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An early thirty-something couple, now done having our babies, two little beauties; growing up in a hurry. Although life is hectic we find time and are ready to experiment with fantasies, maybe more???. ... Flirting and petting with other attractive couples and testing and expanding our comfort zone.

This all started for us when we had a sudden unplanned opportunity to enjoy a brief vacation at a luxurious resort in Jamaica. On a whim we ended up at a bar and club that had a mix of locals and tourists . A casual but very sexy white sundress, obviously bra-less, along with her natural beauty made my wife a very popular dance partner for the single native men. Their relaxed island attitudes to the fact that she was married, did not daunt them for a moment, and they understood many women exploit these opportunities to explore the whispered legends to experience, the rumored huge talents of going dark and native.

At one point after several hours of almost constant dancing the naked silhouette of her perfectly toned desirable tanned white flesh was clearly visible through her dress when she was positioned and illuminated by the back-lighting. Although she was not aware of her exhibition, many people at the club were rewarded with a once in a lifetime alluring view.

Fueled by alcohol and a sense of carefree island anonymity created an uninhibited side to her personality previously unrevealed. She morphed into this beautiful incredibly sexually provocative creature. She seemed to savor the opportunity to flaunt her hypnotic feminine charm, seducing her spellbound audience.

Progressively her dancing became more physical and sexual in nature, as the men she selectively partnered with allowed their hands to increasingly wander and linger more suggestively then ever. At times both in front and in back she was pulled into contact with her partner as they simulated a familiar and highly intimate and passionate suggestive innuendo. Her smoldering eyes reflected her intrigue and excited consideration.

Believe me when I tell you nobody was more shocked than me to discover the awesome vivid impact of observing other men hitting on my wife, now touching and caressing her, as she offered no longer subtle, but encouraging signs that she just possibly could be available. I found myself with a convincing erection and crazy thoughts inflaming my enamored brain, as things escalated.

Ultimately a tall dark and muscular man seemed to be the one to impose his dominance fending of all the rivals. For more than twenty minutes he became her exclusive partner. Several times they performed the most incredible stage show where she would stand in front of him, both facing me, her arms upward and back wrapped around his neck, his erection pressed an rocking on her back, as he moved his big black hands slowly down her body in mock performance of how he was going to strip her. I was in awe at how hot she looked, in his big dark arms, in such a compromised vulnerable position.

At one point his huge dark hands were so casually stroking her hips and then he extended his long fingers and gradually positioned them so he could brush his fingertips across her gyrating pussy. All this was occurring as they were dancing in a slow sensual rhythm. I could detect her growing exhilaration as his wandering fingers actually physically stimulated her excited pussy. This caused me to have very vivid images of this big man taking my wife and giving her the best fucking of her life.

As his bold fingers danced upon her, I could not stop the images flashing in my head of him going back to the hotel and the two of them naked on our bed.

We were both taken by surprise how much fun and sexually charged fervor we uncovered that one uninhibited very risque tropical night, the sexual tension heightened as man after man competed to win her and introduce her to her first up close and very personal interracial impression, they were in full battle mode to become the first lucky black man to score her coveted white pussy. The highly anticipated drama of just how far we were willing to let things go was both exhilarating and frightening as we pushed into this uncharted territory!

She finally ran to me jumping into my open arms, we kissed passionately, and quickly made our exit, and rushed ti the privacy of our hotel suite. I always questioned how far I would have let things go, and I actually tremble recalling my extraordinary unfiltered literal arousal. That trip was far to short.

I guess you could say on that unique crazy night we truly discovered some previous unspoken, but highly persuasive influences that lit a spark in our sexual conscious. Some embarrassing candor and soulful admissions charted us on a course to cautiously explore some aspects!

So back stateside, like any frazzled couple with young children, we wanted to take advantage of the infrequent opportunities to put the waning sexual spark, back into our hectic life. So for us we attempted to replicate the dynamic mutual feelings and sensations we shared on the island that very erotic, unconventional and enlightening tropical night.

Once back at home we loved going out to the clubs and have her dress super sexy, mildly flirting specifically with certain black men, becomes especially appealing and fun, dancing, romantic innuendo and suggestive contact, we are role playing. Maybe with the fantasy idea of one day extending an invitation for him to come back to our home. Playing with the notion of what almost happened in Jamaica. Not that it would ever really happen we just wanted to fuel our scenarios where we would play the scenario back at home in our bedroom.

More and more our foreplay in the bedroom involved, how hot it looked when she was dancing and looking so sexy getting her groove on and being pursued by a black man, as he suggestively touches her and they grind together simulating what could happen in the bedroom. A new man or men every few weeks when we could arrange the opportunity to have a night on the town would have the opportunity to have the lovely blonde honey in his arms. She certainly enjoyed the dancing part, and I was the one who promoted the fascination with the whole hot-wife genre.

All the encouragement I gave her was solely for the purpose of heating up and providing additional fuel to ignite the fire in our bedroom between the two of us.

Last night was different, at the club she was openly grinding and then boldly kissing her tall and fit dance partner, loving being held in his muscular dark arms. Her diamond ring was sparkling as she danced almost solely with him, sometimes joining him at his table, enjoying private conversation. Her slinky little dress showed plenty of her fabulous thighs, her back was almost completely exposed, and with certain movements she displayed riveting side-boob and the illusion that a glimpse of her nipple could be seen.

She gladly accepted him placing his big dark hands upon her as he caressed her thighs and hips with each contact become bolder and lingering longer. Never prior had she allowed more than a friendly kiss. She also never spent so much time with any individuals we incorporated into our game.

At one point from across the room, she silently mouthed the words to me emphasizing, "his cock was huge". I guessed she could feel it against her when they were dancing.

He boldly intimated to her he had prior highly successful experience guiding other white couples into the lifestyle. I had to admit they looked hot dancing together. It was unique spending most of the evening on the periphery as a voyeur.

She made sure I could see them kissing exchanging tongues, as he held her in his muscular black arms. She was taking our little game to unprecedented levels.

It is hard to explain the emotions and impressions of observing your partner and love of your life accepting and even encouraging the rising amorous advances from another man. Yes I was guilty of encouraging the flirtation and observing other men indicate their sexual attraction for her, but this was now different she was granting him so many liberties. Just how far did she plan to allow things to advance?

After one particular dance when she pushed her ass into his noticeable erection, they were both facing me, and she reached her arms backwards looping them around his neck, purposely leaving the entire front of her body available for him to sensually caress. She looked so sexy as he touched her so sexually. After this dance she briefly came over and kissed me as she discretely examined that I had a raging hard-on confirming her suspicions.

It did not take her long to go back into his muscular dark arms. Tonight she was restless and seemed determined to take things to a whole new level.

Eventually daringly inviting him to our home, after one drink in the living-room where she was almost exclusively engaged in attentive conversation with him, letting him glimpse her cleavage and thighs, she barely looked at me. She had on her tiny black club dress, black matching push-up bra and thong.

I grabbed the remote and dimmed the lights, then the room was filled with a silky smooth cool jazz number. I had set the mood indicating I wanted to see them dance slowly together in the privacy of our great-room. With a real light air my wife stood and pulled him upright by the hand.They took a few steps and began to embrace, she whispered something into his ear.

Then she kissed him passionately they exchanged tongues deeply in a choreographed tango, she suddenly turned and took his hand and methodically led him to our master bedroom and locked the door.

I never thought she would go through with this she was going to take this further then I could ever imagine. Before entering the bedroom she gave me a stare, her face was radiant with a profound expression, as if to claim, "you have to be careful about what you wish for." Thankfully the kids were at their Grandmothers.

I think she believes she will hold more power over me by by excluding my visual stimulation, but I also believe she was following his request and direction and lead. They knew I wanted to observe, but I think he wanted to control both of us, but mostly he wanted her to break free of all her inhibitions and establish psychologically his ongoing place with her in our bed. He wanted to secure his position and ongoing privileged rank and authority in our bedroom. He had informed her that he had enlightened other couples forever transforming the expectations of those lovely wife's pussy.

She likes to be romanced, she will insist on privacy in the candlelit bedroom, some cool soulful jazz playing, Egyptian cotton sheets as cool as the other side of the pillow await a special man. When she feels an attraction she becomes the most giving and gracious lover one could ever find. Locked out I could only imagine her conclusive and secretive seduction as his big dark hands stripped her naked.

Honestly I was jealous, so far we had just played and fantasized about it, now she was prepared to share and let him experience her perfectly toned body and her natural beauty in full blown glory. Now that it was going to happen the two of them were going to deny me the pleasure of observing him touching her.

It had been at my initiative telling her hot it would be watching another man touch her intimately, over time to increase the drama our whispered private fantasies revolved around a very endowed black man entering into the picture.

As a post vasectomy safe couple we both fear and are excited in our pillow-talk by the reality of a broken condom or the possibility of her overheated behavior if she finds herself really attracted to this man in allowing him to proceed sans condom, bareback and unprotected sliding inside her receptive pussy, when we fantasized scenarios together. She desires full on intimacy with no barriers.

She is in there granting him a rare, enviable and exclusive birds-eye view of her supple breasts, and lovely blonde landing strip, her attentively erect peaking out clitoris, and her pink engorged damp lips, letting him soak it all in. Her body signals her open invitation to him.

Slowly the distinct sounds tell the tale. They make intense romantic love, breaking into bouts of him fucking her without mercy testing her endurance as her body absorbs the most intense orgasms of her life, then back to tender heartfelt bonding intimacy. There is very little sleep as they repeat their bouts of passion, at times I hear the most sexually graphic rap music accompanying their own coarse dialog.

The two of them had demonstrated a remarkable communal rhythm dancing and he now applied that enchanting magnetism to the bedroom, moving with her in ideal unison, cultivating her expanding passion and pleasure.

At times it seemed the walls were shaking, the mattress was creaking and the headboard was slamming. The incredible fast pace slapping of flesh as she rode him with a demon's rhythm gyrating her magic pelvis.

I shuddered as I recalled earlier in the evening at the club when she mouthed the words, He is fucking huge! Now she was in the bedroom becoming acquainted with the feelings produced in the remaining virgin territory of her pussy.

Relegated to the guest bedroom I am haunted throughout the long night with their vocal cries of heated passion, some of it racially charged as they explored the taboo dynamic. She is enjoying being so out of her conventional character, tonight she wants to be his uninhibited whore, I hear her imploring him to take ownership of her wet tight pussy.

He had obviously struck a hidden chord with her introducing her to a new and raw sexuality laced with all the colorful flavors, stressing the taboo nature, savoring the cultural indoctrination, making her familiar with the interracial mystique. What was going on in that bedroom was explosive, I heard them both shouting the "N" word exploiting all the overtones of a white married lady inviting a black man into her bedroom. He had unleashed her dirty little hidden secret.

Throughout the long night my sleep was rare and restless. I tortured myself with blame that my obsession drove her to her brash action tonight. I was deprived of actually visually witnessing them, yet the pictures in my mind were vivid and scandalous, yet much to my dismay my hard cock betrayed my inner feelings. I listened carefully.

She had solely made the decision to take my and her "Game" to the irrevocable conclusion, inviting him into our home, into our bed, and consummating the deal by taking him into her married pussy.

Her involuntary cooing noises provided confirmation she absolutely adored the way he was doing her, she would express her gratitude by bestowing her genuine affection upon him demonstratively. Encouraging him to have her fully!

For a multitude of reasons I was audibly witnessing her getting her freak on, normally self reserved she was tonight letting her freak flag fly. She had leaped with both feet into the actuality of the Hot Wife genre. The echelon of pleasure and desire she was reaching was a sweet mixture so radical and rigorous almost bordering on pain.

At times you might have thought that he was killing her, the violent nature would soon be resolved by her encouraging banter, as deep seated orgasms reached there peaks and valleys. His stamina was incredible, a perpetual hard-on, showing her a whole new level of intensity.

The pictures kept haunting my mind, her white feet pointed at the ceiling her willing leg wide open as he pounded her relentlessly into our mattress. Images of my beautiful wife having the time of her life as her highly skilled and well endowed black lover brought her delightful pleasure were synchronized to her audible gasps and moans.

Will she fulfill our pillow-talk fantasy and wrap her well toned white thighs and arms around him and plead for him to finish their lovemaking by coming deep inside her?

My wife has only been with me and one other man, or really a boy her long-term teenage sweetheart who had the pleasure of taking her virginity. He had worked her up into such a hyper sexual frenzy she worshiped him and from the sounds she was giving him everything, at one point from his description she was even darting her tongue up his black ass.

Some of the coarse involuntary language leads me to believe they are rocking each others world, he is in fact having her cheating married white pussy bareback without protection, and she is bestowing him the ultimate honor by receiving his potent seed from his bare black cock. It frightens the hell out of me imagining him ejaculating his hot bursts of perilous come deep inside my wife. I do not recall her ever being so vocal coming for him at least a dozen times.

It was a long torturous evening having to listen to the activities occurring in my bedroom, understanding he was taking what had been exclusively mine.

Ultimately leaving us with the dilemma of complete disclosure of our one night of scandalous behavior, taking our game to far, together we will face the telling dark fruit for allowing a high stakes game of Russian roulette to be wagered in her fertile pussy.

She confesses the following morning, that he indeed awakened and scratched a deep dark need in her pussy causing her to be inflicted with an incurable case of rampant jungle fever, and she intends to date him. Her eyes are bright and her face is flush as she declares the merits of a really big man delighting her enlightened pussy! Unapologetic, she declares her sense that having him totally occupy her and surrendering to him emancipated her and she wants him to make her feel that way again soon.

She stood before me defiantly confident indicating I was equally responsible.

She proclaimed he knew exactly when and where to touch her, and her willing enthusiastic response was amplified when she absorbed the visual contrast of his dark skin, and even more pronounced when the head of his penis crested deliciously in the virgin territory of her vagina that only he has exclusively traveled in. She claimed both her mind and body felt electric as she comprehended the ramifications of what she was doing.

She made it emphatically clear that he was much better endowed,and it really counted as she intimated that his fabulous cock enjoyed the night bareback and unprotected.

I had heard her a few minutes earlier escort him to the front door, it was apparent he was just kissing and utilizing his hands to caress her now very familiar naked flesh underneath her robe as they prolonged his departure by at least five minutes. Apparently they had not gotten enough after practically fucking throughout the entire night. That bastard must be grinning ear to ear having the good fortune to have a beautiful woman, another mans wife granting him no bars intimacy.

She had carefully chosen a man of color to make the situation much more dramatic understanding a third child with darker features would raise many eyebrows. Would are marriage survive her sudden escalation and everlasting and altered status?

The novel enthusiastic guttural sounds she made, her open raw passion, the way she relished as he dominated and subjugated her sinful white flesh would be etched in my brain forever. Hell she may have even submitted to the chance he could impregnate her.

She opens her short silky white robe exposing her corrupted white flesh to me, her budding nipples are swollen, distended and fuller then I have ever seen them, he marked the flesh of her tits with his big lips, she shifts her thighs and her fully engorged labia is throbbing and gaped open, glistening, actually sparkling with dew. She presents me with the indisputable creamy evidence of her first dark infidelity. He did come inside her, she took it upon herself to escalate our previous flirtations with the hot-wife game. She allowed him to darken our world.

She wanted me to fully soak in the sinful condition of her decadent hot flesh, fresh with her decision to take our private fantasy to fruition. She stood there basking in the deep gratification she had achieved. She never looked more feminine, absolutely aglow, then it dawned on me she was exhibiting the swollen erogenous zones of a woman in estruses. She was clearly satisfied with her conclusion to live this out fully.

She stared at me smugly, conveying that my insistence on playing these games had driven her into the arms of her first black lover, and he put an abrupt end to the risque games we enjoyed playing, by taking control and consummating fantasies and turning them into reality.

The thing that is hard to understand is my gorgeous wife had only been intimate with one other man prior to me. This was probably part of the reason that I found it so hot watching her flirt and tease other men, because I had pride in the highly exclusive history of her coveted pussy.

What happened last night? Had she tired of my seeming obsession to play our game? Did she possibly determine I wanted her to escalate her behavior? Maybe she just wanted to teach me a lesson.

She had also purposely decided to deny me any participation or even the consideration of observing her in the act that had dominated my fantasies. She must have looked incredibly beautiful and vulnerable with her naked white flesh molded into his powerful dark body.

She stood there before me silently taunting me, letting me take in her her vagina was teeming with her black lovers semen, wanting me to fully absorb there are consequences to the games I encouraged her to play. She had turned our bedroom into a playground.I knew she had been purposely vocal all night to highlight for me she was entertaining her new black lover. It was as if she was non-verbally saying to me, "this is what you should have known was going to happen constantly encouraging these role-playing games, so deal with the consequences."

She gradually moved her hand in a circular fashion across her tummy, indicating the possibility that she may possibly expand our family with a new darker skin baby. Was she taunting me because we never fully resolved our debate about baby number three when I chose to have a vasectomy.

Then with a mocking projection of false modesty, she calculatingly utilized her hand with the sparkling diamond and ring of our pledged fidelity to cover and shield her deceitful vagina,with the abundant and visible viscous corroborating evidence. The expression on her face was a contrived remorse, but the sparkle in her eyes matched the gratification radiating from her unfaithful JayJay.

The fact that our birth control for the past few years was my vasectomy was exasperated by the potent and fertile fluids, she was mockingly attempting to conceal.

Her bright eyes spoke volumes as if to say, all those nights I encouraged her to dress provocatively, the way I promoted that she flirt and dance with a specific type of man, so I could take voyeuristic pleasure, had led us to this time and place with her fertile vagina teeming with another mans sperm.

I am both excited and resentful that she shared herself without reservation making the choice to allow him to become her lover. As she sashayed away claiming she was going to take a long hot bubble bath, she casually mentioned she accepted his offer for a future date a few moments ago while they were embracing in our front doorway.

She fully intended to see him again, she was escalating our game to a new intense level, signaling she would entertain him again in our bed, granting him persistent bareback privileges.

I could not help but recall some of her desperate vulgar vocalizations that echoed through the walls throughout the prior evening, especially about how he now owned her white pussy. and her encouraging vocalized confirmations.

Because I indulged and prompted her to play the game, inspired by how hot I thought she looked dancing, flirting, and being playfully touched especially by a big black man, she had made me pay the price. She allowed this man to bareback her all night filling her fertile pussy repeatedly.

How does she plan to change the dynamics in our bedroom?

A very potent and fertile revelation or fantasy.....!