WIFE CONFESSION
Just a quick one here. Years down the road, I finally convinced my wife to tell me everything about a placement she did in another country in the West Indies when she was in her early 20s. She was working for Planned Parenthood. There was a combination of locals and Europeans on the island, and she got to know most of them through her job and socially. We were sort of dating at the time, but long distance made it tough to stay connected. There were two guys that I knew were part of her orbit (they showed up in photos of her time there). One was an older, salt and pepper university prof type-- the head of PP-- and the other was a younger Black male who drove for the organization. She'd always told me that the prof type had tried to get into her pants but had never succeeded, and same for the driver, whom, she said, was always horny, and would joke about it with all the women who worked there.
A few years ago, she thought she recognized the prof in our home town, but it turned out he was just a lookalike, but that got her thinking about him. Later that day, she wanted to fuck, and we did, and after I remarked how on fire she was, she confessed what had got her wet: memories of the prof. I said something like, "Too bad you could never see him naked," and that's when she told me everything: how he'd come on to her during clean up at a party at his house. They were both drunk, of course, and she remembered how they'd flirted a little at the party, and that someone had teased the prof in front of her about being attracted to younger students and co-workers. Later, with only a few people lingering at the party outside in the garden, he'd come up behind her while she was at the sink and pressed on her a little, kissing her neck, then groping her ass. She held there and didn't resist, then turned around and made out with him. That stopped there, but after the last guest left, they returned to each other against a wall in the small living room. He was a few feet taller than her-- my wife is petite, maybe 5' 3''-- and so she could feel his cock jabbing against her stomach, and she could tell he was big. He got her top off-- no bra-- and leaned down to bite and lick her nipples. She masturbated him, making him moan. They went into the bedroom. She sat on the bed while he took off his shirt, revealing a full chest of dark grey and black hair. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock-- sticking straight up at 8 inches and very wet, she said. She cupped his hairy balls and sucked the head of dick, then went lower on the shaft. He told her he was going to cum, so he drew her off his cock, and, getting out of his pants, they laid on the bed, where my wife took down her panties. He rubbed her pussy and she touched his cock and they made out, and then he got on top of her-- straddling her-- and jet-came everywhere on her tits, neck and chin. He finished her with his mouth between her legs. It was incredible hearing her describe all of this to me. They fucked doggie style later that night and he came again across her back.
After confessing all of this, and getting me hard in the process, she told me about the driver-- a tall, skinny, younger black guy with a long cock; how he ended up taking her back home from a late meeting and, then, basically, following her inside, where he leaned against a wall, took out his semi-erect dick and showed it to her. He started rubbing it in a kind of ecstasy and she got turned on by the performance. She went to a couch in the room, and sat with her legs open, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. He got hard, she got wet, and after awhile, she got up and took his hand. They walked completely, beautifully, naked to the bedroom (my wife has very creamy, luminous skin, so the contrast to his Black body really fires the imagination) where, she said, they fucked unprotected in the missionary style. He filled her with his jet of cum. Sweating, panting, he got up and left, and they never fucked again. But she told me she'll always remember how he felt inside her. She ended up telling the prof what had happened and that really turned him on and they fucked all summer. I'm still amazed that she kept all of this from me, truly, truly.
A few years ago, she thought she recognized the prof in our home town, but it turned out he was just a lookalike, but that got her thinking about him. Later that day, she wanted to fuck, and we did, and after I remarked how on fire she was, she confessed what had got her wet: memories of the prof. I said something like, "Too bad you could never see him naked," and that's when she told me everything: how he'd come on to her during clean up at a party at his house. They were both drunk, of course, and she remembered how they'd flirted a little at the party, and that someone had teased the prof in front of her about being attracted to younger students and co-workers. Later, with only a few people lingering at the party outside in the garden, he'd come up behind her while she was at the sink and pressed on her a little, kissing her neck, then groping her ass. She held there and didn't resist, then turned around and made out with him. That stopped there, but after the last guest left, they returned to each other against a wall in the small living room. He was a few feet taller than her-- my wife is petite, maybe 5' 3''-- and so she could feel his cock jabbing against her stomach, and she could tell he was big. He got her top off-- no bra-- and leaned down to bite and lick her nipples. She masturbated him, making him moan. They went into the bedroom. She sat on the bed while he took off his shirt, revealing a full chest of dark grey and black hair. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock-- sticking straight up at 8 inches and very wet, she said. She cupped his hairy balls and sucked the head of dick, then went lower on the shaft. He told her he was going to cum, so he drew her off his cock, and, getting out of his pants, they laid on the bed, where my wife took down her panties. He rubbed her pussy and she touched his cock and they made out, and then he got on top of her-- straddling her-- and jet-came everywhere on her tits, neck and chin. He finished her with his mouth between her legs. It was incredible hearing her describe all of this to me. They fucked doggie style later that night and he came again across her back.
After confessing all of this, and getting me hard in the process, she told me about the driver-- a tall, skinny, younger black guy with a long cock; how he ended up taking her back home from a late meeting and, then, basically, following her inside, where he leaned against a wall, took out his semi-erect dick and showed it to her. He started rubbing it in a kind of ecstasy and she got turned on by the performance. She went to a couch in the room, and sat with her legs open, rubbing her pussy through her jeans. He got hard, she got wet, and after awhile, she got up and took his hand. They walked completely, beautifully, naked to the bedroom (my wife has very creamy, luminous skin, so the contrast to his Black body really fires the imagination) where, she said, they fucked unprotected in the missionary style. He filled her with his jet of cum. Sweating, panting, he got up and left, and they never fucked again. But she told me she'll always remember how he felt inside her. She ended up telling the prof what had happened and that really turned him on and they fucked all summer. I'm still amazed that she kept all of this from me, truly, truly.
3 年 前
