This is following on from my previous post, my dilemma about my sexy wife and the possibility of should I allow her to take a BBC lover? Why do I want her to take him when she has never previously, even expressed any desire for this? This is not a fantasy.
As we drove home from the GB we spoke about the evening and agreed that all three guys were nice but that one stood out for us both. I asked Lou if she would be interested in meeting him again(secretly I wanted to see him fuck her again), but perhaps in more privacy, and she agreed. We have never done a 121 meet unless only one guy has showed when the others blobbed so this was a big step for us. As we spoke we agreed that it would be very horny to invite him back to ours and for them to use our bed….
She admitted to being very excited at the prospect and I knew she had cum loads and really enjoyed the hard fucking he provided her. I was in my own dilemma. My head was already spinning at the implications of what I was thinking and my stomach churned at the thought. Al & I were corresponding by text and Fab and I knew he was very hot for Lou, as she was for his cock, and I was to be a part of this-even though this had never, in our wildest dreams, entered either of our heads. She admitted to really enjoying being fucked fiercely by him and that she loved taking his Big Black Cock in the GB. We have always enjoyed group/GB sex but this was something different, this guy was 4 guys in 1, but I knew that if the next time went as well as before, we would want him back and that I was wanting my wife to take him as her BBC Lover. And this thought was growing. I even posted a thread and was kinda asking, should I or shouldn’t I?
Lou and I have been together for years, she is very correct in what and how she does things, quiet and measured, but the first time I bedded her I knew she was one extremely hot and horny woman who suppressed, and even denied, her true sexy self. We started swinging almost two years ago and have slowly developed a Master/Sub sexual relationship when swinging and with my encouragement, she has really opened her sexual horizons. Until now, almost everything we had done together, I have done in my previous life.
We had always spoken about how good it would be to have a reliable guy who would turn up for fun when he said he would, who we could rely upon to be involved in fun however we fancied it. But we both appreciated that this had more regular and personal implications…..
Lou said she would be happy to meet whenever Al & I chose to arrange it, so there is no time like the present, I thought! Saturday afternoon came and went and in the evening he confirmed that he could meet up with us and would come over. My throat was dry, my stomach churned over and over and my head span with excitement and desire. This was it, my prim and proper wife was going to have another guy in our bedroom, on our bed. And I said I did not want to be involved, only watch and photograph. She was his for the night and he was hers, she decided what she would or would not do. Master was allowing his Sub wife off the leash to do as she pleased.
I told Lou he was coming over and her although that it was so soon after Wednesday, her eyes shone and my wife went upstairs to shower and prepare herself, I helped her and at 9.45 she came downstairs dressed only in heels, black stockings and suspenders, with a bra and panty set. Her long red hair flowed over her shoulders and her new 34G bra barely contained her breasts. I could see a fine covering of pale orange hair through her knickers. The black of her clothing only accentuated the paleness of her very white skin.
We drank a Whisky and ice and spoke about what would happen and how this time, I would not take the lead. Ten o’clock came and went and by quarter past, I was getting nervous that we would have a no-show. I text him and waited. And waited.
Finally a reply, he had been having some issues and was setting off soon, so here by eleven I thought? The clock ticked, I poured another glass for my sexy wife and waited…. Eleven-fifteen… At last! A text, he was setting off. The time seemed to drag. I was fearful.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked Lou, “If you’re not we can always post-pone as it is late?”
I wanted to ensure that this was right for her as we ll as me as we don’t take ‘hits for the team’ and he was running two hours late, we had a busy Sunday planned.
“Yes, I am,” my wife smiled back. My stomach churned with excitement and I was almost shaking with trepidation and desire to see them together.
We chatted further and eventually, my phone vibrated. I am outside, it read, my heart fluttered and I swallowed hard.
“He is here.”