I spend time with Curtis's son!
Introduction:
I love young men. I love their innocence, energy, their lust for life. I love how excited they get and how hard they stay. I love the embarrassment they experience if, and when, they cum too quickly; and I love how, with the slightest encouragement, they are hard and ready to go again after they cum.
But most of all, I love knowing that they will never forget the intimacy of their encounters with me and that they will be better, more considerate lovers after spending some time with me. In a very real sense, it is a gift I can give to them as well as a gift to every woman with whom they will be intimate in the future.
This is the story of one recent encounter I had with a wonderful young man named Sammie. He was the son of a very dear and intimate friend of both my husband's and mine. Sammie had just celebrated his 18th birthday when I first met him.
An interesting and unique aspect of this story is that my experience with Sammie came with the encouragement and approval of my husband Jim, and at the request of Sammie's father, Curtis.
Curtis was my boss, and he had become a good friend of my husband, Jim, since they both shared me several months earlier. Yes, over the past few months, Jim and Curtis discovered that they shared a great many interests; including, on occasion, me.
Curtis was a tall, well built and strikingly good looking black man. At 6 ft. 3 inches, Curtis had broad shoulders, large muscular arms and a large, thick penis that stretched my core to its limits.
You can read about the first time Curtis and Jim both fucked me repeatedly in my true story entitled 'Cuffed, but no key'. It is a very detailed (and mostly true) account of how I allowed my boss to enter me while my husband watched.
Yes, for some unexplainable reason, since before we were married, over twenty years ago, Jim has enjoyed exposing me, and on occasion actually lending me, to other men. If you want to understand the details of how my life as a 'hot wife' first began, read my story 'Exposing Cindy: Spring Break'. It is the factually accurate story of how Jim guided me into a lifestyle I never expected, do not fully understand, but enjoy nonetheless.
After my initial encounter with Curtis last summer, Curtis, Jim and I would get together occasionally, for an evening of dining, flirting and dancing that would often lead to Jim inviting Curtis to our home for some late night petting and 'no holds barred' sexual abandon.
In addition to the wonderful sex with these two men, I also have a strong emotional bond with both of them. Curtis is far more than a 'fuck buddy'. He is a close and trusted friend whom I actually love. But his story is not really about Curtis, it is about an unexpected request he made of me.
This story begins at Christmas, 2013, several months after Curtis and I were unexpectedly thrust into each others' arms. Curtis, Jim and I were enjoying each others' company over a dinner.
It had been over a month since Jim, Curtis and I had been together. I wanted to see Curtis before my boys returned home from college, which would definitely impede my ability to entertain my boss, and my very close friend, in our home. I went to dinner fully expecting to make love to both of my dates that evening.
Because of the taboo nature of a woman dining with her husband and her African American lover together, we would typically eat at elegant restaurants across town, in an area known as Sugarland, far away from where I lived in the Woodland, north of Houston.
By dining across town, I felt I was reducing the risk of running into those in Jim's and my social circle who would be overly curious about the two men, one of whom was a large black man, with whom I was dining and with whom I was flirting so shamelessly, and whose hands seemed to be touching my arms, shoulders and legs as we talked and laughed together.
I do not think anyone needed to be overly astute to watch the interaction between Curtis, Jim and me to conclude that both men seemed to think I 'belonged' to each of them, to be shared between them. I love the attention I get when I am with the two of them.
There was something very sexy, and highly arousing to me, to be escorted by my husband of twenty years, and this large, strikingly handsome and powerfully built black man, to whom I allowed very intimate privileges. I would feel a level of wicked excitement walking into a nice restaurant between my two men, holding each of heir hands, knowing that I caught stares from other women who were wondering about the nature of the relationship between me and my two lovers. I caught stares of disapproval and envy as the ladies looked at me in a state of disbelief that I was brazenly flaunting my two men.
I often fantasized that these women, who looked at me with scorn, knew that I would have both men inside me before my evening was over. I enjoyed knowing that while outwardly disapproving of me; many of the women who did so were actually jealous of the thought that I would be driven to ecstasy by these two men later tonight.
I imagined that many of these women were bigots who would outwardly scorn at the thought of me taking a black lover, but deep inside envied me being ravaged but a huge black cock.
As I said above, over the past few months, Curtis and I had become far more than sexually charged lovers; we became close and intimate friends. We confided in each other about many things, as friends do. Over dinner that particular evening, Curtis was lamenting the social ineptness and awkwardness of his only son, Sammie. It seems that Sammie was a eighteen year old high school senior who was a good student and a fair athlete but incredibly awkward around girls. Curtis indicated that Sammie was beyond being shy; he was actually scared of the opposite sex.
Sammie lived most of the time with his mother, Curtis's ex-wife, but spend many weekends with Curtis. Curtis's ex-wife was going to be out of the country over Christmas, and Sammie and Curtis were going to spend the entire Christmas break together.
Curtis was having a hard time connecting with his son. He indicated over dinner that Sammie seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time in the shower or in his room on the computer; time which Curtis was certain was actually time that Sammie spent jacking off repeatedly.
"If that boy doesn't learn to at least talk with women, he is going to spend his entire life 'spanking his monkey' alone in his room," Curtis announced with a mixture of concern and disappointment.
I said that I personally found it cute and appealing that his eighteen year old was shy to the point of being a bit afraid of the opposite sex.
Jim seemed to agree with Curtis, "Yeah, he needs to move from the fantasy of masturbation to the reality of discovering a woman. He will be headed off to college in a few months, and he needs to break out of his shell." Jim paused, sipped his drink and then continued, "What he needs is a gentle, caring experienced woman to bring him out of his shell."
Both men smiled broadly and looked directly at me. Immediately, I knew where this was headed. "Oh no you don't. Don't put this on me," I protested. "That would just be too weird, too... I don't know, too something. I don't do fathers and sons."
Both Jim and Curtis roared in laughter. Curtis responded, "No one is suggesting a threesome with my son involved, Cindy. Even I am not that depraved. But you could spend some time with him, help him to get over his shyness, build up his confidence, and teach him a bit of how to act and what to do."
I quickly looked around the restaurant to see is anyone at the adjacent tables was eavesdropping in on our intimate conversation. We did not seem to be attracting any unusual attention from our neighbors. I sat there silently, formulating my arguments why this was simply a bad idea.
There was a long silence. Then Jim interjected, "Honey, if one of our boys was struggling like this, who would you want to teach them?; a prostitute?; or a teenage girl who might mock them or hurt them if they did not get it right at first?; or someone who could understand and guide them, and would do it with care and kindness?"
Jim and Curtis were right. If either of my two sons had been overly shy, I would want someone who cared and understood to guide them through their first encounter... actually someone like me.
"But it would just be too weird." I protested, repeating myself but deep inside the concept appealed to me.
We spent the next hour discussing and debating whether I would accept this assignment and if I did, just what would it entail? In actuality, I realized early on that I would comply with Jim's desire for me to do this; after all, I always complied with Jim's requests. I just needed a little convincing.
Jim and Curtis finally got me to agree to spend some time with Sammie in a casual, non-threatening setting. It would be up to me, and Sammie, what the lesson would involve.
"Just so we are clear, I am not committing to do anything except spend some time with him, right? What are the boundaries, Curtis? If the situation seems right, and he and I are both receptive, how far would you like me to go here? What are you comfortable with?" I asked.
"I trust your judgment. I am comfortable with you and Sammie exploring anything you two decide to explore. Let's just say, if you would want someone in a similar situation to you giving this experience to your son then I am OK with you and Sammie doing it," Curtis said with a confidence and trust that flattered me.
After taking a long sip of wine and giving the matter a little more thought, I suggested a plan. "Okay, tomorrow is Thursday. Sammie is off for Christmas break this week. My sons do not get done with finals and come home until early next week. So we should have some time where we would not be disturbed. If Sammie is receptive to spending the day with me tomorrow, we will see what happens. No promises."
My pulse began to quicken and my vagina began to moisten at the very thought of what I was agreeing to do tomorrow. I continued, "Curtis, if Sammie is up for this, I want you to drop him off in the morning, and pick him up tomorrow evening. I want to spend an entire day with him, uninterrupted. And in case he and I decide to enjoy some holiday cheer to relax him a bit, I do not want to worry about him driving home with any alcohol in his system. Deal?"
Curtis agreed and said he would talk to his son and get back with me that evening. I made it clear that I did not want a night of debauchery with Jim and Curtis the evening before I had my time with Sammie. I wanted to be well rested, squeaky clean and attractive for my young student tomorrow morning. It occurred to me that I had not had an orgasm since the previous Friday. I should be ready and responsive for my student tomorrow morning. I wanted to have a 'sexual edge' for my young student.
I smiled to myself, silently thinking that by talking me into this, Curtis and Jim had actually talked themselves out of fucking me that night. The irony amused me. They seemed to be willing to make that sacrifice for my young 'understudy'.
I kissed Curtis goodnight at the restaurant table. wrapping my arms around his neck and taking his tongue into my mouth, much to the interest of the people around us. I wanted Curtis to go home with a little but of a hard-on and think about me that evening. I also wanted the old biddies sitting at the adjacent table, and who seemed to be aghast at my interactions with these two men, to have something to talk about tomorrow. Jim and I said goodnight to Curtis, excused ourselves, and we headed across town towards home.
