Away Wife at Christmas

(This takes place within the story "Away Wife" and is the husband's account.)

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I had never been so excited about Christmas since I was a small boy, possibly even more than then. It was going to be a very special one for me and my wife. She was going to be fucked every night by a black man with a big cock! (And I would certainly be fucking her too.)

It started when she met Joseph while on a short course for local government workers. Nothing had happened and she was not interested, but I had always had a fantasy of a black man with my woman. It turned out he was on secondment to the UK for 3 years and obviously missing his wife. However, his people had a culture where under such circumstances it was acceptable to have what he called an "away wife" and their regular wives encouraged this as better than casual sex with prostitutes. When I heard of this, I could hardly contain myself. Further chance developments created an opportunity for her to find out that she liked him, and I eventually persuaded them to meet in a hotel together. Eventually this became nearly once a week, which I was glad to pay for.

I can't explain it, but it somehow made me love and want her more. We had more sex than ever before, and she actually remarked how much more loving and attentive I am. I get a huge kick out of the fact not just that she is getting fucked by a big black cock, but that she is enjoying it.

He was not going home, so we had invited him to stay with us for the Christmas holiday. I hoped to hear sounds of pleasure from the guest bedroom!

We had met a couple of times and I knew he was perhaps not handsome, but pleasant looking, and a bit less cuddly than me. He was also very polite - courteous, you might say - and grateful for any kindness. Obviously the perfect house guest. So the day of his arrival gave me more of a chance to get to know him, and I liked him. He talked about his wife and children, and passed on her thanks to us for inviting him to our home. She had encouraged Joseph to find an away wife, and thought he had found a very nice one, so was pleased that he was not frustrated, but also not having risky sex.

He was an intelligent man and a good conversationalist. I could see that my wife had needed something more than the promise of cock to agree to go with him. (I am afraid my fantasy had been less detailed.) He told us about his country, but also about some other countries and African history. I had not appreciated how many different countries there were, and their variety. I was a little ashamed how little I knew even of other European countries.

We said nothing about the purpose of the exercise. We had established that he had no disease and she was on the pill, so he was allowed to come in her. So at about ten o'clock, I said I thought it was probably time for bed. "Oh," he said. "You are tired. I will wish you both good night, and see you in the morning. What time shall I get up?"

"No, no," I said. "You two will be sleeping together, of course."

"Oh," he said. "No, that would not be proper. I could not be with a man's wife in his own home, and my own dear wife would not approve. It was different meeting in a hotel with your kind permission."

Bugger! So the whole point of him being here could not happen.

"Wait a minute. Is there not some hospitality tradition where the guest is invited to sleep with the wife?"

"Not in our culture," he said, "and it is probably less common than you think." I was flummoxed.

"However, she could always masturbate me. That would be quite in order." (He always used proper language, and I found I could not say words like 'fuck' in front of him.)

When he explained it made complete sense. The traditional cultures were not stupid. There was only one room in a hut, so children grew up quite used to hearing their parents having sex, and the facts of life were well understood. When a lone male traveller stayed overnight, then either the wife or the daughter would masturbate him so that he would not be so lustful, avoiding tension or possible rape. The husband was expected to watch, to make sure that it was done, but also to see that she did not suck him, which was considered much more intimate. In fact, the local authorities were trying to promote some of these traditions since to avoid putting semen into any orifice was a major protection against AIDS.

So I had a new experience and a great one!

What happened was quite simple, but not something I had ever seen in real life. There was my wife, carefully masturbating - no, let's use the best words - wanking a big black cock. To see her hand moving up and down that shiny black dong with the veins standing out was a real thrill, especially as they were both obviously enjoying it so much. Unlike me, he was circumcised, which seemed ruder (and I liked). I knew he was bigger than me, but it was good to appreciate the extra girth and length in her hand. And when he came, he gushed! There was so much, I could understand why she appreciated it in place of my little spurts. I didn't feel inferior, just glad that I had seen it and that she had the experience.

He thanked us both politely of course. Then she came to bed and I damn well fucked her. And again during the night and I hoped he heard it.

At breakfast I said I hoped we had not disturbed him. He said no, he was very pleased to know that we were making love as a married couple. He had been concerned that he might have been brought in because we were not.

I also enquired if the guest was just masturbated the once. He answered no, especially if he was a young man staying for several days and there was a daughter in the house. It was expected that he would be relieved often enough to keep her safe. So I asked if he could manage another and if she would like to. So I got to see another juicy handjob, somewhat longer this time, though not so much spunk. All three of us enjoyed it, but I think I did the most.

In the afternoon, he asked if he could use my computer to email his wife. She must have been there and they must have had quite an exchange, because he was away for quite a long time. When he came back he was quite downcast. Obviously something was wrong, and I was afraid it was my fault.

First, of course, he gave us Rebecca's greetings and best wishes and again her thanks for looking after her husband. Then he gave the reason why he looked so glum.

"I told her what we had done and how I had explained our traditions. And she told me I had been very silly. We are not living in huts in a village. She said of course I should go into my away wife as many times as we both want, and as her husband permits."

He looked so like a dog who had been told off, that we both burst out laughing!

That evening was another first for me - the experience of sloppy seconds. She went with him, then came to our bed, so I had the chance to look and feel. She was a little more open, but not gaping and felt very nice just as she does when I have come in her. But I noticed something else. Not the smell, which sounds bad, but the odour. I love the odour of cunt, though she finds it repulsive. Something to do with pheromones, I expect. That is, the natural sex smell of a clean woman, not very strong, in fact quite faint, but distinctive. I sometimes lick her after I have come, so am used to the taste and smell of my sperm combined with her femaleness. The combination I got now was similar but definitely different, and a bit stronger. I supposed I ought to have tasted it, but didn't really want to.

Already spermed and opened up, she was already excited, and I could tell as I slipped easily inside. I, of course, felt the thrill of knowing I was following another man, and I think this also affected her. It was a fantastic fuck, and she came loud enough that I think he heard her - I certainly hoped so.

We lay joined together for a while, before she went to clean up, and I fell asleep. I awoke some time in the night to noises next door, including another orgasm from her, which made me so happy.

It was soon the last evening, and Joseph spoke to me privately. "Your wife tells me you would like to watch us. This is something I have never done, and I am not sure about it, but I will try if you really want." Did I want? Yes, but I was hesitant about imposing on him this way. It was bad enough to be a man who actively wants his wife to have sex with another man, but would he now think me a complete pervert?

Yes I was, but I managed to rationalize. "She has told me that though, of course, she does not love you, it is a beautiful experience with you. I would really like to see her enjoying it, just once." Which seemed to satisfy him. Or maybe he was being polite.

I had previously asked her to start by sucking him, and she said they had tried it, but he was really too big for her. So when we were all together, he was probably surprised when she did. I guess he was nervous as well (as he had every right to be) as he was only half hard, which was good in the circumstances, as it was easier for the beginning. She sucked him to full erection, when she could only get him in a little way and must have been straining, so she stopped, which was the right thing to do.

They fucked in the missionary position all the way through. Joseph didn't try to do anything other than give me what I had asked for. And now came another surprise.

In my lustful fantasies and the porn I had viewed, it had never been like this. It really was beautiful. Two healthy people performing the most natural and important act in the world, their bodies moving with intense desire, but also tenderness. The black on white helped to define them, but I could appreciate the contrast between her curves and his more muscled body which were really complementary. This was sex as it should be. I actually had tears in my eyes as she orgasmed and I felt joy for her pleasure. Moments later, he was pumping his seed into her, and she was holding him in what I felt was gratitude. It was totally unexpected how moved I was.

They held each other, and then she started to get out. "No, no!" I said. "You stay the night here." My voice was a little choked. I was glad to hear them later in what I think and hoped was a more varied activity.

So Joseph went to catch his train, and we went back to our regular weekly arrangement. It was probably the best week of my life, though not exactly how I had expected. I was still pleased that my wife was getting fucked, but now I was glad that it was Joseph, not just a big black cock.

POSTSCRIPT

As you might guess, I made similar plans for the summer, until I realised how stupid I had been. Joseph was from a poor country a long distance away and was only given one return trip home in his three year secondment, which he had already used, meaning that he would be away from his family for nearly two years. So instead I paid for his flight and he had time with his wife and children. It's the best money I have ever spent.