My wife and I have been married for twenty years. She is the mother of two beautiful daughters. And we have been through a lot together. At 37 years old she went from 127 lbs to 175 lbs in about eight months. Mostly due to medical reasons. At 38 she decided to do something about it, so she joined a gym and started working out, lifting weights four days a week and doing cardio all seven. Now at 40 she is stunning, 5'4", 125 lbs, beautiful breast back to their post implant greatness. I am no male model, but I am not repulsive either. I am 5'8", 167 lbs, and shaved bald because it looks better than half way bald. And the good Lord blessed me with the average 6 inches. You can call me a louse or SOB; I deserve it after I tell you that during the weight gain time we did not have sex.
Over two years and seriously straining our relationship, we are back to it and better than ever. For years I have told her I want to watch her with another man. During sex I will bring this up while gently fucking her with a large dildo we have. She always has great orgasm but totally refuses to discuss it later. Well I guess the two years of down time caused her to rethink her position. One evening during some long fore play, as she was giving me a blow job, she told me she wouldn't mind blowing another guy while I fucked her. My eyes widened and I ask if she were serious, when she moaned a yes answer with my dick in her mouth, I exploded. Every time I mentioned this over the next few days, she would respond with "I don't know what you're talking about." I took this to mean that I should make all the arrangements. So I set out to make it happen, my style.
I got in touch with a man I use to work with some 10 years ago. His name is Ed. This is the first name that came to my mind because I had a dream of him and Dee once. Ed was still with the same company, so finding him was easy. He remembered me instantly, since we did drink a beer after work on occasions, I ask him to join me at a local bar, beers on me. Ed looked just as I had remembered him; tall, muscular, and always smiling. And black as coal. We talked for a moment and I just laid it out on the line. I wanted him to come to a casino in Tunica, MS and hope my wife would agree to blow him.
" Let me get this straight. You want me to drive five hours from Atlanta in hopes of getting a blow job I can get at home," he said with out cracking a smile.
"Well..."
"Relax, I'll be there, I been married for twelve years and I haven't had any white pussy since. If she looks like I remember I'm going to enjoy this."
"She says she just wants to blow someone and she doesn't know this will be the time. I need you to work her, she does not know you and I'm not going to tell her anything."
"Yea, ok, I'm telling you when she gets her hand on this dick, it's on. Are you going to be ok with that?"
"Sure,I managed to say as I began to realize what was going to happen."
We had a couple more beers and finalized the plan. I went home; Dee and I had hard sex as I dreamed about the future. The next morning I told her I wanted to go to Tunica, just the two of us, no friends. "I have made reservations at The Grand for next weekend and I ordered a new dress for you off the internet," I told her. She smiled because she loves to play roulette, and she loves to dress sexy and flirt with the other men at the table.
The longest week on memory finally went by. We drove out Friday and arrived about 7:00 pm. We got checked in; I had requested a suite for a big sitting room. We got some dinner and cruised the floor for a few minutes. Dee heard a band playing in the bar area and wanted to dance, so she said she was going to change. I wanted to say down and play a little. She got a drink from the bar and headed for the room. As soon as she was out of site I grabbed my phone and called Ed.
"You here," I asked as he answered.
"Yes, just got in my room. What's the deal?"
"Dee is in the room changing. She wants to dance a little before she gambles. Let her get a drink or two or four in her and she should be easy pickings. I am going to sit down at the wheel; you can dance with her if you like. I am going to kind of ignore her to get her to get very flirtatious. She thinks it makes me mad. I know you remember what she looks like but you are going to be surprised."
"Man she aint big and fat is she?"
"Totally the opposite, she is smoking hot. She had implants since you seen pictures of her. And she will be wearing a tiny white dress, high heels, and that is all."
"Alright, I see you later."
About an hour later I see my Dee walking toward me. I am an unbelievably lucky man; every male eye that can see her is watching her. She is aware of this and loves it, something she use not to enjoy. Her new dress is cut low to show her amazing cleavage and it is backless except for crisscross straps, stopping just below, and I mean just below, her tight ass cheeks. She casually strolls up, drink in hand, gives me a soft kiss, ask me if I'm winning, wishes me luck and heads for the dance floor. After about 45 minutes, I go to the restroom. On the way I peek in the bar area, Dee is a heavy bump and grind dance with two guys, one of them is Ed. Returning to the wheel, I peek in again, Dee nor Ed are in there. As I walk back to my seat, I see them at the wheel straight across from where I am playing. As the night goes by she has a few more drinks and flirts really heavy with Ed. I am a little surprised that she has taken to him this quick but what the hell. When she reaches across the table to place a bet he would rub her butt, sometimes he would slide his large hands up between her thighs from behind. If one of them would win on a number, I could see her whisper in his ear with one her hands moving around below the table. I could hardly concentrate on the game, even two guys beside me commented on the hot milf at the other table and how she was probably getting black dick tonight.
What seemed like an eternity had passed before she got up to go to the restroom. Dee stopped by me and whispered "When I get back, I am going to suck the black off that dick, in our room, while you fuck me." I played one more spin so as not to look to anxious to leave. I cashed in and headed to our room, as I walked passed Ed, he showed me something in his hand. Something small and blue, I did not get it at first, and then it hit me, Viagra. He was going to fuck her brains out and he wanted make sure of it. I lingered around the elevators where I could see Ed sitting at the roulette table. When Dee returned, She stepped between his thighs and gave him one of her soft, warm kisses. He was gently cupping her ass with both hands. God, they looked hot. As he stood and they began to walk toward the elevators, I hit up button and made my way to our room. I left the door cracked so they could just come in; I turned on every light so I could see very well.
When they came in, Ed walked into the room and sat down on the sofa across from me. With out speaking, Dee took off her heels and in one motion pulled her dress over her head. She came to me first and told me to remain seated and dressed. I agreed, although I didn't get it, she was so damn hot, I could not argue.
Dee took a seat next to Ed on the sofa. He immediately laid her back, spread her legs and went down on her beautiful pussy. I could see her dripping wet before his tongue touched her. When he did, she let me know with a low satisfying moan. Ed licked like he was licking a tall ice cream cone, from the bottom of her perfectly shaved pussy lips slowly to her clit. She had to tell him that is how she liked it. No matter, now he was deep in her with his long tongue. In five minutes she has cum twice, and was head toward multiple orgasms. Once she reaches a point they come in waves. Ed worked his tongue for several more minutes, often stopping to ask her how much dick she wanted. Dee's answers blew my mind; I never thought I would hear those things from her.
