5 comments/ 88998 views/ 21 favorites An Anniversary with a Twist! By: coops181 Dear readers of Literotica, After discovering my husband's penchant to write stories that would partially reflect some of our real-life experiences, I thought I would write to tell you of an experience that truly happened. My husband Simon has been a fan of Literotica for a few years now and enjoys some of the stories immensely. The Loving Wives section is his favourite, especially if it is about someone's wife getting it on with other men. I must admit, I have also enjoyed some of the stories that he has occasionally chosen for me to read. I am a happily married woman of 41 years of age, 5ft 4 inches tall and around 51 kilos. I have a nice little figure for a mother of two and have curly auburn hair that hangs down to my shoulders. What I am about to tell you is still like a dream, but I can assure you, it did happen. I have the proof! My husband and I have been together for over 20 years and still love each other a lot. In the early days Simon was very possessive. If I so much as looked at another guy at a party he would get very jealous and angry. This is what still amazes me; in more recent times we have discussed things such as wife-swapping and visiting swingers' parties. Often when we are having sex, he will be very suggestive and run a scenario by me similar to some of the stories in Literotica. The general theme is me getting screwed by another man or men, whether they are young, old, black or white – and usually by a well-proportioned cock as you'd expect! I have to admit again – I do quite enjoy some of his fantasies as he has a great imagination and I will often come very quickly to some of the better ideas he has. Unfortunately, Simon also ends up coming a bit quick too! Simon had been quite frank with me at times and said he wouldn't mind if I experienced another man, just as long as I told him about it, or even better, film myself as I am getting laid! So he could see all the "detail". Sick puppy! I truly wanted to give it a go, but for a number of reasons the chance had just never presented itself – that is until recently – and oh boy, has it changed my way of thinking! It was our 18th wedding anniversary (I know what you are thinking, but we would only go out on special occasions) and we decided to go into town for the night. We even booked a room at the hotel where we had post-wedding drinks all those years ago. It was a nice room with a balcony overlooking the harbour. Simon pleaded with me to "dress to thrill" for the night we had planned out on the town. My pussy was trimmed to perfection, with my cute little lips all nice and smooth; this shows off my clit-ring beautifully, this of course was for Simon's sake. I wore a pair of my favourite lace g-strings under a little short skirt; a nice strappy pink top that had some minor breast support, so I didn't need to wear a bra. And the coupe-de-grace – a pair of "come fuck me" high heels. With my nice suntan and a few classy pieces of gold jewellery I felt I looked pretty good! Our small city has US navy ships visiting occasionally on their way to and from the Pacific and on this particular weekend there was about one or two thousand servicemen in town – according to the newspapers – most of whom were enjoying some shore-leave. Whenever the ships are in you can bet that all the single – and not-so-single women are going to be out and about looking for a bit of fun! Of course with our town being in the tropics the girls tend to get around in some pretty skimpy little numbers too. So my attire certainly was not too out-of-place and there was little reason to be self-conscience, quite the contrary, I blended in with most of the other revellers – who were not all young bits of fluff. Simon and I went from bar to club to bar again, and were quite amused by all the flirting the local lasses were doing with the visiting Americans. My husband was really enjoying all the eye-candy – and I admitted to him that I was in fact having a bit of fun too. Sooo many handsome young men! On several occasions, in some of the more packed venues that we visited, I was even propositioned by several hunky young Yanks! I told Simon that I was certain this was because I looked like a hooker, since he had insisted that I wear as little as possible! He just laughed and smacked my butt playfully. "No honey, I am sure they are just being appreciative of a sexy woman," he assured me. "Yes...and I know how they want to show their 'appreciation' too!" I responded. Simon doesn't dance very often but I love to dance – so when a nice young guy asked me if I would accompany him to the dance floor I thought "why not". The floor was crowded and we found ourselves being jostled close together. I didn't catch his name because of the loud music, but he seemed to dance well and he was cute. The second song was a slow, sensual number and my young partner took this opportunity to get really close. He placed his arms around my waist and we swayed together in the limited space of the darkened club, just enjoying the contact of one-another quite discreetly. Of course, he just couldn't help himself could he? In moments he had let his hands slip down onto my butt! I had consumed a few glasses of wine by this stage of the night and the atmosphere was quite charged so I didn't act too shocked. His hands moved over my buttocks just lightly at first, almost innocently. I decided to I let him have a bit more of a feel and smiled up at him knowingly. He leant in close to my ear and complemented me on such a nice firm arse. I smiled back at him again; this no doubt only encouraged him even further. Soon he was running his hands over the outside of my skirt a little firmer, gradually working the short hem up higher to expose my bum. He was only about 4 inches taller than me and we continued to slow-dance a little longer – very close – so close. I could feel his erection pressing into my groin! My God, was I really having this effect on him? I thought to myself. He had to be nearly half my age – how flattering! I was having a ball, and I didn't say a thing when his hand went under my short skirt and started to squeeze my bare butt-cheeks and exploring my crack! Even in the crowd, every now and then I would catch a glimpse of my husband looking on, appearing totally comfortable with the situation, although, I doubted whether Simon could see where the young man had his hands. The young sailor became even gamer – as you would expect under the circumstances. He pulled me up harder against his swollen cock and asked me if I would like to go outside with him. Talk about a fast mover! I was very tempted of course – just for a bit of fun. As I had said, it is very flattering to have a handsome young stud putting the hard-word on you when you are 41 years old I must say. I didn't answer him immediately – both his hands were now on my buttocks – my bare buttocks and he was rubbing and squeezing them in earnest. It did feel very nice. Every now and then he would nuzzle my neck and run his tongue around my ear, tickling me. Now don't get me wrong, but I was not totally innocent myself at the time. I was dancing quite provocatively – with my arms draped around his neck, my legs were either side of his while I gyrated my hips to the rhythm of the music. I was acting a bit like a teenager again – but hey, I did love to dance! He asked me to go outside with him again. And again, I just smiled at him, while almost dry-humping his thigh, and occasionally – even his cock! One of his hands snaked around my hip, only to then run down the front of my g-string – I could feel his fingers boldly rubbing my slit through the thin lace. I leant in close to his ear so he could hear me – then hesitated a moment just as he began to work the front of my g-string to one side, partly exposing my wet pussy. "Do you want me?" I asked him teasingly while breathing heavily in his ear. His response was to touch the hairless lips of my pussy. "You shouldn't do that...mmm....not here," I purred. I was bad! I should have stopped him I know. I just wasn't sure what had come over me and I let him continue to play with me. He kept at it too, working my moist little slit open with one of his fingers, almost fingering me! "Mmm...oooh...just let me ask my husband if I can go outside with you, okay?" I gestured toward Simon who was no more than twenty feet away. My young dance-partner took one look at my husband, who I admit is a tall, gruff-looking muscular man of nearly 44, and then with unbelievable haste, he removed his hands from under my skirt. He apologised profusely before quickly slipping away amongst the crowd! I guessed I had said the wrong thing, hey? Understandably, I was left on the dance floor a little dumbstruck at the suddenness of my young suitor's departure. And funnily enough (or not) I really had been enjoying his attentions! My pussy was now well lubed-up and pretty-much ready for a good fucking! If only the young fellow had just let me explain that Simon may have actually agreed for us to go outside together and not necessarily want to kill him! Hmm, it was a pity. I think I may have let him go a bit further with me if we had found a discreet place somewhere. My husband and I left the dance-club soon after as he just had to know what had happened on the dance floor. In the old days I'm sure Simon would have been ropeable, but now he really seemed pleased for me – kinda weird huh? Simon said I was silly for telling the young guy about asking permission, if I had wanted to go outside with him then I just should have done it! I wasn't so sure – but I did know I needed some more attention – the dancing with him had certainly helped get me hot! We walked back to the hotel passing numerous couples along the way. Simon kept giving my bum a squeeze and stirring me up. Yep, I had blown my best chance in years of getting laid by someone new, and my sick husband thought it was funny! Our hotel had the added benefit of a genuine cocktail-bar and we thought we would have one last drink before we hit the sheets and fucked our brains out. Of course I was a bit worried that Simon would come a bit too soon after all the excitement, I sure knew I was not going to last long. There weren't too many other patrons at the bar, and they were mainly hotel guests I supposed, although it was open to the public and was a good spot to relax for couples of all ages. It had the advantage of a lovely big lagoon-style pool outside, and if you liked, you could take your drinks out there for an even more romantic setting. Simon sat me down by a table and went to get us a couple of drinks. It was when he was up by the bar that I noticed him talking to a couple of guys. One was in his early twenties I guessed, probably 6 feet tall, blond crew-cut and quite athletic-looking. The other one, well he was a bit shorter and stockier, and obviously an Afro-American. More sailors I guessed, having a quiet drink away from the crowds. I continued to look over at them – sorta checking them out. And yes – of course it had been one of my fantasies to be screwed by a good-looking black man. Something most of my girlfriends agreed upon too. I liked the music video clips of that dude 50 cent – that bad man could get my motor hot! Hmm...hmmm. And Simon, mostly for my benefit (I think), had in the past been quite good at including a big, black cock scenario into our lovemaking fantasies. Something usually a bit – rough! The three of them seemed to be having a good old chat and every now and then the two strangers would look over at me and nod to Simon. Just what was that husband of mine up to? If he thought for a second that I was going to take on those two just like that he could forget it! What nearly happened back at the dance club was a first (couldn't count the few rare occasions I had similarly teased other dance partners, they'd never asked me outside!) and it may never happen again. I was just not that sort of girl, believe me! I was mildly intrigued though when Simon returned to our table with our drinks. He had a big smirk on his face and I knew he was up to something. "Alright, come on, out with it," I said to my husband. "What?" "What? You know what!" He then told me of his conversation with the two sailors – both of whom now appeared to have a slightly embarrassed look on their faces. I have to tell you, my husband has a deviant mind at times. Here is what he had told them; that I was unhappily married to a prick named Steve, Simon and I were just old friends and nothing more. Recently I had caught-out "Steve" having an affair with one of his employees and now, of course, I wanted my revenge. Now Simon didn't like Steve very much and he had offered to help me get my "husband" Steve back in a way that would really piss him off! Are you with his story so far? Good. You see, my fictitious husband Steve not only hated Americans but truly detested black Americans. So what was I going to do? Yep, you guessed it – get it on with a black American! My good old "friend" Simon was going to film it all and I would leave a copy in the video for Steve to find one day, maybe just after he'd eaten me out. Nice payback! Simon told me the story worked well because it didn't make him look like some cuckolded-husband getting his rocks off by watching his wife get screwed, which of course was exactly what it was! I had to admit – his story to them had some credentials, and I said to him I might just go along with it! Thinking that maybe I might just teach him (a lesson) for laughing at me after I scared off the young guy I had danced with earlier. I told Simon there was no way I was going to do them both – and would only consider it if I liked the black guy. In all honesty, I really didn't plan on going too far at all, and was really only humouring my demented husband! Excitedly, Simon called them over. They acted cool – as you would expect for young men, taking their time to purchase another round of drinks before coming over. Simon made the introductions, the blond one's name was Jim and his friend was Earl. A little embarrassed, I shook their hands, my heart fluttering wildly like a silly teenager at our little charade. They both seemed nice enough and soon we were talking freely. The atmosphere of the cocktail bar with its soft music, dim lights and candles flickering upon the tables, was relaxing. Pretty soon I found myself thinking, "hmm, maybe I just could do this?" I knew Simon had brought along both his new digital camera and his video recorder as we (read, he) had planned on taking some more erotic pictures of me in various "compromising" positions, something I think we have done nearly every anniversary for years and usually a bit of fun. He had already taken a few stills of me earlier when I was getting ready to go out. My nerves where unsettled, if anything did happen, I didn't think I could just let someone screw me in front of my husband, it would be just way too embarrassing and probably put me off. Oh boy! What was I thinking of? Jim was a bit more talkative than Earl and the conversation eventually got around to my unfaithful husband "Steve". "How could someone play around on such an attractive woman?" Jim wanted to know. How nice, hey. Well the drinks helped settle my nerves and I played the poor, devastated wife part to a tee. "Yes," I told them, "Simon's idea was a beauty." Revenge is sweet they agreed and we all toasted one another. To revenge! Both of the young guys became more relaxed and attentive and after another round of drinks had been consumed Simon suggested we go up to "my" room as the bar was conveniently closing. I hadn't drunk too much alcohol that evening but the last two Cosmopolitans were having a very nice effect on me, even so, I was still getting a bit nervous again, as you could well imagine. I took a gulp and decided to lay it out straight – telling them all that just because they were coming up to my room it didn't mean I was definitely going to screw any of them – and if I did, it was just going to be a "quickie" with Earl, for the payback, nothing more! I looked over at my husband after I said that and was not quite sure what he was thinking. But Earl couldn't wipe the big cheesy grin off his face, as I'm sure he thought he was going to get in my pants! Looking back over at Simon I caught him giving Jim a nudge in the ribs and a wink, so I guessed then what he was planning. Nonetheless, I was determined to stay in control as best I could; I just wished I hadn't had that third cocktail! Before we got up from the table I suggested to Simon that maybe we headed up first and the guys meet us in about twenty minutes – just for appearances, I told them. I didn't want the other guests thinking I may have been some sort of whore if I was seen taking three men to my room, did I? It was agreed, we would meet them later. On the way up to the room Simon just couldn't contain himself. When we were in the elevator he gave me a big kiss while running his hands were all over me. By now my pussy was just aching for some extra attention and of course Simon just had to give me a feel-up, which just made me even hotter! We cleared Simon's things away in the room so it appeared to be only mine and Simon setup his camera on a tripod, he even went to the trouble of plugging in those three little cables so the picture could be viewed on the TV! We turned on the bed lamps to give the room some mood and put on a CD playing some good dance music. The stage was set, so to speak but I was now quite nervous again. I aired my fears with Simon and had him assure me again that I was not to be forced into anything I didn't want to do. I also had him confirm that he was going to be okay with "things" if I did end up – you know – having sex with one of them, possibly Earl. It's alright talking about your fantasies, but how was he really going to feel if I spread my legs for a virtual stranger – and a black man at that, after all our years together? "Do it babe...I will be fine I promise...experience some life...you deserve it," Simon had assured me. "Honey, what about the saying 'if you go black you'll never go back', does that not worry you...at least a little bit?" I asked. "It's just a saying...don't worry. Hey if you are unsure of Earl maybe just try out Jim...it's really up to you babe...I won't force you either way...promise." By now my feet were absolutely killing me from wearing the high-heels and I sat myself down on one of the arm-chairs to take my shoes off. Within moments my ever-thoughtful husband was giving me a nice foot massage. It felt absolutely wonderful. While he rubbed away expertly we continued our conversation for a few more minutes when there was a brief knock at the door and moments later both Jim and Earl walked in. Jim immediately offered to take over from Simon and he sat down on the floor and began to rub my small feet. Earl came around behind the chair I was sitting on and started to massage my shoulders. I was in heaven and I closed my eyes and began to relax. "You fellows like a beer?" Simon asked, as he grabbed three bottles from the small bar fridge. The two young men accepted the beers, took long guzzles, then went back to the task at hand – me! Wow, I felt like the Queen of Sheba with all the attention they were affording me – and I was lapping it all up too! Pretty soon Jim's hands started to work their way up my legs. He would hold them out one at a time and rub from my calf muscle up behind my knee and along my thigh and back down again, then repeat it with my other leg, getting higher and higher each time. It was a nice feeling and I found myself relaxing even more. Earl was whispering all sorts of things into my ear and caressing my shoulder and arms, but paying particular attention to my neck – oooh, I just love having my neck played with! An Anniversary with a Twist! Jim had raised my right leg so it was resting out straight on his broad shoulders and was concentrating almost solely on my upper thigh of that same leg. After a few minutes he swapped my legs, placing my left on his shoulder so as to afford the same treatment as the right – only now that meant he was sitting between my legs! I was well aware he would now have an unrestricted view up my short skirt and could easily see the tiny bit of lace material that was only barely covering my pussy. Earl moved my head back further and was kissing my neck. Gradually his lips found mine, his long tongue probing my mouth open to kiss me deeply. My head was spinning, how had this happened so fast? I was being seduced by two total strangers while my husband not only looked on, but more than likely was filming every move! I decided I would let them go, just a little further, and then I would call for some timeout. Yes, that's what I would do. Jim, by this stage, had parted my legs a little more. He continued to rub either side of my thigh in long sensual strokes from my knee almost up to my hip, raising the hem of my skirt even higher – one hand was getting very close to my aching pussy. I was still kissing Earl, when his right hand massaging my neck slipped over my bare shoulder and snaked down, slowly down – and beneath my top! I placed my own hand on Earl's in a half-hearted attempt to halt his progress, but it was too late. His long fingers ran over the top of my right breast – exploring, to find my erect nipple, tweaking and rolling it around gently. His hand went from one of my breasts to the other, squeezing and fondling each of my sensitive nipples in turn. And so I continued to kiss him, with an ever increasing urgency. Finally, after several close calls and me almost willing him on, Jim became bolder too. It was like a little electric shock at first, only far nicer of course. I felt his fingers lightly flicker over the lace of my g-string that only just covered my ever moistening labia. At last! A beautiful tingling coursed through my vagina, and with each tender stroke of my leg he spent a little more time tickling the delicate folds of my responsive pussy. Oh my God, it was feeling sooo good. After a few minutes of this exquisite treatment I was barely aware as the straps of my top were pulled down over my shoulders, exposing my naked breasts to the cool air-conditioning. Earl had his hands cupping each of my breasts now, almost kneading them in a circular fashion. And, I was not too sure when, but my legs had been spread open even wider. I glanced down briefly to see Jim was kneeling between them and his head was very close to my crotch. I closed my eyes again just as I felt his hot breath on my inner thighs – his fingers ever so gently easing my flimsy panties to one side – to finally touch my hairless lips. I began to writhe around slowly – it was just all sooo good. I rocked my hips back and forth encouraging Jim's fingers to touch my pussy more and more. His fingers rubbed up and down my little slit, gradually teasing my inner lips out, to then gently pull them apart. Pretty soon I felt something warm and wet running up my inner thigh toward my honey-pot, I knew it would have to be Jim's tongue. I absolutely just love to have my pussy licked, so I placed a hand on Jim's head and guided him to his goal just a little bit faster. "Oh God, yesss," I breathed, when I felt the first flick of his tongue across my vulva. "Mmm....oooh...that's it." In an expert way, he began to flick his tongue up and down the length of my slit, getting teasingly close to my clitoris. "Don't stop now...come on," I drawled huskily. I felt Jim pull at my little gold clit ring, no doubt working my hood open to expose the hard nub of super-sensitive flesh beneath. He prised my lips apart and lowered his mouth onto my pussy again. Thank God! I guess he had only run his raspy tongue over my clit half a dozen times when I went off! Oh boy, did I climax! So unbelievably fast! I was aware of little else as my pelvic muscles contracted for what seemed an eternity. I had a firm grip on either side of Jim's head and ground myself into his face – literally fucking his beautiful tongue for possibly a minute. "Mmmm...I needed that, thankyou my nice boy," I chuckled, releasing my grip on his head, just as the last tremor began to subside. My husband Simon knew only to well that after I had cunnilingus I just had to have cock – like straight away, so my waning orgasm would wax into another more intense one! All it usually took was a few hard thrusts of my husband's cock. Suddenly I felt at the mercy of the two young men. I didn't care what happened now. If my husband wanted to see his wife fuck a couple of strangers – well he probably would – very soon! I ground my pussy back into Jim's face and drew Earl down to kiss him passionately. I kept one hand on the back of Jim's head and reached over for Earl's crotch to discover an impressive erection straining beneath his pants. "She wants cock, go on Earl fuck her, get that black slug of yours out and give it to her man!" Simon said. And I did! I probably would have not cared if at that moment Jim had taken some initiative and fucked me too! I fumbled for Earl's fly and lowered it hastily. Reaching inside his pants I found his cock and tried to pull it free. Earl stopped kissing me; his hands were still on my breasts, kneading them and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I opened my eyes and I could see Simon close by – filming everything. Jim let up for a brief moment, but only to slip a finger deep into my tight vagina several times before removing it and rubbing my juice around my little bum-hole. "Oooh yeah...keep going," I encouraged. Jim worked his finger into my backdoor. Soon he had a finger in each of my holes and was fingering me quite forcefully. Not anywhere as good as a nice stiff cock, but still, I was enjoying it immensely. It was an almost surreal situation. Who would have ever dreamt it? After all the years of fantasies I never thought it would really happen, I can tell you. But here I was – with two young men, and thoroughly enjoying it! No doubt the combination of the evening's events earlier and the alcohol had assisted in getting me to this highly aroused state. My husband's perseverance was finally paying off for him – but I was still not sure what pleasure he would get out of it! Filming while his wife was pleasured by two young strangers? Hmmm. At that moment I did not care. If my pleasure gave him pleasure – so be it! "That's it little lady...get it out for me," Earl said in his baritone voice. I managed to release Earl's cock from his pants and was busily wanking him while Jim thrust his fingers into me rapidly – within a minute of my first orgasm subsiding another one, just as intense as the first, washed over me. My toes curled up till they almost cramped and I was only barely aware that my hand was still firmly gripping Jim's head. I let the poor young man up for air. "Hey man...her muff and ass are gripping my fingers like a milking machine," Jim informed Earl, while he continued to finger my pulsating holes. Gradually my second orgasm subsided and I began to gets some of my wits back again! Although somewhat breathless, as you could imagine I was still slowly wanking Earl. He placed a hand behind my head and drew my face close to his groin. I opened my glazed eyes and was confronted by my first black penis – my God they look so much better in the flesh! It was obvious what Earl wanted me to do, so I took a deep breath and leant closer. Still gripping his slug with my diminutive hand I bent it down to the level of my mouth. No one was saying a word – not even my husband, as they all watched. I stroked his length back and forth for a few moments then moved even closer until my lips just brushed the tip of his bulbous head – and then I kissed it. That was all. I just kissed it lightly and sat back in the chair. "Oh mama...don't you just tease me like that!" Earl groaned. "Later," I whispered softly. Slowly I pushed both young men away from me and attempted to straighten-up my dishevelled clothes. I knew that I would be flushed in the face and my chest heaved from the excitement. I could not believe what I had just allowed happen with these two strangers whom I had met no more than an hour ago! I looked over at my husband momentarily – considering what he had just seen happen to his wife, he seemed unbelievably comfortable with the situation and was taking photos! "What's wrong?" Jim asked me, still kneeling on the floor near my legs. "Nothing," I replied, "nothing at all, on the contrary, things are just fine." I thanked Jim for his absolutely wonderful work on my pussy and looked next to me to see that Earl had taken over stroking himself with an inquisitive look on his face. Never before had I been with two men – the fact that they where so young and one was – dare I say it – a black guy, and the anonymity of it all had an overwhelmingly arousing effect upon me. And I could fuck them both with my dear husband's blessing – good Lord, it doesn't get any better than that. Does it? I reached beside myself and placed a hand on Earl's hard buttocks. "Before I go any further, I would like both Jim and Simon to leave the room. I...I want to do Earl in private." I glanced over at my husband and this time I caught an almost astonished look on his face before he went back to the viewfinder and continued to film us. "You are joking...aren't you?" Jim asked disappointingly. I shook my head. "Sorry man...the little lady just wants herself some real meat...black meat!" Earl said smugly to his friend while waving his big slug around near my face. I suppose it sounded a little prudish after what had just happened, but that was how it was going to be. Earl moved in closer to me again and caressed my shoulders while we watched the reluctant Jim and Simon prepare to leave. Simon grabbed a couple more of the beers out of the fridge and beckoned Jim out onto the balcony not more than fifteen feet from where I was sitting. I watched them disappear behind the curtain that covered the doorway and heard the sliding door close. Simon had set the video camera back up on the tripod before he'd left and I decided to give my husband a surprise when he eventually watched the film. On shaky legs I stood up from the chair and Earl and I moved a little closer to the camera and I knelt down in front of him. I am not a big fan of performing fellatio – but I was going to give it my best shot – for my husband of course! Simon's eyes would pop out when he eventually saw the secret footage, I thought. Unbuttoning Earl's pants, I lowered them past his thighs. Now I was able to have a better look at his erect penis. It looked about an inch or so longer than my husband's – but the girth – oh boy, it was much greater! Again I gripped his thick shaft and stroked him slowly. His big, purple/black knob was quite round and flared out substantially near his shaft. It was glistening with pre-cum and I moved in closer. "You gonna suck it this time...arent' ya!" said Earl, more a statement than a request. I felt a little scared that he would try and force me to take it all, but I kept my nerve and moved in until I was able to just kiss it softly like before. "That's it...go on mama," Earl whispered hoarsely. Tentatively, I started to lick it up and down. I only have a small mouth and when Earl placed his hands behind my head I was hesitant to take more than the very tip of his cock in past my straining lips. Earl moaned loudly, but he could no doubt see my dilemma and was surprisingly gentle and patient with my amateurish attempt at giving him head. It was no use though; I just couldn't get more than his big fat head in. I slurped away at his salty pre-cum and made sure we were side on to the camera, doing my very best to look like I was thoroughly enjoying it! Earl had his fingers entwined in my hair and was pulled my head in closer. He moved his hips back and forth fucking my mouth with his knob. I was sure my teeth were scraping over his sensitive flesh but I couldn't help it. Several times I gagged when he went in just a little too far, even causing my eyes to water! I stroked his length with one hand and fondled his balls with the other while continuing to let him fuck my mouth. I soon discovered that once I got over the gagging sensation, I was better off to take all of his big head in past my teeth so my jaw strained less with the smaller shaft diameter. Still, I could hardly breathe! After a few minutes, Earl withdrew his fat cock from my mouth. My saliva glistened on his velvety black skin. I looked up at him quite relieved, but continued to stroke his cock with one hand while cupping his large scrotum with my other hand. "I think you should just fuck me instead, Earl." "Sounds good to me, little lady, hopen your lil' gash is a bit bigger than your mouth?" "Well...it's not real big...but at least it's got no teeth!" I smiled. Earl laughed. "Let me get undressed," he said to me hoarsely. I sat back with my legs folded beneath me and watched him as he disrobed. Oh boy, I will never forget the sight of his almost hairless body. It was extremely well-toned with great muscle definition. I was quite gob-smacked so to speak. Simon had chosen well for me! Earl reached for my hand and helped me to my feet, then he positioned me slightly side on to the camera with my hands resting on the back of the other chair. He raised my little mini-skirt up over my buttocks and ever so gently caressed my bare bottom. After a few moments, he hooked his fingers under the sides of my g-string and lowered them down – slowly- to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He then went to work with his long wet tongue on my backside, gently biting and nibbling my flesh all the while his hands caressed my thighs. "That's nice, very nice Earl," I murmured softly. I lent over further resting my head on the back of the chair and spread my legs a bit wider giving him the opportunity of greater access to my hot little pussy. I was in heaven! Every now and then Earl would prise my cheeks apart with his strong hands and his tongue would flick over my butt-hole, sending shivers up through my body. But still he hadn't touched my aching vagina. Now I enjoy fucking doggy-style a lot – but not first up, and when I sensed Earl positioning himself behind me I waited – until his fat knob was just rubbing my engorged slit – oh my God, it felt sooo nice! I let him rub himself up and down my hole a few times and just as he began to increase the pressure I moved away quickly. "What...come back here!" he said in a surprised tone. But I just took a few steps to the side and lay back on the large bed. Earl looked at me slightly taken aback – until I opened my legs for him – wide! Then he brightened up considerably and stepped over toward the bed. I splayed my juicy lips apart with my fingers and offered him my beckoning pussy. "What do you think, not too bad for an old broad, hey?" I asked unashamedly. "You look low mileage, mama. Don't think you had too many previous owners," Earl chuckled appreciatively. His accent enthralled me just as much as his wonderful body – I was really itching to go now! "Come on then...don't keep a lady waiting," I cried, thrusting my pelvis towards him invitingly. Earl wasted little time and in only a few moments he was kneeling on the bed between my legs. I looked down at his swollen cock standing proud, large and black, veins pronounced beneath the velvety skin, his bulbous knob still glistening with the combination of my saliva and his pre-cum in the dim light. "Come on Earl," I whispered impatiently, pulling my knees back offering my sex to him. Earl lowered himself down as if in slow motion and positioned himself between my thighs. His hand went behind my head and he drew my mouth to his and he began to kiss me passionately again, our tongues intertwined and probed one-another's mouth. His lips were so much larger than mine – but still I kissed him back with a hunger I had not known for some time. Then I felt it – just a gentle prodding at first, quite unmistakable though. Finally his beautiful, hard manhood jabbed at the entrance of my wet pussy and I rocked my hips back and forth, now eager to be fucked. This time Earl teased me, first he would touch his cock against my entrance and when he felt me trying to pull him in closer he would back away. "Come on Earl...stick it in...stop teasing me," I begged. Impatiently, I reached down between our bodies and found his thick cock and quickly put him on target, rubbing his cock along my slippery hole a few times. "That's it...go on Earl...put it in...put it in," I demanded like a wanton slut. He increased the pressure and I felt my well-lubed pussy slowly being penetrated. Just a little bit at a time – and all very, very slowly. I felt my inner labia being forced in with his girth somewhat painfully and I groaned. He then withdrew partially and pushed in again and again until his big round knob finally popped past my tight entrance and he slid his cock in me almost completely. I almost came on the spot! "Oooh...gawd... now that's better...isn't it? See, no teeth," I sighed deeply. Earl chuckled, "No teeth...but still like ya mouth ...fucken' tight." After a few more gentle thrusts lying on me, Earl propped himself up on his hands and slid his cock in and out a few times, both of us watching his thick black slug as it disappeared deep into my straining, pink pussy. "Oh my God, Earl, that's it....mmmm," I moaned as I was filled with his girth. After a minute or so of slow fucking I raised my legs high in the air – bending my knees back. Pretty soon he was able to achieve full penetration and he increased his tempo to a nice rhythm with long, deep strokes. I fucked him back earnestly, rocking my pelvis up each time he ground into my pussy. I knew I would not last long – the feeling of intense pleasure was overwhelming and my third orgasm for the night was fast approaching. I began to buck around a bit more and I told him to go harder – I just love to be fucked hard! And he did! Earl really began to pound me into the bed and I was sure my husband and Jim would be able to hear the thumping of the wooden bed-head as it hit the wall repeatedly. God knows who else could hear the noise our fucking was making in any of the adjoining rooms – even above the music! "Oooh Earl...don't stop...don't stop," I cried out loud when I started to come – and I hoped Simon could hear my every sound as this virile young man fucked his wife senselessly. "Aaah...aaah...mmm....yesss...I'm coming...I'm coming." I Earl just kept on thrusting into me, my eyes rolled back in my head and a long, drawn-out moan escaped my lips with every hard pump of Earl's cock. Simon would never have been able to keep going this long – I was almost at the point of exhaustion – I could not remember ever being fucked for so long and hard! My orgasm continued to roll on and on, probably my first ever multiple, and yes my knees were trembling too. Earl continued to fuck me right through my long orgasm – my God, I thought I was going to faint! Earl had my legs pushed back and was holding my ankles – the look on his face was one of unbridled lust. "Please...uh...uh...come...gawd...Earl...would you come," I managed to say breathlessly. Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I was not enjoying it, oh no! I loved every minute of it; this young black man had stamina too die for! But my poor little pussy! Oooh, would it ever be the same? "Soon...ugh...ugh...soon," was all I got from Earl. An Anniversary with a Twist! But he kept at it – for a least another five minutes or so – before finally – no he didn't come, but he slowed down, lowering my tired legs and just plugging away at my abused little pussy with only the occasional hard thrust. "Oh Earl, I don't know if I can go any longer, you're amazing!" He eventually stopped, somewhat breathless himself and rolled us onto our sides, his cock still firmly planted in my stretched-out cunt. That was when he told me how I was his first white woman and he would never forget it. Of course I told him that not only was he my first black man, but he was the first man to root me in nearly 20 years – apart from my husband – and I was loving every minute of it! For a few more minutes he screwed me slowly. Both of us watched his glistening black rod disappearing to the hilt and then draw out my swollen pink lips with each stroke. I discovered there is something wonderfully 'nasty' about the sight of a thick black cock buried deep in the almost hairless little pussy of a white woman – and now here I was, doing the interracial thing for real! Beautiful! Just watching it turned me on immensely and I began to lust for more. Earl surprised me when he finally withdrew his tool and smiled at me, saying he wanted to try something else. I pretty well knew what he wanted to do next – doggies! And I was right. I was as ready as I ever would be after recovering somewhat from the hammering moments before and I allowed Earl to position me on the edge of the bed so he could stand on the floor behind me. Kneeling down with my head resting on my forearms on the bed I could see between my legs as Earl positioned himself behind me - the height was perfect. He pushed my skirt up around my waist again and gripped my hips. I closed my eyes just as I felt him line himself up and with little effort this time he entered me again – sooo much easier than before. Earl slid his cock in and out nicely in long, slow strokes a few times then hesitated. I felt him slip my shoulder straps off and then lower my top to my waist. With his cock deep inside me he reached under and fondled my breasts somewhat roughly, pinching and squeezing my nipples and pulling them forcefully. Again I watched, and again the sight of our contrasting skin was like an aphrodisiac to me – I wanted him to be rough with me! And I groaned appreciatively. Earl started off fucking me slowly – but only for a minute or so – then gradually he increased his tempo, moving his hands to my buttocks so he could squeeze my cheeks apart. "Not too hard Earl...I don't think I can take too much more ...umph ... oooh...Earl," I murmured, almost pleading. Then a funny thing happened – he smacked my arse. He would pump into me a few times then he would smack my butt again. Each time he did this a jolt of burning pain would be blend into a form of pleasure. I was actually starting to enjoy it! "Aaaah...Earl....aaah...oooh my God....aaaah," I cried every time his hand smacked my burning bottom. With my head tilted sideways I could see our reflection in the dressing table mirror by the wall and I noticed Earl had reached across and moved Simon's video camera closer to us. I watched our images in the mirror as he fucked me – that black and white thing really did it for me. I think I would have let him do anything to me at that moment! "Ya like that...hmph...hmph...hey little lady? Like it a bit rough, hey?" "Just fuck me...aaah...yesss....aaaah." And he did – hard! I could feel his great balls banging against my tender clitoris with every thrust. He stopped smacking my butt and reached underneath me again to abuse my breasts pulling them hard. I was almost in tears but I didn't want it to stop! I was amazed not only with Earl's prowess but at my own charged libido – I felt I was at a height of absolute sensuality that I had probably never attained before in my life. Gripping the bedding, I pushed back with every stroke of Earl's cock, an orgasm fast approaching. Earl's pace increased and he grunted with the effort – I was almost certain he too was finally close to coming. I became quite audible again, egging Earl on and pushing my butt back hard against him. He had released my breasts and they swung back and forth with the action forcing my abused and sensitive nipples to rub against the soft sheets. "Earl...Earl...oooh Earl....yeah....mmmm....fuck meeee....harder," I grunted, this was the trigger for him – I heard him groan loudly as he thrust in faster. Without warning I felt him push a finger deep into my anus. His other hand gripped a handful of my hair and he pulled my head up forcing me to arch my back further giving him even greater penetration of my cunt until he banged against my cervix! I cried out loudly at the merciless fucking he was giving me. But still I didn't want it to stop! My pussy started to contract with another, even more powerful orgasm than those previous. Earl released my hair and gripped my hip again and pulled me in hard against his groin. And then I felt it – I actually felt his thick cock swell momentarily and I knew he was finally coming! "Aaah....yeah....aaah yeah, this all for you my bitch," Earl chuckled, just as his hot seed ejaculated deep inside me. I could actually feel his pulsing cock shoot cum into me for several seconds even as my own orgasm washed over me – oooh fuck it was sooo good! We collapsed onto the bed with Earl still inside of me, rolling to our sides so his cock would stay firmly gripped by my still pulsating pussy. "My God, Earl that was a bit brutal, wasn't it?" I gasped breathlessly. "But you liked it," he stated, puffing too. I hesitated a moment, savouring the final contractions of my orgasm before answering. "Yes...I liked it," I confessed softly. It was then that I noticed that I could see our selves on the TV! The video camera was filming us from an elevated position slightly to one side of the bed. Earl had the camera remote and was slowly zooming. The image looked pretty good for a couple of amateurs, I thought. While watching our image on the TV I could feel some of Earl's cum slowly trickling down the inside of my left thigh. By holding my knee I gradually raised my tired leg and could see Earl's penis was still quite hard. Within seconds, he began to work it in and out of my overflowing snatch again. He zoomed-in for an even closer image – the sight of his member still firmly planted in my hole brought a smile to my face – I guessed this was just what my husband Simon was hoping to see! I still couldn't believe what I had done. Earl began to gently screw me again. "I'm sorry if I came a little quick for you, little lady," he said apologetically. My eyes went wide with amusement and I nearly laughed, "You have to be joking, don't you Earl?" I said incredulously. Do you believe it? Probably the longest fuck I have had in years! Earl explained that he had not had sex in over six weeks – and my tight (formerly) little 'fuck-hole' was just too much for him! "And what happened to 'my bitch' Earl, hmm?" "Just my lust for you talking, that's all. But I sure would like you to be my bitch for a while. Maybe next time I'm in port?" "Maybe," I smiled. Earl wanted to keep going – but I was well and truly "done" and I needed a good rest. He was very understanding thankfully, and after a few more strokes, I watched our image on the TV again as he reluctantly withdrew his lovely thick black cock from my puffy red pussy. Rolling onto my back I parted my legs so Earl could get a good close-up of my very swollen, thoroughly satiated honey-pot. I squeezed my sore muscles and a great dollop of his cum trickled down my bum. What a sight! The smell of our sex permeated the air. The music had stopped and I guess Simon could hear us just talking – you know, that lovely post-coital time, because he sung out from the balcony. "Hey...have you two finally finished? Is everything alright? Can we come back in now?" Simon asked. Before either of us could answer I heard the sliding door open all the way and Simon and Jim came back inside looking quite bemused – well Simon certainly was. Simon looked around the room surveying the scene just as Earl slipped his pants back on and I quickly straightened up my very rumpled clothing. My g-string was lying on the floor near the chair and Simon spotted it, stooping to pick them up for me. I was still sitting on the bed and my husband looked over at me. As our eyes met I couldn't help but give him a big grin. Yes Simon, I had finally done it – as you had wished – and it was just brilliant! Your faithful wife had just had one of the best roots in her life, and she thanks you! "By crikey...got a bit worried there at one stage. Thought you were in pain or something. Had a quick look in through the door...wow I hope you haven't broken anything on her Earl? She's only a little woman you know!" Simon exclaimed. Jim moved over to the bed and sat next to me then he started to caress my leg. Of course I guessed he now wanted some "action" too. I looked up at my husband to see his reaction, but he looked quite nonchalant and merely grabbed another beer out of the bar fridge and sat down on one of the arm chairs to watch! Jim looked back over at Simon too. "Might as well, lad," Simon said to him. Pretty soon Jim was kissing my neck and running his hand up my leg toward my skirt. I noticed Simon handed Earl a beer and he began talking to him as they both turned to watch us on the bed! I thought I would let the young blond guy have a bit of a play to see if Simon was going to stop it. Jim's hand snaked up my thigh and under my skirt. I rested back on my elbows and parted my legs a few inches by bending my knees outwards and looked directly at my husband. Simon took a long pull on his beer and looked on in earnest just as Jim's hand touched my sopping pussy. "Geez Earl, looks like you made a mess of her, not so dainty now is it," Simon observed drily. I looked Simon right in the eye – just as Jim slipped first one, then two and finally, a third finger in my recently fucked snatch. My breathing became a little rapid as he finger-fucked me for a couple of minutes and it was only when he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock that I, somewhat reluctantly, told him he better stop. "Sorry Jim...I have had enough for one night, probably enough for a week!" I said as I pushed his hand away, "maybe some other time." He was as you'd expect, pissed off, accusing me of being a cock-teaser! I reminded him that I had been honest with them all at the very start. And that just quietly, if Earl had not so thoroughly worn me out, that I think I would have quite willingly gone all the way with him too! He was cute, after all. Simon looked disappointed too, maybe even more than Jim! "Let him have a quickie, hey?" Simon crudely suggested. "Go on Jimmy, get that hard young cock out and stick it in her!" Jim looked from Simon back to me and then to Simon again. "No more Jim...sorry," I said as I smiled weakly at him. "Maybe next time you're in port we could catch-up?" I suggested. "I'll be quick," he offered, no doubt encouraged by my husband's remarks. Jim had already pulled his shorts down and before I could move away, he pushed me on my back and quickly rolled on top of me, his knees easily forcing my legs apart! "Jim...get off me please...Jim....Jimmm...oooh...noooo," I was shocked at the speed of his manoeuvre and I twisted and turned as he moved into position. My resistance was futile and I closed my eyes and grimaced – just as he pushed his cock into me, all the way, with one relatively accurate thrust of a great urgency! "You bastard...Simon...umph...oooh," I said, looking briefly at my husband as Jim rapidly began to fuck me. "Make it...quick, Jim...umph...umph...please," I grunted, finally capitulating. "Way to go young fella...that's it...knew she'd let ya, give it to her lad," Simon cheered jubilantly. What Jim lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm I can tell you. He ground into my pussy rapidly and only stopped momentarily to pull my top up so he could suck briefly on my sore nipples, before continuing his onslaught. "That's it Jim...she loves it...fucken' give it to her...knew she'd let ya, boy!" Simon said enthusiastically. And 'give it' to me he did! "Hey lad...push 'er legs up so I can see your cock in her cunt...yeh that's it, beautiful!" Jim kept up his relentless pace. I felt used. This was just fucking at its most basic level – but surprisingly – yes, I know what you're thinking, but it was starting to excite me – I was actually getting off on it. It may have been because not more than a few feet away sat my husband – watching and taking photos! Jim lowered his head to my breasts again and drew a nipple into his mouth bitting down hard momentarily! I squealed at the pain and he moved his mouth onto my breast and started to give it a love-bite just above my nipple. I felt a burning sensation as he quickly completed the hickie. I guess he was too tall to both fuck me properly and suck on my breasts and it wasn't long before he raised his head back up near mine. Holding my face, he placed his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply. I could clearly hear the sloppy noise my pussy was making every time he slammed into me and the smell of sex was strong in the air. "Umph...umph...oooh...umph...aaah...Jim..." I gasped between breaths. I was surprised how quickly he had me groaning again – all in a matter of moments. It wasn't because his cock was big or anything – no – it had more to do with the angle of his penetration. Almost every time he drove into my aching pussy his shaft rubbed against my super-sensitive clitoris. My clit ring only heightened the wonderful feeling as it too flicked back and forth. I pulled my legs back even wider, which helped to increase the contact even more! "Oh yeah...oh yeah...hmph...hmph...I'm gonna come...ooh yeah," Jim whispered hoarsely in my ear. So was I – again! Jim pounded away with unbridled lust grunting loudly. I felt yet another orgasm tremble from within – from a beautiful combination of clitoral and vaginal stimulation. Jim propped himself up on his arms and banged into me mercilessly a few times then quickly – very quickly, he pulled his cock out of my sticky pussy and knelt. I watched him grasp his cock and masturbate several times. The first stream of cum shot out in an arc over the top of my stomach to land mostly on my breasts, some splattered up further onto my neck with a smattering landing on my cheek. Wow! I reached down to rub my clit rapidly so as to finish off my own climax; all the while Jim continued to pump the last of his thick semen from his penis. I watched mildly amused as globs of it landed onto my bare stomach and down over my rumpled skirt that was pushed up around my waist. The last few drops landed onto my splayed pussy and the back of my hand, as I busily frigged myself off. "Well done...well done young man...top money shot!" Simon congratulated, still busily filming. Jim looked me in the eye and smiled, "Thanks...thanks a lot...I certainly needed that." I smiled back. It had not been too bad. Not bad at all – and it was quite quick too! Jim, still holding his hard penis, aimed himself back up with my gooey hole and easily slipped back in. This time I placed my hand around his shaft – just to feel it as it moved in and out of me a few times. "That's enough...Jim...no more...okay?" Jim stopped fucking me for a moment and reached up to rub his warm cum into my breast. Then dabbing his finger in a glob near my belly-button, he reached up again and put a couple of his fingers in my mouth. I licked the cum off them and swallowed the sticky mess – something I don't think I had ever done for my husband. He continued to fuck me – slowly. "No more...Jim...hmm...that'll do...you've had your fun...aaah ...come on please...that's enough." "Hey Jim...we gotta go back to the ship man, finish up hey," Earl said finally. Reluctantly, Jim withdrew his still amazingly hard cock from my pussy and hopped off the bed. I just lay there, watching as the two young sailors put the rest of their "civvies" back on somewhat silently. Even my husband Simon was quiet as he sat slowly drinking and watching them occasionally, then every few moments he would glance over at me. Pretty soon they were ready to go. Simon offered to drive them back to their ship, and was packing up his camera. I had straightened up my clothes – again – and sat on the edge of the bed a bit sheepishly. What had I just done? I felt a stirring of guilt wash over me when I silently reflected upon some of the best sex I have ever had in my life! I had Simon give me the recording from the video so I could give it to my fictitious husband "Steve" and thanked him for being a good "friend". Earl gave me a card with his e-mail address on it and asked me to contact him one day. He said he wasn't too sure when his ship would next be in our port, but wanted to know if he could mention me to a cousin of his who was also in the navy and also occasionally called in here. He said it was nice for a fellow to know there may be someone local with whom they could meet after weeks away at sea – you know, a mutual friend or something to share some laughs. He said his cousin was a nice enough fellow and he was sure I would like him. 'Mutual friend' hmmm? I pretty much could guess what he meant. I told him it was something to think about, but not to get too excited as I was not really that type of woman. "Besides," I said to him, "surely you men would prefer a younger girl?" He laughed heartily. "You special, one of them low mileage classics. Just don't make 'em like it any more!" he said, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. How nice. After a few kisses goodbye and a cuddle or two they all left and moment later I dragged my tired body into the shower to sooth away my sore 'bits' for awhile and wash out some of the cum that dripped from my battered pussy. Stepping out of the shower several minutes later and having just dried myself I was about to slip on my red chemise when I hesitated and I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had to admit to myself I did still look alright for a – dare I say it, a middle aged woman. My skin was still tight and blemish-free, my waist was slim and stomach almost flat. My breasts, while not overly large, only barely sagged and my nipples still stood out and up like always. With my shoulders back they looked as they did some twenty years ago – just a bit larger! Of course there was one blemish; there just above my left nipple was a large purple welt – Jim's love-bite! And when I turned around to inspect my still-firm butt I was sure I could see the beginnings of a large bruise forming on one of my cheeks! Earl! I rubbed my butt gingerly and turned back around to glance down at what they were both responsible for – my puffy-red pussy! Even after a shower it still looked battered and sore, my inner lips noticeably distended like never before! Touching myself, I smiled at what I had just done with the two strangers! More than likely a 'once-in-a-lifetime' experience! Wow! * * * I was dead to the world when I was awoken by someone feeling me up. Somewhat startled, I lay quite still getting my bearings and soon realised that it was Simon. He had finally returned from dropping the two men off at the wharf and was now making his move on me. We were in the spoon position and I was only wearing my sheer chemise. Simon raised my left leg and I absently poked my bum toward him. "It's still pretty messy...you sure you wanna do this?" I murmured softly in the darkness. Simon said nothing. I knew he would have been aching to fuck me for hours – I couldn't deny him now, although sleep would have been a much preferable option to me.