We arrived back home, after what had been an amazing night. Ross's ultimate fantasy had come true. He'd watched me getting fucked by a well hung black guy.
I had an unbelievable time with Jason. My pussy was still a little tender after the pounding I'd experienced. I'd never cum like that before, and I did feel a little guilty about it. Sex with Ross was great, but this was on another level. I loved my husband very much, and would never have wanted to hurt him. We never really talked about it properly after.
"Ross be truthful, how did you find last night?"
"It was magnificent darling, it was far better than I'd have ever expected."
"I love you so much and I'd never want to hurt you," I told him.
"I know you do, and that's why I never felt any jealousy with how you reacted with Jason."
I gave him a kiss, satisfied that he was comfortable with how it had turned out.
"Would you like to do it again?" he asked me.
"I would love to, but only if you are sure."
We decided to set some ground rules, before taking this any further.
We would never have a follow up meeting. I didn't want to develop any felling towards any of my sexual partners.
Ross would have to be happy with who I wanted to pick. If he wasn't, then it wouldn't happen.
I wanted to start taking the pill again. Ross had a vasectomy, when we decided on having no more kids. I wanted to experience a stranger cumming inside me. Ross was more than happy with this.
With all this agreed, I was happy to carry on being an hotwife.
My daily routine had now changed slightly. I'd still do my early morning run, but once I was home and had a shower, I'd sit down and check my messages.
We both decided to leave it a few weeks, before arranging another meet.
During this time, I wanted to freshen up my wardrobe. I spent a small fortune on some new outfits. They ranged from short and sexy, to very raunchy. I'd also decided to treat myself to some new lingerie.
Once home, I tried on my new purchases. I was over the moon with how they looked on me. My confidence had taken a massive boost these past few weeks.
Jason had pm'd me, to try and arrange another meeting. I had to message him back to say that I couldn't, explaining why. He understood my reasons and wished me all the best.
Over the next month, we met up with a couple of guys. While they were nice enough, it never clicked for myself, like it did with Jason. So we decided not to follow up with either of them.
Then one day, I got a pm off a really hot guy. He was an amateur boxer, who had an amazing body. His name was Luke and he was black.
I showed Ross the message, when he returned home from work. He was definitely impressed.
"You certainly have a thing for these black guys," he told me.
"What white wife wouldn't get turned on by a hot black man?" I teased him.
"Go and message him darling, and setup a meet," he egged me on.
I messaged Luke back, to arrange one. He suggested meeting at a cafe, near to the gym he was training at. That suited us both just fine. He then asked us if we would like to watch him train. Ross loved boxing, so it was a no brainer.
I had decided to wear a knee length black skirt, with black holdups and a low cut white top, as we set off.
We were greeted at the entrance by Luke's trainer, Harry. He was in his sixties, and made us feel at ease straight away. Ross got on with him like a house on fire, as they talked boxing.
The gym was thankfully empty, as we entered. Luke was already at work on a speed bag. He stopped what he was doing, when he saw us enter.
I could have jumped on him there and then, as he came towards us. His body was magnificent, glistening with the effort he had been putting in during his workout. He introduced himself, shaking both our hands. Luke was a little taller than myself.
"Listen I'm just about to do a spar session with Harry, them I'll be done."
Harry pulled up a couple of chairs, and we sat near the ring. I removed my coat, so that Luke could get a better view of my cleavage. He definitely noticed, has he climbed into the ring. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, as he started to spar.
Ross was enjoying the boxing, while I was enjoying looking at his magnificent body. It was a primeval hunger I was feeling towards him. I wanted to feel that body next to mine. The thought of his hands exploring my naked body, was turning me on so much.
He'd look over towards me every so often, a big smile on his face. Harry at one point had to remind him he was in training for an upcoming fight. He knew why we were there, and turned to wink at me.
Harry had seen so many couples come to the gym, to meet his boy. The ladies always had a glow about them, when they'd met Luke.
They finished the session, and Luke came to his corner to grab a drink. He was looking down at me, his eyes feasting on my body. I smiled at him, as he stepped out of the ring.
"That was tough, and it never gets any easier," he told us.
"It did look like hard work in there," Ross remarked.
"It was very hard," he replied back, giving me a cheeky grin.
"I bet it was very hard," I told him seductively.
Luke laughed, then started his warm down. When he finished, he headed to the changing room, telling us he wouldn't be long getting ready.
Once he'd changed, we headed to the cafe.
Luke was sat opposite us, as we got to know each other a little better.
Luke was aged twenty nine, and was a property developer. He used boxing to keep fit, and was never interested in becoming a professional. Ross asked him loads of questions about boxing, I had other things on my mind.
"So I take it you've done this before?" I asked him.
"I have, but it's the first time I've used this app."
He asked us the same question back, and we told him just the once.
"Can I just say, you are one sexy lady. When I saw your profile, I knew I just had to meet you."
