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By *ntnCleo OP Couple
over a year ago
Dortmund (Germany) might travel! |
Chapter 9 – Once you go Black you will never go back…
Prologue:
I need to open this chapter with an apologetic caveat. In the circles of sexual experience, it seems acceptable to characterise people by race. Men of African origin feature strongly and have attracted a whole number of – usually very positive – generalisations. The binary categorisation of black or white seems widely accepted in this context, and the term black appears in a great number of themes and references; Black men, BBC, Black on White etc. Indeed the theme of Black Men constitutes an entire and very popular sub-genre of pornography. In the forums, men commonly use these terms as positive references to their own attributes. I have taken this as reassurance that in this context none of these terms are offensive, and hope this is the case, as it is my intention to entertain, not to offend. In this chapter, therefore, I have used these terms freely, deliberately inferring the positive implications associated with them, without which a description of these incredible experiences would be much more difficult.
The experience:
It is hard to believe that only a month ago I was mourning the fact that I had not seen Cleo uberhorny for nearly a year, and was privately lamenting the paucity of sexual exploration during that time. I even wondered if I would ever see her in that hyper-aroused state again. Now, in retrospect, I reflect on that thought as something akin to a European sitting down on a warm evening in August 1939, and casually remarking that there had not been a war in ages. In both situations, neither individual had any idea of the scale of the storm that was about to utterly engulf them. That was as far as I was going to take this analogy however, now that I ponder upon it a little more, I recognise that a frivolous comparison could be made between the Blitzkrieg, and what was about to happen at the Fun4Two Swingers’ Club; both events involved sudden and deep penetrating invasions by massive, insurmountable forces, triggering utter ruin and absolute surrender.
However, I suspect that the similarities end there, as there were undoubtedly fewer Big Black Cocks featuring in Hitler’s Aryan Wehrmacht and, if I am allowed to be flippant without offending, I might venture to say that the Poles did not enjoy their invasion anywhere near as much as Cleo did hers.
But I am way ahead of myself now. The story of course begins with the build-up.
I broached the idea of attending Fun4Two a couple of weeks before the proposed date. For those who do not know it, Fun4Two is one of the best Swingers’ Clubs in the world, not far from Amsterdam. We had been once before, so the idea was not new, however I can never be sure how Cleo’s reaction to such a suggestion might be. The first thing she asked was what is the theme for the night? This was not an outright rejections, but she sounded suspicious. I hesitantly told her that it was Gigolo Night, a monthly event at which they have up to 16 hot gigolos from all ethnicities who are available to fuck the women on demand. This admission would expose my intentions as openly as the pussy of a woman strapped into a gynae chair…but I am getting ahead of myself yet again!
I cannot remember if Cleo actually shrugged or not, but certainly her response was that casual; she tried to appear completely nonplussed. However, I detected a brief sparkle in her eyes and thought it was accompanied by a hint of a smile. Presumably this was because she knew exactly what my aspirations for the night would be, a sort of I know what you’re up to! response. But also because she herself must have found the idea exciting. From past experience, such an open first reaction was both unexpected and welcome. If in plain light of day Cleo’s initial response to a suggestion that she fuck a series of hot men was even slightly positive, what would she be like when given a little time to anticipate and fantasize?
To enable this adventure there was a little organising to do as the plans for the weekend were somewhat complex. I had work commitments on the Dutch-German border not far from Cologne and, as it was quite a drive from home, I didn’t fancy undertaking it on the morning of my appointment. This gave us the opportunity to spend the previous night in what is recognised as one of the most cosmopolitan cities in Germany; we could have a meal out and then move on to one of the many bars in the historical centre. An additional attraction was a store on the outskirts of Cologne that sells some very sexy clothing and lingerie; I had wanted to take Cleo here for a long time and it was pretty much en-route. To combine all these, I planned for us to leave the night before the appointment, drive to the clothing store, then stay in Central Cologne overnight. The next day we would travel to my appointment, then carry on to Rotterdam in plenty of time to prepare for the Club.
We got away a little late and Cleo didn’t seem that fussed about missing the store.
“I’ll just buy stuff I don’t need!”
But it is not just your average clubwear store; from the website it seemed to have a unique variety of sexy evening wear. There was a lot of leather and chainmail in Gothic-Vampire and Roman Gladiator-inspired styles for women and men; Cleo and I both find these styles hot, so I thought it was worth getting her over the threshold so she could see the collection for herself. It was, however, closing at 8pm and I was watching the clock for the entire journey. Initially the satnav predicted an ETA of 19:30 then, the longer we were delayed, it crept frustratingly closer to 20:00. As Cleo wasn’t over-enthusiastic to begin with, she thought my haste was a bit pointless. Eventually I agreed that we were not going to arrive in time and she reset the satnav to take us directly to the hotel.
But once she reset the satnav our route barely changed; in order to reach the hotel we would virtually bypass the shop, so Cleo had a change of mind and suggested we may as well drop in. That hint of encouragement was all I needed; risking speeding fines we arrived at the store at 19:45.
As soon as we arrived, the late middle-aged man who greeted us informed me that he was closing in ten minutes. I said we had driven a long way and just wanted a quick look.
“Kein Problem,” he reassured me but, with regards the inconvenience caused, his tone was at odds with the connotations of the phrase employed.
The moment we were inside it was obvious to Cleo that this was indeed a special store; she started rushing around locating all sorts of incredibly sexy things to (almost) wear. I noticed – with some satisfaction I will admit – that she was now excited by more and more revealing outfits than was her custom. Three or four years previous she had been far more conservative, and would have been trying to find outfits that hid parts of her beautiful body. Now, however, the first thing she decided to try on was so revealing that one could question whether it could be considered clothing at all.
I helped her choose a second, and a third, and was very much looking forward to the fitting. The shop was empty and it was now closing time, but the owner said another ten minutes would be fine. It struck me that perhaps he was looking forward to the fitting as well.
Cleo disappeared into the change room and the owner suggested she needed some heels. We had this conversation in German but it was relatively straight forward; not shoes to buy, he was saying, just for the fitting. The legs look much better in heels. Well, Cleo is a heels addict so I picked out some incredibly high heels a passed them around the curtain to her.
The main question in my head was whether Cleo would put on a public or private exhibition. Would she come out of the change room to show off her garments to us both, or stay behind the curtain and ask me to look in? The proprietor must have anticipated this as he was playing down the more public option, declaring that he had owned this shop for 40 years and that over that time he had seen everything; I could certainly believe that. Every Friday and Saturday night, he explained, the store was open until midnight and he advertised it as a party venue, with a cocktail bar to help lubricate customer fittings and purchases.
Then during this discussion with the owner, mid-sentence, my question was answered; Cleo emerged.
My God. It was like an angel descending from Heaven…well, in some ways. She was angelic, yes, but with a difference – not so virtuous I suppose. More like a hot, slutty, wanton angel, who retains that slightly pure appearance, even though she have no interest in representing God and furthering His greater purpose, but in reality is intent on fucking your brains out, along with any other friends you might wish to bring to the party.
I have mentioned Cleo’s curves before, but am happy to revisit the subject as it is one of my personal favourites. She is sublime. The perfect curves of her peachy arse, so arousing that if an artist could capture them in just a single line on white canvas, that artist would immediately be cast among the greats of all time. The sway of her hips makes your loins pucker and quiver like a mouth sucking on a lemon. Her waist rises slim above her hips, but with that womanly tummy which gives you the irresistible urge to wrap your arms around it and press your head against it. Then the hanging fullness of her breasts, with the most perfect large nipples that simply beg you to fill your mouth with them.
The chosen garment hid none of this – indeed it accentuated her attributes. It was black, completely sheer, creating a dark misty veil, the transparency of which was not designed to conceal, but instead to draw your eyes straight through it to the supple pleasures beneath. It hugged the waist, then fell in a long skirt that was strategically split in several places. It caressed her arse, sliding over it, but with a rear split that started in the small of her back to ensure the inviting crevasse formed by the meeting of her full buttocks was completely unobscured. In the front it was split up the line of each thigh, forming a central panel through which her pussy teased and beckoned, hidden beneath the tiniest lace thong. The splits exposed completely her perfect skin, but embellished it with criss-cross black silk lacing that invited untying. Her legs are incredibly shapely at the best of times, but were enhanced by the heels that moulded her calves and ankles into two independently erogenous shapes all of their own.
For all this, it was hard to keep my eyes from her breasts, and no matter where my vision strayed it was repeatedly drawn back to those twin sensual icons. The laced waist of the garment pushed them up so that they were completely on display, and the nipples pushed through, reaching towards my urgent mouth.
My cock started to swell.
Not only was she hot, but the fact that she had walked out so brazenly to display her carnal assets to both the shop owner and myself – this was also extremely horny.
He was impressed, and for some inexplicable reason from that moment on his urgency to close the shop and go home completely disappeared. I cannot think why. He started suggesting garments himself – she would look good in this or that, and now he led the hunt through the racks for what he guessed would be her size.
It was half an hour after closing time when we actually left the shop, having purchased the original outfit she had tried on, along with another that was only slightly less revealing, complemented by a gorgeous pair of very high black and red heels. We had also left with a promise that we would be back soon, perhaps for one of his Friday or Saturday night fitting parties, when Cleo could try on every garment in the shop.
It is interesting to reflect on the fact that everything we bought there was black, and remembering the way the black contrasted against her creamy skin, I can see this now as having been a premonition as to what lay ahead.
We reached the hotel in Cologne and headed straight out. I think I have mentioned an illness we have; hedonitis is the medical term. Worse than small pox or tuberculosis or bubonic plague, this illness dictates that you can never go to bed until every other option is excluded. It is a rather embarrassing illness for two adult parents and professionals who are meant to be reserved and responsible; at this we fail utterly. This evening was no exception and, overcome by our illness, we stayed out late at a Tapas bar, made a new best friend of a barman named Miguel (whom we agreed go to Carnival with,) and staggered back to the hotel in the early hours. Despite the business component to this trip we were firmly entrenched in party mode.
The next morning when I woke and checked the time, I somehow convinced myself that there was plenty of time for morning sex. This was not an impressive feat to be fair, as I could be late for my own coronation and, despite the fact that the entire nation would be waiting to see me, could still come to the conclusion that there was enough time for a quick shag before going to receive my crown from the Archbishop. I have no idea how much time we actually had, as my brain was clearly a bit foggy. But my cock was as hard as aching granite, and in this state it can be disproportionately influential. When erect my cock seems to have a direct conduit to the decision-making part of my brain, bypassing any of the meagre neurons that may have a dubious association with rational thought (Cleo would deny there are any at all); this allows it to dictate each and every decision I make. In this state, my cock concluded I had “plenty of time” to have sex and still make my appointment, and somehow I managed to rouse Cleo to cooperate. The special bonus in this situation was that I managed this achievement without having my head caved in or eyes gouged out; Cleo is not a morning person. Subsequently, we had some amazing and exhausting morning sex.
I do not know how long we took; I would have thought no more than 30 minutes. However long it was, when I rolled over to check the time, drenched in sweat and chest heaving, the cock-brain conduit must have been closed. Suddenly I found myself capable of the most basic reasoning; we had less than half an hour to shower, dress, check-out, pay the parking ticket and exit the multi-story parking lot before the deadline for the last possible departure was gone and I would have no chance of making my appointment. What an idiot! The appointment of course had constituted the entire reason for being there in the first place!
In the words of Catpain Blackadder: I think the phrase rhymes with “clucking bell”.
Panic.
I leapt out of bed as if I had been kicked, was on my feet and wrenched the bathroom door wide open ready to spring into the shower and undertake the fastest ablutions in history. My body jerked as if to leap through the door and my foot crossed the threshold, when I froze.
Confusion.
I stood there, door wide open, my skin glistening with sweat and secretions and cum – my cock not even having had enough time to subside yet – staring into the bathroom, my body momentarily immobilized by bewilderment. This made no sense. Someone had changed our bathroom. Why would someone do that? Instead of tiles and a shower and a sink and the rest, there was some faded tartan carpet and ageing wall-lights. And the bathroom had been elongated as in my peripheral vision I could see it disappearing off into the distance to the right.
This made no sense.
Then I had my epiphany; this was the hotel corridor. In my haste and disorientation I had yanked open the door to the corridor, not the bathroom door.
Relief.
The world yet again made sense. This was the corridor. Phew!
A moment of smug satisfaction followed as I stood there with the door wide open, smiling at both my relief as well as my own cleverness at having solved the mystery, when I had my second epiphany of the morning.
Ant, you are standing stark naked covered in sex juice with a half-mongrel that still looks capable of offence…with the door wide open.
By this time Cleo was staring at me in a world of her own confusion.
I stepped back inside and my hand released the door which, being a fire door, closed with a bang. My immediate idiocy was being moderated by a vague alleviation that no one had been in the corridor to see me.
“What’s going on?” asked Cleo, already starting to smile as if she knew the answer.
“I thought that was the bathroom!” I blurted out.
Cleo exploded with laughter. She doesn’t suffer from stress incontinence, but if she did the bed would have been drenched.
“I nearly stepped through,” I answered, as if expecting some sort of sympathy; “the fire door would have shut and locked me out. I was naked.” I turned to Cleo as this dawned on me.
I can be slow!
By the time I had finished my shower Cleo had managed to overcome her amusement and was functioning nearly normally, although to my mind the word nobber seemed to be repeated more often than was entirely necessary. Despite it all we were ready in time and on our way, but without a moment spare for breakfast of even a coffee.
I’ll skip the rest of the day. It was dull. At least until the last appointment was over and we were driving to Fun4Two.
On the drive I had further indication that Cleo was not adverse to a ground-breaking night. We started discussing the gigolos, speculating as to how hot they might be, what race etc. Of course, I had not missed the possibility that there would be some black guys there, and that one of them might have with him The Big Bamboo.
I have a thing about interracial sex – in particular black men on white women. There are a number of generalisations about black men in bed, but from the porn that we had seen they seemed widely applicable.
First, for those who care about cock size, black men have a reputation for having large appendages, and African men are consistently reported as having the largest average cock size of any race on the planet. Having spent several vacations at Hedonism II in Jamaica, surrounded by hot, naked Jamaicans, we knew this from experience. Some of the guys we had seen there were veritable tripods. This is of course a generalisation, and objectifies human beings by the size of their cocks and the colour of their skin, but when you are specifically looking to fuck anonymous men with large cocks, you don’t really care what their many other attributes may be. Of course, not all black men are packing a huge weapon, but with a selection to choose from we were bound to identify some that would live up to the acronym BBC. Cleo denies being a Size Queen, but only at times when she doesn’t have a huge cock stretching her pussy.
Second, the contrast of black skin on white is simply magnificent. I find this so stark as to be a visual and natural art all of its own; no wonder it has so many devotees. I wish I were a photographer so I could dedicate my career to capturing this. For me it works best with a black man on a white woman, as there are other implications that this specific union carries. The white skin always appears so soft and creamy – partially because it truly is and partially because of the juxtaposition – and this only emphasises the delicate sensuality of a woman. I want a woman to be as seductive and alluring and yielding as white silk. When wrapped around and receiving a black man these qualities seem enhanced. The black skin of the man, by contrast, glistens and moves and ripples over the thrusting form, emphasising strength and prowess and masculinity. Man and woman constitute a complimentary opposition; when combined a black man and white woman only polarise this antithesis further. It is like combining a positive and negative charge and thereby creating a circuit.
Cleo was never naturally attracted to black men; she struggled to describe why, but said it had something to do with them being too different, too unfamiliar. I had never understood this and to my mind she was missing a trick, so I continually strived to engender in her an appreciation for hot black men. In the end all it took was a trip to Jamaica to change her opinion dramatically. Despite this, in all our adventures she still had not had sex with a black man, and was consistent in denying that she wanted to; this was a relic of her uncertainty over the unfamiliar. So, whilst I could joke about her having interracial sex and she would laugh along, her humour lasted only so long as the joke was not too serious.
However, in the previous couple of months she seemed to have experienced something of a sea change.
The first signs were in the previous week when we were watching porn as part of our porn-challenge, and some of my contenders for video of the week were interracial; for the first time she started saying that she would do that for me – if I really wanted her to. Such a noble creature! So selfless! Translating this from Cleo-speak it meant she was finding the idea of being fucked by a hung black man quite hot. However, this was somewhat ground-breaking as she had never admitted this before. Then, en-route to Fun4Two, I made a comment about the likelihood that some hot black gigolos would be present and that she would be able to fuck them; interestingly Cleo didn’t object to the joke. The omens were good. I also suggested there was a challenge to be met here, just as in some pubs there is a standing challenge of drinking every beer they stock; could she fuck every gigolo in the place? I came up with various terms for it; Around the World; Complete the Meat Feast; The Cock Challenge etc. Cleo came up with her own; The Meat Buffet, The Cock buffet. She was dismissive of the notion of fucking all the gigolos in the place, but the prospect of one or more – surprisingly – did not seem out of the question.
I also think that the prospect of a huge cock holds a growing attraction for Cleo; this makes me smile. She has always remained adamant that cock size is irrelevant, and that large cocks simply scare her. I could never understand this, and would show her photos of hot, well-endowed men sporting huge erections and her response would be: “I would run the other direction!” or “That’s gross!” Over time, however, she seemed to be coming around to the idea that being fucked by a huge cock was nothing to fear and, indeed, something to look forward to. There were, no doubt, a number of factors that contributed to this change of heart. I think the first was Daniel, the totally disastrous threesome we had experienced with the male escort. In retrospect the thought of him still disgusts her; he did not tick many of her boxes at all. He had been too muscular; too hairy; his skin was darker than her preference at the time; he had continually tried to kiss her which she had not liked at all. However, he did have a nice big, thick cock, and even Cleo could not deny that she had enjoyed it inside her. I think that may have scared her a little; how could his big cock have overcome all these other objectionable features that she was so repulsed by, to the point that when he was fucking her she had not cared much about them at all? It was probably some insight into her primeval lust and desires that scared her, and the way her body had involuntarily responded so positively to being fucked so well. There is not much good to say about that fairly catastrophic first experience, except that Cleo started to suspect that she enjoyed a very large cock.
There were other indications to support this as well. First, she loves to have my entire hand in her pussy. Now I have huge hands, and struggle to find disposable gloves that fit, so it is quite a feat to have my hand sunk into her pussy to the wrist. I have demonstrated before that I cannot fit my hand into a Pringles tin…draw your own conclusions! It takes a long time and a lot of lubricant to get it fully inside her, and sometimes it simply won’t go, however when she is really enjoying being stretched and yearning to be filled, Cleo loves for me to bury my hand completely. Once inside it isn’t going anywhere and absolutely will not budge. I cannot move it in our out, it is just locked in position by her clamping pussy. The best I can do is to rock it back and forwards a little, until her world turns upside-down and the overwhelming sensation of being stretched to capacity is just too much and her poor little pussy starts to spasm on my completely unyielding fist. I find it incredibly sexy; after the event Cleo finds it incredibly embarrassing. When eating crisps and watching a movie on the sofa, I often make a point of being unable to fit my hand in the Pringles tin, usually eliciting a slap in return.
Additionally, we had always played with a lot of sex toys and over time and I had started buying larger and larger ones; Cleo was always surprised and slightly mortified by the magnitude of the dildos and cock extensions that she could both accommodate – and enjoy. Her preferences tended towards the larger toys and, when first exposed to a new, large toy, she often had multiple and earth-shattering orgasms on them. A couple of her favourites had even earned nick-names; Barrington was a dildo that was named after a black porn star with a particularly large and attractive cock; the First Born was a large, girthy dildo she enjoyed so much that she declared it pre-eminent and admitted she may be in love with it. There were others that already had names; a penis extension moulded on Tommy Gunn’s famous cock was very well received, as was – most surprisingly – the Kong Dong.
The Kong Dong is a real monster and deserves its own paragraph. Made of Cyberskin, it is 16 inches long and as thick as a beer can. I cannot remember how I convinced Cleo to try it, as when first she saw it she rejected it outright and would not even look at it. However, I reassured her that it was no thicker than a Pringles tin, and therefore less girthy than my fist. On one toy-testing night I introduced it to her and teased her pussy endlessly with it; in truth I was a little scared myself that it might hurt her. I had no real expectations that it would fit or that she would enjoy it, but the logical extension of my hand fitting in there suggested that the Kong Dong should also. I was determined not to ruin the experience by trying to penetrate her with it until she was completely ready, and to my delight she became so horny and wanted it inside her so badly that in a fit of sexual-frustration she actually grabbed it out of my hands and herself forced it inexorably into her over-stretched pussy. She drove it in slowly and irresistibly as deep as she could, then fucked herself to a rapid orgasm on it. It probably penetrated her no more than six or seven inches, but the girth of it inside her she said was incredible. It was so horny to watch – and I am sure, amazing to experience. She said later that I had teased her so much that lust had overcome all fear and she was just thinking “Oh for Christ’s sake just shove it in me!” She also described a new experience; it was so girthy that not only had it impossibly stretched her, but purely due to the size of it the dildo had stimulated both G-spot and clitoris at the same time, giving her both what she refers to as an internal and external orgasm.
The Kong Dong was never used again. However, we do have a Cyberskin copy of John Holmes’ cock, and it has quickly become her favourite dildo. As I explain to her, John Holmes is infamous for the immense size of his legendary cock, and Cleo loves it; the conclusion seems unavoidable – Cleo is a Size Queen!
So, something else that we can talk about more openly now is Cleo’s fondness for a huge cock. It is certainly a selling point for her (even though she has no aversion to average cocks either), and we discussed the likelihood that there would be some very large cocks for her to try in just a few hours time.
“If I must,” she responded with a laugh, “but I will do it only for you! You do of course understand that I will not enjoy it one bit! It will be completely selfless!”
“Of course I do, my love, you will hate it!”
“Well, as long as you understand that then I will go along with whatever you ask.”
We arrived at the hotel in plenty of time and we were impressed – especially by the size of the bed! It could cater for any number, should that be required. We had perhaps four hours until the club opened, but Cleo would need that to warm up and groom and choose her outfit and – from previous experience – freak out. We had brought some wine with us and had plenty of time to relax. We continued our porn challenge – as it turned out Cleo had quite a number of cocks-I-would-like-in-me themed clips. Surprisingly, they were all interracial, black on white.
“What is going on?” I asked, in mock outrage. “That’s my favourite theme!”
“I know! I just chose them because I knew you’d like them.”
“Really? The theme was cocks you wanted in YOU!”
“And cocks you’d like to see in me,” she retorted. “And I’m not saying these would be bad. Besides, when I searched for monster cock porn it was all black guys that came up.”
Oh…my loins spasmed again and my cock started to swell. In searching for a cock she wanted in her, she had chosen monster cock. Not big. Not huge. No even massive.
Monster.
It had taken years of gentle persuasion, but slowly she had come around. Now, given the task of choosing a sexual partner purely on the basis of his cock, she had chosen monster as the defining characteristic. This was just one more manifestation of this newly admitted predilection.
After the porn-off I was showing her some of the potential meets I had selected on the swingers’ website. There were a number, but one stood out in particular – Mr Girth. He is blessed with the most phenomenally monster cock you are likely to see. Also, it is very attractive, which is rare – Cleo is quite fussy about how a cock appears, at least until it is inside her and she is distracted by how it feels. Mr Girth can grasp his cock with both hands, one above the other, and still has a spare two or three inches of shaft between the upper hand and the huge and shapely head. And the length is not his most remarkable characteristic. His username is completely justified – and verified – as his cock is about as thick as his wrist. Certainly, in the photos when he is grasping his cock, his fingers do not meet the thumbs. Historically, had I shown Cleo even one of these pictures, she would have freaked slightly and then immediately dismissed it. This afternoon however, she had looked with some interest.
“What does his face look like?” she asked. It was a sensible question but one that she immediately dismissed: “actually, with a cock like that, what does it matter!”
Why does that make me so horny? I should feel threatened, but I don’t. I feel totally secure in Cleo; I am absolutely convinced that she would not leave me on the basis of sex and, if she does, she is clearly with the wrong man in the first instance. I do not think our sex life wants for anything – it is awesome. The openness and hunger and intimacy and carnality and the perfect unity are all there and something I have never experienced with anyone else; Cleo says the same. In fact, hard as it is to believe, she claims she never enjoyed sex before she met me; she has said this from the day of our first meet. If that is true, she has certainly learned to enjoy sex since she met me, and I suppose I can take credit for that. I know if I said to her tomorrow that I would never share her with another man again, she would not bat an eyelid. She might even be a bit relieved. Sharing is incredibly horny, but can be complicated for a couple in love. But I want the best of everything for her; the best house; the best car; the best holidays; the best food; the best sex. I cannot get everything for her, but the best sex is one special experience I can give and it costs nothing but love and generosity on my part. Of course we enjoy as many “bests” as we can, but I try to ensure that sex is always in there.
We seemed set for an amazing night and I was full of anticipation. Cleo chose out her outfit – the sexiest and most revealing dress that she had first tried on at the shop the evening before. She wanted to be completely on display, and clearly felt very sexy about it. Previous club experiences had been a mix of excitement and terror; on this occasion Cleo was much more relaxed.
When we arrived at the club Cleo wanted to change immediately. For the first hour or two couples usually wear elegant evening wear, before changing into scant and sexy nightwear. We had come a little under-dressed for this first part. When the guests do change the women tend to wear anything from extremely revealing lingerie and club outfits, to nothing more than a thong. The men usually wear upmarket boxers or slips and perhaps a vest top. As we were a little casual in attire, Cleo said she would feel more comfortable in her transparent handkerchief-sized dress. Clearly, I was not going to object.
When we had changed and returned to the bar area, we had a few drinks and proceeded to check out the other guests. Meanwhile the other guests were all drinking and doing their own share of checking. This is what tends to happen at the clubs in the early stages; everyone tries to pick out candidates for a bit of fun later on.
The gigolos were easy to identify. The club does not allow single men except on special occasions – this was not one of those occasions. Therefore, we presumed that the small cluster of unaccompanied men gathering on one edge of the dance floor must be the gigolos. We looked on with interest. At first there were only a couple, and one by one more men joined them until there were probably seven or eight. As promised they were from a variety of racial backgrounds – Asian, Latino, Caucasian and …African. I asked if any caught Cleo’s eye. She pointed out the obvious choice, a tall and ruggedly handsome black man with a nice smile.
I didn’t waste too much time waiting. I knew these guys might be popular and wanted the best for Cleo, so thought we should get in early – or that he should! As we passed them I stopped and introduced Cleo and myself to Ryan and Joachim, who were chatting together.
Ryan was the first man Cleo had noticed, but Joachim was also a handsome option, with very dark skin, nice eyes and an easy smile. We all talked for a while. Ryan was a personal trainer from Amsterdam – which explained his rippling physique – and worked also as a gigolo elsewhere. We did not get to ask Joachim what he did for a living and the conversation was cut short as the gigolos were obliged to parade themselves on the dancefloor. Ryan told us they were not allowed to go upstairs to the sex rooms for half an hour or so, but promised that Cleo could have the first fuck.
This was quite exciting for me as I had waited for Cleo to experience a black man ever since we had first started sharing fantasies; it had been a long journey! I am not sure what Cleo was thinking – she was pretending she was doing this all for me, which sounds very noble of her, but I also know from long experience that she will not do anything that she does not want to. Clearly her explanation made her more comfortable, and I was happy to go along with the delusion. I started counting the minutes…
A couple of frustrating hours followed. The club is large with an absolute warren of sex rooms in separate wings and over 3 floors, mostly pitch black or very dimly lit with peep holes and entrances you cannot find in the dark. There are stairs and doors and corridors and curtains. Everywhere is the sound of sex – slow sex, fast sex, men grunting, women groaning, some almost screaming. Every corner you turn there is naked flesh entwined or banging away – couples, threesomes, foursomes and groups. There are horizontal surfaces of all shapes and sizes, each with vinyl padded mattresses and towels and lubricant and condoms to hand. The décor varies from room to room – Roman, Gothic, Egyptian, Bondage. In one area there is a mock reconstruction of a street in the red-light district of Amsterdam, with sex rooms done like quaint Dutch houses and shops, with lamp posts out front and lots of people fucking and watching. There is a variety of bondage equipment scattered through the rooms: stocks and crosses and cuffs and chains and strange contraptions that boggle the mind and – our favourite – the gynaecology chairs with the high splayed leg rests. There are several orgy rooms and the second floor is a huge space entirely dedicated to large group sex. There is another wing with quiet rooms and a tantric massage theme, where people enjoy sensual massages and also fuck – just a bit more quietly. There is also a very large sauna and a hot tub area, which is a popular place for a bit of anonymous groping and sucking and fucking.
Through all these areas flows a constant stream of curious people, looking for something that they fancy watching or joining. They are quiet and respectful for the most part, so the sound of sex is not disrupted, and they tend to keep their distance and try not to interrupt what is going on. There are some places that invite closer observation than others – the stocks and bondage crosses and gynae chairs for example. Voyeurs – usually men – often cluster around these quite closely and watch the sex at point-blank range. Sometimes they are asked to join in; sometimes they just presume and join in anyway, although the opportunity to object is always there. The all-pervading rule, however, is respect, and it is an absolute in all clubs – No means No. The slightest hint of a breach of this rule and you will be thrown out or worse. You can imagine that through all of these rooms and people it can be quite difficult to locate a single individual fucking.
We did not find Ryan until later that night. Unfortunately when we did…he was busy having his cock sucked! We came across him again a bit later but this time…he was busy fucking someone else. A third time we encountered him and on this occasion he wasn’t busy, but he had just agreed to get busy and so we would have to wait! He was clearly very popular; at this rate he would be utterly exhausted and be in no state to fuck Cleo at all.
Now from this account it might sound like the entire point of the night was to have Cleo fuck someone else – but this was not the case at all. We thoroughly enjoy sex clubs. I love to see Cleo looking provocative, dressed in something entirely inappropriate for almost any other environment. All night her gorgeous breasts and arse had been on display and received a lot of attention as she drifted through the club like an angel. Heads were constantly turning and admiring her, and two or three of the gigolos were very persistent in repeatedly assuring her that they were extremely available for her. She was wanted, she felt wanted – and that makes her feel sexy. When she feels sexy she wants sex, and is happy to try most anything. Furthermore, in a club it is such a surreal environment that almost anything goes – but nothing is taken away the following day; a sort of what goes on tour stays on tour, except that it is between the couple themselves. We both love the entire environment and the opportunity to indulge each other without inhibition.
We usually do not fuck too early in the night; it takes Cleo a while to warm up and of course fucking is usually a disaster for the hair and makeup. So, we try to avoid looking too dishevelled until later in the evening. But after a few hours circulating I was quite horny, as was Cleo, and suddenly we seemed to come to the agreement that we needed to go and have sex.
There are two gynae chairs in the club, but both were occupied at this stage, so we wandered around for a while looking at other options. What about there? How about here? Should we try in there? Would you like to try that? Finally, we picked an open room which was a thoroughfare, with a long padded area for several people and mirrored walls and ceiling. Only one other couple were engaged there at the time so we had plenty of space to ourselves and set about making love.
It sounds strange but you can absolutely make beautiful and intimate love in a sex club, and that is precisely what we did. Sex with Cleo is nearly always making love for me, even when it’s vigorous. Although we like variety, our favourite position is always missionary, and invariably we end up locked in each other’s arms, my hard body enveloped by her soft curves, my cock deep inside her, completely lost in the most blissful ecstasy. There is nothing more beautiful in the world. Lovemaking always attracts a lot of attention at clubs as well, because the intimacy and passion tends to stand out in that environment. And, in all honesty, being at the more attractive end of the spectrum of people there means that we are usually a fairly popular sight. We have had crowds rattling at cage doors trying to get in, singles standing seemingly mesmerised for long periods, and couples getting aroused and gently masturbating each other as they watched us. It’s a wonderful thing to be able to demonstrate your love like this in public and extremely arousing knowing that you are the source of arousal for others. We have often said: isn’t it cool to know that couples are going away to fuck because they have been turned on watching us!
On this occasion I was completely lost in Cleo. I started by kissing her gorgeous pussy before fucking her from behind and then finally locking into her in missionary. My aching cock was like marble and I could think of nothing else apart from being inside her. The whole time my back was to the passers-by, so I was oblivious to the number of people that stopped and watched; Cleo told me after that we had attracted quite a crowd. She also described the pleasure she had from her position in being able to watch us fucking in the mirrors. She particularly enjoys seeing my back muscles rippling and buttocks contracting as I am slowly thrusting into her; she tried to get me to watch this as well, but of course by twisting my head so far around to look I disrupted the spectacle.
In short, being with Cleo was sublime. First, she spasmed on me, legs and arms crushing me as she writhed in orgasm, her fingers scoring my back until it was bloody. Then soon after I exploded deep inside her and pulse after pulse of cum filled her pussy. There are times when you know that you have expended a huge volume of cum, and it is usually associated with bigger orgasms and stronger and more protracted pulsing; this was one of them.
Exhausted by pleasure and any frustrations we had washed away by this most potent therapy, we took some time to recover before descending to the ground floor for a drink. We chatted away and the night wore on. Personally, the edge of my horniness was curbed by the wonderful sex, but I still wanted to see Cleo with another man. We can have amazing sex any time, and we do, but we don’t need to go to a sex club for that; rarely do we have the opportunity to invite someone else into our sex life. As it got later in the night Cleo could sense the suspense building in me, until finally she stood up, took my hand and said “Right, let’s go upstairs and do whatever it is that you want to do.”
Cleo knew precisely what it was that I wanted to do, but by feigning ignorance it absolved her from the discomfort of having to admit “Right, let’s go and find me some stranger with a big cock to fuck!” Nonetheless it was an admission that part of her was quite up for fucking a stranger, and we both knew that. She did not need to repeat her suggestion.
I led her upstairs, eyes searching for someone suitably hot for her to enjoy. We entered the dark warren of sex rooms, Cleo following obediently as I led her by the hand. We passed an alcove that held one of the gynae chairs; that was free. Good. Only a little further on and a dark figure emerged enough to be recognisable; Joachim.
“Hi, how you guys doing?”
“Yeah we’re good mate. Listen, will you come with us and help me service my wife?” It was quite amusing how casual this was. Joachim responded equally casual:
“Sure.”
And that was it. After all that waiting, that is how sudden it was.
I led the way, Cleo following, Joachim behind her. I led them into the small room with the gynae chair. There was no reluctance at all in the grip of Cleo’s hand. I turned to Joachim.
“Have you got a condom?”
“Yes.”
So, as I helped Cleo on to the gynae chair, then slid her tiny lacy thong down her legs and over her heels, Joachim was to my left unwrapping the condom and rolling it on to his swelling cock. I have said this before but will repeat it as long as people wish to hear; Cleo has the most beautiful and neat little pussy on the planet. Tight, moist, tastes so sweet and, most importantly of all, absolutely loves to be entered and stretched; I have never seen anyone so completely overwhelmed by penetration as Cleo. With a cock in her she temporarily departs this world.
Well, the next cock to send her into orbit was now unveiled beside me. Of course, because Joachim is black, his black cock in that darkness was not so easy to see. The silky skin was glinting a little in the faint light. It looked very large and very thick, but seemed to have quite a bend in it, down and to the left. That might feel nice for Cleo, I thought at the time. It was only later that I realised that when fully hard his cock is as straight as my forearm, so what I was seeing in the darkness was him only partially swollen; even so it was quite impressive. But although I did not get to see the full size of the cock about to enter my wife, it would grow inside her until he was rock-hard, so she would certainly get to feel it.
Cleo was on her back, her legs spread on the rests and her pussy open and vulnerable, gaping slightly. My cum had not leaked out of her yet, so she was incredibly lubricated, and the hint of her pink folds glistened in the dim light. She just lay back in anticipation, as this strange black man stood between her legs and pointed his huge, hard cock at her most intimate entrance. I was standing beside her head, my own cock hardening again, reassuring her that this was going to feel awesome.
“Stretch down and have a feel of the cock that is about to enter you,” I said quietly. It must be a wonderful thing to feel a completely new cock, hard and hot, for the first time. To feel its girth, savour its length, the unique shape of shaft and head, each one unique; it must be especially good when you know it is about to enter you and pleasure you.
But she did not have time. Joachim stepped in closer, holding his engorged erection with his right hand and nuzzled the tip of the swollen head into the entrance of Cleo’s pussy, just far enough so that it was set in place for him to drive it deep into her. It was one of the most memorable sights of my life. This strong, black physique standing between my wife’s spread legs, eager to sink his urgent cock in to the hilt, while she lay there waiting for this complete stranger to impale her. In the pale light her creamy soft skin glowed; whereas his black skin seemed to absorb the light, throwing almost nothing back, except a glint here and there when he moved and the light would reflect off his rippling muscle.
The contrast between them was extreme, like the black and white stripes of a galloping zebra, but far more exquisite than that. It is difficult to think of such an extreme contrast that is both absolute and comparably magnificent; perhaps the pure whiteness of a glowing, full moon, pitted against the deep, inky backdrop of a clear, night sky captures some of it. But there was far more to it than that analogy would suggest, because these were two beautiful, living humans that move and lust, about to unite and satisfy each other in a carnal, mutual pleasure.
I could see that long, thick black rod of engorged flesh, the darkness slightly muted by the condom, pressed into the whiteness of my wife’s welcoming groin; at this moment these were the only parts of their bodies that were touching. It must have been such a strange experience for Cleo. He was a stranger – she didn’t even remember his name at this stage. He was also strange to her, because he was so different from anything she had experienced. I had plucked him out of the darkness, led her in silence to a room where he would fuck her publicly. She had been placed on this chair that opened her completely, feeling totally exposed and making her utterly helpless to sexual penetration; she could not resist even if she wanted to. She could see his shape as a black silhouette in the darkness, and was aware that his hand must be holding an erect cock that he was about to slide into her. That cock; a cock she had never seen or touched; a cock that she knew nothing about, neither length nor thickness, nor whether it was circumcised or not; he was going to thrust it into her again and again, to its hilt, stretching her, penetrating her, until her soaking pussy could bear it no more, and would have its own private seizure on his unyielding shaft.
And right at that moment, the only thing she could feel of him was the tip of the bulging head of his cock, paused at the entrance to her pussy. And because she had never seen or touched any other part of it, she had no idea what to expect when it entered her.
You will be disappointed, but it is hard to describe in detail what followed. I could pretend I remembered every detail and expression, every movement and response, but then this would become a fiction rather than a record of a reality. It really did happen, and it was incredible, so I do not want to detract from that, and therefore I will recount what I remember.
I watched on eagerly. Joachim placed his black hands on the pale skin of my wife’s tender thighs, the dark fingers pressing gently into her soft white flesh. The light glinted off his skin, betraying the slightest movement; he leaned forward and slowly, inch by inch, he entered her.
I think that I genuinely remember Cleo’s response, as I had seen it before with Jul, and can see it now in my mind. Her reaction to being impaled was protracted; it was something like seeing a crumpled piece of paper being stretched out. Several movements occurred simultaneously over three or four seconds, as he slowly sunk his cock full depth into her pussy. Her legs, which had been at rest on the chair, lifted up and curled around behind the small of his back, her heels digging in there and applying a pressure that both reassured him he could keep penetrating, whilst at the same time assisted the long, slow thrust, ensuring it did not stop until he was completely buried in her. At the same time her right arm rose over her head and grasped the edge of the chair; as if for this experience she needed something to hold on to. Her eyes shut tight, her head arched backwards baring the whiteness of her throat as if she were a sacrifice; and in some way she was being sacrificed upon his huge cock. Her face screwed up and her white teeth were bared; the furrows that appeared in her brow seemed even deeper in the darkness. Her left hand she placed delicately on his, where it was gripping her thigh, then as his cock slid into her and stretched her most intimate space, her hand slid up his muscular forearm in the most gentle and appreciative way; forgetting everything else, this simple sight of her white hand caressing his black forearm had a unique beauty all of its own. All this was accompanied by her long, hissing exhalation, which didn’t stop until he was fully embedded, his cock entirely sheathed in her pussy, his pubic bone now pressed and paused against hers.
At that moment they were like an erotic sculpture of two people united in ecstasy. He was carved of ebony, hard and muscular; she of ivory, soft and giving. And the simplicity of the position was unique. It is rare in sex to have so few points of connection; they had only four. His two hands grasping her hips; her hand gripping his forearm; his cock buried in her pussy. Nothing else of them was touching. Cleo said later that she loved it because it was so unintimate; there was no hugging or holding each other or one mounting the other or bodies pressed together. In some way it must have also focussed her completely on what they were doing, what the entire purpose of the union was; his cock inside her pussy. When people are in pain, one way to reduce the intensity of it is to stimulate other, undamaged nerves, to send normal signals to the brain that will disguise the overwhelming pain signals. That is why when we hurt ourselves we rub the area; it floods the brain with normal sensations, partially swamping the abnormal pain sensations being received. It must work the same in reverse, that by minimising sensory input to the brain, what sensory messages are being received are clearer and purer and more intense. In this position there were almost no other sensory nerves that were being stimulated by touch; Cleo’s brain was receiving a clear and uninterrupted signal from her pussy; that it was being deeply penetrated, that it was being lusciously stretched, and all those sensory nerve fibres were flooding her brain with signals denoting overwhelming pleasure.
She was so overwhelmed by pleasure that she was utterly transfixed, frozen in ecstasy. She could do nothing but hold her breath, waiting for him to move.
Then, finally, he started to fuck her. He was slow and steady. There was no wild banging, just a rhythmic thrusting of his huge cock full depth into her. Both his hands grasped her soft hips, black against white. It was awesome to know that it was my cum that was lubricating his cock as he plunged it into her again and again. Cleo’s responses were familiar to me. Initially there was a little gasping as she became accustomed to the size and feel of him stretching her, but as she adjusted she then settled into losing herself in the pleasure. Her legs were relaxed now, resting on the supports of the purpose-built chair. Her neck arched, her back arched, her teeth bared; her breath hissed each time his cock sunk completely in to her. Her left hand remained slightly splayed white and gentle on his forearm, at first gripping it, but as the pleasure began to build her hand starting sliding up and down on his black skin, gently stroking it. Her other hand still gripped the edge of the chair above her head. Her breasts bounced a little up and down with the tempo of his thrusting. They were a beautiful harmony of mutual gratification; mutual, because her pussy wrapped around his cock must have felt just as good for him, as his thick cock did stretching her.
Regularly he would pause, fully embedded in her, pubic bones meeting, giving her a chance to enjoy it without the distraction of movement, and for him to feel how she felt. Then he might slowly withdraw before sliding back into her again. She would squirm, and he would hold her there, locked together. Then he would resume his steady fucking. Cleo said later that he was very good, there was something special about his moves. Also, that his cock – presumably due to its girth – was able to rub her G-Spot throughout. It is fairly rare that her G-Spot is stimulated by direct penetration, although there are some positions that do achieve that, however on this occasion she said it was stimulated constantly, so that her orgasm, when it came, was the result of both clitoral, penetrative and G-Spot agitation.
One of the most wonderful things about watching him fuck her was her interaction with him. Cleo appreciates being pleasured, and when she is this is expressed in a soft physical intimacy. I have described before how, when she builds to orgasm, she may totally embrace a man as if she wants to merge with him. In this position, however, Cleo could do little. She was splayed out on this chair and he stood between her legs and fucked her steadily. Even so, she still managed some of the most beautiful gestures that in gentleness were directly proportional to how good he made her feel. On first penetration her left hand had slid up his forearm, and rested there throughout. Though her toes were curled and her spine straining and her other hand knotted on the edge of the chair, her left hand remained so delicate on his forearm. As she started to build to a huge orgasm on his black cock, her entire body tensed like a taut spring; but not that hand. It remained gently stroking his forearm, as if it were the only way she could convey her appreciation to him. She built and built and it was obvious by her almost tortured movements and expressions that she was going to cum, when her other hand unexpectedly released the top of the chair. Though her jaw was clenched and brow knitted in ecstasy, she managed to float that hand so gracefully through the air, like the soft hands of a ballerina, before it languidly came to rest on his other forearm, mimicking her left hand in the gentleness of its grip.
It was somewhere about this time that Cleo made a remarkable statement:
“You have an amazing cock,” she managed to purr. This was out of character for Cleo. She usually insists that cock size does not matter much, and sex is far more emotional and psychological than it is physical. But right at that moment, she was definitely appreciating what he was doing for her with his remarkable cock, and her inhibitions were overcome enough to express this.
I smiled, loving every moment of my wife in ecstasy.
“Fuck her deep,” I encouraged him, but there was no need.
They were now touching in 5 places. His black hands were stark against her creamy hips. Her white hands created a negative image against his dark forearms. His pubis was thudding against hers, strong and steady, as his cock repeated plunged into her pussy. He shortened his thrust, withdrawing less far, so that he remained deep in her at all times, ensuring she remained stretched. Like a squirming snake her body rhythmically convulsed around him. I watched on, encouraging her, her pleasure bringing a huge smile to my face. I do not think she could hear me at this stage though, as she was completely lost in those last building moments. She groaned and moaned and called upon her maker…
Then I remember the most sudden movement. With the explosive intensity of a man on the parallel bars, jumping from one bar and desperately grabbing the other, Cleo jerked her body downwards, impaling herself completely on his huge cock, and snapped her legs around behind Joachim’s back like a triggered mouse trap. With another jerking heave her heels dug into the small of his back, locking him immovably deep inside her. We joked about it later; it was clear that she wanted him fully embedded in her for her orgasm. Her back arched, her neck arched, every muscle in her body clenched and her fingers dug into his forearms like claws as she moaned her massive climax. It went on and on, until finally she subsided.
It must have felt wonderful for Joachim, to feel the intensity of the contractions of her pussy on his cock. It was his turn to smile as he continued to fuck her, and Cleo resumed her previous position, one hand having resumed its place gripping the top of the chair, the other on his forearm, her legs resting on the chair supports, still overwhelmed by his cock thrusting into her. She had orgasmed though, so it was his turn. Besides, I was waiting there, hard and urgently wanting to fuck my gorgeous wife.
I leaned towards Joachim. The most respectful men seem to always need the husband’s permission to cum.
“You can cum if you want to. She likes to feel a man cum inside her.”
His face was a little twisted with pleasure as he continued to fuck her, but he admitted reluctantly that he didn’t think he could.
“I’ve already cum twice tonight. I don’t think I can. I can’t feel much inside this condom.” I would have loved to be able to tell him to take it off, but it was too dangerous.
“Ok, no problem.”
I do not think I gave him any signals that suggested he should stop, but he was very sensitive to the situation and decided this himself. He paused and slowly withdrew. Cleo knew what he was doing and resumed gently stroking his forearms. Then he stepped backwards, disengaged, and discreetly disappeared into the darkness.
Well, that was incredible. Later I asked Cleo what he had felt like. I still had not seen his cock clearly, so did not know exactly what had been inside her. She had not seen it either, but had clearly felt it. She had found the lack of intimacy in that position very comfortable and the publicity quite bizarre. The fact that she had no say in the matter also removed all culpability, so she had been allowed to completely enjoy herself.
“But what about his cock?” I asked.
“Well, it was very big.”
“Right…I guessed that. But what did it feel like?”
“It was nice.”
“Nice?! Is that the best you can do? Didn’t it stretch you? How deep did it go? Did it hit any pockets or areas that felt good? Which fornix was it in?” I was a little exasperated.
“It was…very nice.”
“Very nice? That’s not much use is it? I am going to write about this, and need to describe it. Readers aren’t going to be impressed with very nice! Can’t you give me a bit more detail?”
“Well, I was too busy enjoying it to think about where it was going!”
Fair one, I suppose; you cannot really argue with that. I can only guess as to how good it was for Cleo. It was amazing to watch, and I am sure that it felt amazing. However, Cleo has massive orgasms anyway, so I do not think it was a completely earth-shattering experience. It was clearly a lovely cock, a great fuck and an amazing orgasm. Enough said.
As I mentioned, I was desperate to fuck my wife now, and she was not yet exhausted, so I assumed the position between her legs. It was a great position to be. Her legs spread helplessly either side of me, her pussy completely open at the perfect cock-height. I was so hard I felt as if the skin on my cock was going to split, and again I was aching to explode inside her. As I pressed the head of my own cock against the entrance to her pussy, I had a moment of trepidation. I did not know how big he was. If he was massive, would she even feel me inside her.
I sunk into her with a sigh, which she echoed. Oh my God. What a miracle this pussy was. It had just been fucked and stretched beyond measure, but as always, it had sprung back into its wonderful, tight, receptive self, stretched taut around my own cock, eager to be pleasured and give pleasure.
But the spoiling of that pussy was not over yet.
I fucked her for another ten or fifteen minutes; it was, as I said, a fantastic position. It was quite hard work on the calves though as there is a tendency to stand on your toes a little as you thrust, but of course you do not notice that until the next day. Cleo was loving it as usual, and telling me between thrusts that no other cock ever felt as good as mine. Now I doubt that is quite true, but she seems to believe it, or tries to convince herself that she does. I think part of the reason is that it is only on my cock that she feels she can completely lose herself, without feeling guilty. Anyway, she did feel phenomenal. She was tight and wet and gripped my cock like a fist. It was incredibly sexy to know that this pussy had just orgasmed on another man’s swollen, rigid flesh only minutes before, and was now enjoying me so much.
We fucked away, but in the darkness another black man appeared, looking over my shoulder at Cleo in ecstasy. He edged up the side of the chair, then stood quiet and respectfully beside Cleo, to my left, looking down and watching her. In the dim light I saw his hand reaching for and fondling what appeared to be another very large black cock. Cleo was aware that he was there, but wasn’t objecting. She was enjoying herself too much to care.
A thought came to mind.
“Have you got a condom?” I asked as I thrust away.
“Yes!” he whispered enthusiastically.
I did not need to say more. As I continued to fuck Cleo, he dropped his boxers and started to peel a condom over what appeared to be an even larger cock than Joachim. Once again though, in the darkness, it was hard to make it out.
He stood ready and waiting, holding it poised. The condom had given it some more shape in the darkness; that was one thick beast he was grasping. Cleo would love it.
But the problem was, she just felt so good at that moment. I was in absolute raptures as I fucked her. My cock was on the verge of detonating inside her, but just wouldn’t. I had been teetering on the edge the entire time, without the threat of going over. With every thrust I thought, ok, I’ll withdraw now and let him fuck her; but I didn’t want to as it felt too good to stop. Each time I intended to, I would just plunge back into her, telling myself just one more.
“I’m sorry,” I apologised to him while I continued to thrust. “I know… I’m being selfish, but it feels… too good. I don’t want to… stop.”
He just smiled and grasped his cock harder.
“Ok,” I concluded resolutely, “I’ll stop being selfish.” Reluctantly I withdrew, took a few deep breaths, then against all natural instincts moved around to her other side. He positioned himself between her legs, his bulky cock suspended, ready to enter her.
Cleo told me later how amusing that interaction had been. She said it was so casual. I had been fucking away and chatting to him about fucking my wife. Then equally casually had withdrawn and moved aside for him. It had not felt casual to me though; it had been an awesome act of willpower.
This man was truly nameless. We had not even heard his name and forgotten it. He was just some dark stranger who had emerged next to us whilst we were fucking. Cleo was genuinely helpless and could claim to have had no say in the matter. And she would get to be fucked by another big black cock. It was a win-win situation all around.
He was not as fit as Joachim, in fact he had a bit of a belly. But his cock was big and hard and, in this position, Cleo did not get to feel anything except his cock. He positioned it at the entrance to her pussy then, just as Joachim had done, had leaned into her and she felt that huge member slide in deep until it was completely enveloped in her wet, yielding pussy. Her back arched, her throat exposed, her knuckles whitened on the top of the chair and she gently bit her lip. This was her third different cock in 20 minutes.
I cannot remember much of the detail of him fucking her. She loved it, expressing that with all the usual body language, but he did not build her to orgasm. She told me later that of the two black cocks, this latter one was actually girthier than the first, and stretched her more. But Joachim’s had been longer and had penetrated deeper inside, and that she had been better lubricated at the time. Also, she said that Joachim – for whatever reason – had been the better fuck.
Still there were lots of memorable moments. His black groin pressed completely against hers was very sexy, as was the knowledge that, because absolutely nothing of his big cock could be seen, there was only one place it could be, impossible though it seemed. He would push all the way into her, and then just hold it like Joachim had done, pubic bone to her pussy. As he gained depth on the inward thrust she would exhale through pursed lips, as if all the air inside her was being forced out. And once fully sunk inside her, she would be frozen, completely immovable, rendered helpless by the pleasure of being utterly filled. I wonder how this must feel for her, but of course if very nice is the best that I could get out of her after the fucking Joachim gave her, I suppose I will just have to keep wondering.
The most memorable part of this stranger fucking Cleo was when he came inside her. He had this look of bliss on his face most of the time. His chin was up, his eyes closed, and a satisfied smile was fixed on his face as he fucked her. When he started to build to orgasm, his eyes tightened a little and the soft smile broadened. His brow furrowed just a touch. His thrusting became shorter as he stayed deep inside her, and he fucked her in a rapid rocking motion, his cock remaining hilt-deep as he just pushed the exploding head of his cock into her deepest folds. He started puffing erratically and finally, accompanied by a few tiny grunts, his body spasmed a little as he thrust, and his cock started pumping deep inside her.
Cleo loves this feeling. She said she has never actually felt another man cumming inside her, never felt the spasmic pumping of anyone, apart from me; therefore, this was a first for her. It must have felt wonderful. She says that with me she can usually feel when it is going to happen, as she senses the change in my cock as it is building; it becomes like a baby’s arm clutching an orange, is how she generously describes it. So she must have felt him swelling in the same manner, expanding to the point of splitting her, his cock swollen to rupture; rigid, hot and veiny. Then, after a momentary pause, it would have finally started to jolt his ejaculate deep into her. I love the idea of a man cumming in my wife, and even moreso the idea of her enjoying it. I would prefer without the condom of course, so he could actually fill her with cum and she feel a stranger’s semen in her, but unfortunately that is too dangerous. This was enough though.
After he came and withdrew, he was so appreciative. He thanked me, he thanked Cleo, bowing his head slightly and smiling; then he too retreated into the darkness.
I allowed her a few moments to recover, then resumed my position between her shapely thighs; fucking her felt just as good as it had done before. Word must have got around that I would let anyone fuck my wife, as another man – one of the white gigolos – appeared next and stood by her, watching. But I was enjoying my wife too much now, and she had experienced enough strange cocks for one night. She shook her head at him and he left.
Well, I did fuck the bejesus out of Cleo after that. We must have continued another half or three quarters of an hour, and at times we thought this very stable and very heavy chair was going to flip or be pushed through the wall. I was drenched in sweat. People came and watched us and went – it was rather surreal. I stayed frustratingly on the edge, ready to erupt, but did not manage, partially due to the distraction of eyes peering through peepholes, or suddenly realising someone was standing behind and looking over my shoulder. Somehow Cleo has the ability to block enough of this out so that she can climax in these situations; she had another orgasm, but before I proceeded to cardiac arrest stage, we stopped.
We went downstairs to recover and I had a mind to try out the sauna and spa area. Cleo was being sensible; it was 3am and I had to work the following afternoon. I objected to her logic for a while but then admitted the sense of it. We changed and headed out to get the hotel transport.
The hotel we were staying at was a new, stylish establishment with 5 star rating; not the sort of hotel you would expect has a close connection with a sex club. But they clearly have so many visitors who stay there to go to Fun4Two, that they find it worthwhile putting on a nightly transport solely for the club. The driver had told us that whenever we were ready to return, to call the hotel and they would send the minibus.
Well, there was no need, because someone else was staying at our hotel and had already ordered the transport – Joachim. It was not totally awkward, and once he and I started chatting it was more relaxed. We made small talk on the way back to the hotel and none of us mentioned what had happened just a couple of hours earlier.
When we got to the hotel, out of earshot of Joachim I whispered to Cleo – “Let’s ask him back to our room!” I was quite up for some threesome action.
“No! It’s too late.”
We whispered backwards and forwards for a minute or so but Cleo was adamant. We headed to the room, still chatting to Joachim – he was even staying on the same floor! To me it seemed to be Fate intervening. It would have been so easy for him to pop in, just for half an hour, but Cleo would not contemplate it.
She was right, of course. It was stupidly late and the next day I (because clearly driving is a blue-collar job!) had a long drive and then work. We were both still quite horny though, so we had some more rabid sex before going to sleep. Once again I teetered on the edge of climaxing for the best part of an hour, my cock rock-hard but unable to explode. It was unusually vigorous for us and we looked like someone had poured a bucket of water over each of us, and I was again risking cardiac arrest. Cleo orgasmed at least once or twice more, but I seemed incapable. Nor would my cock subside and allow me to rest. I think the thought of what had happened that night helped drive me on. Finally, however, I accepted defeat…indeed I had the fleeting fear that perhaps I would never be able to cum again.
We were up late the next day and arrived in the dining room to learn that we had missed breakfast; the lunch menu had now commenced. Fate was clearly trying to ensure Cleo had another BBC adventure though, as Joachim had slept late and arrived at the dining room at almost the same moment. He received the same news; breakfast was over. This was a little awkward as I did not know what Cleo would want to do. This man had fucked her royally the night before and given her an amazing orgasm; it did not mean she wanted to eat brunch with him though. However, from my perspective, he had sunk his big cock into her pussy just a few hours before and she had spasmed all over it; it seemed somehow rude to blank him completely.
I did not know how Cleo felt though, so after a polite “good morning!” to Joachim I led Cleo over to a table on the other side of the room. Once we had some distance between us I asked if we should ask Joachim to join us. Cleo was equally unsure. I looked over and saw Joachim hovering around on the other side of the restaurant; he was clearly conscious of the fact that he might be intruding. I said as much to Cleo and somehow she conveyed a message to me without saying anything; it’s ok, ask him over. I waved to him to join us and he came over smiling.
He was very pleasant. He was also very handsome and smartly dressed; it was different to see him with clothes on. We started chatting, talked about sex clubs and a range of other things, before we got on to the topic of jobs. We discussed our professions and then it was our turn to ask him:
“So, what do you do Joachim?”
“Do you like porn?” he answered my question with another.
“We love it!” Cleo blurted out truthfully. “How come?”
Then came a moment that I am sure will live with us for the rest of our lives. Even when we are ancient and infirm and our wrinkled hands are clasped as we sit on our love seat on the porch, rocking backwards and forwards, secure and comfy in our incontinence pads, talking about past adventures, I am certain that this moment will still come up and bring a smile to both our craggy faces:
“Because I’m a porn actor and director. I make my own movies.”
That was priceless. Cleo had fucked a porn actor! It would sound better to say porn star, but that should be reserved for the likes of Tommy Gunn. Nonetheless, Joachim was a full-time professional porn actor and director. He had produced and directed over 100 internet movies, starring in all of them, and had acted in a lot more. No wonder Cleo had commented on the amazing nature of his appendage, and had immediately recognised that he had some moves; she is clearly a good judge of both cock and skills. He showed us his internet site on his smartphone, and sure enough there he was front and centre in feature after feature, with his two black co-worker BBCs, fucking white chicks in every way imaginable.
So, we can certainly claim that Cleo entered the world of interracial sex in style; her first non-Caucasian cock not just being very big and black, but it belonged to a professional porn actor. The risk is of course that, once you have had black, they say you are ruined forever. And Cleo had been in receipt of an especially good experience.
We talked with Joachim through breakfast and it turned out that he was attending VENUS – the European Sex Industry Film Awards – the following weekend in Berlin, as were we. We exchanged numbers and agreed to the possibility of meeting up, and that was the end of an amazing weekend.
Of course, you reader are hoping that Cleo had some more BBC action the following weekend. And if this were just a story that almost certainly have materialised; but this is a narrative account of the real world. We did catch up briefly, but Joachim was too involved in the sex industry events and parties to get away – and who would blame him for that? But we have his contact details, so another meet is not out of the question.
When we got home I immediately posted on the forums about our surprise experience; how Cleo had fucked a porn actor without knowing it. Someone asked of Cleo and her BBC experience – will it be your last? And her response?
“Hell no!!!!”
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