Shirley and I married in our home city in the north of England when we
were 19. We were childhood sweethearts, and neither of us had had previous
sexual partners. We had been through school together, and we married
before we moved to the south of England to start at the same University.
Shirley is a very beautiful woman, tall and slim with long curly
ash-blond hair, and gorgeous large, firm breasts. But in spite of her
great beauty, she is a shy and reserved girl.
Soon after we were married we started to buy soft porn magazines. One
in particular contained sexually explicit readers' letters. We would read
these letters together in bed and end up having great sex. Shirley's
favourite fantasy was to have sex with a complete stranger, and mine was to
watch her having sex with another man, so we both found letters from
husbands who had watched their wives with other men really exciting.
But although we often discussed it, we had no intention of ever trying
to turn our fantasies into reality. In the first place, we had no need to.
Our own sex life was more than sufficient. Also, we did not believe the
letters were real. People just didn't do that sort of thing. But all this
changed in June, on Shirley's 21st birthday.
At that time Shirley's mother, Evelyn, was staying in our flat
recovering from an operation. Shirley's father had to be abroad on
business for a few weeks. She was still feeling poorly, but on the
birthday night she insisted that Shirley and I go out. So we popped next
door to get a neighbor to sit with Evelyn.
We went on a pub-crawl in the villages around the small rural town where
we now live in the south of England. In each pub I bought Shirley her
favourite drink, a strong malt whisky. We went to three pubs, then decided
to drive back home and have a last few drinks in our local inn, then we
would walk home. But as we drove through an estate on the far side of town
we saw a brand new pub, and decided to try it out.
We were at the bar buying drinks, and a large black man stood next to us
talking to a group of men. I figured his age was about 45 to 60, and very
good looking with a deep attractive voice. He was very likeable. And he
was really large, well over six feet tall, and weighing well over 200 lbs.
... but with the build to carry it off.
He was moaning good-naturedly about the state of his sex life. His wife
had died nearly two years before, and he had not felt like sex since. Now
his much younger brother was visiting him with his wife and daughter, and
the presence of two attractive women was making him desperate for a good
shag.
Shirley and I sat down alone with our drinks. I think it was that the
man was constantly staring at Shirley (who was dressed in a sexy strapless
black mini-dress, and black lacy stay-up stockings), that set me off...
and the fact that I'd had too much to drink. Anyway, I told Shirley that
she should give the man what he wanted. I only said it as a joke, and
expected her to laugh. But when she said, "Do you mean it?" I became very
excited, and wanted to talk to her about whether she was serious, but I saw
that another couple was moving in our direction, and were going to sit down
next to us.
With a flash of inspiration I said, "Think about it for a few minutes.
I'll ask you if you want another drink. If you say no, we leave. If you
say yes, I'll talk to him." A few moments later, when I asked her if she
wanted another drink, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Do you
want me to?"
At that stage my thoughts were in turmoil. I felt momentary pangs of
jealousy. But I knew I wanted to see Shirley with the black man, and I
could not get the vision of his huge black bulk squashing my wife with just
her slim white arms and legs visible, out of my mind. I thought that, no
matter what I did it would come to nothing, so I walked over to him. How I
dragged myself across the floor I shall never know, as my legs had turned
to jelly, and I thought I had lost control of my bowels.
Luckily the man was by then standing alone. With my throat dry and a
croaky voice, I told him that we had overheard him at the bar, and my wife
had been wanting to try sex with a black man. I asked if he was
interested. He appeared stunned.
For a long time he just stood there muttering to himself, his glance
rapidly switching between Shirley and me. He took so long that I thought,
'Oh no! How embarrassing. He's going to refuse,' but at last he smiled
and said, "Yes, please."
Because of Shirley's mum, and his brother's family, we could not go to
his place or ours. I told him to wait five minutes after we left, then to
join us in the car park. Our car is an estate wagon, and the back seats go
down to make a large area. We had sleeping bags, pillows and blankets
there from when we picked up Evelyn. They could use that as their bed. I
told him that if he said nothing about this, and if he gave Shirley a good
seeing to, we could do it again. I even whispered some tips on how to
please her in bed, explaining how important foreplay was to her.
I expected Shirley to cry off when I told her the man had agreed; but
no, she seemed excited. The drink had obviously given her courage.
However in the car, when I told Shirley what was planned, she did object.
Even after 5 whiskies she would not have sex in the pub car park or
anywhere public where she could be discovered. So I had to come up with
plan B.
I worked some twenty miles away in a large office that is isolated,
standing in 150 acres of wooded grounds, and with a high security fence all
around it. As I had a key to the gate, we could drive to the site, which
would be empty. Just in case anyone checked the site I could park in a
clearing in the woods.
Shirley agreed to this plan, and when Jonsy (the fellow's name) arrived,
she joined him on the back seat. That surprised me as I had expected her
to be too embarrassed to do anything when he arrived. I finally realised
that we had passed the point of no return. Shirley had lost her
inhibitions. She was actually going to have sex with this stranger, and
there was now little I could do about it.
As we set off, the conversation in the car was mainly between Jonsy and
me. Gradually Shirley joined in, and before long they were talking to each
other. I watched my rear-view mirror and saw Jonsy take Shirley's hand.
Then a few minutes later he moved closer to her and put an arm around her
as they cuddled together. Just before we drove off the main road onto an
unlit country road, I saw them kiss. After that I could see nothing,
although the sounds told me things were developing nicely.
It took another 15 minutes to get to my work place, open the gate and
drive into the woods. A full moon had appeared, and when I looked back, I
saw that Shirley was wearing only her bra, briefs, stockings and shoes...
and Jonsy was down to his trousers. They were locked in an embrace, and to
my amazement, I saw that Shirley had her hand inside Jonsy's pants. I
urged them out of the car and asked them to help me turn the back of the
car into a bed, but they were too busy with each other. Shirley was
leaning against a tree, and Jonsy had his arms around her. They were
kissing whilst Shirley's hand worked overtime inside Jonsy's trousers.
As I turned the back of the car into a bed, Jonsy removed his own
trousers. Then he removed Shirley's bra, panties, stockings, and shoes.
He knelt on the ground in front of my wife. She opened her legs and thrust
her pelvis forward, allowing him to bury his head in her pussy. When she
started moaning, he inserted a finger into her cunt, and Shirley squealed.
Before long he was finger-frigging her.
With his fingers still in Shirley's cunt, Jonsy used his great strength
to lift her bodily into the car and onto the bed I had made. Then he lay
beside her. Still finger-fucking her, he sucked on Shirley's tits, and she
had a noisy orgasm. I decided then and there that we would definitely
repeat this experience.
After the orgasm, they adopted the 69 position with Shirley on top, and
I saw what had so interested her in Jonsy's trousers. In keeping with the
rest of him, his prick was enormous, about twice the size of mine. When
Shirley and I make
we sometimes need Vaseline before I can get my
modest (6 inch) tool inside her.
I thought, there's no way she can take that monster. She just stared at
his massive cock for a long time before going to work on it. She nibbled
it, sucked it (and his balls), wanked it and rubbed her face with it. She
also rubbed her breasts with it, and flicked its tip across her nipples.
She was clearly fascinated by it.
After what seemed an eternity, Shirley rolled onto her back and begged
Jonsy to mount her. Instead, he took her hand and guided it between her
legs. Then, taking one of her fingers, he showed her that he wanted her to
frig her clitoris. After some hesitation she started to do so, as Jonsy
inserted two fingers into her cunt.
Soon Shirley brought herself to another climax, at the same time drawing
her legs up until her knees were nearly touching her shoulders. I watched
as Jonsy's fingers made squelchy sounds in Shirley's cunt. Her
juices
were flowing. He seized that moment to swing himself into the missionary
position. Pushing down on Shirley's legs, he put his cock up against her
sopping cunt.
He pushed fully home with one brutal thrust. As he rammed home, Shirley
gave a loud scream. Then she lay open-mouthed, gasping loudly as if short
of breath. Once inside her, Jonsy knelt up. As he still had his cock in
her cunt, this action lifted Shirley's bum off the car floor. At the same
time I noticed that she wrapped her long legs tightly around his buttocks.
Jonsy asked my wife to play with her own breasts, and she did so, fondling
them, squeezing them and rubbing them with her hands and forearms as we
both watched.
After some time he fell forward onto Shirley, and began to hump her. I
realised that I was seeing the vision I'd had in the pub, of my wife being
squashed by this huge black body. All I could see of her was her arms and
legs wrapped around her black lover.
As he moved his cock in and out, Shirley pummelled his buttocks with her
clenched fists and moaned quietly. I was standing just outside the back of
the car watching them. It was the first time I had seen a man fuck a
woman, and I expected to see his ass jerking up and down. But instead it
looked as if he was rhythmically clenching his bum muscles.
I then noticed that most movement of his bum was circular as he moved it
in a sort of figure eight. He fucked Shirley gently for a long time before
he groaned loudly, and I knew he had dropped his load into my wife.
It was by then nearly 11 PM, and we had to get back for our neighbor.
But first I went for a walk in the woods. I wanted to check the car park
to make sure that the coast was clear. I also wanted to give the two
lovers a few minutes to themselves, to have a quick kiss and cuddle before
getting dressed.
Above all I needed some time to myself, as my own feelings were
confused... as well as excited. I walked all around the grounds. There
was no one there, so I returned. As I approached the car I could see it
rocking violently. Inside, Jonsy was fucking Shirley again... this time
with gusto. The first fuck had been gentle. This time I could see his
bottom move up and down vigorous. So much so that the car was bouncing
around.
Throughout that fuck, Shirley squealed and screamed. I thought that if
anyone was nearby they couldn't help hearing either the car springs or
Shirley's cries of ecstasy. She clawed at Jonsy's back, and he ended up
with large scratch marks all along it. His mouth was stuck to her left
breast like a limpet.
In thrashing around, Shirley managed to push his head away. As she did
so, she squealed in pain. He'd clamped her nipple between his teeth. Then
within seconds, his mouth was back on her other breast. When he had shot
his semen into my wife for a second time, I said that we had to be going.
But instead of getting dressed, Jonsy pulled a blanket over the two of
them, and said they would stay in the back as I drove.
As we approached Jonsy's home I saw a movement in the mirror, it was
Shirley's face and body coming into view as she straddled Jonsy. They were
fucking again. It did not bother Shirley that anyone outside might be able
to see her large, firm breasts jigging up and down, or being held by big
black hands, as she bounced on Jonsy.
So I parked in a lane behind Jonsy's house, turned around in the
driver's seat and watched until they had finished. At first I was worried
that Shirley's screams would bring someone to investigate, but every time
she started moaning, Jonsy moved a hand from her breasts to her mouth and
kept it there until she became quiet. He would then move the hand back to
her breasts. After he had shot a third load of spunk inside my wife, he
dressed and left, and we headed home.
The next day Shirley was tearful, and blamed me for what had happened.
But when I told her how much I had enjoyed it, she admitted it was a great
birthday present. She finally said she would like to repeat it, only next
time she wanted to be sober.
So, two weeks later, on the day that her dad took her mum back to the
north of England, she put on the same outfit, and we headed for the same
pub. Jonsy was there, and we took him back to our place. This time he
shagged my wife all night. For a man of fifty he has remarkable stamina.
Since then the three of us have become very close. By choice, Jonsy has
no phone in his home. So two or three times a month Shirley and I head for
his local pub and take him home. I either watch them fucking, or I join in
with them. Then the two of them go to bed for the night.
