My Wife's First Time (MF, Bi-Racial)

My Wife’s First Time

Julie and I have been married for 11 years.  This is the story of her
first sexual experience with a black man.  (Julie and I are both white.)

By way of background, I should tell you that Julie is 32.  She’s about
5-6 with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes.  She’s definitely
not the skinny model type.  She weighs about 140, and has a round,
slightly plump ass (probably her best feature) and a slightly rounded
tummy.  Her breasts are 38C’s.  They sag slightly when she’s standing,
but when she lays down they part to each side and form beautiful full
mounds.  I guess she meets the classic definition of "voluptuous".  Her
aereolas are a medium shade of brown, and, since our child was born 4
years ago are much larger in diameter than they used to be.  I would say
they are about the size of half dollars.  Likewise, since she gave birth
her nipples are much more prominent than they used to be too, and stick
out a good half inch when sucked, or when she is fully aroused.

I will bore you with more background, in part because I hope this is
only my first story about Julie, and I hope this information will help
you to know and understand her better.  Our sex life is pretty routine
after all these years.  Once or twice a week if I’m lucky.  She will
sometimes give me some brief head as part of foreplay, but almost never
sucks me to climax anymore.  Once or twice in the first couple of years
of our marriage, she let me fuck her in the ass.  However, in the past
few years she has adamantly refused it each time I suggested it.  On the
other hand, she very much likes ass play.  For some reason, she doesn’t
seem to enjoy me eating her pussy much, but she loves to have me eat her
ass!  One of my favorite things is to lay her on her stomach with a
pillow under her hips so her plump ass is slightly elevated.  I love to
eat and rim her ass with my tongue until she squirms with delight!
These sessions usually end up with me finger fucking her pussy with two
fingers while I eat her ass, and during these sessions her pussy is at
its absolute wettest!  In fact, it’s sopping wet!

Even if we haven’t engaged in any ass play as part of our foreplay, it
often becomes part of the main event.  Doggy style seems to be her
favorite position.  She likes her pussy fucked hard and deep when in
this position.  Quite often, after I’ve been going at it a little while,
she will drop a little hint:  "You can play with my asshole if you
like."  This is my cue to lubricate my index finger or thumb, and slowly
work it up her shitter while I’m still fucking her pussy from behind.  I
love to make her cum this way, feeling her tight anus as it spasms
around my finger.

The only other thing about our love making that is the least bit
provocative is our fantasy talk.  She almost never initiates it or takes
much of an active role, but she will humor me.  For example, when I’m
fucking her from behind I might say "Don’t you wish this was a big black
cock fucking your tight pussy?"  She will play along and say something
like "Oh yeah baby, I need a big black stud to fuck me good!"  I always
assumed she knew this kind of talk got me off, but that she got little
or no enjoyment out of it herself.  I certainly never thought it was
indicative of any real fantasies of hers.  But, this leads me to the
"meat" of this story.

I was attending a sales meeting in New Orleans.  Julie came along so we
could make a long weekend of it and do some sightseeing.  One night we
made the rounds down Bourbon Street.  Julie rarely drinks more than a
single glass of wine a night, but the festive atmosphere took its toll
and she finished off several daiquiris before we headed back to the
hotel. .  We were both fairly smashed.  I wanted to go up to our room
and crash, but Julie insisted on stopping at the hotel bar to dance.
They had a rather large dance floor, and a DJ was spinning your typical
club dance music.  He happened to put on a slow song right as we walked
in, and Julie and I had one dance.  When the DJ switched back to faster
tunes, I headed for a table.  I was fairly buzzed, and was in no mood
for a much exercise.  However, Julie didn’t seem to want to take no for
an answer, and kept pulling me by the hand, trying to make me get up and
reenter the dance floor.

No sooner had she sat down and started to pout, than a black gentleman
from the bar approached our table.  He was clean cut, and I’m guessing
in his mid-twenties.

"Hey man, I’ll dance with her if you don’t want to," he offered.

"Please," I said, "anything to get her off my back."

He took her by the hand and led her out onto the crowded dance floor.  I
never thought Julie was an especially accomplished dancer, but his moves
made her look pretty good, complete with twirls and everything.  They
both rejoined me at my table after their first dance.  Somewhat to my
surprise, Julie ordered another drink.  We made the introductions and
engaged in some small talk over the din of the dance music.  His name
was Eric.  He lived in New Orleans, and worked as a fire fighter.  I
would say he was about 6-2.  He had a quite a dark complexion, brown
eyes, and very closely cut hair.  He was well built, and I gathered he
spent some time with the weights at the firehouse.  After a few minutes
a popular dance number began to play.  Julie looked at me and said "Want
to give it a try?"  "No thanks," I answered.  Eric looked at me and
raised his eyebrows, and I motioned to the dance floor to express my
approval.

I watched them for a while as I finished my beer.  I headed to the
bathroom, and when I returned, a slow song was playing.  As I sat down I
noticed that they were still on the floor together.  I must admit, I
felt a slight twinge of jealousy as I saw how closely Eric was holding
her.  However, my not so secret fantasy got the best of me, and I felt a
tingle in my groin as I took the opportunity to imagine them doing more
than just dancing.  My fantasy was fueled when I saw Julie lay her head
on his shoulder, prompting Eric to pull her even closer.  They seemed
lost in their own world, much like two young lovers.  As they slowly
turned on the dance floor, I saw Eric’s hands caress her up and down
Julie’s back.  As they turned further, I saw Julie’s hands buried in the
back pockets of Eric’s Levis!  I couldn’t believe she had her hands on
his ass!  The next thing I knew, Eric was squeezing Julie’s ass cheeks
through the thin gauze of her dress!  It was about this time that Julie
returned to earth and noticed me gawking at them.  I could tell she was
embarrassed.  She broke away from Eric just as the song was ending and
headed directly for the bathroom herself.

Eric returned to our table and took a seat.  "That’s a fine woman you
got there," he said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Sorry if I got a little carried away," he said tenatively.

"No problem.  She’s a little high, and I guess its kind of a thrill
being in a strange city and all that," I replied.

I shocked myself with what I said next:  "I wouldn’t care if you went a
little further, frankly."

Eric studied me with a surprised expression for a minute.  "You’re
kidding, right?"

"Nope."

"What do you mean by ‘a little further?’" he asked.

"Use your imagination," I replied.  "All I ask is that nothing happens
without me there."

"Wow, you’re one freaky dud!"  Eric said as he shook his head.

About this time Julie returned to the table, and Eric excused himself to
go to the bathroom.  Julie offered a meek apology:  "Look, I’m sorry, I
don’t know what came over me."

"Don’t worry about it," I assured her.  "This is a party town, we’re a
little buzzed, and no one knows us here.  I think you deserve to have a
little fun.  Enjoy yourself as much as you want- just promise you’ll
always come back to me."  Julie looked at me as if I were crazy.

When Eric returned to the table I ordered another round of drinks.  We
made some more small talk, and I could tell Julie was a little nervous.
Eric seemed quite calm and collected though.  When another slow song
began to play, Eric asked Julie to dance again.  She sheepishly refused,
in spite of my urgings.

Julie sat to my left, and Eric sat directly across from me at the small,
high bar table.  Julie was gulping her drink nervously, when I saw her
eyes widen.  From the angle of Eric’s arm, I could tell he had moved his
hand over to rest it on her thigh.  I suspect Julie was torn between
wanting to stop him, and wanting to keep from making a scene.  She must
have thought I would fly into a rage if I knew his hand was on her
thigh.  She didn’t realize I already knew, and she sure didn’t know I
was getting a hard on!

Just then, I noticed I could catch their reflection in the mirrored tile
on the wall beside us.  I stole a glance and saw that Eric was slowly
caressing her thigh on top of her sheer dress.  The next time I looked,
he had slipped his hand under her hem line, which fell just above her
knee.  He was now caressing her bare leg!  To my surprise, her hand was
resting on top of his!  Was she trying to stop him, or encourage him?  I
got my answer when I saw her part her legs slightly to give him better
access!  His hand moved between her legs, and disappeared beneath her
dress!  My dick was straining against my jeans as I realized this black
man had his hand on my wife’s crotch, or at least was in the close
vicinity!

In a few moments, another slow song began to play, and my wife
accompanied Eric onto the dance floor with no resistance this time.
They danced slowly, closely.  His big black hands massaged her ass
through her sheer dress.  She had to know I was watching, but she
intentionally avoided looking in my direction.  In fact, she closed her
eyes and buried her head into his neck once again, resting her hands on
his ass as they slowly turned to the music.  I saw her lift her head and
look into his eyes for a moment, then return her head to nuzzle his neck
again.  Then, she looked in his eyes again, for several moments, until
they moved toward each other and exchanged a quick kiss.  More gazing
into each other’s eyes . . . then their mouths joined in a passionate
kiss that lasted for several moments!

Call me a nut case if you like.  I should have been enraged, but instead
I thought I was going to cum in my pants!  They continued to make out
through most of the next song, then talked for a minute or two on the
dance floor.  Once again, Eric headed for the restroom, and Julie
returned to the table.  "Having fun?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied, "are you?"

"So far," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Baby," I said, "please believe me when I tell you I would be happy to
let you fuck Eric if you want to.  Just let me watch."

I expected a shocked reaction from Julie, but she just giggled like a
school girl.  Just then, Eric rejoined us.  They whispered back and
forth for a minute.  Then Eric said "Hey man, what do you say we head up
to your room?"

I couldn’t believe it!  Was it actually going to happen?  I ordered a
couple of beers to go, closed our tab, and we made our way out of the
bar.  Not a word was spoken on the elevator.  Eric stood directly behind
Julie and she backed up to press her ass against him.  I imagined his
big black dick was nestled in the crack of her ass, separated only by
the thin layer of their clothing.  When we got to our room, Julie went
into the bathroom to freshen up.  I could hear water running, and I
deduced she was taking a shower.

"You sure you’re OK with this?" Eric asked.

"Absolutely," I said.

"All right, but I’m no faggot man.  You watch, but keep you hands to
yourself."

"No problem," I replied.  "Can I touch Julie?"

"No, man, I work solo.  You gotta stay out of my way.  OK?"

"Agreed," I said.

Eric and I sat in the only two chairs in the room.  I found some soft
core porn on the hotel TV to set the mood and help us pass the time.
After a few minutes, Julie came out of the bathroom.  Her hair was wet.
She was wearing a long tee-shirt that she uses for a sleeper.  As she
passed by me, I caught a wiff of that fresh, clean "just showered"
smell.  Although the tee-shirt was oversized, her big breasts stretched
it slightly.  Her prominent nipples were clearly visible, poking against
the cotton fabric.  The shirt also hugged her plump ass nicely, and I
studied its outline through the fabric searching for panty lines.  I
could detect none.

Julie plopped down on the king sized bed.  "Naughty naughty," she said
teasingly after noticing the porn on the TV.  She was sitting up against
the headboard, and her tee-shirt rode up about midway between her knees
and crotch.  Eric alternated between watching the porn, and eyeing Julie
hungrily.  They had been pretty bold on the dance floor, but now I could
sense they were both a little nervous.  I figured I had to do something
to break the ice.

"Why don’t you move over there so you can see the TV better," I said to
Eric, gesturing to the bed.  Silently, he sat down beside Julie, leaning
against the headboard.  I positioned my chair midway between the head of
the bed and the TV, so that my back was to Julie and Eric.  I
deliberately fixated myself on the TV, hoping to give them some sense of
privacy.  The TV volume was turned low, and after a few minutes, I was
sure I detected some heavy breathing.  Still, however, I resisted the
urge to turn around, afraid that I would discourage them.  After a while
longer, I detected the faint smacking sound of a kiss.

I stole a quick glance.  Eric had one arm around Julie.  His other hand
was massaging her breast through the thin tee-shirt.  They were locked
in a passionate kiss, their heads turned such that they could not easily
see me.  I watched more intently.  His big black hand kneaded her breast
more aggressively, causing a faint moan to escape from deep inside
Julie.  His hand moved down to her leg and began to work its way up,
inching her shirt up as he went.  Julie let out a gasp, and I knew he
had found her clit.  I imagined it must be soaking wet at this point.
For a couple of minutes, Eric finger fucked my wife while they necked
like teenagers.

Finally, they broke their embrace.  Eric stood up.  It was evident to
both of them that I was watching now, but they didn’t care any longer.
Eric began to work his jeans down, and without being prompted, Julie
pulled the tee-shirt up and over her head, tossing it into the corner of
the hotel room.  As she settled back on her elbows, naked, her soft,
round breasts lay lusciously on her chest.  Her nipples were erect, and
her large, dark aereolas were dimpled.  She shifted her position and her
legs parted slightly, giving me a view of her closely trimmed snatch.
She was so wet, she actually glistened from the dim light of the lamp
across the room!  Her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply, the lust
showing on her face.

I turned my attention back to Eric  He was naked except for his boxers,
and he was now lowering them to the floor.  His cock sprang free, semi
hard, hanging at about a 45 degree angle to the floor.  He was obviously
uncircumcised.  That was not the only difference between his cock and
mine.  I measure in at barely 6 inches.  Even in his semi-hard state it
was obvious that he was going to top out at about 8 or 9 inches!  He was
thicker than me too.  Julie and I were both virgins when we started
dating.  I marveled at the contrast between my cock and his-- what was
destined to be only the second cock to invade her cunt her her
lifetime.  Eric was in much better shape than I.  His arms were
muscular, and his pecs were hard and well defined.  His abs were hard
and rippled.  Whereas I have a hairy chest, he was smooth.  Muscles in
his legs and ass rippled as he strode over to the bed.  I don’t know if
he was slightly sweaty or what, but his deep ebony skin glistened in the
lamplight.

As he lay beside my wife, she lowered herself to lie flat on the bed.
Eric lay beside her and moved down to take one of her soft breasts into
his mouth.  He worked her ample titty with both hands as he suckled at
her nipple.  He devoured her for several minutes, first one tit, then
the other.  All the while, Julie had one hand on his head, pulling her
toward her bosom, and the other hand between her own milky thighs,
playing with her wet pussy.  When he finally had his fill, both her
boobs were slightly red from his rough attention, and her nipples were
hard and wet.

Eric rolled over onto his back, his black prick now fully hard.  His
balls were bigger than mine, and hung loosely between his legs.  Eric
reached over and placed his hand behind Julie’s neck, pulling her over
to him.  At first I thought he wanted to kiss her again, but instead he
pushed her head down toward his hard member.  Without hesitating , she
took his ebony tool in her hand, only inches from her face, and jacked
it slowly, retracting what little foreskin remained over the head.  His
cock-head looked massive to me.  In both size and color it resembled a
medium sized over-ripe plum.  Without any further coaxing, she bent down
and took him in her mouth.

On the rare occasions when I get head from Julie, it is short lived and
unenthusiastic.  However, she attacked his big black cock with gusto,
bobbing her head up and down, then flicking her tongue up and down the
length of his shaft.  One of her hands held his cock at its base, slowly
milking it while she blew him.  Her other hand fondled his full ball
sack.  My wife shifted her position slightly, and got on her hands and
knees between his legs, to better access the object of her lust.  This
left her pussy and ass exposed to my direct view.  Not only was her
pussy still glistening with moisture, I could actually see a trail of
her juices flowing down one thigh!  Not only that, but her pussy looked
different than I could ever recall seeing it.  Her lips were swollen and
tinted a deep red, and gaped open slightly.  Then it dawned on me--  My
wife was positively in heat for this big black stud!

No one had spoken since they had started necking, and Julie broke the
silence for the first time.  "I want you inside me baby," she said,
looking up into Eric’s eyes.

"Yeah," he replied throatily.  With that, my wife moved up and straddled
Eric, facing him.  She reached back, and took his swollen prick in her
hand.  I saw her rub it up and down her slick, engorged cunt until his
plump cock-head was positioned at her gaping opening.  Once she had it
positioned at her hole, she removed her hand and placed both hands on
his chest, leaning slightly forward.  She moved her ass back and began
to slowly settle her hungry cunt on his long, thick black pole.  She
stopped with him about half way in, and rose up until just his head was
inside her.  Then she began to settle back on his cock a second time.
This time she didn’t stop until he was almost completely buried in her,
and I gathered she had taken all her cunt would accommodate.  Julie
leaned farther down, until one of her large tits was poised over Eric’s
mouth.  He began to suckle her titty again, as Julie began to slowly
undulate her hips, slithering up and down his dark cock.  His black tool
glistened from her lubrication, and in spite of his size, his cock slid
easily in and out of my wife’s hot, wet cunt.

At this point, it dawned on me that no one had thought about a rubber!
Not only was there the risk of disease from this stranger, but Julie had
been off the pill for the past 2 months.  Condoms were our normal method
of birth control now, and we had a pack of them in our luggage only a
few feet away.  I thought, ever so briefly, about speaking up, or
perhaps fetching a condom and handing it to Julie.  However, I was
afraid of breaking the mood, or angering Eric, who had made it clear
earlier that he would tolerate little or no interference from me.  Also,
I am somewhat ashamed to admit that the thought of his naked cock
invading my wife’s unprotected cunt only heightened my arousal.  I did
wonder what had gone through Julie’s mind as she had mounted him—she is
normally scrupulous about applying a condom before my cock comes close
to her cunt.

I noticed a dull ache in the pit of my stomach, and I suddenly realized
that I was suffering from a case of the blue balls!  I had been rock
hard since Julie got out of the shower.  At the risk of offending Eric,
I unbuttoned my jeans and freed my own cock.  I began to slowly stroke
myself as I watched my wife ride her black lover.  His large hands now
reached around and cupped her full ass, kneading her flesh and
occasionally spreading her cheeks wide as his body arched up to thrust
into her.  It seemed as if he was doing most of the thrusting now.
Perhaps she was taking a breather.  I marveled at the contrast.  His
dark hands on her milky white ass, his angry ebony prick plunging deep
into her tight twat.

Finally, she settled down and lay still against him, his cock still deep
in her cunt.  He stopped his fucking motion, as they both rested and
breathed heavily for a moment, her head nestled next to his, just like
on the dance floor earlier in the evening.  Eric’s hands remained busy
however, massaging her ass, and roaming down so his fingers could trace
the outline of her cunt, stretched tightly around his cock.  Then, I saw
Eric take his middle finger, which was moist from her cunt juices, and
place it against her puckered asshole.  His other hand spread her cheeks
to give him better access.

"God, yes!" Julie exclaimed, as Eric worked the tip of his finger into
her anus.  "Fuck me baby, please," she begged.  He began to thrust his
hips up again, fucking her cunt with his man-meat, while fucking her ass
with his finger.

"He’s stumbled on to her secret," I thought, recalling how much she
always liked me to play with her ass when fucking her.

This went on for a few minutes, until Julie finally spoke up again.
"Let’s change up baby."  She climbed off her black lover, and assumed
her favorite position on all fours.  I knew what she wanted.  She wanted
to get fucked by his big prick doggy style, and give him better access
to her ass.  She was facing away from me, but diagonally across the bed,
so I still had a pretty good view of the action.  I was beating my meat
with earnest now, but they were totally oblivious my presence.  I moved
around to get a closer look, just in time to see Eric wielding his cock
in his hand, preparing to enter her pussy yet again.  He slid his fat
cock-head up and down her slit, teasing her for a moment.  She whimpered
and wiggled her ass, trying to help him enter her.  Finally he
positioned his tool to slightly part her pussy lips.  His hands move to
hold her by the hips.  Then, he slowly drove his cock into my wife’s
cunt until all but one or two inches were inside her.

Soon, he began to fuck her in earnest, his big ball sack slapping
against her cunt, her dangling titties swaying to his rhythm.

"Play with my ass, baby," she asked.  He obliged her, stopping only long
enough to scoop up some of her juices to lubricate his finger.  Soon, he
had his middle finger buried in her tight ass, while his massive prick
continued to pound her pussy.  I knew she was in seventh heaven!  Eric
worked his finger in and out of her ass, occasionally adding some juices
from her cunt.  He even dribbled some spit a few times from his mouth,
right onto her puckered hole.  The ease with which he finger was fucking
her ass told me her hole was wet and loose.

"Fuck my ass, lover," Julie said with a horse voice.

"I am baby, I am," Eric replied.

"No, *fuck* my ass," my wife said again.  "Please, I want it bad!"

My mouth literally dropped open in amazement.  For several years now,
she would turn to ice every time I even mentioned anal intercourse, and
here she was begging this black stud to fuck her butt!  She didn’t have
to ask again.  Eric pulled out of her sopping cunt, his dick positively
dripping with her love juices.  He placed his cock-head against her
brown hole and smeared some more juices around.  He tried once or twice
to enter her, but it kept slipping off its mark, in part due to her he
own movements.

"Here, lets try this," she suggested.  Julie pulled a pillow over and
placed it beneath her hips, so that she was laying on her stomach, her
ass slightly elevated.

"Good idea," I thought.  She would be much more stable this way, as
opposed to when she was on her hands and knees in the doggy position.  I
desperately wanted to see his big black cock buried in my wife’s ass,
and for this reason I risked speaking up for the first time.  "Here, try
this," I offered, handing Eric a small tube of hand lotion from my
wife’s luggage.

Without answering, Eric took spread my wife’s cheeks with one hand, and
squirted a blob directly on her anus.  This done, he applied some to his
cock and spread it up and down.  He flipped the cap shut and tossed the
tube aside on the bed.

Julie’s legs were spread apart, and her ass was exposed obscenely,
elevated by the pillow which was now doubled over.  Eric scooted up so
that he was on his knees between her legs. My wife reached backwards and
placed one hand on each of her cheeks, spreading herself wider, offering
her most intimate of places to her black lover.  Eric steadied himself
with one hand on the small of her back.   Once again, he took his prick
his other hand, fully retracted his foreskin, and placed his plumb-like
head against her anus.  His cock-head was mashed against her, flattened
and distorted by the resistance of her tight hole.  He dropped some spit
directly onto the junction of his cock and her anus.  I began to think
it wasn’t going to happen—either he couldn’t get it in her, or she would
cry out in pain and stop him.

Instead, I heard a collective sigh from both of them as the fat head of
his prick slipped into her.  He stopped for a moment, then began to
slowly work himself deeper into my wife’s ass.  Now that his bulbous
head was in her, the smooth shaft seemed to be much easier going.  Eric
took his time, slowly working himself back and forth, each time going a
little deeper.  Finally, after a couple of minutes, he was completely
buried in my wife’s ass, his balls mashed against her pussy, which was
still gaping and oozing from the fucking it had received.

He collapsed on top of her.  He was sweating profusely by now, and he
was out of breath.  They rested like this for a minute, his cock still
buried in her tight ass.  Then he raised back up, and began to fuck my
wife in the ass, ever so slowly.  I was amazed at how his cock
disappeared completely in her ass, balls’ deep, whereas she had been
unable to take his full length in her pussy.

"God, yo ass is so tight and hot," Eric said in a deep voice.

"I love your big black cock in my ass," Julie replied.  "Fuck me harder
baby."

Eric grabbed my wife by the hips and pulled her up into the doggy
position again.  He added a little more spit, then a little more hand
lotion.  He began to fuck her ass again, his tempo gradually increasing
until he was fucking her fast and hard.  Julie was moaning so loud, I
was actually worried about the people in the room next door.  He slowed
his pace, and made long, slow strokes.  Each time he pulled back, I
could see her anus straining against his bulbous head resisting any exit
by his fat cock-head.  Finally, he did pull completely out, and her hole
gaped open for a moment, as if yearning for his invading member, before
it closed back up again.  He took aim and reentered her, but this time
it was much easier than the first time.  He did this several times,
pulling out and reentering.  Julie seemed to enjoy this more than the
actual fucking, and in fact, it was at this point that she came, with
the aid of her fingers, which had been busy between her legs.  She
shuddered and thrashed her head about as she came hard.  Eric impaled
her on the full length of his cock, until her orgasm subsided.

Then, he began to fuck her ass hard and fast again, his nut sack
actually making squishing noises as it slapped against her slimy pussy.
I could sense a tenseness building in his taut muscles as his own climax
approached.  His face strained and contorted as he took one last deep
thrust, and held his prick deep inside my wife’s ass.  He grunted and
closed his eyes as his body began to convulse, and his beautiful black
prick spasmed deep inside my wife, emptying his full nuts into the
depths of her bowels.  They rested for a few moments, then he rolled
off, his spent cock exiting her shitter with an audible "plop."  They
both lay there, breathing heavily, until they fell asleep.

I dozed fitfully in the chair for about an hour.  I was awakened by the
sound of grunting, and found Eric between my wife’s legs, fucking her in
the missionary position.  This time, she seemed sleepy and somewhat
disinterested.  Perhaps she was sobering up, and having second thoughts
about all of this.  In any event, he finished off inside her cunt with
little ceremony, and without giving her another orgasm.

"That was great, y’all," Eric said as he pulled on his clothes.  Julie
didn’t answer.  He bent down and kissed her on her forehead and left.  I
peeled off my clothes and crawled into bed beside her.

"Come on, you need this," she said as she pulled me over between her
legs.  She was right.  I had the worst case of blue balls in the history
of mankind.  I entered her pussy and began to fuck her missionary.  I
was shocked by how slick and loose her cunt was, then I realized that I
was having "sloppy seconds" for the first time in my life.  Rather than
being repulsed, I found myself turned on by the thought, and I quickly
added my jism to Eric’s inside my wife’s well-fucked cunt.

We slept late the next morning.  We didn’t speak of the previous night’s
escapades that day, although Julie did comment once or twice about how
sore she was "down there."  I wasn’t sure if she was talking about her
pussy, ass, or both.

We never even knew Eric’s last name, and never bothered to get his phone
number, so naturally we never saw or spoke with him again.  I had no
lingering jealousy in the days and weeks that followed.  As odd as it
may sound, I think this was a positive experience for both of us that
has enhanced our sex life together.  It also opened up other new vistas
for us, that may be the subject of future stories.