I love my wife. Having too much of a good thing, in my eyes, is as dangerous as having too little of it. It was my ultimate desire to share her for this very reason, but her religious childhood upbringing limited my options. She was a fine wife, perfect in many ways, but the farthest we got was simply discussing her being shared during sex. In a moment of passion, she or I would bring it up... telling the other how hot it would be to bring a third, larger partner into the relationship. After sex, the topic would quickly disappear into thin air, along with my ambitions.
Backing up a little...
She goes by Lana. 30 years old and approximately 5' 4", she's an average girl height-wise, but that was the only thing I considered average about her. Her frame was irresistible... Being an avid runner, Lana was lean, toned, and in phenomenal shape. Her blonde hair, which used to go down her back in our university days, is now cropped just above the shoulders. The gentle twists and curls in her hair are mesmerizing and easy to lose yourself in. Her 36C breasts are perfectly shaped, almost tear-dropped, with a few freckles here and there. Lana is a beautiful, rare woman that I only dreamed about before I met her.
After we got married, I started to play with the idea of sharing her, preferably with another, larger, man of a darker complexion. Thinking about it at first, then reading about it, and then fantasizing about it. It is my greatest kink, the thing that turns me on the most. She's simply perfect for it. My understanding of my wife changed in the early years of my marriage. In my mind, what was my beautiful blonde wife became a fertile snowbunny, primed for a black bull to claim her pussy as his own. I made it my mission to see this through.
From then on, any time we had sex, I would lightly bring up how hot it would be to see her sucking on another cock when I was fucking her. At first, I registered no response from her at all. But slowly things started to change. She grew more receptive to the idea, even bringing up the possibility of buying a dildo. So, I did. With her by my side as we browsed the e-shop, we picked out a medium (8") black dildo. By Wednesday of that week, it was delivered to our front door. With a strong suction grip at the base, we fucked plenty of times in these simulated threesomes.
After a couple of months, our bedroom talk spiced up considerably. Lana was starting to say things so slutty and perverse that even I was surprised. Many times, she would beg me for a creampie, asking to be bred. Insisting on it. Other times she would describe how she would fuck another man, breaking marital boundaries. It reached a very tense and erotic culmination when one day Lana rode on top, pinning me to the bed. I remember it perfectly. She slowed leaned in, her mouth at my ear, as she slowly flexed her hips back and forth, gyrating on my cock.
"You love fucking me, huh?" She whispered between breaths. "Well don't get used to it. I think it's time my pussy finds someone new to fuck. We've talked long enough!"
She moaned and leaned back, never stopping the hypnotizing movements of her sultry hips.
"Either you're going to find someone for me to fuck, or I will." She adjusted her position on my cock. "What do you say?"
"Yes!" I blurted out, almost instantly. "Let me find someone!"
The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur. I was so excited. After we finished having sex, I immediately started to think of potential candidates. I had no suitable friends who matched the description of our ideal suitor. So I turned to the internet. Posting a few pictures of her online, I was taken aback by the number of direct messages. Picking through the offerings, I selected a few that interested me. It took a couple of weeks, but I finally came to an agreement with an older gentleman in his early forties. He appeared sincere, and his cock was sufficiently large. He and I chatted a few times over the phone, and made plans for a weekend a month in advance.
His name was Curtis. I would tell my wife that I found someone for her, and that she must go pick him up from the airport when he flies in. He would be here for the weekend. I would show her no pictures of him in advance, nor would I give away that he is black, although she may have assumed that he would be. He would be holding a sign with his name for easy identification. She hesitantly agreed to the idea, and I let him know that we were proceeding with the plan.
Come the fateful weekend, I was hornier than ever. And truthfully, this was also the most nervous I have been for years. At 6 o'clock, it was almost time to leave for the airport to pick up Curtis. I went upstairs with Lana to pick out her clothes. We settled on a longer skirt, extending just past her knees, stripped black and white vertically. She wore a simple cropped top, exposing her midriff. I convinced her to pin her hair up in a small bun before heading downstairs and starting the car for her.
As she exited the house and turned towards the car, Lana looked right at me. With one foot in the car and another planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't help but admire her. My wife was beautiful. Her voice snapped me to reality.
"Tonight, you're staying out of our way. No matter what you see or hear, you're not allowed to touch me. Got it?"
"Yes darling, I understand. I'll let you have your fun." I replied.
She got into the car, blew me a kiss, and drove off. I headed back inside, upstairs, to my office. Booting up the PC, a whirlwind of thoughts went through my head. I spent the next 45 minutes or so browsing Reddit and playing video games, before heading to my garage workshop. I intended to preoccupy myself with some carpentry, a new skill I was learning.
I wasn't there personally, but after the weekend passed, I found out how Lana's airport pick-up went. She was very descriptive of the events, much to my enjoyment. She told me how she arrived later at the airport than she had hoped due to the city traffic. But to her luck, Curtis was delayed too, except at baggage claim. She drove up just as he walked out of the terminal. Lana spotted his sign, made her way over to him, and popped the trunk open. Curtis loaded the car with his suitcase and sat in the front passenger seat. The introduction was quick, as they both knew the purpose of the visit. Curtis had his eyes on Lana, inspecting every little detail of her body as she sat in the driver's seat. Leaning in, her gave her a long kiss on the lips, smiled, and put his hand on her leg.
As they drove off, they chatted a little bit about random things. How was the flight? How was the weather in NY, where he's from? Family, work. The usual. Slowly but surely his hand was becoming more invasive, as if hidden by the casual conversation. By the time they were out of the downtown core and driving towards our country home, her dress was pulled back and his hand was playing with her panties. He was visibly aroused, rubbing his cock through his jeans, as his left hand slipped into her panties and brushed against her clit and moist lips.
Lana moaned and spread her legs a little wider. They were almost home, but the fun has already started. Curtis grew braver after seeing how receptive Lana was to his groping. He slipped a finger into her, as much as he could given their seating position. Lana described this as one of her milestones. It was the first time since university that another man touched her intimately. He continued to finger fuck her as they drove up to the house, her juices dripping onto her dress.
We live outside the city limits, in a swath of territory largely devoted to farming. It made housing costs cheaper at the expense of a longer commute. We had neighbors, albeit the closest was probably a good 100 metres away. Our home was an older one, built in the thirties, with a large wraparound porch and a standalone garage. At 19 acres, our land was big and comfortable. It was our dream, one that we emptied our savings for a couple of years ago.
I was sitting in the garage workshop when I saw the headlights. By this point it was almost 8:00 PM, and the evening sky was getting darker by the minute. Through partially-closed window drapes, I watched silently as Lana and Curtis stepped out of the vehicle. I could see through the house from where I was. The porch, master bedroom, living room, and part of the kitchen were visible. I quickly understood that their drive must have been hot and heavy because Curtis didn't go for the luggage in the trunk. Taking him by the hand, Lana led him onto the porch. They stood at the corner, under a porch light, as he felt her up. His hands glided over her body, feeling her tight ass and proud, perky breasts. My excitement grew and I was getting harder.
Lana got on her knees, landing on a midsized carpet we've placed on the porch by some outdoor furniture. With shaky hands she undid his belt and pulled down his jeans and underwear. A large cock, black and veiny, popped out and narrowly missed hitting her in the face. Easily 9", he was larger than me. Lana took it into her hands stroked it back and forth, ever so gently. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but a minute later I saw what I had wanted for so long. Lana leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed on his big black cock for what seemed to be ages, stopping only for breaths and to give it a lick. Curtis was clearly loving it, holding her head and occasionally giving it a push, forcing her to suck him deeper than she though possible.
A few minutes later, Curtis must have decided that he was sufficiently slick with her spit and was ready to fuck. Lana pulled off her skirt and panties, took off her top and bra, and turned around. Her delicious ass was up in the air, and her back arched. Curtis stepped out of his jeans and took his shirt off. He wasn't ripped, but the guy clearly worked out at least twice a week. He bent over ever so slightly, and lined up his 9" black cock with my wife's pussy. To see this happening, especially on my own porch, was thrilling and incredibly arousing. Her womanhood was exposed for all to see. The vows we had made at our wedding were tossed out the window.
I watched as he slowly pushed into her. She made a whimpering face, biting her lip as the big black cock slowly spread her open. Her little white pussy tightly gripped the black shaft, growing accustomed to his larger girth. It took him a few minutes to fully get himself inside of Lana. Lana gasped and moaned as her pussy was defiled by a man, who for all intents and purposes, was a total stranger. It was a wonderful sight to see - my beautiful white wife being fucked by a large black man, in full view of the road, without a condom in sight. People knew us in this area. If someone were to drive by, it wouldn't be hard to connect the dots.
Curtis did not hold back. His large cock was sliding into Lana's slutty married pussy, each thrust seemingly splitting her in half. His cock was smeared in her pussy's juices, shining under the porch light in the open summer evening air. He flipped her over onto her back and started to fuck her missionary style. Pinning her hands down to the ground, he made my wife's pussy his own. Her greedy pussy accepted every inch of black cock that Curtis offered. Lana was no longer quiet, with the sounds of her moans and wet pussy spreading into the evening air. She was being pounded and bred, and it was perfect.
As I watched the events on the porch unfold, our elderly neighbours, the Donaldsons, were walking by on the side of the road for what I can only assume was their evening walk. I distinctly recall seeing her face turn, and suddenly she got much quieter - by this point I too noticed the passing couple. Curtis didn't stop fucking my wife. True to his word, he continued to slide his cock deep into Lana's bare married pussy as they passed by. It was obvious that they noticed while passing the house, as they sped up and walked at a brisker pace, occasionally turning their heads and looking at the marvellous sight. The porch was wide open, with Lana and Curtis out and exposed.
Curtis picked up the pace of his pounding and was starting to tremble. Leaning back, he grabbed Lana by the legs and spread her as wide open as he could. He had reached his tipping point. Slowly and deliberately, he plunged his big black cock as deep as possible into Lana's married pussy, moaning as he shot ropes of hot cum into her fertile womb with every thrust.
