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Alana's First Time With A BBC
My name is Pete, I am five-foot-nine-inches tall, and weigh about one-ninety. I am pretty much the average guy, (well almost average). I am married to Alana, my beautiful hotwife.
Alana is five-foot-eight-inches tall, weighs one-hundred and thirty-five pounds. She has a gorgeous body with firm thirty-six-inch C-cup tits. Her ass is still tight, in fact, her ass is so muscular, her cheeks are concave. Coming from that perfect ass, are her long, sexy legs, and between them, before she becomes aroused, is her cute, tight little slit.
Alana is very conservative, her girlfriends call her Princess Di because she carriers herself like royalty. She is way out of my league. She had been a virgin when we met, and she had given me her virginity. Only occasionally, can I manage to give her an orgasm while fucking.
Here is some background on us, and how we got started fulfilling our desires.
When we had been married about a year, Alana, was seduced by, and had an affair with an older, experienced player, who had a huge cock. We separated, and she spent the next five weeks fucking him every chance she got. He was really good at fucking her, and could give her multiple orgasms with each fucking.
She learned that he was not a good guy! and she wanted to get back together with me, which we did. But she also learned that she really liked fucking men who had lots of stamina, who could last, and who had a big cock. None of those attributes matched me, but she really did love me. After we got back together, my desire to watch her being fucked by a sexually superior man grew, to the point of being very overpowering for me.
Alana told me that while we were separated, she also fucked a new friend of hers, a neighbor in her apartment complex. She said he was a nice guy, who had just gotten divorced. She felt sorry for him, so she gave him a mercy-fuck, and it was horrible. He had a very small dick. Alana held up her index finger and wiggled it--his dick was a micro-penis, she barely felt him inside her; he dirty-talked the whole time, and because he didn't give her any pleasure, he seemed to last way too long.
After we moved to Arizona, we decided that Alana should pick up a stranger in a hotel bar, so that I could watch her. She dressed very sexy, met a man, and she explained to him about our relationship. He said he had fucked other hotwives, and he enjoyed fucking women in front of their husbands. The three of us went up to our room. They gave each other very intense orgasms. I masturbated, as I watched them. Then he got dressed, he kissed Alana, gave her his card, and said, "In case you need more in the future," and then he left.
About a year later, my best friend, Tom, moved to Arizona. Tom is the horniest woman chaser I had ever known. He stopped by to visit us, on his move to his new home about four hours away. Before I had ever met Alana, she and Tom had got together at a party and had made out. When Alana and I had been separated, Tom had told me he had always wanted to fuck her.
That evening that Tom showed up in Arizona, with my blessing he and Alana hooked up, and they spent the whole weekend fucking and learning every detail of each other's body. Tom became my wife's lover for the next two years. He would drive the four hours, from his house to ours, once a month, or so, and then he and Alana would spend the weekend fucking.
Every time Tom would leave, Alana and I would fuck like newlyweds until he returned. Tom got married, and he and his bride moved to another state. We didn't see him again for almost ten years.
Alana and I had two children, a boy and a girl. We were busy, and had no adventures, for the next nine years, and it seemed our sex life had slowed a lot, and became more of a duty, and quite vanilla. Alana, at thirty-four, exercised and walked every day, keeping her body in great shape, and she still attracted a lot of attention from men, although she didn't seem to care. I did not want to let our marriage fade into the blahs; I needed to do something.
A few months later, I took the children to Oregon to stay with their grandparents for two weeks, while I went on a hunting trip with friends. I learned Tom had gotten divorced, a year before. I called him and asked if he would like to go and visit Alana for a couple of weeks. He was happy to accept the invitation.
When I returned home, a couple weeks later, Alana told me that it was the most amazing two weeks of her life. She and Tom had fucked three or four times every day, and she had more orgasms than she thought were possible sometimes, having orgasms, one right after another while they fucked.
Alana's libido was back; we fucked everyday, sometimes twice. She, again, became a dynamo in bed. If we weren't fucking, she was sucking my dick, or she would sit on my face, so I could make her climax. She was flirting with men again, and wearing tighter, more revealing clothes. I loved the revived Alana.
Alana and I, after getting back together, after her affair, had become quite open with each other, discussing our sexual fantasies, desires, and needs. I knew the type of man she lusted after-- tall, broad shouldered, powerful-looking, and powerful-acting men. I had told her that my greatest turn-on and thrill was watching her being pleasured, and reaching climax with other men.
One time I asked her if she had ever thought about being with a Black man. She told me no, she had never known or even talked to a Black man before. Even on TV, she had never seen a Black guy she thought was attractive. They kind of scared her, and she was afraid that in bed, they would be too aggressive and rough for her.
Alana, growing up, had horses, and she was, what I would call a horsey girl. She had always wanted to go to a big rodeo. On the spur of the moment, we decided we would go to a big rodeo, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. When we tried to reserve a hotel room however, everything was full. Finally, we paid too much and got a suite at a fancy hotel. We were also lucky to get our airline tickets.
On Wednesday, we flew to Oregon with the kids, and dropped them off at Alana's parents' house, and we went to a hotel, close to the airport that night. On Thursday, we were heading to the Portland Airport, then to Seattle, then a flight to Sioux Falls.
I was up early, drinking coffee in the sitting area; when Alana finally came out of the bedroom, my dick got hard. She was wearing tight jeans, very tight, her fancy cowboy boots, a tight, thin, lightly embroidered cowgirl blouse and her cowboy hat. It looked like her body had been poured into her jeans, her ass looked incredible. She must have been wearing a sheer bra, as her tits were pushing her blouse taut, and her nipples formed really sexy bumps on top of them. She looked sexy enough to eat, right there.
"Damn! You look hot," I said."
She batted her eyes. "Do you think I will have a chance to ride a cowboy."
"I don't think you have a chance of keeping a cowboy out of your saddle."
