I wanted see my wife win the Dancing with Athletes competition. Mostly I wanted to show off my hot sexy wife. Her lovely twenty six year old body was in fantastic shape as she maintained a rigorous work out schedule.
I worked as a sports trainer at the University and become acquainted with Ramone, the star football player. I knew he and my wife would make an unbeatable duo. When I made the suggestion to Ramone, he was reluctant until I showed him a pic of my wife saved on my cell phone.
My wife wouldn't agree to participate until she met Ramone in person so I invited him to our home.
Ramone and I moved some furniture to clear some space and my wife put on some music. She wore a tight short skirt and a low cut top.
My wife and Ramone were instantly attracted to each other which meant they would make a great dance couple.
I felt a tingle of jealousy as my wife’s attention became directed toward Ramone. Her eyes sparkled. I was concerned when my wife leaned forward and began to grind her sweet ass into him.
“Excuse me, I don’t think this style of dancing is what they have in mind.” I informed.
I noticed an impressive bulge in Ramone’s pants when my wife spun around into his strong arms.
“Dirty dancing won’t be permitted.” I reminded them of the rules.
I was annoyed with Ramone wearing tight pants. His obnoxious bulge was laughable and my wife couldn’t seem to keep from brushing up against him.
Ramone pulled my wife to him and he breathed in her perfumed neck. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her top. Her nipples were poking the thin material causing me to burn with lust. If I didn’t know better, I would have bet Ramone wanted to ravish my married wife right in front of me.
I caught the faint scent of my wife's excitement mixed with her perfume.
Ramone's eyes were fixated on her and seemed to be in a hypnotized state.
I couldn’t contain my lust and I excused myself. I ran to the bathroom to stroke my hard cock and ejaculated with the image of Ramone fucking my wife. I could only imagine what Ramone could do to my my wife’s tight married pussy. I had seen Ramone toweling off in the locker room after a shower and I knew he was hung like a mule.
I finished my business and returned to them. My heart sank to my stomach.
My wife was being held up by his powerful arms. She had wrapped her legs around his waist. He was twirling her around and then he threw her like a rag doll across his shoulders.
My wife was uncontrollably laughing and yelping. “OH MY GOD, YOUR’E AN ANIMAL!”
I decided to put an end to their brazen behavior and turned off the music. “This has to stop, you are not going to dance this way,” I said.
Ramone put my wife down.
My wife adjusted her top. “Connor, what is your problem?”
“I…I don’t think this is proper,” I answered.
She walked to me, her face only inches from my face.“You know what I think?” She poked her finger into my chest. “You can’t handle this so Ramone and I are done. We’re not going to compete.” She plopped herself down on the sofa and pouted.
Ramone stood with his giant bulge running down his left leg. “Sorry man, I didn’t mean for you to be offended. We were just having a bit of fun. You know, letting off some steam.” Ramone shrugged his muscular shoulders and began to button up his shirt covering his muscular chest.
“I…I’m sorry I don’t want you guys to quit,” I said.
My wife sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and her arms folded. She was so disgusted she couldn’t look at me.
I felt like a jealous prick. “It’s my fault for being overly-protective and perhaps I should let you guys practice alone.”
“Under one condition.” My wife said.
“Yes honey,” I answered.
“You get a room at the Comfort Inn for a couple of weeks.” Her foot began to wiggle which indicated her excitement and her devilish smirk had returned.
Ramone’s eyes opened wide.
I gazed at her sexy ankle bracelet then my eyes wondered up her her toned legs.
She stated her terms with a terse voice. “You can come home for dinner, stay for an hour, then Ramone and I will need to get busy. We have a lot of work to do and we’ll be working late into the night.”
"But honey." I tried to think of another solution.
“We can't work with interruptions, right Ramone?” She glared at him.
“Yes, ma’am, it's hard work, really hard work and long hard work.” He had a serious look.
“TWO WEEKS!” I was becoming angry yet didn't want to stand in their way of winning. I knew it was going to be a sacrifice on my part but that's what winning required.
“Two weeks!” She confirmed showing no sign of compromise.
It was the ultimate test of my commitment and trust. “Okay, I’ll get a room,” I answered. I was proud of my unwavering faith in my wife.
“AT A BOY! YOU DA MAN!” Ramone gave me a hard slap between my shoulder blades then we did a high five.
I began to pack while my wife and Ramone enjoyed a glass of wine. I peeked at them and could see Ramone and my wife were getting along very well. I had to admit I was relieved my wife was sitting on the sofa while Ramone sat in the recliner. I knew they were going to make a fantastic dance couple. I heard my wife let out and excited giggle. I peeked again and my wife was leaning over filling her glass. Her breasts were spilling out at the top of her blouse.
I gave my wife a kiss and bid them a good night. I reluctantly walked to the door hoping my wife would change her mind about what was required of me.
“Darling, send me a text tonight when you’re settled into your room.” She wrapped her arms around Ramone’s huge shoulders. “Ready to learn some moves?” She gazed into Ramone’s eyes his hands grasped her waist.
“Don’t let her work you too hard, my wife can be very demanding,” I warned Ramone.
“I’ll do my best,” he answered.
As instructed, I sent my wife a text when I was safe in my room.
“See you tomorrow for dinner, Ramone and I are going to be working hard tonight.”
Once I settled into bed, I scanned the television stations and noticed they offered adult movies. I scanned through all the genres and came across white wives loving big black cocks.
I enjoyed watching a lovely female porn star who reminded me of my wife. She was biting onto the sheets as the black stallion behind her thrusted her so hard she had to brace herself by putting her hand on the headboard. Her breasts swayed wildly until he’d grab them and squeezed. “I’ll fuck you good, slut,” He warned.
A naughty thought occurred to me. The obscene sex acts depicted on my television screen could be happening between Ramone and my wife at this very moment. It was a depraved yet exciting fantasy.
I squeezed lotion into my palm and began to stroke. I watched the woman’s eyes roll back in her head as she was pummeled relentlessly.
“You guys better win Dancing with Stars,” I mumbled. "Just win baby."
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I worked as a sports trainer at the University and become acquainted with Ramone, the star football player. I knew he and my wife would make an unbeatable duo. When I made the suggestion to Ramone, he was reluctant until I showed him a pic of my wife saved on my cell phone.
My wife wouldn't agree to participate until she met Ramone in person so I invited him to our home.
Ramone and I moved some furniture to clear some space and my wife put on some music. She wore a tight short skirt and a low cut top.
My wife and Ramone were instantly attracted to each other which meant they would make a great dance couple.
I felt a tingle of jealousy as my wife’s attention became directed toward Ramone. Her eyes sparkled. I was concerned when my wife leaned forward and began to grind her sweet ass into him.
“Excuse me, I don’t think this style of dancing is what they have in mind.” I informed.
I noticed an impressive bulge in Ramone’s pants when my wife spun around into his strong arms.
“Dirty dancing won’t be permitted.” I reminded them of the rules.
I was annoyed with Ramone wearing tight pants. His obnoxious bulge was laughable and my wife couldn’t seem to keep from brushing up against him.
Ramone pulled my wife to him and he breathed in her perfumed neck. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her top. Her nipples were poking the thin material causing me to burn with lust. If I didn’t know better, I would have bet Ramone wanted to ravish my married wife right in front of me.
I caught the faint scent of my wife's excitement mixed with her perfume.
Ramone's eyes were fixated on her and seemed to be in a hypnotized state.
I couldn’t contain my lust and I excused myself. I ran to the bathroom to stroke my hard cock and ejaculated with the image of Ramone fucking my wife. I could only imagine what Ramone could do to my my wife’s tight married pussy. I had seen Ramone toweling off in the locker room after a shower and I knew he was hung like a mule.
I finished my business and returned to them. My heart sank to my stomach.
My wife was being held up by his powerful arms. She had wrapped her legs around his waist. He was twirling her around and then he threw her like a rag doll across his shoulders.
My wife was uncontrollably laughing and yelping. “OH MY GOD, YOUR’E AN ANIMAL!”
I decided to put an end to their brazen behavior and turned off the music. “This has to stop, you are not going to dance this way,” I said.
Ramone put my wife down.
My wife adjusted her top. “Connor, what is your problem?”
“I…I don’t think this is proper,” I answered.
She walked to me, her face only inches from my face.“You know what I think?” She poked her finger into my chest. “You can’t handle this so Ramone and I are done. We’re not going to compete.” She plopped herself down on the sofa and pouted.
Ramone stood with his giant bulge running down his left leg. “Sorry man, I didn’t mean for you to be offended. We were just having a bit of fun. You know, letting off some steam.” Ramone shrugged his muscular shoulders and began to button up his shirt covering his muscular chest.
“I…I’m sorry I don’t want you guys to quit,” I said.
My wife sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and her arms folded. She was so disgusted she couldn’t look at me.
I felt like a jealous prick. “It’s my fault for being overly-protective and perhaps I should let you guys practice alone.”
“Under one condition.” My wife said.
“Yes honey,” I answered.
“You get a room at the Comfort Inn for a couple of weeks.” Her foot began to wiggle which indicated her excitement and her devilish smirk had returned.
Ramone’s eyes opened wide.
I gazed at her sexy ankle bracelet then my eyes wondered up her her toned legs.
She stated her terms with a terse voice. “You can come home for dinner, stay for an hour, then Ramone and I will need to get busy. We have a lot of work to do and we’ll be working late into the night.”
"But honey." I tried to think of another solution.
“We can't work with interruptions, right Ramone?” She glared at him.
“Yes, ma’am, it's hard work, really hard work and long hard work.” He had a serious look.
“TWO WEEKS!” I was becoming angry yet didn't want to stand in their way of winning. I knew it was going to be a sacrifice on my part but that's what winning required.
“Two weeks!” She confirmed showing no sign of compromise.
It was the ultimate test of my commitment and trust. “Okay, I’ll get a room,” I answered. I was proud of my unwavering faith in my wife.
“AT A BOY! YOU DA MAN!” Ramone gave me a hard slap between my shoulder blades then we did a high five.
I began to pack while my wife and Ramone enjoyed a glass of wine. I peeked at them and could see Ramone and my wife were getting along very well. I had to admit I was relieved my wife was sitting on the sofa while Ramone sat in the recliner. I knew they were going to make a fantastic dance couple. I heard my wife let out and excited giggle. I peeked again and my wife was leaning over filling her glass. Her breasts were spilling out at the top of her blouse.
I gave my wife a kiss and bid them a good night. I reluctantly walked to the door hoping my wife would change her mind about what was required of me.
“Darling, send me a text tonight when you’re settled into your room.” She wrapped her arms around Ramone’s huge shoulders. “Ready to learn some moves?” She gazed into Ramone’s eyes his hands grasped her waist.
“Don’t let her work you too hard, my wife can be very demanding,” I warned Ramone.
“I’ll do my best,” he answered.
As instructed, I sent my wife a text when I was safe in my room.
“See you tomorrow for dinner, Ramone and I are going to be working hard tonight.”
Once I settled into bed, I scanned the television stations and noticed they offered adult movies. I scanned through all the genres and came across white wives loving big black cocks.
I enjoyed watching a lovely female porn star who reminded me of my wife. She was biting onto the sheets as the black stallion behind her thrusted her so hard she had to brace herself by putting her hand on the headboard. Her breasts swayed wildly until he’d grab them and squeezed. “I’ll fuck you good, slut,” He warned.
A naughty thought occurred to me. The obscene sex acts depicted on my television screen could be happening between Ramone and my wife at this very moment. It was a depraved yet exciting fantasy.
I squeezed lotion into my palm and began to stroke. I watched the woman’s eyes roll back in her head as she was pummeled relentlessly.
“You guys better win Dancing with Stars,” I mumbled. "Just win baby."
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