11 comments/ 128050 views/ 19 favorites My Wife's Switch By: shane_orion I guess every person has a switch, but we never know what it is until it is flicked on. These can be the most exciting surprises of all. My wife invited the neighbors over to watch the playoffs last weekend. We had known them for awhile, but had never hung out. They seemed pretty cool and he and I shared similar opinions on basketball. Karen, a quiet brunette with a knockout body and Alex showed up at tip-off. As they walked in together I realized, but had never noticed just how much he towered of his wife. Actually towered over us all. The game was competitive. During the commercial breaks I found out that Alex played ball for UW, but as he put it, "not every black man can go pro." Karen and my wife Maria watched much of the game, but were paying more attention to their margaritas. I had made a pitcher of them and was called to make another before halftime. By the time final horn had blown Alex and I finished off several Coronas and the girls were working on their third pitcher of my special golden ritas. "These are so damn good," said Karen. "But you know what would make them even better? Hot bubbles!" "What are you talking about woman," her husband answered. "Jacuzzi! The jets, the bubbles and these ice cold margaritas. Come on, it will feel great!" Within a few minutes Maria and I were across the street and stepping into the tub as our hosts were still debating on a musical choice. Maria had put on my favorite black bikini that matched her raven hair and fit tightly against her tan Latina skin. She was feeling the buzz and gave me a sloppy wet kiss before turning and backing into my lap. "Rub my shoulders, Shane." Still after seven years of marriage, the touch of her skin would excite me. I rubbed her shoulders and neck lightly, sneaking in a nibble or two. I pressed my thumbs into her muscle, but as always, just a bit too hard. "Easy. You are too rough." "Who's too rough," asked Karen. She walked out of the house in the world's smallest bikini. Having only seen her in regular clothes, I was shocked by her true proportions. Behind two triangles were a pair of solid D's and beneath a few strings was an ass that just popped. "Shane is too rough. Every time he tries to rub my neck. I like it soft. Gentle." "Fingers like feathers?" "Yea, exactly!" The two girls continued to share their feelings on the art of neck massage, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Karen. Finally the sound of music filled the air and Alex joined the group. Wearing a suit that looked more like a pair of tight boxer briefs, Alex looked even more like a giant among us. It was obvious that he still kept himself in prime athletic shape with near zero body fat and ripped abs. I found myself sitting up and sucking in my fit but not ripped stomach. It was clear that Maria was aware of Alex, as she too sat up straight, eyes glazing over his torso. "You know Alex has feather fingers? Unbelievable. Sometimes I actually fall asleep in the middle of his neck rubs." "What do you mean 'sometimes'. More like all the time." "Well, whatever, a lot maybe. I can't help it. Show her." Alex looked at Maria and then at me. I shrugged my shoulders, "hey go ahead, these hands were made for deep tissue I guess." Maria's eyes flashed a moment of doubt as Alex slid beside her. He reached his arm behind her, his large black hand rested against her skin. He moved slowly, almost too slow to see. His effect was immediate as Maria turned her back to him for complete access. "Oh my god. Shane, are you watching? This is what I am talking about." Alex stopped. "What? That's it? No. no. no. Give me at least a few more minutes." "I did want you to spill your drink." With that, Maria gulped down the last half of her margarita and set the glass on the side of the tub. "Nothing to spill now." As Alex turned his attention to my wife, Karen and I watched and casually spoke. I must admit I was feeling both jealousy and excitement as Maria's eyes closed and low moans escaped her lips. His hands continued to work their magic on her neck and shoulders, but I noticed their body positions change. Maria's was now sitting directly in front of Alex and she seemed higher, as if she was on his legs or lap. The bubbles hid the proof. Karen finished her drink and asked for more of my special mix. Since I needed to clear my head, a.k.a. take a whiz, anyway, I obliged and ran inside. From the second floor bathroom I had a perfect view above the tub. I heard voices from down below, but could not hear what was said over the rush of the jets. From my view I could see that Maria was indeed sitting astride Alex's leg. I could also see that one of her hands seemed to rest between the thighs of her masseuse and the other between her own. But was she... Perhaps I was taking too long. Not sure, but Karen stood up and stumbled toward the house. I rushed down the stairs to meet her in the kitchen. Her nipples stood at attention in the air-conditioned room and thoughts of my wife disappeared. She slurred something about tequila and her bladder and swayed upstairs. Even drunk she was damn hot. As I stepped outside, my curiosity got the best of me. From the corner of the spa I was hidden from their view; only the dim light from inside the Jacuzzi shown. It had now been almost 20 minutes and his hands still caressed my wife. However, it was different now. His hands moved down her back and around her shoulders. Maria's body moved from side to side atop his leg and her arm took long strokes between his thighs. Then it was over. With one hand, Alex reached between her legs and uncovered her shaven slick pussy; with the other, her nipple. Maria focused on removing the black snake using both hands. Silently, she shifted her hips slid his fat cock into her. She gasped and pressed back into Alex's chest. With her juicy hole filled, she pumped her hips pulling his cock with her tight muscles. I stood shocked, but aroused. I took out my own tool and stroked as I watched. Just then Karen's hand joined mine around my shaft. She turned me around and whispered in my ear, "fuck me." I flipped her around and untied her bikini strings. From behind I slid my dick into her. She was so wet her cunt gushed as I fucked her hard, all the while watching our spouses in the spa a few feet away. Maria sped up her assault on Alex's cock. I know her pussy control and he was not going to last much longer. I was right and within minutes he was pumping his creamy load deep into my wife. She held on tight and pushed down hard to milk every last drop from that snake. Their orgasm prompted Karen to shake. She let me go and dropped to her knees engulfing me into her mouth. I busted and sent long streams of cum shooting against the back of her throat. After sucking me dry, she put her finger up to her mouth and motioned "shhh." Putting my dick back in my pants and her bikini strings tied, we stepped around the corner towards the spa. Alex and Maria had separated and sat on opposite sides of the tub, casually talking. "More margaritas anyone?" The secret still remains. I know the switch that turns on my loving wife. My Wife's Switch Ch. 02 Several weeks passed since I watched my wife seduced by our neighbor and the sex has been non-stop. It was always good, but the last weeks was a bit more free and open than ever before. Every room had now been used, including the garage and the backyard patio. She aggressively assaulted her pussy with her small vibrating jelly while I was at work and tickled her clit with it while I pounded her from behind. Life was good. I reviewed that fateful night many times. At first, I thought her seduction was the gentle massage that she repeatedly stated that I could not deliver. But then maybe it was the fact that he was black. She had never mentioned any attraction to black men, but... Coming back from work I decided to stop by the erotic shop. Maria had mentioned that her "little friend" was not as powerful as she remembered. After a quick glance over all the various shapes, sizes, speeds, and colors, I found a red clear jelly vibe with a bullet right in the tip for that direct effect. As I turned to leave, my eye caught the big guns. Huge rubber cocks with monster balls, fists, corkscrews and what looked like, a baseball bat. Ignoring the oddities I found something of interest. A thick chocolate cock and balls. It was big, 10 or so inches long and a few inches thick; it felt perfect. I just knew she would love it. I snuck my treats in and hid them under my pillow. I carried an erection all evening anticipating her reaction. My mind was on overload by the time I finished showering and joined her in bed. Maria was half asleep, laying on her side, as I slide behind her. I whispered in her ear, "I have something for you." She mumbled sleepily. I kissed her neck and reached around to caress her breasts. Her eyes remained closed and body still as I increased my attention with my lips on her neck, shoulders and back. My hands slid down onto shaved lips, slipping between her increasing slick lips. Her breathing increased and hips move slowly, grinding her ass against my cock. She parts her legs and my dick slips easily into her. We match each other's slow grind, my hands cupping her firm breast and her eyes still closed. I whisper in her ear of a surprise. I rock her body over and onto her stomach, keeping myself buried inside her. Her hips pivot upward to accept my slow steady thrusts. Reaching over with one hand I grab the black rubber cock. I slip my cock out and she moans in disapproval. "Do you want more," I asked? Her low moans sound like a yes. "You do want more. I bet you want a lot more. I bet you would love to have a big cock in you." She continued to moan and push her hips backward, so I continue my prompts. "That is what you want, a big fat cock filling you up. A big fat black cock." I held the rubber dick as if it was my own and rubbed the tip along her lips. "I got a big black cock for you. Feel how hard it is? Hard... big... black..." I slip the huge helmet tip between her wet lips and against her clit. She pushes back harder and begins to moan 'yes'. "You want this black dick? You want this huge black cock in you?" "Hmmmm... yes... yes." I slid the entire shaft across her slit, covering it's blackness with her slick juice. Positioning the tip, I pushed the huge tip through her folds and slowly began to enter her pussy. Her moans turned to a gasp as it broke her seal, but as it disappeared, inch by inch, the moans returned even louder. I slowly pulled out and pushed in further each time until all 10 inches were deep inside. Simulating the passion, I rhythmically pumped every inch of the gigantic prick in and out of my wife's tight hole. Her hips met each thrust with intense vigor and her moans were uncontrolled and loud. My cock twitched against her thigh as I watched the black rod stretch her flesh. I moved my body to her side, holding the rubber balls in my hand and continuing to simulate a hard slow fuck. "I think you like your new friend" "Oh yes, it feels so good." "You like being fucked with a thick black dick, don't you?" "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me. It is so big. Feels so good." "It looks so sexy. A big chocolate cock stretching your pussy. Your wet pink little pussy and this big black dick." "Yes, give me that black cock. Fill me up. Yes, I love your black cock". Maria's ass pointed straight up taking each inch into her eager cunt. Her eyes opening for the first time, found my own prick dripping precum inches from her face. She grabbed my member and licked the sweet drops from my tip and swallows my length greedily. Her fingers around my shaft pumping my meat into her mouth, I felt her tongue licking my tip and her lips sucking me tightly. I increased the force and rhythm of her new lover which increased her excitement even more. Her hips pumped upward with even time and she squealed with pleasure each time I plunged the rubber dick into her. "C'mon, suck me. Keep sucking. You feel those black balls on your clit? You feel them slap your clit when he is deep inside you? Are you going to cum? Yea, cum all over his big black cock. Let him fill your pussy with black cum. Black cum in your pussy and my white cock in your mouth." The words, the pounding, it all became too intense and Maria began to shake. She released my cock from her mouth and violently gyrated her hips to the pounding beat of her new black lover. Her moans turned to screams until her body gave out and she collapsed on the bed. I let go of the dildo and it fell out of her and onto the bed beside her. Her rapid breathing continued as her body shook with several spasms. Reaching down with her hands, she found her new partner and without saying a word, she turned over on her back and replaced the huge toy back into her quivering sex. She slowly fucked herself in front of me. Her legs spread wide as she fit every inch of dark meat in, withdrawing, and plunging in back in. I kneeled near her and stroked my meat. I let my tip fall across her lips and she opened her mouth in response. Her tongue darted out cleaning the oozing clear fluid from my tip. "Come in my mouth. Please." Her breathing increased again and her hands made the black cock disappear into her pussy faster and faster. "I am going to cum again. Please, cum with me. I want your cum in my mouth and his black cum in my pussy. Please. Yes. Yes." I pumped my rod and shot white gooey cum into her mouth, on her lips, across her face and neck. She squealed as it hit her and it sent her body into another body-shaking orgasm. Her hands replaced mine and she guided my cock into mouth sucking it dry. The thick black rod still engulfed in her pussy and her hips gently bucked. My life just got more interesting. My Wife's Switch Ch. 03 Holiday party cheer never seems dull. Even those boring afternoon coffee and finger sandwich gatherings at work will eventually bring out the entertainer in somebody and "the life of the party" is born. Now mix in alcohol and dim the lights, well now the fun begins. My wife Maria looked amazing in her little black dress. Her smooth silky tanned calves tightened as she strutted toward the front door arriving a little late for the neighborhood Christmas party. We were on time until, the sight of her sexy nude Latin body bent over the bathroom counter made the tedious act of putting on make-up seem too erotic to pass up. After a brief romp standing in front of the mirror, we quickly got dressed and left for the Palmer's house. Which brings us back to the front door of our neighbor's home; Maria's red toes peeking out of black strap heels as she steps up to ring the doorbell. As I said before, holiday parties never seem dull, but sometimes it takes awhile to get things interesting. Jon Palmer and his wife Laurie were your basic middle class couple with two kids, a dog and a mortgage. In fact, our entire neighborhood was fairly average and plain. Most of the men carried a belly that showed their love of "couch sports" and many of the wives had the look of conservative PTA mothers. Beside my beautiful wife, there were only two other sexy MILFs in attendance; Karen and Samantha. Karen, as you know from part one, is our next door neighbor and married to Alex; Samantha is her sister visiting from Arizona. Between the three, all the other husband's eyes bounced. Karen, a short brunette with a perfect hourglass body snuggly wrapped in red; and her sister, a taller version of Karen dressed casually in a denim mini skirt and a lacy, see-through white blouse barely containing her plump D's; and lastly, my raven-haired wife whose tight body was covered by a thin black silk dress hugging her luscious curves and revealing the absence of a bra when she moved. Among the cheese dip, the sparkling white wine, the homemade candy and the eggnog, these three ladies were the tastiest dishes that everybody wanted to nibble. It seems that each time I looked up, someone had their arms around and lips on one of the three. Innocent as it all seemed at first, as the night progressed, the men did indeed get a bit bolder even with their own wives looking on. Alex and I took the backseat and watched and laughed at the partier's desperate attempts to push the holiday boundaries. The girl's ate it all up knowing the effect they seem to have on these men and constantly looked over and gave us smug smiles as they each spent time with the other dozen or so couples. About an hour or so later, I snuck up behind my wife as she poured herself another glass of bubbly. Disguising my voice and sliding over her ass. "Hey sexy, wanna see my misseltoe?" "Sure, just don't let my husband see us." She fired back quickly and turned to me. "Oh, it is you. I am so surprised. Oh my gosh." With a sarcastic grin and a quick kiss, she turned back to finish her pour. I nuzzled her from behind and let my hand slide down her leg, under her dress and up her front thigh. "Love all that attention from all the neighborhood daddies?" My fingers slipped under her thong and across her shaven lips. They were slick and warm, dripping with wetness. "Yes, I guess you are." "Jealous?" "Honey, you are my wife, I love you and I love watching you. It is sexy as hell to see you work this room, knowing that I will be eating your juicy pussy at midnight." I withdrew my fingers from her snatch and licked her juice off. Maria smiled. "Damn I love you." She slipped me her tongue and then rejoined the crowd in the next room. As the night continued, many couples went home to their kids. The guests that remained were the livelier of the bunch. The music seemed to get louder, the voices got energized and the conversations got less discreet. There were about 8 or 9 couples left and Samantha. Everyone was feeling the warmth of alcohol when Jon Palmer surprised us all by breaking out some slow jams and swinging his wife into the dimly lit living room. Many of the couples joined in, including Alex and Karen. A few others were hanging out in the kitchen and still a couple of others were playing pool in the backroom. I was not surprised to find my wife playing pool with a couple of drooling husbands. I was able to peek in the room from the doorway without being seen. Her tutors were trying with all their might to keep body contact with Maria. She had to be aware of the hands on her back, on her hips and the groins pressed into her from behind as the assisted her shots. She was amazing to watch and remained innocent to their forward attempts. "She is beautiful." A voice came from behind me. "Damn sexy to watch; your wife being admired so." It was Samantha. "Let me know if you like this." She passed by and entered the room. "OK, if you want to learn how to play pool, I will teach you. My father owned a bar and well, I picked up a few things." Samantha startled the men and they backed away from Maria, probably feeling like they got caught. Samantha grabbed a stick from the wall, chalked the end, quickly looked the table over and bent down to take a shot. She took her time and pointed her ass towards the two men. Her mini denim skirt raised high on her hips and exposed a toned smooth ass. The men stood shocked, not taking their eyes off her uncovered flesh. Just as she was about to shoot, she stopped. "Maria, this is your shot, I will show you how to sink these balls." Maria took her place and bent over the table to aim her cue. Samantha got behind her and adjusted her stance. "No, spread those legs wide; bend at the hips..." Samantha pulled her legs apart and ran her hand over her ass up to her back and gently nudged her forward. Maria took aim and listened to her instructions. She felt Samantha's hands caress her back, hips and ass and I saw her eyes close briefly as if enjoying the touch. Samantha said something about her dress being too tight and pulled it upward revealing my wife's thong-clad cheeks to the quiet audience. She ran her hand down her curves and continued to instruct. "Now, aim, slowly pull back and release forward." Samantha's breasts rested upon Maria's back, her hand caressing her naked butt and her lips an inch away from her face. It was a sight that I did not want to end; nor did the two neighbors. Maria took her shot and sank the ball in the corner pocket. "See. All you needed was a woman's touch." "Thanks, Sam. Guys table is yours, I need a drink." Not wanting to be seen, I ducked into the dark bathroom and let the girls walk by. My cock was rock hard after seeing Samantha "help" my wife. I wondered just how wet she was now. She has never talked about sex with another woman, then again, she never talked about sex with a black cock either. I splashed water on my face and return to the party. As another hour passed, a few more couples departed leaving two couples in a marathon pool shoot-out, a few other couples conversing around the kitchen table, a couple of people outside sneaking a smoke and rest listening to DJ Palmer pulling out the old school party tunes. We all danced together; Samantha, Karen, Maria, Alex, the Palmers and an occasional extra neighboring dancer. It was exciting to watch Alex and Maria. It was the first time I had seen them together this close since the night in the hot tub. They moved together to beat, Alex towering over, Maria's head against his chest. Samantha cut in and my wife returned to my side. "Hey, it is almost midnight. Want to meet me in a dark room?" "Hmm, do you think anyone will notice?" As we looked around at the drunken neighbors, we decided to meet in a few minutes. I went to pour another round and was stopped by a very drunk neighbor who obviously loved the 49ers. As he began his rampage I noticed Samantha and Maria head toward the bathroom. Being a good neighbor, I gave my attention to Bob (aka 49er 4 life). One minute slipped to five and five to twenty. Bob, without a pause, had informed me of exactly why his team will overcome all others next season. I was saved by his wife that motioned him towards the front door and I returned to "dance floor" looking for my wife. Not there. My cock twitched as I thought of her still waiting for me in one of the back rooms. I could not remember where the bedrooms were in the Palmer house, so I peeked in a few doors down the darkened hallway. After a closet, laundry room and an office, I reached a door that was slightly open. Just as I was to push it open I heard a female moan. It was not my wife and I hesitated. My perverted curiosity pushed me to nudge the door open just slightly. The room was only lit by a lone streetlight shining through the window, but to me I could see clearly. Jon's head was buried deep between his wife's chubby thighs, her hands twisting her nipples as he munched on her hairy bush. Without warning, Jon stood up and quickly pulled down his slacks and plunged his dick into Mrs. Palmer. His ass was covered in fur and it bounced as he pounded her. Within moments he shuddered to a climax and fell upon his wife. As quickly as the show began, the show was over and I was gone. As I made my way back to the kitchen I bumped into Samantha coming out of the bathroom. Her breasts were straining the fabric and her huge nipples pointed the way. "Hey, there you are, we were looking for you." She pointed behind her to Maria. As soon as she saw me, she kissed me hard and wet. Her hand grabbed my cock and stroked it through my jeans. I mimicked her advances and reached for her sex. My fingers slipped under her dress and found a very slippery cunt. She jumped when I touched her clit and pulled away. "C'mon. I need you and my black cock tonight." As we walked to the door, I was a bit puzzled. She was not wearing panties anymore. We said our goodbyes and started to leave. Samantha gave me a hug and whispered softly. "You have beautiful wife." As she pulled away I caught the scent of sex or should I say, the scent of pussy. Not just any pussy. My wife Maria's pussy. My Wife's Switch Ch. 04 Weeks passed since 'the party'. Life got very busy and sex became less frequent because of it. Spring led into summer and soon it was June with the temperatures climbing upward into the 90's. With my workload increasing due to the economic downward spiral, my time at home was limited to a late dinner, a shower, sleep and coffee to go the next morning. Maria picked up an extra shift at the hospital since I was hardly home. Regardless, we made sure that Saturday night was just for us; or should I say, just for sex. As it always is, when you plan things out ahead of time, something is bound to go wrong. Well, it did. Back to back Saturday's I was caught up fixing a huge error at work and followed it up with my health finally giving up on me due to the several months of non-stop work stress. Worse yet, it had been over a month since my wife and I had been naked together and when I finally am finished with the job, I am stuck in bed with a fever, headache, and dizzy. Maria looked like an angel bringing me juice and water, the sunrays peeking through a crack in the curtains behind her. A bit delirious, I remember her saying something about the lawn, kids, and money. She kissed my forehead and I drifted off. In my medicated ill-slumber, I heard the voices of Alex, Karen, Maria and several unidentifiable others. Over the next few hours I heard the sound of my lawn-mower, the garbage can lids dropped, laughter and muffled yelps of surprise. Tired, but not sleepy I decided to let a bit of sunshine into the dark room. Slowly, I opened the curtains a crack, letting my eyes adjust. The bright glare turning to colors, turning into images. Not a cloud in the sky, sun directly above. Looking down from the upstairs window, I noticed my lawn was nicely manicured and my wife sweeping some of the leftover clippings off the cement patio and into a small pile. Just as she finished, a tall dark figure walked into the scene with my green lawn can. He wore only shorts and running shoes; torso without an ounce of fat, rippled with young muscle and dripping with sweat. My wife bent over to pick up the grass and toss the piles into the waste container. The boyish-man bent his head to admire my wife's skimpy shorts clinging to her ass. He liked what he saw and adjusted his jock as a result. Hearing a buzz in my head, no, not in my head but rather in the front yard. I walked across the hall to the guest bedroom, peeked out the window and found yet another tall, lean, young and topless gardener edging my front patch of lawn. His light brown shaved head reflected the June California sun and sweat rolled off his back; it was then I saw the tattoo and it all made sense. Alex, our neighbor, supported his old high school basketball team's summer camp and they often came by to pay respect by running errands and such. Alex, knowing that I was sick, must have asked them to help me out. Nice. Very nice... I retired back in my dark den of solitude, soon my world was silent and I fell back into a groggy slumber. The silence was broken by light hushed footsteps across the carpeted floor, an opening of a dresser drawer and a slow quiet closing of the bedroom door. The silence remained, but my brain began to stir. My mind re-ran the images of our volunteer gardeners and the secret admiration of one of the boys. Boys? These were men, only boys by age, 18, maybe 19 tops. I was no longer sleepy. My thoughts were broken by the sound of laughter in the backyard. I looked out the window to see the two guys spraying off the patio and wiping down the chaise loungers. Looking at them with more alert eyes, I guess them to both be about six foot three or four, they still were shirtless and both wore long white practice shorts. As one sat down on a chaise smiling, the other soaked him, said something I could not quite hear and looked worried into the house. He jumped, but then laid back down ignoring his friend. My wife stepped out of the house with a couple of glasses, set them down and returned inside. All eyes were on Maria, including my own. She had replaced the shorts and t-shirt, with a casual short summer dress, kinda like one you might wear over a swimming suit. I could see the word exchange between the two, but still could not hear. I carefully slide open the window just a crack to allow the outside in. A rush of hot air hit my face and the sounds were clear. All I could make out were "damn", "fine", "sweet ass" and "hit that". She returned and this time she carried a huge pitcher of something wet and tasty. She poured each a glass offered them more when the quickly gulped the first glass down. She was thanking them and offered to pay a tip for the great service. "Everybody can need an extra $20. I know Alex said not to take anything, but I really do appreciate your help." The boys both denied the cash as they were instructed. One excused himself to use the restroom; Maria pointed the way, but stayed outside. Maria offered to pour another glass for the remaining player as he sat back comfortably on the chaise. I watched as Maria poured and followed her head as it jerked quickly away. It was then I noticed her surprise. Peeking out under his wet shorts was the large tip of his semi flaccid penis. I saw him smile and secretly rub himself, pulling another inch out for Maria to see as she turned back around. This time, she did not turn away, but instead sat in the next chair. Even from my distance, I could see her eyes could not look away and he saw it too. With extreme confidence, he reached down and adjusted his cock allowing several inches to be seen. Maria's hand adjusted the string dress-strap on her shoulder in a nervous release. She could not look away, could not move, nor did not she want to. They exchanged whispers beyond my ears, which led to him removing his trunks, but remained sitting, legs out, on my chaise. The giant black snake began to bob as it grew to hardness. The temptation was too much and Maria reached out with her hand to caress it. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around the meaty shaft with one hand, and then the other. Both hands moving circles around his cock and then pumping down and up, milking him. He reached for her tits, but she pushed his hand away in protest and continued her stroke. Standing quietly at the door, the other volunteer had returned and stood amazed, but turned on. He removed his cock and began to tug on it as he slowly walked toward them. His shadow broke her concentration and she looked up to see another 10 inch black cock an inch from her face. As if scripted, she opened her mouth and allowed room for half of his member. It was then that she lost all control of her married vows, but was in complete control of her two cocks. With a single movement, she stood up, removed her dress exposing her completely nude beautiful body, and straddled the first cock on the chaise. With one hand guiding him in and the other on his chest holding herself steady as she inched his monster inside her. After a few breathy moments, she finally rested her shaved labia atop his hairy pubes, his entire cock deep in my wife. Her head back, eyes shut, body shuddering her first climax. A pair of hands held her hips and began to rock her to and fro. She felt the rhythm and reached out and continued to suck the extra cock, stroking the remaining 5 inches she could not swallow with one hand and pinching her own nipples with the other. What the young stud beneath her had in girth, he lacked in stamina and within a minute or two was bucking under Maria, shooting a mammoth load of cum onto her inner walls. Not finished being fucked, my hot Latina stood up, allowing for his gooey cock to fall back onto his perfect abs and swing her ass towards cock number two. Wasting no time, he easily plunged his dick deep into her already stretched and slick cunt. As she is pounded from behind, her mouth finds her first sticky cock and cleans him with her tongue. Hungrily, she licks every puddle of creamy white cum from his black torso, circles his huge balls and engulfs the entire half hardened meat. Minutes later, but at least longer than the first, an orgasmic cry of relief and quicken thrusts come from behind her. She reaches toward her clit with a free hand and brings herself a second orgasm as her pussy is once again filled deep with sticky cum. As he steps back and releases his hold on her hips, his cock slips from her velvet grip and hangs lifeless between his thighs. Maria stands, her labia coated in white crème, reaches for her dress. As in slow motion, she pulls the dress over her head and down around her ass. The cocks are quickly sheathed inside their shorts and all are standing around the patio table gulping the last of the liquid refreshment. If one walked on the scene at this moment, no one would be the wiser. All was normal... except if you look closer you see the long trail of juice running down each of my wife's leg forming a puddle beneath her.