For a long time my wife Lenore wouldn’t even discuss the subject of swapping. She and I are both in our early thirties, and have been married for eight years. Though she is a sexy brunette, with a body that won’t quit, she was raised in a very strict religious atmosphere and was brought up to believe that sex is a necessary evil. Needless to say, this left me with a very sexually repressed wife, and made the idea of mate swapping virtually impossible. I had resigned myself to just fantasizing about it, until I met Sabrina.
Sabrina was transferred into my office from another department in the company I work for. She had blonde hair and hazel eyes, and was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. She appeared very conservative in her dress and manner, but I sensed a hidden sensuousness underneath the image. Although she was married, no one ever met her husband at any of the company’s social events. She would always come alone, stay awhile and then politely excuse herself for the evening.
Recently I overheard Sabrina on the phone, planning a getaway weekend with her husband. I immediately called Lenore and suggested a similar holiday. Then I managed to book the same hotel as Sabrina had at a local resort, with the intention of running into her there, as if accidentally.
On the way to the resort that weekend, I hinted to Lenore that this might be a good opportunity to experiment. As always, she just sighed and replied, “I wish you wouldn’t talk like that. I’m not sleeping with some strange man!” So I didn’t really expect anything to happen, but I figured it was worth the try.
Once at the hotel we changed and went out to the jacuzzi to relax. After about ten minutes Sabrina came along, wearing a very revealing bikini that barely contained her massive tits, and carrying a bottle of Champagne. When she saw me she got a surprised look on her face, and then sat down next to me with a big smile, saying, “Boy, is this a coincidence!” I immediately introduced her to Lenore, who seemed a bit nervous at her presence. I asked Sabrina if she was there alone, and she replied that her husband Patrick was with her, and would be along shortly.
We all drank some Champagne, and after a few minutes a very large black man approached the jacuzzi. He was about six feet five, and about 240 pounds of what looked like solid muscle. “Here he is now,” Sabrina said, as this big well built man got into the pool and sat down between Sabrina and my wife. Sabrina gave him a kiss and introduced him as her husband Patrick.
Lenore seemed more nervous than ever as Patrick smiled at her and slid a little closer. Sabrina, in turn, moved closer to me, and whispered in my ear that Patrick liked to “add spice” to their relationship. This sounded promising enough, but I still had great doubts about Lenore’s reaction, especially as I knew she had never really known a black man before. Still, she was drinking a lot more Champagne than she was used to, and after a while I thought I saw signs that it was getting to her a little.
Patrick leaned back against the wall of the jacuzzi and extended his arms around both women, then leaned down and began to whisper in Lenore’s ear. At some point his cock must have escaped his tight bathing suit, because I now saw that mammoth black serpent break the surface of the jacuzzi like a submarine periscope. Lenore’s eyes went wide, and for a minute I thought she was going to run away, but she didn’t move. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of that stiff cock, and she finally exclaimed in a raspy voice, “Oohh my God, it’s huge!”
Patrick just smiled at her, not bothering to try to hide that massive pole, and finally, to my great astonishment, Lenore asked him if she could touch it. Her voice was husky and her eyes looked fearful and fascinated at the same time. Patrick nodded, and my wife slowly reached down and cupped her petite hand around the top of his cock. Then she closed her eyes and stroked the full length of his shaft. “It’s magnificent,” she said breathlessly.
She did not let go of the ebony shaft, but let her hand rest at the base of it, its thickness making it impossible for her to grasp it fully. There was a lustful look in her eyes that I had never seen before, and she didn’t move away as Patrick leaned down to kiss her, slipping his tongue down her throat. She began to moan softly. Breaking this kiss, Patrick smiled at her again and suggested that they adjourn to his room for a nightcap.
All four of us rushed for the hotel, the thought of my petite wife with this perfect specimen making me hard as a rock. They had a small suite, and when we got there Patrick and Lenore went straight for the bedroom, while Sabrina and I remained in the living room area as Sabrina mixed us drinks.
Within minutes I heard my normally very controlled wife screaming in ecstasy. Sabrina and I, with one accord, moved to the bedroom door and pushed it open. Patrick was lying between Lenore’s legs, his tongue working her pussy over. She was bucking and writhing under his ministrations. Her eyes were half open slits, her long hair partially covering his massive hands as he massaged her tits, pulling and rubbing her taut nipples, while she squealed and rolled her head from side to side. Within minutes Lenore’s legs stiffened, her back arched and she screamed as he brought her to a mind blowing orgasm.
Patrick now rolled onto his back, displaying his huge ebony shaft for all of us to see. Lenore gazed lustfully at the large dark crown, at the thick shaft with its large veins running the length of either side, and her head moved toward it as if drawn by an invisible hand. Lenore had never been into cocksucking, but now she gripped that shaft and her lips parted as she stared into Patrick’s eyes. He nodded encouragingly, and she brought her mouth to his pole and began to suck the thing further and further down her throat.
It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I couldn’t get over my wife’s complete sexual abandonment as she struggled to get as much of that shaft as she could into her mouth. Patrick lifted her lower torso from the bed, and without disturbing the connection between her mouth and his cock, positioned her so that her pussy was over his mouth. He flicked his tongue ever so lightly over her clit as she squirmed and quivered above him. He inserted a finger into her pussy, and Lenore stiffened and flooded his face with her juices. His finger was almost as long as my cock, and he continued to work it in and out of her. Then he slowly slipped his thumb into her rectum. Lenore squealed loudly around his cock, which she was now sucking with total abandon, her nostrils flaring, her mouth coating his tool with thick saliva, her hand pumping furiously over the part of the shaft her mouth couldn’t reach. Patrick was now on the verge of coming, growling from deep in his throat. I wondered what her reaction would be to his coming in her mouth. Then, with a deep groan, he steadied her head over his massive pole and erupted into that waiting mouth, his jism exploding into her throat and then gushing from her lips. His cream dropped onto her heaving breasts, oozing down to her flat stomach. My cock throbbed as I watched her licking the remnants of his come from her lips while she rubbed the rest into her skin like body lotion.
Patrick, after a brief pause, laid my wife down on the bed and crouched above her. “I’m going to fill you good, baby,” he panted.
Lenore nodded, her eyes both eager and apprehensive. He started to reach for a condom, and my wife astounded me again. “No, no,” she panted. “I want to feel that veined snake inside me!”
Patrick now hunched closer to my wife, spreading her thighs wide as he began to insert that ebony shaft into her, an inch at a time. “Oh, you’re so big!” she cried, but she arched herself toward him as he continued to work his way into her pussy. She began to moan with uncontrollable lust as her cunt adjusted to his size, and soon she was begging him to give her more.
“You want more?” he asked, teasing her even as he slipped more of his shaft inside her.
“Yes, give me more, please!” my wife groaned. “I want all of that beautiful cock!”
Patrick kissed her then, slipping his thick tongue down her throat as he thrust forward with his hips, slamming that ebony shaft all the way into her, his massive balls slapping her ass. Lenore broke the kiss, throwing her head back and crying out with ecstasy at the sensation of his total penetration. Her body went stiff, her face contorted, and she clutched at the sheets with arms extended as his huge serpent pinned her to the bed. The sight of this huge man skewering my petite wife with that giant ebony dick as she writhed below him was another erotic sight such as I had almost given up hope of seeing.
Again Patrick paused to allow her stuffed pussy to adjust to his full size, and Lenore instinctively raised her legs, bringing her knees to her shoulders to give him full access to her. In another moment he began to move that black pole in and out of her. Their bodies glistened with sweat, the contrast between his smooth dark skin and her creamy whiteness adding to the eroticism of their coupling. Her full breasts rocked violently as he thrust at her, their erect nipples rubbing against his massive chest. Her eyes closed each time his shaft withdrew, only to open wide again as he re entered her with his full length. “Oooohh, yes!” she cried out as her body stiffened with climax. It was the first of a seemingly endless series of orgasms as that black veined snake pounded into her with unrelenting rhythm, again and again.
Finally Patrick was getting close to exploding. I could see his ass tighten, and he began to withdraw from her, but Lenore wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him hard against her arching body, her breasts flat against his chest, pleading, “No, no, leave it in me, fill me deep!” She held on to him as another climax shook her body, but even as she collapsed below him she still begged him to stay inside her. I couldn’t believe she wanted to risk being impregnated by this man.
Patrick continued his relentless pounding, getting closer. “Are you sure, baby?” he panted.
“Yes!” Lenore shouted. “Oh yes, fill me lover, fill me good and hard with your seed!”
Instead of coming then, Patrick told Lenore to hang on, and effortlessly rolled them over, so that he was lying on his back with her on top of him. Her body was flushed and squirming, beads of perspiration running between her firm breasts as she straddled his straining hips, fully impaled on his huge ebony shaft. Her hair covered her face, falling onto his chest, until she swung her head back and began to fondle her own breasts as his massive hands closed around her tiny waist. He was masturbating himself with her body now, slamming her up and down the full length of his shaft, her juices lubricating his pole as cries of unholy joy spilled from her open mouth. Patrick quickened the pace, effortlessly moving her body up and down his long, slick tool, until with a deep growl he finally began to shoot his hot load. Lenore twisted and gyrated violently, grinding her lower torso into his pelvis. Her hips jerked back and forth as her pussy milked him, draining all of the molten liquid from his ebony shaft. It was more than her pussy could absorb, and it gushed out of her onto his balls, and soaked the bed below.
She collapsed on top of him, totally exhausted, and kissed him deeply, with her taut nippled breasts mashed into his chest. When the kiss ended she sprawled loosely on top of him, her head resting on his breast. Her hand moved down to his now limp cock and stroked it tenderly. She made a small sound of surprise as it began to twitch again, and soon her stroking became more purposeful, her hand working up and down the full length of his slick shaft, bringing it back to life. Soon she was kissing his nipples, chest and stomach while speeding up her caresses, obviously eager for the chance to feel that cock inside her again.
Then she paused for a moment, lifting her head form his chest to look directly at Sabrina and me standing in the doorway, the first time either of them had acknowledged our presence since entering the bedroom. “Can I spend the night with Patrick?” Lenore asked. And without waiting for a reply she returned to what she was doing, now licking and sucking his black cock back to life, tasting her own juices as her head bobbed up and down, trying to get as much of that pole into her mouth as possible.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, suck it good,” Patrick moaned. “I’m going to fill you all night long, baby. All night long.”
“Do it, oh god, do it,” Lenore cried, falling back and spreading her legs wide. As Patrick arranged himself above her, Sabrina reached out and closed the bedroom door.
I started to protest, but as I turned to look at her I realized I had almost forgotten about this gorgeous blonde creature who now stood smiling at me, flushed with passion after what we had both witnessed, still wearing only a very skimpy bikini from which her abundant body spilled temptingly. Through the door I heard the sound of Lenore’s cry as Patrick drove his huge black cock into her, and my own cock leaped as Sabrina reached out and took my hand, leading me back into the living room. “Come on, lover boy,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before!”
And she did.
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