12 December Part 2 - actual
On the outside my tall statuesque 37 year old bride, mother of two, ex gym teacher, churchgoer, pillar of the local community and PTA, looked radiant. Made up, her hair immaculate, eyebrows and pussy trimmed, a light glow of blusher, some lipstick, she looked ready to rock. On top she wore a blue short-sleeved V backed tank top, with a short flared little black strippy club dress. Topped off with a yellow gold bracelet on her left wrist, her wedding and engagement rings on her fingers, natural sheer stockings and tidy mid heeled numbers with ankle straps on her feet, she looked totally hot. All the more so as I knew that underneath she sported black bra, pants and suspender belt that I had only given her a month ago from her favourite shop on Regent Street.
But on the inside she was panicking. ‘Oh God…I don’t think I can do this. I feel soon nervous.’ I hugged her..’You’ll be fine. You look great, you’ll have an amazing experience.’ ‘Rob, do you realise what we are doing..this is actually about to happen NOW!’ I was totally overexcited. Rachel said she felt sick. I poured her a glass of wine and she downed it. She felt better. At a time like this a little alcohol is essential. I had more experience than she did. It was in almost every sense her first real stray.
Leading upto this we had had endless chat about what it would be like. The how, where, when debate. Most times this resulted in me fucking Rachel hard from behind as I sketched in words what would likely come to pass when we let a second cock into our home and her intimacy. Rachel was a wonderful lover and as filthy as hell. She swiftly understood what internet porn could do to spice up our lives and since day one I have encouraged her to let herself go. She loves to share her body and emotions in cyberspace. Now we were about to cross a line.
‘God I’m wet’ she said as the buzzer rang. I couldn’t have scripted it better. Rach stayed in the lounge as I went out to the door. My heart in my mouth I was somewhat surprised when I opened the door to what looked like an insurance rep. Immaculately turned out in a suit, holding a briefcase, the guy put out his hand and said, ‘Hi Rob, I’m Dan.’ He sounded american. He looked fit. Handsome in a hard way, he might have looked intimidating if we had come to the door unexpectedly. Clean shaven, with short cropped black hair, I slipped him what was needed as I thanked him for coming. ‘Not a problem. I am been looking forward to meeting you both.’he said. He knew full well it was to be Rachel’s first time. Maybe I should have been more discrete at the Agency.
We had hummed and haahed as a couple about where the fun should take place in our home. In the end, after endless discussions and variations we decided on the big spare bedroom upstairs. Rachel had some reservations about being fucked on our marital bed. I had none. Get to know each other in the lounge, then migrate upstairs was what we had planned. Whilst she had been in the bath I had put candles around that bed upstairs. It felt like illuminating an altar on which a young woman was to be sacrificed. Rather, my twisted vision saw a satanic man-goat arse-fucking a vestal virgin. I was bad….
‘Hi you must be Rachel,’said Dan as he entered the lounge. Rach looked a bit glassy eyed and embraced him. They held each other. ‘I’m so nervous.’ she stumbled. He continued to hold her.’It’s ok, it’s going to be ok..’ he said in her ear. Rachel caught my eye behind his back and winked.
I gave Dan a drink and disappeared upstairs. Rachel had said that she wanted some space to get to know him, and frankly it felt intrusive. We were all adults. We knew what we were doing, what we desired, had yearned for for so long.
Upstairs the warm water cascaded on my back as I took a quick shower. I tried to concentrate on washing. My cock was stiffening, my mind racing as to what was going on downstairs. Ten minutes later I had dried off and got into my towelling robe. I could hear gentle music. But no talking. I walked downstairs quietly. This was am important moment for me, for any man. I was totally alert. I looked into the lounge. Rachel was lying fully clothed, with her back and head on the carpet, her body angled upwards over Dan’s seated body as he sort of lay on the sofa. He was tonguing her pussy, her legs around his shoulders. She had the index finger of her right hand in her mouth, biting on it. Her knickers pulled to one side, she was never a slow worker to get what she desired sexually. He was giving her a serious oral workout…
I watched for a few seconds. Good. I wanted to give them more time so went back upstairs to check the candles that I had failed to do before descending. Music is always a huge aphrodisiac for us and one of the medleys we love to fuck to was ready to go on the system upstairs. Rooted in some club experiences when we were younger, I often called Rachel ‘my club slut’. We had often got off at the thought of her going native in the VIP area. I switched on the player loud enough to be comfortable. Mia Martina, Usher, Kool and the Gang, Britney, Black Eyed Peas, a medley that ran for 2 hours plus. We were going to have the time of our lives and I wanted it perfect for her.
‘Come on k**s, let’s get N-A-K-E-D’ I said as I put my head back around their door. Daniel looked up and smiled.’This is one sexy woman…’ He grinned, his chin glistening, my wife’s excitement lubricating his face. Each looked glazed, her eyes barely open.
Dan followed Rachel upstairs towards familiar music and flickering light. I looked after them He really was in magnificent shape. He held her hand as she showed him into the room. Mia Martina was singing that she was ‘Burning, burning, burning, burning…’ She was not the only one.
I should perhaps take a minute to describe Dan. He lost his clothes to his briefs and socks. Mid brown rather than ebony, he was tall, maybe 6.1 or 6.2, with a well sculpted upper body. He exuded power. In talking to Rachel since she has told me that she was from the first moment completely captivated by his smell, extremely male, a sort of clean sweat. He was powerful and calm, authoritative but not conventionally good looking. As I have said he could look a little bit threatening in certain aspects. He tented in his pants. Both Rachel and I looked at him intently. She longed to see his weapon. For a husband reviewing the cock that momentarily will enter his wife, such times are not without some anxiety.
As I looked on Rachel fully disrobed to her underwear. She knelt in front of him and peeled down his grey briefs. Fully stiff, and seemingly darker in colour than the rest of his body, his manhood heavily lolled forward, 10 or 11 inches it seemed to me from root to tip. Thick as her wrist he looked. We gasped but for different reasons. Handily endowed he was meaningfully larger than I am. Rachel nuzzled his cock and as she opened her mouth and took him I took the first photograph of the afternoon. She inhaled his muskiness. His buttocks visibly tensed as she guzzled on his cock. I remember thinking about the perfect O ring her mouth made as he filled her. I wondered about the extent her wonderful pussy would be resized. But this was a bargain we both had made and a price I was only too happy to pay.
I walked over to them. Rachel looked up at me, his organ on her lips. ‘Thank you darling’. I bent down and kissed her head. ‘I love you, my little club slut.’ I said. I put both my hands either side of her head and held her as I bobbed her back and forth along his stiff tool. She murmured but it was incomprehensible. We were both thinking of the time 18 months before when I had done a similar manoeuvre on sand dunes in France as I had offered my wife to a stranger after a boozy picnic, our very first sexual experience of this sort. She had come a long way.
Dan took a deep breath and his cock super stiffened. ‘So good’
He skipped off into the shower Rachel with him. I went down to the kitchen to get a tray of glasses and some wine and water.
Some minutes later I went back. The shower had been short. Both Rachel and Daniel were lying intertwined on the bed kissing deeply. I was surprised by this…we had had several discussions the week previously about sexual health, germ exchange and general hygiene. Condoms, definitely, the bedside cabinet drawer was full of them, as were Rachel’s trio of most favourite toys, lube and my gift for the proceedings, which she didn’t know about, a little blue ball gag. She had orgasmed deeply the week before to a video of a gagged girl being slutfucked by black guys that one of her internet pals had sent her. I could see from the kissing that whatever we had agreed was clearly subject to the mood of the moment, as, in truth I had always expected it to be. I hoped that the earnest assurances of the Agency could be relied upon. Reckless but unavoidable at this stage…
And the stages moved swiftly on….
But on the inside she was panicking. ‘Oh God…I don’t think I can do this. I feel soon nervous.’ I hugged her..’You’ll be fine. You look great, you’ll have an amazing experience.’ ‘Rob, do you realise what we are doing..this is actually about to happen NOW!’ I was totally overexcited. Rachel said she felt sick. I poured her a glass of wine and she downed it. She felt better. At a time like this a little alcohol is essential. I had more experience than she did. It was in almost every sense her first real stray.
Leading upto this we had had endless chat about what it would be like. The how, where, when debate. Most times this resulted in me fucking Rachel hard from behind as I sketched in words what would likely come to pass when we let a second cock into our home and her intimacy. Rachel was a wonderful lover and as filthy as hell. She swiftly understood what internet porn could do to spice up our lives and since day one I have encouraged her to let herself go. She loves to share her body and emotions in cyberspace. Now we were about to cross a line.
‘God I’m wet’ she said as the buzzer rang. I couldn’t have scripted it better. Rach stayed in the lounge as I went out to the door. My heart in my mouth I was somewhat surprised when I opened the door to what looked like an insurance rep. Immaculately turned out in a suit, holding a briefcase, the guy put out his hand and said, ‘Hi Rob, I’m Dan.’ He sounded american. He looked fit. Handsome in a hard way, he might have looked intimidating if we had come to the door unexpectedly. Clean shaven, with short cropped black hair, I slipped him what was needed as I thanked him for coming. ‘Not a problem. I am been looking forward to meeting you both.’he said. He knew full well it was to be Rachel’s first time. Maybe I should have been more discrete at the Agency.
We had hummed and haahed as a couple about where the fun should take place in our home. In the end, after endless discussions and variations we decided on the big spare bedroom upstairs. Rachel had some reservations about being fucked on our marital bed. I had none. Get to know each other in the lounge, then migrate upstairs was what we had planned. Whilst she had been in the bath I had put candles around that bed upstairs. It felt like illuminating an altar on which a young woman was to be sacrificed. Rather, my twisted vision saw a satanic man-goat arse-fucking a vestal virgin. I was bad….
‘Hi you must be Rachel,’said Dan as he entered the lounge. Rach looked a bit glassy eyed and embraced him. They held each other. ‘I’m so nervous.’ she stumbled. He continued to hold her.’It’s ok, it’s going to be ok..’ he said in her ear. Rachel caught my eye behind his back and winked.
I gave Dan a drink and disappeared upstairs. Rachel had said that she wanted some space to get to know him, and frankly it felt intrusive. We were all adults. We knew what we were doing, what we desired, had yearned for for so long.
Upstairs the warm water cascaded on my back as I took a quick shower. I tried to concentrate on washing. My cock was stiffening, my mind racing as to what was going on downstairs. Ten minutes later I had dried off and got into my towelling robe. I could hear gentle music. But no talking. I walked downstairs quietly. This was am important moment for me, for any man. I was totally alert. I looked into the lounge. Rachel was lying fully clothed, with her back and head on the carpet, her body angled upwards over Dan’s seated body as he sort of lay on the sofa. He was tonguing her pussy, her legs around his shoulders. She had the index finger of her right hand in her mouth, biting on it. Her knickers pulled to one side, she was never a slow worker to get what she desired sexually. He was giving her a serious oral workout…
I watched for a few seconds. Good. I wanted to give them more time so went back upstairs to check the candles that I had failed to do before descending. Music is always a huge aphrodisiac for us and one of the medleys we love to fuck to was ready to go on the system upstairs. Rooted in some club experiences when we were younger, I often called Rachel ‘my club slut’. We had often got off at the thought of her going native in the VIP area. I switched on the player loud enough to be comfortable. Mia Martina, Usher, Kool and the Gang, Britney, Black Eyed Peas, a medley that ran for 2 hours plus. We were going to have the time of our lives and I wanted it perfect for her.
‘Come on k**s, let’s get N-A-K-E-D’ I said as I put my head back around their door. Daniel looked up and smiled.’This is one sexy woman…’ He grinned, his chin glistening, my wife’s excitement lubricating his face. Each looked glazed, her eyes barely open.
Dan followed Rachel upstairs towards familiar music and flickering light. I looked after them He really was in magnificent shape. He held her hand as she showed him into the room. Mia Martina was singing that she was ‘Burning, burning, burning, burning…’ She was not the only one.
I should perhaps take a minute to describe Dan. He lost his clothes to his briefs and socks. Mid brown rather than ebony, he was tall, maybe 6.1 or 6.2, with a well sculpted upper body. He exuded power. In talking to Rachel since she has told me that she was from the first moment completely captivated by his smell, extremely male, a sort of clean sweat. He was powerful and calm, authoritative but not conventionally good looking. As I have said he could look a little bit threatening in certain aspects. He tented in his pants. Both Rachel and I looked at him intently. She longed to see his weapon. For a husband reviewing the cock that momentarily will enter his wife, such times are not without some anxiety.
As I looked on Rachel fully disrobed to her underwear. She knelt in front of him and peeled down his grey briefs. Fully stiff, and seemingly darker in colour than the rest of his body, his manhood heavily lolled forward, 10 or 11 inches it seemed to me from root to tip. Thick as her wrist he looked. We gasped but for different reasons. Handily endowed he was meaningfully larger than I am. Rachel nuzzled his cock and as she opened her mouth and took him I took the first photograph of the afternoon. She inhaled his muskiness. His buttocks visibly tensed as she guzzled on his cock. I remember thinking about the perfect O ring her mouth made as he filled her. I wondered about the extent her wonderful pussy would be resized. But this was a bargain we both had made and a price I was only too happy to pay.
I walked over to them. Rachel looked up at me, his organ on her lips. ‘Thank you darling’. I bent down and kissed her head. ‘I love you, my little club slut.’ I said. I put both my hands either side of her head and held her as I bobbed her back and forth along his stiff tool. She murmured but it was incomprehensible. We were both thinking of the time 18 months before when I had done a similar manoeuvre on sand dunes in France as I had offered my wife to a stranger after a boozy picnic, our very first sexual experience of this sort. She had come a long way.
Dan took a deep breath and his cock super stiffened. ‘So good’
He skipped off into the shower Rachel with him. I went down to the kitchen to get a tray of glasses and some wine and water.
Some minutes later I went back. The shower had been short. Both Rachel and Daniel were lying intertwined on the bed kissing deeply. I was surprised by this…we had had several discussions the week previously about sexual health, germ exchange and general hygiene. Condoms, definitely, the bedside cabinet drawer was full of them, as were Rachel’s trio of most favourite toys, lube and my gift for the proceedings, which she didn’t know about, a little blue ball gag. She had orgasmed deeply the week before to a video of a gagged girl being slutfucked by black guys that one of her internet pals had sent her. I could see from the kissing that whatever we had agreed was clearly subject to the mood of the moment, as, in truth I had always expected it to be. I hoped that the earnest assurances of the Agency could be relied upon. Reckless but unavoidable at this stage…
And the stages moved swiftly on….
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