Done. My wife has been 'blacked'. She preferred me to write all details about the event. She did not want any photography or cam.
We checked in the same hotel, contiguous rooms. He arrived one day earlier for business and next day we met in the early afternoon in the lobby for a *******. It was a relief to see the guy looked even in better shape than in Skype, really tall and fit. My wife was still very nervous. Then 15 min after discussing some details for our encounter, his girlfriend showed up, a bubbly but smart blond like 20 yrs his junior, Giselle felt more relaxed and confident. He would take his girlfriend for shopping and return alone in one hour.
He had showered and changed to other street clothes before knocking at our door. We had discussed that he wouldn't like me to step in and that I should keep quiet, no filming, no photo shooting, for as long as he was with my wife. Seeing that Gis had now a better impression about the guy, I also asked if she would feel better with me waiting somewhere else, but she still insisted to have me at reach. After opening the door, he looked at me and asked if we were ready, meaning probably it was time for me to withdraw to a corner near inside the walk-in wardrobe.
Gis was in her dressing gown and wore lingerie underneath. We arranged he would seduce her and do it all slowly. He was good at that. After removing his stylish shoes, he approached her and charmingly kissed her hand, then took both hands between his and finally put them on his chest while placing his own hand on her waist. He started grabbing her neck and in seconds he was kissing her passionately. Immediately, I noticed I had my hand covering my mouth, my heart almost stopped and my brain was about to burst - if it was only my brain. Gis and I had agreed I would wear a cock cage to avoid involuntary ejaculations I am prone to and she would keep the key with her necklace. I felt like having run up the hill and realizing after all the effort there was nowhere else to go and no way back. And that was not because of my restrained erection. I thought my marriage was at stake and I should step up and tell the guy this was all a mistake. But after all the preparations, did I have the right to decide for both of us at the last moment?
Giselle did not hesitate and seemed to have given her body and soul to that man. My logic was failing. He soon freed her from her gown and removed his polo shirt. She regained some dignity at one point standing idle for a while, but he took over and was embracing and kissing her as if she were his own wife. Eventually, I saw her hands wandering across his back, exploring his muscles. My penis and testicles ached terribly in the cage. I had only 2 nights experience with it. He was grabbing her ass and pressing her hips against his body. He then touched her breasts, carefully sliding his hands over the satin and testing the hardness of her nipples underneath. Meanwhile, he let his trousers fall. At that point, I didn't want to look anymore and was concerned about my cage. I noticed the action stopped and when I lifted my head, she was standing and looking to the side at me. Gis probably doubted what to do, waited for a sign, or was worried about me. He did not turn around. I ****** a smile and nodded to Gis. She went on her knees, he shoved out his cock and from my angle I could only see her head moving back and forth, and hear her slurping and his moaning. Soon they both were moaning. She seemed to enjoy his cock. I told to myself, I found my next birthday, or better anniversary present for Gis.
I was concerned I could be ******* and silently stood up from my chair and removed my trousers. The exercise gave me more relief, but also made more room for expansion in the cock cage. I don't know when they landed on the bed. He was exploring her thighs and playing with his mouth on her thongs. Soon he took her legs up and removed her thongs to please her orally. She moaned, made the familiar sounds and her body was shaking. Then, her spasms went out of control and her movements became very electric, if you know what I mean. He was evidently eating her pussy in a way I never did before. With one hand under each buttock, he lift her ass as if he were drinking from two bowls simultaneously. She must have taken her bra before because I saw her playing with her boobs and he joined her at that as soon as he let her down. Her body looked like throbbing at the rhythm of her heart. They were exchanging compliments. And suddenly I heard her telling him impatiently: Fuck meee! That was the moment I knew he had conquered her completely.
It was so far a master class not in sex, but in making love. Silly words making sense. She wasn't seduced by the BBC she had only just sucked, she asked for that black cock, because she gave her soul to it. I heard the scream of pleasure she utters when she cums with me, only now it was just the beginning. He wasn't inside her yet. He was rubbing and slapping her pussy with his cock. She went suddenly silent after a deep scream when he penetrated her, only to resume her moaning seconds later while embracing him with arms and legs. He owned her and went on tongue-kissing her. Her feet still dressed in tights rubbed his ass and pushed his hips rhythmically. It was beautiful to see her in action, although I felt in physical and spiritual agony. A mix of pride for my girl and resentment at the same time. My penis was dripping profusely.
Legs up, deep fucked, played with, feet on his chest, like one hour into that and they were still fucking. Every time he pulled out and had the chance to see his cock, it was smeared in so much white cream as I never seen before on my own dick. Then it started getting noisier. He fucked her from behind with her raised bottom so hard that both were hopping on the bed like on a trampoline. We fucked hard and wild several times, but never seen this display of energy. This guy has powerful hips for his age. At one point, they whispered something to each other and then he started playing with her asshole. At intervals, I was looking away trying to avert problems with my caged cock. She expressed some pains, but he was soothing and assuring her. After minutes, he was riding her stately. They did it in many positions, until she was facing me while riding his cock, rubbing her pussy and breasts. She didn't look at me. She didn't seem to think about me for a second. He removed his condom, had his cock viciously sucked, put on another condom, and went into her pussy once again.
They were sweating, her wet ass and his wet back reflecting the room light. She went on to riding his cock and kissing his pectorals, and when she started kissing his lips again, he lifted his knees and began speeding up his thrusts, slapping his balls against Giselle's pale ass. She arched her body back and forth and commenced to moan loudly and to scream like in a cheap porn movie: Yes, yes, yes. I felt diminished, knowing she would from now on measure my skills in bed against his. Her moaning was intense and it was obvious that she was getting more and more intense orgasms, one after another. He was also moaning loudly, rather growling. And then both stopped almost at the same time. She fell on her side and when he made the attempt to kiss her, she covered her face with both hands and started crying as loud as she had screamed her orgasms before.
I thought it was a complete disaster and she was having a breakdown. She uncoupled his cock and called me. I rushed to her, she embraced me and said twice she loved me. We kissed and it was strange to me to taste the flavors of her mouth. She put her head on my shoulder and kept crying like a little girl. It probably was too much for her, I thought. I had never seen her in such a mood. She was altogether a different woman, more like a teenager. Very fragile. I never knew that Giselle. Her 'bull' said something like he would leave now, but she quickly made a hand gesture asking him to stay. I was surprized by that reaction. We had agreed that I would join her when he had finished. We assumed he would leave, because he said he didn't like the cuck part of the party. He instead stayed now at her request. She took the key from her necklace and unlocked my cage. My dick went stiff rapidly, but went flaccid after a second. Our plan was to make love at this moment. But we cuddled instead and all of us fell asleep.
Next morning, I must have slept more than usual. I heard someone was taking a shower and other little noises. When I raise my head, I saw our black guy reclined at the bed edge and Giselle's head between his legs. She paused to stroke his big hard cock, smiling to him, and she saw my bewildered face. She only said: 'Morning, babe'. Our black man glanced back and said he had to check on his girlfriend before going to a business meeting. He dressed quickly and left for his room. Giselle crawled playfully over the bed and laid herself to my side embracing me. We cuddled, spooned, and had sex. It felt as if it wasn't real sex, but as if she was doing it for me. She later said she doesn't find any difference. Then we slept until noon.
Later, I asked her later why she cried after her orgasms. She said it was because she felt the void I left at that moment and that she needed me. I've seen a sparkle in her eyes and it looks like this was not a catastrophe in any way. She is a more jovial and outgoing person, like when we met 5 yrs ago. She admits he was a proficient lover and she thanks me for making it possible for her to enjoy those pleasures with him. But she stresses that it is because I am part of her life that she was able to open up to this lifestyle.
That day, we went out and she wanted to buy new lingerie. We also met with him a second time before he left. This time no nerves, all steamy passion. And she took initiative too. It was like a battle of the sexes on that bed. Moaning, screaming, laughing. No tears this time and I joined as planned after he left. She stroke me and asked me to penetrate her as agreed. I did. It felt hot and swollen, but still well stretched and smelling from the latex and lubrication of his condoms. Her moaning was different as with him. It was accompanied of expressions of love forever and things that we usually say. It was more romantic. Eventually, we both climaxed, or at I least.
Hope this time words are better than pictures.
We checked in the same hotel, contiguous rooms. He arrived one day earlier for business and next day we met in the early afternoon in the lobby for a *******. It was a relief to see the guy looked even in better shape than in Skype, really tall and fit. My wife was still very nervous. Then 15 min after discussing some details for our encounter, his girlfriend showed up, a bubbly but smart blond like 20 yrs his junior, Giselle felt more relaxed and confident. He would take his girlfriend for shopping and return alone in one hour.
He had showered and changed to other street clothes before knocking at our door. We had discussed that he wouldn't like me to step in and that I should keep quiet, no filming, no photo shooting, for as long as he was with my wife. Seeing that Gis had now a better impression about the guy, I also asked if she would feel better with me waiting somewhere else, but she still insisted to have me at reach. After opening the door, he looked at me and asked if we were ready, meaning probably it was time for me to withdraw to a corner near inside the walk-in wardrobe.
Gis was in her dressing gown and wore lingerie underneath. We arranged he would seduce her and do it all slowly. He was good at that. After removing his stylish shoes, he approached her and charmingly kissed her hand, then took both hands between his and finally put them on his chest while placing his own hand on her waist. He started grabbing her neck and in seconds he was kissing her passionately. Immediately, I noticed I had my hand covering my mouth, my heart almost stopped and my brain was about to burst - if it was only my brain. Gis and I had agreed I would wear a cock cage to avoid involuntary ejaculations I am prone to and she would keep the key with her necklace. I felt like having run up the hill and realizing after all the effort there was nowhere else to go and no way back. And that was not because of my restrained erection. I thought my marriage was at stake and I should step up and tell the guy this was all a mistake. But after all the preparations, did I have the right to decide for both of us at the last moment?
Giselle did not hesitate and seemed to have given her body and soul to that man. My logic was failing. He soon freed her from her gown and removed his polo shirt. She regained some dignity at one point standing idle for a while, but he took over and was embracing and kissing her as if she were his own wife. Eventually, I saw her hands wandering across his back, exploring his muscles. My penis and testicles ached terribly in the cage. I had only 2 nights experience with it. He was grabbing her ass and pressing her hips against his body. He then touched her breasts, carefully sliding his hands over the satin and testing the hardness of her nipples underneath. Meanwhile, he let his trousers fall. At that point, I didn't want to look anymore and was concerned about my cage. I noticed the action stopped and when I lifted my head, she was standing and looking to the side at me. Gis probably doubted what to do, waited for a sign, or was worried about me. He did not turn around. I ****** a smile and nodded to Gis. She went on her knees, he shoved out his cock and from my angle I could only see her head moving back and forth, and hear her slurping and his moaning. Soon they both were moaning. She seemed to enjoy his cock. I told to myself, I found my next birthday, or better anniversary present for Gis.
I was concerned I could be ******* and silently stood up from my chair and removed my trousers. The exercise gave me more relief, but also made more room for expansion in the cock cage. I don't know when they landed on the bed. He was exploring her thighs and playing with his mouth on her thongs. Soon he took her legs up and removed her thongs to please her orally. She moaned, made the familiar sounds and her body was shaking. Then, her spasms went out of control and her movements became very electric, if you know what I mean. He was evidently eating her pussy in a way I never did before. With one hand under each buttock, he lift her ass as if he were drinking from two bowls simultaneously. She must have taken her bra before because I saw her playing with her boobs and he joined her at that as soon as he let her down. Her body looked like throbbing at the rhythm of her heart. They were exchanging compliments. And suddenly I heard her telling him impatiently: Fuck meee! That was the moment I knew he had conquered her completely.
It was so far a master class not in sex, but in making love. Silly words making sense. She wasn't seduced by the BBC she had only just sucked, she asked for that black cock, because she gave her soul to it. I heard the scream of pleasure she utters when she cums with me, only now it was just the beginning. He wasn't inside her yet. He was rubbing and slapping her pussy with his cock. She went suddenly silent after a deep scream when he penetrated her, only to resume her moaning seconds later while embracing him with arms and legs. He owned her and went on tongue-kissing her. Her feet still dressed in tights rubbed his ass and pushed his hips rhythmically. It was beautiful to see her in action, although I felt in physical and spiritual agony. A mix of pride for my girl and resentment at the same time. My penis was dripping profusely.
Legs up, deep fucked, played with, feet on his chest, like one hour into that and they were still fucking. Every time he pulled out and had the chance to see his cock, it was smeared in so much white cream as I never seen before on my own dick. Then it started getting noisier. He fucked her from behind with her raised bottom so hard that both were hopping on the bed like on a trampoline. We fucked hard and wild several times, but never seen this display of energy. This guy has powerful hips for his age. At one point, they whispered something to each other and then he started playing with her asshole. At intervals, I was looking away trying to avert problems with my caged cock. She expressed some pains, but he was soothing and assuring her. After minutes, he was riding her stately. They did it in many positions, until she was facing me while riding his cock, rubbing her pussy and breasts. She didn't look at me. She didn't seem to think about me for a second. He removed his condom, had his cock viciously sucked, put on another condom, and went into her pussy once again.
They were sweating, her wet ass and his wet back reflecting the room light. She went on to riding his cock and kissing his pectorals, and when she started kissing his lips again, he lifted his knees and began speeding up his thrusts, slapping his balls against Giselle's pale ass. She arched her body back and forth and commenced to moan loudly and to scream like in a cheap porn movie: Yes, yes, yes. I felt diminished, knowing she would from now on measure my skills in bed against his. Her moaning was intense and it was obvious that she was getting more and more intense orgasms, one after another. He was also moaning loudly, rather growling. And then both stopped almost at the same time. She fell on her side and when he made the attempt to kiss her, she covered her face with both hands and started crying as loud as she had screamed her orgasms before.
I thought it was a complete disaster and she was having a breakdown. She uncoupled his cock and called me. I rushed to her, she embraced me and said twice she loved me. We kissed and it was strange to me to taste the flavors of her mouth. She put her head on my shoulder and kept crying like a little girl. It probably was too much for her, I thought. I had never seen her in such a mood. She was altogether a different woman, more like a teenager. Very fragile. I never knew that Giselle. Her 'bull' said something like he would leave now, but she quickly made a hand gesture asking him to stay. I was surprized by that reaction. We had agreed that I would join her when he had finished. We assumed he would leave, because he said he didn't like the cuck part of the party. He instead stayed now at her request. She took the key from her necklace and unlocked my cage. My dick went stiff rapidly, but went flaccid after a second. Our plan was to make love at this moment. But we cuddled instead and all of us fell asleep.
Next morning, I must have slept more than usual. I heard someone was taking a shower and other little noises. When I raise my head, I saw our black guy reclined at the bed edge and Giselle's head between his legs. She paused to stroke his big hard cock, smiling to him, and she saw my bewildered face. She only said: 'Morning, babe'. Our black man glanced back and said he had to check on his girlfriend before going to a business meeting. He dressed quickly and left for his room. Giselle crawled playfully over the bed and laid herself to my side embracing me. We cuddled, spooned, and had sex. It felt as if it wasn't real sex, but as if she was doing it for me. She later said she doesn't find any difference. Then we slept until noon.
Later, I asked her later why she cried after her orgasms. She said it was because she felt the void I left at that moment and that she needed me. I've seen a sparkle in her eyes and it looks like this was not a catastrophe in any way. She is a more jovial and outgoing person, like when we met 5 yrs ago. She admits he was a proficient lover and she thanks me for making it possible for her to enjoy those pleasures with him. But she stresses that it is because I am part of her life that she was able to open up to this lifestyle.
That day, we went out and she wanted to buy new lingerie. We also met with him a second time before he left. This time no nerves, all steamy passion. And she took initiative too. It was like a battle of the sexes on that bed. Moaning, screaming, laughing. No tears this time and I joined as planned after he left. She stroke me and asked me to penetrate her as agreed. I did. It felt hot and swollen, but still well stretched and smelling from the latex and lubrication of his condoms. Her moaning was different as with him. It was accompanied of expressions of love forever and things that we usually say. It was more romantic. Eventually, we both climaxed, or at I least.
Hope this time words are better than pictures.
