My wife and I have been together for about six months and she's smoking hot! She's black, thirty years old, five feet-eight inches tall and has a smoking hot ass that you can't help but stare at. It doesn't go unnoticed by me that guys are always checking her out when we go to bars and clubs. Rather than get annoyed by all of the attention she gets, I find it a massive turn on that she has this sexual power over men and could pretty much do or have whoever she wanted.
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It was when we were out at the pub that a particular episode began. She told me a guy, Jack, had been messaging her, wanting to catch up and chat. She went on to explain that she had met Jack online, some fifteen years earlier, in a MSN chatroom and, although they had not met in person, he would periodically contact her and masturbate whilst chatting with her on the phone.
My mind had instantly started to race about all of the sexual possibilities that could open up...Why hadn't she met him? Would she meet up with him? Would she play with herself whilst chatting with him and, ultimately, would she have sex with him?
Although she said she wasn't interested in him, I couldn't help but wonder why, unless she was a little bit curious, she had stayed in contact with a guy for fifteen years when, clearly, he only wanted to have sex with her. After all, he was a guy who wanked as he chatted with her on the phone. I thought there was a large part of her that liked the power she had over him, and the fact he was in awe of her, actually turned her on. So, I probed a bit.
"Why haven't you ever met with Jack, in person?"
"Well, plans would get broken at short notice and other things came up. Periodically, we'd been dating other people so the timing was never right. And, I want you to know, I've never played with myself whilst he was masturbating," she told me.
Though she hadn't played with herself whilst he wanked, I could tell she was turned on by it!
"If he gets in touch with you, again, you have my blessings to 'go with the flow' and see what happens and where it leads. All I ask is that you tell me everything, afterwards!" I told her.
About a week later, we were sitting on the sofa, at home, and my wife was being rather affectionate. I instantly started to become hard when she kissed the back of my neck as her hand played with my cock through my tight fitting jeans.
"I've got something to tell you," she said.
"Yeah? What is it?" I asked, getting all breathless as my horny-self was becoming intoxicated by her.
"I spoke to Jack the other night," she said with the naughtiest smirk on her face that you could possibly imagine.
With that, my cock sprang up rock hard and nearly burst straight through my jeans. All at once, thousands of the dirtiest thoughts ran through my mind as I could only imagine what had been said. She may have had the appearance of being sweet and innocent but her body betrayed her with that smoking hot ass and 'all you can lick' nipples!
"Tell me everything!" I said like a boy during his first Christmas, surrounded by gifts, ready to unwrap.
"Well, he called me Thursday night saying he wanted to catch up and see how I was doing. He asked how things were going with our relationship and I told him things were going great. He asked me if had thought about meeting him over the years and I told him that I had."
She seemed slightly nervous to tell me that but I nodded.
