My wife and I have been occasional partner-swappers over the years and each have had several affairs. Because of concerns over possible HIV infection we have had no significant activity outside of our marriage for over three years.
However there has been one major exception that I think your readers will find interesting. (Certainly the activity is one that appeals to my voyeuristic interests and arouses a certain masochistic tendency in me.)
I am 49 and my wife, Julie, 44. She is an attractive blonde with a statuesque figure and, well-made up, looks in her thirties. She is tall, has a 38D bust, long legs and a tight behind.
To the outside world she appears what she is. A successful, county, upper-class English woman who wears elegant, well-cut clothes.
The only outward indication of her latent sexuality is her tendency often to wear unfashionably high-heeled shoes and quite heavier make-up than most of her friends.
In the privacy of our home she delights in wearing the sexiest of underclothes: open-cup bras, stockings and suspenders (garter-belt) and 5" high heels. She is enthusiastic and completely wanton in our love making.
Now to the exception I mentioned earlier:
In the mid-eighties I was on an exchange posting in Nigeria for four years. During that time we swapped partners regularly with "Frank" a very wealthy and successful Nigerian business man and his European wife.
He is almost blue-black, with a beautiful smooth skin and a constant broad smile. Tall and balding, the good-life has resulted in him being slightly on the tubby side.
He sports an impressive and exceptionally thick, heavily-veined 91/2" prick. Because of his size it doesn't look that long - but my wife says it is the hardest and most unyielding prick she has ever had in her.
Ever since they became lovers in Nigeria she has become besotted with him and, when with him, is his complete, and willing, sex-slave.
Four or five times a year Frank comes to London on business and to look after his investment properties. He leaves his wife at home.
On each visit he stays with us in our home and for the duration of his stay my wife plays the role of his wife. A role she eagerly looks forward to and fantasises about when he is back in Lagos.
During his visits her personality seems to change. She becomes completely wanton. Even though he sometimes treats her as a worthless slut - she loves it and does whatever he demands.
I too get completely involved in a new role as a willing cuckold. I become their houseboy-come-chauffeur. I move into our guest bedroom as he usurps me in the bedroom as he takes over both wife and my bed.
Typical of his visits was his last one:
For days before his arrival Julie was in state of horny anticipation and started to take the initiative in our love making. Telling me that she was already imagining it was Frank, rather than me, who was fucking her.
On the morning his flight was due she dressed carefully to welcome him. She chose to strike a happy balance of being attractively dressed, but with tarty overtones.
She decided to wear a well-cut tan cashmere coat. Underneath a pastel twin-set of sweater and cardigan, and a slim, slightly tight, brown pencil skirt.
What provided the outward tarty elements were first of all her make-up which was rather heavy. In particular her lips were outlined in a darker lipstick which extended beyond her natural lip shape in a rather voluptuous fashion. The infilling was bright and shiny.
She also wore her long false nails - again a bright red.
The other touches were more subtle, though it excited me to know of them. The first was her underwear.
She had on a black and red 1/2cup bra that naturally exposed her prominent nipples. (This of course was not immediately obvious under her demure cashmere twin-set). Otherwise her only other garment was the matching suspender belt which held up her sheer tan stockings.
On her feet she wore a pair of very high-heeled 51/2" black suede stilettos.
As always, she never wore panties!
On the way to Heathrow Airport her anticipation was increasing as she finger-fucked herself in the car. Her legs parted and her long fingers slipping quickly in and out her moist cunt.
As a last touch on arrival, she renewed her heavy lipstick just before getting out of the car.
As the passengers spilled out of the customs channel we saw Frank the handsome black man and she greeted him with a passionate open-mouthed kiss, shoving her tongue deep between his thick negroid lips. As he openly clamped his vast hands on her bottom and pulled her onto the stiff erection his pants did little to conceal!
As soon as we cleared the airport - with both of them sat in the back of my Jaguar - and set out on the M4 motorway for central London, my wife quickly unzipped his flies and darted down to encircle his hard black cock with her bright red lips and sucked him off as we drove into town. Oblivious to the passing traffic!
As we reached the elevated section of the motorway I heard her choke as his massive cock jerked in her mouth and he gushed his cum down her eager throat, in several eager spasms.
We had hardly arrived in the flat, when Frank sat my wife on the dining room table - her skirt already high above her stocking tops - and positioned himself between her widespread legs.
He slid his newly erect prick into her tightly clasping cunt and fucked her with quick, urgent strokes until, with a roar of excitement, he managed to come yet again.
For the six days of his stay it was exquisite, erotic torture for me. The agreement was that I would say nothing unless spoken to. And would have to take all my instructions from either of them.
Typically during the day around the flat, my wife would wear a simple white housecoat over a red peep-hole bra, that exposed her nipples, a matching red suspender belt, seamed, sheer black stockings and very high-heeled red patent mules. Frank had brought her a present of an expensive thick gold ankle bracelet which she wore for the rest of his stay.
They would kiss deeply and fondle each other all the time in front of me. At his slightest whim she would lift her skirt and straddle him.
