My Slut Latina Wife - By Mark Pearson
Let me start by saying that my wife is one of those women that doesn't have to do anything to be sexy, they just are. Long, dark hair with big, brown eyes and tanned skin - a classic Latina beauty. She's also petite at 5 ft 3 and has an extremely sensual body: an ass so round and soft that when she presses it against your crotch at night she has complete control over you -- you would do anything for that warm ass and she knows it; small, puffy tits that make your dick get even harder when you see them bounce as you're fucking her missionary, her left leg pushed wide open to allow even deeper entry; and a face that's so pretty you can't help but keep your eyes open as your tongue plays with hers. As for that pussy - it gets so hot and wet, it feels and tastes so good; no other pussy comes close.
We've been together for around 5 years and had always had a good sex life, but a few years ago things became stale; she was up for it less and less, and I could sense that something was wrong, even though she wouldn't tell me. Then one day she did: she had become bored, and just didn't find me as attractive as she used to. I love her so much that when she asked if we could start to experiment sexually, maybe even one day have an open relationship, only open on her side, I couldn't bear the thought of her becoming unhappy with me and leaving, so I said yes. And she has taken full advantage ever since.
The first new thing we tried was going to a sex club. We had talked about it for a long time, and she had made the rules quite clear: I wasn't allowed to do anything with any other women, and she just wanted to have sex with me in front of a group. But when I asked her if she'd like to have sex with another man at one of these parties, she admitted that the thought of doing that really turned her on.
One evening we went out for a few drinks. I had arranged everything, and in the back of my mind knew about a sex club close to where we were drinking that we could go to if the mood felt right. From the moment I saw her stepping out of her apartment, I knew that we would end up there. She was dressed in knee-high black boots with a skimpy black dress, her creamy thighs on show for the world to see, her sensual ass cheeks just hidden. Her long, black hair fell over her shoulders and her full, red lips enticed you in.
When we walked into the bar, everyone stopped to stare at her. The men couldn't help but themselves and ogled her body greedily, whilst the women glared jealously. I felt like a king stood next to her, and knew that after a few drinks I would be taking her to the club down the road where I would, for the first time in my life, watch another man open my sweet wife's legs wide open and plunge his engorged, throbbing cock inside of her.
We left the bar, walked down the street and I paid for our entry into the private club. As we went into the dimly lit room, everyone again turned to stare. It made me proud to be seen with her and I squeezed her hand in mine. She looked at me, confused, not sure what type of place this was, until she saw an attractive couple in their 20's passionately kissing in the corner, the man's hand firmly up his partner's skirt. Her eyes scanned the room further and she caught sight of a slim, young Asian woman in a low-cut blouse on her knees, gagging on a black man's massive cock, saliva seeping out of her wide-open mouth and down his long, thick shaft.
She beamed a huge smile at me and let out a little squeal; I knew that I had brought her to the right place.
We went over to the bar and ordered our drinks, then sat on the velvet barstools, holding hands and talking quietly to each other about what we could see. I could feel her attention drawn to the sight of the pretty Asian sucking cock, and I asked her if seeing that turned her on. She nodded, watching intently as the black man simply leaned back in a comfortable chair, his long, thick cock sliding down his delicate partner's throat.
She patiently sucked him off for a while before he came. When the moment arrived, he took her head in his hands and made sure that she kept her lips around his member as his shaft throbbed, hot cum shooting down her throat and spilling out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes on his the whole time. He held her like this until every drop had been sucked out, moving her head slowly back and forth with his hands for a few minutes as she gazed submissively into his eyes, cum and spit drooling off her chin and onto her chest and blouse.
When he eventually moved her lips off from around his dick we could see that it had gone soft, but was still bigger than mine. My wife bit her lit and wriggled on her barstool.
We sat drinking and talking for a little while more, but nothing peaked her interest like the blowjob we had just seen. I was beginning to feel like maybe she wasn't so into this idea after all as her body language certainly didn't seem receptive to the idea of us having sex in front of a group of people that night, but then the black man we'd seen earlier came to get a drink at the bar. I hadn't noticed before, but he was a really attractive guy: must have been in his mid 40's, handsome, well-dressed and with a body that was packed with dense muscle. He smiled at my wife as he ordered his drink and asked her how she was. She giggled like a schoolgirl and, in an outrageously flirty voice, replied that she was fine. The two of them started a little chat, completely ignoring me, so I told her that I would be back in a second and went to have a look around the rest of the club, figuring that their conversation would be over by the time I was done.
