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We were at a lounge. My wife (age 42) was dancing with this younger guy (about 25). She loves to dance and I don’t. After about a solid hour of dancing with him, she drifts back to me and says, “um, honey, You know our fantasy with me having sex in our van with you watching. The guy I’ve been dancing with… He’s really interested….I told him I had to ask you first.”
“Are you interested?” I asked-my heart starting to beat real fast.
My wife rolled her eyes, smiled, blushed… “This time yes.”
Soooo, we leave the lounge and go to our van which is parked in the far end of the lot in a dark area (just in case something like this ever came up…a mutual fantasy of ours for years). In the past after coming back to our van in this spot, we would pretend I was some guy she had just picked up and she would give me a blowjob babe xxx.
Now, however, it was about to happend for real. Did I mention this club kind of specialized in white couples meeting up with black men for fun and games? We came close a few times but always backed away at the last moment….not this time.
They got into the back area. We had it made up comfly just for something like this to happen. My wife opened up her blouse, hiked up her dress.The young black man dropped his pants down and my wife lowered her head, opened her mouth and licked his cock hard.
I got out my cell phone (and my cock) and between jerking myself off took pictures. I wanted memories of this in case it never happened again.
I saw the guys hand reach between my wife’s thighs and she responded by moving them wide open. She slid down a bit more so he could insert his fingers into her cunt and when he did, she sighed. I soon heard the sound of a wet pussy being fingered.
He put his hands behind her head and started mouth fucking her not roughly but at a steady pace. Between being mouth fucked and fingered, my wife responed with muffled moans.
Somehow she pulled her head back just to tell him, “You’re making me cum with your fingers.”
I just about came when I heard that!
And then she closed her legs together, stiffened and did her best to stifle a scream.
After panting a bit, she calmly said, “thanks now it’s your turn.” I don’t think my wife even was aware that I was jerking off and close to cumming myself.
It didn’t take long before he started moaning. Then he stiffened and I saw my wife’s cheeks puffing up from all his cum, and heard the sexy sound of her gulping cum. So much cum she jerked her head back for a second and had him splash more cum over her face.
I took a few pictures of my wife’s flushed face then just as her lover was zipping up, I said, “Please me next.”
Without even wiping the cum off her face, my wife leaned over as I leaned toward her.
Within a few seconds of feeling her hot mouth on my wet cock, she was getting another load of cum down her throat.
When we were alone in the van trying to compose ourselves, my wife mangaged to say, “OMG that was so fucking hot.”
“Dean Whitaker, your two o’clock is here.”
The Dean looked up from his desk and responded to his secretary, “Let her in.”
Seconds later, a beautiful brunette strode through the door into the Dean’s office. The Dean looked her up and down. The girl wore a white, strapless sundress that fit her curves nicely. The Dean, a quick wit and keen observer, enjoyed the baby blue nail polish the girl wore on her fingers and toes. Her eyes were of a similar hue. The girl’s hair fell somewhere between the middle of her back and her shoulder blades, swooping gently in natural, slightly wavy splendor. She was tan and she was definitely a brat young pussy.
“Good afternoon Dean Whitaker. I’m Laura.” the girl said, as she extended her hand.
The Dean shook Laura’s hand and then gestured to the chair in front of his desk, offering her a seat. Laura sat herself down in the chair and the Dean began to ask her some questions.
“Okay, Laura. First things first. Have you given any thought to your major, yet?”
“Well,” the brunette began, “I have given it some thought. Right now, my major is General Hardcore, but I’m also thinking about minoring in BDSM.”
“Really?” responded the Dean, genuinely interested. He loved his job.
“Yeah. I’ve always loved sex, don’t get me wrong. Like, regular fucking is great and all. But, sometimes, I like to be treated… you know, like a whore.”
The Dean, satisfied with this answer moved along.
“Okay, Laura, fair enough. You are prepared for you entrance exam, right?”
“Oh, yes, of course.” the girl responded happily.
“Okay then. Stand up.” said the Dean.
Laura bounced up out of her chair. The Dean also stood and approached the girl. Laura had automatically folded her hands behind her back, her interest in S
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