Her perfectly toned and tanned body looked amazing in her black lacy lingerie set with garters. I’ve never worn garters before, do I look silly?”Īnd she really did. “Yup! I wanted to get something new for tonight. “Damn you look sexy, is that new lingerie?”
When I got upstairs, Jena was standing in front of our mirror in what looked to be new lingerie and heels. I figured this meant it was time for me to get ready too, so I poured myself some wine and followed her up stairs a few minutes later. After getting out of the shower, she came downstairs in her robe and poured herself a glass of red wine and took it upstairs to get ready. When Friday rolled around, I was a bit nervous, but Jena seemed so focused. Jena spent a lot of time at the gym the next few days, I’m guessing she wanted to look as good as possible for the party. “Ok,” I responded, “I’m willing to give it a shot, but if one of us gets uncomfortable, we both have to agree to leave.” Jena laughed, “Don’t worry honey, I asked Tyrone the same thing, he told me that it’s a 50/50 split. In reality, I also didn’t want to see Jena getting fucked by a big black cock that put my below average 5 inch penis to shame. Tyrone is black right? is it going to be mostly black people? I’m not sure if I have any interest in having sex with a black women.” However, I was still surprised when Jena asked me if we could try this swingers party that her gym trainer Tyrone told her about. So open to the extent that we had even tried some threesomes previously, both with an extra girl and an extra guy. We are both very open sexually, but we just found ourselves in a bit of a slump. Things had gotten a bit stale in the bedroom. I used to be pretty satisfied with having sex with only - only - women, until I started dating her, Bianca.My wife, Jena, and I married so young, right out of high school so we were still only 22 when we had our 5 year anniversary earlier this year. I thought she was joking when she tried to use her finger in my ass to (arouse) me. Every time we had sex, she tried to convince me with her sneaky finger, until finally I agreed at first I only endured, but it soon turned out to be expected, otherwise I wasn't happy. I didn't ask for it, when I first realized that I liked too much, but eventually I would give her a tip that, while she has her mouth full, she could do other things too, like, she could arouse me by pressing her finger against my asshole. I knew she would begin to think all the wrong stuff. After that exchange, I told her to stop completely. But I missed it, I missed the feeling, just a finger there, it was weird to admit that I liked it so much. Thank God for Bianca, though, after a few days, she realized my head had cooled off, and her finger returned and I was so happy that I didn't even complain when she put some pressure, and eventually, after preparing the field, she inserted a finger in my ass, and it hadn't been too bad.įast forward a few weeks, some days I wasn't even fucking her anymore, or getting blowjobs. She loved it, loved to see me begging for her to go harder with the dildo.
That woman had revolutionized my sex life, I cummed many times with a big dildo inside of me. Later, happy to oblige her in anything she wanted, I would spend whole hours licking and sucking her pussy because I was so thankful. There were times when we would only do the usual vanilla stuff. Once, after the sex, we we're watching a movie, and Bianca looked at me, she must have seen something, because she asked me. I had to laugh, I kissed her, assured her that nothing was amiss, but it was. But it was okay, because eventually she would fuck me. She was more and more unwilling, and what could a guy do? Beg? Beg his girl to fuck him with a dildo?ĭays passed by where there wouldn't be a single ass fucking for me. But Bianca - this time while I was driving her for work, and again showing an incredible ability to understand me - she started a suggestion like this: Her finger would brush past it, giving me a sudden burst of joy, but it always ended in disappointment. "You've been great to me, and I haven't been giving back." "I'm just sorry," she looked at me with pity. I almost lied to her again, but this time I held my ground. Since I know you're not gay, I'm sure of it." I was thinking, and please just listen, okay? But. I have great gay friends."ĭuring the lift, Bianca didn't speak another word. And afterwards, she didn't mention the thing again.