Im a happy cuckold and love taking my wife out to find men for her to have an "experience" with. But ive found out of the flirting,kissing and actual sex. What turns me on the most is when she will present herself to him, and reach back to spread her ass cheeks. Its not that this random guy is inspecting my wifes pretty pink wet pussy. Its that her asshole is on show and also being offered. It took me years to convince her to try anal, and now she will give it up to strangers...
My cock got hard typing this.
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Last night was a total trip and It started off when I checked into my motel for the night. I get to my room then almost immediately after I start getting hit up by a black trans woman on my hook up app. Her pics were hot. She told me she had a 10.5-inch dick. Experience tells me that those kinds of profiles are usually fake, so I blew her off. But she kept bugging me and finally I decided to see if this whole thing was real or a scam. So I invited her over and when she walked into my room, holy fuck she was real. She stood almost 6'3, beautiful, full set of big tits, bubble butt, and when she dropped her caprice pants, she had a fucking huge dick hanging. I gladly let her sit down so I could service her massive she-cock until she busted down my throat. I thanked her and she left. And that was end...or so I thought.

I went to bed and got woke up about 4am. I laid there a minute and picked up my phone to look at my notifications. I had Grindr notifications, so I checked them and when I did, I saw that the trans woman was on. As soon as I showed up online, she messages me asking what I'm doing. I tell her nothing. She tells me she can't stop thinking about my throat and asks if I can come over right then to catch another nut from her. I agree. I pull up and she is standing out of her front door completely naked. My God she was fucking hot standing there. We walk in and I give her hug, but she is so fucking tall compared to me that my face is eye level with her big black tits. I stand on my tip toes to suck her nipples (I'm only 5ft5in) while I put my hand on her fat dong. She leads me to the bedroom and sits down; legs spread and starts smoking her blunt. I kneel between her legs and start servicing her tranny meat. She lets me do my thing for bit. Then she grabs my hair and starts face fucking me. She asks me if I love her dick, so I spit her dick out to answer. She shoves it back in my mouth and tells me not to take it out of my mouth. She asks me again if I love her dick. I manage to gargle out a barely auditable "yes, i love your cock" as her meat filled my mouth. She giggled and told me she liked hearing me try to talk with her dick down my throat. She then led me to the bed and had me sit on floor at the foot of the bed. She leaned my head back and mounted my mouth with her big dick. She fucked my throat pretty good and the entire time she kept talking to me and making me answer her while I was choking on her BBC and drowning in my own slobber that was frothing out of my own mouth. She moaned that she was about to nut. Her cock was at its largest, and she buried it as deep down my throat as would fit. I could feel it draining itself straight down to my stomach. She thanked me for coming over and gave me a hug. I laid my head between her tits and grabbed a hand full of her cheeks. I left after that and that was the end...or so I thought again.

I get back to my room and realize I had left my reading glasses over at her place (they got knocked off when I cock slapped myself in the face with her heavy engorged member). I messaged her real quick asking if they were there. She confirmed that they were and that I had probably left them on purpose, so I had an excuse to come back for round 3. I told her she could just toss them. They were only $10 walmart glasses. She said no, I need to come back and get them right then. I had just left there, but I did as I was told and drove right back over. She was waiting at the front door, naked again, only this time her big dick was limp and still slightly wet with the slobber I had spit all over just about 20 minutes before. She leads me back into the bedroom and puts me on the floor just as she had used me earlier. She fucked my face again. This time deep and hard. Her cock was so erect that every time she pulled it out of my mouth it swung back and forth from the weight of its momentum. I told her I loved her huge cock. She said I know, then stuffed it back in my throat. After a while, she climbed on the bed face down ass up. She made me get behind her and suck her dick out the back. I never realized how humiliating it was to suck dick like that. Every time I deep throated her like that, my nose was either smelling her nut sack or her asshole. I licked them both. She loved having her ass ate, her balls licked, and her dick sucked. She wouldn't let me make her cum. I sucked on her cock for almost 2 whole hours in the pitch-black dark of her room before she finally asked if i was ready to be fed "mommy's milk'. I said yes, and she started throwing her ass back in my face. Her cock was down my throat, my nose was running over her nut sack with every thrust of her hips, and the slobber of me eating her asshole was now acting as lube that helped my face to glide deep in her cheeks as she reverse humped my mouth. She moaned, she nutted, she collapsed. She barely moved after had blown her load. I crawled beside her and took her in my arms. Within minutes she was asleep. I held her for a while. Then I left and that was the end of that....probably not

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I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

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