Black Lover..wife,interacial,cockold mmf

Before I start let me just say I love my wife immensely and want to spend the
rest of our lives together, despite these very best of intentions I have been
wanting to see her fucked by someone else for quite a while now and particularly
by a big black guy, preferably many big black guys. part of me also wants to join
in and have to suck a big black cock and prepare it before it enters into my
wifes hot cunt.

I am a well built and healthy man with a great deal of responsibility for the
lives of others, a Doctor within a local practice. I have never had a homosexual
relationship or watched my wife screw anyone else. As far as I am aware she was a
virgin when we married and has not had an affair throughout the last 14 years.


I started having these fantasise about a year ago and it was a pleasure to come
across this site, mainly by accident though, I really think it should be easier
to know where sites such as this exist. So where was I, this fantasy of mine. I
regard myself as an intelligent man who does not tend to do things rashly and all
my life most of my decisions have been deliberated quite deeply before taking any
actions. I am kind of a control freak I suppose, but it probably comes with the
job. The wife is well educated and has a freelance career in computer
programming, she is however despite her high flyer role held down by a terrible
sense of low self esteem, mainly coming from her childhood and early sexual
experiences. We speak openly and freely about ourselves and while all in our
hearts is open to each other those things that provide us with irrational
impulses and desires still have much control over the rational beings we like to
think we are.

So as you are aware I have this desire burning in me for both myself and the wife
to submit to someone stronger than ourselves and turn us into sexual playthings
for anothers dominance, the image coming to mind being of black men. Where this
comes from I do not know, why black men I cannot fathom, I hold no views of
hatred but within must see them as potent and powerful entities who fit into my
unconscious scenario, I must admit when I was examining black men medically my
mind slips to how well their cocks would fit into the wifes hot cunt and how
their cocks will taste in my mouth, not particularly professional I know but us
medics are only human beings who suffer the same desires as most.


So after a number of months of fantasising I had the opportunity to try out this
little fantasy of mine. I had became friends with a trainee GP at our practice
who invited me for a drink after work. We shut up shop that evening and headed
for the local after a pint or two we went back to his place to tackle a couple
bottles of wine. He let me in and in his flat was this enormous black guy about
6foot8 who I was introduced to. His name was Anthony and he was the flat mate of
my trainee. Anthony turned out to be full of fun and humour and I enjoyed the way
he was so unselfconscious, laughing freely and deeply at the smallest things and
with a wicked sense of humour that was at once cutting and at other times caring
and gentle. My oh my I was getting a bit infatuated and felt like a child next to
this enormous man. I left later that night thoroughly drunk and invited both of
them for dinner a week later.


That week all I could think about was seeing Anthony again and how I would be
able to get him to come to bed with my wife and myself. The day was drawing
closer and I was dropping a few hints to my wife on what a great guy this Anthony
was and how he was such fun. The day eventually came and I resolved not to raise
the matter of my favourite fantasy to her, wanting her to enjoy the dinner party
without any thoughts that I may be trying to set her up. They came round at 8 and
the meal went splendidly the wife was gorgeous the food was wonderful and the
conversation was splendid. My wife was the only woman amongst 3 men but when the
conversation turned to sexual matters she was able to jest and flirt with
confidence and ease. The evening ended and I was really happy at how well it had
gone. The resolution not to try anything was a good one as later when we
discussed the evening she said that Anthony was indeed a really nice guy,
handsome and hunky to. If she had believed there was any desire of mine for her
to sleep with him I am sure she would have put up a barrier and the evening would
not have been so relaxed or enjoyable.


Anthony became a good friend to both of us and we were often going out together
as a threesome for drinks or a meal. If the alcohol flowed and the conversation
got a bit blue there was no tension and at times I could see my wife sitting
closely with our new friend her thigh pressed tight against his as we sat in the
taxi or he would sit on the sofa watching a movie with us. On one such night the
alcohol was flowing freely and the evening was getting late we started on a topic
about eugenics and genocide, it started with the jews and hitlers atrocities and
moved onto how hitler had developed much of his eugenic theories from what at
that time were contemporary widespread medical and social theories. We discussed
racial difference and whether the theory of specific racial difference had any
bearing upon IQ, athleticism, sexual performance etc. While we agreed that
environment played a principle role in what characteristics were expressed there
were some features that showed clear differences across races. Some physical some
mental. And yes that old myth about Black mens penis size emerged. I scoffed at
the idea, Anthony wasn't so sure, he recounted locker room experiences as his
evidence. My wife just smirked amusingly and said that all us men do is look at
each others dicks all the time. She said there was absolutely no proof one way or
the other.


Her laughter and comments were like a challenge and as any good empiricist I
stated that she should do a cruise of mens locker rooms herself with a ruler and
offer to measure essential male anatomical structures for the sake of science. We
all laughed and Anthony said that she could measure his essential anatomical
structures anytime she wanted. She retorted that all us men were talk and no
trousers and if she pulled out a ruler right now little Anthony would probably do
a runner. I laughed my head off thinking how right she probably was but Anthony
replied go on then get your ruler lets see. My wife got up turned to her desk and
pulled out a wooden ruler she sat back down and waved the ruler, OK big boy she
laughed lets see what you've got.



I was laughing, she was laughing both of us were expecting Anthony not to call
the bluff but he stood up his hands went to his trousers and he undid his belt,
then the top button of his jeans, he said did she want him to stop there, my wife
was now calling his bluff, come on she said get them off time to see what these
Black men have that the white ones don't. He undid another button then another,
again he stopped. My wife said chicken chicken told you, you men can't cope when
a grown women is calling your bluff. Anthonys hand reached into his shorts and he
pulled out his cock.


I rolled about in laughter it was so intense I thought my chest would burst, my
wife just stared and then recovered her composure, not much to it she said. She
was playing the calm approach to the last and I was amazed she just sat there
with this guys dick hanging out of his trousers. Anthony responded that it was
under the effects of alcohol and not hard how was she to measure anything that
was soft. My wife said soft or not I am the scientist and I need to test this
ridiculous theory come closer, Anthony looked comical with his dick out and my
wife putting the ruler against his pubic hair. The ruler however stuck straight
out and his dick was flopping down, now came my shock, my wife took hold of his
dick by the knob and lifted it until it rested in her hand, in this way she could
bring it to the ruler and measure, however as soon as she had touched his cock I
could see the change in its appearance, it was getting longer and thicker and as
I watched the thing was growing in her hand along the palm and up over it. The
ruler was still there and my wife changed her position so she could do the
measurement. She grabbed hi cock and lined it up closely with the ruler. Finally
she said eight and a half inches. Not exactly what I was expecting from someone
who had been bragging so much my cock is eight inches so it wasn't much of a
difference.

As you could guess the laughter had stopped and we had switched over to a silence
as my wife had Anthony's cock in her hand doing the measurements like a nurse who
handled strange cocks all the time, obviously the medical detachment I had talked
to my wife about in the past had rubbed off and she was as cool as a cucumber.
Anthony on the other hand wasn't and had started to slide his cock up and down
her hand, she was still holding onto it and I could see her hand tighten every
now and again to squeeze this mans cock flesh.

Sorry about the delay. Time is difficult and getting to play on the net in the
odd moments of freedom from a knock on the door few. But on with the story.

So as you recall, Anthony was getting acquainted with my wife’s palm by sliding
his cock up and down it, it was also getting pretty clear that my wife was doing
more much more than measuring his dick and her hand had gone from holding it for
the purposes of the measurement to squeezing it in time to the rhythm of his slow
thrusts. Time seemed to go by very slowly and I looked at the two of them act out
this scenario, neither of them said a word, just a slow hump from Anthony and my
wifes hand now clearly getting into a wanking motion for our guest. His humping
got more rapid and her wanking was perfectly in time. The contrast of his dark
cock against her hand was extremely striking and his cock glistened with a sheen
that made it look very strong. Anthony had his eyes closed and was going for it,
fucking her closed fist fast and long, his motions were getting more ragged and
jerky, her hands were clenching and unclenching bringing our new friend closer
and closer to orgasm. Suddenly he bucked another of times and sperm erupted from
his cock, it shot out over her arm then another was caught in her palm then
another stream flew out and landed on the sofa. He seemed to be coming an
enormous amount but eventually the motion slowed down and my wife released his
wet cock from her grip. Her hand and arm covered with streaks of sperm, her leg
covered with a couple globs as was the sofa on which she sat. She turned to me
then, at last and smiled weakly, Anthony also looked in my direction and myself,
well I was stuck for words my cock and the pressure in my head not allowing me
the usual flow of conversation that has always backed me up in times of crisis or
embarrassment.

Well eventually my head returned and all I could say was, that was rather lovely
to see, I hope you two had fun. She again smiled at me and I could see that she
knew that things were OK. Anthony said I'm sorry man looks like I kind of got
carried away. I responded with don't worry yourself, if she was OK I was OK and
lets not get hang up about this. Anyway I am feeling fucking horny so how’s about
you look while I ask the misses to give my dick some attention. My wife moved
over towards me and again gave me that silent look that says everything, funny
how when you have known someone for so long you don't need to say a word, just a
look tells it all. She was clearly turned on and her breath was coming quicker,
her eyes had that slightly glazed look and her face had a beautiful flush. I had
rarely seen her so intense and it was incredible to see this part of her, a part
which I had not seen for many years. She came and sat next to me and aid so what
are you after big boy, fancy anything in particular. I responded that given that
our guest was rather intimate with us now, he may as well see more, so my pet get
your clothes off and come pay my poor lonesome cock a bit of attention with that
mouth of yours. She raised from her position and slowly took off her dress, next
came her bra and the her knickers. She had a gorgeous body, lightly covered in
adipose but not excessive just enough to give her a gentle swell to her stomach
and softness to her breasts, the skin of which was now red and hot.

She knelt down infront of me and kissed my thigh, turning her face up she said
looks like I'm kind of spoilt tonight. Two cocks and one woman, I replied well
don't waste them, Anthony if you get your breath back come and join us. My
darling wife then took my hard cock in her hand and engulfed the head with her
hot mouth, it was complete bliss, my cock was incredibly sensitised and her hot
mouth absorbed every part of my psyche, I existed in my dick and the world became
a soft fuzzy blur of pleasure. Her head moved slowly up and down and her throat
hummed deep vibrations across my knob. She always has been a cracker for a good
blow job and tonight it was as if she was loving me with her mouth. I felt her
rhythm shift and opened my eyes to see Anthony positioning himself behind my
wife’s buttocks, his hips shuffled in closer and quite soon after I could feel my
wifes mouth tighten around my dick more as his cock probably found its mark and
entered into what was more than likely her sopping wet cunt. Her body began to
rock back and forward, her mouth moving up and down my cock as her body was
thrust forward by the rhythm of Anthony behind her. My cock was on fire but
suddenly she removed her mouth and let out a low deep moan, her orgasm rippled
through her and her head buried itself between my legs as she let the feeling
wash over. Anthony was still thrusting from behind and she began shouting at him
to fuck her harder, I was holding her head with my heads, yet again my poor dick
was left all alone as my wife drove the man from behind on with words of
encouragement, to tell the truth I wasn't particularly pissed off, I hadn't seen
her like this before and the passion that was now on display in front of me was
making up for any lack of sensation I was losing out on.

With a sharp grunt Anthony suddenly became still and held my wifes ass in his
hands tightly, drawing her cunt back onto his cock as he came. My wife yelled out
yes in almost a cry of victory and pushed her as back on his crotch. They stayed
locked together for a short while, her head on my lap, then Anthony pulled back
and collapsed sitting onto the floor, my wife gave my cock a kiss and then my
lips a deep kiss I kissed her back hard and said you were fucking wonderful,
never seen you like this before. She sighed deeply and said it was fantastic and
then looked down to my raging hard cock and said, ahhh my pooor baby still left
all alone. I said forget it I'll sort that out later tonight I think we ought to
clean up a bit this room is full of the smell of sex and you look like you are
going to fall asleep. Anthony also looked completely fucked, I said sleep over
tonight, you probably need to chill out for a while before getting back on your
feet.

I was like a mother to the two of them, sorting them out, preparing the beds and
flopping them down in their respective rooms. Anthony in the spare bedroom and my
wife in the matrimonial bedroom. After tucking them in I slipped in next to my
wife and gave her a wet kiss on the forehead. Whispering go to sleep darling and
then cuddling her as she slipped into deep breathing and a relaxed sleep. My cock
was still hard but there seemed a satiation to the night, yes I could have fucked
but for some reason I had a calmness to it. With the images of what had just
happened replaying in my mind I fell asleep to.



Soon as I get some more time I'll tell you have things moved on, we are in an
incredible time of our relationship, with alot more excitement and energy than
has happened for a while. Like young kids again. But I am getting ahead of
myself, as soon as I get the time I'll post some more. bye bye all and hope the
wait was worth it.



I hadn't quite seen it in such poetic terms but thanks for the positive feedback
it inspires one to write more. Which is exactly what I am going to do.

The morning after.

Well the usual morning rush came and my wife had gotten up before me and
presented me with a cup of coffee, I slowly came to the land of the living and
smiled at her and asked how she was. She replied that she felt really good and so
incredibly relaxed. Like some inner tension had been relieved that had been with
her for months. She told me that she had already brought a cup of coffee to
Anthony and they had spoken about last nights adventure. From what she said it
was clear that there wasn't going to be some massive existential crises or soul
searching about the matter and we both relaxed into this new state of being. The
love and affection was still there strongly and we spoke like we had just been to
a really good party and flirted with others all night rather than involving
another person into our sexual relationship. The most pleasant thing was the
friendship that we both had with Anthony before last night, and rather than
changing that for the worse and seeing him as a threat, the sharing we had done
had cemented his friendship more in our minds. Anyway it was getting on and the
sick don't take holidays so I got up, dressed and headed downstairs for
breakfast. Anthony was already downstairs and we smiled warmly at each other. We
chatted really easily and discussed the nights events, it got to a point where I
was recommending certain things my wife really enjoyed in bed until she came in
and said, dont give away all her secrets all in one go a girl has to retain some
mystery, we smiled and I parted for work, leaving her and Anthony alone. As my
wife and I kissed at the door I said have fun today and make you don't gt up to
anything I wouldn't do, she laughingly responded, seeing that you would get up to
anything that leaves me an extremely wide scope.

The day in work dragged on and on and I was dying to get home to talk with this
new incredible woman who was my wife. When I got back she was sitting alone on
the sofa with just a dressing gown on. I asked her what kind of day she had had
and she responded with, well your just going to have to find out, with that she
parted her thighs and the dressing gown opened. Her cunt was open, swollen and
moist and I knelt down beside her to have a closer look. Well there was the signs
of sperm just inside her vagina and I could not resist an overwhelming urge to
bend my head down and began kissing her open lips. The smell was familiar but
with an additional component and as a confirmed devotee to the fine art of
cunnilingus I began to kiss, lick and tongue her pussy with building passion,
excitement and gusto. I was loving it and she was starting to stream fluid into
my mouth. Her additional lubrications bringing forth a flow of Anthony's sperm
and her juice. My hands reached up to play with her nipples and she began
thrusting to increase the pressure of my mouth and nose that were now buried
deeply into her ripened cunt. With a gasp of pleasure she thrust down hard and I
was rewarded with a gush of hot sweet fluid that I eagerly swallowed.

Yet again I hadn't come myself but yet again it didn't seem important and
absolutely necessary. Curious for me because usually I am so greedy in bed.
Anyway she said that was rather good and I haven't felt so spoilt or adored in a
very long time. Did you enjoy yourself and how was it having some other mans
sperm in there. I said I had had a great time and the sperm was different than
the usual taste but not entirely unpleasant, I must give it a go direct from
source one day. She raised an eyebrow and responded, well perhaps I may just like
to see that but don't get any ideas, I haven't just started being greedy and
having two men, to then lose them both by them going off with each other. I said
there was no fear of that, curiosity was my main agenda and I loved her body far
to much to want to do a runner. We kissed and got on with a warm cuddly evening.



Curious this wife sharing scenario, I am getting more in the way of sex. and more
in the way of love and affection. It doesn't seem to fit the expected scenario
but hey I'm not complaining.

More to come, I have much to tell you.






It has been quite a while since my last posting and my apologies to all who have
been waiting expectantly for the next installment to the tale of me the Mrs and
and Anthony. I suppose I should introduce the Mrs, her name is Arabella



Our current set-up might seem strange to a few but it seems completely natural
and right to us. We have been sharing our relationship for the last  year and if
anything we have fewer arguments now than ever. I suppose some of the sexual
tension is gone and we are still in an infatuation period with our new set up.
Sometimes it feels like we have a big secret that know one else knows about and
it causes us to giggle at how everyone else see us as so respectable and
upstanding. Anthony is in the bosom of our family and much has been cleared up in
terms of the relationship. I doesn't want or expect to run off with Arabella, she
doesn't want to leave me. In bed I lose any control but in the house I'm boss, I
think it was important getting this clarity from the beginning and a good balance
of power and control. I'm a great one for the idea of balance. Power and control
in some areas, weakness and loss of control in others. In this way you get to
retain a sense that things are manageable but also retain the ability to let go
and let things happen so that the unexpected and new can emerge. Though I suppose
it is still abit of a sham because when it boils down to it, I am saying when I
want to have no control. I'm sure life is going to throw a curved ball at me some
time and it is all going to become very chaotic and crazy but until then I'm
going to get my thrills where I can.


So where was I, never did get to the shopping for lingerie bit. Lingerie what a
wonderfull thing. I love going lingerie shopping though it always seems such a
cross purpose, she goes for something practical and I always head for the
frivolous and daring. She goes to Marks and Spencers for knickers and I drag her
off to some corsetry shop in Soho. There isn't a woman I know who hasn't been
locked in an eternal battle between her underwear and her man. Though even
Arabella admits to feeling more sexy and confident when she has the full basque,
stockings and suspender bit on when we go off to a theatre or opera. Anyway we
had planned to go shopping and this little trip was specifically for the purpose
of getting a few sexy outfits for Anthony.

It was going to be a little adventure where the single purpose was to find
something titilating, you see what I mean about things getting better between us
two, as far as I am aware Arabella hadn't gone out of her way to do something
specifically and overtly sexual before Anthony came along but since then she has
been more sensual and sexual as if the sexual side of her has been released and
now it was OK to just get down right dirty without going through some weird trip
about propriety, what happens to women to get them so uptight about enjoying
themselves sexually. So off we toddled down Oxford Street doing the Harrods,
Selfridges and Debenhams lingerie sections, me taking every oportunity to stroke
a frilly silky thing were I could and both of us discussing what would be nice,
what would show off her assets and what our Anthony might enjoy most. I tended to
go for anything sheer and black whilst she was thinking cup sizes and right fit,
ahh women always so practical. The whole shopping trip was enhanced greatly by
the thought that she would be wearing this soon and for the pleasures of the two
men in her life. I have seen a lot of talk about sluts in the labyrinth, and
while my mind doesn't instantly come up with that phrase to describe Arabella,  I
was getting to enjoy the term and applying it to my sweet wife. I think there is
definately process occuring in the both of us, she opening up and me getting to
realise that it is OK infact more than OK to think of her in terms of a sexual
object. Before the women go, "ohhh thats really misogonistic" let me say quickly
that at times there has to be an objectification of your sexual partner and at
other times, a time when you worship her, and yet other times when you just treat
each other as human beings. Now I don't know whether this is a mature attitude or
not but it just seems to have come along with the passing of time. You realise
that you don't have to stick to some idealisation of womanhood or some screwed up
fear of women that results in abusive relationships, when you are confident and
comfortable with each other a bit of abuse, objectification and downright
nastiness doesn't have terrible consequences for each others ego's infact you get
to have fun with it. As I always say to my more neurotic patients. "You can't
explore unless you have a secure home to come back to". Perhaps less obscure is;
without the confidence of a secure base you don't have the freedom to go off and
take a few risks.

But yet again I'm off on a tangent, I'm sure you don't want to hear about my pet
theories but, patience you will see where these ramblings head off to at a later
date.

So we ended going for a number of flimsy and not so flimsy garments. Black....yum
my favourite, lacy in parts, sheer in parts... The bog standard rules for
engagement applied. Stockings, (fish nets), suspenders, a basque, and to top it
off a nice little black choker. I was dying to get home and see her in them and
caught a taxi back in the hope that she would try them on as soon as we got home.
But alas to no availe she told me that I would have to wait until the evening
when Anthony got back, when we could both see it at the same time. I knew she was
playing a little waiting game with me, knowing full well that the anticipation of
the act helps build up the excitement and energy and of course lust. Well she
knew me well and all that day I was in a constant state of arousal and carried a
throbbing hard on throughout he day and into the early evening.

At last Anthony returned but still we had to wait, she didn't let on that
anything special was going to happen that night, but did cook a gorgeous meal and
opened up a couple bottles of Fitou. Afterwards she disappeared and Anthony and I
settled down on the sofa for a couple lagers and a video. About an hour later in
entered Arabella in her new gear, looking absolutely stunning and a complete
tart. Her makeup was on heavy, she wore black high heels, the basque, stockings
and choker made her look like something out of a porno movie. Anthony was
rivetted and myself well I was dumbstruck. never had she put on a show like this
and never had I seen her ooze such sexual power as she did tonight. She stood
briefly before the both of us and then slowly walked over to where we were
sitting. She knelt on the floor and reached out for the crotch of both our
trousers at the same time. Gently stroking my erection and I presume Anthonys,
unless he was made out of stone, then grasping gently around our cocks. Soon
afterwards she leaned back so her bum was on her ankles and said to us, "Ok guys
what are you waiting for, are you going to fuck me or what". We struggled to get
our pants off, and I don't know how they always seem to manage it so easily in
porn movies but when your in lust for some strange reason it's as if your clothes
seem three to four times harder to get off. While we struggled to rid ourselves
off our clothing. Arabella said " tonight I want the both of you to do and say
exactly what you want, don't worry about what I'm feeling don't be embarrased to
say what is on your mind, let it out I want to feel like your whore tonight, I
want to feel overwhelmed, I want to swim in a sea of sperm of sweat. Fuck me and
use me I want to be your cunt". She got on all fours and stuck her tongue out in
a most lacivious way and wiggled her bum.

I almost blew my poor sperm load there and then, God...and heres me an
atheist...what a night, a gorgeous meal, lovely bottle of wine, the lights down
low, a warmth and deeply relaxed feling and infront of me a dream. And yes by
this time we had both got our clothes off and were sporting hard ons. The
throbbing type that bounces your cock up and down in time to the beat of your
heart. I went for her arse and Anthony positioned himself to her face, I could
see her mouth opening as she leaned forward to take his cock into her painted
lips, me I shuffled forward a bit and positioned myself to enter her. Grabbing
hold of my cock I nudged it towards her cunt, which was radiating heat, I pushed
gently forward and she opened up for me, her cunt wet and hot and parting to
allow me entrance. I slid in slowly wishing to saviour that delicious feeling of
the first entrance. Arabella was making lovely slurping noises around Anthony's
prick and my dear friend was clearly enjoying himself. But these gentle passions
soon faded and we were both getting a bit more energetic in our endeavours before
long. I reached my hands around her waist and stated thrusting hard and deep into
her. Anthony was doing similar and had reached both hands around the back of her
head and was thrusting into her mouth. Neither of us as far as I am aware had
fucked Arabellas mouth, when I say fucked I mean fucked, you know hard and fast
and deep. Now Anthony was pounding into her face and Arabella was taking more
cock down her throat than I had ever seen her do before, she was drooling spittle
from her mouth and it was thick and slimy. her nose was also running and every
once in a while she would retch but then catch a breath and say "that's it go on
fuck my face, fuck me you bastard", I had never seen her like this infact it was
just a little unnerving seeing the transformation so complete, but nerves or no
passion called and nature sped us towards an increasing tempo. Arabella's body
was being squashed in the middle between the thrust of Anthony and myself, her
body was covered in sweat and both Anthony and myself were soaking, once in a
while drops of perspiration flew from us and the smell was heady and
intoxicating. I was lost in a whirl of passion and sped forwards to my climax. At
last the dam broke and I grabbed Arabellas arse and plunged my cock deep into her
womb. My sperm erupted and with it left my whole soul. I screamed an animals cry
and accompanying my bellows Arabellas encouragement streamed out of her mouth.
She was cooing such sweet words, throwing her head back swirling her hair and
complimenting me so deliciously on my ejaculation, words such as, "yea give it to
me, yes I love your spunk, let me feel it, shoot it deep inside of me" all this
is somehow lost in the telling but there is nothing like a woman telling you how
much she is enjoying your ejaculation to make that ejaculation so much nicer.

I stayed with my cock buried inside of her to leave now would have spoilt the
magic of the feeling, I was still relatively hard but the ejaculation had been so
intense it was definately not going to be a night of returns. While my slowly
sofening penis rested in Arabella she returned her attention to Anthony, the poor
lad had been left with but her tight grip on his dick whilst she was welcoming
the entrance of my seed. He did not seem unduly perturbed by the slight
interruption and smiled at me as she went down on his cock, still looking
straight at me he once more grabbed the back of her head with his hands and
proceeded to start long slow thrusts into Arabellas mouth, rather than quick hard
jabs he was taking his time to ease as much of his cock down her throat as
possible, as before she at times gagged and retched but soon returned to her task
and pushed her head down to meet the rthym of his slow movement. Without warning
Anthony suddenly pushed in hard and buried his cock all the way into Arabellas
mouth she just hung there impaled, he pulled out and then quickly and hard pushed
back in, again and again, he started fucking her face and her saliva streamed in
great puddles onto the floor, her nose snorted snot and her eyes streamed tears
but yet she met each thrust forward of Anthonys with her own downward stroke. I
was amazed and still Anthony and I kept eye contact, he smiled and raised an
eyebrow, I did similar and I started with words of encouragement, "yes baby fuck
his cock with your mouth take it all down, suck that cock you whore, you like
that big fat cock don't you, swallow it, swallow it all" once again I write these
words and they seem extremely silly in the writing but in the heat of the moment
they were words of extreme power that charged me, Anthony and Arabella. Anthony
was beginning to adopt those old fimiliar signs that things were getting to an
end, his thrusts were getting more jerky, and I think any thought of my poor
wifes tender mouth was gone. He pounded away and the snot, saliva continued to
pour I have never seen such a complete soggy abandon in all my life. With an
incredible lurch forward he cried out and as he did so Arabella gave an
incredible snort with her nose and from her nostrils came a copious flow of
sperm, she sank back, Anthonys cock popped from her mouth and she retched....
spunk and saliva streamed from her mouth, nose and what seemed her eyes, to
collect on what was already a large soggy wet patch on the carpet. I by this time
had departed her sweet backside and was watching the show from the side, Anthonys
cock began to droop and we both went to Arabella to ask if she was Ok, With
tears, snot and slime everywhere she gave a weak smile and said "that that was
the best time ever", then a stronger smile broke on her face and she looked
around her as if only now coming back to an awareness of her surroundinds and
said "what a complete mess the carpets in". I pulled her close to me and said
said that she was incredible, words just sort of trailed off and so did we
towards the bedroom, colapsed on the bed and suddenly awareness left my body and
that wonderfull crashing deep and dark sleep of the recently orgasmed overcame
me.

And with that my readers I bid due Goodnight and I shall return with further
anecdotes of our new found love life. Our slide into debauchery and what a
wonderfull time we have been having since discovering that it is good being bad
;-)

Take care all