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10/05/2019
New here...I’m I Ike a 58 year old white male. I guess I would be considered an alpha type slowly transitioning to a cuckold.
I’m a retired military guy and hav always tried to stay fit. Many people think I am 15 years younger than I really am. That makes me feel pretty good considering. My wife Monica is 10 years younger thanI am.
A little background...I was married once before to a woman a few years older than I. I was 24 when we married. She was a party girl and I was a small town country boy. After four years of marriage she got us into swinging with mutual friends.
We had two regular couples, a couple single guys and a married woman that wasn’t happy with her sex life. We had an amazing time for over the next five years.
Sadly she passes away at a young age of 37. I was devastated. About two years later I met a beautiful black woman name Monica. She was also military. We became friends first and talked openly about our lives.
I think she sensed I was attracted towards her and would often say she didn’t think she could ever date outside of her race. Mainly because of what her family would say or think.
Well fast forward about six months and I was in her bed. I think I surprised her or at least dispelled a myth she had about white men’s cock sizes. I’m a little over eight inches and fairly thick.
Well we took the next step of awkward introductions to our respective families. Thankfully, things went better than we both expected. I won her brother’s over because I could play basketball as well as they could. To their shock I could also dunk the ball.
After two years of marriage I brought up swinging. She was angry and hurt and would have no part of it. You see she had become religious at this point. Things were a little chilly for a while.
I professed my love for her and never mentioned swinging again. The problem for me was Monica was and still is an amazingly beautiful woman. She is 5’7” with medium sized breast sporting very large dark nipples. She has a narrow waist that accentuates her round hips and thick firm ass. She has darker brown skin which I love but it’s her light brown eyes that seem to pierce right through you that draw your attention to how pretty she is.
She is also very active in staying fit. So she keeps her hair shirt and natural. She is very modest and didn’t seem to even notice how men and even women looked at her. This drove me crazy. Which in turn would cause me to think about swinging or sharing her.
We were reassigned to the DC area. We moved into a very small apartment building that gave us access to a lot of downtown places.
We had no children so we would hit the after work scenes and go to parties making a lot of friends. Again the attention Monica would get stirred up my desires.
What happened to change everything blew me away. Our next door neighbor was an elderly black gentleman. He was 60 years old and a widower. He was a little on the heavy side but handsome. Sporting very white hair that stood out on his very dark skin.
We were both widowers and would have conversations about life and moving forward. His wife had only passed away a couple years prior. We would have him over for dinner. He was a very friendly guy but noticeably lonely.
One night in bed Monica brought up how her heart broke for him. I used the opportunity to bring up he had mentioned his missed the companionship of a woman. Monica got silent for a short time.
Then she brought up the fact she thought Clemon was trying to flirt with her. I laughed telling her that most men and some women flirt with her. She scoffed at my comment. I told her it was true. She was beautiful and people noticed it.
I didn’t think anything more about it. But over the next week. Monica has Clemon over three more times for dinner. She even went walking with him in the evening when he walked his dog.
She came into the apartment after one of these walks a bit flustered. I prodded her to tell me what had her that way.
She teared up saying Clemon tried to kiss her and she slapped him. She felt so confused and upset. But also worried about slapping him.
We talked for quite a while. Finally, I just told her I wanted her to sleep with him. Her jaw dropped and she was speechless. I went on to explain that I thought she liked him and he obviously liked her. Adding how lonely he must be.
I thought Monica would get angry and start popping her neck and calling me out of my name. But she didn’t. She just ask more questions about why I would want her to sleep with another man. Or the cons of how would Clemon handle something like that.
She finally said she couldn’t do anything like that. So again I let it go. She had a restless sleep the next few nights. I knew she was fretting over slapping Clemon still.
She went out shopping the next day. I knocked on Clemon’s door. He looked mortified. I reassured I wasn’t there to beat him up. We sat and he apologized profusely. He was ashamed and couldn’t face Monica ever again.
He panicked when I asked him to come to dinner that night. I told him Monica wasn’t angry at him she was just confused. But just as concerned for him as ever. He seemed to be very relieved and assured me it would never happen again. He agreed somewhat reluctantly to come to dinner.
I lied to Monica saying I had a random encounter with Clemon. I told her the truth about his remorsefulness. She wasn’t super excited about me inviting him to dinner. But accepted it was the right thing to do.
Dinner was initially awkward as to be expected. A bunch of small talk. Clemon finally addressed the elephant in the room. He broke down crying trying to apologize to Monica which only made her cry.
He went on to explain how lonely he was and that she was just so beautiful and reminded him so much of his Sophie albeit much younger. Things settled down some and we sat in our living room sipping some wine.
Clemon went to use the restroom. Monica looked at me with those piercing light brown eyes. She asked me if I was sure. I had no idea what she was talking about. She took a deep breath and asked more specifically if I was sure I would be ok with her sleeping with Clemon.
I responded with absolute certainty I was. I told her I loved her and nothing would change that. She downed her wine just as Clemon reentered the room.
Before he could sit back down. Monica stood up walk o we to him. He literally wince maybe expecting it was an ambush and he would be getting another slap to the face.
She took his hand and without a word led him into our bedroom. Clemon look back at me and all I could do was raise my glass in an approving toast. Monica closed the door behind them.
I could only here whispers for about ten minutes. I walked up to the door three times. The third trip I was rewarded with soft moans from Clemon and some wet sucking sounds.
My dick went immediately rigid. My “Hell no” wife was sucking another man’s cock. They was some shuffling around. Monica let it a long hiss followed by telling him he ate pussy so good.
Clemon took the encouragement and ate her to an orgasm. More rustling then a long moan from her. Clemon announced how tight her pussy was.
The bed started a rhythmic slow squeaking accompanied by her gasp and his comments. They changed positions a couple time. Monica came a couple times before Clemon let out a series of guttural grunts. I don’t know why but I tested the door knob and it was locked. That made my arousal that much more intense.
They talked for quite a while. Then the door to the bedroom opened. Clemon looked at me then away before exiting our apartment. I walked into the bedroom and Monica was laying spread eagle on the bed looking thoroughly fucked with cum oozing out of her pussy.
She looked at me saying, “You better not be angry!”
I stripped and slid my aching cock inside her very wet now stretched out pussy. We fucked and she gave me details. His cock was as thick as mine but two inches longer. He had huge balls and cane in quarts. She added he had the longest tongue she ever saw. That was all it took. I added my load to her already saturated pussy.
Over the next year Monica would fuck Clemon a couple time a week. Sometimes in our bed. Sometimes overnight at his place. When she fucked him in his bed I could still hear them through the adjoining wall. She never felt comfortable with me watching them.
The only accept ion was we got new assignments and had a farewell party at a local pub. Monica drank a little
more than normal.
We returned to our apartment which was down to an air mattress and a camping table for furniture. She complained she wanted a real bed and drunkenly knocked on Clemons door.
A very sleepy Clemon answered the door in boxers and a tee shirt. Monica slipped past him slurring she wanted to sleep in a bed. I shrugged and followed her inside. Monica walked straight into Clemon’s bedroom stripped off her dress and got under the covers wearing only panties.
I apologized to Clemon for the late night intrusion. He said no worries and offered up his bed to me as well. Saying he would take the couch. No judgment but his couch didn’t look to comfortable.
I didn’t want to put him out that way. I guess I could of hit my air mattress. But instead I just asked him for a blanket and pillow as laid down on his couch.
I tried to get comfortable as he walked back into his bedroom. I noticed he left the door open quite a ways. I suspected it wouldn’t matter as Monica had probably passed out.
In hindsight I am glad his couch was so lumpy. I couldn’t get to sleep. I heard a soft moan and Monica’s slurred voice. Then her moaning became more persistent. I got up from the couch and snuck up to the door.
He had left a lamp on. Clemon was naked laying next to Monica. He had pulled the sheet down to expose her firm breast. He was licking and sucking on one nipple as his hand moved between her legs under the sheet.
At first Monica was saying no she wanted to go to sleep. But he legs came up and spread wider giving him better access. Her breathing was getting deeper and her nipples were rock hard.
She let out a long moan and that seemed like a spark. She opened her eyes and raised her ass so she could remove her panties. She pushed Clemon on his back then moved to straddle his face.
They were crossways on the bed so I could see her small hand on his big cock as she gripped it and started to suck him. She let out a gasp drawing my attention to Clemon inserting a dick sized long tongue into her pussy.
Then he went step further. Clemon alternated between her pussy and ass with that massive tongue. Driving her crazy with pleasure. Monica came with a shout her ass cheeks spasmed in orgasm.
Monica moves around to straddle him. It took a little work but she finally got his big dick deep inside her pussy. She rocked back and forth the lean forward and started to ride him hard and fast.
Monica came again collapsing forward onto his stomach and chest. She moved off of him and laid with her back towards him. Clemon lifted her leg and slid his slimy wet dick back in. He pumped away causing her to start moaning again. She was pretty spent at this point.
Clemon start to breath hard and came with a series of grunts. They laid there with his cock still pulsing inside her and copious amounts of cum oozing out of her.
I went to the bathroom and rubbed one out. When I woke up in the morning. Clemon was gone to work but had a fresh pot of coffee made. There was a note propped against the pot.
I poured a cup for Monica and found a couple aspirin. When I entered the room she was tangled in the sheet and looking pretty rough.
I gave her the coffee and aspirin then read the note Clemon left aloud. Basically, he told us goodbye as we were leaving that afternoon. He wrote that he loved us both and said we had possibly saved his life. He said he was strong enough to go one without his Sophie now. He wished us the best and asked us to keep in touch.
Monica was sitting and tears streaked her cheeks. I hugged and kissed her. We returned to our place showered. Loaded the remaining things we had left with us in my truck. Off we went to our next adventure.
We never saw Clemon again. But we did stay in touch. He did remarry and seemed very happy. Sadly he passed away a few years back. We will never forget that gentle man. Monica says to this day he was one of her best lovers ever.
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I’m a retired military guy and hav always tried to stay fit. Many people think I am 15 years younger than I really am. That makes me feel pretty good considering. My wife Monica is 10 years younger thanI am.
A little background...I was married once before to a woman a few years older than I. I was 24 when we married. She was a party girl and I was a small town country boy. After four years of marriage she got us into swinging with mutual friends.
We had two regular couples, a couple single guys and a married woman that wasn’t happy with her sex life. We had an amazing time for over the next five years.
Sadly she passes away at a young age of 37. I was devastated. About two years later I met a beautiful black woman name Monica. She was also military. We became friends first and talked openly about our lives.
I think she sensed I was attracted towards her and would often say she didn’t think she could ever date outside of her race. Mainly because of what her family would say or think.
Well fast forward about six months and I was in her bed. I think I surprised her or at least dispelled a myth she had about white men’s cock sizes. I’m a little over eight inches and fairly thick.
Well we took the next step of awkward introductions to our respective families. Thankfully, things went better than we both expected. I won her brother’s over because I could play basketball as well as they could. To their shock I could also dunk the ball.
After two years of marriage I brought up swinging. She was angry and hurt and would have no part of it. You see she had become religious at this point. Things were a little chilly for a while.
I professed my love for her and never mentioned swinging again. The problem for me was Monica was and still is an amazingly beautiful woman. She is 5’7” with medium sized breast sporting very large dark nipples. She has a narrow waist that accentuates her round hips and thick firm ass. She has darker brown skin which I love but it’s her light brown eyes that seem to pierce right through you that draw your attention to how pretty she is.
She is also very active in staying fit. So she keeps her hair shirt and natural. She is very modest and didn’t seem to even notice how men and even women looked at her. This drove me crazy. Which in turn would cause me to think about swinging or sharing her.
We were reassigned to the DC area. We moved into a very small apartment building that gave us access to a lot of downtown places.
We had no children so we would hit the after work scenes and go to parties making a lot of friends. Again the attention Monica would get stirred up my desires.
What happened to change everything blew me away. Our next door neighbor was an elderly black gentleman. He was 60 years old and a widower. He was a little on the heavy side but handsome. Sporting very white hair that stood out on his very dark skin.
We were both widowers and would have conversations about life and moving forward. His wife had only passed away a couple years prior. We would have him over for dinner. He was a very friendly guy but noticeably lonely.
One night in bed Monica brought up how her heart broke for him. I used the opportunity to bring up he had mentioned his missed the companionship of a woman. Monica got silent for a short time.
Then she brought up the fact she thought Clemon was trying to flirt with her. I laughed telling her that most men and some women flirt with her. She scoffed at my comment. I told her it was true. She was beautiful and people noticed it.
I didn’t think anything more about it. But over the next week. Monica has Clemon over three more times for dinner. She even went walking with him in the evening when he walked his dog.
She came into the apartment after one of these walks a bit flustered. I prodded her to tell me what had her that way.
She teared up saying Clemon tried to kiss her and she slapped him. She felt so confused and upset. But also worried about slapping him.
We talked for quite a while. Finally, I just told her I wanted her to sleep with him. Her jaw dropped and she was speechless. I went on to explain that I thought she liked him and he obviously liked her. Adding how lonely he must be.
I thought Monica would get angry and start popping her neck and calling me out of my name. But she didn’t. She just ask more questions about why I would want her to sleep with another man. Or the cons of how would Clemon handle something like that.
She finally said she couldn’t do anything like that. So again I let it go. She had a restless sleep the next few nights. I knew she was fretting over slapping Clemon still.
She went out shopping the next day. I knocked on Clemon’s door. He looked mortified. I reassured I wasn’t there to beat him up. We sat and he apologized profusely. He was ashamed and couldn’t face Monica ever again.
He panicked when I asked him to come to dinner that night. I told him Monica wasn’t angry at him she was just confused. But just as concerned for him as ever. He seemed to be very relieved and assured me it would never happen again. He agreed somewhat reluctantly to come to dinner.
I lied to Monica saying I had a random encounter with Clemon. I told her the truth about his remorsefulness. She wasn’t super excited about me inviting him to dinner. But accepted it was the right thing to do.
Dinner was initially awkward as to be expected. A bunch of small talk. Clemon finally addressed the elephant in the room. He broke down crying trying to apologize to Monica which only made her cry.
He went on to explain how lonely he was and that she was just so beautiful and reminded him so much of his Sophie albeit much younger. Things settled down some and we sat in our living room sipping some wine.
Clemon went to use the restroom. Monica looked at me with those piercing light brown eyes. She asked me if I was sure. I had no idea what she was talking about. She took a deep breath and asked more specifically if I was sure I would be ok with her sleeping with Clemon.
I responded with absolute certainty I was. I told her I loved her and nothing would change that. She downed her wine just as Clemon reentered the room.
Before he could sit back down. Monica stood up walk o we to him. He literally wince maybe expecting it was an ambush and he would be getting another slap to the face.
She took his hand and without a word led him into our bedroom. Clemon look back at me and all I could do was raise my glass in an approving toast. Monica closed the door behind them.
I could only here whispers for about ten minutes. I walked up to the door three times. The third trip I was rewarded with soft moans from Clemon and some wet sucking sounds.
My dick went immediately rigid. My “Hell no” wife was sucking another man’s cock. They was some shuffling around. Monica let it a long hiss followed by telling him he ate pussy so good.
Clemon took the encouragement and ate her to an orgasm. More rustling then a long moan from her. Clemon announced how tight her pussy was.
The bed started a rhythmic slow squeaking accompanied by her gasp and his comments. They changed positions a couple time. Monica came a couple times before Clemon let out a series of guttural grunts. I don’t know why but I tested the door knob and it was locked. That made my arousal that much more intense.
They talked for quite a while. Then the door to the bedroom opened. Clemon looked at me then away before exiting our apartment. I walked into the bedroom and Monica was laying spread eagle on the bed looking thoroughly fucked with cum oozing out of her pussy.
She looked at me saying, “You better not be angry!”
I stripped and slid my aching cock inside her very wet now stretched out pussy. We fucked and she gave me details. His cock was as thick as mine but two inches longer. He had huge balls and cane in quarts. She added he had the longest tongue she ever saw. That was all it took. I added my load to her already saturated pussy.
Over the next year Monica would fuck Clemon a couple time a week. Sometimes in our bed. Sometimes overnight at his place. When she fucked him in his bed I could still hear them through the adjoining wall. She never felt comfortable with me watching them.
The only accept ion was we got new assignments and had a farewell party at a local pub. Monica drank a little
more than normal.
We returned to our apartment which was down to an air mattress and a camping table for furniture. She complained she wanted a real bed and drunkenly knocked on Clemons door.
A very sleepy Clemon answered the door in boxers and a tee shirt. Monica slipped past him slurring she wanted to sleep in a bed. I shrugged and followed her inside. Monica walked straight into Clemon’s bedroom stripped off her dress and got under the covers wearing only panties.
I apologized to Clemon for the late night intrusion. He said no worries and offered up his bed to me as well. Saying he would take the couch. No judgment but his couch didn’t look to comfortable.
I didn’t want to put him out that way. I guess I could of hit my air mattress. But instead I just asked him for a blanket and pillow as laid down on his couch.
I tried to get comfortable as he walked back into his bedroom. I noticed he left the door open quite a ways. I suspected it wouldn’t matter as Monica had probably passed out.
In hindsight I am glad his couch was so lumpy. I couldn’t get to sleep. I heard a soft moan and Monica’s slurred voice. Then her moaning became more persistent. I got up from the couch and snuck up to the door.
He had left a lamp on. Clemon was naked laying next to Monica. He had pulled the sheet down to expose her firm breast. He was licking and sucking on one nipple as his hand moved between her legs under the sheet.
At first Monica was saying no she wanted to go to sleep. But he legs came up and spread wider giving him better access. Her breathing was getting deeper and her nipples were rock hard.
She let out a long moan and that seemed like a spark. She opened her eyes and raised her ass so she could remove her panties. She pushed Clemon on his back then moved to straddle his face.
They were crossways on the bed so I could see her small hand on his big cock as she gripped it and started to suck him. She let out a gasp drawing my attention to Clemon inserting a dick sized long tongue into her pussy.
Then he went step further. Clemon alternated between her pussy and ass with that massive tongue. Driving her crazy with pleasure. Monica came with a shout her ass cheeks spasmed in orgasm.
Monica moves around to straddle him. It took a little work but she finally got his big dick deep inside her pussy. She rocked back and forth the lean forward and started to ride him hard and fast.
Monica came again collapsing forward onto his stomach and chest. She moved off of him and laid with her back towards him. Clemon lifted her leg and slid his slimy wet dick back in. He pumped away causing her to start moaning again. She was pretty spent at this point.
Clemon start to breath hard and came with a series of grunts. They laid there with his cock still pulsing inside her and copious amounts of cum oozing out of her.
I went to the bathroom and rubbed one out. When I woke up in the morning. Clemon was gone to work but had a fresh pot of coffee made. There was a note propped against the pot.
I poured a cup for Monica and found a couple aspirin. When I entered the room she was tangled in the sheet and looking pretty rough.
I gave her the coffee and aspirin then read the note Clemon left aloud. Basically, he told us goodbye as we were leaving that afternoon. He wrote that he loved us both and said we had possibly saved his life. He said he was strong enough to go one without his Sophie now. He wished us the best and asked us to keep in touch.
Monica was sitting and tears streaked her cheeks. I hugged and kissed her. We returned to our place showered. Loaded the remaining things we had left with us in my truck. Off we went to our next adventure.
We never saw Clemon again. But we did stay in touch. He did remarry and seemed very happy. Sadly he passed away a few years back. We will never forget that gentle man. Monica says to this day he was one of her best lovers ever.
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