Cuckoldry - Wife Given Permission - Husband Devast - Sexgeschichten

Cuckoldry - Wife Given Permission - Husband Devast

... seeing him

tonight unless of course you don't want me to..."

My cock was hard and my heart pounding as I added, "I

hope you accepted."

"Naturally I told him yes. So you agree?" She replied

slyly.

I guessed that it had been Mike who had given her a

good pounding last night but if she didn't want to go

there I definitely wouldn't. I knew that after dinner

tonight Mike would be taking my wife back to his place

and fucking her.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me lustfully.

"I do not want to go anymore. I want to stay in with

you instead. I love you. You are so wonderful with me."

I do not know what made me reply, "No." I shook my head

and continued: "You have to go out now. You promised

him. It's too late to cancel. As long as you call me

tonight after Mike is done fucking you and tell me how

it went. " I said.

She accepted and the day passed very slowly as I

couldn't think of anything else than my wife's date.

That evening the phone rang and Laurel answered. She

closed the door behind her but I could her laughing and

guessed it was Mike making the arrangements.

After that she kissed me briefly and went upstairs to

get ready to go and meet her date Mike. She was ages in

the bathroom and when I went inside I found her shaving

her pussy. Something she had never done before.

She kissed me again and declared that she needed to

shave her pussy before she went out. I volunteered to

help ...

... and soon I had shaved her pussy nice and smooth

for him.

She told me her pussy had been wet all day in

anticipation. She was meeting him for a drink then if

all went well he would be fucking her soon after.

She smiled knowingly at me, looking into my eyes and

asked me to help choose something sexy for her to wear.

I selected a tight min-skirt, sexy black stockings, a

tight top and some lacy string panties. Meanwhile she

put on some heavy make-up perfume and bright red

lipstick.

When she was ready, she turned around and stood before

me. Laurel was dressed in a short sexy number with heavy

make up ready to leave.

"How do I look?" She asked. "I look like a prostitute,

don't I? It's your fault I look like a whore. I hope

you do not complain to me afterwards if I give him an

erection." She said looking at herself angrily in the

mirror.

"Are you going to have sex with him?" I asked, avoiding

her question.

"I'm not sure," she replied not looking at me. I knew

that she would. "Do you want me to?"

I kissed her on the lips, slipping my hand up her skirt

and caressing her between the legs.

"I do want you to. And I want you to make him come hard

inside you. You have to tell me all about it when you

return." I insisted.

"Oh, and one more thing you need to know about him.

He's black."

An image of her white skin against his, his dark cock

in her moist soft pussy flashed in my mind. I was very

hard ...