ANGELA'S FIRST BIG COCK
Last winter, my wife and I took a vacation to the Bahamas for two weeks. We stayed in a large high-class and expensive resort, to escape the winter weather. We had planned the trip for a long time and knew it was going to be special, just didn't know how special. We were soon to find out.
Angela is thirty-three, five foot seven, with short, straight dirty- blonde hair. Her ****** is naturally thin and she is as well. Her breasts are small, which is just the way I like them. We've been married for ten years and while I would consider our sex life exciting and satisfying, we've never dreamed about having other people join us in bed. That was, at least, until our trip to the Bahamas
We were lounging by the pool when we met James. We were sipping large cocktails, relaxing and enjoying the sun. James, a handsome, black man, was in the water swimming laps with a number of other people. At that point, we weren't paying any special attention to him or anyone else. It was only the sun and the daiquiris that held our interest. I'm sure James wasn't paying any mind to us either. He was swimming from the side closest to us to the far side and back, repeating his lap over and over. All we were was another lounging couple. Then he got out of the pool on our side, right in front of us, and we could see him more clearly. His body was taut; I don't think there was an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His stomach was a washboard, his arms and legs thick and muscular. He was wearing a tiny pair of swimming trunks that left nothing to the imagination: there was no question that James had a huge cock. I looked at him enviously. He had the kind of body that all men would kill for. Then I turned to look at Angela. She had a dumbfounded look on her face, staring open-mouthed at James as he grabbed a towel and began to dry off. I nudged my wife with my foot, telling her not to stare. She abruptly turned towards me, embarrassed that I caught her looking.
James proceeded to dry off and was rubbing the towel against his head as he began walking along the side of the pool. He got near us, stubbed his toe against the patio table holding Angela's drink and fell onto her chair. Angela screamed in shock as James tried to get up, and off, my wife. He apologized for not watching where he was going and we told him that it was OK. We introduced ourselves and, knowing that Angela couldn't keep her eyes of the large bulge in James's swimsuit, asked him to join us for drinks there by the pool. He agreed, sat down with us, and we began talking. We found out that his room at the resort was in the same section as ours; that he was an investment banker from Washington who made the trip out to the Islands on a regular basis. He seemed impressed that we'd come all the way from London.
We talked for about an hour before James said that he should go in and get ready for dinner. We got up and invited him to dine with us. Since he was at the resort alone, he readily agreed. Angela and I got back to our room. As soon as the door closed behind us, she was all over me. She attacked like a hungry sexual predator. We fucked quickly; Angela couldn't reach her orgasm fast enough. She was on top, thrusting herself against my erection when we both came.
We started getting dressed for dinner, and I teased Angela about James's huge, black cock. At first she denied having any interest in it, but soon she was laughing with me. She agreed that it certainly appeared huge. She told me that she'd never seen one that big before and wondered if it would fit. I could tell that, deep down, there was a part of her that really wanted to find out. I told her that maybe she'd find out. When I said that, she just looked at me with a strange expression on her face. I told her that you never know what might happen, that anything was possible.
You see, the more I thought about it, the more consumed I was with the idea of watching my wife fuck this almost-stranger with the big dick. I don't know why I found it so arousing. I just did, and was determined to make it happen.
We shared an enjoyable dinner afterwards, James didn't object when I invited him back to our room to share a bottle of champagne and watch the sunset.
We got back to our room and I put some music on while calling room service to send up a bucket of champagne. It arrived and the three of us walked out onto the balcony to watch the sunset. It was beautiful and rapid. I don't think I've ever seen the sun set so quickly. But before long it was dim outside and we walked back into the room. Angela was pretty tipsy; she gets very talkative and friendly when she drinks. We sat around the room, Angela and James on the couch, I on a chair. James had his arm around my wife. He looked at me, inquiringly. Neither he nor I had as much to drink as Angela. He knew we were coming on to him. He knew I wanted him to do my wife. His look at me was just to confirm that it was all right, that I really wouldn't mind. I just nodded once. His hand began caressing Angela's shoulder and, cooing, she settled her weight against him. Our talk turned sexual and his hand moved lower on Angela's chest. He was caressing her breast through her black dress. I watched her responding to his touch, knowing that under her dress, she wasn't wearing panties, and she was getting very wet indeed. My own cock was hardening, straining against the restrictive fabric of my suit pants.
It grew darker in the room as Angela's hand snaked down between James's thighs, searching for his cock. She gasped when she felt it and called out softly: "Tom," she said to me. "He's huge." The next thing I knew I was sitting on the chair with my dick in my hand as Angela and James were naked on the bed. Angela was right, he was huge: his cock was at least three inches longer than mine and noticeably fatter. My wife lay on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. James moved between Angela's muscular legs. She raised up her knees as he placed his cock at the tip of her pussy, making more room for him.
Slowly he slid it into her, inch after inch. He finally got it all the way in and Angela groaned loudly, saying that she'd never felt so full in her entire life. I watched as James began slowly fucking my wife, sliding that large, black cock fully inside her on every thrust. Every time he hit bottom, Angela would moan. She was having orgasm after orgasm on his large muscular cock. Then James began to move faster, fucking my wife with long hard strokes. Angela arched her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he began pounding into her. Thrust after thrust of that large cock into her tiny pussy.
Angela had no problem taking him; every inch of his cock was devoured by her hungry pussy. I watched, masturbating myself to the tempo of their wild fucking on the bed. I felt that James was close to coming, and when he grunted and pushed himself all the way into my wife, shooting his load, I came all over my hand.
James withdrew, sat on the edge of the bed. My lovely wife did something she always refused to do to me. She leaned into his lap and began licking and cleaning James's big black cock like a good little girl. My wife had become a Big Black Cock Slut.
He kissed Angela and began gathering his clothes, saying that he had to get ready for his flight in the morning. Angela could barely move, let alone talk. I thanked James for a memorable evening and showed him to the door.
I walked back to the bed, seeing my wife's pussy still open and the large wet stain on the bed. I got between her and began licking her sloppy cunt. I felt her hands on the top and my head and she began pushing her well used pussy into my face. Her thighs tightened around the sides and my head and she screamed out loud and flooded my mouth with their juices. I crawled up next to her, kissing her sweaty forehead before she fell asleep. What a night!
Last winter, my wife and I took a vacation to the Bahamas for two weeks. We stayed in a large high-class and expensive resort, to escape the winter weather. We had planned the trip for a long time and knew it was going to be special, just didn't know how special. We were soon to find out.
Angela is thirty-three, five foot seven, with short, straight dirty- blonde hair. Her ****** is naturally thin and she is as well. Her breasts are small, which is just the way I like them. We've been married for ten years and while I would consider our sex life exciting and satisfying, we've never dreamed about having other people join us in bed. That was, at least, until our trip to the Bahamas
We were lounging by the pool when we met James. We were sipping large cocktails, relaxing and enjoying the sun. James, a handsome, black man, was in the water swimming laps with a number of other people. At that point, we weren't paying any special attention to him or anyone else. It was only the sun and the daiquiris that held our interest. I'm sure James wasn't paying any mind to us either. He was swimming from the side closest to us to the far side and back, repeating his lap over and over. All we were was another lounging couple. Then he got out of the pool on our side, right in front of us, and we could see him more clearly. His body was taut; I don't think there was an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His stomach was a washboard, his arms and legs thick and muscular. He was wearing a tiny pair of swimming trunks that left nothing to the imagination: there was no question that James had a huge cock. I looked at him enviously. He had the kind of body that all men would kill for. Then I turned to look at Angela. She had a dumbfounded look on her face, staring open-mouthed at James as he grabbed a towel and began to dry off. I nudged my wife with my foot, telling her not to stare. She abruptly turned towards me, embarrassed that I caught her looking.
James proceeded to dry off and was rubbing the towel against his head as he began walking along the side of the pool. He got near us, stubbed his toe against the patio table holding Angela's drink and fell onto her chair. Angela screamed in shock as James tried to get up, and off, my wife. He apologized for not watching where he was going and we told him that it was OK. We introduced ourselves and, knowing that Angela couldn't keep her eyes of the large bulge in James's swimsuit, asked him to join us for drinks there by the pool. He agreed, sat down with us, and we began talking. We found out that his room at the resort was in the same section as ours; that he was an investment banker from Washington who made the trip out to the Islands on a regular basis. He seemed impressed that we'd come all the way from London.
We talked for about an hour before James said that he should go in and get ready for dinner. We got up and invited him to dine with us. Since he was at the resort alone, he readily agreed. Angela and I got back to our room. As soon as the door closed behind us, she was all over me. She attacked like a hungry sexual predator. We fucked quickly; Angela couldn't reach her orgasm fast enough. She was on top, thrusting herself against my erection when we both came.
We started getting dressed for dinner, and I teased Angela about James's huge, black cock. At first she denied having any interest in it, but soon she was laughing with me. She agreed that it certainly appeared huge. She told me that she'd never seen one that big before and wondered if it would fit. I could tell that, deep down, there was a part of her that really wanted to find out. I told her that maybe she'd find out. When I said that, she just looked at me with a strange expression on her face. I told her that you never know what might happen, that anything was possible.
You see, the more I thought about it, the more consumed I was with the idea of watching my wife fuck this almost-stranger with the big dick. I don't know why I found it so arousing. I just did, and was determined to make it happen.
We shared an enjoyable dinner afterwards, James didn't object when I invited him back to our room to share a bottle of champagne and watch the sunset.
We got back to our room and I put some music on while calling room service to send up a bucket of champagne. It arrived and the three of us walked out onto the balcony to watch the sunset. It was beautiful and rapid. I don't think I've ever seen the sun set so quickly. But before long it was dim outside and we walked back into the room. Angela was pretty tipsy; she gets very talkative and friendly when she drinks. We sat around the room, Angela and James on the couch, I on a chair. James had his arm around my wife. He looked at me, inquiringly. Neither he nor I had as much to drink as Angela. He knew we were coming on to him. He knew I wanted him to do my wife. His look at me was just to confirm that it was all right, that I really wouldn't mind. I just nodded once. His hand began caressing Angela's shoulder and, cooing, she settled her weight against him. Our talk turned sexual and his hand moved lower on Angela's chest. He was caressing her breast through her black dress. I watched her responding to his touch, knowing that under her dress, she wasn't wearing panties, and she was getting very wet indeed. My own cock was hardening, straining against the restrictive fabric of my suit pants.
It grew darker in the room as Angela's hand snaked down between James's thighs, searching for his cock. She gasped when she felt it and called out softly: "Tom," she said to me. "He's huge." The next thing I knew I was sitting on the chair with my dick in my hand as Angela and James were naked on the bed. Angela was right, he was huge: his cock was at least three inches longer than mine and noticeably fatter. My wife lay on her back, spreading her legs invitingly. James moved between Angela's muscular legs. She raised up her knees as he placed his cock at the tip of her pussy, making more room for him.
Slowly he slid it into her, inch after inch. He finally got it all the way in and Angela groaned loudly, saying that she'd never felt so full in her entire life. I watched as James began slowly fucking my wife, sliding that large, black cock fully inside her on every thrust. Every time he hit bottom, Angela would moan. She was having orgasm after orgasm on his large muscular cock. Then James began to move faster, fucking my wife with long hard strokes. Angela arched her body, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he began pounding into her. Thrust after thrust of that large cock into her tiny pussy.
Angela had no problem taking him; every inch of his cock was devoured by her hungry pussy. I watched, masturbating myself to the tempo of their wild fucking on the bed. I felt that James was close to coming, and when he grunted and pushed himself all the way into my wife, shooting his load, I came all over my hand.
James withdrew, sat on the edge of the bed. My lovely wife did something she always refused to do to me. She leaned into his lap and began licking and cleaning James's big black cock like a good little girl. My wife had become a Big Black Cock Slut.
He kissed Angela and began gathering his clothes, saying that he had to get ready for his flight in the morning. Angela could barely move, let alone talk. I thanked James for a memorable evening and showed him to the door.
I walked back to the bed, seeing my wife's pussy still open and the large wet stain on the bed. I got between her and began licking her sloppy cunt. I felt her hands on the top and my head and she began pushing her well used pussy into my face. Her thighs tightened around the sides and my head and she screamed out loud and flooded my mouth with their juices. I crawled up next to her, kissing her sweaty forehead before she fell asleep. What a night!
