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My wife's first BBC (Part 2)
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My wife's first BBC (Part 2) There are two things you need to know at this point. I am I suppose what you'd call an "alpha-male", successful, masculine,in charge kind of guy. I am not bi or curious. Indeed I had been a "bull" to many couples on here over several years. I'm not any kind of "wimp" or cuckold in the conventional sense. I had no secret desire to be belittled or humiliated in any way. I am confident about my work in bed, the size of my penis etc The second thing is that my wife had not only never been with a black man before, she had never even met one, coming from a land in SE Asia where black men are few and far between. Thus this whole thing was an entirely self-generated fantasy of hers, which had just grown and grown until it should, in my judgement, be realised. It was her judgement too as the pace and intensity of sex in the run up to our trip to Paris showed clearly. She went from wet most of the time to showing me her knickers every night to marvel at the state of them. She went from one orgasm per night to literally multi-orgasmic. And all on the thought of what was to come. Ensconced in a beautiful room in an hotel by the River, she showered and shaved and applied her make up and did her hair like she had for our wedding. Having long before decided which underwear she'd be wearing she began laying different ensembles out on the bed. "Do you think he'd like me better in these?" and variants of was a question she asked at least a dozen times. Finally we settled on the lingerie (the most expensive and newest she'd brought)we had in mind all along. Complete with hold-up stockings and heels she looked, well, simply amazing. She propped herself up on three big fluffy pillows on the bed and at the appointed hour told me "well, you better go down and get him". I should add that during all of this prep I had gotten very excited. Offering her my cock to suck she'd said "no, I don't want to ruin my make-up" To the suggestion that I put it inside her she again refused. "I don't want to mess up my underwear" she said firmly. Her nails were wet so she didn't even want to make me cum by hand but I insisted on that! It was the first of so many orgasms in that room that day... When I met him in the lobby I must say I was first hit by a wave of jealousy. We'd seen his pictures of course, but he was taller, more athletic looking and way more handsome in real life. My thoughts immediately, oddly, went to "what if his cock is even more awesome than his pictures too?" And then " what if he is so amazing in bed that I never get her back again?" Absurd, I know, but in the interests of full disclosure I should tell it like it was. I should explain here that my wife is a cleanliness fanatic, and as such had placed a condition, logistically tricky, that he must shower immediately before coming to bed with her. Hence when I entered the room with him she had arranged to have her back turned whilst I showed him into the bathroom. Whilst the shower hissed she whispered to me; "what's he like?" Still jealous, I couldn't find the words so just answered "He'll do!" After what seemed an age during which I massaged her feet to relax her, the bathroom door opened and into the room, wearing only his crisp white underpants. As he walked towards the bed she distinctly gasped, quickly looked at me and her lips made a silent Ohh. She then bit hard on her lower lip. What she'd waited for was finally about to happen. The games were about to begin... To be continued.. |
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To read this make me hot and jalous...
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Come on, let me read the next step 
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wow really interesting and hot
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Thank you Valerie x Alicia
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