Karen and I had a rather uninteresting sexual life; the
first bloom had worn off, and sex was sort of relegated
to an occasional week-end night. It wasn’t that she was
not an attractive woman. She was a very lovely woman,
tall with curves in all the right places, and she was
the subject of many admiring glances from men we
encountered.
Her face was an attractive oval, framed by dark hair,
and her breasts were a thing of beauty, medium sized
but firm. Her waist was slim, and she had full rounded
hips which were a delight to see in motion. Her long
legs were gorgeous, displayed in sheer nylons and
skirts that came just above her knees, hugging her
beautiful hips.
Our male friends were always complimentary, and I know
they would love to get her into bed, and I think our
female friends were jealous of her beauty. I know
admiring men often hit on her, but she always repulsed
them, usually telling me about the incident. However, I
think she enjoyed the attention.
So why didn’t we have sex more often than we did? We
were still young, and married only five years. Part of
it was that we both had demanding jobs, and were often
tired at the end of the day, and perhaps we didn’t have
the enthusiasm we did early in our marriage.
Karen was also a bit of a tease, flashing her legs at
times, especially getting up or sitting down when her
legs would open for a moment, giving a view of stocking
clad thighs, her garter straps over naked thighs, and
at times a quick view of her sheer panties. She didn’t
like pantyhose saying her vagina couldn’t breathe, and
she distained thongs, saying they were no better then
toilet paper, preferring sheer nylon briefs which
hugged her lovely rounded ass.
Most of our friends were young married couples, mostly
upscale yuppies, but we were friends with an attractive
black couple, Mark and Dawn. Both of them worked and
had very good jobs. Like our other male friends, Mark
was attracted to my wife, and I’m sure she was aware of
his glances; she would catch him at times stealing a
glance at her legs, and she would blush. She even
seemed a little uneasy when he was around. I wondered
if his being black aroused her.
At one point I braced her on it, asking if she found
him exciting. She paused a moment before replying and
said, “I guess I do find him interesting, and maybe
because he is black, but he is also attractive. Perhaps
because it’s sort of a forbidden area, you know,
crossing racial lines, and hearing that quite a few
black men are well endowed. But you know I’ve always
been faithful to you, and you know I’ve had lots of
opportunities to stray.”
“Do you ever fantasize about doing it with a black
person?” She blushed so I knew I was on the mark.
She said, “Well, it’s one thing to fantasize, and
another to live out those fantasies. I think a lot of
people have fantasies about sex, and imagine doing it
with other people, and maybe exploring different ways,
so I don’t think I’m unique.”
That was the end of that conversation, but it got me
wondering about my wife, and I was somewhat surprised
to find that the subject of having intercourse with a
black person might be arousing to her.
About a month later she and Dawn had lunch together,
and later she related some of their conversation. After
a couple of cocktails Dawn said that I seemed to be
attracted to her husband, and I know he’s attracted to
you. I started to protest but she just smiled and said
that wasn’t unusual as quite a few white women were
attracted to him. Then she confided to Karen that Mark
had been with other women, mainly married white women,
and she condoned it.
My wife was stunned by that remark, but Dawn said she
wasn’t worried, that he always came back to her. And
besides, she said it gave her a rest, gave her pussy a
chance to return to normal. She said he was really big,
and always stretched her out a lot, so she was glad
that having sex with other women gave her a chance to
recover.
Karen was astonished at these declarations, but Dawn
said she wanted to stay married, so she didn’t say
anything to him about his philandering, and so he was
open about his conquests. And Dawn added that she
enjoyed hearing about them, hearing how he seduced
white women and describing it in detail, and that he
was only interested in married women, knowing that
their husband’s performance wouldn’t match what he was
able to do for them, and he was sexually very skillful.
She said there are a lot of white wives out there that
love to get serviced by well hung black men, and there
are even some white husbands that love the idea of
their wife doing it with black men, even wanting to
watch some black studs having their way with a
compliant wife. I was amazed at our conversation.
When they were having coffee and desert Dawn asked my
wife if she had ever heard of the Mandingo Club. She
said no, she had never heard of it. Dawn said it’s a
club of well endowed black studs who appreciate
servicing consenting white women, usually married ones.
She said she was acquainted with a woman whose hobby it
was to connect some black studs with a white couple who
wanted to experience the sex that these men could
perform on a white woman.
When we were leaving she said to my wife that she
wouldn’t mind if she wanted to have sex with her
husband-she was very open about it. Karen said she
couldn’t; she had always been faithful. I was surprised
when my wife told me about their conversation, and I
was surprised to feel a little tingle of lust. That
night we had intercourse, and I found her very wet and
receptive, and I didn’t last long. I think the story
she told had both of us excited.
We didn’t talk about this again. About two weeks later
Dawn called about going to a supper club for dinner. We
were free and agreed to go with them. We met them at
the club after a couple of cocktails we ordered dinner
with wine. We had a pleasant glow on when the dancing
started, and I danced a couple with Karen and then Mark
asked her to dance and she agreed.
Throughout the rest of the evening we continued to
change partners. Dawn remarked that my wife and Mark
danced very well together, but what I noticed was that
as the evening progressed he held her closer, his hand
slipping down from her back to her waist. Also Dawn was
coming in closer as we danced.
Late in the evening, as we were dancing, Dawn asked how
I would feel if Karen had sex with her husband. I was
taken aback by this and said that Karen was attracted
to Mark, but I said he would not succeed in seducing
her. Dawn just smiled and said she thought she would
succumb to him, that he was very skillful. Anyway she
said, “Why don’t you ask her if she would be
interested? I have a strong feeling she might be.”
I asked, “And that would be alright with you?”
She said, “Yes, that would be fun; that would be kind
of exciting. Certainly it would be erotic, a women as
beautiful as Karen opening her legs to Mark. Why don’t
you talk to her about it? But first you should think
about how you would feel if she had sex with Mark.
Would you allow this if she was interested?”
“I’m pretty sure that is not going to happen.” But I
was thinking, would I go along with this in Karen
agrees?
But when we got home I related our conversation to her.
Dawn said, “Do you think she is serious? You know she
told me she wouldn’t mind if Mark had sex with me, but
I wasn’t sure she was serious. When we were dancing
later in the evening, and he was holding me close I
could feel his cock against me, and I have to confess I
was a little moist.”
“If we did that we would be in uncharted territory.
It’s a little crazy but I am convinced they would like
that to happen.” We didn’t say anymore after that, but
it was on my mind, and I’m sure it was on her mind
also, and there was a subtle change in our sex life in
that we did it more often, and I think it was because
we were both fantasizing about that scene. I had very
mixed feelings about Karen having sex with him-I had a
feeling of excitement, but I was also fearful that it
might hurt our marriage.
About another month later we were invited to a small
dinner party at their house. We didn’t see a problem
with that, so we agreed. When we arrived there were two
other couples, one black and one white couple. The
drinks flowed freely, and we had a great
dinner with
some very good wines.
As the evening wore on, first one and then other couple
excused themselves and headed home, so we found
ourselves alone with our hosts, and more than relaxed
from the drinks. There was a feeling of tension in the
air, a feeling of expectancy, and I know that was
because we were all thinking the same
thing, that this
would be an opportunity for him to have sex with my
wife.
Mark made the first move, taking Karen by the arm and
moving her towards the bedroom. She was reluctant,
looking at me for guidance, but I didn’t say or do
anything, really leaving it up to her. She weakened,
but still protesting as he guided her into the bedroom,
leaving the door ajar. Dawn gripped my arm, holding me
rooted.
He undid her skirt, pushing it to the floor; unbuttoned
her blouse, pulled it free, and it followed her skirt.
She stood there in her sheer lacy underwear, flushed
and trembling, as he pulled her against him, stroking
her. It was so erotic, my wife in her lacy half slip
and camisole. I thought how far would she let this go?
I got my answer as he moved her onto the bed.
Next he lifted her camisole up, exposing her breasts,
and he began kissing and caressing them, the nipples
stiff, my wife moaning now. My aroused wife wasn’t
physically resisting him, and he continued, pulling her
sheer slip up, exposing first her stocking clad thighs,
then her naked thighs and garter straps, and finally
her panties as he pulled her slip up to her waist.
It was so erotic watching my moaning wife slowly
stripped by this black stud. She gave a token
resistance, holding the waistband of her panties, but
he kept pulling on them till she lost her grip. Then
she lost her panties as he slid them down and off,
naked now except for her stockings and garter belt, her
pussy exposed to him.
He lost no time as her worked on her, his tongue on her
breasts, his other hand stroking her naked thighs, then
her vaginal lips, gradually pushing her thighs open. As
her thighs opened more he began to caress her vaginal
lips which were now pink and moist. He continued,
slipping a finger into her as she moaned louder, giving
a little cry as he found her clitoris.
At this point we could no more have stopped this than
we could an avalanche. It was clear she was
surrendering to him. We were both helpless as he
stripped, revealing a cock that was very large and very
thick, and rapidly becoming erect. When she saw that
she moved her thighs together, her eyes wide at the
sight of his now erect cock, but he easily spread her
again and then mounted her.
She groaned as she felt the pressure of his cock,
beginning to push into her. He lifted her thighs,
opening her more as he continued the relentless
pressure. Gripping her hips he pushed firmly, a loud
cry as he entered her. Her cunt was stretched wide as
he continued pushing into her, gradually filling her as
she moaned continually, giving a loud cry as she was
fully impaled.
Dawn pulled the zipper of my trousers down, and then
reached in, freeing my cock which was fully erect as I
viewed the erotic scene of my wife now being fucked by
this black stud. He continued thrusting into her, my
wife crying out continuously, her stocking clad legs
folding over his till she gave an even louder cry, her
body stiffening, and then shaking with the power of her
orgasm. This triggered him as he held her fully onto
him, his pulsing cock filling her with his semen. Dawn
had been stroking me and I erupted, much to her
delight.
He lay on her for some time, finally moving off my
trembling wife, now laying there with her vagina open
and wet. Then I said to Dawn “we never even thought of
him wearing a condom.” She replied that he would never
wear one.
It had been unbelievably erotic and primitive watching
this black man servicing my wife. We had crossed a
boundary-where would we go from here? Dawn helped my
wife dress, and we left.
We said little on the way home, till finally Karen
said, “I can’t believe what we just did. It was so
erotic, I never imagined that I would have so powerful
an orgasm, and you were excited also watching him
taking me, doing it to me.” We were both shaken by this
experience. That was the beginning of a sexual odyssey.
They knew they had control and they used it.
Dawn would ask my wife to come over, and Mark would be
ready to service her, taking her in different
positions, and filling her with his sperm again and
again. It was like an opiate. It didn’t stop. Another
time I watched him fucking her on her hands and knees,
watched that huge cock penetrating her, filling her,
thrusting into her as he held her hips steady, her
breasts bouncing as he screwed her. It seemed that was
his favorite position, Karen submitting to him on her
hands and knees.
It wasn’t long before it was taken to another level.
Dawn again talked to us about the Mandingo Club, saying
it would be a great experience. She told me again about
Sally, the woman who arranged these unique experiences.
She was very discreet, and she had a stable of studs
who love to perform on white women. These men were
carefully screened-they were attractive, intelligent,
discreet, and another criteria was that they were all
well endowed.
Dawn said these men do not charge-they just enjoy the
experience of having sex with white women, especially
attractive ones, and they prefer married women who were
not likely to talk about their liaisons. They operated
under a mantra, and it was to make sure that the woman
received pleasure, and that their enjoyment was
secondary.
Also, they don’t mind if the husband is present. They
really enjoy servicing a wife while the husband
observes the action, seeing well endowed black men
sticking it to his wife. They think it is a humbling
experience for the husband, and they get an extra kick
out of that.
Dawn said there is one other important thing, and that
is they won’t take on any unattractive females, or ones
who are over forty. Remember, they are doing it for
free, just for the fun of working on a lovely wife. But
the woman who arranges it is not free-she gets a hefty
amount from your husband for arranging these meetings.
“We would have to submit pictures of you as well as
proof of age to the arranger before she will agree to
set it up. However, in your case, when she sees how
beautiful you are, you will get the best in her stable,
and you also fit their age criteria, so you wouldn’t
have to submit proof of age. Come to think of it, I
have two or three pictures of you that Mark took, so
you wouldn’t have to bring over any pictures. What do
you think? Do you want to proceed? Up to show time you
could back out.”
We looked at each other, and I said, “I’m not sure. We
will have to talk it over.”
We left it that way, and in the ensuing days we
discussed it several times. We were undecided, but Dawn
had said they had good safeguards in place, so nothing
would come back on us. Finally, one evening, glowing
from our wine, we agreed to try it once, and before we
lost our courage we told Dawn to set it up.
Dawn went ahead; talked to Sally, showed her pictures
of Karen which delighted her. She said my wife would be
entertained by the best of her people. Dawn said
normally there would be either two men or three men,
but never more than three, because three studs like she
provided were about all that a wife could take. She
also said these discreet meetings took place at Sally’s
large home in the suburbs. The amount of money agreed
upon was paid, and the date was set.
Finally the day arrived-Karen dressed in her most
attractive sheer lingerie. She wore her usual garter
belt and sheer stockings, then matching panties and
bra, a full slip, and a clinging white dress that came
just above her knees. She looked gorgeous.
We were both nervous, and had a couple of drinks to
relax us before Dawn arrived to pick us up. Dawn said
“just relax, you’ll be fine.”
When we arrived we were shown into a large, very lovely
home and asked to sit till Sally was free. In the
meantime we were offered a drink which we drank rather
quickly. Finally we met Sally who looked at my wife
appreciatively and said, “The pictures didn’t do you
justice. You are quite lovely, by far the best that has
crossed this threshold. The guys will be delighted.”
At this point I asked Sally if they would be wearing
condoms. Sally just smiled and said they never wear
condoms, and they wouldn’t agree to participate if we
insisted on condoms, so we had no choice.
She led us to a large room, and when we entered we saw
three very large black men. Karen gasped and I think
she almost chickened out, but the drinks we consumed
kept us in place. First name introductions were done,
the
men looking at my wife appreciatively, smiling at
her. Then one looked at me and said you must be her
husband.
They took the initiative, advancing on her, hugging
her, beginning to caress her. She was surrounded; one
lowered the zipper on her dress till it fell open, and
then pulled it over her hips till it fell on the floor.
There
eyes were wide and they were smiling, actually
leering as she stood there in her sheer underwear.
They wasted no time before they removed her slip, my
wife now trembling and flushed as they proceeded. Next
her bra was removed, her beautiful breasts revealed to
them. They took some time admiring her before sliding
her panties down and off. Now she stood before them in
only her stockings and garter belt, looking incredibly
erotic.
They placed my whimpering wife on the large bed; then
the three of them began working on her, caressing her
breasts, stroking her body, fingers on her thighs,
which they began to press open, exposing her vagina,
surrounded by brownish hair. Her eyes were wide and she
began moaning as they separated her thighs more, her
vaginal lips now moist and gaping slightly. Now fingers
there, stroking the wet lips till she was groaning, her
thighs falling open more. This scene, six hands working
on my compliant wife, her beautiful naked body
surrendering to these black studs was so erotic. The
tension in the room was palpable.
She was helpless, she was trembling and aroused, she
was wet and open, and she was ready. The smiling men
stripped, preparing to provide an experience that this
lovely wife would not soon forget. The three black men
now stood naked with cocks that were very large and
very thick. Sally had said they were well endowed, but
that was an understatement.
I was amazed, wondering if she could take these cocks,
and I was soon going to find out as the first one
smiled at me as he moved between her legs, mounting
her, directing the bulbous head of his cock against her
labia, moistening it. He began to push, beginning to
open her, my wife groaning as he increased the
pressure, stretching her, then crying out as she was
entered. Her cunt was stretched tightly around his cock
as he began advancing into her, his cock gradually
disappearing till she was filled. Her legs had lifted
and spread more to ease the pressure of his entry.
He now began slowly and powerfully working away between
her legs, thrusting into her till she cried out,
shaking with her climax, her legs clutching him. Soon
he emptied his cock into her. The other two were fully
erect as they watched the action, and when the first
one got up he said next and the second one moved
between her legs and entered her.
He began fucking her with an intensity that made her
cry out, “Oh my God!” She was transported to an erotic
plateau, moaning continuously, writhing with another
climax as this one erupted. The third one entered her
stretched cunt easily, soon adding his semen to the
pool. These studs were expert, making sure my wife
climaxed before they ejaculated into her.
The three men sat around her, taking a rest, and it was
soon evident that they intended to have her again. My
smiling perspiring wife was laying there in orgasmic
bliss as she contemplated these smiling black studs who
had brought her to a sexual level she didn’t know was
possible, and now she waited to see what else these
black men could do to a white women.
Both Dawn and Sally were aroused by this scene. I said,
“I didn’t know they would want a second turn. I don’t
think she can take them all again.”
Sally said, “Oh, I think she can and will. It isn’t
often they have a wife as beautiful as yours, and they
are going to make the most of it. When you two came
into this room you gave up sexual control to these men.
Your wife and you entered into this erotic adventure
willingly, wanting the sexual high that these men could
provide. Your wife’s very helplessness, giving herself,
surrendering her body to them, to do whatever they want
to her, this is what makes this experience so
memorable.”
They began caressing and stroking my wife again in
preparation for their next assault. Without speaking
they knew what they were going to do next, and that was
to take her from behind. Karen was protesting as they
rolled her over, lifting her so that she was on her
hands and knees at the edge of the bed, pressing her
shoulders down and pushing her thighs open. It was
incredibly erotic seeing her in this position, her
beautiful rounded ass in air and her wet pussy gaping,
some of their juices on her thighs.
One was already fully erect, and as he moved forward to
take her, the other two lay down alongside her,
caressing her hanging breasts, one bringing her head
over to his cock, indicating what he wanted. She
obeyed, taking his cock into her mouth just as the
first one pushed fully into her, her body jerking, a
muffled cry from her. His wet penis was purposely
stroking fully into her as he held her hips steady. He
took much longer this time, but finally he groaned,
pulling her onto him as he came in her.
When he withdrew the one whose cock was in her mouth
moved behind her, now placing it at her stretched and
open red lips, and thrust into her. We watched as it
disappeared into, and we had an excellent view as he
stroked into her, fucking her steadily till he too
erupted, but not before Karen cried out again, her body
shaking as she came.
By this time the third one was ready, as he also had
her using her mouth on him. He took a lot of time with
her, thrusting steadily till finally my wife was
overcome with another climax, her body convulsing,
crying out, crying out louder as she felt him swelling
and throbbing in the depths of her vagina.
As he withdrew from her we saw her wet and gaping
pussy, semen running down her thighs to her stocking
tops. She collapsed on the bed, finally rolling over,
laying there exhausted, her body flushed, her breathing
ragged. It seems they were finally through with her,
and they looked at her, another beautiful white wife
conquered and serviced by these smiling studs, and then
they looked at me, another white husband watching his
wife taken and fucked so well by black men, watching
them perform on her, stretching her cunt to a size that
would take awhile to return to normal.
They had clearly shown what a trio of well-endowed
black men could do to a beautiful white wife who
submitted her body to them, enjoying her submission,
and enjoying cuckolding another complacent husband.
Dawn helped dress my exhausted wife, and as we left
Sally said, “I hope you’ll come back again. I won’t
have any trouble supplying you with more of the best.”
On the way back Dawn said, “It doesn’t get any better
than that!” And I thought it can’t get any more erotic
then that. It was the most overpowering experience of
my life, and I knew it was the same with Karen. We were
living on the edge. Arriving home I got my wife
undressed, and she just fell into bed, too tired to
shower. She was awash with semen, but she insisted on
waiting till morning to bathe.
The next day we talked about the experience, and we
both felt we had gone as far into the sexual unknown as
we could. Looking at her I could see that she was
reliving the experience, and I was also, the image of
those black cocks filling her pussy, fucking her so
powerfully, filling her with semen was indelibly etched
in my mind.
What that episode did was to greatly improve our sex
life, but we felt that emotionally it was so
overwhelming that we decided not to repeat the
experience. It was our last walk on the wild side.