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One night I laid there in the darkness thinking about Cindy, my hot wife of seven years. Even after all the years we've shared together, she still knew exactly how to turn me on, and I will get just as hard as I did for her in college, never losing my stamina or my desire to satisfy her, that was always the most important thing to me, keeping her satisfied, in and out of the bedroom.
My fantasies always turn to seeing her totally out of control with lust, doing something so out of her character and yet submitting to the feeling and not being able to hide her excitement. We enjoy talking dirty to each other in  the throes of passion, and when things would really heat up in our pillow talk, I couldn't help but to bring another man into the bedroom, someone a bit larger and thicker and capable of reaching places inside of her vaginal area that would make her insane with lust. Of course Cindy would always sigh deeply and I could tell she was a bit aggravated over me pulling my cuckold fantasy from the back of my mind, but I couldn't help it. I was always sure that if she just gave it a chance she would see how hot the idea of it all was. I don't know where this idea came from, I mean, it was really strange for a guy to ask his wife have sex with another man, wasn't it? She felt the same way. But for some reason I just couldn't get this idea out of my mind. The image of her being ravished at the hands of another man would always put me over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm, and she realized it was that mental picture that drove me the most wild of all.
Looking at the clock and realizing I only had less than five hours before having to be at work, I turned onto my side to face her, but sleep was not going to be something I would enjoy much of tonight, I can't get my mind off of Cindy with another man. She looks so peaceful in slumber, her face so soft and fresh, her long blonde hair falling over bare shoulders while the outside street light filters through the small opening in the bedroom drapes, highlighting her lips, and all I can think about are those same lips wrapped around another man's shaft. She stirs slightly, her eyes open and she immediately smiles, always looking beautiful, even in the middle of the night. She reached under the sheets and found my erection waiting for her, when her lips part it's to tease me about middle of the night dirty thoughts. Deciding she'll help me slip into slumber she begins sliding the skin back and forth over the head of my dick, stimulating it slowly, just enough to be sexy and teasing. Of course, I get harder. And then she starts talking.
"I was having the most wonderful dream, and you were in it!" I smiled and asked what she was dreaming about, knowing it would be something sexual. "Well Sam, it was a Friday evening and just like every Friday I come to pick you up from work, and as usual you aren't ready yet. So, I sit on the corner of your desk, crossing my long, sleek legs and trying my best to distract you, just being playful. While thumbing through a magazine a deep, male voice grabs my attention, it's the new guy, Ron, and he's looking so hot in his dark black pants and soft gray colored shirt. His chocolate colored skin nearly glows he looks so good. I barely hear him asking you something about a  file or report because all I can hear in my head are his moans of passion. I slip down from your desk, walk across the room, take him by the hand and lead him all the way inside, closing and locking your office door behind him. He looks confused but not reluctant as I drop to my knees and begin to seductively lower his zipper. Your face is turning that pretty shade of crimson now, you know that when my horniness starts for a cuckold experience, it isn't going to be stopped." Her hand is stroking my hard-on faster now, and her heavy breathing tells me her other hand is between her already moist thighs, whipping the slippery wetness over her clit, turning herself on with her own story. "Pulling his massive meat free from his slacks I can smell the muskiness scent, the sweat, the arousal, it all hits my nostrils and sends streams of wetness down my vaginal walls. I turn to look at you, and your face is a blank slate, no emotion, no anything, just redness. Knowing I'm getting ready to suck a huge Black cock right in front of you is almost more than I can bear, just the turn on of being such an exhibitionist, and in front of my own husband! His long fingers weave through my blonde hair, steadying and bracing my head he starts to thrust with his own rhythm, feeding the walls of my throat with his swollen knob, deeper and deeper, nearly choking me with the size, and yet I was handling it like a pro, I was too turned on by this cuckold sex to let something like gagging stop me. I could feel his testicles coming close to my chin, I can't believe I was taking so much of him, and yet it seemed to be so simple, so unbelievable sexy..."
Just as she got the part that he sprayed his spunk across her ivory colored skin my own load shot off like a bottle rocket from under the sheets.
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