Wife C begins the story…

Before I get into a detailed account of my first experience with a black man, I want to let you know that my husband knows about it in great detail. I will let him tell you what he heard and how he felt first before I fill in the blanks. Also understand that we normally don’t do anything like this and it is out of character for me to cheat on my husband although I do think about it a lot. So I guess I am just as guilty.

We had both been drinking too much. We had already had a good session of fucking that afternoon in the room after checking in. Our neighbors were also getting it on big time. The walls are thin in this old hotel and you can hear conversations and sounds really good. We just stopped and listened to this couple make love for more that two hours. I tell you this because later that night my husband would again listen to it again most of the night. We both were so horny from listening to their grunts and moans and the fact that the bed sqeaked and hit the wall constantly for all that time.

This young stud had some more staying power and stamina to keep that up, we agreed. I heard him tell her how he was going to fuck her so hard and for so long that she would not be able to stand up and sing. I thought that strange at the time. It wasn’t long before we were both cumming. I screamed out loudly and F begin to grunt his deep gutteral sound as if it is killing him as he unloaded a huge amount of cum in my pussy. When we calmed down, all we heard was silence from the other room. They had been listening to us cum. Then the bumping and sweaking started again and then I heard her cry out that she was cumming and to fuck her harder. He picked up his pace and pounded her until he was grunting like a wild animal too.

We thought he would soon be through but he continued to fuck her until she was cumming again. This happened about three more times until finally she told him to stop that she could not take it any more. He begged her to let him get off once more in her and he would stop. Whether she agreed or not, the relentless pounding continued till he unloaded in her again with such sounds and dirty language I had never heard. We heard them getting up and moving around, so we did too.

We showered and dressed for the evening and started out the door. At the same time, this same couple came out of their room and we were shocked. The young stud was not young at all but looked to be in his sixties. He was short and slim, very distinguished looking with a shiny bald head. His ebony skin was a contrast to his wife’s (lady, as we later found out). She was taller than he and a big beautiful lady. She had the looks and creamy skin color of Ophra Winfrey.

Hubby F continues…

She did not describe herself, so I will. She is a very beautiful 5 ft. 6 in. redhead (not a natural) with smooth silky white skin. She has perfectly shaped legs and feet with toes that you just want to suck. I’m a “foot man” so she keeps them in perfect condition with pedicures and her fingers manicured too. She has natural C-cup breast that hang some from the weight and are adorned with large brown areolas and big long nipples. Her ass is nice and wide with the bubble cheeks that most men like to see in something tight. The crown jewel is between her smooth legs and except for a little bit of dark hair above her big clit it is completely bald. She has large pertruding lips that really hang low and turn almost purple when she is excited. She does not look a day over 40 but she is over 50. Now that you have a visual, I will continue where she left off.

We had just finished up with some hard and heavy sex in our hotel room and had listened to the couple next door “going at it” too. As we went out the door to go downstairs to the bar, we “bumped” into them in the hall as they came out of the room next to ours. We recognized her as the lead singer in the blues band that performs on the weekends in the lounge in the hotel. We had talked to her on several occasions at the bar during breaks. As C mentioned she was a rather large black lady with huge tits and ass but her legs were very well shaped and toned. She had very smooth light brown skin. She was always beautiful and so sweet and kind. He was the lead guitarist but we had never actually met him.

D, the singer introduced him as Jack. He immediately said ,”But my friends call me Jackhammer.” He shook my hand and then took my wife’s tiny hand in his large black hand and bent to kiss it. D said to C to watch out for him because he was such a charmer. We had a laugh about all the noise we had both made in the rooms as we walked to the elevator. My wife being the curious one, although I wanted to know too, asked why he was called “Jackhammer”. D answered the question with, ” Why girl, didn’t you hear how he sounded this afternoon. Honey, he don’t have no off button on that “thang” of his. He don’t know when to stop. He’s like the Energizer Bunny. He can go all night and not stop. Don’t let him talk you into anything, baby!” C and I just looked at each other as we stood in the elevator. I knew what she was thinking.

Later, after several drinks, she and I were feeling “no pain”. The band was playing some realy good blues and jazz. I asked her if she wanted to try some black cock and pointed to Jackhammer. She flushed and quickly said,no definitely not, that she was satisfied with just me. She said that she loved me and would not ever do something like that. Then, she added with a grin, “Besides, he is too old for me and when I let men fuck me, I want them to be tall and handsome and not quite that dark.” “I heard D say he could go all night and he sounded like he could get rough. You like it rough,” I pressed on. “Forget it!” she responded “I’s just a fantacy of mine and yours”.

I ordered another drink and soon felt myself slowly drifting away. I remember seeing D and Jack at the bar talking to C and then them helping me into the room and onto the bed. After that the lights went out until sometime early in the morning, when I heard loud sounds from behind my head. My head was killing me and I wanted the noise to stop. As I began to wake up, I realized it was the same sounds we had heard that previous afternoon–a steady bump, bump, bump. I heard some soft whimpers and moans and then a very load “God I’m cumming–Fuck me harder!!” scream and began to figure out what it was and who it was. Jackhammer was going at it again with D. I then felt around on the bed for my wife to see if she was awake and hearing them too, but in the darkness I could not find her. I called her name and then began to panic. The last time I saw her was with D and Jack.

My mind began to race with all types of wild thoughts. Where was my wife? Was she safe? Did she go back to be bar? Was she with another man? Was that her in the other room? I began to listen to the sounds in the next room more intently. I could of course hear the relentless pounding someone was getting by the head board hitting the wall and the sqeaking of the bed and the deep groaning of both Jack and whoever. Then I heard the door to their room opening and a ladies voice–D’s voice. “Are you two still going at it. Honey, I told you about him. He will kill you baby.” When the other feminine voice answered, I knew then it WAS C. She could only talk in short phrases between his hammering her and basicly said from what I could barely hear was that she had never been fucked like this before in her life.

I felt my chest about to burst with remorse and anger for having allowed this to happen and actually encouraged her to fuck this man. Yet my cock was betraying my true desire because it had hardened so it seemed like it might explode. I began taking my clothes off and threw them across the darkened room. The pounding that C was getting reminded me of dogs, when the female is in heat and the male hammers her so fast till he cums. Except I had not heard him cum yet. She started cumming again with the deep moans that signal she is about to have an explosive orgasm. Any way I am now stroking my cock to the sounds they were generating and her pleading with him to cum in her and fill her pussy up. I soon came all over myself and the bed as I heard him grunting over and over. With each grunt the bed would hit the wall.

Then there was silence. I drifted off to sleep again and was awakened sometimes around 3 to the pounding again. This went on for probably an hour with C cumming several more times. She again started begging him to cum and even D chimed in for him to go on and cum ,”The poor girl can’t take your big cock no more, sugar.” After he came this time, I heard the bed moving and heard C say that she had to get back to her room before F wakes up. I heard muffled sounds that sounded like kissing and then Jack begging to just put it in one more time. C said no that she couldn’t take any more. D said loudly,”You get on out of here sweet girl, I’ll take care of that hard on for him.” I could not believe the staying power of this old guy.

She opened the door and light from the hall flooded the room and allowed me to see her naked but clothes in hand. She quickly ran into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear the shower and her sobbing. I wanted to go to her, but for some reason I thought she needed to think through what she had just done and maybe then she would want to talk. Again I went back to sleep till I felt her slipping into bed and snuggling up close. I slipped my arms around her and just held her till we both drifted off into a fitfull sleep.

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