****** Accident on a San Francisco Night by Joe the Cuckold ******
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Accident on a San Francisco Night

Copyright 1998 by Joe the Cuckold

We had gone to San Francisco for a getaway weekend. Shopping, take in a play at
the theatre, just a nice little romantic weekend with my wife. Sure turned out
to be a lot more than I had originally expected. Arrived in town on Friday
night. Went to dinner at a nondescript restaurant, if there is such a thing in
San Francisco? Then walked around Ghiradelli Square and returned to our hotel
on Fisherman's Wharf. Had some very good sex. My wife was unusually hot and
much to my pleasure, had me fuck her twice before she was satisfied.

Saturday we walked the wharf, shopped and returned to our hotel to get ready
for the theatre. We had mezzanine tickets for The Phantom of the Opera at The
Curran Theatre. We really enjoyed the play. Andrew Lloyd Weber really knows how
to entertain. As we were walking down the stairs, it happened. The "accident"
that set in motion the events that led up to the fucking of my wife by another
man.

I was a step ahead of my wife when a Black man suddenly lost his balance on the
stair behind her. As he fell he reached out for something to catch his balance.
My wife was what he grabbed. He wrapped his arms around her and both of his
hands ended up over her breasts. The sudden impact of his weight against my
wife made her lose her balance and they both ended up on the floor of the
landing with him tightly squeezing her breasts in his ebony hands. My wife
turned a bright red when she realized where this man's hands were. He let go of
her, assisted my wife to her feet and apologized profusely for being so clumsy
and for embarrassing her. We said accidents do happen and told him not to worry
about it. He was so apologetic and remorseful, he offered to buy us a drink, if
we didn't have any other plans. I looked at my wife and she nodded ok. We left
together in a cab to a bar he knew.

Now this guy was about 10 years younger than my wife and I. Nice looking,
tallish about 6 feet and maybe 190 lbs., jet black hair and brown eyes. He
reminded me of that movie actor from the 30's Robert Taylor, only as black as
the ace of spades. Kind of a pretty boy type. He was a real talker, articulate,
witty. I could tell my wife was having a good time, she was talking up a storm
with him. Usually she is quiet and reserved when we meet new people. We knew
only a few Black people from home and I was surprised my wife was this open
with this handsome Black stranger. We had several rounds of drinks. Another
unusual thing for my wife as she is a very light imbiber. Two is her limit, but
this night she had at least five Brandy Alexanders. There was a small dance
floor and this guy, Rod by name, suggested my wife and I dance. So we did. In a
few minutes Rod asked if he could cut in. I am not much of a dancer and was
actually glad he did. I saw a funny look in my wife's eyes when I cheerfully,
handed her over to him. I sat in our booth and watched them dance. He was a
very good dancer ( I wondered if it was in his genes) and kept her on the floor
a long time. I saw my wife dancing with him and she had a happy look on her
face. They danced fast ones and slow ones, close but not so close as to be
unseemly. I could see their lips moving as they talked. I wondered what they
had to say to each other to be talking as much as they did. An uneasy feeling
came over me. I shook it off but wondered why I felt so odd?

I felt the urge to pee and went to the men's room. Upon my return I found Rod
and my wife sitting close, very close in the booth. My wife was looking down
and Rod was smiling broadly. A little knot began to form in my stomach. I
thought "what is going on here?" I sat next to my wife. No one said anything
for a minute or two. My wife wouldn't look at me and Rod just smiled that big
smile at me. Finally, I asked them with that uneasy feeling returning, "hey,
what's going on here? Why isn't anyone saying anything?" Rod said, "Do you know
your wife is very beautiful?" I looked at her. She was beautiful. Rod said,
"you are a very lucky man to have her, she loves you very much." I looked at my
wife again and agreed with him I was lucky. Rod said, "she loves you so much
she wants to give you a very special gift tonight." I looked at my wife, who
still hadn't looked up, for the third time. I wondered what the hell was he
talking about? The little knot in my stomach began to grow.

"Mary," I asked of my wife, "what is he talking about? What special gift?" My
wife raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes were shining brightly, her face
was flushed. She leaned against Rod and he put his arm around her. "What the
fuck?" I thought. Then Rod said, "I have something for you." As he spoke he
extended a tightly closed hand across the table to me. I opened my hand and his
closed fist deposited a black silky wad into my palm. I looked at it and it
took a few seconds to realize he had placed Mary's panties in my hand. I
blurted out, "How in the fuck...?" My wife said, "while you were gone," tilting
her head at Rod, "he took them off here in the booth." My eyes popped wide! I
blurted, "He took them off here in this booth?" My mind raced "how in the
fuck...why did she let him...what is going on here." I was reeling, not
comprehending. "Tell him Mary," Rod told her.

My wife took my hand and looked me in the eyes. "Clint honey, we talked about
it remember? You said I could...well, I... I... I want... him." She turned her
head and smiled at Rod. "You want him," I uttered? She smiled and nodded,
placed her other hand in his lap and began to massage his cock through his
trousers, and said, "I want to fuck him." My heart leaped into my mouth! My
stomach did a flip-flop. My wife Mary wanted to fuck Rod... a Black man! Rod
smiled at me, said, "See what I mean Clint she loves you? She told me of your
desires to have Mary enjoyed by other men and I am glad to help her make it
happen for you." Then he kissed her. I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. My
wife, Mary, wants to fuck this guy? This handsome Black stud? She wants to fuck
him? Never in all of our discussions on this subject had the issue of her
having a Black man arise. I watched them kiss. His dark hand moved onto my
wife's breasts and he felt them, kneading them. I looked around to see if
anyone was watching...saw Rod feeling up my wife's tits. The bartender was
watching us. Our eyes met and he slyly smiled. I felt the blood rush to my ears
in embarrassment. Looking back at rod and my wife I saw her nipples harden
through the material and remembered she had worn no bra as she had said she
wanted to be a little sexy and naughty tonight. The knot in my stomach was no
longer little, it was huge. It felt like the size of a bowling ball.

Damn this was really naughty. Even more than naughty, slutty was the word. I
felt my hard cock pressing against my trousers. I hadn't realized my cock had
gotten hard! I was aroused but more so, hot, excited watching a dark stranger
fondle my wife's tits in a public place. Yes, it was a dark little piano bar,
and no one noticed I thought other than the bartender, but it was so contrary
to everything I knew of my Mary. My wife had absolutely refused to consider
meeting with other men when I suggested it to spice up our sex life. She knew
how much I wanted something like this to happen. I thought this was just a
bluff, a trick, a scheme cooked up to tease me. But he was kissing my wife
right before my very eyes. His coal Black hands were fondling my wife's tits.
Damn, that is so hot... I decided to call their bluff. A part of me hoped it
was a bluff. Another part of me hoped it was not.

"Ok, Mary if you want Rod, then lets go." We left in a taxi, to our hotel on
the Wharf. In the taxi Mary and Rod made out. His hands on her body running
everywhere. I could see the cabbie trying to see in the mirror. It excited me
to have him see my wife being felt up by this Black stranger. It also made me
feel useless. This man whom my wife was pretending she wanted to fuck. When I
saw Rod's hand slip up between Mary's thighs and her legs spread for him my
certainty evaporated. Maybe this isn't a bluff? Mary and Rod went ahead as I
paid off the taxi. His last words as he disappeared into the hotel with my wife
were, "Why don't you order some champagne so we can toast your sexy wife?" In
the lobby I detoured a second to the room service phone and as their elevator
door closed I saw them embracing, kissing passionately. "MMmmm, they are really
carrying this bluff along," I thought to myself. I quickly ordered a bottle of
Champagne, strawberries and two tins of caviar...have to celebrate this right.
I was excited and apprehensive too. This sure doesn't look like any bluff. By
the time I reached our room, Mary and Rod were already inside. The door was
closed. I looked at it for a second, and hoped they didn't lock me out. They
didn't. I opened the door and my eyes beheld the erotic truth. This was no
scheming trick to tease me. No bluff. Rod and my wife were standing by the bed.
Her dress was already on the floor at her feet in a pile along with her slip.

My heart skipped a beat. Except for her self-supporting black nylons my wife
was naked from the waist down. A pale strip of Mary's white flesh was exposed
between the top of her nylons and the bottom of her black chemise. I was
shocked to see my wife's pussy was devoid of hair. Unknown to me she had shaven
her mound this afternoon. Her pussy lips stood out clearly, the slit easily
visible. My erection hardened. Rod was behind her and his big black hands were
under the chemise, playing with my wife's tits as he kissed her. Mary's hands
were over her head, entwined in his hair. I stood there and watched them from
the open door. Rod and Mary kissing passionately, and Rod feeling up my wife,
his hands roaming all over her body, down along the swell of her tummy to the
rise in her mound, between her thighs, around to her ass, back up to her tits,
squeezing firmly, and pinching the nipples. I was in heat myself and worried at
the same time. Why him? Why tonight?

"Room service." I jumped at the sound of the bellboy's voice. I had been
concentrating on watching Rod with my wife I had forgotten to close the room
door and I hadn't heard him approaching. He looked in and saw Rod with my wife
and exclaimed, "holy shit!" I looked to see what he saw and Rod had just
removed Mary's chemise. She was now naked and he was back to feeling her tits.
"Who is SHE," he asked? "Damn she's pretty hot looking." I was embarrassed.
Here was this pimply faced teenager looking at my naked wife being mauled by
Rod's black hands. I was also getting even more excited knowing he was seeing
my wife like this. I said to him, "that's my wife. I nodded towards Rod, he's
going to fuck her." The boy gave me a weird look and asked me "Don't you have a
dick? If she is your wife why aren't you fucking her?" Yeah. Why wasn't I
fucking her? He then said Rod was a lucky stiff. I paid him off and closed the
door.

I took off my sport coat and undid my tie. As I unfastened my collar Mary
looked at me. My wife walked over to me and stopped me from proceeding further.
She looked at me and smiled a wicked smile and said, "No. Tonight I just want
him." My wife turned her head and looked at Rod with passion. "Please honey.
Just him." I was crushed. My wife didn't want me to fuck her. She only wanted
her new ebony lover. I couldn't speak, my throat was instantly dry like a dusty
road in summer. My stomach flip-flopped again. I simply nodded. My wife took my
face in her hands, softly kissed my lips and said, "I love you. Tonight is only
for you to watch." She smiled at me, led me to a chair and gently pushed me
down into it, then returned to Rods embrace, who was now naked having taken the
time to strip while Mary talked to me.

Rod's cock was hard and erect. It was also huge. Much bigger than mine. Longer
and thicker with a large bulbous head that gave it an odd out of proportion
look. I felt inadequate. I could feel my hard slackening. I guess what they say
about Black men is true... Mary looked over her shoulder at me, a wild excited
look was in her dark brown and brightly shining eyes. She was obviously pleased
with the sight she was beholding. Rod was ready and with little preliminaries
he lay her on the bed and knelt between her thighs when my wife spread them and
presented her shaven pussy to him. He had a Trojan in his hand was preparing to
put it on when Mary surprised us both. Taking it from his hand she threw it
away. Smiled naughtily and said, "Let's give Clint a real show tonight." Rod
looked over at me, grinned a really wicked grin and poised his thick chocolate
cock at the entrance of my wife's pussy. "Hey guy, your wife is really hot,"
Rod said nastily. He ran that bulbous head up and down her bare slit, then
pressed it firmly into her, parting her pussy lips and slowly but ever so
slowly disappearing full length into my wife. As his bulbous head penetrated my
wife. Mary gasped. "It's so BIG! Oh God!"

With me watching from the nearby chair, Rod took my wife quickly with a rutting
passion. Mary responded to his desire for her body and told him "Take me Rod.
Tonight I am yours. Fuck me for my husband." Rod pushed Mary's legs up 'til
they were sticking straight up in the air. Rod's huge black rod pistoning in
and out, transfixed my wife's stretched cunt, nailing her to the mattress. Rod
fucked Mary in short hard strokes, ramming deep into her wifely cunt with force
and a lusty rapidity. My wife moaned and whimpered, grunting, "oh oh, unh unh,"
as this strange new cock power fucked her. Rod grunted with pleasure, looked at
me from time to time and asked my wife if he was getting some pussy I had never
had. Somehow he knew his cock was bigger, better than mine. Mary couldn't speak
with any precision, just gasping..."yes...never... had...it...so...deep."

I felt, sensed, more than heard him. I turned around and there was the pimply
faced bellboy watching my wife getting fucked. "What the fuck are you doing," I
asked him? "Please don't make me go. I never saw a woman fucking before. Please
let me watch her," he begged. I knew I should make him go. I didn't think Mary
would appreciate me letting him see her fucking Rod. But I was hot,
embarrassed, excited, worried, humiliated all at the same time. My mind wasn't
working rationally. I put my finger to my lips and let him stand closer. Rod
was still pounding Mary's pussy furiously. They were shaking the bed wildly.
The bellboy was holding his cock through his trousers, squeezing as he watched
my wife as Rod fucked her. We both could see his long shaft gliding in and out
of Mary's cunt. It glistened with the juices of her hot twat. "God Damn, this
is so fucking hot," he whispered. "He is really fucking your wife isn't he?" I
nodded, and heard Mary scream..."oh God yes! Fuck me Rod!" It was hot but I had
a cold fear pass over me. My wife was in the throes of her first orgasm. Her
body shook violently under Rod's severe pounding of her cunt. Her screams of
passion filling the room, "OoooWWW, AHHHHhh, MMMmmm."

Rod was into the really short strokes and his ass tensed up, his balls shrunk,
tightening up, and I knew he was cumming. Cumming into my wife's pussy.
Depositing his load of "baby batter" in my wife. Shit! No condom! Is she going
to get pregnant out of this? Rod collapsed upon my wife and she wrapped her
long legs around his waist. They lay there breathing hard, I could hear
whispering but could not make out the words. I looked at the bellboy he was
smiling, grinning actually. He said, "Shit, that is so hot. I loved seeing him
fuck your wife. Is she REALLY your wife? You gonna fuck her now?" I shook my
head no. He looked at me with an even funnier, odder look than before, that
said it all..."What kind of sap are you letting this guy fuck your wife and
you're not going to fuck her?" I whispered to him, he had to get out before my
wife saw him and got real mad. I shooed him out the door and locked it this
time. I looked back at Rod and my wife, Mary, still locked in their embrace. I
felt sad. Rod had just fucked my wife better than I ever had. I knew it in my
bones. I could never fuck Mary as well as she had just been fucked. I wondered
what the rest of the night was going to be like.

"Break out the champagne old man," Rod called as he got off of my wife. I
popped the cork, poured a glass for each of us. Rod and I stood by the bed. Me
still clothed. Rod naked with his now flaccid ebony shaft coated in his cum and
my wife's cunt juice. Mary lay bare assed on the bed, her legs spread wide.
Rod's cum oozing from her red puffy shaven cunt hole. I stared at my wife's
used pussy. The pussy that used to be only mine until just a few minutes ago.
Together we toasted my wife Mary. Rod spoke, "To Clint's wife Mary. The best
piece of white ass I ever had!" Mary sipped her glass and then said, "My turn."
She raised her glass high, looked me squarely in the eyes and I saw a gleam
there I had never seen before. My heart sank and my eyes teared over and I
never felt more humiliated in my life when I next heard her say, "To Rod. Whose
beautiful Black Cock gave me the finest fucking I ever had or ever will have!"

END

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