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NW4 - Satisfied Appetite (MMF)
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THE DARK WANDERER
presents
~ NASTY WIVES ~
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"SATISFIED APPETITE"
My wife was a virgin when we married but once she had tasted the
fruit it was apparent she couldn't get enough. I began to suspect she
was getting it elsewhere and one night she came home after a night
out with the girls looking particularly dishevelled. When I tackled
her about it, she admitted she had been with another man. Eventually
she told me the whole story - she had been meeting with lots of
different men on her nights out.
As she was telling me all this, two things were happening. One, I was
becoming aroused and two, I didn't want my marriage to break up.
After we discussed the situation, I finally agreed that she could
continue with her affairs until she got the bug out of her system. Of
course, she took advantage of my agreement and soon she was going out
to meet her lovers every other night. When she came home she would
tell me all the details with the result that I would be so aroused
that I couldn't wait to get her into bed.
Then we had one of our rare nights out together. We were in a pub
near where we live. The pub was crowded and a coloured chap called
Ralph asked if he could share our table. He told us he was from
Nigeria and that he was a sailor on one of the ships. At one point,
as we were talking, Ralph said something and Rachel leaned forward
and placed her hand on the top of his... the contrast between the
whiteness of her skin and the ebony blackness of his caused a shiver
to run through me. Shortly afterwards, Ralph excused himself to go to
the toilet and I asked Rachel if she had ever been with a black man.
When she said she hadn't I didn't enlarge on what was in my mind.
When closing time came I suggested we should go back to our house for
some supper. After we had eaten, Rachel went into the kitchen to make
a drink and I took the opportunity to ask Ralph if he had ever been
with a white woman. He said no and I then asked him if he would like
to and jerked my head in the direction of the kitchen. He said "Yes,
but she is your wife." I told him that it was alright with me as long
as she wanted to.
Just then Rachel walked back in. She put the coffee on the table and
went to sit in the other armchair but I suggested that she should sit
on the settee next to Ralph. She gave me a quizzical look and sat
next to him. I said "You know Ralph fancies you, don't you?" Then I
told Ralph to give her a kiss to show her how much he liked her. They
turned their faces towards each other and their lips met, tentatively
at first, but then increasing in emotion until they were kissing
passionately. I was amazed at the speed at which things moved along.
In no time at all, her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pushed up
and his hand was contrasting vividly against her skin as he cupped
her breasts and nipped and pinched her proud nipples.
I was forgotten, the only thing they could think about was their
mutual lust. My own excitement was mounting as I saw his hand drop
down and disappear beneath her skirt. His hand slid up her stockings
to massage the bare flesh at the top of her thighs, as he teased them
wider apart. Then his fingers slid inside the leg of her knickers.
Rachel gave a little gasp and then his finger got to work and she was
murmuring "Oh that's lovely, that's nice" and her breath was coming
in little gasps. He then took his hand out and began to tug at the
waist of her panties, but she told him to wait a minute and sat up.
She quickly shrugged off her blouse and bra and then stood up and
dropped her skirt around her ankles. Her panties quickly followed and
except for her stockings and suspenders, she was as naked as the day
she was born. Ralph had been equally as busy and he too was now
naked, his hard cock rearing up from his groin, surpassing mine in
all departments. He pushed her thighs apart but before he could
settle himself between them she said, "Wait a minute" and picked her
handbag up off the floor. She searched for a moment and then her hand
emerged holding a french letter. Just as she was about to tear the
wrapper, a strange feeling came over me and I walked over to them and
took the rubber out of her hand. I told her she didn't want anything
between her and her first taste of black meat. She just looked up at
me and asked me if I was sure.
I knelt down and kissed her on the lips and then she gripped my hand
and kept hold of it as Ralph lowered himself over her. She drew her
knees up as high as she could and Ralph supported himself above her
so that I had the perfect view as she reached down and guided him
into place. It was the most erotic sight I have ever seen as her
flesh parted and inch by inch he disappeared inside her. He began to
take her with long steady strokes and I knelt at her side and she
held my hand as thrill after thrill tore through her body. Suddenly
Ralph stopped and he was gasping for breath as he said he was nearly
coming and should he pull out. Both of them were staring at me as I
told him to leave it in and give her everything he had got.
He started to move his hips again and her grip on my hand tightened
as he quickly reached that frenetic state that foretold his imminent
climax. He was grunting and cursing with the effort, in concert with
her oohing and aaghing and then he gave a great gasp and strained
against her while she let out a wail as he spewed his fluid into her
unshielded belly.
For quite a while the three of us were too spent to move but I
recovered first and went back to sit in the armchair from where I
could watch the two of them, Rachel still squashed under Ralph's
weight. Eventually they stirred. Rachel got up, came over to me and
sat on my knee. She kissed me and said, "Thank you, that was the best
I have ever had, and now I've one more favour to ask." She told me
she wanted Ralph to stay the night and sleep with her. At first I was
reticent but eventually I agreed. She jumped up and took Ralph's
hand, telling him they were going up to bed.... his triumphant grin
said it all. As she turned to lead him from the room I asked her if
she had forgotten the french letters in her handbag but she declared
she had not forgotten them - I was right, it was much better without them!
Almost as soon as they got upstairs he was at her - I knew from the
rhythmic sounds of the bedsprings as I lay on the settee directly
beneath them. I slept only fitfully and each time I woke it seemed
they were at it yet again; and each time I got a perverse thrill from
knowing that the noise was the prelude to the African once more
emptying himself into her unprotected body.
I was woken by the two of them searching for their clothes. When
Ralph was dressed, Rachel, still clad only in her now laddered
stockings, saw him to the front door and I suspect she was barely
hidden by the partially open door as she kissed him goodbye.
She looked at me ruefully and said, "Things got a bit out of hand,
didn't they?" We talked about what had happened and Rachel admitted
she was not sure how many times Ralph had had her, but every time he
did, he had come inside her. She also said I had to take a share of
the blame for encouraging him in the first place. I think we both
sensed that this was the turning point for us and from now on,
instead of just passively accepting Rachel's affairs, I would be
openly encouraging her and, where possible, looking on as she
entertained her lovers.
We were lucky as after an anxious couple of weeks we found that,
despite all Ralph's efforts, he had not managed to make Rachel
pregnant. This should have taught us a lesson but I must admit there
were occasions when we spiced things up a little with Rachel going
all the way without any protection whatsoever.
One of these was a very memorable occasion when we got friendly with
four Filipino sailors who we took home for supper. They were a bit
hesitant at first but they soon entered the spirit of things and
Rachel threw caution to the winds and took them on as nature
intended. With four of them to cope with she had no time to spare and
at times there were two of them vying for her services. It took most
of the next day for her to recover from her exertions but neither
this nor the anxious wait to find if they had left her with an
unwanted gift, could dampen her enthusiasm.
Eventually even Rachel's appetite was satisfied and her need for
other men grew less and less. Of course her reputation where we lived
was that of the lowest slut so we decided on a clean break, moving as
far away as we could. Now Rachel is just another middle-aged wife and
mother, a pillar of the local community. Although those first five
years are now far behind us they can still evoke a thrill when we
reminisce in the privacy of our bedroom.
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