That Tuesday Claire and I headed off to work as normal. I knew it would be a crazy day of meetings and people needing my time. You know, one of those days you never quite get under control.
Just before 5 p.m., I was about to head into my last meeting of the day, when I saw my phone light up with Jason’s name. My pulse immediately quickened and my muscles tensed. I could calmly deal with all kinds of stress at work, but seeing this guy’s name on my phone gave me a huge mix of angst and adrenaline.
After over twenty years of loving monogamy, Jason was the guy we’d chosen to be Claire’s partner as we entered the wife-sharing lifestyle. We’d met him for the first time last Thursday. In six short days, our experiences with him had touched real highs and lows, turning our world upside down.
We were totally new to this lifestyle and felt Jason had taken advantage. Some of the things Jason had led Claire to do had hurt me deeply. Apologies had been given and accepted, from both Jason and Claire. And as the weekend we spent with Jason progressed, my hurt diminished and gradually I started to enjoy the eroticism of this new lifestyle.
I hesitated, hoping Jason would ring-off. I didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with this now. This was work, and I needed to concentrate, not be dealing with personal complications.
But the phone carried on ringing, so with considerable trepidation, I hit accept.
“Jason. How are you?” I said, trying to sound calm.
“I’m fine, man. Are you okay Neil? Are you both okay?”
His asking after Claire caused an immediate reaction in me, but I tried to be calm.
“We’re both fine Jason, thanks for asking. Don’t take this the wrong way Jason, but to what do I owe the pleasure?”
There was a pause at Jason’s end.
“Well Neil man, I was thinking it would be good to meet up. Just you and me. You know, talk about things. I know you and Claire are pretty new at this game. And I still feel bad about some of the stuff last Thursday. I was thinking we could meet up for a drink after work tonight. You know, talk ‘man-to-man’,” and then his voice trailed off as he waited for an answer.
He’d really put me on the spot here. And I had to rush for my meeting.
“Look, Jason, honestly, I need to think about it a bit. I’ve got a meeting now. Let me think about it, and then I’ll drop you a text or give you a call. I just need to think a little. Is that okay?”
“Sure man, that’s fair. I’ll wait for you to get back to me. Speak to you later,” Jason’s deep voice replied, and then he ended the call.
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During that last meeting, I really struggled to concentrate. Luckily Steve, my number two, handled much of it. But I did get some funny looks from colleagues. During the meeting, I considered my current thoughts and feelings about Jason.
By her own admission, Claire had drawn close to Jason through the intense weekend we’d shared. In her words, there was a connection between them. A connection which both scared and excited me.
As the meeting dragged, I started wondering about where Jason and I stood. Jason and I had been through a real roller-coaster ride. There was all the shit he’d pulled on me on Thursday night. When he’d encouraged Claire to break all the rules. And then how he’d taunted and humiliated me with those clandestine Facetime calls he’d made. Forcing me to hear Claire telling me how great Jason was in bed, and that his love-making was better than mine.
But after he’d apologized for the stuff he’d pulled and the things that had been said. And some strange bond started to slowly form between us, as we were almost co-conspirators in the pleasuring of my beautiful wife over the rest of that intense weekend. Don’t get me wrong, this guy wasn’t suddenly my best buddy. The whole Thursday night deal was still festering away. I still had a helluva lot of unresolved pain and hurt from what Jason had done Thursday.
then we’d spent the rest of the weekend together. And I’d gotten to know him a little and to realize he seemed an okay guy. We’d discovered we were both Brooklyn Nets fans. We talked about our recent fourteen-point loss to our arch-enemies, the Knicks. And then we’d bonded while happily watching the Knicks losing both of their weekend matches, to the Celtics and Raptors. This was made even better when our beloved Nets beat the Phoenix Suns on Saturday, right after we’d laughed at the Knicks losing to the Raptors.
Claire had told me something of the pain Jason had been through when he and his wife lost their elder son and had then split-up, because of the difficulty of dealing with the loss. Of course, I felt sorry for the guy and it did reduce my unresolved anger towards him a little.
As the meeting ended and I watched Steve return to his office, I was relieved to be by myself. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up call history and called Jason.
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It was just before seven when I found the bar in Brooklyn. As most short guys will tell you, from an early age you can develop a habit of being physically intimidated by guys as big as Jason. And, however successful you might be, and however big your salary or your home, it’s difficult to shake these deep-rooted behaviors sometimes.
But I tried my best to not be physically intimidated by the guy. I puffed myself up a little, lowered my voice and put my hand on his shoulder with feigned confidence.
“Hi, Jason, how ya doing?” I greeted him, with superficial confidence.
I was in his world. Manhattan was my world. With the math quants and Ivy-leaguers. I was at home there. But this was Jason’s territory.
“I’m good Neil. I’m good,” he said. “Thanks for coming. I know you’re probably whacked. I know you banking guys start really early.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s fine. Actually, I’m glad you called. I think you’re right, you and I could do with having a talk after everything that happened at the weekend.”
I’d not meant this as an aggressive statement. But something in the tone of my voice, or maybe Jason’s guilt, made him respond with a pained look.
“Yeah. I’m sorry about that man. I’d really had a bad day, and I was so into Claire. I kinda let things get away from me. Behaved like a jerk. I totally forgot you guys are newbies. Is everything ok between you? I know for some couples, there can be a bit of a ‘hangover’, with bad shit coming out afterward.”
Jason looked awkward as he said this. His apology and awkwardness seemed genuine.
“No, we’re fine. But thanks for asking.” As I looked at this man mountain in front of me, I decided to open up a little about the conversation Claire and I had on Monday night.
“Claire and I have talked a lot, but we’re in a good space now. And we decided we’d like to meet up on a regular basis if that’s okay.”
Jason’s big smile told me he was extremely ‘okay with it.’
“I’ll take that as a yes then!” I teased him, breaking into a matching smile, and glad the tension was broken.
Jason carried on smiling, and then for some reason, a cloud descended on his face. He grasped his glass and looked deep into it, before looking up at me with a serious expression.
“After what I did on Thursday, I thought I wouldn’t hear from you or Claire again.”
Hearing his guilt-ridden tone, I shared a little more of Claire and my feelings. “Jason, you know some of the stuff was really painful for me. You know that. But aside from that, we found most of the weekend incredibly exciting. I loved seeing Claire enjoying herself so much. And I loved watching. But yeah. We had a few heart-to-hearts before deciding to carry-on going.”
Another deep look into his glass before his serious face turned to mine. “Neil man, I’ve been doing this thing for a while. Since me and Hannah split. You have to be careful in this lifestyle. You have to keep talking. You have to make sure you don’t let anything, or anyone, get between you and your lady. Otherwise, what started as a good thing can really quickly become a bad thing. However much you love each other.”
Looking at Jason, I knew his advice was both true and well meant. And then Jason started opening up about himself a little more.
“Neil, Claire’s probably told you how I split up from my wife after we lost a child. Because of that, despite the jerk I might have been, I’d never do anything to really hurt another couple’s marriage. Some guys get a kick out of the stuff I pulled on Thursday. After what me and Hannah went through, I’d never forgive myself if I caused another couple to suffer.”
“I get it, Jason. It’s good to know. And, it does help put my mind at rest.” And after such a serious conversation, I tried to lighten the mood a little.
“It’s good for me to know you’re not after Claire for yourself! Seeing how she was with you on Thursday, when the two of you couldn’t take your eyes off each other. You can understand why a husband might feel insecure!”
Jason grinned.
Something possessed me to share more with Jason. “I don’t why I’m telling you this, Jason, but from the first, I knew Claire would choose you from all of the ads.”
Jason smiled, trying not to look too conceited. “Thanks, man.”
I was about to add something, but Jason stared telling me what he thought about Claire. “I’m really glad she did choose me, man. You’re a really lucky guy Neil, you know that? Claire’s one helluva woman. She’s beautiful and classy. She’s sweet and kind, with a great sense of humor. And to top it all, those titties … and those long legs and ass … I thought I’d died and gone to heaven!”
To be sitting in a bar in Brooklyn hearing another man talking about Claire in that way was bizarre, but it also felt incredibly exciting. I’d never talked to anyone about Claire in this way. Sure, I’d talked to plenty of friends about how beautiful and sweet and smart Claire was. But with my conservative upbringing, I’d been taught to never talk about women in such a sexual way. And it felt good to be sitting here in a sports bar with Jason discussing Claire in such a sexual way. To be discussing her ass, and long legs and ‘titties’. To be discussing them with a man who had enjoyed all three. A man whose upbringing made it the most natural thing in the world for him to sit there and describe how great my wife’s body was. And how he’d enjoyed it.
I guess this was exactly the kind of ‘guys locker room talk’ that I’d never really been part of back in High School and college. And it felt good to be ‘one of the cool kids’, albeit thirty years too late!
I felt like we were a couple of grinning adolescents as we discussed Claire’s charms.
Jason had to pay a visit to the restroom, and while he was gone suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking about bringing Jason back to our place tonight.
The idea felt good to me. A world away from the painful Thursday night memories. This time, I’d be the one in control. It wouldn’t be the pain and angst of another man ‘taking’ Claire from me. It would be the opposite. It would be me ‘giving’ Claire to another man. And giving her to him for the pleasure of all three of us.
A little bit of me worried about bringing Jason to our home. He didn’t know where we lived. But we’d spent the whole weekend at his place! So my nervousness seemed hypocritical to say the least.
When Jason returned, I told him my idea and he was all in favor. I warned him I’d need to check it with Claire first, as she’s often busy with school work in the evening.
Jason winked at me, picked up my phone and handed it to me. “No time like the present, Neil.”
With shaking fingers, I called my Claire.
Claire picked up. “Hi, honey. I wondered where you’d got to. I was just about to send out a search party to look for you!”
“Yeah, sorry honey. Something came up.”
That was the easy bit of the conversation. I was more nervous about the next bit.
“Claire honey, Jason called and asked to meet for a talk. We’ve had a couple of beers and a great talk. And I was just wondering, would it be okay with you if I brought him back with me tonight?”
I don’t know if she was intentionally teasing me, or was genuinely trying to make up her mind, but it seemed to take Claire an age to answer.
“I am kinda busy preparing some activities for the kids tomorrow.”
I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me, but thankfully Claire was only half-way through her answer.
“But I guess, if you promise to get up early in the morning and help me before you go off to work, then I could finish it then.”
She’d been playing me. She’d never had the slightest intention of saying no to my suggestion. She just wanted to wind me up. This felt good and exciting. Claire and me playing together. Me offering Claire to Jason. Me in control. Jason gestured for me to hand him the phone.
“Hey, Sugar. Did you miss me?”
I couldn’t hear the answer, but I could guess.
“Yeah, me and Neil had a great talk. Everything’s cool. I was just going to ask you to put something sexy on, for the two men in your life. You know, something that shows off that wonderful body of yours. Something to cheer up a couple of tired working men!”
I could hear the sound of Claire’s giggle, even over the background noise in the bar.
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The journey seemed to last an eternity, but eventually, we arrived.
I unlocked the door and called out. “Hi, baby, where are you?”
“I’m here in the lounge,” Claire shouted back. I headed into the lounge and wrapped Claire in my arms and kissed her passionately.
I smiled wickedly at her. “I brought you some take-out from Brooklyn. I hope you like it.” And with that, I moved to one side so Jason could take Claire and envelope her in his huge black arms. He physically picked Claire right up off her feet. Their mouths were immediately open, their tongues probing and dueling in their hunger for each other.
Jason then put Claire back down, and she looked across at me. “Thanks, baby. I love you, sweetheart.”
Claire then pushed her big boobs out and twirled around so we could enjoy the dress she’d chosen for Jason.
Jason gave a long wolf-whistle. “Daddy likes. Daddy likes very much,” Claire may have been ten years older than Jason, but his desire to touch, caress and posses my wife’s body was clear. It oozed from every pore of his tattooed, six-ft, five-inch frame.
Claire’s dress was a sleeveless blue denim mini dress, with a deep V cut front, which meant much of Claire’s succulent boobs was on display. It also had straps below the bust which accentuated the size of Claire’s boobs.
She looked amazing in that dress, not the typical elementary school teacher. And a strange part of me was pleased that, although I’d bought the dress for my enjoyment, Claire was now using it to flaunt her charms for another guy.
Jason turned to me smiling. “You’re a lucky fucker, Neil. You’ve kept this hot little body all to yourself, all these years.”
With a lecherous grin, he continued. “Neil, would it be okay with you if I take your hot little wife upstairs and give her some of this,” he said, clutching the huge bulge in his pants.
I was incredibly aroused. I wanted us all to head upstairs, and to watch as Jason had his way with my beautiful wife. Claire’s trance-like expression told me how hungry she was to feel Jason’s hands on her body again. To feel him sink his huge black cock deep into her body.
As we’d talked in the bar, Jason had told me there can often be bumps along the way in the wife-sharing lifestyle. But tonight felt good, and I didn’t care.
Jason scooped Claire up in his strong arms as if she weighed nothing and then strode up the stairs. Claire’s pale arms hung tightly around his muscular neck, in a gesture of submissiveness. When he reached the top of the stairs, Jason turned and asked, “Hey Neil, which bedroom? Some guys get pissed or all excited if I do their woman on their marriage bed! Which are you? The guest room … or something a little kinkier?”
Shit. He knew how to press my buttons. I was incredibly excited already. But the thought of Jason taking Claire on the bed where she and I made love and slept was so hot.
“Do her in our bedroom, Jace!”
Jason laughed, “Your wish is my command. I’ll be happy to remind your little lady of what a brotha can do for a sexy married fox like her.”
He turned left and carried Claire into our bedroom, placing her gently at the end of the bed. “What do you think Neil, shall we get your sexy wife out of all of these clothes? Seems a shame to cover such a great pair of titties and wonderful ass!”
I just smiled and nodded my head. Jason just pulled Claire’s mini-dress up and over her head. She stood there in front of this towering African American, naked except for her heels and very damp panties.
Like me, Jason noticed the dampness of Claire’s pretty blue panties. Looking at Claire like a wolf looks at a lamb, he chuckled, “See how wet she is Neil? Good job you invited me home tonight, or I think she’d have half killed you, man!”
Claire was so excited she was almost hyperventilating, which made her large breasts rise and fall in an incredibly enticing way. I planned to watch mainly, but her tits looked so good I walked past Jason and started squeezing and playing with them.
Jason gave a mock protest, “Hey man, what ya doin’ with my woman.” Before smirking, “Knock yourself out man!”
Despite her extreme arousal, Claire blushed at Jason’s crude comment. She’s always been self-conscious about her big boobs, but tonight she had two guys who were determined to enjoy them.
Still squeezing Claire’s boobs, I leaned over and kissed her passionately. From her kiss, I could tell how excited she was. I broke the kiss to whisper in her hear. “You want him bad, don’t you honey! Tell me how bad you want him. I want to know.”
Claire looked at me, her pupils dilated, nervously chewing her lip. “Honey, I’m sorry, I really do want him sooooo badly. I need to feel Jason inside me again. Sorry honey.”
“Hey baby, don’t apologize. There’s nothing to say sorry for. I know how bad you want him. That’s why I brought him here. I want you to have him.”
Claire smiled at me with a mix of nervousness and love. “Thanks, baby. I love you. I really wish there was something I could do for you, honey.”
I kissed her softly. “I’m fine. Just knowing how much fun you’re going to have, and being able to watch Jason and you together, that’s more than enough for me baby.”
I gently brushed Claire’s matted hair away from her eyes and said my last words to her. “I’m going to enjoy every minute of watching you and him together. You make an awesome couple together, and I’m going to love watching.”
With those parting words, I kissed Claire and gave her nose a playful tweak, which is a special little sign we sometimes use between us. Claire smiled at this little gesture. A link and safety line to the more normal part of our lives.
With that, I sat and watched as Jason started disrobing. I was again struck by just how much of his ripped torso was inked. There were tattoos with names, and crosses and cartoons and all kinds of other stuff. I swear, this guy had more ink than skin.
As he stripped, Jason’s huge black dick sprang into view. He was so hungry for Claire that there was pre-cum glistening at the top of his uncut cock. With his huge cock bobbing in front of him, Jason closed in on Claire as a stallion readies himself to cover a mare. My wife was no longer looking at Jason’s impressive physique, she only had eyes for the huge cock she was about to accept into her body again.
And for the next half hour, I sat back discretely playing with myself and watched a beautiful scene of erotic sex. Jason gently lowered Claire down so her feet were still on the floor, but her back was flat on the bed. He then stepped between Claire’s splayed legs and lowered his own torso. As he did this, Jason’s well-defined pecs brushed and then squashed Claire’s big boobs. A split-second later Claire felt his mouth on hers, and Claire grasped either side of Jason’s handsome head and tenderly held him there as they kissed.
They kissed softly, gazing into each other’s eyes. Claire then took the initiative. She gently grasped Jason’s massive dick and slowly rubbed it up and down her love lips. She did this two or three times, each time lingering to let his sizeable glans rub over her little bud. She was telling her man she was ready to accept him into her tight body again.
Jason smiled lovingly at my wife, “Tell me what you want Claire. Neil and me want to hear you say it, baby.”
There was no malice or ill-will in his voice. He was just adding to the eroticism of the game the three of us were playing.
‘I want you. I want you inside me, Jason,” my beautiful forty-three-year-old wife declared with simple honesty.
And Jason slowly lowered his hips. Claire sighed with contentment as she received her lover’s over-sized cock. I could see from my wife’s blissful expression just how much she was enjoying being so completely possessed by her well-hung black lover.
Claire’s eyes were closed all the time, as Jason sank inch after inch deep into my wife’s body. But when he was fully embedded, all ten-inches in Claire’s tummy, my wife opened her eyes. “Jason baby, that’s amazing. You’re so big, darling. You make me feel so good down there. I feel so full. It feels so wonderful to be just full of you”
Claire and Jason were gazing at each other as my wife told her lover how great it felt to be so thoroughly possessed by him. And as they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, I knew they were again barely aware of my presence. They were so wrapped up in each other. But I didn’t feel bitter or upset. Maybe a bit jealous, but this just seemed the natural way, as my wife was sharing such an intimate moment with this man. I remember, she’d told me many times before how intimate it is for a woman to physically have a man in her body. And that was the intimacy Claire and Jason were sharing. It was no wonder Claire had forgotten me at that moment, and only had eyes for Jason.
And this beautiful but contrasting couple moved as if one, as their love-making started up. Their mouths were soon locked together in that most close and personal of bonds. And Jason’s muscular black ass rose and fell, with all the power and regularity of some mechanical device. Causing Claire to moan, her moans even being audible through their locked mouths.
As Jason’s hips continued their plundering and possession of my wife, I thought about approaching the bed and involving myself in some way. But it struck me as wrong. This was an intimate and special moment for Claire and Jason. I’d have my involvement and fun later. For now, I was just happy to watch the lovers, enjoying the delights of each other’s bodies.
Claire soon climbed through her first climax, and Jason just held her close and covered her mouth with kisses, as my wife went up, and up – and then slowly returned to earth.
As Claire’s eyes opened after her cum, she smiled tenderly up at Jason, stroked his face and mouthed a simple ‘thank you’. Jason said nothing, but just returned Claire’s tender look. Seeing them like this reminded me of the long conversation Claire and I had about the closeness and connection between the two of them. Seeing this closeness at such close quarters made my cock harder still, at the same time as a knot of jealousy tore into my stomach.
The pace of Jason’s deep thrusts had slowed right down as he let Claire recover. But now she was recovered, the pendulum rhythm of his black ass started slowly building up again until he was taking Claire with rapid, deep thrusts. I marveled that such a deep penetration by such a large object wasn’t painful for my beautiful wife. But her expression told me it was anything but painful. She was enjoying Jason’s thick, stretching cock penetrating her, to twice the depth she’d been used to these last twenty odd years.
And barely four or five minutes after her first cum, Claire was climbing ever higher again. The signs were clear from the shortening of her breath and the way she clung even tighter to Jason’s body as he thrust at her fast and deep.
Earlier my mind had conjured the picture of a stallion covering a mare, as Jason with his big bouncing cock had approached Claire on our bed. And this same mental picture returned as Jason brought Claire up and over the mountain-top for a second shattering orgasm. Claire came again, with such squeals and sobs I was afraid she’d wake the neighbors.
Jason was a real master cocksman. He’d fucked my beautiful Claire to two shattering orgasms and there had been no sign he himself needed release. But as he started building up speed again, I sensed this time he’d allow himself to complete the stallion’s job, as nature intended. His body seemed a little tenser. And he was driving into Claire with a little more vigor and depth. All of this told me he was readying himself to seed my wife.
Without breaking stride, he turned to me and asked, “Neil man, whose call is it, where I cum? Do you want to make the call, or do you want Claire to decide?”
Shit, I wanted to shout out, to tell this black stallion to finish his job and shoot in Claire, to ‘cover’ her as she so desperately wanted. But I realized it would be far more erotic to get Claire to make the call. I was pretty sure I knew what she’d decide. But rather than make the call for her, I wanted to hear my sweet wife declare to both Jason and myself exactly what she wanted. That would be so hot.
“Claire’s call, Jay,” I said in a shaking voice.
Claire seemed lost in another world. Her legs wrapped tightly around the small of Jason’s back. Her arms were around his shoulders, lest anyone should tear him away. Her eyes were shut, as she panted and moaned, announcing she was close to a third orgasm. Jason slowed his moves and gently tried to bring Claire back into this world so they could talk.
“Claire baby, I can’t hold off much longer. Neil and me want to know where you want me to finish. Do you want me to push all my seed into your womb, or shall I cum over your tummy?”
Claire had been so out of it from Jason’s blissful fucking of her body, it took her some time to come down to earth and understand the question.
When she’d finally rejoined planet earth and understood the question, she looked over at me with a look of pure love and affection. “Neil baby, is it ok if I let Jason cum in your pussy?”
I think Claire was too out of it to have deliberately played word games. But her use of the words ‘your pussy’ caused my cock to twitch and my bittersweet jealousy to return.
‘My pussy’ sounded good. Claire was still my woman. But didn’t that just double up on the bittersweet pain of what she’d just requested? She was asking me to allow another man to cum in ‘my pussy’. Which, if I agreed, would mean it would no longer be my pussy. It would be Jason’s pussy.
Shit! But I knew I’d say yes. I’d say yes because I knew it was what Claire wanted. And I’d say yes because it was definitely what the addict within me wanted.
This time, I did get up from my chair and approach our marital bed where Jason and Claire were in residence. I stroked my beautiful wife’s sweaty brow, bent to kiss her and whispered to her, “That would be so hot baby. If my naughty little wife would take her black lover’s seed deep inside her married body, shooting it all the way into the womb that had given me two daughters. So hot baby!”
Claire gave me a weak smile, and just about had the strength left to return my tender kiss, and then she lay back down and let Jason have the only part of her he’d not already possessed tonight.
I stayed by the bed, holding Claire’s hand as Jason and she kissed, with an intensity born from how close Jason was to cumming. And as they kissed and looked deep into each others’ eyes, Jason roared loudly and shot his seed deep into my wife. Claire clung tightly, shaking violently through yet another orgasm.
I’d forgotten just how it looked as Jason climaxes. His ass twitched and his buttocks contracted, as I saw him push himself just a little bit deeper into my wife. As I watched this amazing spectacle, I was grateful for the morning-after pill Claire’s new contraceptive pills weren’t yet effective in preventing a little mixed-race baby.
The lovers slowly came down from their shared high. And Jason then moved them up from the foot of the bed where they’d fucked, to a position where they could lay together, kiss and share those special moments. Seeing them propped up on their elbows, facing each other like a black and white mirror of contentment, I suddenly felt a little bit surplus to requirements.
They were just content to look into each others’ eyes, occasionally sharing a soft kiss, each just looking at the other. I wondered if they even knew I was here. There was something pleasurably masochistic in the thought of leaving them alone. And so, I quietly got up from the armchair I’d been watching from and moved quietly to stand behind my wife’s back. As she still gazed longingly at her new lover, I reached over and kissed my wife on the cheek.
I whispered in her ear, “Take your time my love, enjoy the moment, I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready, but no hurry.” Giving Claire a second soft kiss to let her know I really was fine with things.
As I walked around the end of the bed, Claire momentarily stopped gazing at Jason. Just long enough to give me a tender, loving smile and to mouth the words ‘I Love You.’
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As I left our master bedroom, I quietly closed the door behind me, smiling to myself as I left a small gap so that I could still look through and hear Claire and Jason if I chose. I wanted to give them their privacy for a while. It seemed the right thing. But I wasn’t quite ready to give up the pleasure of secretly observing and listening if the mood took me. Such is the lot of a husband with a budding voyeur and wife-watching kink. I wanted to give Claire and her new man their privacy, but at the same time, I wanted to share their privacy. Go figure!
Having left the room, I then waited a while in the hallway, happy that with the way their heads were pointed, Claire and Jason were unlikely to spot me. As I lurked outside and looked onto their bed through the gap between door and frame.
For several moments, the picture was unchanged. Claire and Jason just remained propped on their elbows, gazing longingly at each other. And then Claire spoke.
“That was amazing Jace,” she declared, reaching out to touch her lovers’ face as she gazed at him.
This was the first time I’d heard Claire use the shortened ‘Jace, instead of ‘Jason’. And this small symbol of another step forward in their closeness caused another knot in my stomach. I loved it, but it hurt. A motto that was fast becoming my adopted anthem.
Jason smiled at the compliment, and replied, ‘I’m so glad we could get together tonight Claire baby. Since you left my condo, I’ve been climbing the wall, waiting to be able to get together again.”
Claire gave a little, coy smile, enjoying the power she seemingly held over this huge bear of a man who was ten years her junior, and who could have his pick of women. “I know, lover. I was so glad when Neil rang and said he was bringing you over. It seemed forever, waiting for you to arrive after that call.”
Jason leaned in, his hand now behind Claire’s neck as he pulled her in for the softest and tenderest of kisses. Happy to have shown his feelings to Claire and tasted her lips, he pulled back, so they could again look into each others’ eyes. The silence returned. They obviously didn’t need the help of words to say what they wanted to each other. They just enjoyed this quiet intimacy, that comes after a man and a woman have been physically united.
This time I decided to give them their privacy for real, and I quietly padded down our hardwood stairs to the lounge. I went as quietly as I could, as I didn’t want the lovers to know I’d remained, silently watching their growing closeness. But as I’d told both of them before, their closeness was both hot, and painful to me at the same time.
I poured myself a drink, and sat in my favorite armchair, turning it so I could enjoy the view out onto the quiet tranquility of our garden. My wife was upstairs, in our marital bed, with another man. But it felt okay. Jason and I had made our peace. And tonight, it had been me who had invited him into our home, and into our bed. Something given is a million times better than something taken, and that’s how I felt about the couple upstairs in bed at that moment.
I couldn’t hear any sounds coming from upstairs. I was pretty sure the lovers were talking, but their words were too quiet for me to hear. I savored my drink and contemplated the strange pain and pleasure of my situation. Here I was, a successful man soon to hit fifty, blessed with a beautiful wife six years my junior. A wonderful woman, the real deal with a loving heart, great looks, and a sexy body. And rather than be upstairs on this cold November evening, making love to her, I’d given her to another man for the evening. A man much younger and more virile, able to please in her ways I never would.
It was a weird and kinky thought. But I felt comfortable with it, knowing Jason might have Claire’s body, but I had her love. And the truth is, I was more than comfortable with it. As my choice meant this wonderful woman, who’d loved me all these years, got to enjoy amazing sex with her well-hung African American lover.
These contented musings were interrupted when I heard a gentle cough, and I looked up to see Claire standing to the side of my chair. I was so lost in my thoughts I’d not seen or heard her come down, or enter the lounge. She was naked and looked tired but contented, as she lovingly looked at me.
My beautiful wife sat side saddle on my lap, wrapped her arms possessively around my shoulders and kissed me. “Thanks, honey. Thanks for letting me have that.”
At that moment I recalled how it was Claire’s initial interest in big cocks, and especially big black cocks, which had sparked this whole life change for us. My interest had only come a little later when I’d seen how fascinated Claire was by it. And I also recalled how, from day one, it had been clear she’d choose Jason to be her lover. And the infatuation and special connection there had been right from the start.
Feeling the warmth of Claire’s body on mine, and enjoying the feeling of her arms possessively draped around my shoulders, I kissed this wonderful woman. “Don’t mention it, honey! That’s what it’s all about, your pleasure.”
Claire smiled in acknowledgment before a grin broke on her lips. “My pleasure, but also my naughty husband’s kinky pleasure, watching me with a big black man, deep in my body!”
I grinned like a fool. “Yes, that too.” And Claire hugged me close, as we shared some much-needed humor after all the evening’s erotic intensity.
With Claire hugging me tightly, her big boobs were now crushed against my chest. Enjoying the wonderfully soft, spongy feel of her 36-Cs against my own skin, I couldn’t resist. I reached out and lifted one of her boobs to feel it’s full weight. Claire knows I love her big boobs, and she just smiled as she felt my hand weigh and squeeze her. I wanted to roll her nipples, to hear the contented moan she always gives when I roll and tweak her sensitive teats. I wasn’t disappointed, as my beautiful wife closed her eyes and moaned softly. Maybe it wasn’t as great as the shattering climaxes she’d just enjoyed with Jason, but it felt good to be back. To be the man giving pleasure to the woman I loved.
I continued to weigh her tit, and roll her hardening nipple for a while, and then I had an urge to explore Claire’s pussy. To see the evidence from the recent ravishing it had received from Jason’s ten-inch monster. I stood up with Claire now in my arms and moved to put Claire on the large sofa. I dropped between her knees so I could be close to her pussy, to get a good look. Claire immediately looked a little embarrassed, covering her trimmed pussy with a hand and a show of modesty. I smiled inwardly. It was a little late for such a display of modesty. Gently pulling her hand away, with masochistic pleasure I looked at the source of Claire’s embarrassment. I felt jealousy and arousal as I gazed at her previously tight and neat pussy.
Jason’s monster had definitely done its damage. Claire’s previously snug and tight love lips were puffy and distended. Still lewdly formed in the shape of a large ‘O’, even though Jason was no longer in her body. And Jason’s seed was clearly bubbling up and slowly seeping out of Claire.
Claire and I looked at each other, her expression still embarrassed, as if to say ‘sorry honey, but I did warn you!’ And then a weird idea entered my head. Should I go down on Claire and clean her out, taste their mixed juices. When Claire and I had role-played and fantasized, this had never been something I’d even thought about. It just wasn’t even on my radar as something erotic. When I’d read about it in stories, I’d thought it rather gross. But now I was confronted by the reality of my beautiful wife’s well-used pussy, oozing with Jason’s potent seed, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head.
I tried to push the idea away. I think deep down I worried it was vaguely homoerotic, or that Claire would think less of me. But the idea had taken root. And so, with a shaky voice, I looked and Claire and asked, “Honey, would you be ok if I go down on you?”
I don’t know why, but it seemed like I should ask Claire’s permission. After all, it was her pussy, and it was her lover’s seed bubbling away, and I was her husband. So it seemed necessary to ask her, as everything belonged to her.
“You really want to do that darling?” came her nervous answer, the tone of her voice telling me how surprised she was.
I paused for a moment and then kissed her softly to re-connect, before smiling and telling her, “Yes honey, I do. I don’t know why, but I think it would be really hot to taste you and Jason. To kiss and soothe your battered pussy.”
And then a thought occurred to me, and I grinned and lightened the mood. “After all darling, as I gave you Jason, it’s almost as if I put it there in the first place! It’s like I’m cleaning up after myself!”
Claire and I giggled and shared a moment. (As a teacher of second graders, Claire was always telling me how she had to tell the kids to ‘clean up after themselves’. Like me, both our girls were untidy and needed the same nagging as the second graders. And so ‘cleaning up after yourself’ had become a bit of a family joke. But now the meaning was far kinkier than ever before.)
Claire blushed, kissed me and then teased me, “Come on then big man, put your money where your mouth is!” And she opened her legs a little wider, the invitation clear.
I hesitated. I’d gone down on Claire thousands of times. I loved orally making love her to sweet pussy. I loved using my lips and teeth and tongue to tease Claire and build her up until she pulled me in. Trapped me with her legs and came all over my face. This had always been a big part of our love life. But that seemed a million miles away from what I’d said I’d do before these doubts set in.
As I hesitated, I looked up at Claire’s loving face. And that was it. I knew I wanted to do this. I knew this act would cement our love. Cement the togetherness, in this game we were playing. Telling Claire, in one simple step, I accepted her being with Jason. And more than just accepting it, I loved her being with Jason. For the amazing pleasure it gave her, and for the pleasure, I got from watching.
Together we’d brought Jason into our lives. And tonight, it had been me who had brought him back into our family home. Into our marital bed. And as Claire and I looked into each other’s eyes, I think we both sensed the significance of this act. And as I hesitated, I sensed no pressure from Claire. It was if she was saying, ‘it’s your decision honey’. She would be happy to receive the gift, but only if I was ready and willing to give it to her.
I don’t know why, but what had been hesitation was replaced by a burning urge to complete the act. To cement our husband and wife closeness in this new three-way relationship we’d started. It was like some kind of husbandly contract, I’d still love my wife and do all the things I’d done before. Even if it was another man who’d sometimes be the one sharing Claire’s body and bed.
As I lowered my face towards Claire’s distended and puffy vulva and love lips, the mix of the scent of Claire’s fishy juices and Jason’s salty cum hit me. And as I pushed lower I realized my tongue would soon be touching and licking at Jason’s sperm. For the first time ever, I was going to taste another man’s essence.
Honestly, I felt a strong gag reflex and a sense of revulsion. In some ways, it was as hot as hell. But in other ways, every ounce of my masculinity told me not to do this. Intellectually, I knew doing this didn’t make me gay. But it still seemed to go against so many things I’d been programmed with growing up.
But I forced myself to do it. And the instant my tongue lapped at Claire’s love lips and found her love-bud, I was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from my beautiful wife. She’d not put any pressure on me either way, but now I was down there, she gently encouraged me.
“That’s it, baby. Yeah. Yeah. Just there, that’s amazing honey. So hot, it feels so good … I love you Neil, darling, I love you so much,” and then Claire’s words trailed off as my tongue did its work. Once I’d overcome my initial revulsion, I found a strange satisfaction in knowing I was now joined to Claire and Jason by this act. My act of pleasuring and cleaning Claire, with her lover’s seed already inside her body, seemed to create a bond between the three of us. I was now physically linked to their love-making.
And a strange, kinky part of me even started to enjoy the salty tang of Jason’s seed. Not because I was gay or anything, But because it was something I was sharing with the woman I loved. If his seed had been anywhere else – not interesting, no fun. But as it was bubbling out of Claire’s pussy like lava from a volcano, experiencing it just seemed another kinky part of this game of sharing Claire.
As I lapped away, I sensed Claire’s excitement building up. And as her breath shortened, and as she pulled me in tighter and wrapped me in her legs, she came with a series of squeals and sobs.
As I always did, I continued to gently lap at her pussy, until she returned to the land of the living. When her fingers released themselves from my now tousled hair, I raised my body up to kiss Claire.
I don’t think I’d ever seen such a loving expression on her face before, for what I’d just done for her. “Thanks, baby, that was immense.”
We continued to exchange soft, tender kisses. Not needing to talk, content to just look into each other’s souls and enjoy the moment.
As we were kissing, I saw Claire stop looking at me, as she looked past me at the doorway instead. I twisted around to see the six-ft, five-inch body of Jason filling the door frame. He was grinning, “Hey guys. So this is where all the fun is at!”
I could see Jason’s cock was fully erect again, and as I pushed myself up to the standing position I helped Claire to her feet. I kissed her softly and said in a voice Jason could also hear, “Honey, I think our guest needs your help with something. He seems to need some relief. Do you think you could help him out a little? You know, show him some hospitality!”
Claire giggled, gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, and without saying a word lead Jason by the hand back upstairs into our master bedroom. As I saw them disappear up the stairs hand-in-hand, I was struck by how erotic the contrast in their size and colors was.
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Jason took Claire twice more before all three of us eventually admitted defeat, and it was Jason who suggested we all could do with getting some sleep.
When the lovers had recovered from their third bout of love-making, Jason gave Claire a deep and soulful kiss. He then lifted his large tattooed body from our bed and headed for the guest room, wishing us a good night’s sleep. But having come so far tonight, and broken so many taboos already, I decided to ask Claire about one final taboo.
In terms of sleeping arrangements, I wasn’t ready to go the whole hog yet. After all, this was our family home. So I wasn’t prepared to give Claire to Jason so they could spend the whole night together without me, as they’d done at his condo. But the thought of the three of us sharing our marital bed for the night struck me as incredibly erotic and exciting. A final barrier smashed, as the three of us shared one final guilty secret within the privacy of our home.
Claire looked longingly at Jason’s muscular back as he headed to the guest room, and I whispered to her, “Honey, what do you think to all three of sleeping together in our bed tonight? Would you like that? Do you think it would be hot?”
Claire looked at me nervously. “Neil, honey. Are you ok with that?”
I held my beloved wife’s hand, feeling the adrenaline rush as I thought about what I was suggesting.
“I’d love it, Claire. The three of us spooning together,” I answered. I lightened the mood a little by adding, “But, of course, I call dibs on your beautiful boobs. Lover-boy will have to make do with your great ass while he spoons you!”
Claire smiled, and I had my answer, without any further words being needed. Jason didn’t need any second asking, and before long the three of us were spooning and trying to get comfortable.
It took some time for us to drift off. Obviously, we weren’t used to having a third person in our bed, especially not someone the size of Jason. And Jason, divorced from his wife Hannah, certainly wasn’t used to having to sleep with two other bodies in his bed. But, eventually, we all finally managed to drift off to sleep.
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I’m not sure quite how long I slept for, but I gradually became aware I was in that hazy state of being half-asleep and half-awake. As I slowly came to my senses, I was aware it was no longer my wife’s soft and feminine body that was next to me. The body next to me was altogether harder and more masculine. And very black, sporting a myriad of tattoos. With my senses now fully restored, something told me to play dumb. And so I pretended I was still asleep as I took in the sights and sounds around me.
But as I took it all in through my slit eye-lids and barely moving head, I realized there really was only one thing of relevance to take in. And that was the black and white couple making love to the right of me, in our marriage bed while they thought I was asleep next to them.
And it was an amazing sight. You would have thought I’d have grown used to it, as I’d lost count of how many times I’d now seen my wife making out with her African American lover. But the clandestine nature of their nighttime rendezvous, whilst I slept next to them, just seemed to take things to a whole new level.
That psychological pain and pleasure was big enough, but the physical spectacle only made it more erotic. The lovers were trying their best to not wake me. They made precious little noise as Jason lifted Claire up and down, using his immense strength so Claire had to do no work. Her six-ft, five-inch lover raised my wife up and down, as if she was as light as a feather. Claire just sat upright on Jason, feasting on each slow and deep penetration of her lovely body. As Jason’s thick ten-inches entered and left Claire’s body each time, my wife’s enjoyment was clear on her face. Both she and Jason were struggling to keep quiet as they enjoyed each other’s bodies.
But after a while, Claire lifted herself off Jason’s cock and looked at Jason. “Come on lover, this is no good. I can’t keep quiet for much longer. That was nice, but I want it how you normally do me.”
Even in the dark of the bedroom, I could see Jason’s grin as he allowed himself to be led by Claire to a different bedroom. Seeing Claire and Jason disappear out of the room brought a familiar twinge of pain and jealousy. Tonight, there had been little pain or jealousy. And strangely, I missed these feelings. I didn’t want a return to the heart-ache of that first Thursday night. But I knew some element of masochistic pain was necessary for me to get maximum pleasure from our new lifestyle. What do they say? ‘No pain, no gain.’ Maybe that should be the official chant for all men who share their wives!
And so the little sense of betrayal I felt as Claire and Jason left the room actually felt good. Like the buzz of a chili which is hot, but not too hot. I knew I’d follow them, and I found they’d gone to the guest room, which was right at the far end of the house. The room furthest from where they thought I was sleeping, allowing them the maximum freedom to make noise as they enjoyed each others’ bodies again.
I could only have been a few seconds behind them, but even that small time had allowed the lovers to do what they wanted to. When I gently opened the guest room door, the sight that greeted me was Jason’s black ass pumping in and out, behind Claire’s shapely white behind.
Freed from the restraints of being next to me, Claire was now moaning and sighing at the pleasure Jason’s thick ten-inches were once again giving her. The way her African American lover was making her big tits swing in time with his rhythm was almost hypnotic. It was so beautiful, as was the sight of Jason’s dark hands squeezing the breasts that had fed our daughters.
I watched this beautiful, erotic show for nearly twenty minutes. As the beautiful white woman allowed herself to be pleasured by the big black bull. And then I saw the signs that Jason would cum soon, and the final erotic act of the night started unfolding. Claire must have sensed it too, as she pulled herself away from Jason’s huge cock, and turned to look at him.
“I want something different this time baby, I want you to cum on my face, to mark me with your seed.”
Thinking back, I recalled how, when we’d watched porn together, Claire had been excited by the women who let guys cum on their faces. But nonetheless, hearing Claire’s words came aa a bit of a shock to me. I heard the mother of my kids asking this big black bull to shoot his essence all over her face. To mark her as his territory. Hearing these words made my cock throb harder, just as I felt my gut cramp from the masochistic pain.
Jason did exactly as Claire asked, and Claire lay there submissively as Jason stood by her head and milked his huge manhood. To fire shot after shot of hot white semen over the face of the woman I loved. My formerly conservative and respectable teacher wife, her face now covered by another man’s jizz. And when there was no more to come, in a final gesture of ownership, Jason rubbed his seed into and around Claire’s face. I wish I’d been able to see the expression on her face, but the darkness didn’t allow it. That would have to wait for another day.
Thinking the lovers would soon be returning to our shared bed, as quietly as I could I padded barefoot back to our room and lay down, pretending to be asleep.
I didn’t have long to wait. It was only minutes before I saw the slight change in light, as Claire opened the door and then led her lover by the hand back into our bedroom. Before rejoining me on the bed, they wanted one last taste of each other’s mouths and bodies, as they stood by the side of the bed kissing.
Before they came in, I’d deliberately positioned my ‘sleeping’ body so I could see their side of the bed. And it was a struggle to still feign sleep as I watched them. Silhouetted against the outside light, the difference in their height and stature was incredibly erotic as they kissed. Claire on tiptoes and Jason stooping down. As they enjoyed a last kiss, I could see Claire’s small hand tenderly holding and squeezing Jason’s huge limp cock. It was finally limp, having given me sweet wife a fourth load of cum.
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Eventually, they rejoined me on the bed, and they were so spent that Claire and Jason soon drifted off to sleep, hugging as they slept in each others’ arms.
I remained awake for a while yet. My mind was full of thoughts. We were already in the early hours of Wednesday. It was truly amazing to think how much had happened in the seven short days since we’d started this new lifestyle.
I’d experienced the agony of being discarded, belittled and humiliated.
I’d enjoyed a mix of agony and ecstasy as our weekend with Jason had scaled highs and lows.
And now, finally, things seemed to have righted themselves. The three of us together, rather than two and a side-kick, had enjoyed an amazing night.
And with these thoughts stalling any chance of sleep, I wondered where the next days and weeks were heading.
But now I needed sleep. The next days and weeks would have to take care of themselves. I knew Claire loved me. And I knew that as a couple we had found an amazing way of spicing up our love-life. As I drifted off to sleep, I just hoped and prayed these next days and weeks would contain more ecstasy than agony.
