Just getting started that evening. Amazing to see your own wife climbing all over another guy. Same woman who'd first told me that she'd never be able to do this with anyone else. This was the first black guy she had intercourse with.

For me, watching her kiss someone else is as much of a turn-on in its own way as the actual fucking. I enjoy seeing the foreplay and watching (and hearing) her getting hot. Usually that goes by too quickly. This time though, they started slowly and spent quite a bit of time on the couch. He began first by holding her chin in one hand (I remember that his hands seemed huge on her face) and running one finger over her lips and into her mouth. She sucked on it and opened her mouth, wanting to kiss, but instead he began to tease her. He took her face in both hands and ran his tongue back and forth over her lips but without actually putting it in her mouth. After a minute or so of this, she was struggling against his hands, her lips were glistening wet with his saliva and she was trying to push forward, with her tongue reaching out as far as possible to touch his. Eventually he pulled her face slowly towards him letting their tongues touch. He teased her a bit more like this, and then finally pulled her mouth hard against his. I'd been sitting very close to them up until then, and moved away to take this photo when he'd finished teasing her.

Here's another one taken after he quit teasing my wife as much and let her kiss him. By this time she'd gotten kind of frantic and was climbing all over him. He was still making her work for it and telling her to say out loud, how much she wanted to kiss him, asking me things like if it turned me on to hear my wife beg and did I like seeing her tongue in his mouth, and if I wanted to see his cock in her mouth next... Damn, I wish I could remember all of what was said. This interplay of talk with the physical contact really made this one of our most intense experiences so far with someone else.

This is more like the close view I had as I watched them kissing. Unfortunately, this pic can't capture how it sounds - the kissing, licking and sucking noises and the sound of her as she began to really start to breath hard and pant.

Finally, she pushed back away from him and turned to me and said, "Look down at his crotch. Do you see that huge bulge? Looks like it wants out, huh? Now you're going to sit there quietly and watch as your wife unzips this guy's pants and put her hands on his cock." Then she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled it out...

This guy's (I'll call him Dontrell - not his real name but similar) cock was really straining at his underwear when she undid his pants, but even as big as it was, it wasn't yet fully erect or enlarged when my wife (Kathy) first put her hands on it. As she held his cock, it got quite a bit thicker and as she squeezed tighter, I could see the cock head starting to throb in her hands. She knows that I like seeing her hands wrapped around another guy's cock, particularly the contrast of her white hands around a black guy's penis, and to see her wedding ring touching his skin. As she held it, she said stuff to me like, "Tell me what you want me to do with his cock." and "I want to hear you say that you want your wife to suck it and that you want to watch him slide it as far down my throat as it will go." At these times, it feels like someone's grabbing hold of my guts and twisting them - an ache that at the same time is pure excitement and pleasure. You probably get the same feeling if you can visualize your wife doing this. But multiply it a hundred times when it's happening right in front of you..

Kathy loves oral sex and you can see the almost reverent look she has on her face in the previous pic as she bent forward towards him. She likes to spend time teasing and toying with cocks before sucking. This time, she slid her tongue up and down his shaft, gently biting at his cock head and lightly running her fingernails over it. Eventually, a large drop of pre-cum formed on his cock tip. She touched her finger to it and then she surprised me by reaching toward me and wiping the drop across my lips. The two of them laughed at that, and I remember feeling my face get burning red with a strange mixture of humiliation and thrill.

She toyed with him a little while longer, and then said that she wanted him to take her to the bedroom. As they both stood up, it struck me how big he was - 6 ft. 3 in. and 220 lbs as he told us later. My wife's only 5 ft. 2, and he towered over her, looking huge and strong, with thick, powerful legs and a massive, muscular ass. I knew that it wouldn't be long before I'd see his large hands on my wife's naked body, his dark skin against her white flesh, his heavy body on top of her. As they left for the bedroom, I finished a couple of half-empty glasses of champagne as these thoughts whipped through my mind, and then went to join them.

Folks, let me know if you want me to keep going with more pix and description. It's harder than I thought and I'm struggling with it, in the sense that trying to put the experience into words churns up some really intense pain/pleasure feelings that are a lot stronger than I expected they'd be at this point. Maybe it's that, at the time this all happened, I was so wrapped up in it that I didn't have time to think. And also now taking the time to REALLY see, in the pix, how he used his big body and strength to dominate her during sex (seen in the pix later in this sequence) and how much she clearly enjoyed him using her that way. Well, I guess that's the nature of being a cuckold....

I don't know if it seems strange that I'm including blown-up portions of the larger images, but I think the combination of the wider view, with the close-up to be better than either one alone.

I've only got a couple of pix of her around this time, because after I took these, Dontrell ordered me to come over and hold his cock for Kathy. This wasn't something I'd ever done and I was reluctant. I'd never touched another guy's penis before. But she joined him in insisting that I take hold of his cock as she licked and sucked it. So I did. Felt really strange but also I guess I have to admit that it was a turn on. It felt so big and hard in my hand, and I could feel the blood pulsing in it and Kathy's saliva dripping down the shaft as she took as much into her mouth as she could and pistoned her head up and down on him. This freed up her hands, and she alternated between concentrating on sucking him and on caressing his balls and running her fingers over his belly and thighs.

By this time, my wife was getting really hot - gasping short, quick breaths as best she could with his cock in her mouth, rubbing her body against his legs and climbing partway onto the bed. I let go of Dontrell's penis, moved behind her, unsnapped her pants and began pulling up her sweater. But Dontrell ordered me to stop. He made her stand there in front of him, not saying a word, just looking at her. He then told me, "OK, now you're going to undress your own wife for another man."

This pause, where he stopped things and made us stand there and calmly told me that I was to make my wife nude in front of his eyes, gave me time to really think about what we were doing rather than all of it happening in a big rush. I stood behind her, with my arms around her as she looked at him, and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to do what he says? Are you sure you want to do this? " Part of me wanted her to say no, but another, more powerful part of me wanted to see it go further. Still looking toward him, I heard her say, "This is what you wanted isn't it? To see a black guy fuck me? This isn't going to be like the times with the little white guys and their small cocks. He's different. He's bigger and stronger and I'm going to let him climb on top of me and stretch my pussy with that cock you were just holding. And I'm doing it whether you like it or not."

With that, and with me still standing behind her at the foot of the bed, I took the next step, probably knowing that there was no turning back and that neither of them would listen if I changed my mind. I remember that my hands were shaking as I lifted the sweater, allowing her breasts to fall free. Still standing behind her, I finished unsnapping and unzipping her pants, put my fingers in the waist band and worked them down over her hips, partially dragging her panties with them but still leaving them in place as I pulled her pants the rest of the way down past her thighs. She stepped out of them, and he said to me, "OK, finish it - show me your wife's pussy." With my hands still trembling, I took hold of the elastic band and eased her panties part-way down, just over her hip bones and to the top of her pussy. I paused then, but he said, "Come on, keep going," and I slid the panties down over her hips and ass and down her thighs, until Kathy was fully nude in front of him.

She started to move toward him on the bed, but again he ordered the two of us to stand still. He got up, came toward us, and stood fully naked in front of Kathy, not touching her. Moving forward until her tits were just touching his chest, he took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. With this, she pushed her body hard against his and reached to wrap her arms around him. He took her shoulders and pushed her back, and told me, "You hold her and don't let her move." I wasn't sure what to do, so I took hold of her forearms (I was still standing behind her) and pulled them back tightly, causing her breasts to thrust out and bending her slightly backward. Dontrell then reached out, took one breast in each hand, bent down, and began sucking and biting her nipples. I felt a tightening in my belly as I saw his lips on my wife's nipples, his huge black hands on her breasts. Her knees buckled and she fell back against me so that I was supporting her body as he moved one hand down between her legs. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt Kathy tense, then she let out a soft cry, opened her thighs, and begin thrusting her hips against his hand. It was obvious that this black guy's fingers had entered my wife's body, and that she was loving it.

This went on for several minutes, with him kissing and fondling her, and then again, just as she was becoming almost frantic, struggling against my hold of her arms, her body writhing and pushing forward, he stopped, laid back down on the bed, smiled at Kathy, and said, "I think your husband needs to see his naked wife sucking black cock." With that, Kathy moved back between his legs. And I picked the camera back up.

Dontrell let Kathy work on him for a few more minutes, then he reached down and pulled her forward onto him.

And then, as I watched with a mixture of emotions that even now hit me like a sledge hammer to the stomach, Kathy put her legs over Dontrell's hips, and leaned forward. I saw my wife take her hand, reach between her thighs and take hold of this black guy's huge cock. All of a sudden, it hit me... I became frantic - we had talked about safe sex and that we'd use condoms! I couldn't handle the sight in front of me. His bare cock straining upward toward my wife's unprotected pussy. I said, "Kathy, wait. Tell him that he needs to wear a condom!" But Dontrell said, "Unh uh, white boy. I want my bare cock in her. You want my naked cock in you, don't you, Kathy? Tell your husband that you want my cum inside you." I started to pull out a condom packet. Kathy didn't say anything, stayed unmoving but still holding his cock in position.

But then, instead of waiting for me, I saw her push his cock back toward her spread pussy. I watched, wanting to say something, but I knew that what I really wanted was for her to keep going, to take him bareback inside her. I hated myself for it, but I knew that what I wanted was to know that this black stud was going to squirt his semen deep into my wife.

With gentle motions, Kathy slid his cock head back and forth over her pussy lips that were now wet with her moisture. I saw as her body lubricated the cock tip, then, with something like a mixture of shock, horror, and elation, I saw her place the head against her opening, saw it start to enter her. I watched as the head parted her pussy lips, heard a moan start from deep in her throat, almost a growl. Her hips eased back. There was resistance, but then Dontrell's cock head slid fully into her. She stopped, then rocked back and forth slightly, the now glistening cock head popping back out of her, then slipping back in, each time sliding more easily into her.

With each movement of her hips backward, Kathy cried out quietly, more like a whimper. She seemed to want to continue this gentle motion, taking him into her slowly, but Dontrell put his hands on her waist, held her firmly with his big, dark hands, and rather than let her ease herself further onto him, he thrust upward in one quick and hard motion, letting out a loud grunt, burying at least half of that thick cock into my wife with one thrust. Kathy let out a loud cry which tailed off into a now nearly continuous moan. As she rocked foward, seemingly wanting to pull off of him, the shining wet shaft slid into view, stretching her pussy lips. Then, with another hard thrust and with his hands squeezing her waist and pushing her hips down onto his, Dontrell forced the rest of his cock all the way into her. Even though he was fully inside of her now, he continued te shove upward sharply, again and again, lifting his hips completely off the bed, his ass muscles straining.

When he did that second, hard thrust into her, I remember hearing Kathy scream as she fell forward onto his chest. She laid there, unmoving, while he continued his hard, sharp thrusts. Sliding his cock out an inch or two, then slamming it back into her. He started talking to her talking quietly, then more loudly, saying things like, "Take it all, bitch. Take it. You know you want it all." And to me, "You getting a good look at your wife, boy? You see her with my big cock shoved inside her?" Saying things that, when I write them out here for you, sound like poor dialog in a bad movie, but in that situation, hearing the moans and cries and grunts, smelling the scent of sex, seeing their bodies together, touching and moving, seeing their faces. it was deeply affecting me.

As Kathy continued to lie still, on top of him, and he continued his hard, short thrusts, I began to worry that he'd hurt her, and during those seconds while she laid flat against him, I told myself that I should pull her off him, and get her out of there. But I didn't. Instead, I moved closer to the bed, watching his wet cock sliding slowly out, then ramming back in.

Finally, he slowed his motion, now just slightly moving his hips. Kathy's moaning continued, but now, I saw her push herself up onto her hands. Her head hanging down, her mouth open and gasping, her tits swaying over his chest as she rocked forward. About 6 inches of his cock shaft slid out, with probably another 3 or 4 inches still in her. Then, she sat backward, taking Dontrell's cock all the way. She began moving to her own rhythm, Dontrell allowing her to set her own pace, their hips now moving together. And I knew then that she had truly crossed a threshold that I was powerless to affect. Even then however, as I stood there watching my wife now completely engrossed in sex with Dontrell, even then, part of my mind kept saying that "this isn't happening..." As if to prove it to myself, I took a photo, and then another. Somehow, seeing the two of them in the digital camera's screen, finally drove it fully home to me - the fantasy that I'd thought about tor years was happening right in front of me. And it was far more "real" than I could have imagined. Maybe too real...