When my shell-shocked state allowed me to, I finally upped and left the club and headed home to our lonely home. Our daughters were gone to college, and now their mother was gone too. Gone to the condo of a well-endowed black guy who we’d found on the internet. We’d only planned to meet for a meal and to get to know him a little. But by the end of the evening, Claire was gently telling me that she’d agreed to go back to his place and that this time I wasn’t invited. The house would be a lonely and cold place tonight.
When I got home I didn’t know what to do. I knew I couldn’t sleep, I had too much going on in my mind. I knew that drinking was a bad answer, but I felt like I needed something good, some kind of a treat after the evening that I’d just been through. And so I poured myself a large glass of my favorite single malt, put on a warm coat and sat where I always sat when I needed to think, in my favorite chair on the rear decking.
I sipped my whiskey, looked out on our back yard in its sad winter state, and tried to make sense of all that had happened over the last few hours.
As I sat there trying to make sense of things, I felt so alone. More alone than I’d felt in many years. And for good reason as this was the first time in more than twenty-four years that I was without Claire. Sure, we’d been physically separated by work and other things during those twenty-four years.
But this was different. We were apart now, and I was alone, as she was in another man’s bed. A man I’d allowed her and maybe even encouraged her to meet. A man who was a caricature for masculinity and virility, and who had bedded Claire that night and given her more pleasure than she’d ever had from me in bed.
My tears started up again as these thoughts surged through my brain, like the destructive and panic inducing flood waters of a Tsunami. And as these thoughts and tears returned, my mind’s eye replayed the sights and sounds of when Claire had told Jason how much she loved his body, masculinity, and big cock, and told him that his love-making was better than mine. I cried like a baby, grateful that there was no one to hear or see me.
As I went into the house to refill my glass, I couldn’t help but stare longingly at the images of Claire in our family photos: Claire by herself, Claire with the girls, Claire with me. And now Claire was gone. Spending the night with the new man in her life, her muscular six-ft, five-inch African American lover, Jason.
I felt a wave of depression surge over me at this thought, and suddenly the idea of ringing Claire came to me. I walked back out and looked at my phone, desperately wanting to call Claire, but also aware that this would make me look desperate and needy to her. I was literally being torn in two by the decision and my indecisiveness. In the end, however great the extreme pain I was in, I knew I couldn’t allow myself to look so weak and pathetic in the eyes and mind of the woman I loved. She was in the bed of a man who was a picture of masculine strength, if I wanted to win her back and keep her, there was no way I could let myself look so weak and feeble.
I fought back the tears and comforted myself with the knowledge that Claire and I would talk this thing through when she returned in the morning, and then when I’d gotten my feelings under a bit more control, Claire and I would discuss everything and put it right. I knew this was the way to go, not to demean myself in the eyes of the woman I loved.
It was only with half a bottle of whisky inside me that I finally managed to find sleep, just as the first light was starting to appear around 5:30 a.m.. Despite the whiskey, I’d had the sense to move out of the armchair and lay down on the sofa, and so I managed to get a few hours of sleep before the bright winter sunlight and my throbbing head woke me up at around 9:30 a.m.
My priority was water and headache tablets, followed by strong coffee and some food to settle my stomach. When I’d managed all of this, my mind turned back to my missing wife. As I stared at the clock in our lounge, I thought that now was a respectable hour at which to call Claire, and I wouldn’t seem weak like I’d have done if I’d have called the night before. This conviction grew in me that now was an okay time to call Claire and still seem strong and in control in her eyes.
I found myself practicing what I’d say on the phone, how weird having been married to Claire for twenty-four years! When I was finally ready I placed my facetime call, desperately wanting to see the face of the woman I loved. Claire’s phone rang several times, and then someone accepted the call.
I got to, “Hi Clai…,” before I realized that there was no-one at the other end for me to talk to. Instead, what I saw in the screen was a close-up of a pair of muscular black thighs pumping back and forth behind a shapely white behind and back. This image filled the screen for several long moments, before the holder turned the screen to his face and I saw Jason’s smiling face as he said nothing but just held his thumb up to tell me how much he was enjoying doing my wife.
As the grinning African American winked at me and turned the camera back towards Claire, I was pretty sure that she was unaware of the call. She was leaning forward over the end of Jason’s bed, supporting her weight with her arms and moaning loudly, as her big breasts swung in time with Jason’s deep thrusts and she told him over and over again how good it was and how deep he was. I thought to myself that Jason was a total bastard for letting me suffer in this way. But the bastard took things to a new level as he placed the camera down and started squeezing and playing with Claire’s big boobs as he trash talked in a way designed to belittle me.
“Come on Claire, is that good baby?”
“Oooh yes, yes, Jason honey, it’s wonderful, You’re so deep in me, it feels wonderful …”
“So are you and Neil going to come back and get some more of this black lovin’ baby?”
“Oh yes, yes baby, Yes …”
“What if Neil doesn’t want to let you come back for more of my big black dick?”
“Don’t worry lover, Neil loves me, He wants what I want baby.”
“OKAY Claire baby, Tell me again, Tell me who’s pussy this is now, tell me owns your pussy now, Claire baby!”
“You do baby, You own it lover.”
“Damn right I do Claire, Damn right I do, And tell me why I own it, baby!”
“Because you fuck me so good, Jason honey, because you fuck me so good.”
“Best ever, baby?”
“Yes lover, best ever!”
“Better than your sweet husband, Claire?”
“Yes Jason baby, better than Neil, better than my hubby.”
“And that’s why I own your married white pussy, baby?”
“Yes lover, Yes, baby.”
And with that, Jason turned the camera back to himself, and with a repeat of the thumbs-up and wink he closed the call.
So much for my much rehearsed call to Claire.
The call had meant to comfort me and re-connect me with my wife. Instead, it had just poured petrol on what was already a raging inferno. My tears started again as Claire’s words, telling Jason he owned her pussy as he fucked her so good ricocheted around my brain in a way that was beyond pain. Bastard. Jason was a fucking bastard for tormenting me in this way.
I finally had the call I wanted with Claire about thirty minutes later that Friday morning, when I saw my phone screen light up with the text ‘Claire’. I was like a child at Christmas as with a shaking finger I pressed the green ‘Accept’ button. I’d wanted to seem calm and cool on the previous call, but I couldn’t hide my excitement as I heard Claire’s voice and looked at the beautiful and excited face of the woman who had shared my life these last twenty-four years.
Hearing Claire’s voice and seeing her was a soothing balm to my spirit. She asked me if I was okay. I said yes, but after twenty-four years, Claire knows very well when I’m lying and my voice carried no conviction, with my face told a different story to my words. Hearing my lie about being okay, I immediately saw the look of worry and concern on Claire’s face as she said that she was coming home immediately.
There was a silence between us, and then the strangest thing happened. Despite all that happened over the last fifteen hours, and despite all of the hurt and tears, I was back to being that little boy at Christmas again. About to have his toy snatched away.
As Claire and I looked at each other through the small images of our IPhones, nothing was said as I was aware of the weirdest thought forming in my brain.
And finally I was able to speak, and I blurted out what I wanted, “Claire baby, some of the last few hours has been hard for me, but I don’t want you to rush home just because of me. I want you to stay there a while longer with Jason. After all, we’ve got all of today’s holiday and the weekend, and I know how much you’ve been looking forward to Jason. So honey, stay a while longer and I’ll see you a bit later.”
Part of me wanted Claire to ignore me and tell me that she was coming straight home. But another part of me wanted her to do exactly what I’d said, and stay a while longer with her new African-American lover. Claire looked at me thoughtfully for what seemed an eternity.
“You are a strange man, Neil Green, but I love you, and if you’re telling me that despite your feelings you want me to hang out some more at Jason’s place, then I guess, who am I to disobey my loving husband?” Claire delivered these last words with a teasing smile and intonation.
Having pushed all my hurt and tears temporarily to the back of my mind, the addict in me was in full flow and control now. And so I asked the question I was dying to ask, “Tell me Claire honey, how was it last night with Jason? Tell me honestly, how good was it with his big black dick? Was it better than you imagined?”
Claire grinned, unable to hide her schoolgirl excitement, “It was wonderful, baby. Jason took me like I’ve never been taken before. His penis is so long and so thick, it took some time for my poor pussy to stretch wide enough to take him. And wow, he went so deep, honey, he reached places in my tummy I never knew existed. He made me cum over and over again. It was a million times better than I ever imagined!”
With Claire having unburdened herself, she suddenly looked concerned, worried that her enthusiastic words about how great the sex with Jason had been had wounded and hurt me. “Neil honey, are you okay? Sorry if it was difficult to hear that baby .. but you wanted me to be honest with you.”
I looked at Claire’s worried face, trying to find the right words. “It’s okay honey. It is hard to hear, but it’s also hot, they’re two sides of the same coin, sweetheart. I always want you to be honest with me, Claire honey, even when it’s hard and you think it might hurt me.”
Claire still looked a bit worried and concerned, “Okay, honey, I promise I’ll always be honest with you.”
I saw Claire momentarily look away from the screen, and then I saw Jason’s huge and muscular frame appear in the screen, sitting next to Claire. He looked a different person to the one I’d seen when he’d taunted me about owning Claire’s pussy.
“Hey, Neil man, How ya doin’? Sorry about earlier! I get a bit carried away sometimes, you know, when I’m ‘in the saddle’, especially with someone as beautiful as Claire. Sorry man, I’ll make it up to you.”
I accepted Jason’s apology as he continued. “And thanks for letting Claire stay a little longer. You can ignore all of the trash-talking from last night man. Claire only loves one guy, and that’s you, man. Promise you, chicks say all kinds of weird shit when they’ve got ten inches of black dick deep inside their tummies, they don’t mean anything by it ….”
Jason’s monologue was obviously designed to reassure me, which it did, a little. And then he pulled the camera back and I saw that Claire was sitting naked from the waist up in his unmade bed, her lower half covered by the sheets.
It was Claire who spoke next, with a tender and loving look on her face, “Neil honey, I’m sorry that I didn’t feel able to let you come back here with me last night, and Jason’s told me that you saw a lot of what happened anyway, and he’s right when he says it’s only you that I love and that all the things I said don’t mean anything, it was just the heat of passion.”
Even as Claire was talking to me, I saw Jason’s large dark hand snake up to Claire’s right breast and gently roll the nipple, causing Claire to moan even as she was talking to me. Claire paused, turned to look at Jason and with a nod of the head turned back to look at me, “Neil honey, I want to do it properly now, I want you to watch while Jason does me, while I give myself to him.”
Claire had a loving, tender look on her face as she said these words, with Jason gently playing with her big boobs. This whole scene was so insane, and yet so hot. Without giving it any thought I blurted out, “Hang on Claire baby, I want to come over there, I want to be in the room with you while you take Jason.”
Claire giggled, “Wow, Mr. Green, that’s kinky, you better get a move on as I’m feeling so horny I’m not sure I can wait that long, I’ll try my best baby.”
I drove like a lunatic to cover the sixteen miles from our home in Lake Success to Jason’s condo in Brooklyn. They’d left the door unlocked, in case they couldn’t control their desire for each other. And when I nervously reached the slightly ajar door, I realized from the sounds coming from inside that I had the right place and that they’d been correct in their prediction. They hadn’t been able to control their desire for each other and they’d started without me.
As I peered into the bedroom where the lovers were. The door was positioned in such a way that neither Claire nor Jason could easily see me and realize that I’d arrived. And after barely a moments consideration, I decided that I wanted to stay quiet and watch them to see how they were together when they thought I wasn’t there.
I saw that Claire was lying back on the bed, her long white legs spread as wide as she could push them and the muscular dark body of Jason was slowly pumping up and down between my wife’s splayed legs, his black ass moving up and down rhythmically as he pumped his huge cock in and out of Claire’s body. Hearing Claire’s moans of pleasure and contentment caused me to feel jealous and humiliated, and at the same time incredibly aroused.
“Yes. Yes. You feel so good in me Jason, you feel so deep in me baby,” came Claire’s soundtrack of commentary as I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene on Jason’s bed where he was once again having his way with my very willing wife.
“Do you like my big black cock, Claire baby? Tell me how much you like the feel of me inside you, baby,” came Jason’s reply.
There was no hesitation in Claire’s reply. “Yes baby, yes, you feel wonderful and so deep in me.”
Happy with my wife’s praise, Jason leant forward and kissed Claire passionately, with Claire meeting him halfway as she returned his kiss with equal passion. Jason and Claire kissed like this for long minutes as his black ass continued its steady up and down motion between Claire’s splayed legs. Then Jason whispered something in Claire’s ear and I saw a broad grin appear on my wife’s face, and then Jason lifted himself up and I got my first view ‘in the flesh’ of his huge black cock.
I’d seen it in the photos that he and Claire had exchanged, and I’d seen it last night on my IPhone screen when he’d had sex with Claire for the first time. But seeing it up close was something else. It really was a monster, straight out of a porn movie set. It looked twice as long and twice as thick as my humble little white dick! No wonder Claire had been enjoying Jason so much and had kept telling him how deep he felt in her body.
Jason then helped Claire to turn over and take a new position, standing at the end of his bed and leaning forward with her hands supporting her waist as she leant forward, her big breasts hanging invitingly there as Jason took up position between Claire’s legs and pushed his big black cock back deep into my sweet wife’s body.
Jason’s deep re-entry into Claire’s body brought an immediate moan of contentment from my beautiful wife. “Oh Jason, that feels so good, I can’t believe how deep you feel and how good the width of your cock feels.”
Hearing these words from Claire, who didn’t know that I’d arrived yet and was watching and listening, was like a dagger through my heart. Hearing her tell this thirty-three year old black guy how great his cock felt inside her made me feel insecure about my own manhood and ability to satisfy Claire after this.
Jason resumed his steady in and out motion, but in this position I was able to see every stroke of his long and thick black cock, which was now glistening with my wife’s juices. In this position, Claire’s beautiful tits would swing forward with every thrust of Jason’s, and even in my confused state, I had to admit that this was a beautiful and very erotic sight.
Every so often Jason would grasp Claire’s hips firmly and give her a dozen or so extra deep and extra hard thrusts of his big black cock, causing Claire to moan and whimper, as she obviously enjoyed this.
Claire’s breathing was becoming shorter and more ragged and I knew that she was approaching orgasm, and as Jason realized this he started to speed up himself, before thinking better of it and once again withdrawing that big cock of his from inside my wife and taking up position between Claire’s legs again as she eagerly spread for him.
Jason stroked the large glans of his cock up and down Claire’s labia, causing her to moan and push her hips upwards to try and get Jason’s big black cock back in her. Jason smiled down at Claire and pushed all ten inches of his thick cock deep into my wife, causing her to moan with fulfilment.
As Jason built up the speed of his strokes again, I could tell that Claire was again coming close to coming. With her excitement building towards her orgasm, Claire wrapped her long white legs tightly around the small of Jason’s back as his muscular black ass continued to rise and fall. Once again Claire and Jason kissed deeply and passionately as they approached their shared orgasm; Jason crying out with a loud cry as Claire squealed as they kissed deeply and Claire’s intense orgasm washed over her.
Jason gave one final, deep thrust, pushing as deeply into Claire’s body as he could, and then held himself there, as I could see his black ass twitching as he unloaded millions of his potent sperm cells into the depths of Claire’s body. As the lovers held each other, I felt that same bittersweet confusion that had become a familiar friend these last hours,
Several minutes went by before Jason started to remove himself from Claire, and as her body came into view I could see that my wife’s normally delicate vulva was gaping and a white froth surrounded her pussy and coated her upper thighs.
With the height and passion receded, I suddenly felt like an awkward interloper and I quietly retired back to the lounge.
I tried to gather my thoughts and calm myself, and then after a few minutes Claire appeared at the doorway wrapped in a sheet with Jason, still nude, right behind, his huge and now limp black cock hanging like a licorice hose between his legs, half-way to his knees. It was obvious that Claire too was naked beneath her hasty cover, and she looked at me with a wicked grin. Claire came over to me, still covering her modesty with the sheet and kissed me,
“Hi honey, I love you so much, I’m so glad you let me do this, I hope you enjoyed the show, honey.”
I remember looking at the clock as Claire, still with the sheet in place, put her arms around my shoulders and cuddled up to me as she sat on my lap. It was just after twelve noon on Veteran’s Day, Friday, November 11th, 2016.
Claire didn’t see the inside of our family home again for another 56 hours, as the rest of that holiday weekend descended into a sex marathon. It was 8 p.m. on Sunday evening when Claire finally arrived home. I was there with her and Jason for much of the next two and a half days. (The only times I wasn’t there was when I had to make a trip home for clothes and toiletries for Claire and me.)
The long weekend was a mash-up of all kinds of things. Some of the time I’d watch as Jason bedded Claire, making her squeal and moan as he took her to the heights of climax time and time again with his huge cock. Some of the time I’d watch as Claire would lovingly worship Jason’s big black dick, willingly drinking down his seed in a way she rarely did for me. Some of the time we just hung out together as a threesome doing normal stuff like watching TV. Sometimes with Claire snuggled up with me, but more often with her snuggled up next to the exciting new man in her life.
Claire and I had little chance to talk as a couple, as we were seldom alone just the two of us, especially as at night time, Claire slept with Jason. The talking that did occur included Jason sharing with us about ‘the lifestyle’ as he called it. And during these conversations, which seemed natural and unabashed, he said that if we decided as a couple that we were okay with it, he’d like to make it a regular thing with Claire, and that he wanted to help her explore her sexuality fully.
Honestly, it didn’t seem rude or presumptuous the way that Jason talked about it. He talked about other couples he’d known who’d really gotten into the lifestyle, where both the husband and wife had really enjoyed it. With the wives exploring all kinds of kinky stuff that was on offer to a couple when they pushed the normal conventions of society and marriage to one side. He described other couples he knew who had explored all that was possible and enjoyable, only limited by their own limits of what they liked and didn’t like!
I could see the excitement in Claire’s beautiful face as Jason described this kind of lifestyle. And I knew that we had to talk before Claire and I made any kind of decisions or commitments. But I think I knew in my heart that Claire had her heart set on this new type of lifestyle that Jason was describing.
And I knew that we had some huge life choices to discuss as a couple and decide on when we got home.
To be continued.
