Wife at the Swing Party

Wife at the Swing Party Writing something like this is a new experience for me, and I don't even know where to start. I wouldn't dream in a million years to be sitting in front of a computer typing this fact that happened just a few months ago. I've thought about writing my story many times, and I've decided that I need to do it now, even though my memory is fresher. I don't know where to start, and I don't want to go into meaningless details about my marriage, so I'll try to put the important facts and get straight to the point. I met my wife, Paula, when she was still in the old second grade, and I was still a freshman in college, and we dated for about five years before we got married. She was a virgin when I met her, and I believe I was the only man to have owned her until then. We both had a strict and conservative upbringing, especially my wife. We have two small children. We live a materially comfortable life, but over the years, as in most marriages, our sexual routine has fallen to the bottom of the pit. We've tried to rescue her in various ways. Everything we've tried has had limited success, but it's not what we expected. The only thing that excited both of us was talking about our fantasies while we made love. At first, my wife was uncomfortable telling me about her most extreme fantasies because she felt they weren't right. But eventually she opened up and revealed to me that since she had never slept with another man, her biggest fantasy was to have sex with another, especially if it was a stranger. When she told me that, my dick went hard at the time. She had touched on a topic that I found to be incredibly exciting for me too, and I wanted to watch my wife have sex with another man! For several months, we enjoyed this fantasy while making love. But when I talked about turning our fantasy into reality, she immediately replied that she could never go that far. I tried to convince her, saying that I would not be jealous, but she seemed to be obstinate in keeping it just as a fantasy. That takes us back a few months. We went to a wedding of an old college friend in São Paulo, and since it was a holiday, we decided to go out on Thursday night to enjoy a little of the São Paulo evening on Friday. We settled in a hotel. On Friday afternoon, we went for a walk in the mall. In the evening, after dinner, we went to the hotel bar to relax a little, because it was still early for the ballad. In the bar, we met a couple who were also just strolling around São Paulo and, as we drank and played conversation outside, we became more intimate, until they revealed that they were swing fans... We were silent for a moment, but they soon reassured us, saying that they were not fooling us. Conversation goes on and on, out of curiosity, I started asking questions about swing. Realizing my interest, they made comments about several specialized nightclubs. "If you want to know one, I can indicate, without commitment, even because you do not have to participate in the orgy", he offered, while my wife only listened, without saying anything. They also said that they were in São Paulo to participate in a closed party in a cottage, an invitation to a house that they would avoid, but that they could still go because they did not have to leave that night, and we need to urgently make our amendment, "if you want. I accepted the invitations without any guarantee that I would go. We said goodbye to the couple and went back to our room to change our clothes and go out. At first, we planned to go to some bar, but Paula, already half up, said, "mmmm... today I'm in the mood for sex"... in a sensual tone of voice. I smiled at her and said "maybe we could find a man to put out her fire"... and, to my surprise, she replied, "uhhh... maybe... who knows"... So we decided to stop by the party to 'just check the weather', and anything we could go somewhere else. It took some work to find the party venue, but as soon as we arrived, we went inside and familiarized ourselves with the environment. It was an erotic and sensual scene, but no exaggeration. We also noticed several booths set up in another environment, we knew what it was for. We had a few drinks and talked to some couples, without much pretense. After a while, we went and sat in one of the booths, located in a reserved place. They were cubicles of about 22x2, closed, but with some holes in the wall and without a ceiling, illuminated by tilting spotlights. I imagined that those holes were so that 'nobody' could do anything without spectators, but it was not just for that ... We closed the door and we sat side by side on a couch. Through the holes we could watch other couples having sex. Paula's eyes were glazed on a couple next to her - we didn't know what their relationship was but a man was watching a woman being eaten by another man. I told her that the man watching was the woman's husband. I could see the excitement in her eyes. We started kissing and I passed my hand all over her body. I lifted her skirt and I put my hand over her vagina, over her panties, and I could already feel the warmth and moisture forming. I pulled her panties aside a little bit and I passed my finger between her vaginal lips. She let out a deep groan. Her clitoris was already laughing. After a while, I could feel my thumb and my big toe rolling inside my pants. I was able to quickly open my pants. I could see the excitement in her eyes. We started kissing and I passed my hand all over her body. I lifted her skirt and I put my hand over her vagina, over her panties, and I could already feel the warmth and moisture forming. I pushed her panties aside a little bit and I passed my finger between her vaginal lips. She let out a deep groan. Her clitoris was already laughing. After a while, I could feel my thumb rolling inside my pants. With that, she put her index finger in her mouth and, with a sensual look, simulated a kiss with her red lips. "You are driving me crazy!!!", I said. She gave a smile when I got up and put my hard cock between her lips and sucked me like never before. It didn't take long for me to mock. Holding the head of my cock with her lips, she held all my cock in her mouth. Then she took my cock out of her mouth and turned around, spitting my cock on the floor. She said that the taste of my cock makes her nauseous. I sat down next to her to rest a little, but Paula had other plans, "now it's my turn!" she said, spreading her legs. She smiled when I put myself between her legs and bent down on the floor. With her hands she pulled my head into her bucket and pulled her panties aside. Soon she began to groan, pulling and pressing my head against her vagina. A little while later Paula screamed and pulled me away from her legs, covering her genitals with her hands. Looking at her I noticed a wonder in her eyes, fixed on the wall. Turning around, I saw what had frightened her: a huge black roll in the hole in the wall. It must have been between 23 and 25 cm, as thick as Paula's wrist. My eyes turned to my wife, and in her eyes I saw something. That look of amazement had been replaced by a look of total fascination. And what she did froze my whole body. With her right hand, she slowly reached for this huge stick. Her eyes peered at me to see my reaction, in which she saw no objection. She caressed gently, with her little hand, that black mast. She seemed to study intimately every detail as she caressed, punching it very lightly with her long, thin fingers. That huge roller pulsed with the mere touch of Paula's fingers. She no longer took her eyes off this black penis of a stranger. It was as soon as the repressed sexual desire was slowly emerging, as this black face gradually destroyed her virtues. Suddenly, satisfied with her curiosity, her left hand joined her right, with a wild and intense look on her face, brought her mouth closer to the black roll of this stranger! Slowly she brought her mouth closer to the head of that roll. I knew what she was thinking. She may have thought of resisting, but she really wanted to slide her lips along that black roll. And so she did, with the tip of her tongue she licked the head of that stick. I watched in awe as she opened that roll, sliding through her lips, sinking in the warmth of her mouth. She sucked on the voluptuous, just sucking it out of her mouth to pass her tongue through that roll to the bag. The two groaned with excitement and pleasure. She couldn't even get half of that little roll into her mouth, but I was so enchanted I pulled it into her mouth and slid her lips along the back of that black roll. As if this stranger sensed his desire, he suddenly pulled the licked stick out of the hole, but seconds later it reappeared protected by a condom, which due to the length of the penis, covered only a little more than 2/3 of the total. Paula stared at that roll for a few seconds before holding it again. As she ran her fingers along that condom-protected roll, I thought it was clear what he wanted her to do. Although she was thinking, I broke the silence and said, "honey, I think he wants to eat you"... to which she replied, "I don't know... she... I can't", stuttering. Passing a finger on her clitoris, I said, "but your body says otherwise... you know you want this huge dick inside of you... filling you like you've never been before"... and I went on to say, "think how nice it would be to feel that huge, hot black dick in the depths of your femininity"... She didn't answer, but her eyes were full of lust. Holding her by the arm, she stood up, but said again "no... I can't do that"... She looked at me with eyes full of lust, but at the same time those eyes begged me to stop. She tried reluctantly when I lifted her skirt up to her waist. "No... I can't do that"... she repeated. But she lessened resistance when I drove her butt towards the hole and made her crouch down. I put her hands on my knees, allowing her to rest in this position. Then I held the stranger's roll and walked across her genitalia, still covered by her panty. She tried to hold a deep groan, but couldn't. Pushing her little hand to the other side of her body, then with that rolling stick, she walked towards her head up to her waist. "No... I can't do that"... she repeated. your vaginal lips. "Ahhh... no... please... no"... she repeated. Inside her was a battle between her rigid morality and her sexual lust. But I knew what the outcome of that battle would be. Holding that stick partially resting on her vaginal lips, I whispered, "love... feel this huge black roll of a stranger... fulfill your fantasy and have fun... take what's inside you"... That was all she needed to hear. I felt a trembling in her whole body. As her hips rolled and she clasped the head of that roll, which I still held, the stranger did the rest. He pushed the stick and moved slowly, inch by inch, and I could feel it sliding into my wife. Soon I had only held that roll - I had penetrated about half of it when he let out a deep groan. From that moment on, the smooth movements ceased. On the other side of the wall, the strange black man was fucking my wife like a battering ram. Paula remained with her eyes closed and moaned loudly at every stroke of him. In less than a minute she was completely lost in the act, oblivious to anything but sex with that stranger. Her fingernails were squeezing my thighs deeply as she violently squeezed her hips against the wall. I opened her blouse and pulled off her bra to massage her breasts. I had never felt her nipples so tight. I kept passing my hands over her body as close to her vagina as I could. Upon reaching her clitoris, she lifted her head and threw it back, releasing another deep groan. I was feeling left out, wanted to be part of the trance, and decided to masturbate his clitoris while she was being penetrated. As I fingered his clitoris, I couldn't resist and put my fingers around the black penis that my wife was pumping, to feel the circumference. It just didn't occur to me what would result from my participation. In the back-and-forth motion, I felt the edge of the condom get stuck in my fingers, and before I could take my hand off, the condom had slipped, leaving more than half of the front of his uncovered. The condom was coming out of his Paula as he entered the rehearsal, while I tried, unsuccessfully, to adjust it again. In a quick movement, his penis drew my wife's, but penetrating the red stick back into it, this time the condom stayed in the vagina, for now, I was not sure what had happened. As soon as the condom slipped out of his wife's hand, I realized that the pink stick had completely detached itself from my wife's hand. I had every reason in the world to interrupt them and put another condom in it. But for some reason, I stayed still. On the contrary, I simply sat, holding the condom in my hand and seeing the contrast of that black roller with a pinkish vagina, of the thick, coal-black pubic hair with the smooth, gold-colored plumage. Only then, seeing the penetration, did I realize what I was watching - I was witnessing my wife of years performing an unimaginable sexual act, not even in the wildest of dreams. She was a virgin until we met, and during all the years of our marriage, she had never betrayed me. She was an exemplary wife and mother, with immaculate morality. She was still here, in a place we had never been, at a party in a small, private cabin. And my eyes were staring at this cabin in front of me, and I couldn't believe that I was seeing this same woman. I'd watch her roll, squeezing her ass against a wall covered in the dry cock of countless men, to the point of conceiving a black stranger. I felt like I had a 45-degree fever as I listened to my wife groan loudly and watched her face demonstrate the erotic ecstasy in which she was. She was totally lost in the feeling of having the bucket penetrated by a huge black roll of a nameless, faceless black man, a total stranger. The best term I can think of is "surrealist". As I looked at them, I wondered why I didn't interrupt the copulation for him to put on a condom. It was hard to admit, but I was incredibly excited by the high risk of her becoming pregnant! And the fact that this strange black man had the condomless roll inside my wife's unprotected reproductive organ, and that she was on her most fertile period of the month, only nourished my desire beyond imagination. I even tried to suppress this desire, but I couldn't. In the heat of that moment, all logic had disappeared from my mind. I started masturbating when it became clear what I wanted. I wanted this strange black man to ejaculate his sperm well into my wife's bottom, and get pregnant with a black baby!!! Feeling that she was almost enjoying herself, I began to masturbate her clitoris again. Within seconds she began to show all the signs of an intense orgasm. I could also feel by the quick punches of this strange black that he would also enjoy. Paula's clitoral masturbation, faster and stronger, together with the black's punches, was too much for her. My wife took a deep breath, and her cry echoed in the cockpit "AHHHHHHH... OHHHHHHH... MY GOD!!!!!!!!" as soon as she reached orgasm. There was no way to contain her emotions. She screamed as if she was in pain, as she held her ass glued to the wall with tenderness, letting this black to send to heights that I never know. Or I would beat his thighs against the wall on the other side of the cockpit. For a moment I made sure that while he was inside I would not let anything happen to him, but I thought that he would not be able to ejaculate even before his wife reached an orgasm. But I knew that he would not be able to do anything. But I was holding my wife inside, and I didn't want to let anything happen. On the contrary, I put my fingers on the underside of his dick and felt the seminal canal pulsate... despite any regret, it was too late to stop the course of nature. In even shorter and stronger strokes, countless times I felt this black dick ejaculate his sperm inside my wife's vagina, a flood that, at 35 years of his femininity, could result in a mulatto baby. I didn't believe it was possible that a man could have so much fun, more than 15 seconds holding the roller planted deep into my wife, ejaculating jet after jet of shit inside her. Suddenly, it was all over... a silence hovered, except for Paula's same gasping breath. I could feel her body relaxing at the same time I could feel a warm, sticky fluid trickling down my fingers as the stranger withdrew his already half-flabby roll from inside my wife, at the same time as she moved away from the wall. I pushed her away from the wall and, with her still only four, I pressed my face closer to her vagina and felt a different smell. There was the familiar smell of my wife's vagina, but a distinct smell prevailed, the smell of another man's vagina. I wanted to see the state the picture had been in, and I closed the bottle and positioned it in a dense spot, slowly opening her vaginal lips. There were a few drops of sperm close to her clitoris; but looking at her inside, I could see her crystallizing, looking closer to the wall. I pushed her away from the wall and, with her still four, pressed my face closer to her vagina and felt a different smell. There was the familiar smell of my wife's vagina, but a distinct smell prevailed, the smell of another man's vagina. Paula didn't seem to feel the fun inside of her. I imagined that that huge dick had judged her so much that her vagina was numb, and combined with the drinks, she didn't stop to think about it, and there was no reason why, since she didn't imagine that the condom had come out. She turned around, and with her eyes wide open, she kissed me deeply and wanted to go back to the hotel. Carefully, I adjusted her panties, straightened her skirt, buttoned her blouse, and we left the party. I tried to see if I could find the black man, but there was none. There were several other white men, but no black man. Only on the way out, I spotted one, maybe a janitor, a gentleman of about 60 years old. But what is possible? I don't know who he was, and I'll probably never know who will possibly be the biological father of our child. At the hotel, I took her straight to bed, but she soon told me she was too tired to make love with me. I said, "I just want to observe her body"... I lifted her skirt and couldn't believe that she didn't feel her panties smeared with the black man's sperm. That scene turned me on. I put myself between her legs, opened her blouse, and, looking at my wife who had just come out of an extramarital relationship, I started masturbating while we talked about what had happened. I talked about how exciting it was to see her being eaten by that black man. In response, she said it was the best sex she'd ever had. She quickly tried to correct herself by saying that I was the best, but she knew she was lying. I was a little jealous when I realized that some strange black man had taken her up on her high heels. But she was on my wrists, and I started enjoying the inside of her panties, at least for the next morning, because I had confused her with another man. Soon she fell asleep. We were under the covers, and I cuddled behind her, hugging her. I passed my hand on her belly, wondering if there was a fertile egg in her uterus, surrounded by millions of black sperm, or if she was already pregnant. And at that moment I confirmed what I had wished for in the cabin. In the cabin I could use the excuse that it was just the heat of the moment, but by caressing Paula's belly, I accepted the fact that I wanted an unknown black man to impregnate my wife! - the-- Well, that's my story. If you're a black man who lives or was in São Paulo, in Chácara Paraíso, at the 'Celebração a Baco' party (I think), and had this experience, on September 4, 1998, I want to tell you something. Today, the white woman you ate through that hole, is four months pregnant with your child. At first, there were some dizzinesses, but when her period didn't come, I told her what had happened. I explained that I didn't want to say anything while I waited and prayed that her sperm wouldn't get her pregnant. Deep down, I suspect that she, like me, knew what was going on, because it's a hard fact not to notice, even under those circumstances, but the 'risk' element is really exciting, and our sex life has improved a lot, especially after the official announcement of her pregnancy, confirmed by a pharmacy test followed by a gynecological exam. We even discussed the option of an abortion, but since it is illegal, there is no safe way to do it. Paula is also against abortion, and a few days ago she sacralized our choice. It will be difficult to explain to family and friends how we, both blondes, will have a black child. To say that it is adopted would be cruel to the child, and to say that it is the result of an infidelity is unfair to Paula, so we decided to reveal that it is the consequence of a 'consensual adultery', with both taking responsibility together in front of everyone. Her belly has grown a little and her breasts seem bigger, and I like to fuck her while I put my hand on her belly, which excites me a lot, because it's the proof of the materialization of our fantasy, and sometimes I kneel in front of her, and I lift her blouse to kiss her belly, and I remember how that baby ended up in there, how another man, a black man, got her pregnant. If there are no complications, at the end of May 1999, my wife will give birth to her son, a black baby...