Hello, everyone. This story is for Wife #23 in the "Your Wife's Lovers." I hope the couple likes it.
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Cindy Gets Black Maled By Carol Collins
I had finally gotten the kids to bed and was luxuriating in the warm sudsy bath water. It had been a hectic day helping Susan get everything ready for the party that Bob, her husband and Don's boss, had scheduled for tomorrow night. Some of the food was to be prepared there. Some would be bought. Their extremely house was always clean and presentable, no big trick when you had no children to mess things up. Tomorrow, being Friday, was a school day for my children, and, when they got home, they would be sent over to Miss Kieleena's house down the block for the night.
I finished my bath by shaving my underarms, legs and pubic mound. Don loved my smooth hairless mound and liked to go down on me when I was freshly shaven. I ran my fingers up and down my smooth legs and vagina lips to make sure that I had not missed a spot. The sensuousness of running my wet hands over my shapely legs and smooth pussy was turning me on. I made myself quit. After all, that's what a husband is for. I rinsed off and let the water out of the tub and began patting my body dry with the large fluffy bath towel. I glanced into the large mirror and stopped to stare for a moment.
I looked closely at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I guess I looked pretty good for a girl that had already turned thirty. My face was cute and was still young looking. I had big blue eyes that people said were beautiful and expressive and a big bright smile. I had colored my hair blonde recently and really liked the new me. Don liked it, too. He said that it wasn't just the looks that had changed. It was my attitude. I felt the difference, also. I had always been so shy around other people, but now, with blonde hair, I felt different. And right now, I felt horny! I peeped through the door and saw Don getting ready for bed. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He was still in very good shape for a man in his middle thirties. His naturally blonde hair and green eyes had been the first things that had attracted me to him. He lowered his pants and I hurriedly finished drying off. I brushed my blonde hair and was pleased by the appearance of the new me. "Don, husband ne," I whispered to myself, "get ready to get laid."
I slipped my pink silk baby doll nighty over my head. I thought about leaving the panties off, but decided that Don really enjoyed removing them before we made love. I stepped into the semi transparent pink silk panties, slid them up over my smooth legs and pulled them tight against my pubic mound and bottom. Men liked to think that they are the only ones who get horny and that women never instigate sex, but women start things off by sending signals that we are available. Sometimes, the men are just too dense to read our messages. Thankfully, Don has been a good husband who is attentive.
I opened the bathroom door and struck a pose like I had seen in the men's nudie magazines. Don looked over at me, smiled and whistled softly. We had been married all these years and he still appreciated the efforts I made to keep myself in shape. At five foot five inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds, I had managed to avoid the middle age spread that plagued some women when they were in their early thirties and had children. My measurements are a respectable 34 B-25-38. I was proud of my body and enjoyed showing it off to my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. Don was proud of me, too. The only problem was, he wanted to show me off to the entire world. I liked the idea that other men seemed to think that I was attractive, and they did show it in their caveman sort of ways, but, as I had told Don, I was a one man woman.
I slowly walked, swaying my hips as I went, around to Don's side of our king-sized bed and moved in close to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me with those green eyes of his and smiled. His arms went around my waist and pulled me against him as I placed my arms around his neck. He pulled me down onto his lap and his lips sought mine. My lips parted and his tongue came into my mouth as our kiss continued for several minutes. It was one of those slow passion-building kisses that I read about in my romance novels. One of Don's hands was cupping one of my breasts as his other hand ran lightly up and down my silky smooth thigh. My nipples became erect and Don rewarded one with a tweak. I had breast fed my babies and now had large sensitive over-sized nipples that Don loves to suck on during foreplay. I must admit that I enjoyed it, too.
Don gently lifted me off his lap and lay me down on the bed. I lay there, looking up at him as he flipped the hem of my nighty up over my tits, leaned over and took my left nipple in his mouth. I do so love having my nipples sucked on! I caressed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked my expanding nipple until it was swollen as far as it would go. Then, he shifted to my right nipple and worked his magic on it for the next several minutes. My entire body tingled from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair because of his attention to my swollen nipples. Don spent the next several minutes switching from one nipple to the other. One of his hands had moved down my relatively flat tummy to massage my pink panties into my hairless moistening mound. I was practically panting for breath when his lips began its journey from my throbbing nipples to my tingling vagina.
Don kissed my tummy on his way to the pink silk panties that covered my eager love mound. He kissed across the front of my panties until he was kissing my pussy through the thin silk material. When his fingers grasped the waistband of my panties, I raised my hips so that he could remove them easily. Don immediately brought his lips back to my moistened mound and licked up the length of my vagina slit. He knew that this always drove me wild. This time was no exception. I gritted my teeth and locked my fingers behind the back of his head and pulled him into me. His lips locked onto my clitoris and began applying suction. As the tension within my body built, I waited with bated breath for the final stroke. When his tongue began licking my clit as he applied suction, my body arched upwards and I came for him in only a few short minutes. His tongue continued to strum my erect clit as the waves of ecstasy continued to flow through my body.
When I realized that Don had removed his mouth from my wet vagina, I opened my eyes and saw that he had stood up beside the bed and was slowly stroking his hard cock with his right hand. It only took me a few seconds to sit up and take his beautiful cock in my hands as I took over for him. I loved the sense of power that a woman has as she takes charge of a man's penis. They are always pretending that they are big and strong, but when a woman gets hold of his penis, she can have him do almost anything just to get her to make him cum. I looked up into Don's green eyes and grinned before I leaned forward and licked the underside of his larger than average cock. I get a thrill out of watching Don's facial expressions as I suck his cock until he cums down my throat. I hear that I may be in the minority that actually doesn't mind swallowing her husband's semen.
I wrap my lips around Don's love muscle and begin to bob my head up and down. I roll my eyes upward to see the expression of lust that has taken over his face. Part of me wants to suck his dick until he shoots his sperm into my mouth so that I can let him watch as I swallow every precious drop. Another part of me wants him to push me back onto the bed and climb on top of me and fuck me within an inch of my life. Another part of me wants to push him back onto the bed so that I can ride his stiff penis and rub my clitty against his pubic bone until I have several orgasms. Don settled the question of what to do next when he gently pushed me onto my back and moved between my parted thighs.
Don guided his engorged penis toward my wet vagina. I felt the familiar responses as the nice sized cock slipped into my lower belly. It always felt so good to have my husband entering me this way. When he was all the way in, he began grinding his pubic bone against my erect clitoris. Over the years, he had found that this excited me very much. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued to grind away at my swollen clit. A few more minutes of this and I would have another climax. The waves began washing through me, building higher and higher until they crested in another orgasm. Afterwards, Don is still stroking his cock in and out of my pussy in earnest. Ten minutes later, I came again as I felt his penis erupting inside of my vagina. I tightened my legs around his waist as I experienced yet another orgasm.
I lay with my arms and legs wrapped around my husband's muscular body for several minutes before he rolled off. I felt his deflating penis slip from my vagina as he did so. I turned and we cuddled for a few minutes before we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
The alarm awoke me early the next morning. I sleepily climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I peed, washed my hands and face, then brushed the tangles from my blonde hair. I made the rounds, waking up everyone that had to get up first, before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Next, it was time to wake the rest of the family. An hour later, Don had left for work and the kids had gone to school. For the next seven hours, I would have the house to myself. I turned on the morning talk shows as I propped my feet up to enjoy a cup of coffee. The theme for today's show was cheating wives and the men who love them. Married couples actually came on national television and bragged about how many men the wives had sex with. The husbands said that they wanted their wives to come home to them after having sex with one or more men!
The show started me to thinking about the times, while in the throws of sexual excitement, Don had whispered in my ear about me having sex with other men. He told me of his fantasies of me letting different men make love to me. He mentioned Vic, the hunky guy that he works with as a possible lover. He had mentioned the electric meter reader man, who was black. He had even whispered in my ear about the fantasy of letting Reggie Grant, the star athlete from way back in high school, who used to try to get me to go out with him, make love to me. I haven't seen Reggie in many years, but Don continues to whisper stories about him when we make love. I must admit that the stories do excite me. I would never admit it to my husband, but he must be aware that I usually have more orgasms when he whispers these stories to me.
I noticed that my vagina was beginning to get that itchy feeling that it got when I was getting sexually aroused. I drained my coffee cup, went to the kitchen and washed the dishes before I had to go back to bed and waste the day masturbating. There was a party scheduled for tonight and I had things to do to get ready. ********************************************** The children had just left for the baby sitter's house. It is now five o'clock. The party starts at seven. Don would be home from work in about an hour. I had just enough time for a shower, putting on my make-up and slipping into some party clothes before Don arrived. Then, he could shower and get dressed so we could leave for his boss's party.
The warm water cascading over my body and the soft wash cloth rubbing against my skin brought on more than just a tingling sensation. I found myself remembering the morning talk show and the couples who were the guests. I also thought of the things that Don sometimes whispered in my ear as we made love. If it weren't for the fact that we were expected at the party right after Don got home from work, I would have attacked him as soon as he came in the door and pulled him down on the living room sofa. I even thought of masturbating. I shut off the flow of water and stepped out of the shower. I could feel the sexual tension in my naked body as I toweled myself dry. I promised myself, "Tonight, Don is going to screw me or else!"
I used the blow dryer to dry my blonde hair as I brushed it out. Perhaps the advertisements were right; "Blondes really do have more fun." When my hair was presentable, I gave it a couple of sprays to hold it in place. Since I was in the house alone, I walked through the bedroom completely nude. I loved being nude. It was one of the freedoms that you lost when you had children. I opened my lingerie drawer and selected the undies that I would wear tonight. The sexual tension that I felt must have played a role in the selection of a black satin low cut push up brassiere, black satin thong panties, a lace trimmed black satin garter belt and a pair of black silk stockings. I had bought these from Victoria Secret to keep the spark in our love life. Tonight, after returned home, I wanted Don to know exactly what I wanted before he went to sleep. Letting him see me taking off my expensive front-buttoned red mini dress, with me in my sexy undies, never failed to arouse his manhood.
I was just finishing putting on my make up when Don arrived. I told him to hurry and take his shower, and not to forget to shave. I told him, "I do not want to dance cheek-to-cheek to a cactus patch." He grinned as he went to the bathroom. I laid out his clothes while he showered. Forty minutes later, we were in the Camry and on our way to Bob and Susan's party.
Bob, who had bought the computer firm only about six months before, used the parties as a business tax write-off. He invited his computer service company staff, clients and potential clients to his palatial home about once a month. Bob opened the door and invited us in when we rang the doorbell. He is a very handsome man over six feet tall, had black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in casual, but expensive, clothing. Bob told Don that I looked pretty tonight as he kissed my cheek. I thanked him and smiled up at him. Susan greeted us as she passed by in the living room. She was a natural redhead. I knew that because I had seen her changing clothes one day when they had thrown a pool party. She did admit that her fantastic boobs had been surgically augmented. She sported a body that was 36D-22-36. With her flashing green eyes and flowing red hair, she was always the life of the pa
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Cindy Gets Black Maled By Carol Collins
I had finally gotten the kids to bed and was luxuriating in the warm sudsy bath water. It had been a hectic day helping Susan get everything ready for the party that Bob, her husband and Don's boss, had scheduled for tomorrow night. Some of the food was to be prepared there. Some would be bought. Their extremely house was always clean and presentable, no big trick when you had no children to mess things up. Tomorrow, being Friday, was a school day for my children, and, when they got home, they would be sent over to Miss Kieleena's house down the block for the night.
I finished my bath by shaving my underarms, legs and pubic mound. Don loved my smooth hairless mound and liked to go down on me when I was freshly shaven. I ran my fingers up and down my smooth legs and vagina lips to make sure that I had not missed a spot. The sensuousness of running my wet hands over my shapely legs and smooth pussy was turning me on. I made myself quit. After all, that's what a husband is for. I rinsed off and let the water out of the tub and began patting my body dry with the large fluffy bath towel. I glanced into the large mirror and stopped to stare for a moment.
I looked closely at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I guess I looked pretty good for a girl that had already turned thirty. My face was cute and was still young looking. I had big blue eyes that people said were beautiful and expressive and a big bright smile. I had colored my hair blonde recently and really liked the new me. Don liked it, too. He said that it wasn't just the looks that had changed. It was my attitude. I felt the difference, also. I had always been so shy around other people, but now, with blonde hair, I felt different. And right now, I felt horny! I peeped through the door and saw Don getting ready for bed. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He was still in very good shape for a man in his middle thirties. His naturally blonde hair and green eyes had been the first things that had attracted me to him. He lowered his pants and I hurriedly finished drying off. I brushed my blonde hair and was pleased by the appearance of the new me. "Don, husband ne," I whispered to myself, "get ready to get laid."
I slipped my pink silk baby doll nighty over my head. I thought about leaving the panties off, but decided that Don really enjoyed removing them before we made love. I stepped into the semi transparent pink silk panties, slid them up over my smooth legs and pulled them tight against my pubic mound and bottom. Men liked to think that they are the only ones who get horny and that women never instigate sex, but women start things off by sending signals that we are available. Sometimes, the men are just too dense to read our messages. Thankfully, Don has been a good husband who is attentive.
I opened the bathroom door and struck a pose like I had seen in the men's nudie magazines. Don looked over at me, smiled and whistled softly. We had been married all these years and he still appreciated the efforts I made to keep myself in shape. At five foot five inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds, I had managed to avoid the middle age spread that plagued some women when they were in their early thirties and had children. My measurements are a respectable 34 B-25-38. I was proud of my body and enjoyed showing it off to my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. Don was proud of me, too. The only problem was, he wanted to show me off to the entire world. I liked the idea that other men seemed to think that I was attractive, and they did show it in their caveman sort of ways, but, as I had told Don, I was a one man woman.
I slowly walked, swaying my hips as I went, around to Don's side of our king-sized bed and moved in close to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me with those green eyes of his and smiled. His arms went around my waist and pulled me against him as I placed my arms around his neck. He pulled me down onto his lap and his lips sought mine. My lips parted and his tongue came into my mouth as our kiss continued for several minutes. It was one of those slow passion-building kisses that I read about in my romance novels. One of Don's hands was cupping one of my breasts as his other hand ran lightly up and down my silky smooth thigh. My nipples became erect and Don rewarded one with a tweak. I had breast fed my babies and now had large sensitive over-sized nipples that Don loves to suck on during foreplay. I must admit that I enjoyed it, too.
Don gently lifted me off his lap and lay me down on the bed. I lay there, looking up at him as he flipped the hem of my nighty up over my tits, leaned over and took my left nipple in his mouth. I do so love having my nipples sucked on! I caressed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked my expanding nipple until it was swollen as far as it would go. Then, he shifted to my right nipple and worked his magic on it for the next several minutes. My entire body tingled from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair because of his attention to my swollen nipples. Don spent the next several minutes switching from one nipple to the other. One of his hands had moved down my relatively flat tummy to massage my pink panties into my hairless moistening mound. I was practically panting for breath when his lips began its journey from my throbbing nipples to my tingling vagina.
Don kissed my tummy on his way to the pink silk panties that covered my eager love mound. He kissed across the front of my panties until he was kissing my pussy through the thin silk material. When his fingers grasped the waistband of my panties, I raised my hips so that he could remove them easily. Don immediately brought his lips back to my moistened mound and licked up the length of my vagina slit. He knew that this always drove me wild. This time was no exception. I gritted my teeth and locked my fingers behind the back of his head and pulled him into me. His lips locked onto my clitoris and began applying suction. As the tension within my body built, I waited with bated breath for the final stroke. When his tongue began licking my clit as he applied suction, my body arched upwards and I came for him in only a few short minutes. His tongue continued to strum my erect clit as the waves of ecstasy continued to flow through my body.
When I realized that Don had removed his mouth from my wet vagina, I opened my eyes and saw that he had stood up beside the bed and was slowly stroking his hard cock with his right hand. It only took me a few seconds to sit up and take his beautiful cock in my hands as I took over for him. I loved the sense of power that a woman has as she takes charge of a man's penis. They are always pretending that they are big and strong, but when a woman gets hold of his penis, she can have him do almost anything just to get her to make him cum. I looked up into Don's green eyes and grinned before I leaned forward and licked the underside of his larger than average cock. I get a thrill out of watching Don's facial expressions as I suck his cock until he cums down my throat. I hear that I may be in the minority that actually doesn't mind swallowing her husband's semen.
I wrap my lips around Don's love muscle and begin to bob my head up and down. I roll my eyes upward to see the expression of lust that has taken over his face. Part of me wants to suck his dick until he shoots his sperm into my mouth so that I can let him watch as I swallow every precious drop. Another part of me wants him to push me back onto the bed and climb on top of me and fuck me within an inch of my life. Another part of me wants to push him back onto the bed so that I can ride his stiff penis and rub my clitty against his pubic bone until I have several orgasms. Don settled the question of what to do next when he gently pushed me onto my back and moved between my parted thighs.
Don guided his engorged penis toward my wet vagina. I felt the familiar responses as the nice sized cock slipped into my lower belly. It always felt so good to have my husband entering me this way. When he was all the way in, he began grinding his pubic bone against my erect clitoris. Over the years, he had found that this excited me very much. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued to grind away at my swollen clit. A few more minutes of this and I would have another climax. The waves began washing through me, building higher and higher until they crested in another orgasm. Afterwards, Don is still stroking his cock in and out of my pussy in earnest. Ten minutes later, I came again as I felt his penis erupting inside of my vagina. I tightened my legs around his waist as I experienced yet another orgasm.
I lay with my arms and legs wrapped around my husband's muscular body for several minutes before he rolled off. I felt his deflating penis slip from my vagina as he did so. I turned and we cuddled for a few minutes before we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
The alarm awoke me early the next morning. I sleepily climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I peed, washed my hands and face, then brushed the tangles from my blonde hair. I made the rounds, waking up everyone that had to get up first, before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Next, it was time to wake the rest of the family. An hour later, Don had left for work and the kids had gone to school. For the next seven hours, I would have the house to myself. I turned on the morning talk shows as I propped my feet up to enjoy a cup of coffee. The theme for today's show was cheating wives and the men who love them. Married couples actually came on national television and bragged about how many men the wives had sex with. The husbands said that they wanted their wives to come home to them after having sex with one or more men!
The show started me to thinking about the times, while in the throws of sexual excitement, Don had whispered in my ear about me having sex with other men. He told me of his fantasies of me letting different men make love to me. He mentioned Vic, the hunky guy that he works with as a possible lover. He had mentioned the electric meter reader man, who was black. He had even whispered in my ear about the fantasy of letting Reggie Grant, the star athlete from way back in high school, who used to try to get me to go out with him, make love to me. I haven't seen Reggie in many years, but Don continues to whisper stories about him when we make love. I must admit that the stories do excite me. I would never admit it to my husband, but he must be aware that I usually have more orgasms when he whispers these stories to me.
I noticed that my vagina was beginning to get that itchy feeling that it got when I was getting sexually aroused. I drained my coffee cup, went to the kitchen and washed the dishes before I had to go back to bed and waste the day masturbating. There was a party scheduled for tonight and I had things to do to get ready. ********************************************** The children had just left for the baby sitter's house. It is now five o'clock. The party starts at seven. Don would be home from work in about an hour. I had just enough time for a shower, putting on my make-up and slipping into some party clothes before Don arrived. Then, he could shower and get dressed so we could leave for his boss's party.
The warm water cascading over my body and the soft wash cloth rubbing against my skin brought on more than just a tingling sensation. I found myself remembering the morning talk show and the couples who were the guests. I also thought of the things that Don sometimes whispered in my ear as we made love. If it weren't for the fact that we were expected at the party right after Don got home from work, I would have attacked him as soon as he came in the door and pulled him down on the living room sofa. I even thought of masturbating. I shut off the flow of water and stepped out of the shower. I could feel the sexual tension in my naked body as I toweled myself dry. I promised myself, "Tonight, Don is going to screw me or else!"
I used the blow dryer to dry my blonde hair as I brushed it out. Perhaps the advertisements were right; "Blondes really do have more fun." When my hair was presentable, I gave it a couple of sprays to hold it in place. Since I was in the house alone, I walked through the bedroom completely nude. I loved being nude. It was one of the freedoms that you lost when you had children. I opened my lingerie drawer and selected the undies that I would wear tonight. The sexual tension that I felt must have played a role in the selection of a black satin low cut push up brassiere, black satin thong panties, a lace trimmed black satin garter belt and a pair of black silk stockings. I had bought these from Victoria Secret to keep the spark in our love life. Tonight, after returned home, I wanted Don to know exactly what I wanted before he went to sleep. Letting him see me taking off my expensive front-buttoned red mini dress, with me in my sexy undies, never failed to arouse his manhood.
I was just finishing putting on my make up when Don arrived. I told him to hurry and take his shower, and not to forget to shave. I told him, "I do not want to dance cheek-to-cheek to a cactus patch." He grinned as he went to the bathroom. I laid out his clothes while he showered. Forty minutes later, we were in the Camry and on our way to Bob and Susan's party.
Bob, who had bought the computer firm only about six months before, used the parties as a business tax write-off. He invited his computer service company staff, clients and potential clients to his palatial home about once a month. Bob opened the door and invited us in when we rang the doorbell. He is a very handsome man over six feet tall, had black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in casual, but expensive, clothing. Bob told Don that I looked pretty tonight as he kissed my cheek. I thanked him and smiled up at him. Susan greeted us as she passed by in the living room. She was a natural redhead. I knew that because I had seen her changing clothes one day when they had thrown a pool party. She did admit that her fantastic boobs had been surgically augmented. She sported a body that was 36D-22-36. With her flashing green eyes and flowing red hair, she was always the life of the pa
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