This might not be the dirtiest story around, but it’s certainly one that gets me rock-hard every time I think about it. Best of all, it’s 100% true.
I was once married to a woman named Diane. She was my first wife, and she was regularly fucking my former best friend, Dicker. Even moving away for a few years didn’t keep them apart, because they always found ways to hook up. One day, Diane told me that they’d be getting together for the weekend. She said it was my responsibility to book a room for them, pay for it and get Diane some gas money for Dicker. Of course, I obeyed.
The afternoon of their encounter, I drove Diane to the train station so she could meet up with Dicker. She looked stunning in her short leather skirt, dark stockings and stilettos. She looked like a high-priced prostitute ready to get it on with her john. She got on the train and took a window seat. It was only minutes later that a handsome, young, fit soldier sat beside her. Later, Diane would tell me that he’d purchased her several drinks and kept her pussy warm with his fingers. She said that she spent the entire weekend with Dicker’s huge, throbbing cock inside her willing cunt.
On Sunday morning – the day she was to return from her “trip” – the two woke up to find that Dicker’s car was gone from the parking lot of the hotel. They called the police and gave them their statements, then Diane called me to tell me that I’d be arranging for her to stay with her lover for another night. She had me send enough money to cover the room, their meals and even a night at the bar. Again, I did what I was told to do.
When Diane finally returned home, she told me all about what she did with Dicker. She told me what he did to her and how much she liked it. She went into great detail about how many times he made her cum and how he did it. A few days later, I got the idea that I should do a little digging. I pulled up the phone number for the hotel they were staying at and called, pretending to be Dicker’s insurance company. I have to admit I became hugely aroused when I was able to confirm with the front desk that my wife, Mrs. Jones, and Dickers stayed at the hotel for three nights, with all expenses being paid by credit card – by Mr. Jones! The receptionist made no attempt to disguise her voice as she pieced everything together, and I could feel my cock straining against my pants. I was so turned on by talking to the receptionist that I ended up calling several times, always pretending to be the insurance adjuster and always asking about how the room was paid for. Some of the receptionists didn’t connect the dots between who stayed and who paid, but whenever I got one who did, my dick got so hard. I talked to the same receptionist as the first time a few times, and she always seemed so shocked whenever she looked up the account and saw that the wife of Mrs. Jones was paying for a room for her and another man!
Eventually, I think they caught on to the fact that I wasn’t with the insurance company. I say this because one time I called, and I was told never to call again or they’d contact the authorities. That definitely turned me on more than any previous conversation!
I don’t know who pays for Diane’s weekend getaways these days, but I know I’d do it again in a heartbeat if she ever asked.

My wife and I had been on many adventures together in our lives and enjoyed experiences and visited places few others have. I wanted both of us to experience this new adventure in a daring area where few married couples dare to go. My beautiful wife was passionate but restrained, always the perfect lady, even whilst making love to me. I know that for her, sex is an act of our love, a part of our strong marriage, as it should be. Whilst other husbands get their “kicks” watching blue movies or going to strip clubs or having affairs; for me the most erotic thing is watching my wife climax.

I am a highly liberal sort of a guy and hence for my wife’s birthday present I had bought her a racy boudoir video session in Las Vegas. Sensual Video’s Inc. had promised on its website “an unforgettable evening for your wife” where “her chosen Adonis would sensuously pamper and caress her as far as she was comfortable to go”. Husbands were not allowed to attend but I had paid extra for the “closed circuit internet viewing option” in order to watch.

Tonight, as her birthday present, in short, I had asked her to produce as racy a video as she would be comfortable doing. To allow a stranger to sensuously touch her body and have fun until it became too intimate for her comfort and stop there. She liked the idea but seemed somewhat nervous as she left for the airport. I realized that she was perhaps too conservative and that after perhaps some touching over her clothes she would call a halt to proceedings.

I sat breathless watching on the internet in California as my stunning wife began to enjoy the caresses of her chosen lover a few hundred miles away in Las Vegas. It started with the camera focused on her and she looked dazzling tonight, dressed as a sexy cowgirl in a short dress with an open back and long boots with stiletto heels. Her gorgeous, body was fit and firm from the months of hard exercise she had been putting in daily. I could see though that she had clearly had more than a little to drink, perhaps to boost her daring? Then the camera panned out to reveal her companion lightly kissing the back of her neck and I gasped in surprise. Her chosen suitor was tall and heavily muscled with a washboard stomach. But shockingly she had chosen a black man. Whilst neither of us are racists I had certainly expected her to choose a Caucasian but she had seemingly chosen to have at least some illicit intimacy with a black man. It shocked me.

I could hear soft seductive music playing in the background of her Vegas suite as her dark muscular lover moved behind her and placed a blindfold on her and continued softly kissing her neck and exposed back. I saw her shiver as his lips lightly moved over her sensitive neck whilst his hands caressed her hair. Her faced was flushed and her breathing light as his touch slowly awakened her passion. After a few minutes he took off his shirt and I still could not believe that she had chosen someone dark. Her black companion pressed his muscular chest and hard stomach against her bare back whilst his hands danced lightly over her dress teasing her nipples through the fabric.

He turned her around and I could see her excitement as she touched and pressed herself against his hard body. I watched his hands begin exploring her body, one hand teasing and tweaking her sensitive nipples which now poked proudly through the dress whilst the other danced downward over her dress, down over her stomach in search of other areas to tease and explore… The dancing fingers reached the bottom of her dress and then disappeared under it, dancing upward underneath it. I expected her to end it soon but shockingly she instead moaned softly and shifted so that she stood with her long boots a little apart; allowing her lover’s dancing fingers easier access to explore her hidden secrets little further….

The fingers danced up my wife’s thighs until they reached her silky underwear. As his fingers found her sensitive areas and played on the outside of her underwear, astonishingly, instead of pushing his hands away as I would have expected, her lithe body responded by moving against his hand and shifting her legs just a little further apart. She let out a sigh as the clever fingers exploited her slightly opened thighs and moved rhythmically on the silky moist underwear covering her intimacy and her breathing soon became shallow and quick. As her desire rose up, her hands were exploring his muscular chest and huge arms and now lustfully moved down his hard washboard stomach to explore further down…

With a flick of his fingers the dress slid from her smooth shoulders onto the floor. I fully expected her to reach down and draw her dress back up immediately. But surprisingly she didn’t. Then I noticed the highly provocative lingerie she wore, almost like she expected that it would be revealed at some point on the movie. Most shockingly for me was that as her lover’s hands moved all over my wonderful wife’s body exploiting her lack of protective dress, she didn’t resist but instead allowed those hands to slowly ignite her passion and she responded as she unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor.

I stopped breathing as the camera zoomed in to reveal his hands now slipping into her moist underwear. Why didn’t she stop him? It showed them moving under her underwear and begin to explore the source of her womanly heat and passion. She needed to stop this. Her body shuddered as its arousal mounted. She began to give her lover encouragement. “Mmmm that’s nice” she whispered. His hands disappeared deeper into her underwear as she encouraged him “Mmmmm yes that’s it…yes touch me there”. Now she shifted and stood with her boots wide apart encouraging him in the most decadent way “Mmmm so good”. The muscles rippled in his forearms as his fingers worked deep within her moist underwear now as she as she sighed and her breathing further deepened.

As I watched I could imagine that her moist warm womanly scent was permeating the room, a signal to all that my beautiful wife’s desire was rapidly rising and was eager to complete this most intimate and illicit sexual coupling with this heavily muscled stranger; that her excited body and willing mind were ready to allow him full access to her in a totally uninhibited way. His hand reached out and plucked a smooth ice block from a glass and then disappeared back into her wet underwear sliding the ice block deep into her. She moaned as she felt the ice melting deep inside and held his fingers within her, inviting them to remain deep within her, probing and teasing her innermost being. Her body was shaking and moving now and I could see the muscles in his huge forearms ripple as her lover’s fingers; now buried deep within her played her like a fiddle and excited her further.

She squeezed his huge biceps as he picked her up and placed her on the bed. Now his hand returned to the moist secret source of her womanhood and moved deeper into my wife’s sodden panties. Shockingly she did nothing to stop them but instead she shuddered and gasped and ground herself against her lover’s hand as his clever fingers worked their magic deep within her secret wetness. I saw my gorgeous wife spread her thighs for her lover to encourage him further and give him easier access to her secret area. My beautiful wife’s nipples were hard now and her panties soaked right through as his strong fingers ignited her full passion. “Take me” she whispered hoarsely. “Make love to me…”. I could not believe what I was hearing. Did she actually want this black stranger to mate with her? No surely not.

In one motion, he tore her panties from her and the camera zoomed in, I involuntarily gasped as my screen filled with the lurid view of my naked wife’s pelvis squirming and shuddering. Her lover’s dark muscular arm was buried deep in her forbidden triangle as his fingers worked their magic within her. Now his thumb began directly massaging her clit. Her passionate response was immediate and he smiled at the camera as my wife’s pelvis jerked rhythmically as she lost control and began passionately humping his hand like a bitch on heat.

He suddenly stopped, denying her rapidly approaching orgasm. Then in one motion his fingers rolled back her clitoral hood and he applied a drop of some salve directly to her clit. The camera zoomed in further. Within a few seconds it swelled and reddened dramatically. My wife’s lover held her hands above her head as she gasped “Oh god it’s got so hot down there” she called out. Now she was truly writhing about as it seemed like her clit was overcome with some heated tingling sensation. “Please, I need you now” she called out to him. I fell back in my chair and gasped at those words.

His muscles rippled as he positioned himself between my beautiful wife’s thighs. “Mmmm that feels so good” she groaned as she felt his hard manhood slide between her thighs and his swollen head press against her sex. I hadn’t noticed up to now but the camera followed my wife’s staring gaze to his thick black member. His dark penis had several large dumbbell piercings in its huge swollen head. She smiled; “those are going to feel good inside me” she whispered huskily and she opened her thighs to invite her lover to enter her. Up to now it had all been sexual teasing and foreplay between my wife and her lover and I was able to keep my emotions at least somewhat in check. But now watching her face flushed with desire and her hips moving and legs shaking as her eyes fixated on her lover’s dark swollen head as its piercings pressed apart her lips and tried to enter her, a wave of jealously overcame me. I cried out as jealously overwhelmed me at witnessing another stranger’s thick black penis begin to slide into my willing wife’s body like some hideous black snake slithering into a hole.

She opened her thighs further and rotated her hips as her body adjusted to receive his thick member. ”Aaaah yes…mmmm soooo good…. take me now…give me more” she urged him as she opened her thighs more to accommodate each inch of his thick black manhood. “Oh God” I screamed out as the piercings slowly disappeared into her wet hot body. Jealously overwhelmed me and I let out an uncontrolled sob as I saw her encouraging this black muscular stranger to fill her in the most intimate and yet illicit way several hundred miles from where I was. Her hands still continued to explore his hard chest and muscled arms and she shivered and let out a low and long lustful groan as he slowly lowered himself onto her and his thick manhood slid ever deeper into her intimate wetness. “Ahhh god that feels sooo good” she called out as his manhood steadily disappeared inside her and the strange piercings moved deeper into her wetness. The sight of her lust as she grunted and groaned her encouragement glorifying each inch her black lover pressed into her was both mesmerizing and scary.

It was almost too much to bear and I felt intensely jealous, watching my beautiful wife’s body betrayed by her raw lust. Her thighs quivered in ecstasy as she felt this stranger’s manhood slide into her and explore so deeply inside her. The erotic vivid image of my passionate wife encouraging this dark stranger to sexually couple with her and watching him oblige as her beautiful body quivered passionately as it received his manhood into her most intimate place, a place where no other man but her husband should rightly be, will be with me forever.

Finally his dark hips met her cream pelvis and my daring beautiful wife let out a long lustful groan as she began one with her black lover. Tears rolled from my eyes as I saw his manhood now anchored deeply within her writhing body, her pelvis joined to his, her passion now coupled to him. She smiled and for the first time looked at the camera and whispered in a voice full of desire “Honey this was a fantastic birthday idea”.

Her legs now locked behind him and their bodies were entwined and moved as one. His pelvis began to grind and gyrate against hers forcing her aroused body to respond with ever greater passion. My jealousy was driving me demented as I saw my beautiful wife eagerly meet her lover’s thrusts with her own and ground herself on his hard manhood like I had never seen her do before with me. “Faster…make me come” she groaned in a low lust-filled voice as her debauched grunts became louder. His dark muscles glistened as he thrust and ground himself against my pretty wife and moved deep within her lithe body with the piercings providing exotic sensations.

Her legs unwrapped around him and her long boots thrashed around in the air as the camera recorded her lover’s strong dark hips rhythmically gyrated between her open cream thighs relentlessly massaging that sensitive clit driving her passion higher and higher. Her depraved body bucked and ground harder and harder against him as she continued to encourage her lover with lurid language she normally never uses “Yes…give me more…fuck me harder… faster…god those piercings feel good”. Their bodies moved as one, their fervor increasing with each passing second. My breathing stopped as I saw my gorgeous wife locked in such an erotic and yet depraved mating act with a stranger, a dark stranger. Her mind focused on the ever-increasing passion her lover provided. My mind swirled as I saw her raw carnal desire rise ever higher as she allowed this stranger to take her lissome body and mind away from me. Every thrust and gyration from his glistening hard black body stimulated her clit further and caused her to pant and groan and thrash about as his dark thick manhood moved deep within her and carried her passionate cream body and decadent mind to her illicit nirvana.

Each time she ground herself wantonly on him and eagerly met his thrusts deep within her I could see my wonderful wife truly lost from me as her mind focused only on the mounting pleasure her lover was providing her body. My mind swirled as I witnessed her in this most intimate act with a stranger, her thighs, which had only allowed me entry before, were now wide open allowing him to lock his pelvis to hers as he ground himself against her and she bucked against him in an animal-like mating frenzy oblivious to everything else. She continued to verbally encourage his every lurid thrust into her lithe body. Her mind was in a nirvana with her lover as their depraved coupling brought her climax swiftly closer.

I screamed for her to stop as I saw my beautiful wife tense hundreds of miles away as she began to reach orgasm. Her nipples suddenly darkened and hardened, her back arched and her legs locked around her lover’s hard body and tensed. Her lover knew that at this instant her body was at its most sensitive and I saw his fingers cruelly begin to squeeze her nipples. His thrusts and gyrations deep within her drove her frenzied passion ever higher but the pain from his fingers squeezing her nipples ever harder denied her body the passionate release it so fiercely desired. “Fuck me through the pain and your orgasm will be sweeter” he commanded. I saw my beautiful wife frantically grinding her pelvis against her lover’s as she closed in on her orgasm. “Fuck me faster, you’ve got to earn your release” he commanded as the camera focused on his cruel fingers tightened their grip even more on her sensitive nipples.

He looked at the camera and smiled as perspiration glistened on my wife. She grunted as she bucked and thrust against him in a feverish rutting frenzy as the exotic pleasure of feeling the piercings deep within her broke through the pain. He winked at the camera and suddenly pulled her nipples away from her body distending her breasts and then cruelly twisted them in his fingers. My wife gasped and moaned in the pain the stranger was inflicting on her but the pleasure of the eminent orgasm drove her body onward with increased fervor. My wife was simultaneously groaning in pain and grunting and squealing as she rutted with her black lover. I felt intense jealously at what the stranger was doing to my wife all those miles away. Suddenly he released her tortured nipples and with the terrible pain abruptly gone her whole body shivered and she screamed out in ecstasy “I’m coming!” as her body and mind exploded in her nirvana.

She had orgasm’d many times with me but as the camera zoomed in on her face nothing had prepared me for watching this, my wife’s most intimate moment, the moment when her mind and body is laid bare, normally only shared with me, her husband. But now I could only cry out in intense jealously as I watched her eyes stare into her black lovers eyes as she screamed out in her exquisite ecstasy hundreds of miles away. The camera zoomed out and I gasped anew as I witnessed her cream pelvis jerking and flailing against her lover’s dark hard manhood buried so deep within her as she screamed in her exquisite pleasure.

Her lust was so much greater than it was with me, the orgasm so much more forceful than I had seen her have before. Her hips bucked endlessly against her lover as she grunted with animal-like passion, feeling his manhood and piercings anchored deep within her. My normally reserved wife was grunting in wild abandonment, her body glistening in perspiration as she rode the waves of carnal pleasure this muscular stranger’s manhood was delivering deep in her.

After what seemed like a lifetime her screaming and jerking subsided and the camera returned to her face. Her eyes were closed but with a satisfied smile on her face. The connection was terminated and with it my mind was forever altered as I had finally seen the passion she was truly capable of. I needed to up my sexual ante if I was to compete…

While my wife was out yesterday, my Master came over to see me. My wife was visiting with friends, so my Master Rick and I knew we had several hours to ourselves. My wife, Carole, doesn’t know that I am owned by another man, though she does know I am basically a pussy and can barely be called a man.
As usual, Master Rick called me before coming over to make sure that my wife — who he likes to call The Slut — had left for the day. After confirming that she had, he made his way over and let himself into the house. Of course, he has a key to the residence, as well as knowledge of all the security codes. This is so that he can visit me when The Slut is away, as well as use our residence when both my wife and I are out of town.
When he was on the phone with me, Master Rick instructed me to stay downstairs while he did some snooping. He went through all of the bedrooms, and he paid particular attention to the drawer where my wife keeps her lingerie and panties. When he was done, he called for me and told me to bring the camera.
As I entered the room, I saw my Master spread out on our bed, naked with his fat, long cock erect and lying on his belly. All around him, my wife’s panties were spread out, and he was taking his time picking them up, sniffing them and going for the next. Wasting no time, I dropped to my knees in front of his prick and sucked it into my mouth. I barely had time to taste his delicious essence before I was slapped across the head.
“You fucking sissy,” my Master yelled. “Get your filthy mouth off of my dick.”
More slaps followed the first, and I begged my Master to stop. Of course, he didn’t; instead, he delivered two more blows that were stronger than the previous ones. My heart (and cock) swelled with admiration for my Master because knew exactly what I liked.
When the stars vanished from before my eyes, my Master commanded me to pick up the camera and take pictures of him as he played with my wife’s panties and his cock. He dangled a pair of panties from his boner while he wrapped the straps of a bra around his balls. He picked up a slip and smoothed it over the leaking head of his erection while sucking on the heel of one of my wife’s stilettos. I took picture after picture, just like he asked, and I got up to follow him when he went to The Slut’s wardrobe. He found a short, racy dress that I’d never laid eyes on before. I wondered if she had bought it herself to seduce her boss (the latest in her recent string of lovers) or if her boss himself bought it for her. It didn’t matter either way, because Master Rick took the dress, wrapped it around his enormous rod and began to masturbate himself. The only sounds in the room were my Master’s pants of pleasure and the soft ruffling of the dress. Before Master could cum, he removed the outfit from his penis and put it on. His hand went back to his pole, and he started masturbating all over again. Again, before he could spill his seed, he stopped and made his way to the bed.
Lying down on Carole’s side of the bed, he jacked his boner some more while telling me how he was going to fuck my wife and fill her up with his jizz. My mouth watered as I watched him, and just before he exploded, he allowed me to put my mouth on his meat and suck him dry. I sucked and nibbled while he panted above me, continuing to talk about how hard he would ram my wife and how much she would like it. Hearing him talk got me so hard, but I knew that my pathetic dick would see no action.
When my Master finally came, I swallowed down the glorious gift, licking my lips afterwards to make sure I didn’t miss a drop. Master then dressed himself and left. His parting words were that he was going to post the photos I’d taken.
So, what do you think of this? Would you like to see the photos? How about a few he took while I had my dirty mouth wrapped around his rod? Also, I’d like to know if any of you have ever done anything like this. I’d like to hear about your experiences to give us ideas for what to do next time.