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Wife's interracial adventure - a true story o

... that.....but...” My turn to pause. “One condition” “Yes?” She pouted a little in that certain way of hers when she wanted something from me. Normally a new dress or a handbag. “I’d like to be present as well. I don’t want to hear about it after the event. I want to watch you being pleasured. That would be a turn on for me”. “Just come out and say it” She said. “You want to watch getting properly fucked by a black guy. A guy with a lovely body and an adorable cock. You want to watch me ride him; you want to look into my eyes as he makes me cum, you want to watch me take his seed into my mouth”. “Yep” The words spilled out. “That’s basically it”. After that it all fell into place very quickly. A few more texts and a date the following afternoon at our house was set up. The timing was ideal as the k**s were staying away at the in-laws for the week and me and Jo had the evening to talk about scenarios and work each other up into a state of sexual frenzy. Strangely though although she was hugely turned on (her pussy was literally dripping just talking about was she wanted to do) she didn’t want to fuck me. She said she was saving herself for Ash. At seven, early the next evening the doorbell rang. Jo had spent most of the afternoon bathing and generally preening. She was wearing perfectly fitting silk underwear, and hold-ups beneath a short red dress. Her straight long blonde hair had been styled that morning and she looked stunning; a personification of beauty and elegance. “Hey ...

... guys how’s it going?” Ash said I opened the door, looking relaxed as if this were the kind of thing he did every day. He was casually dressed in jeans, t-shirt and track-top - straight from the gym no doubt. He shook hands with me, smiling disarmingly and I ushered him in to the lounge where Jo kissed him delicately on each cheek and sat down next to him on our new leather sofa. I took drinks orders like a good host and wandered off to the kitchen in search of a cold beer and a glass of prosecco. By the time I came back with the glasses on a tray, things had moved along considerably. The two of them were standing, locked in a fierce embrace, Ash already without his t-shirt and with the first couple of buttons on his jeans undone. I was struck my Ash’s toned muscular body, his dark skin contrasting against Jo’s pale English skin as they stood together, her hands running across his torso, his hands cupping and stroking her size-C breasts. They didn’t notice me for a minute of two and then Jo broke off for a second. ““Hey, honey. Want to see what I’ve been getting up to with my personal trainer?” Ash laughed as she finished the job of unbuttoning him and then my wife sank to her knees on the carpet. She slowly eased down his jeans and pulled his stiffening cock out of his tight trunks. It wasn’t an enormous cock, maybe eight or nine inches long, but it was probably an inch or so longer than mine and wider too by the look of it. The dark ebony shaft was already very hard and the ...