Being Cuckolded #21 Nottingham Weekend Part 1
We were in Nottingham for the weekend, my wife had some business to attend to and since I wasn't doing anything, I went with her. Was a bit of a slog driving all that way, my wife spent most of it working while I drove.
By the time we arrived in Nottingham it was getting late, we were both tired and traffic had been hell. To make things worse we couldn't find the hotel we were staying at, I must have driven past the road it was down five times. Ending up back on the busy ring roads and getting stuck bumper to bumper in yet more traffic.
Finally, after we had argued about who booked this stupid hotel and didn't get a post code for the sat-nav, we stumbled upon it. After parking up and carrying our suitcase...which must have had a weeks supply of my wife's clothes in it, we fell into bed.
I admit the thought of a dirty weekend away was why I was happy to drive up there. We were too tired and stressed to get in the mood that night though. My wife had to have a meeting early Saturday morning too. So the whole sexy fun idea was a bust.
The following day I spent wandering around Nottingham city. My wife was working so I was on my lonesome for most of the day. By the afternoon she had sent me a text to say she was finished and I could pick her up. She was in a foul mood, things had not gone well at work.
I tried to cheer her up by showing her what I had bought during the day. She sat on the hotel bed with me, pretending to be interested, but obviously still pissed. Once I realized that wasn't going to work I changed tack and suggested we go get some dinner at the pub.
After a few drinks and a good meal she seemed to relax a little. We sat in the corner of the pub, it was actually quite busy, there was a live band setting up on the other side. The lighting was dimmed for extra mood, or maybe the bulbs were just dusty!
I had a plan to ply my wife with alcohol and then take her back to the hotel and make her scream to orgasm all night long. A dirty weekend of fun could still be salvaged if I got her relaxed and horny.
To that end my hand had been gently stroking up the insides of her knees, for the past few minutes. I knew she had stockings on, I had watched her put her grey skirt suit on this morning. Only hold ups but still, I knew I could tease those thighs open with the right strokes.
As I made soft, circles between her legs under the table, she sat there sipping her drink. Her face was flushed, I'd been buying her drinks for a while. Her eyes were looking big and shiny, I kissed her gently and felt her legs part for me.
She sat back, smiling at me as she shuffled the hem of her skirt up to give me greater access. I watched her eyes flicker and her red lips open as I touched the soft skin above her stockings.
We pretended to be watching the band as I rubbed my wife's pussy under the table. It was still awkward, but I seemed to be doing a good enough job regardless. I could feel how wet and juicy she was, her thighs were slippery, although that may have been from my wet fingers fumbling around.
Then...out of the blue my wife started asking me about my interracial fantasy. We had discussed this before, she visits XHamster with me or sometimes on her own, she sees the favorites I put up.
She likes hearing what turns me on, she teases me on it sometimes, since she doesn't believe it. I've tried explaining I don't believe it either, but if you pretend, if you act like it's a real thing, as with all fantasy, it makes that arousal more powerful and more sexy.
All sexual enjoyment is enhanced by what you think, which stimulates how you feel, even before your body is physically stimulated. So if you reinforce a fantasy with some dirty talk, pretend you believe it, act like it's real, you enhance the fantasy and make it more enjoyable.
You can have good physical sex sure, but if you can get your mind in the right spot as well...fireworks happen. Anyway, she questioned me about it, asking me if I believed black guys were better, if they were more hung and satisfied white women more. The whole time she was gazing at me and questioning me with an amused interest, I was still rubbing her pussy....she was totally getting off on it, even if she denies it now.
Her hips were working under the table, her face was glowing, I thought she would cum right there in the pub. I was getting so horny, imagining how I was going to make her cum when I got her back to the hotel room.
My wife abruptly slammed her legs shut, reaching down she pulled my hand out and patted it. Leaning forward and kissing me deeply, she whispered into my ear. Let's find out...go and ask him, she raised her hand pointing toward a guy sat at the bar, he was the black guy she had been ogling across the pub all evening apparently.
By the time we arrived in Nottingham it was getting late, we were both tired and traffic had been hell. To make things worse we couldn't find the hotel we were staying at, I must have driven past the road it was down five times. Ending up back on the busy ring roads and getting stuck bumper to bumper in yet more traffic.
Finally, after we had argued about who booked this stupid hotel and didn't get a post code for the sat-nav, we stumbled upon it. After parking up and carrying our suitcase...which must have had a weeks supply of my wife's clothes in it, we fell into bed.
I admit the thought of a dirty weekend away was why I was happy to drive up there. We were too tired and stressed to get in the mood that night though. My wife had to have a meeting early Saturday morning too. So the whole sexy fun idea was a bust.
The following day I spent wandering around Nottingham city. My wife was working so I was on my lonesome for most of the day. By the afternoon she had sent me a text to say she was finished and I could pick her up. She was in a foul mood, things had not gone well at work.
I tried to cheer her up by showing her what I had bought during the day. She sat on the hotel bed with me, pretending to be interested, but obviously still pissed. Once I realized that wasn't going to work I changed tack and suggested we go get some dinner at the pub.
After a few drinks and a good meal she seemed to relax a little. We sat in the corner of the pub, it was actually quite busy, there was a live band setting up on the other side. The lighting was dimmed for extra mood, or maybe the bulbs were just dusty!
I had a plan to ply my wife with alcohol and then take her back to the hotel and make her scream to orgasm all night long. A dirty weekend of fun could still be salvaged if I got her relaxed and horny.
To that end my hand had been gently stroking up the insides of her knees, for the past few minutes. I knew she had stockings on, I had watched her put her grey skirt suit on this morning. Only hold ups but still, I knew I could tease those thighs open with the right strokes.
As I made soft, circles between her legs under the table, she sat there sipping her drink. Her face was flushed, I'd been buying her drinks for a while. Her eyes were looking big and shiny, I kissed her gently and felt her legs part for me.
She sat back, smiling at me as she shuffled the hem of her skirt up to give me greater access. I watched her eyes flicker and her red lips open as I touched the soft skin above her stockings.
We pretended to be watching the band as I rubbed my wife's pussy under the table. It was still awkward, but I seemed to be doing a good enough job regardless. I could feel how wet and juicy she was, her thighs were slippery, although that may have been from my wet fingers fumbling around.
Then...out of the blue my wife started asking me about my interracial fantasy. We had discussed this before, she visits XHamster with me or sometimes on her own, she sees the favorites I put up.
She likes hearing what turns me on, she teases me on it sometimes, since she doesn't believe it. I've tried explaining I don't believe it either, but if you pretend, if you act like it's a real thing, as with all fantasy, it makes that arousal more powerful and more sexy.
All sexual enjoyment is enhanced by what you think, which stimulates how you feel, even before your body is physically stimulated. So if you reinforce a fantasy with some dirty talk, pretend you believe it, act like it's real, you enhance the fantasy and make it more enjoyable.
You can have good physical sex sure, but if you can get your mind in the right spot as well...fireworks happen. Anyway, she questioned me about it, asking me if I believed black guys were better, if they were more hung and satisfied white women more. The whole time she was gazing at me and questioning me with an amused interest, I was still rubbing her pussy....she was totally getting off on it, even if she denies it now.
Her hips were working under the table, her face was glowing, I thought she would cum right there in the pub. I was getting so horny, imagining how I was going to make her cum when I got her back to the hotel room.
My wife abruptly slammed her legs shut, reaching down she pulled my hand out and patted it. Leaning forward and kissing me deeply, she whispered into my ear. Let's find out...go and ask him, she raised her hand pointing toward a guy sat at the bar, he was the black guy she had been ogling across the pub all evening apparently.
11 年 前
It all began one morning a couple of months ago. My husband and I were having an argument - a silly thing that just kept escalating. I think now that some part of it, at least, had to do with my own sexual tension. You see, we've been married for 12 years, and sex has become routine, mundane...and a lot of the time, non-existent. I needed something, but I didn't know exactly what. Anyway, the argument got loud. We were literally yelling at one other as he stormed out, got in his car and left. The neighbor boy was in the garage tinkering with the mower, getting it ready to cut our lawn. His father had asked my husband if he could use any help, as his son wasn't working at the time. My husband consented. Now he stormed past the boy.
I began to cry as my husband took off in the car, leaving two streaks of rubber down the driveway. The boy approached me, kind of timidly, and asked if he could do anything. I hadn't even realized he was there, but when I heard his voice I just went into his arms and began sobbing. He held me a long time, patting my back and telling me it would be okay, etc...and then I just felt such love and gratitude towards him. I put my hand on the side of his face and kissed him. A black boy!
This sounds like a porn video, I know! lol He didn't return my kiss, not at first. But after a few moments I could feel his tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth, just a little. His tongue slid between my lips, but only the tip. I tensed a little, and he pulled back. He said he was sorry. He said softly, as explanation, that he found me so attractive he couldn't help himself. That touched me in a way I can't begin to explain. I looked up at him and into those deep brown eyes, and I told him it was okay...that I probably needed something like that. He chuckled. Then he told me he'd seen me in the kitchen once, in just my bra and panties, and told me he'd watched; that he couldn't turn away. Suddenly I felt sexy again, sexier than I had in a long time. I could feel myself dampen, and against all my instincts I asked him if he minded kissing me again. He did, and this time I opened my mouth wide and let his tongue touch mine. It was all over after that!
After about 5 minutes of making out in my garage, and getting more and more aroused, I took his hand and led him into the house...through the living room and into the guest room. I locked the door behind us. He told me he was scared - I said not to worry; that this was my decision and I wouldn't let anything happen to him. He sat on the end of the bed and I pulled his shirt off, then started kissing all over his chest. I could see he was hard; he just had a pair of shorts on, and the end of his cock was peeking out the bottom. OMG, I had never seen such a
Love to read the continuation...