Leghumper
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The wife and I are an average American MWC, and we like to play. We’re not hardcore swingers; we don’t do the club thing. We just like to make friends and occasionally have adult-oriented fun. Whenever we do play, she always wears at least her silky-sheer suntan pantyhose, with the crotch cut out, and heeled pumps. I like her looking slutty when we do this. We’ve never met another couple or guy that is into her wearing hosiery, but most of the guys didn’t mind her wearing, and we even had a couple oblige by both ladies wearing their silky stockings.
We visit a few online websites where we can make friends, and that’s where we met Darrell. He’s a single black man that lives south of town. He met us at a local pub to have a few takes and get to know each other. Nothing happened that evening, but Christine was just getting warmed up, and “size him up”. I could tell she was interested. He stood about 6’5” tall, moderate build, medium dark skinned, and Christine’s favorite, bald. He was very polite and permisterable with us. We discretely chatting about why we were meeting, and shared a few stories, which kind of laid the ground rules if we were to progress. We continued Email conversations after that evening, mostly Christine sharing erotic fantasy stories and what she likes/dislikes, which all lead up to a planned evening of fun for the upcoming weekend. I enjoy watching Christine with another man, because it’s like my own in-permister porn show. Plus I love hearing (and seeing) her get off with another guy or girl, especially when she’s in hosiery and heels.
Darrell booked a room in a hotel near the highway. It wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t the Ritz either. As we headed his way, he called us to tell us his room number, and he was waiting. We’d be there in 15 minutes. Christine was decked out extremely hot. She had on a red silk teddy under an unbuttoned white collared bloused, Tight jeans, suntan hose (with the crotch ready), and matching red-heeled pumps. She looked so slutty, I wanted to do her before we left, but she wouldn't let me. I had to save it. My cock was dripping the whole way there. I could hardly wait. We arrived, and I walked around the car to open the door for her. She stepped out and I immediately locked my sighted on her sexy heels and ankles as the setting sun shined in her silky hose. As she stepped past me so I could shut the door, her perfume filled my head and made my cock stir. She always wore this scent when we play, so it reminds me of sex. Darrell met us at the door to his room. He had the lights dimmed, and the T.V. was on. He brought his portable DVD player and hooked it up to show some porn. He also brought some beer and wine, and served us as we settled in. All three of us sat on the couch, sipping wine and beer while the porn played, and we casually watched and chatted. Christine commented on some of the scenes, as we both did too.
We all were getting real comfortable. The movie ended with some disco-like music. Christine stood up and started bumping and grinding to the beat. She spun around to face us smirking, with her bangs slightly covering her eyes, she said very coy like that she would like to be porn star. Darrell and I smiled while he replied that he hoped she would be ours tonight. She took her blouse off and dropped it on the floor, and stared at Darrell very erotically as she kicked off her shoes, and unbuttoned her jeans. As she was loosening them and sliding them slowly over her pantyhose covered ass, she asked us what we wanted her to do. Darrell stood up, approached her with his hands on her waist, and said: “let’s go over to the bed so you can give me a BJ.” They walked over to the bed, where Darrell laid down, and Christine stood at the foot. She looked over to me and asked if it was o.k.? I gave her a shrug and expression of why haven’t you started!?!? She was just playing with me, because this was her first black man since she met me, and it’s been over 20-some years since her last one. She turned her attention back to Darrell, and crawled up to him like a cat on the prowl. She straddled his left leg while on her hands and knees, and began kissing him. I was supposed to be taking pictures, and then join in after they started, but I was so stunned by this extremely erotic scene, I couldn’t move except for the stirring in my pants. Darrell’s hands wandered inside Christine’s jeans over her ass. He enjoyed the silky smooth hose he was feeling. Christine’s hand wandered to his crotch, and was pawing at the large slender lump growing in his pants. He whispered to her that he like her hose, and wanted more. She moved back up on her knees for a moment to slip out of her jeans one leg at a time, then turned her attention to unbuttoning his pants. She opened them up and pulled them away to reveal this flaccid black cock that was as big as me when I’m full erect. She smiled and wrapped her hand around him. She held him up as she lowered her mouth towards him. She looked at me and smiled. I knew she was excited about his size. She opened her mouth and made first contact with her tongue. She swung around the side of his hardening shaft and slid her lips up and down, until she finally reached the top where she descended complete over him into her mouth. I could see his cock swell as she worked. He was enormous, at least 12” long and 2 ½” thick! Her sucking up and down made his cock glisten from the wetness. She loosely gripped him with her left hand, sliding her fist slowly up and down the slick shaft as she worked his head with her tongue and lips. She spread her fingers to support him as she started another descent with her opened lips and tongue. As she went down over the top half of him, she wrapped her fingers into a fist around the rest of his exposed shaft, to continue stroking him slowly. The contrast between his shiny black cock, her white hand, red lips, and golden rings was fantastic. She moved her body around with his cock deep in her mouth, so Darrell could feel her hose. He grabbed her ankle and stroked it slowly, working his way up the back of her calf. While she worked him, he tried concentrating on the feel of her hose, but I could tell it was difficult from her B.J. He moved back to her ankle again to grab it and draw her foot to his face. She rubbed the bottom of her hosed foot in his face as he inhaled deeply to get its musky scent. He made his way back up her leg to her neatly trimmed pussy, and began fingering her. She obliged by opening her legs. She worked his cock, getting him very wet. She worked up and down loosely on his shaft with her hand and mouth milking his balls of his seed. Just as she opened her mouth over his head, he unloaded with a large stream of cum which shot over her face, and into her hair. She kept sliding her loose hand up and down his shaft as shot after shot of cum erupted, splashing her cheek and chin. She slid the head of his cock across her chin only to have some of those streams hit her half opened mouth, covering her teeth and awaiting tongue. There was so much cum, that it rolled off her chin, and down over her hand, partly covering her rings. He flexed his cock with each slide of her hand up and down. She gripped him, and stoked him to milk him of all his cum. She cleaned the cum off his cock by sliding her tight fist up over the head, onto the back of her hand. She wiped it all on her thigh, working it into her hose. She knows I love dried cum stains in her hose.
She turned her attention to his massive cock, sucking him hard. In between sucks, she said that she wasn’t done with him yet, she wanted that massive shaft buried in her pussy. She worked Darrell until her was hard. She climbed up over him and slide his meat up into her wanting wet pussy. Her puss devoured his cock all the way to his balls. She arched her back and let out a deep guttural moan as she slowly began a rhythmic bounce up and down. Each down thrust made her moan deeper and loader, and she tightened her body to prepare for the immense depth. She rode him for what seemed like hours. His cock turned her into a wild slut, moaning and groaning. Darrell went from holding her breasts to wrapping is hands around her waist, to sliding them up and down her hose. He was in ecstasy. So was she. Christine kind of returned to reality long enough to tell Darrell she wanted him deeper. She rolled off to his side, on her back. They both laid there kissing, while she held his cock with both hands. He climbed up above her and she spread her leg to receive him. Again, on the first entry, Darrell slid himself deep into Christine’s wet pussy, only to have his balls be exposed. She almost squealed as he did so. Darrell slowly began to slide himself in and out. With each thrust Christine arched her back and squealed telling him that he’s so deep. Her squeals of pleasure were mixed with commands on how deep she wanted his cock. Soon, she began to say that she was about to cum, as Darrell exclaimed he too was near. Two more thrusts and both Darrell and Christine moaned deeply together. He was as deep as he could go pumping his load deep into her pussy. Christine rose off her back from the bed to meet him, moaning “fill me up!”. She kept repeating over and over to him to not move. He obliged. Her concentration on his cock was very intense as she grabbed him with her pussy, making her cum wave after wave across her body. She grabbed at the sheets to the sides of her to help her cum. Christine came at least five times with Darrell’s black dick buried deep inside her. He slid out with an exhaust fall to the bed next to my lady. Christine lay there, on her back, catching her breath. Her chest heaved deeply, as sweat rolled down her side under her breast. She lay there unmoved, legs spread, her pussy ever so slightly quivering. His cum had dried to a nice whitish splotch on her thigh in her hose. She looked totally spent.
Darrell sat up to cool down. Christine stirred and turned to place her head on his stomach. His soft black cock lay across his thigh, with a drizzle of cum dripping down his leg. It was inches from Christine’s face as she laid her head in his lap. She looked down at me, spread her legs to let me watch her finger her pussy. Darrell’s cum was dripping out of her pussy as she stroked her clit. She had Darrell’s cum dried on her chin, neck, chest, and hose. While they fucked, I undressed. Cum had dripped from my hard cock. I walked to her and stood between her legs. She picked up her feet to place them on my cock. I grabbed her hosed ankles and enjoyed the foot job for a minute. I didn’t want that, I wanted in her fucked pussy. I spread her legs by her ankles, and moved to kneel on the edge of the bed. I slid myself into her. Darrell had her so loose and wet, it was unbelievable. I slid in all the way to my balls with not a flinch. She was so hot, wet and loose, I fought to hold back my cum. I loved the feeling of being inside her, with Darrell’s cum before me, and seeing all his dried cum on her. I smelled the musky scent of Darrell’s cum on her breath as she gasped with my cock deep inside her. I began to pump her while half standing, half kneeling on the bed. Christine kept her head on Darrell’s stomach, inches from his twitching cock. He was getting hard again. Darrell began to coach Christine, telling her to concentrate on my cock. With each trust in he would say: “yes….. feel it?”, “you love fucking two guys at once, don’t you?....”. Christine would response with a “Yes!” and coo-ed while I pumped her. She turned her head to face is huge cock. She reached up, grabbed him, and pulled him to her mouth. I lost it when that happened. I’m fucking my wife on her back, she’s totally trashed, and a black man’s cock is in her mouth just inches from my face. I shot a few pumps of cum into her, then pulled out to rub myself on her hose covered ankle and shin. I love the feel of silky hose against my cock, and I love to see dried cum stains on her hose too.
I pulled back for a minute while Christine arched her back to her side to take Darrell in her mouth. Held onto her ankle and stroked her hose. She worked him for a few minutes, then sat up and reached for my cock. I sat down on the edge of the bed, while Christine positioned herself on her hands and knees over me. She began sucking my cock wildly making me grow with each descent. Darrell got up behind her, and slid himself into her doggie style. Christine immediately lost the attention on me as Darrell plunged deep. She groaned and moaned: “Yes I want it again!”. Darrell commander her to keep suck me, he wanted to watch her make me cum while he fucked her. She tried to oblige. It was difficult to concentrate. She worked at it, and started making progress. She worked me like she did Darrell earlier, except she was talking dirty to me. She was asking me if I liked watch her fuck a BBC, and of coursed agreed. She told me how deep he went, and how good it felt to let go when she came. She worked me some more with her hand and mouth, in between squeals of pleasure. She had be nearing to cum when she told Darrell to not stop pumping, because she was near too. While she held my cock, she stopped sucking just long enough to moan out a long “yeeeeesssss”, and that’s when I came. I shot a quick spurt onto her face, just next to her mouth. She went back down me, sucking hard to milk me of all my cum. I felt the waves slowly subside as she licked and stroke me with her hand. She realized I was finished, that’s when she turned her complete attention to Darrell’s cock burrowing her pussy. Darrell was grunting with each push, and Christine was answering with a squeal. It wasn’t long before she buried her face into the mattress to scream in pleasure. She moaned “I’m cumming again!” about six times when Darrell grunted and shoved one last time. He too was shooting another load of cum into Christine’s pussy.
We all collapsed on the bed for most of the evening. We took showers, and dressed. I came out of my shower to catch Christine one more time on her knees, sucking Darrell’s cock. As she worked him we joked that she couldn't get enough! She stopped and laughed with us. We got composed, said our good nights and left for home. While we drove, Christine gave me a fantastic blow job in the car. We were stopped at a traffic light while she blew me. A young girl in the pick-up truck next to us kept looking over seeing Christine’s head bobbing up and down in my lap. When the light turned green I pulled ahead. After a few blocks, I looked back in the mirror just in time to see that girl lean over to the guy driving, and disappear behind the dash. Apparently, she like what she saw, and wanted to do the same. We got home, and we sat in the driveway for a few minutes while Christine blew me. I reached over to her unbuttoned jeans to cop a feel of her hosed legs and ass. She obliged me by lifting her right foot onto the seat, I was able to slip a finger into her hot, wet pussy. We worked each other for a few minutes until we realized that neither of us could cum. We were so tired. We stopped, went inside, and crashed in bed, holding each other.
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