Message-ID: <7544eli$9804032312@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Ann and Mike" <labyrinth@cypherlab.com> Subject: Richards tale. wife, interracial Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <01bd5f14$905f9610$0128d9c2@mailgate> Shopping for Lingerie so she can please her new Black lover This is a story placed in the messages section of the Labyrinth with a bit of reworking, there are spelling and grammatical mistakes all over the place so please forgive them. Oh yes this story is intended for adults only. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Rick () Before I start let me just say I love my wife immensely and want to spend the rest of our lives together, despite these very best of intentions I have been wanting to see her fucked by someone else for quite a while now and particularly by a big black guy, preferably many big black guys. part of me also wants to join in and have to suck a big black cock and prepare it before it enters into my wifes hot cunt. I am a well built and healthy man with a great deal of responsibility for the lives of others, a Doctor within a local practice. I have never had a homosexual relationship or watched my wife screw anyone else. As far as I am aware she was a virgin when we married and has not had an affair throughout the last 14 years. I started having these fantasise about a year ago and it was a pleasure to come across this site, mainly by accident though, I really think it should be easier to know where sites such as this exist. So where was I, this fantasy of mine. I regard myself as an intelligent man who does not tend to do things rashly and all my life most of my decisions have been deliberated quite deeply before taking any actions. I am kind of a control freak I suppose, but it probably comes with the job. The wife is well educated and has a freelance career in computer programming, she is however despite her high flyer role held down by a terrible sense of low self esteem, mainly coming from her childhood and early sexual experiences. We speak openly and freely about ourselves and while all in our hearts is open to each other those things that provide us with irrational impulses and desires still have much control over the rational beings we like to think we are. So as you are aware I have this desire burning in me for both myself and the wife to submit to someone stronger than ourselves and turn us into sexual playthings for anothers dominance, the image coming to mind being of black men. Where this comes from I do not know, why black men I cannot fathom, I hold no views of hatred but within must see them as potent and powerful entities who fit into my unconscious scenario, I must admit when I was examining black men medically my mind slips to how well their cocks would fit into the wifes hot cunt and how their cocks will taste in my mouth, not particularly professional I know but us medics are only human beings who suffer the same desires as most. So after a number of months of fantasising I had the opportunity to try out this little fantasy of mine. I had became friends with a trainee GP at our practice who invited me for a drink after work. We shut up shop that evening and headed for the local after a pint or two we went back to his place to tackle a couple bottles of wine. He let me in and in his flat was this enormous black guy about 6foot8 who I was introduced to. His name was Anthony and he was the flat mate of my trainee. Anthony turned out to be full of fun and humour and I enjoyed the way he was so unselfconscious, laughing freely and deeply at the smallest things and with a wicked sense of humour that was at once cutting and at other times caring and gentle. My oh my I was getting a bit infatuated and felt like a child next to this enormous man. I left later that night thoroughly drunk and invited both of them for dinner a week later. That week all I could think about was seeing Anthony again and how I would be able to get him to come to bed with my wife and myself. The day was drawing closer and I was dropping a few hints to my wife on what a great guy this Anthony was and how he was such fun. The day eventually came and I resolved not to raise the matter of my favourite fantasy to her, wanting her to enjoy the dinner party without any thoughts that I may be trying to set her up. They came round at 8 and the meal went splendidly the wife was gorgeous the food was wonderful and the conversation was splendid. My wife was the only woman amongst 3 men but when the conversation turned to sexual matters she was able to jest and flirt with confidence and ease. The evening ended and I was really happy at how well it had gone. The resolution not to try anything was a good one as later when we discussed the evening she said that Anthony was indeed a really nice guy, handsome and hunky to. If she had believed there was any desire of mine for her to sleep with him I am sure she would have put up a barrier and the evening would not have been so relaxed or enjoyable. Anthony became a good friend to both of us and we were often going out together as a threesome for drinks or a meal. If the alcohol flowed and the conversation got a bit blue there was no tension and at times I could see my wife sitting closely with our new friend her thigh pressed tight against his as we sat in the taxi or he would sit on the sofa watching a movie with us. On one such night the alcohol was flowing freely and the evening was getting late we started on a topic about eugenics and genocide, it started with the jews and hitlers atrocities and moved onto how hitler had developed much of his eugenic theories from what at that time were contemporary widespread medical and social theories. We discussed racial difference and whether the theory of specific racial difference had any bearing upon IQ, athleticism, sexual performance etc. While we agreed that environment played a principle role in what characteristics were expressed there were some features that showed clear differences across races. Some physical some mental. And yes that old myth about Black mens penis size emerged. I scoffed at the idea, Anthony wasn't so sure, he recounted locker room experiences as his evidence. My wife just smirked amusingly and said that all us men do is look at each others dicks all the time. She said there was absolutely no proof one way or the other. Her laughter and comments were like a challenge and as any good empiricist I stated that she should do a cruise of mens locker rooms herself with a ruler and offer to measure essential male anatomical structures for the sake of science. We all laughed and Anthony said that she could measure his essential anatomical structures anytime she wanted. She retorted that all us men were talk and no trousers and if she pulled out a ruler right now little Anthony would probably do a runner. I laughed my head off thinking how right she probably was but Anthony replied go on then get your ruler lets see. My wife got up turned to her desk and pulled out a wooden ruler she sat back down and waved the ruler, OK big boy she laughed lets see what you've got. I was laughing, she was laughing both of us were expecting Anthony not to call the bluff but he stood up his hands went to his trousers and he undid his belt, then the top button of his jeans, he said did she want him to stop there, my wife was now calling his bluff, come on she said get them off time to see what these Black men have that the white ones don't. He undid another button then another, again he stopped. My wife said chicken chicken told you, you men can't cope when a grown women is calling your bluff. Anthonys hand reached into his shorts and he pulled out his cock. I rolled about in laughter it was so intense I thought my chest would burst, my wife just stared and then recovered her composure, not much to it she said. She was playing the calm approach to the last and I was amazed she just sat there with this guys dick hanging out of his trousers. Anthony responded that it was under the effects of alcohol and not hard how was she to measure anything that was soft. My wife said soft or not I am the scientist and I need to test this ridiculous theory come closer, Anthony looked comical with his dick out and my wife putting the ruler against his pubic hair. The ruler however stuck straight out and his dick was flopping down, now came my shock, my wife took hold of his dick by the knob and lifted it until it rested in her hand, in this way she could bring it to the ruler and measure, however as soon as she had touched his cock I could see the change in its appearance, it was getting longer and thicker and as I watched the thing was growing in her hand along the palm and up over it. The ruler was still there and my wife changed her position so she could do the measurement. She grabbed hi cock and lined it up closely with the ruler. Finally she said eight and a half inches. Not exactly what I was expecting from someone who had been bragging so much my cock is eight inches so it wasn't much of a difference. As you could guess the laughter had stopped and we had switched over to a silence as my wife had Anthony's cock in her hand doing the measurements like a nurse who handled strange cocks all the time, obviously the medical detachment I had talked to my wife about in the past had rubbed off and she was as cool as a cucumber. Anthony on the other hand wasn't and had started to slide his cock up and down her hand, she was still holding onto it and I could see her hand tighten every now and again to squeeze this mans cock flesh. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------- Part2 Rick () October 6, 1997 (20:35) Sorry about the delay. Time is difficult and getting to play on the net in the odd moments of freedom from a knock on the door few. But on with the story. So as you recall, Anthony was getting acquainted with my wife’s palm by sliding his cock up and down it, it was also getting pretty clear that my wife was doing more much more than measuring his dick and her hand had gone from holding it for the purposes of the measurement to squeezing it in time to the rhythm of his slow thrusts. Time seemed to go by very slowly and I looked at the two of them act out this scenario, neither of them said a word, just a slow hump from Anthony and my wifes hand now clearly getting into a wanking motion for our guest. His humping got more rapid and her wanking was perfectly in time. The contrast of his dark cock against her hand was extremely striking and his cock glistened with a sheen that made it look very strong. Anthony had his eyes closed and was going for it, fucking her closed fist fast and long, his motions were getting more ragged and jerky, her hands were clenching and unclenching bringing our new friend closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly he bucked another of times and sperm erupted from his cock, it shot out over her arm then another was caught in her palm then another stream flew out and landed on the sofa. He seemed to be coming an enormous amount but eventually the motion slowed down and my wife released his wet cock from her grip. Her hand and arm covered with streaks of sperm, her leg covered with a couple globs as was the sofa on which she sat. She turned to me then, at last and smiled weakly, Anthony also looked in my direction and myself, well I was stuck for words my cock and the pressure in my head not allowing me the usual flow of conversation that has always backed me up in times of crisis or embarrassment. Well eventually my head returned and all I could say was, that was rather lovely to see, I hope you two had fun. She again smiled at me and I could see that she knew that things were OK. Anthony said I'm sorry man looks like I kind of got carried away. I responded with don't worry yourself, if she was OK I was OK and lets not get hang up about this. Anyway I am feeling fucking horny so how’s about you look while I ask the misses to give my dick some attention. My wife moved over towards me and again gave me that silent look that says everything, funny how when you have known someone for so long you don't need to say a word, just a look tells it all. She was clearly turned on and her breath was coming quicker, her eyes had that slightly glazed look and her face had a beautiful flush. I had rarely seen her so intense and it was incredible to see this part of her, a part which I had not seen for many years. She came and sat next to me and aid so what are you after big boy, fancy anything in particular. I responded that given that our guest was rather intimate with us now, he may as well see more, so my pet get your clothes off and come pay my poor lonesome cock a bit of attention with that mouth of yours. She raised from her position and slowly took off her dress, next came her bra and the her knickers. She had a gorgeous body, lightly covered in adipose but not excessive just enough to give her a gentle swell to her stomach and softness to her breasts, the skin of which was now red and hot. She knelt down infront of me and kissed my thigh, turning her face up she said looks like I'm kind of spoilt tonight. Two cocks and one woman, I replied well don't waste them, Anthony if you get your breath back come and join us. My darling wife then took my hard cock in her hand and engulfed the head with her hot mouth, it was complete bliss, my cock was incredibly sensitised and her hot mouth absorbed every part of my psyche, I existed in my dick and the world became a soft fuzzy blur of pleasure. Her head moved slowly up and down and her throat hummed deep vibrations across my knob. She always has been a cracker for a good blow job and tonight it was as if she was loving me with her mouth. I felt her rhythm shift and opened my eyes to see Anthony positioning himself behind my wife’s buttocks, his hips shuffled in closer and quite soon after I could feel my wifes mouth tighten around my dick more as his cock probably found its mark and entered into what was more than likely her sopping wet cunt. Her body began to rock back and forward, her mouth moving up and down my cock as her body was thrust forward by the rhythm of Anthony behind her. My cock was on fire but suddenly she removed her mouth and let out a low deep moan, her orgasm rippled through her and her head buried itself between my legs as she let the feeling wash over. Anthony was still thrusting from behind and she began shouting at him to fuck her harder, I was holding her head with my heads, yet again my poor dick was left all alone as my wife drove the man from behind on with words of encouragement, to tell the truth I wasn't particularly pissed off, I hadn't seen her like this before and the passion that was now on display in front of me was making up for any lack of sensation I was losing out on. With a sharp grunt Anthony suddenly became still and held my wifes ass in his hands tightly, drawing her cunt back onto his cock as he came. My wife yelled out yes in almost a cry of victory and pushed her as back on his crotch. They stayed locked together for a short while, her head on my lap, then Anthony pulled back and collapsed sitting onto the floor, my wife gave my cock a kiss and then my lips a deep kiss I kissed her back hard and said you were fucking wonderful, never seen you like this before. She sighed deeply and said it was fantastic and then looked down to my raging hard cock and said, ahhh my pooor baby still left all alone. I said forget it I'll sort that out later tonight I think we ought to clean up a bit this room is full of the smell of sex and you look like you are going to fall asleep. Anthony also looked completely fucked, I said sleep over tonight, you probably need to chill out for a while before getting back on your feet. I was like a mother to the two of them, sorting them out, preparing the beds and flopping them down in their respective rooms. Anthony in the spare bedroom and my wife in the matrimonial bedroom. After tucking them in I slipped in next to my wife and gave her a wet kiss on the forehead. Whispering go to sleep darling and then cuddling her as she slipped into deep breathing and a relaxed sleep. My cock was still hard but there seemed a satiation to the night, yes I could have fucked but for some reason I had a calmness to it. With the images of what had just happened replaying in my mind I fell asleep to. Soon as I get some more time I'll tell you have things moved on, we are in an incredible time of our relationship, with alot more excitement and energy than has happened for a while. Like young kids again. But I am getting ahead of myself, as soon as I get the time I'll post some more. bye bye all and hope the wait was worth it. ¨ Rick ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------- Rick () I hadn't quite seen it in such poetic terms but thanks for the positive feedback it inspires one to write more. Which is exactly what I am going to do. The morning after. Well the usual morning rush came and my wife had gotten up before me and presented me with a cup of coffee, I slowly came to the land of the living and smiled at her and asked how she was. She replied that she felt really good and so incredibly relaxed. Like some inner tension had been relieved that had been with her for months. She told me that she had already brought a cup of coffee to Anthony and they had spoken about last nights adventure. From what she said it was clear that there wasn't going to be some massive existential crises or soul searching about the matter and we both relaxed into this new state of being. The love and affection was still there strongly and we spoke like we had just been to a really good party and flirted with others all night rather than involving another person into our sexual relationship. The most pleasant thing was the friendship that we both had with Anthony before last night, and rather than changing that for the worse and seeing him as a threat, the sharing we had done had cemented his friendship more in our minds. Anyway it was getting on and the sick don't take holidays so I got up, dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Anthony was already downstairs and we smiled warmly at each other. We chatted really easily and discussed the nights events, it got to a point where I was recommending certain things my wife really enjoyed in bed until she came in and said, dont give away all her secrets all in one go a girl has to retain some mystery, we smiled and I parted for work, leaving her and Anthony alone. As my wife and I kissed at the door I said have fun today and make you don't gt up to anything I wouldn't do, she laughingly responded, seeing that you would get up to anything that leaves me an extremely wide scope. The day in work dragged on and on and I was dying to get home to talk with this new incredible woman who was my wife. When I got back she was sitting alone on the sofa with just a dressing gown on. I asked her what kind of day she had had and she responded with, well your just going to have to find out, with that she parted her thighs and the dressing gown opened. Her cunt was open, swollen and moist and I knelt down beside her to have a closer look. Well there was the signs of sperm just inside her vagina and I could not resist an overwhelming urge to bend my head down and began kissing her open lips. The smell was familiar but with an additional component and as a confirmed devotee to the fine art of cunnilingus I began to kiss, lick and tongue her pussy with building passion, excitement and gusto. I was loving it and she was starting to stream fluid into my mouth. Her additional lubrications bringing forth a flow of Anthony's sperm and her juice. My hands reached up to play with her nipples and she began thrusting to increase the pressure of my mouth and nose that were now buried deeply into her ripened cunt. With a gasp of pleasure she thrust down hard and I was rewarded with a gush of hot sweet fluid that I eagerly swallowed. Yet again I hadn't come myself but yet again it didn't seem important and absolutely necessary. Curious for me because usually I am so greedy in bed. Anyway she said that was rather good and I haven't felt so spoilt or adored in a very long time. Did you enjoy yourself and how was it having some other mans sperm in there. I said I had had a great time and the sperm was different than the usual taste but not entirely unpleasant, I must give it a go direct from source one day. She raised an eyebrow and responded, well perhaps I may just like to see that but don't get any ideas, I haven't just started being greedy and having two men, to then lose them both by them going off with each other. I said there was no fear of that, curiosity was my main agenda and I loved her body far to much to want to do a runner. We kissed and got on with a warm cuddly evening. Curious this wife sharing scenario, I am getting more in the way of sex. and more in the way of love and affection. It doesn't seem to fit the expected scenario but hey I'm not complaining. More to come, I have much to tell you. -- Rick Aaargh my spelling is all over the place. Here is a quick revision of what i just uploaded. Still terrible but by now I'm getting to tired to care. Read on McDuff It has been quite a while since my last posting and my apologies to all who have been waiting expectantly for the next installment to the tale of me the Mrs and and Anthony. I suppose I should introduce the Mrs, her name is Arabella Our current set-up might seem strange to a few but it seems completely natural and right to us. We have been sharing our relationship for the last year and if anything we have fewer arguments now than ever. I suppose some of the sexual tension is gone and we are still in an infatuation period with our new set up. Sometimes it feels like we have a big secret that know one else knows about and it causes us to giggle at how everyone else see us as so respectable and upstanding. Anthony is in the bosom of our family and much has been cleared up in terms of the relationship. I doesn't want or expect to run off with Arabella, she doesn't want to leave me. In bed I lose any control but in the house I'm boss, I think it was important getting this clarity from the beginning and a good balance of power and control. I'm a great one for the idea of balance. Power and control in some areas, weakness and loss of control in others. In this way you get to retain a sense that things are manageable but also retain the ability to let go and let things happen so that the unexpected and new can emerge. Though I suppose it is still abit of a sham because when it boils down to it, I am saying when I want to have no control. I'm sure life is going to throw a curved ball at me some time and it is all going to become very chaotic and crazy but until then I'm going to get my thrills where I can. So where was I, never did get to the shopping for lingerie bit. Lingerie what a wonderfull thing. I love going lingerie shopping though it always seems such a cross purpose, she goes for something practical and I always head for the frivolous and daring. She goes to Marks and Spencers for knickers and I drag her off to some corsetry shop in Soho. There isn't a woman I know who hasn't been locked in an eternal battle between her underwear and her man. Though even Arabella admits to feeling more sexy and confident when she has the full basque, stockings and suspender bit on when we go off to a theatre or opera. Anyway we had planned to go shopping and this little trip was specifically for the purpose of getting a few sexy outfits for Anthony. It was going to be a little adventure where the single purpose was to find something titilating, you see what I mean about things getting better between us two, as far as I am aware Arabella hadn't gone out of her way to do something specifically and overtly sexual before Anthony came along but since then she has been more sensual and sexual as if the sexual side of her has been released and now it was OK to just get down right dirty without going through some weird trip about propriety, what happens to women to get them so uptight about enjoying themselves sexually. So off we toddled down Oxford Street doing the Harrods, Selfridges and Debenhams lingerie sections, me taking every oportunity to stroke a frilly silky thing were I could and both of us discussing what would be nice, what would show off her assets and what our Anthony might enjoy most. I tended to go for anything sheer and black whilst she was thinking cup sizes and right fit, ahh women always so practical. The whole shopping trip was enhanced greatly by the thought that she would be wearing this soon and for the pleasures of the two men in her life. I have seen a lot of talk about sluts in the labyrinth, and while my mind doesn't instantly come up with that phrase to describe Arabella, I was getting to enjoy the term and applying it to my sweet wife. I think there is definately process occuring in the both of us, she opening up and me getting to realise that it is OK infact more than OK to think of her in terms of a sexual object. Before the women go, "ohhh thats really misogonistic" let me say quickly that at times there has to be an objectification of your sexual partner and at other times, a time when you worship her, and yet other times when you just treat each other as human beings. Now I don't know whether this is a mature attitude or not but it just seems to have come along with the passing of time. You realise that you don't have to stick to some idealisation of womanhood or some screwed up fear of women that results in abusive relationships, when you are confident and comfortable with each other a bit of abuse, objectification and downright nastiness doesn't have terrible consequences for each others ego's infact you get to have fun with it. As I always say to my more neurotic patients. "You can't explore unless you have a secure home to come back to". Perhaps less obscure is; without the confidence of a secure base you don't have the freedom to go off and take a few risks. But yet again I'm off on a tangent, I'm sure you don't want to hear about my pet theories but, patience you will see where these ramblings head off to at a later date. So we ended going for a number of flimsy and not so flimsy garments. Black....yum my favourite, lacy in parts, sheer in parts... The bog standard rules for engagement applied. Stockings, (fish nets), suspenders, a basque, and to top it off a nice little black choker. I was dying to get home and see her in them and caught a taxi back in the hope that she would try them on as soon as we got home. But alas to no availe she told me that I would have to wait until the evening when Anthony got back, when we could both see it at the same time. I knew she was playing a little waiting game with me, knowing full well that the anticipation of the act helps build up the excitement and energy and of course lust. Well she knew me well and all that day I was in a constant state of arousal and carried a throbbing hard on throughout he day and into the early evening. At last Anthony returned but still we had to wait, she didn't let on that anything special was going to happen that night, but did cook a gorgeous meal and opened up a couple bottles of Fitou. Afterwards she disappeared and Anthony and I settled down on the sofa for a couple lagers and a video. About an hour later in entered Arabella in her new gear, looking absolutely stunning and a complete tart. Her makeup was on heavy, she wore black high heels, the basque, stockings and choker made her look like something out of a porno movie. Anthony was rivetted and myself well I was dumbstruck. never had she put on a show like this and never had I seen her ooze such sexual power as she did tonight. She stood briefly before the both of us and then slowly walked over to where we were sitting. She knelt on the floor and reached out for the crotch of both our trousers at the same time. Gently stroking my erection and I presume Anthonys, unless he was made out of stone, then grasping gently around our cocks. Soon afterwards she leaned back so her bum was on her ankles and said to us, "Ok guys what are you waiting for, are you going to fuck me or what". We struggled to get our pants off, and I don't know how they always seem to manage it so easily in porn movies but when your in lust for some strange reason it's as if your clothes seem three to four times harder to get off. While we struggled to rid ourselves off our clothing. Arabella said " tonight I want the both of you to do and say exactly what you want, don't worry about what I'm feeling don't be embarrased to say what is on your mind, let it out I want to feel like your whore tonight, I want to feel overwhelmed, I want to swim in a sea of sperm of sweat. Fuck me and use me I want to be your cunt". She got on all fours and stuck her tongue out in a most lacivious way and wiggled her bum. I almost blew my poor sperm load there and then, God...and heres me an atheist...what a night, a gorgeous meal, lovely bottle of wine, the lights down low, a warmth and deeply relaxed feling and infront of me a dream. And yes by this time we had both got our clothes off and were sporting hard ons. The throbbing type that bounces your cock up and down in time to the beat of your heart. I went for her arse and Anthony positioned himself to her face, I could see her mouth opening as she leaned forward to take his cock into her painted lips, me I shuffled forward a bit and positioned myself to enter her. Grabbing hold of my cock I nudged it towards her cunt, which was radiating heat, I pushed gently forward and she opened up for me, her cunt wet and hot and parting to allow me entrance. I slid in slowly wishing to saviour that delicious feeling of the first entrance. Arabella was making lovely slurping noises around Anthony's prick and my dear friend was clearly enjoying himself. But these gentle passions soon faded and we were both getting a bit more energetic in our endeavours before long. I reached my hands around her waist and stated thrusting hard and deep into her. Anthony was doing similar and had reached both hands around the back of her head and was thrusting into her mouth. Neither of us as far as I am aware had fucked Arabellas mouth, when I say fucked I mean fucked, you know hard and fast and deep. Now Anthony was pounding into her face and Arabella was taking more cock down her throat than I had ever seen her do before, she was drooling spittle from her mouth and it was thick and slimy. her nose was also running and every once in a while she would retch but then catch a breath and say "that's it go on fuck my face, fuck me you bastard", I had never seen her like this infact it was just a little unnerving seeing the transformation so complete, but nerves or no passion called and nature sped us towards an increasing tempo. Arabella's body was being squashed in the middle between the thrust of Anthony and myself, her body was covered in sweat and both Anthony and myself were soaking, once in a while drops of perspiration flew from us and the smell was heady and intoxicating. I was lost in a whirl of passion and sped forwards to my climax. At last the dam broke and I grabbed Arabellas arse and plunged my cock deep into her womb. My sperm erupted and with it left my whole soul. I screamed an animals cry and accompanying my bellows Arabellas encouragement streamed out of her mouth. She was cooing such sweet words, throwing her head back swirling her hair and complimenting me so deliciously on my ejaculation, words such as, "yea give it to me, yes I love your spunk, let me feel it, shoot it deep inside of me" all this is somehow lost in the telling but there is nothing like a woman telling you how much she is enjoying your ejaculation to make that ejaculation so much nicer. I stayed with my cock buried inside of her to leave now would have spoilt the magic of the feeling, I was still relatively hard but the ejaculation had been so intense it was definately not going to be a night of returns. While my slowly sofening penis rested in Arabella she returned her attention to Anthony, the poor lad had been left with but her tight grip on his dick whilst she was welcoming the entrance of my seed. He did not seem unduly perturbed by the slight interruption and smiled at me as she went down on his cock, still looking straight at me he once more grabbed the back of her head with his hands and proceeded to start long slow thrusts into Arabellas mouth, rather than quick hard jabs he was taking his time to ease as much of his cock down her throat as possible, as before she at times gagged and retched but soon returned to her task and pushed her head down to meet the rthym of his slow movement. Without warning Anthony suddenly pushed in hard and buried his cock all the way into Arabellas mouth she just hung there impaled, he pulled out and then quickly and hard pushed back in, again and again, he started fucking her face and her saliva streamed in great puddles onto the floor, her nose snorted snot and her eyes streamed tears but yet she met each thrust forward of Anthonys with her own downward stroke. I was amazed and still Anthony and I kept eye contact, he smiled and raised an eyebrow, I did similar and I started with words of encouragement, "yes baby fuck his cock with your mouth take it all down, suck that cock you whore, you like that big fat cock don't you, swallow it, swallow it all" once again I write these words and they seem extremely silly in the writing but in the heat of the moment they were words of extreme power that charged me, Anthony and Arabella. Anthony was beginning to adopt those old fimiliar signs that things were getting to an end, his thrusts were getting more jerky, and I think any thought of my poor wifes tender mouth was gone. He pounded away and the snot, saliva continued to pour I have never seen such a complete soggy abandon in all my life. With an incredible lurch forward he cried out and as he did so Arabella gave an incredible snort with her nose and from her nostrils came a copious flow of sperm, she sank back, Anthonys cock popped from her mouth and she retched.... spunk and saliva streamed from her mouth, nose and what seemed her eyes, to collect on what was already a large soggy wet patch on the carpet. I by this time had departed her sweet backside and was watching the show from the side, Anthonys cock began to droop and we both went to Arabella to ask if she was Ok, With tears, snot and slime everywhere she gave a weak smile and said "that that was the best time ever", then a stronger smile broke on her face and she looked around her as if only now coming back to an awareness of her surroundinds and said "what a complete mess the carpets in". I pulled her close to me and said said that she was incredible, words just sort of trailed off and so did we towards the bedroom, colapsed on the bed and suddenly awareness left my body and that wonderfull crashing deep and dark sleep of the recently orgasmed overcame me. And with that my readers I bid due Goodnight and I shall return with further anecdotes of our new found love life. Our slide into debauchery and what a wonderfull time we have been having since discovering that it is good being bad ;-) Take care all Richard -- ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LABYRINTH WIFE SHARING STORY ARCHIVES. http://www.cy-pher.com/labyrinth.html Hope you enjoy them we certainly did. Ann and Mike -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |