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My eyes opened with a snap and as I stared at the ceiling, memories of last night slowly returned.
My beautiful wife Amy, Brad, a huge black man, a hypnotist, me opening Amy’s blouse for this man, my wife’s hands on his cock, how I actually put her hands on his long, thick cock, how he came on her chest, how she liked the taste of his sperm, how I shaved her pussy, all these thought came to me as if in slow motion, as if watching a slide show, a bazaar collection of images that must have been a dream.
A dream that was it, all a dream and I relaxed and slowly shed the grip of sleep that held my brain. A dream, but the condition of my cock was not a dream. I was rock hard and it felt good.
I turned and was a little startled to find Amy’s face right up next to mine and she was staring at me. She looked so sultry as she pushed off the sheet, revealing that she was naked. Her lips were quickly on mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her hand found my cock. This was passion that I had not experienced since we first got married. Amy pushed her warm, firm breasts against me and I swear my cock grew another inch.
I don’t know how she did it but she was soon on top of me, easing my cock into her as her hair partially concealed her face and her breasts seemed to pull away from her body as if trying to reach me.
I placed my hands on her firm ass but Amy did all the work. She raised and lowered her hips, forcing my cock to plunge in and out. It was as if she could grip my cock in the tight confines of her pussy as she fucked me. I was a teenager again, invigorated by the lust of an incredibly sexy woman lost in the heat of passion.
She lowered her chest and moved her taut nipples over my chest as if they were duplicating the movement of those needles moving across paper predicting an impending earthquake.
Last night was a dream, this was real, this woman using my cock for her enjoyment was real. The bouncing nipple that I tried to catch in my mouth was real. The most powerful orgasm of my life was real.
Then Amy did something that she had never done before. She slithered down the bed and sucked my slick cock into her mouth. My precious wife cleaned my cock of all signs of our passion.
She scrambled back up to me, placed her head on my chest and lovingly played with my softening cock.
My mind again wandered to the nagging images of the night before. Were we hypnotized? That can’t be. It had to be a dream. Hypnosis can’t make you do things against your will. But could it make you do things you fantasized? I never fantasized about another man taking my wife, a black man, no less. I never wanted to share my wife but why was my cock hardening again as I thought about it? I’m sure Amy never dreamed of doing those things, at least I hope she never did. It was a dream, a very bad dream, a very, very bad dream was all I could think of when Amy kissed me, smiled and said “I hope Brad lets me suck his cock tonight.”
It was real! I undressed my wife for another man, I put her hand on his cock, I watched as his sperm splashed on her breasts and I knew that tonight I would watch her suck this black man’s huge cock. I knew that I would help her in any way so that she could get his organ in her mouth. That is what Brad wanted. That is what Amy wanted and that is what I wanted. I just don’t know why I wanted it.
I watched my wife dress as I lingered in bed. Fresh from the shower she pulled on a sexy pair of panties and a lacy bra. She looked in the mirror and giggled. “Oops” she said as she unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed.
“Brad said no bra, remember honey.”
I nodded yes and watched as her firm breasts disappeared behind a loose fitting cotton t-shirt. She found a pair of sweat pants and the motion her body made trying to wiggle into the pants made her breasts look like two playful bunnies under a blanket.
I got up, quickly showered and we were off to shop for this evenings events. I can’t ever remember my wife being this energetic about anything.
We shopped, actually she shopped and I followed. Occasionally, she would pop out of the store’s changing room and ask my opinion. From what she showed me, the clothing she was purchasing was more revealing, sexier, shorter, sheerer than anything she had ever purchased before.
Our last stop was at a local store that specialized in erotic clothing. Amy picked out some outfits and went to the changing room. In seconds she exited and said “What do you think?” I nearly toppled over when I saw my wife in a school girl’s plaid skirt that fell mid way down her long legs. The white blouse was bunched up and tied just under her breasts and unbuttoned. As she turned to the side, the swell of her ample breasts were visible. Amy twirled a few times and as she did I noticed that her eyes were not on me but on something behind me. I slowly turned and noticed three teenagers staring at her through the window.
They most likely had been walking the mall when my wife’s sexy antics caught their eyes. The two boys, one Spanish looking, the other black, sandwiched a pretty white girl. The Spanish boy made a motion with his fingers as if to suggest that my wife model the clothes. I turned back just in time to see Amy spin. The motion caused the skirt to raise and reveal her panties. She then quickly scampered back into the changing room.
Amy exited the changing room, purchased some clothes and excitedly came over to me and kissed me. She was like a little girl on her first shopping spree.
“Why did you do that for those kids?” I asked.
Amy playfully punched my arm and said “Stop being such a prude, honey. It was just in fun.”
“But Amy, you’re a teacher. You must be more careful. What would happen if they knew you?”
“I do know them,” said Amy, “At least the girl. Her name is Kim and she’s in my last period senior class. I think I’ve seen the other kids around school but I don’t know their names. Stop worrying, I didn’t do anything wrong.”
We arrived home after shopping and a quick bite to eat and Amy showered again.
I found a note that Sue had left on the kitchen table. She was on a date with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be late.
After what seemed like hours she opened the bathroom door and my mouth dropped. She had her hair up. I love Amy’s long hair but when it’s up, it reveals the long line of her neck to her shoulders. She wore a simple dress, spaghetti straps that held the material loosely at the tops of her breasts revealing just a hint of cleavage. The material hung, flowed actually, loosely to half way down her thighs. She looked magnificent, glamorous, sophisticated but yet sexy.
The next few hours seemed dragged by slowly. Amy paced as we awaited Brad.
Just after eleven thirty the door bell rang and Amy told be to hurry. I opened the door and Brad barged in and quickly told me to get him a beer. I did as I was told and upon returning I saw that my wife, Amy had her arms wrapped around Brads’ neck. Brad being taller than Amy caused her to be on her tiptoes and pressed against him. They kissed.
“Dave,” Brad demanded, “put on some nice music.”
I found a CD with slow, soft music and they moved to the music. I wouldn’t call it dancing since their feet barely moved, they more or less ground against one another. Brad tasted my wife’s neck, kissing. licking and Amy held her head back so that his mouth could find her throat.
Brad brought a hand up and cupped a breast.
“I see you remembered not to wear a bra.”
“Of course,” purred Amy as she mashed her mouth on his.
