My Hotwife And Damon Ch 04

I poured myself a big bourbon on the rocks and looked at the clock. 6:16. I brought my glass up to take a sip, and marveled at the steadiness of my hands. For a man who was about to share his wife with another man, I was shocked that I wasn't trembling with nerves.

Damon texted Lisa about twenty minutes ago and told her that he would be at our house around 6:30. "Holy shit," I thought to myself, "I better go slow with this bourbon. This is going to be intense."

What will happen when he arrives? Where would he park? Jesus, what if the neighbors see him? The realities of what my wife and I were about to embark upon started stacking up in a frightening way. So much for my steady hands; my whole body was shaking, little tremors of fear and excitement.

After I opened a bottle of Lisa's favorite Paso Robles Cabernet, I walked to the bathroom to bring it to her. She looked...simply stunning. The red thong of her lingerie made her ass look delicious. The see-through, loose top accentuated her femininity while emphasizing her petite stature. With her long blond hair cascading down to her shoulders, she was "sexy" personified.

We kissed, neither one of us wanting to spoil the moment with words. After years and years of roleplaying, flirting, and talking, suddenly my wife was about to become a true HotWife; the moment was finally here! Just this morning, she left for our daughter's competition...just a typical morning in suburbia, typical husband and wife, typical life. Since then, she had made out with another man, a black man, and even sucked his dick! My gorgeous wife was finally opening up to her potential as a Hotwife, and I couldn't be happier!

I kissed her again. Wondering if she was thinking the same thoughts. "You know, I just had another guy's dick in my mouth like 2 hours ago," Lisa said. Bingo. We were on the same page.

"I know! I can't believe it! I love you even more, baby, and I didn't think that was possible." Certainly no exaggeration on my part, but I remembered all the advice and articles I had read online about encouraging one's HotWife, reassuring her, and more. With my wife so close to officially becoming a full HotWife, I was NOT going to drop the ball.

She smiled, her gorgeous, full, happy smile, and we kissed again. I grabbed her ass with both hands; I've always loved the smooth coolness of her butt, the softness of it. And another little tremor shook me as I thought about Damon's hands being on it shortly.

The doorbell rang. We looked at each other with a mix of shock and disbelief. My wife checked her phone; she showed me the feed from the ring doorbell. "That's him, baby. That's Damon. Will you let him in? I need a couple more minutes before I'm ready."

I put on my best show of force smile. "Of course. I'll get him a drink and we'll get to know each other."

Obviously, my mind was rioting; but again, I couldn't do or say anything to shake her mindset. I wondered to myself, "What does a guy say to the man that's going to fuck his wife? Do I ask how he liked her blowjob earlier? Jesus, just be cool, man. Calm down."

I walked to the front door and saw him standing on the other side. "Oh shit," I thought, as I opened the door, smiled, and shook his hand. He stepped into my home and I realized how big of man he was. Easily 6'3", he practically towered over my 5'9" height. I'm no slouch in the gym, but this guy was on another level. His long sleeved shirt stretched tightly around his arms. I could certainly see my wife was so attracted to him.

"Hey, Vic, right? Thanks so much for having me over. It's great to get out of the hotel and hang out in a real house, you know?"

Since I travel a lot for work, I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Damon, I know the feeling. Welcome in, man. What can I get you to drink?"

Turns out, Damon was also a bourbon man. I retrieved a big rock from the freezer and got him the same Blanton's that I was drinking. We touched glasses, took a drink, and just stood there.

"Well, this is a bit awkward." I said, and we both started laughing.

He asked, "Are you sure you're cool with all of this, Vic? You look a little nervous."

So, I told him. How we had wanted to do something like this for years, but how difficult it was to even get close to it happening. How much we roleplayed this exact scenario together, etc. But, most importantly, I told him how special this needed to be for Lisa. I brought us to this point by telling her about my sharing fantasy. From here on out, though, this was all about her. Her wants, desires, needs, and above all, pleasure.

Surprisingly, Damon got it. He nodded his head, serious. He reassured me about who he was, about how he had done this for a few 'newbie' couples in the past. He wasn't just trying to get laid; he found my wife as intoxicating and sexy and interesting as I did.

Suddenly, he stopped talking. His eyes looked past me and got wide. I turned to follow his gaze and my jaw dropped. Lisa had come out of the master bedroom, wearing only her red thong and sheer cover. She walked up to us and raised her wine glass, saying, "Here's to us, boys."

We all took a drink. She looked at me, smiled, and leaned in to kiss me. I started to speak, but she put her finger over my lips. The time for talking was over.

She put her glass down and turned to Damon. Once again, I marveled at her ass, its perfect, big roundness. She leaned in to Damon, he leaned down to her, and they started kissing. Slow, very slow at first. Lisa's hands were underneath his shirt; I caught glimpses of what surely was a 6 pack.

All of a sudden, urgency hit. My wife pulled off his shirt. The contrast of her pale skin with his darkness was jolting. Holy shit, her wedding ring was of course still on her hand, and her hand was running all over his body.

Damon bent down slightly and, sliding his hands under my wife's ass, he scooped her up. Her legs wrapped around him and they didn't stop kissing for a second. She pulled his head into hers, like she was desperate to feel him. "Bedroom" was all Lisa said in between kisses, so I stepped out of the way as Damon proceeded to walk with her wrapped around him into our bedroom.

I stood still, gathering myself for a moment. I heard them fall into the bed. They both laughed a little, but the intensity of what they were about to do was overpowering. I could hear fumbling, for lack of a better word. Then, suddenly, a metallic ding. Instantly, I knew it was his belt. My wife had loosened his belt, and now I could hear the shuffling of his jeans being removed.

Looking down, I realized that I was rock hard. My cock was straining to be free. The illicitness, the taboo-nature of what was occurring both punched me in the gut and had me totally revved up at the same time. The phrase "My wife is going to fuck him" repeated over and over in my head.

Slowly, I walked down the hall to join them in the master bedroom, and the phrase in my head switched to, "My wife is going to fuck a black guy." I lost my breath for a moment, honestly. Then, as I entered the room, my heart started racing at a whole new level.

My wife was laying on top of him, but her red thong was gone now. One of Damon's black hands was wrapped in her long blonde hair. My wife was holding her body up over him with one arm, so that her other hand could grab his dick. And holy shit, what a dick. I mean, I've seen porn, lots of porn. This thing was perfect. Its size compared to her forearm was surprising. I had to stop myself from wondering what my dick would look like next to his. My wife always enjoyed by 7", and said I was thick, but my dick was nothing like Damon's and not just because of the color!

Lisa turned to look at me; she had heard me enter the room. "Baby, are you ready? I want to ride him. Can I ride him for you?" Oh man, she always knew just what to say.

I couldn't speak though. My throat was dry and my brain was misfiring, so I just nodded my head. Lisa giggled, still looking at me as her left hand groped his shaft, her wedding rings sparkling even brighter in contrast with his skin. She swung her leg over him and rubbed his cock against her pussy's entrance, getting it wet with her juices so that she could accept this other man's dick inside of her.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her one hand still holding his dick and her other bracing her weight against his chest. His cock was notably bigger than our biggest dildo, so she had to get used to his size. She kept working herself up and then down again onto him, gaining just another half of an inch or so with each trip down.

When she finally got him all the way inside of her, a low, guttural moan and sigh of relief escaped her. She just sat there, eyes closed, and slowly rocked her hips back and forth on him. It was like she relished the fullness of having him inside of her and she just wanted to experience it.

"You ok, Lisa?" Damon's deep voice was jolting. "Oh, I'm more than ok." Now, Lisa started to resume her up and down motion on his big, black cock. She took it all the way inside her on each down stroke though. I couldn't believe how high up she had to lift herself in the air to get it so that just the tip of his dick was inside her. Then, she would slide down his shaft again, building up speed. Lisa loved the in and out, the fullness to emptiness to fullness and back again.

She really started picking up speed and her hips began to rotate. I knew that move; she was on the verge of an orgasm. I moved my gaze from where her pussy was milking his big cock and looked at my wife's face. Her beautiful face that always brings a smile out of me, that I love to kiss and hold. Now, her face was red, flushed, and I could see her sweat. Her hair was disheveled, and she ran her own hand through it, almost like she was caressing her head. Her other hand grabbed her tit, and I watched as Damon's hand joined hers. Of course, it was her left hand. That visual moment is frozen in my memory, perfectly preserved: my wife's wedding ring pressed into her naked white breast, Damon's dark black hand over top of hers, squeezing.

Then, my wife's orgasm crashed through. She yelled, moaned and shivered as she came on his cock. After about 30 seconds, she collapsed on top of him, thoroughly spent. Exhausted.

I stood there, my mouth open in shock. Damon stroked my wife's long hair and back. He had been quiet while she came, and I realized that he hadn't cum yet. I looked and confirmed it: his cock was still completely engulfed by my wife's pussy. Lisa realized it too, as her orgasm after-waves started to subside. She kissed him, and her hips started to rotate.

"Oh no, Lisa. It's my turn now." Damon said. In a flash, he flipped her over on to all fours and turned her so that she faced me. One of my biggest fantasies was about to come true. Damon entered her from behind and I watched as her eyes got large, she arched her neck and back, and exhaled in a pleasure as his cock filled her.

As he stroked in and out of her, Lisa alternated between looking at me and smiling to forgetting I stood there as she enjoyed Damon's fucking. I knew my wife was rolling from one orgasm to the next, just a quiet unending bliss that we achieved a handful of times together. Now, Damon's big dick took her to that rare place and she just lost all sense of her surroundings.

Damon started to really enjoy himself too, smacking her ass, reaching around to grab her tits and pull on her nipples. I noticed Lisa's hand slide down her body and I knew that she wanted his balls in her hand. God, I loved it when she grabbed my balls when we fucked doggiestyle, and I bet she knew Damon would too.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Damon pulled her back on to him with more and more force. Lisa loved it. "Oh fuuuuuck" she groaned.

"Yeah, Lisa. You like that, huh? Tell him. Tell Vic. Tell your husband how you like it."

She looked at me, and I swear she was confused for a moment. I think she had forgotten I was there! Then she smiled. "Oh baby. It's so good. So good. Damon. Damon. Oh. Oh."

"Is it better than you thought it could be, baby?" I asked. Stupidly.

"Oh, Vic. Oh. Why. Why did we wait. Why. Oh."

Damon just smiled. Cocky. But deservedly so. He stroked into my wife a few more times then paused. He looked at me, nodded, and slowly pulled himself out of Lisa. Her reaction was like a petulant child's. She pouted; that's the best way to describe it. "Where?" was all she said.

Damon grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back. He laid on top of her. "Here" was all he said, and I could tell by Lisa's reaction that he had slid his cock back inside of her.

My wife basically disappeared beneath his bulk. I could see her hair on the bed, her hands on his back, and her legs in the air. Damon started picking up speed. I thought "oh fuck" to myself, knowing what was next. Lisa always hated condoms, hated the feel of them, the fakeness. And she always told me how she loved the feel of my cock when it cums, loved how it got bigger and she could feel it throb inside of her.

She loved that with my cock, but she lost her mind with Damon's. As he told her that he was going to cum, she wrapped her legs around him and grabbed on to his hips and ass, pulling him as far into herself as she could.

With a roar that seemed to last for a minute, Damon came inside Lisa, inside of my wife, and Lisa rocketed to one last, huge orgasm herself.

They laid in bed together, Damon exhausted yet still on top of and inside my wife. Suddenly, the smell of sex overcame me. The room was rife with it. It was hot. My wife and her lover were still breathing heavily. I felt my heart still racing in my ears and realized I had barely been breathing. I didn't know what to do, where to go, feeling oddly uncomfortable and stiff as I realized that I was fully clothed as I stood in my bedroom.

All three of us started to laugh. Actually, Damon may have chuckled first, and that released the tension. Lisa quickly joined him as did I. Not a comedy movie laugh, just a relieved laugh, a 'wow' laugh, a 'holy shit that really happened' laugh.

Damon crawled up and off Lisa. I witnessed his now flaccid, but still incredibly long and thick cock, slowly exit my wife's pussy. Its blackness glistened in the dim light in the bedroom. I looked at my wife; she watched the same sight, then felt my eyes on her, turned to look at me, and smiled. It was a sheepish smile.

"Wow. You guys were incredible." I said.

Damon replied with, "Thanks for sharing her, Vic. Damn, your wife is a sexy woman. And so good in bed."

He started gathering his clothes. His prior experiences must have taught him that my wife and I needed time together. Because we did. He didn't get dressed; he just picked up his things and walked out of our bedroom.

"You're still wearing clothes?" My wife asked, laughing. I laughed with her. "Well, take them off and come reclaim me, husband."

Undressed in record time, I quickly joined my wife on the bed. I lay beside her, kissing her softly, delicately. She seemed worn out from her experience with Damon. Slowly, my fingers traced all over her body, her still-erect nipples, to her belly, to her legs. She was hot to the touch, and sweaty, like after an intense workout.

Lisa pulled me on top of her. "Please" was all she said. I lined up my dick with her entrance. As soon as it made contact with her, I was shocked. If her body was hot, her pussy was on fire! Easily, I slid into her. The sensations were overwhelming. Physically, the heat of her was insane but so too was the wetness. I knew it was a mix of her juices and his cum; quickly, I had to stop my inner voice's yell of "Gross! Another man's cum!"

So, there was a mental firestorm as well. Excitement that we finally did it; my wife was finally a HotWife! Fear that I may have started something that could easily run beyond my control. Taboo that I willingly watched my own cuckolding, that it came about because of my efforts and desires and my wife willingly joined in the adventure. So much more. Jealousy. Anger. Pride. Hurt. Love.

Above all, it was love and eroticism that overwhelmed me. That, and the new feel of her pussy, loose around my cock. I started thrusting and my wife pulled me close, grabbing on to my hips and ass just as she had grabbed onto Damon's and pulled me inside of her, as far as I could go. She whispered in my ear, telling me that she loved me, that she loved my dick, that she loved taking Damon's dick and would do so again if I wanted her to... and, at that point, I came. I came long and hard and shakingly, my most intense orgasm ever. As I slid to the side of my wife, she curled into me, cuddling.

So much ran through my head that I can't recall any coherent thought. I kissed my beautiful wife. She kissed me back. We told each other "Love you."

Shortly after, there was a knock on the still-open bedroom door. We both looked. Damon stood there, still naked. "Do you mind if I come back in?" I smiled at him and nodded my head. I understood. He had known that we would need this reconnection, this unity, after what had just occurred between him and my wife. But all of us knew that the night was just getting started.