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Wife’s first Black Lover

17 years of not being naughty was broken with my wife’s first black man. I work as a photographer and this particular guy had modeled for me a couple of times.

“I still want to Model with that wife of yours if she is ever up for it.” He said after one session. He’d seen a picture of her in my studio.

A few weeks later he e-mailed me again suggesting that he would love to pose with my wife and that he thought she was a doll. That he preferred larger women over small petite ones! My mind started working, and I came up with the only idea I thought might work. She loves to watch male strippers, and we comment every time we see a performance, “Why don’t they take off the “G” string. Women get completely naked when they dance. Women really do want to see it all and they rarely get to see it.

So I emailed back and suggested that he should him pretend to be a client looking for promotional photos as a male stripper. I would then say to my wife that I had this enquiry at work to shoot a male dancer and would ask her if she knew of anyone that could help out by appearing in the foreground like a customer as he danced. She suggested herself of course, she went for it and a date was set up.

I chatted with him over email some more and we fretted over things we could do during his performance to loosen her up, get her wild and crazy and let her self go for sex with another man. It had been 17 years since her last experience. I told him about her turn on’s and how sensitive her neck were to kissing, and that she would get turned on really fast if he could loosen her up enough to get in some kissing. And especially deep French kissing.

The day came and all seemed to be going to plan. They met and got on really well. I put on some music to go with the shoot. She loves to dance, and they started dancing together almost immediately before I was ready to take the pictures. I posed a few situations, they got closer and before I knew it they were touching and kissing. My last posing situation was her facing him (he was naked at this point) with his hands on her ass. I said that’s a wrap and he then picked her up and laid her on the couch in the studio and began administering first aid, (looked like CPR except he didn’t come up for air lol).

After some more kissing and fumbling with her clothes. He mounted her missionary style and his big fellow entered her promised land, which no black man has ever entered, and no other fellow has been given comfort for many years. She seemed very pleased with his performance as she gasped for air while moaning with pleasure and making lustful facial expressions. He exited and gave her first aid again, they re-entered for a while. I watched in amazement. Then she sat on top of him where they sat for a while resting they he reentered her again and they started to fuck again. She was moaning about him going deeper and his thrusts got more frenzied. I then heard him gasp as he filled her with his ecstasy and I was able to capture his dripping exit and her flower dripping with his cream.

It was a fun experience for her, he thanked me and I let him know that he was welcome anytime to take her with or without me being present, as often as she would let him.

It didn’t take long for him to take me up on that offer. He invited my wife to his home one evening by herself. She was gone for hours and when she returned home with a big smile on her face, it was exciting for me to know that my wife had been naughty with another man, and her vulva and vagina was probably still wet. I saw some light bite marks on her neck and my penis was instantly hard. I was so happy and it reminded me that the good old days of 17 years before had returned.

She would always go dancing with a girlfriend and come home after the dance club closed. Sometimes 2 or 3 hours after it closed. I would be sleeping lightly and open one eye occasionally to see what time it was. My penis would be hard if she was not home at 2:15 am as I knew she had most likely met a man she liked, and was probably in heated foreplay. When I used to hear the back door open I would pretend to be asleep when she crawled into bed. She would lean over and say “I’ve been a good girl.” Then proceed to tell me about her lustful affair. I could smell the man on her body and loved to kiss and give oral praise to her as she told me about her heated adventure. By the time she finished recounting the hot sex with her last lover my penis was ready for action and I would enter her vagina. I loved the feeling inside her. She felt different, after sex with another man. I loved the way she felt, and the way she smelled. In our 37 years of marriage she has had 39 different lovers. Some friendships lasting more that 10 years.

Thanks for reading about us. We live in Portland Oregon e-mail fantasystudies@aol.com

Submitted by: Eugene - Portland, Oregon