As I sat at an intimate table in the corner of the restaurant, I felt a great sense of excitement and anticipation.
I was looking across at Cynthia my beautifully elegant wife, while she was explaining the details of the week's events in the small but successful business that she ran. I was listening with my ears but my mind was drifting to my plans for later that evening!
I had never really understood why she had chosen to marry me, she came from a very 'well-to-do' family and had given up her double barrel name when we married. She spoke with a very sexy upper class accent, and to hear the two of us talking, you would never think that we were a couple! I had done very well financially, but came from a very different background.
Cynthia had been a virgin when we married and it had taken me the best part of two years to get her to loosen up enough to really start enjoying sex. I have been very patient with her and it has paid off.
She had been born with a 'silver spoon' in her mouth, my biggest breakthrough was getting her to replace it with a big hard cock!
"Gosh!" She had said, "Is that really what other girls do?"
Bless her! But she soon became a very enthusiastic cock sucker, and I have no complaints.
My next breakthrough was convincing her to dress and act the tart in the bedroom. She was very reluctant at first, wondering why I would want her to look so cheap. It took a while to explain that I would love her to act that way, but that I had absolutely no interest in real cheap sluts. It was the huge contrast that was the turn on. Seeing my well spoken, well educated wife dressing like a tart in tight leather skirts, stockings and skimpy little blouses that barely covered her big beautiful breasts just did it for me!
After a nervous, understated beginning, she soon got into the act, even buying shoes and boots with heels so high that she could only totter on them. She then became adept at messing up her perfect coiffure so that her long blond hair was strewn about unkemptly, giving her a real 'wild girl' look.
But back to the reason that I was excited. Tonight, this beautiful, immaculately dressed lady was going to be squirming on a big black cock! Now before you stop reading, let me assure you that I am not about to share her, oh no, she is definitely all mine and will stay that way!
She has recently learnt to enjoy the pleasures of a small pink vibrator. It packed up recently so I went to buy a replacement. That's when I saw her new cock. I pondered for a while in the shop as I looked at this huge black 'just like the real thing' monster, with a double vibe action. I walked away, but I could tell by my own cocks reaction to the thought of slipping this into her that she had to have it. I could have bought a pink one the same size, but somehow the idea of slipping her a big black cock just made it more appealing. I bought it without further hesitation and it is now at home waiting to carry out its best efforts on Cynthia!
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The meal is over, we're home, and here I am in the darkness, lying back on the bed, with a stocking clad Cynthia rubbing her big firm tits over my cock in between sucking me and gently licking my balls.
I must hold back as my cock is now like an iron rod as she works on it, blissfully unaware of the fact that she is about to get fucked by a big black dong before I get my cock into her. It is warming nicely, wrapped in a hot water bottle beneath the bed, waiting for its cue.
Eventually she comes up for air, and I get her to lay back so that I can go down on her.
Stealthily retrieving the dong, I slide between her lovely soft thighs, placing the dong under my stomach to keep it warm. My lips softly touch her moist perfumed pussy, she lets out a contented sigh as I ease my tongue in and tease her clit with the tip of my nose.
Nice and slowly now, I lap her hungrily until she is awash.
Now the moment of truth, I reach down and take hold of the big black cock that I have prepared for her. It's still warm to the touch, so no cold shocks for her!
