We live close to London my wife Helen and me both in our early 50s we reside in a large-ish house. Our kids have long flown the nest to leave us with two spare bedrooms and another in the loft so we decided that we could make ourselves a little bit of extra income by taking in mature foreign exchange students as short term lodgers. There is a large college nearby offering lots of different courses and with accommodation being at a premium we were soon on the college's books. We elected only to take short-term bookings rather than be saddled with someone who might get too comfortable and anyway we liked the idea of meeting as many youngsters as was possible. (We are both very gregarious!)
This summer we were contacted by the student accommodation coordinator and asked if we could accommodate three young men from Barbados for a few weeks. At first we were not sure as this would be at odds with our original decision to take just females but he shared with us an email which had their pictures attached and I was a little taken aback when on seeing them Helen immediately said, "OK, what harm can it do?"
As always I acceded to her wishes, so I smiled and gave my usual weak response when such decisions were required.
A few days later after confirming our agreement they arrived. The coordinator had collected them from Gatwick Airport and driven them up to our house where he introduced us to the three. I was a little taken aback at the sight of these three large black fellows as they traipsed into my house with their luggage but being the polite host said nothing other than providing a welcome.
They stood in the living room and quickly introduced themselves as Leon who was 31, Dale 29 years old and Caley, the youngest, at 27.
The coordinator satisfied himself that they well placed and settled and left us to do our duty and to make them as comfortable possible for the duration of their stay in the UK.
Helen bid them to follow her up the stairs and I assumed the role of porter as I struggled to take their bags to the rooms she had allocated. It took me two or three trips and each time I got to the top of the stairs I could hear giggling and joking going on between them. I wasn't sure what they might have said or had been talking about to cause such merriment.
We spent that first evening by providing them with a meal that was most appreciated and they began to relax and recover from the ordeal of their long journey from their Caribbean home. They told us about their lives and situations back in Barbados and as the evening wore on we became very at ease with their company.
Helen thought it would be nice to show them a few family photos and she got out a few of our holiday albums. They seemed mostly to enjoy looking at those of us on holiday with Helen in Bikinis and short skirts and they made a few cheeky remarks that reflected their appreciation of her attractiveness. She gave the same giggles that I had heard earlier.
Over the next few days they really settled in to our way of life and at the end of the day they would return from their studies and began to, as they say, chill out. It was not too long before I noticed how they were being particularly attentive to Helen. They were not very subtle and there were murmurs of approval whenever she would go up the open-plan staircase and allowed them the sight of looking up her short skirts. As those first few days passed by I observed that more and more they would take every opportunity of getting close to her and flirting. It was no surprise to see Helen responding favourably and she was obviously loving the attention.
As time went by they didn't seem to take less and less notice of me but I didn't mind for my imagination was beginning to go into overdrive as I start to fantasize about Helen fucking one of them. My fantasies were fired even further when I notice that Leon who invariably wore loose shorts around the house was clearly well endowed.
It soon got to the stage where I would let them get on with their flirty chat with her and then go to our room and wank furiously thinking about Helen being fucked by all three of them.
After a few days of this I decided to share my perverted thoughts with her and whilst having my monthly sex session with Helen I began to make comments. As I fucked her with my little cock I told her my fantasy and what I would like to see. I was a little concerned that my suggestions might cause her to be offended but I needn't have worried for it was clear that the idea was a turn-on for her and I imagined that my talk made her even wetter and as I whispered and described to her my visions she began to grind herself even harder into my cock. I asked her if she wanted to have their large cocks in her as a change from mine and she said she would love to and then shocked me by demanding that I asked them to do just that.
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The next day I was working from home and Leon came into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for him and his companions. Helen was out (shopping again!) and I took the opportunity to ask him if he fancied Helen; would he like to make love to her. He didn't hesitate and he said he would but, "forget making love man, I would just like to fuck her!"
I laughed at his directness but made it very clear that I would be ok with that and, further, I shared with him that Helen had told me that wanted all three of them.
He called up to the other guys to come and get their meal and as they chomped away at their cereals and toast and drunk their coffee he laughingly told them what had just been proposed; they said nothing but their smiles reflected their anticipation of the prospect.
We got down to the detail of how and when and they suggested the next Saturday night. As they departed the house to go off to college they continued to joke with me, saying things like, "Hey, Gordon you not big enough for her?" and, "Hey, can't you satisfy Helen?" I just took their banter in my stride and didn't reveal that it would fulfill my greatest fantasy if I could see her being serviced by three big, fat black cocks.
Helen returned from her shopping trip after they had left the house and I told that I had sounded out the guys and the response was that we were all going to have small party Saturday night and that she would end up fucking the guys.
She couldn't believe I had actually asked them but she was very excited at the idea and became very animated. We had a cuddle and I slipped my hand into her panties and, no surprise, she was very wet.
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On Saturday she went out to shop for something special to wear that evening. She also went to her favourite beauty parlour and got a complete wax. When she got home she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side to reveal a totally smooth pussy. She then showed me her purchases from the lingerie store and the other places that she prefers and the very thought of her wearing these provocative clothes and lingerie got me instantly hard.
The boys were out all day long doing whatever it is that Caribbean men do when they are on the loose but we had agreed that they would be back to party by the early evening. I spent the day getting snacks together and making sure the drinks cabinet had plenty of choice. I didn't want anyone to have a reason not to enjoy themselves. I finished my task list by vacuuming throughout and dusting and polishing the furniture in the living room.
Helen came through from the Den where she had been watching her soaps on TV and had a quick inspection and gave me her seal of approval; a thank you peck on the cheek.
With plenty of time in hand Helen took me through to the bedroom and began the process of getting herself ready and dressed for the party and the expected revels.
I sat in the chair as she undressed and went through to the en-suite bathroom. From my seat I could see her in the shower and she kept looking at me through the steamed-up glass screen as she soaped and rinsed her body with the water streaming over her. She deliberately caressed her tits and teased her nipples with soapy fingers and she smiled back at me to see my reaction as I unzipped and released my hardening cock. She then turned and lent over to present the sight of her butt cheeks and I could see her hand between her legs as she washed and spread her hairless pussy lips with fingers that kept slipping inside her pink slash. She looked at me again and by this time I was stroking my little stiff penis; she gave me that familiar mocking look that said I was a "naughty boy" as she always did whenever she had caught me having a wank.
She stepped from the shower and wrapped in a towel came back into the bedroom. She smirked at me as I continued to rub myself and my eyes followed her around the bedroom. She dried herself and began to get dressed.
First she put on a pair of black hold-up stockings and then a black tiny thong that went right up her arse crack and barely covered her fresh bald pussy, a black half cupped bra taken from her underwear drawer completed the ensemble. She walked by me to go to the wardrobe from where she pulled from a hanger the new red pleated tartan mini skirt and a black blouse. She carefully removed the labels and put the skimpy garments on. She smoothed the skirt and adjusted the blouse so that the maximum cleavage was exposed. From beneath the dressing table a pair of black, shiny, stiletto heeled shoes were produced which I had never previously seen. She slipped them on and pirouetted in front of the mirror; she looked gorgeous. Satisfied with her appearance she turned and looking at my little penis dribbling pre-cum and said to me, "At least I am going to get some proper sized cock tonight."
Hearing her say that was enough for me to begin spurting cum over my hand; I was both crushed and so excited at the same time.