Karen Kay's Korner

My name is Roger, forty four next birthday and although I'd always fantasized about seeing my wife making love with another man, I really wasn't prepared for it to happen in my own backyard so to speak.

My wife is an amiable and willing lover; fifteen years younger than I but had never shown any signs of real, wild passion or any sense of adventure, when making love, and the strongest word I would have used to describe our sex life was 'nice'.

Let me describe Jane. She’s an adorable little petite blonde with a nice figure which she’d tried her hardest to disguise behind shapeless clothing, even though I'd tried to persuade her to be proud of it and show it off. Her perfect, large breasts stand proudly, without any need of support, and are topped by the longest nipples I've ever seen.

They are very sensitive and she had always stopped me when I got carried away and wanted to suck them into my mouth like a baby. Her waist is deeply indented, which makes her pouting bottom even more pronounced. She'd always complained about her bottom being too big but believe me it is one of the most sensual one I've ever seen and just the sight of it always gets me aroused.

Her face is lovely, even though most of the time it bore a severe expression, but when she smiles it lights up and makes one feel happy just to be with her. She carries herself very regally and people, who don't know her, think she's stuck up but really she's rather shy and tries to disguise it behind an air of aloofness.

Enough of my bragging and lets get down to that night when it all changed.

An old college friend named Grant, whom we both liked very much, turned up on our doorstep bearing three bottles of chilled wine. He was on leave from his job in Kenya.

Grant is a tall slim black man. He never married. He always had a thing for the white ladies when we were in college. Jane met him at our wedding when he flew in for the occasion

As we caught up with each other's news we drank the wine and, by the third bottle, for the first time since I’d known her Jane got really smashed. From being a reserved, cool lady she became a flirty, giggly vamp.

She was slumped in an armchair, opposite Grant and I, and I suddenly realized that her legs were spread apart, and, because the skirt was hiked way up her strong thighs, I could see all the way up to her panties. If I could see everything so could Grant I realized!

I looked at him and saw that indeed his eyes were glued to the sexy spectacle of thick strands of pubic hair framing the narrow gusset. She soon became aware of our scrutiny and, to my immense surprise, instead of closing her legs and pulling her skirt down she started to giggle and opened them even wider so that the skirt was now wrapped round her hips leaving her legs completely bare.

As I continued staring at her crotch I noticed that the gusset of her panties had become very wet which made it almost transparent so that one could see a hint of pink amongst the blonde of her pubic curls as the material sank partly between the lips.

The sexy sight made me tremendously randy and I had to adjust my erection, which was bulging against the front of my trousers. I nearly burst out laughing when I caught Grant doing the same thing simultaneously

My demure wife said something about it being stifling and staggered to her feet and, as I watched boggle-eyed, she somehow managed to slip out of her dress. Although she was swaying, and her eyes were unfocussed, she stood there in her modest set of M & S underwear like a queen. She looked so sexy because of the lushness of her figure contrasted so lewdly with her plain panties.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as she reached behind her back, fumbled for sometime, then, as I continued watching astounded by what was developing, the bra slid down her arms and her fabulous full breasts bounced into view. The nipples were fully erect and, as I have previously mentioned, they are as long and as thick as the first joint of my thumb.

Besides me I heard Grant gasp as my wife cupped her breasts, kneading the globes as she pulled on those extraordinary nipples with her fingertips. I was speechless and rooted to the sofa; but Grant stood up and asked Jane if she needed any help.

She giggled and, turning her back to us, said that it would be nice if he helped her take her panties off. I was still struggling with the import of her words as I watched him sinking down to his knees, behind her, and hooking his fingers into the waistband and, with one swift motion, he yanked them down all the way to her ankles.

Supporting herself with one hand on the table she lifted her feet, one by one, and daintily stepped out of her panties leaving them in a heap on the carpet. Save for her high heels she was naked! She turned around to face us. Grant was still on his knees and his hands immediately grasped her bouncing breasts and shaped one of them so that ho could take the huge nipple between his lips.

She moaned and her fingers gripped the back of his neck as he sucked the nipple and a great deal of her boob into his mouth, something she'd always stopped me from doing. She had her eyes closed and I'd never seen an expression of such ecstasy on her face before as he nibbled and sucked the teat forcefully. He switched his attention to the other breast leaving the first one glowing redly with its huge nipple swollen to an even more extraordinary size.

I just sat there, with a lump in my throat and one in my trousers absolutely fascinated and excited by what was happening a few feet in front of me and hardly believing that one of my deepest fantasies was coming true.

I watched, without blinking, as one of his black hands traveled up her inner thighs and the fingers combed through the curly hair to expose her pussy lips. They were moist and swollen and it only took the merest touch for them to peel apart of their own accord. My cock was twitching like crazy and butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I watched Grant's fingertips tightly brushing up and down the exposed slit, smearing the oozing love juice over the folds before concentrating on the small love button, which had popped into view.

I'm sure that if she had not been holding on to him she would have collapsed as he smeared her own love juice in the nubbin before he pinched it between two fingers while continuing to suck on her nipples. She was moaning and whimpering and her lush body was shaking all over.

I'd never seen so aroused and just sat looking stunned by what was happening!

Her head went back, her eyes were closed, and from her throat came a deep animal noise and I realized that Grant had brought her to a huge climax; something she'd never experienced before except when being penetrated by my cock.

I was jealous as hell, but at the same time over the moon, as her body shook and drool ran down her chin while love juice foamed around my friend's twirling fingers as they reamed deep inside her pussy.

He stood up and, without looking at me, took his clothes off revealing a swollen and angry-looking cock which was dribbling and jerking with every heartbeat.

On reflection, I think I made some form of move to interfere at that time, but it was to no avail as he led her back to the chair and, turning her around, made her bend from the waist so that her gorgeous bare bottom was pointing in the air and her head rested on folded arms. I could see just how wet and open her sex was, as he guided the head of his large black cock between the spread lips.

With a flick of his hips he buried the entire length of his hard, meaty black pole into my wife’s pussy. She grunted, her dangling tits swung furiously from side to side, and immediately she pushed her bottom back to meet his thrusts as he started to fuck her in earnest.

I sat there stroking my cock as I watched my friend fuck my wife in front of me. It was obvious that she loved every moment. It was weird but frankly immensely exciting.

She howled as her second climax hit her. He continued to fuck her, while she screamed the place down as her body shook violently. I saw his backside clench and he grunted and I knew that he was pumping his black African sperm deep inside my wife's pussy. She gave every indication that she was also orgasming again at the same time as he was flooding her pussy with his spunk.

Then he pulled back and his sticky-looking black prick slipped out, with a loud popping sound. I gaped at the sight of her open, pink pussy dribbling his spunk so that it hung down in a long silvery loop, glistening in the light; between her spread legs.

She made no move to straighten up and just stayed bent over lewdly displaying her flooded pussy. It was so obscene that it overcame my paralysis. I leapt up and, getting rid of my clothes, I gripped her hips fiercely and slammed my hard cock all the way into her squelching pussy. It felt weird having my cock coated with another man's spunk and the lewdness of it caused me to go overboard.

It only took about five strokes before I added my load of spunk to his. When I'd completely finished unloading my spunk I pulled my cock out and stepped back. It was like watching a miniature waterfall as the blend of his and my sperm spilled out and ran down her legs or hung in long strands.

To my surprise Grant was sporting another hard-on and, pushing me aside, he plunged it back into her pussy; forcing more spunk to bubble out of it. It was the lewdest sight that I'd ever seen. I watched a collar of foamy spunk form at the base of his black cock.

I felt my prick twitch in response as his hard cock pumped in and out of her grasping pussy, forcing more and more sperm to bubble out. She came so many times that I lost count. That night Jane acted like a raving nymphomaniac, urging us on and vocalizing her many orgasms as we took turn fucking her.

The whole situation was so surreal that instead of being jealous that Grant was giving her so much pleasure I encouraged him to fuck her even harder as I rested and waited for my cock to get hard again.

I don't know how long that wild session lasted but I was exhausted while Grant and Jane were still devouring each other. My last sight of them, before I went to bed, was my wife sitting on his lap hurtling herself up and down his black cock like a woman possessed.

I woke up, when she slipped into bed and cuddled against me, as she told me how he had talked her into sucking his cock, something she had never done before, and how he had fucked her in various exotic positions she'd never known existed but had embraced with all the fervour of a convert.

Later, when we discussed it, she confessed that when she got drunk she couldn't control her sexual urges and that's why she normally never drinks because she's ashamed of her lusty sexuality. She asked my forgiveness and I pointed out that I'd been there and could have stopped it happening and that it was as much my responsibility as hers.

Well, things have changed now for the better and, whenever we feel like a torrid session, we finish one or two bottles of wine then fuck ourselves stupid. She will do absolutely anything and often comes up with weird variations she wants to try out.

She's taken to cock-sucking like a duck to water and can't seem to get enough and is always fishing my cock out of my trousers so that she can practice. I spend hours sucking those extraordinary nipples. She also now dresses to please me and her many male admirers.

Before going hark to Kenya Grant came round for another night of lust and revelry and I experienced the thrill of seeing my wife sandwiched between Grant and I, with my cock deep in her bottom while his black cock was wedged all the way up into her pussy.

I wonder whether her sexual appetite will change after the birth of our baby?

I have no idea who the father is and I don’t really care as I will love it as my own anyway. I do look forward to suckling those amazing nipples when she starts to lactate.