Our marriage has never been stronger. Ilse will soon be 60, but age has been kind to her. I look at her and what comes to mind is a fine cab sav that gets softer and more mellow with age. The kids are gone and we have the house to ourselves. She got a huge promotion at work and now spends one week a month at one of her company's divisions, based in Ottawa. I still cannot satisfy her physically, and that situation is not going to get any better. The woman needs the release that comes from a big cock and a stud who knows what to do with it. The thing with Ahmad ended soon after my last post. She has had two new lovers since (not counting what's going on in Ottawa, which I will get to another time).
Gary was 19 when she met him, white, very shy and sensitive, and improbable as this sounds, still a virgin. He was working a summer job for our pool company and had been coming by every Wednesday morning, while I was at work, to clean the pool. I'm still not sure how it started exactly, and, although Ilse was very fortcoming about him, she would not let me watch their sessions because, when she suggested it, Gary freaked. So every Wednesday night, when Ilse and I retired for the night, we would spoon, I would cup her breast (ashamed of my own softness), and she would give me a blow by blow (no pun intended) description of what had gone on that morning in our bed between her and Gary. He was thin, maybe 5'11", about 165 lbs. or so, but pretty muscular. He also had a nine inch cock with good girth. Their first tryst had been a blow job only, and he quickly shot hot buckets jizz all over her face, hair and tits. Ilse saw his potential as a fucktoy, but he was clearly a "project." Ilse is nothing, if not patient, and she schooled him in lovemaking. On his last visit, before returning to college out of state, they fucked all morning and afternoon. He left shortly before I got home from work, and Ilse had just stepped out of the shower with a huge grin on her face. She had turned him into a real stud with great technique and stamina. Ilse pouted, "I schooled him, and now some coed bimbo is going to reap all of the benefits!"
Three months later, she brought home Calvin for the first time. 36, 5'8", but completely ripped. A fitness trainer by profession, and to my considerable joy, as black as the ace of spades. A big fat dick, and a powerful lover with great stamina. Calvin had alot of self-confidence and was totally down with my watching their trysts. I liked the guy alot. Sometimes, he would come over early and we'd have a beer and watch the game, while Ilse was dressing for their date. I think Calvin kind of felt sorry for me and actually tried to involve me in their sessions, inviting me to stroke her hair and kiss her while he was mounting her. That progressed at some point to my "prepping" by going down on her, while he stroked his member and got hard. Then I'd retreat to the corner and he would fuck her silly. Calvin wasn't into anal and his cumshots were all creampies. He would get instantly hard again after coming and he usually exploded three times a night. Ilse would shudder with screaming orgasms. After about 6 weeks or so of this, they giddily told me they had a surprise for me. The session started like the others. Ilse lay on her back, knees up. I peeled off her negligee and remove her panties. I used my tongue to lube her up, loving the salty tang of her trimmed cunt. Calvin stood back, just stroking himself and encouraging me. When Ilse started to moan and squirm a little, Calvin stuffed his cock down her throat, while I continued to eat her out. After five minutes or so of this, I backed off to the corner, pulled out my cock and started stroking it, while the two of them went at it like wild animals. So far, nothing about this night had really departed from our regular routine, and I began to wonder about the surprise in store for me. She was astride him cowgirl, and he was bucking like a bronco, her breasts swinging like pendula in perfect time with his thrusts. After ten minutes or so of this, Ilse let out a low, deep, gutteral moan, Calvin growled and arched his back, and released himself deep insider her just as she climaxed. I was mesmerized. With Ilse still astride him, Calvin announced, "Get over here and lie down next to me. Ilse has a job for you." I did as I was told, Calvin pulled out, and without further word or warning, Ilse was astride my face. The smell, the gooey mess, it was just intoxicating. I licked her pussy deeply and greedily, as Calvin's cum dribbled out onto my face. After I cleaned her thoroughly, she returned the favor by licking my face clean of Calvin's spunk, while getting me off by hand and licking the mess off my stomach. "How do you like your surprise?" she asked. I replied, "I've never seen you more satisfied and more beautiful. Thank you for this. I love you so much." She giggled in reply, "If you think this was special, just wait until you see what's coming next time!"
A week later, Calvin was over and the three of us shared a bottle of wine and a couple joints. Ilse then excused herself and went upstairs. When she returned ten minutes later, she was wearing a peek-a-boo blue negligee with matching crotchless panties, that highlighted her landing strip and neatly trimmed bush. She took us each by the hand and walked us back upstairs. The festivities of the prior week were repeated. Things got to the point where Cal was fucking her doggy style, with those 38D's swaying with every thrust. I was in my chair in the corner, stroking and hypnotized by Ilse's obvious, noisy enjoyment of the pounding she was getting. After five minutes or so of this, Ilse shook me from my reverie, gasping between thrusts, "Come join us. You lie beneath me, with your head under my pussy." I wasn't about to argue and did as I was told. Ilse, stroked and kissed my flaccid dick, while Cal buried his prick in her up to the hilt. Cal pulled out and guided my head up to her cunt, which I lapped up for a few minutes. "Darling" Ilse said. "Are you feeling a little adventurous today?" "OK," I said, "What do you have in mind?" Her reply was the most shocking thing I had ever heard in my life. "You are doing such a good job on my pussy, I think Calvin feels a little left out. I want you to take him in your mouth and fluff him to get him nice and hard for me." "I can't do that." "Yes, you can, and I think you want to very much. The thought of you with your lips around that big,beautiful black cock is almost more than I can bear. Do it for me, please. Calvin is down with it. Think of it as another experience we can share. I love you so much and want you to experience the joy of it too."
Dear reader, in my wildest dreams I had never envisioned anything remotely like this, but the truth is I love Ilse so much, I could never deny her anything. So I did as I was told and took Cal's prick in my mouth, licking the glans cautiously at first, tasting the precum, mixed with my wife's juices. A heady, intoxicating mix. I allowed Cal several strokes. He went gentle on me and I never felt an urge to gag. Maybe it was the wine and the weed, but there I was sucking a black cock with my wife's encouragement. Just as I was adjusting to my new lot in life, he pulled out and reinserted himself in Ilse's dripping twat with me still underneath. They got a good rhythm going, with me licking her clit and kissing his balls the whole while. Finally he exploded, emptying those balls deep in Ilse, and he retreated, spent. She sat on my face, the cum oozing from her pussy, while I cleaned her as best I could with my tongue. She rolled over exhausted, and, for good measure, I took the now flaccid Cal in my mouth, inhaling the musky scent, and intoxicated as much by the taste of Ilse on his member as by the dope and the wine. I could already feel him coming back to life, and knew it would not be long before Round 2 commenced.
The next morning, after she gave Cal a deep good-bye kiss, she sat me down on the sofa. I felt humiliated by the whole experience, but she wisely told me to just go with it. She said that she admired my openness and willingness to try something new. She said she had never loved me more deeply, that our marriage bond was unbreakeable forever. We both had a good cry and hugged, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.
The fling with Calvin lasted another two months, before they drifted apart. I attended every tryst, with me active in them all, and going the extra mile, so to speak, in about half of them. We started down this path at my encouragement, and it has been wonderful for Ilse and for our marriage. Opening up our marriage has saved it and improved it, even if her cuckolding of me has led me down a very unexpected path. It's all good. I'm down with it. Next time, I'll tell you all about Ottawa.
She's 58, but she looks 40. Goes to the gym every day and takes great care of her appearance. A hotter 58 year old you will not find. 5'4". Real 38D's; nicely trimmed bush; tight pussy. Weighs about 137. Think of a slightly older Lisa Ann, but with shoulder length wavy brown hair and the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes you have ever seen. I married her 34 years ago and she is the love of my life. Regrettably, I've gone bald, grown overweight, don't take care of myself and frankly can't keep up with her in bed anymore. It's been frustrating for both of us. For several years now, I've thought about how much happier we would both be if she could find someone to satisfy her needs in ways I no longer can. I'm sure she has had ample opportunities over the years, but she is very shy and, out of loyalty to me, she has turned them all down.
UNTIL SIX MONTHS AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I called her cell while she was at her hotel while away on a business trip to Paris. Thought I heard a man's voice in the background, but he was speaking French, which I don't understand, and she said she just had the TV on. Ordinary conversation, but perforated by the odd giggle now and then, which she said was just the guy on TV saying something funny. OK, but hmmm, could it be? No, it couldn't, but yet......
Three months ago, it was my turn to be away on a business trip. Things wrapped up early, and I decided to surprise Ilse by returning a day early. Pulled up to the house about nine in the evening and saw our bedroom light on. Quietly let myself in, tiptoed up the stairs, made it to the open door in the bedroom and, lo and behold, the surprise was on me. She had her back to me in a lovely, flattering black negligee I had given her as a gift. She was on her knees, her lips wrapped around the biggest member I had ever seen, attached to one very surprised looking thirty-ish strapping black dude who was staring right back at me, naked as the day he was born.
I was speechless. He grabbed his clothes, hightailed it down the stairs and was out the door in about 30 seconds. Ilse started sobbing uncontrollably, apologizing profusely and saying it would never happen again if I only could find it in my heart to forgive her. I sat her on the bed, wiped the tears from her eyes, and we had the best conversation we had had in 12 years. I told her I was relieved, not angry, that she was finally able to experience again profound sexual arousal and satisfaction. The truth came out about the trip to Paris (a one night stand). While we had been on the phone that night, he had been nibbling on her ear and whispering to her in French that he couldn't wait to penetrate her. She gave him that opportunity after we hung up. While she enjoyed it, he was not a star in the sack, and she decided then and there to have another fling at the next opportunity, even while wracked with guilt over "cheating" on me.
Well, the night I surprised her in our bedroom was that next opportunity. Ahmad was a coworker she had been fantasizing about for some time. I explained that I wasn't angry in the least and didn't regard it as "cheating" because he was giving her something she deserved and needed that I could not. I told her I was relieved and convinced that our marriage would be stronger if she strayed when she felt the need or desire. We hugged, we cried, we professed our undying love for each other. We also came up with a plan.
The next day, I phoned Ahmad, introduced myself, implored him not to hang up and to hear me out.
That evening he returned to our home. I met him at the door, shook his hand, thanked him and walked him upstairs to our bedroom where Ilse awaited, lying on our bed and wearing nothing but a smile. I quietly took a seat on the divan in the corner. He sat on the bed, where she proceeded to slowly strip him, nuzzling him, biting his nipples, frenching him. It was slow, sensual glorious. Then she grabbed his throbbing cock with both hands and sucked it with abandon. I was mesmerized. By this time, my pants were undone and my dick was in my hand, but they didn't notice or care, so intertwined were they with one another. That night, he took her doggy, missionary and cowgirl. They went at each other for two and a half hours. She bucked like a bronco, screaming,moaning and gyrating the whole while. She came hard three times. He creampied her once and she took five squirts right down her throat the second time he came, letting it dribble from her mouth onto the sheets.
I cleaned up my own mess, zipped myself and quietly excused myself, while Ilse and Ahmad showered together. I was downstairs at that point, having poured myself a scotch, but I think (or like to think) that he took her once more in the shower. Then it was over and Ahmad wished me a good night, thanking me for letting him do Ilse. I went up to the bedroom where Ilse had changed the sheets and was glowing. We hugged and caressed and both slept blissfully.
Flash forward three months to the present. Ahmad has been back six times since. Each time I watch. Each time they get a little more adventurous. The last time he lubed her up and took her ass. She took it like a champ and after a couple minutes of it, you could see the joy on her face. Turning to me, as he thrusted inside her, she mouthed "Thank you." I just grinned and nodded in return. One time, when her face was still covered in his jizz, I walked over to the bed and kissed her deeply. The salty taste was bracing, but I'm not sure if I liked it. Maybe it's enough to watch.
I don't know where this is going. I don't want her developing an emotional attachment to Ahmad at my expense. We're talking it through, and I think she is going to break it off with Ahmad before things go too far. Anyway, there is this 26 year old client of hers who used to play linebacker at State. He's about 6'4" and chiseled. And of course, he's black!
