I don’t think I’d been happier than this in a long, long time. I was walking arm-in-arm with my beloved husband and best friend, enjoying our shared warmth in the bracing chill of a January morning. I felt so close to Neil and so alive.
It was Sunday morning, and we’d decided to walk in Central Park, as we had some serious thinking to do and some big decisions to make. I don’t think Neil and I had felt this close and alive in a long time. It was something about the shared closeness that came from our recent sexual explorations. I guess it’s what explorers felt, bound together by the intensity of exploring something exciting and dangerous.
This time last week, I’d been in bed with Tyrell and Lewis enjoying myself as the three of us enjoyed some slow, leisurely wake-up sex. What had started as a weekend we’d planned to share with Jason and Hannah, had changed when we’d gone off dancing and Hannah had introduced me to two of her ex-lovers.
I’d ended up spending the night with three horny men, enjoying the touch of three pairs of hands and the kisses from three mouths. Not to mention enjoying three very hard and large cocks which wanted my attention. Jason had gone off to get some sleep at around two, leaving the three of us to carry on for another hour or more. Eventually, I’d fallen asleep between Tyrell and Lewis at just after four a.m.
Over the last two months, Neil and I had met and started playing with Jason, a six-foot, five-inch black man. The three of us had got together a couple of times a week and Neil and I had agreed that we were happy to continue this arrangement in 2017. But in this last week, Jason had told us that he wanted to take things to the next level. He was happy to still be my ‘fuck-buddy’ when the three of us met and played together. But he also wanted to go further. He wanted it to sometimes just be me and him together.
And then he came out and said it even more clearly. He said he’d never try and challenge Neil’s role as my husband, but that he wanted to be my boyfriend. Neil and I had often playfully referred to Jason as my ‘boyfriend’. But he was asking something different. He was asking that Neil and I mentally regard him as my real boyfriend.
And, just to complicate matters, Neil’s sexy ex-wife Hannah, who we’d only met by accident, had quite a thing for my white-bread husband. Neil was seven years older than her and very normal looking, but she was attracted to his intelligence and the way he made her laugh. And after Neil and Hannah had got together at their cabin, she’d said she wanted more in 2017.
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As we enjoyed our breath’s steamy patterns in the cold January air, these were the big decisions that Neil and I were weighing up. We’d come an awfully long way in the last two months. But this had been pushing and smashing sexual boundaries. By itself, this was a big enough change. But what Jason, and to a lesser extent Hannah, were now asking was something of a totally different scale and nature. And we weren’t going to be rushed or pressured into a decision.
Neil and I were no longer sexually monogamous. But what they were now asking was that we now also give-up our emotional monogamy. They were asking that we open up our emotional relationship, just as we’d opened up our sexual relationship. Neil and I didn’t think this would magically mean that we’d fall in love with Jason or Hannah, or stop loving each other. But equally, we’d have been foolish not to recognize the risks.
This decision really was a big deal for us. Neil and I loved each other deeply and had built a wonderful life together. And the fun and games we’d added these last two months were the icing on the cake. But we didn’t want to throw this all away by taking a wrong turn.
Neil and I were really torn about what to do. The sex side of it was probably the easiest part of the decision. Before the last couple of weeks, giving up Jason would have been really difficult for me because I’d have missed the amazing sex. But after the last couple of weeks, I knew that there were lots of other talented black guys happy to step into Jason’s shoes!
No, for us the difficult part of the decision was what it implied if we recognized Jason as my ‘official’ boyfriend. When a woman has a boyfriend, it becomes more than just about sex. There’s a relationship there. They have feelings for each other, spend time together, go on dates and buy presents for each other. All of this was more than we currently had with Jason.
From day one there had been a connection and closeness between Jason and me, and Neil and I had talked openly about it. This was why it was such a big deal to do what Jason was asking. If there were just sex and no connection, then what would using one little extra word have mattered? But because there was this connection and closeness, then if we did label him ‘my boyfriend’, in one stroke we moved this closeness and connection to the next level.
And that’s why Neil and I were both excited and frightened by the decision in front of us. Neil and I both wanted the positive, exciting things this would bring. The thought of me being on dates with Jason made my heart skip with excitement and my pussy to start getting worked up. And Neil was equally excited at the thought, having enjoyed seeing Jason and me as a couple up at the cabin.
The conversation that Sunday morning in Central Park was the culmination of several days of talking about what Jason and Hannah wanted and how we felt about things. We talked and talked these last few days, and that Sunday we finally came to the conclusion that we reckoned we could handle the risks. That was, provided we talked and made sure to carve out enough ‘Neil and Claire’ time so that our marriage remained the focal point of our lives.
And on that Sunday morning stroll in Central Park, Neil and I finally decided to move things to that next level with Jason becoming my boyfriend.
With this huge decision made, Neil and I relaxed and decided to enjoy the park before taking in an afternoon show on Broadway.
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It was Tuesday night and I was sat in front of my dressing table mirror, applying the last touches to my lipstick and makeup. I’d been with Jason dozens of times before, but I felt strangely excited tonight. Neil was still the love of my life, and nothing would ever change that, but it did feel sexy and exciting going out for the first time knowing that Jason was now my boyfriend.
I smiled to myself as I dabbed a little perfume between my 36C boobs, rearranged them to sit comfortably inside the cups of my dress. As I adjusted the girls, I remembered how much Jason loved my boobs, and how good it would feel to have his hands and mouth on them later. I’d brought this dress especially for our first date, teasing Neil that it was his cash that was paying for it, but that it would be my new boyfriend who’d enjoy it.
I was glad we were skipping dinner and going straight to a club. It wasn’t the kind of dress you could wear to a restaurant. It was a very revealing gold-silver sequined mini-dress, with a hemline four to five inches below my pussy and a scoop neckline that was so low-cut it looked like my boobs might tumble out at any minute. It really showed off my legs and my boobs, and I knew Jason would really like it, as he loved showing off my body in clubs and other public places.
As I gave myself one final once-over in my dressing mirror, I became a little reflective and philosophical about how I’d changed these last two months. The old Claire would never have worn a dress like this. I’d have been too worried about bumping into a parent or colleague from my school. But the new me was more in touch with the full depths of my sexuality, and positively wanted my handsome date to show me off at the club.
I worked hard at the gym, and despite two kids and being forty-three, I had a sexy body which I knew other guys liked to look at. And I knew that later tonight my black boyfriend would be kissing and making love to every inch of that sexy body.
Neil arrived back and came upstairs, just as I was putting the last touches to my eyeshadow and blush. This was the first time he’d seen the dress, and he looked a little pale as he looked at me and saw how revealing the dress was.
“Are you okay, honey?” I asked, with genuine concern. I turned to look at him, and seeing the nervous look on his face asked, “Neil, baby, are you still okay to go through with this?”
My loving husband smiled weakly, “Sure, honey, I’m excited for you to go out with Jason. I won’t pretend that it’s hard as well, but that’s the fun of it, right? No pain, no gain! I’ll be all het-up knowing you and Jason are out together, but it will be great when you come back!”
I smiled at my best friend and husband. We’d been on a real journey these last two months, as we’d explored this new lifestyle together. And Neil’s words didn’t surprise me one little bit, as they summarized so well the pain and pleasure he got from sharing me with Jason.
I heard the sound of Jason’s car in the drive and gave Neil a hug and a final kiss. He looked so lost and so nervous, losing me for the night to another man. I asked one final time, “Are you okay with this, darling?”
Finally a smile from my hubby. With a mix of stress and humour he told me, “Claire, will you stop asking me that! Just go, woman! Go and have your fun with your boyfriend. Just stop asking me that damn question, that’s all I ask!”
I kissed him again, gently squeezed the front of his pants, and turned to go with a parting, “Love you, honey.”
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That first date was a wonderful evening, from start to finish. Jason and I hadn’t seen each other or been together physically for a whole week, which seemed an eternity to both of us, as before Christmas we’d normally been together a couple of times a week.
I loved the look of sexual hunger and desire in Jason’s face as he was danced at the club, our faces inches apart as we alternated between sharing needful kisses and just looking into each others’ eyes. I loved the way he looked at my body, displayed and put on a show just for him in the dress I’d bought just for him. He looked at me as I imagined a wolf looks at a little lamb. I was really turned on knowing how much he was probably thinking about taking and possessing my body later that evening.
I loved Neil, he was my everything in my day-to-day real life, but from that first time with Jason, there had been a special chemistry between us. It was like I melted when I felt his touch and saw how he looked at me. Jason and I had connected as friends and as people, but what defined us was that sexual magic when we were together.
Neil and I had made our peace with the fact, that as a couple married for twenty years, we no longer achieved this same heat and passion. Of course, like any husband, Neil did feel a little threatened by this, but he knew he had my heart and the danger from the chemistry between Jason and me added hugely to Neil’s excitement.
After a while, we left the club and Neil led me by the hand to his car. We spoke very little that evening, neither of us feeling a need for words as we both just savoured the moment and our feelings. I think we both knew how this night marked something very significant, as, after two months of a physical relationship, we moved to a deeper and more emotional place.
Back at his condo, I was surprised at how patient we both were. Part of me just wanted to rip Jason’s clothes off and explore every inch of his huge muscular body with my hands and mouth, and then let him ravish me. But, just as at the club, the significance of the night meant so much to us that we both wanted to make things slow and romantic.
And so we spent long, beautiful minutes naked under the duvet, just touching and caressing and kissing, most of the time our eyes were locked together as if we wanted the moment to last forever. But finally, I rolled onto my back and spread my thighs in a way that told Jason that I wanted the touching to stop. I wanted him to bring the evening to the event we’d both been building up to all evening. The moment when I gave him my body and he took possession of me, for the first time not just as a ‘fuck-buddy, but as my boyfriend.
Physically, this was no different from what Jason and I had done many times before. But words and ideas matter to the human mind. And so it felt different and even more wonderful as I felt his breath on my face and his fingers parting my labia. And then that amazing sensation as his long, thick cock slid inch-by-inch into my very depths.
I marvelled at the overwhelming sensations of pleasure as the walls of my pussy were stretched wide, setting all of the nerve ends tingling. And I loved that amazing feeling of my tummy being so totally full of Jason’s manhood. (My beloved husband, ever the research geek, had once worked out that Jason’s beautiful black cock filled me up four times as much as his own cock. A statistic that excited Neil and made Jason grin. Boys, forever obsessed by cock size!)
And with Jason fully embedded in the depths of my tummy, I smiled tenderly up at my conqueror and kissed him softly. Minutes earlier, this whole love dance had started with my rolling onto my back and parting my legs, signalling to Jason that tonight I belonged to him. And I completed the circle of our love dance as I wrapped my pale legs around my boyfriend, signalling to both of us that he was mine.
And then the love dance began for real. At first, Jason was just content to take me missionary, as we both enjoyed the sumptuous luxury of his full ten-inches sliding in and out, like a smooth and powerful machine servicing me. And then a look appeared on Jason’s face that I’d seen before, and I knew it signalled that I was in for a very hard and intense session. It signalled that he was going to use all of his huge muscular frame and wild imagination to fuck me as hard and deep as he could, intent on dominating and owning my body.
At the end of the next hour, I was totally spent and exhausted. My body covered in sweat and marked by love bites, with Jason’s cum now oozing out of my stretched pussy. My head lay cushioned on Jason’s broad chest as it rose and fell after his exertions. I raised my head and kissed him, our lips barely touching.
“Darling, that was amazing,” I told my lover in a soft voice, full of feeling. With a smile, I gently teased, “Any more nights like this and I might not be able to stop myself falling for you!”
Jason grinned that special wolfish grin of his. “That doesn’t sound too bad, although I’m not sure what Neil would have to say about that! He might cancel visitation rights, so probably best not to say anything to hubby!”
I laughed and kissed him again. That was one reason that we were close, even in the throes of passion or a romantic moment, Jason and I could laugh and joke. He reminded me of Neil in that way.
While we recovered, we enjoyed that special closeness that a couple share’s after they’ve given their bodies to each other in the act of love. With my head on his chest, I idly played with his hosepipe of a cock, enjoying it’s weight and texture, as we talked about school and his business. I’d missed this closeness and time together these last seven days.
Of course, at the cabin, I’d enjoyed a whole five days with Jason, as we’d swapped partners and I’d temporarily become his significant other. That’s why it had been so difficult since then, as Jason and I had seen little of each other since returning to New York.
Being ten years younger than me, at a mere thirty-three years of age, Jason soon recovered his sexual appetite, helped by the lady who was innocently playing with the limp and sticky piece of meat laying between his legs.
I was suddenly filled with an urge to feel his wonderful cock in my mouth, and so I manoeuvered so that my head was next to his erect cock and my pussy was near his head, the invitation was clear. I took Jason in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his fat cockhead, smiling to myself as I realized I was cleaning him from our shared juices. Getting him nice and clean and ready to go again! I angled my head to take as much of his massive cock into my mouth as I could. And then I started bobbing my head up and down, knowing that Jason would love the warm moist feeling of my mouth.
Part of me wanted to blow him to completion and allow him to pump his potent load into my stomach. But my need to feel him back inside me was too great, and so I lifted my head off his wonderful cock and stood at the side of the bed. I took a moment to step back into my six-inch hooker pumps that, chosen to complete my outfit, and provocatively bent over the chest of draws, pushing my ass back and as high as I could.
The old, reserved teacher Claire had again disappeared as the new Claire continued to spread her wings and dominate. And I was rewarded as I felt Jason firmly grip my hips and slowly sink himself fully into my body in one smooth action.
He started off sliding in and out of me with a moderate and very satisfying tempo, as I moaned my appreciation and twisted my neck to offer him my mouth. But before long, he was no longer satisfied with that and started really pounding into me as his hips worked like a jackhammer. The sound of his hips and pelvis slapping against my behind seemed the lewdest thing, but it aroused me no end, perfectly fitting with the animalistic nature of our rutting.
Jason brought me to two overwhelming climaxes in that position, and while I came down from the second one, he smiled tenderly and turned me around by the shoulders. Then he picked me up, as if I weighed nothing, and put me so that the entrance to my body was just above his throbbing member. This was one of the great things about having a lover as large and muscular as Jason. Standing six-foot, five inches tall, it was no problem for him to carry my weight, drop me down onto his dick and fuck me in the standing up position.
For the next ten minutes or so, this man mountain kept up a steady rhythm of lifting me up until his cock was barely in me and then dropping me down. Each time, as gravity did its work, I was impaled on his huge dick with a speed and depth that had me in an almost continuous orgasm, our mouths continuously looked together.
Neil wasn’t tall or strong enough for us to have ever used this position, but I’d learned to love it with Jason, for the depth and force it gave to his penetration of my willing body. And also the way the position made me feel so tiny and feminine, next to this huge male who was taking me in such a primitive way.
But even Jason needed to switch things around after a while, and he gently placed me back on the carpeted floor of his bedroom and lay on his back. No words were needed as I squatted above him and slowly lowered my now very stretched pussy onto his ramrod straight phallus. I started off doing the work of lifting and lowering my pussy up and down Jason’s cock, almost feeling like my actions were akin to me milking my man to get his cream. But after a while, Jason took over and raised me up and down.
We eventually came together when Jason was fucking me from behind in the doggy position, with my big boobs swinging back and forth in time to the savage pounding his hips were inflicting on my tender pussy. We collapsed in a heap, sucking in huge gulps of air as we recovered from the vigour of our love-making.
As we lay together on the bed, I saw that it was already eleven o’clock. I had to teach the next day, and I knew I should shower and go home. But a bigger part of me didn’t care. I’d been a ‘good girl’ and a meticulously prepared teacher for as long as I could remember, and I thought ‘screw it’, I want more time here with my man.
Jason had seen me looking at the clock and guessed what was on my mind. “Stay a little longer, Claire, then I can drop you home.”
I smiled at this gorgeous man and reached up to kiss him once again. I loved the way he kissed me, a perfect mix between tender, soft kisses mixed in with deep, hungry kisses.
Just then my phone chirped with an incoming message. “Sorry to interrupt, honey, but any idea what time you’re coming home as I’m trying to work out whether to sleep or wait up, N x.”
Neil’s text caused a confusing mix of emotions. The first emotion, of which I’m not proud, was a little annoyance that he’d interrupted. I’d managed to create a perfect little world for myself tonight. No school, no work, no stress, no husband. Just the pure fantasy and sex of Jason and me together. And Neil had pricked the balloon, and a small part of me felt annoyed. But I also felt guilty. Because it made me realize I’d not thought of Neil all evening.
Until this evening, the game had always been about the three of us. But tonight, to me it had only been about the two of us – Jason and me. And that made me feel guilty, as I knew it was my generous and loving husband who was allowing me to play. And I also knew parts of tonight would have been hard for him. Knowing this, I had to admit to myself that I’d not thought about him all evening, and that made me feel a bit of a selfish bitch.
Pushing these thoughts away for a moment, Neil’s text forced me to talk to Jason about what I should tell Neil. When would I be home?
Jason pulled a face. “Tell him you’re staying the night and that you’ll see him in the morning!”
That was a tempting thought. I’d love to stay the night, but knew I’d not discussed this with Jason beforehand, and that this would be a step too far on my first date with Jason. Neil and Jason had become friends and Neil had watched us together plenty of times, but staying overnight felt a step too far on our first date.
Jason read my expression. “I know, I know. I feel the same way, Claire. It would be wonderful, but I wouldn’t do that to Neil. At least not on our first date!” he chuckled.
We settled on telling Neil that I’d be home at one a.m., which gave us about another hour and a half here and thirty minutes for the drive from Brooklyn to Lake Success.
Having successfully pushed the world away for another two hours, I settled back to concentrate on my new boyfriend. Those words sounded good in my head – ‘My boyfriend.’ I repeated the words a few times and it still sounded good to me, but then I turned my attention from the word to the man.
Jason was now hard again, and I pushed his muscular thighs apart and nestled between his legs. I did something I’d never done before, as I let my tongue slip back behind the back of his big balls and I gently inserted my tongue in his ass hole. All those months ago, watching porn with Neil, I’d seen women do this for their man, but this was the first time that I’d done it for Jason. I’d not thought to do it, it just felt natural and something I wanted to do for him. And I’m sure my desire to experiment and rim his black ass for the first time was linked to his new status as my boyfriend.
Jason’s face lit up with pleasure and excitement as my wet and hard little tongue playfully probed at his ass hole and I licked up and down. I realized that by doing this and playing with his big balls at the same time, I could make him even harder and a tiny bit bigger.
But I’d promised myself earlier that I was going to suck him to completion and drink his seed down into my stomach. So I gave his ass one final little goodbye kiss and kissed my way along his pleasure stick until I could smile at him and once again take his velvety cock-head into my warm and loving mouth. As I started working him with my mouth, I reached up and pulled both of his hands onto my big boobs, and I was soon moaning as he stroked and rolled my nipples.
But the night was destined to end without me drinking his seed because he pulled his cock from my mouth and told me that he wanted me again. What can a girl do? I’d have loved to have held him in my mouth and looked into his face, as he watched me drink his seed. But I wanted him inside me again just as much as he wanted to possess my body one more time before I had to leave.
The next hour or so was a blur as we made love all over his condo. Sometimes soft and tender, sometimes hard and fast. I lost track of how many times I came before I looked into his eyes and told him that I wanted to feel him spill his seed in me one more time. Minutes later my legs were up over his shoulders, our mouths locked in union as he pushed as deep as he could and shot spurt after spurt deep into my womb.
As we cuddled in that twilight zone of recovering lovers, I thought we were done for the night. But while I was in the shower getting ready for home, Jason came in and we ended up having a hot stand-up fuck under the hot jets of his walk-in shower.
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As we pulled into our driveway, Jason put on his parking brake and turned to kiss me, and we shared a soft kiss which was full of feelings and emotion. We were already twenty minutes later than we’d told Neil, but still, neither of us wanted the evening to end. I stroked his face slowly with the back of my hand, my face a picture of regret, and gave him one final kiss before forcing myself to leave his car.
The lights were all off downstairs and I felt relieved, as this would give me a moment alone to gather my feelings and thoughts before I climbed the stairs to face Neil. I needed this time, because now back at home, it was just dawning on me how intense and different tonight had been. It was so much more intimate and special compared to when we’d played as a threesome, or even when we’d all swapped partners for five days at the cabin.
And as I went upstairs to face Neil and give him the account of the evening which he was bound to want, I realized that I was both far more excited and far more scared than I thought I’d be.
That day when Neil and I had worked in Central Park and made our decision, that Jason would be my boyfriend and Neil would spend time with Hannah, we’d admitted to each other that we were both scared and excited about the step we were about to take.
But as I stood at the bottom of the stairs gathering my thoughts, it was the scale of my excitement and fear that surprised me. And as I prepared to face Neil, I wondered about the wisdom of this new phase of my relationship with Jason and how it would affect our lives. And I also wondered how open I should be with Neil about just how excited and frightened I was.
