meat. I could see Mike's eyes open as he saw the size of Ian?s cock. His cock was thick and massive. I took it in my hands and guided it into my waiting mouth. I heard Ian moan as it slipped between my lips. I began to move my mouth up and down his hardening cock as I cupped his balls in my hands. Ian took my head in his hands and began to move his hips as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.
I began to moan as I slurped his cock. I could not begin to take it all in my mouth, but I licked up and down as I stroked it with my hands. In the mirror, I could see his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The contrast was striking. My pale skin, blonde hair, and petite figure were highlighted by his dark, thick, muscular body. Ian pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to stroke it as he guided my mouth this huge balls. I licked and gently sucked them as he stroked himself. himself. I wanted his cock. I reached and pulled it back into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head as I stroked it with both hands.
Mike moved from his chair and sat behind my on the bed. He reached and undid my bra. He slid it off as I continued to service Ian. Mike asked, ?How do you like my wife Ian?? He answered, ?This girl knows how to suck a cock. With those perfect tits and sweet body, I can't wait to taste and fuck her.? Mike rubbed his hands across my breasts and then cupped his hands under them, offering them as Ian began to lick and suck my nipples. Chills ran down my body as I watched his dark lips greedily suck and nibble on my swelling nipples.
Ian gently pushed me onto my back. I lifted my bottom as he slid off my hose, garter, and thong. Ian lowered himself and we kissed passionately. His hands moved up and down my body as his mouth moved from my lips to my neck. I was on fire. I was wet and swollen as his dark hand moved between my legs. He moved his mouth over my breasts and nipples as he began to slowly move his hand in circles over my already swollen clit. Another moan escaped as that sweet pleasure, that long forgotten and much needed pleasure began to grow between my legs.
Mike moved back to his chair and watched as Ian moved his mouth down my body. He kissed my flat stomach and rubbed his face on my downy patch of blonde pubic hair. I heard him breathe in as he savored my sweet smell. I spread my legs as he began to slowly lick and suck my swollen pussy lips. The pleasure was intense as I watched this dark athlete devour me. He slid his hands under my bottom and lifted me towards his mouth. I opened myself to him as a flower opens in springtime. I was offering him my sex and he was accepting it. I felt his tongue explore me as he licked and slurped my throbbing pussy. He slid one finger inside me as he continued licking my swollen bud.
I looked over at Mike who was just sitting and watching. He could see my pleasure. Mike used to joke that I was like a thermometer, the more excited I got, the redder my chest became. My neck and chest were bright red as I lifted my hips, rubbing my sex across Ian?s mouth and tongue. Ian moved his finger inside me as he cupped both of my breasts in his other hand. He moved faster and harder across my clit as the first wave of an incredible orgasm washed across my body. I tightened and released as his tongue danced on my pink clit. Mike just smiled.
Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through my body. I was spent, used, a satisfied puddle. This mahogany god had given me the greatest pleasure that I had ever experienced, and he was just getting started. He moved back up my body as he began kissing my lips, running his hands up and down my hard little bottom. He squeezed and said, ?Oh that sweet ass. It feels so good.?
I tasted myself as he slid his tongue into my hungry mouth. I kissed him, licking his dark, thick lips and sucking his tongue as it moved in and out of my mouth. He positioned himself between my legs as he rubbed his thick cock against my wet, swollen opening. I spread my legs wider in anticipation as he began to push his swollen cock into my body. His thick cock was so much bigger than anything that I had ever experienced. Mike sat up and watched as Ian?s cock inched deeper and deeper into my waiting pussy. I have never been so completely filled.
Even as wet as I was, I struggled to accommodate the girth that was stretching me to the limit. I felt the head of his cock rest against my cervix as he buried himself inside me. He stopped moving and just lay on top of me as my body slowly adjusted my impalement. This beautiful, powerful man totally controlled me. I ran my nails up and down his back as I continued kissing him. My hands moved down his body and squeezed his rock hard ass. This was no ordinary man. He wasn?t human; it was as if he was carved from some exotic, black marble. I moved my legs and wrapped them around his.
Ian began to slowly move back and forth as his cock ever so slowly slid in and out of my stretched pussy. I was breathless as he began to use me for his pleasure. Ian looked over at Mike and said, ?Damn Mike, this is the tightest, sweetest pussy I have ever had. It is like fucking velvet.? I looked over at Mike who had had pulled his limp dick out of his shorts and was rubbing it.
Ian lifted his body off of me and began moving faster as the strokes began to get deeper and more forceful. I teased his nipples with my nails as he bit his lips. He was beautiful. His dark, sculpted body moved like a sex machine, thrusting his ebony cock in and out of my waiting pussy. Supporting himself with just one hand, he ran the other over my face and breasts, squeezing them to the point of sweet pain. I pulled his hand back to my mouth and took his index finger into my mouth,sucking and licking it just like I had sucked his cock earlier. My body was tortured, invaded and moved to pleasures that I had never experienced. Like some animal, I began to grunt with each thrust as I began to move my hips rhythmically, matching his powerful thrusts. I heard Mike moan and looked over to see him orgasm; one hand was covered with thick cum as his limp dick spewed. Ian laughed and said, ?Yeah man, I know how hot it is to watch this sweet bitch taking my cock. I have never been with such a cock hungry bitch.?
Ian suddenly moved off of me and stood by the bed, leaving me feeling totally empty. He laid his cock across my lips as I began to instinctively lick and suck it. I began stroking it with one hand as my other moved down between my legs. As I moved my hand across my clit and onto my pussy, I was shocked to feel the difference. It used to be uncomfortable for me to push two fingers into my pussy. Now I could easily slide four fingers into my gaping slit.
I rubbed my swollen clit and sucked Ian?s sweet cock. Ian began to stroke himself, using my mouth to keep his cock wet. I have always endured blow jobs, willing to do my part to satisfy my partner. This was different. I wanted his cum. I wanted his sperm. I wanted to satisfy this superior man in some way that would show him I was his.
Ian kept stroking as he told Mike to get onto the bed and lay on his back. Mike did as he was told. He slid off his boxers and slid beside me on the bed. Ian told me to lie on top of him and to suck his cock. We assumed a 69 position with Mike?s head on the edge of the bed. Bed. I sucked on Mike?s limp cock as he began to lick my clit. My gaping pussy was up in the air, inviting Ian to fill it.
Ian slid behind me and slid his wet cock back into my waiting hole. He grabbed and held onto my hips as he began pumping his cock in and out, pushing me towards yet another orgasm. Poor Mike?s cock was limp, but I sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I wondered what was going through his mind as he hungrily licked my clit as Ian slammed his massive cock in and out of me. I heard Mike moan as he licked me. I heard Ian moan as he fucked me. I moaned as these two men serviced me as I sucked Mike?s limp cock.
The feeling was incredible as we all moved towards yet another orgasm. Ian began to pound me. He was pushing and yelling as he slammed against my ass. His balls were bouncing off of Mike?s head as Mike continued slurping my swollen clit. I cupped Mike?s balls in my hand as I sucked his little cock. Ian began yelling that he was cumming. He slapped my ass as waves of pleasure again rushed through my body. Ian squeezed my hips as I felt powerful spurts of hot cum fill my wanting pussy. I squeezed Mike?s balls as he came and I swallowed his sweet sperm. Ian kept moving his sloppy cock in and out of my stretched, dripping hole. Mike kept licking me, not caring that Ian?s cum was seeping onto his face and into his mouth.
We collapsed onto the bed, a mass of wet, sweating bodies. The sheets were soaked and our bodies intertwined. I woke in the middle of night to find Ian wrapped around me, one dark, massive hand holding my breasts, his thick, soft cock pressed against my bottom. He could have taken me again. I was his for the asking. I was willing to do anything that he wanted. Mike was asleep beside us, snoring contently.
I am not sure what the future holds for us. I don?t know if we can ever relive that magical night. I do know that I have never known such pleasure and such passion.
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