Where to start? First of all this is a 100% true story. It’s from actual first hand observation, and information related by my loving wife whom I will call Lani. Allow me to describe her. Lani is half Hawaiian and half Filipino. She has beautiful brown skin, almond eyes, and long lustrous black hair. Her figure can only be described as hour glass with 34D breasts with long brown nipples, a tiny waist, and a full behind. She’s built much like Eva Menendez and just as stunning. If you like exotic beauties, Lani is the one. I know, some readers are going to cry “Bull Shit” but the truth is the truth. She draws attention wherever she goes. Lustful stares from men and “stink eye” from women. Especially white women.
On with the story. We had been married about three years at the time. I was in LA on business leaving Lani at home in Hawaii. As usual we talked on the phone each night and recounted the events of the day. She had done a little shopping and proceeded to tell me about some guy who had hit on her at the grocery store. She was always relating those kind of experiences. I guess because she wanted to remind me how much men lusted after her.
This time, after gathering my nerve I said, “Why didn’t you take him up on it?”
There was a pregnant pause before she replied, “Are you serious?”
With my heart in my throat I said yes. Her response was, “When you get home we need to talk.”
Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep that night after revealing my deepest fantasy to her. The flight home was excruciatingly long. We kissed when she picked me up at the airport and made small talk on the ride home, avoiding what was on both of our minds. She waited until after dinner to broach the subject. She wanted to know if I was trying to get rid of her. I assured her that was the last thing on my mind. With a dry mouth I said I couldn’t explain why but it was my deepest fantasy to share her with another man. She said I was plenty man enough to satisfy her and she didn’t need anyone else. We talked some more before she said she would have to think about it and let me know. One night in bed a few days later she brought it up again and said that if she were to go through with it, and that was a big IF, she would have to be the one to do the choosing. Breathlessly I agreed, and we had some of the best sex of our lives.
At this point I need to elaborate on that subject. Once again some are going to cry “bullshit” but I swear the following is the truth. The first time we had sex I was totally blown away. Now I’ve seen my share of porn films but I had never seen anything like my sweet bride. When she gets hot she literally looses control. I’m talking non-stop screaming orgasms, dirty talking, hot vocal fantasies, you name it she does it, including passing out. The first time she passed out it actually scared me. It may sound like I’m bragging but during one hot afternoon of sex she passed out nine times in a period of thirty minutes.
In addition, Lani is a very sound sleeper and most every night she has vivid sex dreams. Many times I’ve awakened to her moans and listened to her talk in her sleep, saying things like, “Let me taste your salty cock. Let me lick your balls” etc. I can place my thumb up to her lips and in no time she’s sucking it. She’s in such a deep sleep I can actually have sex with her and she doesn’t even wake up. I’ve even used her little puckered back hole; she has huge orgasms and still doesn’t wake up.
Back to the story. I waited nearly six months before one afternoon she came home from a business conference and said she may have found someone. Needless to say I was excited as I had nearly given up hope. She said “Mike” had been seated at her table along with several other people and they had chatted. According to my excited wife, Mike is very handsome, about 6’1″ with prematurely gray hair and a mustache. He was an avid tennis player and had a nice tan. Just her type I thought.
After the meeting they exchanged business cards. We were seated at the dining room table as she was relating the story when the phone rang. It was him. After a little small talk he asked if she was married. It must have set him back when she replied “Yes and no.” When he asked what that meant she explained she was married but her husband allowed her to have male friends. He asked if she was talking about a threesome.
She said, “My husband is right here, I’ll ask.”
I actually hadn’t considered that possibility. What if I couldn’t perform? I didn’t say so, of course, so I said, “I guess.”
He invited her out for drinks the following night. After hanging up, Lani again informed me she didn’t need anyone but me and there were no guarantees. I had my fingers crossed.
It was to be an informal meeting so she chose a loose fitting long sleeved poet shirt, no bra, skin tight jeans which hugged her beautiful ass, and heels. She preferred to go braless for reasons I’ll explain later. They met at an out of the way lounge in downtown Honolulu, had a glass of wine or two while she sized him up. She informed Mike if it were to happen he must be discrete since she’s married. No bragging to his friends. She also said he could see no one else while they were together. He realized she was essentially saying they wouldn’t be using protection. He of course agreed.
She must have liked what she heard as she accepted an invite to his apartment. Upon arriving he ushered her into the living room and they shared another glass of wine while sitting on the couch. He then leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and, getting a warm response, brought a hand up to her breasts. After starting to caress her nipples, he stopped abruptly with a questioning look on his face. He had discovered our little secret.
About a year earlier while spending the holidays in San Francisco, I had talked Lani into having her nipples pierced with little dainty gold rings. She had gotten used to not wearing a bra during the healing process and loved the way her big tits swayed and jiggled when she moved. The friction from her clothing gave her a little thrill and kept her nipples erect at all times. This night she had tiny gold charms in the shape of my initials dangling from her long brown nipples.
Mike asked what she had under her shirt and she coyly replied, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
He asked if he could see them. After slowly unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it out of her jeans, she left it hanging closed, hiding what was underneath. Then with both hands my naughty wife opened her shirt revealing her beautiful brown treasures.
She wiggled her shoulders back and forth causing her beautiful tits to sway from side to side and asked, “Do you like?”
The big grin on his face was the only answer she needed. He reached his hands up to weigh her heavy breasts and roll her nipples between his thumb and fore fingers causing her to shiver.
He asked if there were any other surprises to which she replied, “Oh no, just these.”
They kissed a little longer while he continued to run his hands all over her breasts, but when he attempted to unbutton her jeans she said no, and reminded him she wasn’t the kind of girl that had sex on the first date. He excused himself, leaving her for a few minutes and when he returned she said he was naked and sporting a huge erection. Needless to say, she was startled. I guess he thought if she saw what he had to offer she would change her mind. She did confide in me that he had a beautiful cock. (Her words.) She said it was a few inches longer than mine but the biggest difference was the head, which she described as really big and long.
He continued to kiss and run his big hands over her body. Lani said she just had to reach down and give his cock a squeeze and a couple of strokes which caused pre-cum to ooze out and down over her fingers. She couldn’t resist leaning over and swiping her tongue over his big head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath to escape from his lips. He again tried to open her jeans, which she again resisted. She did relent a little by slipping one hand inside her jeans and wetting a finger in her soaking pussy and then holding it to his nose before smearing it on her nipples. Mike hungrily slurped her sensitive nipples like he was licking an ice cream cone. My teasing wife then abruptly announced it was time to go home and stood up. No matter how much he begged and pleaded she wouldn’t relent. Still naked, with a huge throbbing hard on Mike followed her to the door like a little puppy still hoping she would change her mind as the door closed behind her.
When she related that part I laughed and said he must have had a really bad case of blue balls. I encouraged her to give him a call. We were in bed when she called and after a little small talk he asked what she was wearing. She was lying beside me on our big waterbed in a sheer blue baby doll nightie with tiny matching panties, she explained. She asked how he was dressed and he said he was still naked and stroking his cock. She moaned and joined him by pulling her panties to the side and running two fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. It wasn’t long before they both had strong orgasms. After hanging up, I wasted no time in pulling down her panties and mounting her from behind. Filling her hot pussy after a few strokes of my own.
Once again I will testify this is a true and complete story of sharing my wife Lani with another man for the first time. In the previous story I recounted how we arrived at this point. It would be a good idea to read “Sharing Lani for the fist time” before proceeding.
The day after their first “encounter” Mikee (Lani’s pet name for him by now) called again. This time instead of cocktails it was to be a dinner date. They chose a little bistro in Restaurant Row on the water front in downtown Honolulu. It was on a week night so it was less likely she would be seen by someone we might know.
Since it was to be a dinner date Lani chose to dress a little more formal than the poets shirt and tight jeans she’d worn on the previous occasion. She chose a pair of loose fitting pleated black palatso pants, a more or less matching top covered by a short gauzy jacket which tied in the front. It looked more like something you’d wear over a night gown than out on the town. High heels of course.
Once again they met at the restaurant and walked in together. The place was nearly empty when the waiter ushered them to a dimly lit table in the back. Lani didn’t relate what they ate (I wasn’t interested anyway). About halfway through the meal she slipped off her shoe and placed her bare foot in Mike’s lap. He proceeded to massage her foot and calf as far as he could reach. After a few minutes my naughty wife ordered him to unfasten his pants and open them up.
He said, “You’re a bad girl,” with a smile as he complied.
For the rest of the meal she rubbed her foot up and down his hard shaft, eliciting moans from her would be lover. It was a good thing there was a table cloth to hide what was going on when the waiter came by. She said his cock was leaking a prodigious amount of pre-cum which she smeared all over his throbbing cock with her toes. My wife is such a tease.
After the dinner was over and during coffee Lani asked if he was ready for dessert. Mike said he was full.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” she said as she untied the jacket, letting it slip off her shoulders and down her arms.
Mike nearly choked on his coffee when he saw what was underneath. Lani’s top was made of the same nylon material as hosiery except for a black satin choker collar and matching cuffs. Other than that she might as well have been sitting there topless. Her big brown tits and long nipples with the little gold rings glinting in the subdued light were on full display to his hungry eyes.
“You ARE a naughty girl,” he said with a chuckle.
For the remainder of the dinner she remained exposed, even when the waiter returned. She did say he seemed a lot more attentive and came back several more times to “check on them.” Lani felt so naughty and brazen she decided to leave her jacket hanging off her forearms as they left. Letting any remaining diners and the staff ogle her nearly naked breasts as they bounced and swayed with her gait. Mike was in heaven and proud as a peacock to have this knockout on his arm.
After escorting her back to her car, he pressed Lani up against the fender and slipped a hand into her pants to feel her wetness. As she moaned into his mouth, ready to give herself to him right there, he fumbled with the two snaps at the crotch that held the see through top in place. As he fumbled, unable to unsnap them with one hand, it gave Lani time to catch her breath and recover her composure. She told him she had to be getting home as he stared at her in disbelief. He was so hard he was ready to explode and she was leaving him hanging again? As she drove away, he had to be wondering if she would ever be his or was just a teasing bitch. I knew the answer to that and I also knew she was worth the wait.
They say “Three times is a charm;”
For those of you who have been following the first two parts of our story, I’ve saved the best for last. For those who haven’t, I would suggest you check out Parts 1 and 2 first. Again, this is a 100% true story and not a product of a horny guy’s imagination. For those who haven’t read the first two episodes, let me describe “Lani” for you. She’s half Hawaiian, half Filipino and very exotic looking. She has long black hair and gorgeous brown skin. She’s a 34D with a tiny waist and Eva Menendez hips. As beautiful as she is it’s her personality that really stands out. Her friends call her Miss Aloha.
In the first two episodes I described how I broached the subject of sharing my wife with another guy and her reaction to this subject. I also described how she met “Mikee” and their first two dates which didn’t end up in the bedroom, leaving him frustrated and horny. Wanting to make sure that didn’t happen again, he devised a plan before calling the next time. He explained his birthday was coming up and asked if she would be his present. His plan was to rent a hotel room in Waikiki for the weekend and asked if he could have her to himself the first night, after which I could join them. Lani asked what I thought and I agreed it sounded like a good plan.
Her “date” was scheduled for Friday December 13th which was just a few days away. We began preparations in the early afternoon. I say WE because I fully intended to enjoy it with her. After taking a shower and setting her lustrous hair, I painted her toenails a bright red to match her fingernails. Due to her Filipino heritage, Lani has very little body hair, never needing to shave her legs or under her arms. Lani said she wanted to be extra clean for him and asked if I would shave the few hairs on her pussy.
As she reclined on a towel I applied shaving cream between her wide spread legs. That was an experience in and of itself. As she watched while propped on her elbows she decided to tease me.
“You know I don’t NEED to do this, don’t you? You’re plenty man enough for me.”
I didn’t respond, stretching her lips to make sure I didn’t nick her with the razor.
“Are you sure you want me to do this? In a few hours your wife will be giving herself completely to another man. He’ll be all the way in me and I’ll be coming all over his hard cock. When we’re done his thick cum will be oozing out and running down my crack. Are you sure you can handle that? I may really like it and want more. Is that OK with you, too?”
She was teasing me no end and getting hot listening to her own words. I could tell because her pink insides were already oozing with moisture. I wanted to fuck her brains out then and there but she said she wanted to be fresh and clean for Mikee.
The next step was the application of makeup. Lani is a true artist with makeup. She knows how to accentuate her high cheek bones, exotic eyes, and full lips to create an alluring, smokey effect. I watched as she sat naked on her little vanity stool, deftly applying each color in turn. When satisfied she removed the curlers and lightly brushed her hair. Using two tortoise shell combs she pulled her glorious black hair to the back of her head allowing it to cascade down her back. I was entranced.
“Do you think he’ll approve?” she asked.
I could only smile and nod my head. She let me choose her outfit so I started with the panties. My favorite is a little lavender and green floral thong with a ruffle in front and side ties. She stepped into them and I pulled them up over her beautiful ass into place. Just a little triangle in the front and a string disappearing between her cheeks in the back. Next came a spaghetti strap pull over top and skirt combination made of a red/orange material covered with small gold foil hearts. The spaghetti top was strained, trying to contain her burgeoning breasts while the full skirt flowed to just above her knees. The final accessory was a pair of clear plastic stiletto heels leaving her looking bare foot with those bright red toenails setting them off. Upon seeing the final results, I could only shake my head and whistle. Lani was nothing short of drop dead gorgeous. After spritzing a little Obsession into her hair and under her skirt, she declared herself ready. Truly a birthday and Christmas present rolled into one if there ever was one.
Following an excruciatingly long afternoon, the time had finally arrived. We drove mostly in silence to the hotel where they were to meet. I valeted the car and pulling out a small overnight bag, I escorted her through the lobby. ALL heads turned to watch this gorgeous vision pass by. Words fail me to describe the mixed feelings of excitement and anticipation, mixed with a little jealously, I was feeling. Here I was delivering my own goddess of a wife to another man for a night of torrid passion.
We exited the elevator on his floor and I followed a step behind as we approached the door. Lani knocked lightly and the door opened immediately, revealing this tall handsome stranger. The look on his face was priceless as he surveyed my wife from head to foot. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open in speechless awe. Lani has that effect on men. She recognized the awkwardness of the situation and took charge. Boldly stepping up pressing her big tits into his chest giving him a torrid kiss.
Then with a wicked little smile and wink in my direction she said, “Why don’t you two boys get acquainted while I freshen my make up.”
We could only watch in silence as she sashayed into the bathroom. Mike then gave me a sheepish look with my wife’s lipstick smeared across his mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh, which broke the ice.
After thanking me profusely I said, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Promising she would call as soon as they got back to the room, Lani escorted me to the door, gave me a parting peck on the cheek, and closed it behind me. It was at that point that it really hit me. MY WIFE WAS NOW HIS! It was a lonesome walk back to pick up the car and a long drive home. At this point I’ll let Lani take up the narrative.
It was strange but exciting to walk hand in hand with someone other than my husband to a restaurant in the hotel. We had a glass of wine and some pupu’s as neither of us wanted a full stomach to get in the way of the nights festivities. We made small talk all the while Mikee stared and told me over and over how beautiful I was and how happy I was making him. I felt as if I was sitting there naked and it was making me moist. In truth I wish I were naked, as the material of my outfit was itching like crazy.
As soon as we arrived back at the room with the door closed behind us I said, “This present is ready to be unwrapped,” and simply held my arms over my head, letting him take it from there.
Taking the lower edge of my top, he peeled it over my head and off my arms allowing my breasts to bounce a couple of times before settling down. It felt glorious to have that itchy top off.
I turned and said, “Scratch my back sweetie.”
His fingernails felt soooo good I gave a little shiver. He then reached around and began massaging and squeezing my breasts which caused my nipples to distend and harden. As he was pulling on my nipples and playing with the rings, I was definitely getting wet and by the feel of his cock against my back side, I was having an effect on Mikee too. He slipped both hands into the top of my skirt and eased it down off my behind where it fell into a pool around my ankles.
Stepping out of it I did a little twirl with my arms extended over my head and said, “Do you like your present?”
“It’s the best birthday, or any other present, I’ve ever received,” was his reply.
He then reached for me. I reminded him I’d promised to call my husband, so he retired to the bathroom while I reclined on the bed and made the call.
I’d been waiting on pins and needles for what seemed like hours, wondering what was happening. Would she call or get so caught up in passion that she would forget? Was she at that very minute wrapped in his arms, his cock buried to the hilt in my wife’s hot pussy? I jumped when the phone finally rang about 10:30. The first thing I wanted to know was how she was dressed. When she told me just her panties and heels my heart leaped. She explained what had transpired so far; at that moment he was in the bathroom giving her a little privacy. I asked her if she was excited and she said Oh Yes! breathlessly. About that time her soon to be new lover came into the room in just a pair of shorts carrying a bottle of massage oil.
“It’s time to play,” she said, and placed the receiver on the pillow beside her head.
I could tell Mikee was a man who knew his way around a woman’s body as soon as I saw the bottle of oil. He started by removing one shoe at a time and tossing them aside. While I love high heels it feels sooo good to take them off. After pouring a little oil into his palm he started kneading one foot at a time. I was in heaven! A good massage works in two ways. It relaxes a woman, making her feel warm all over and at the same time allows a man to run his hands all over her naked body. I was his now and he knew it. As he worked his way up my calves and thighs all I could do was gasp and coo.
“Let’s get these out of the way,” he said, referring to my panties.
He untied the bows on my hips and my panties just kind of disappeared, leaving me completely open to his hungry eyes. Surprisingly, he didn’t dive right in but bypassed my pussy and moved on, smoothing oil over my belly and breasts. Giving special attention to my hard nipples. He then instructed me to turn over, to which I readily complied. His big strong hands felt so good on my shoulders and back as he worked his way down. He then began to run his hands all over my behind, dipping between my thighs.
Lani: I was so relaxed by this time with Mikee running his hands all over my behind and between my thighs, I gave a little yelp when he slipped a finger tip into my tight little back hole. Since the receiver was beside my head on the pillow my husband of course was listening. I’d made sure to narrate some of what was happening by saying things like “Your hands feel so good on my….” etc etc. When I yelped he asked what happened.
“Mikee tickled my okole,” I giggled.
Mikee then instructed me to roll onto my back and I thought “This is it.” I was more than ready. Instead, I felt his hot breath between my legs. Oh God! he’s going to lick my pussy, too! He flicked his tongue out and touched my clit, causing me to gasp. Using his fingers, he held my lips open licking me full length as I shuddered in my first orgasm. He continued to lick and tease me with that wonderful tongue, sucking my clit into his mouth from time to time. I was breathing faster and having one orgasm after another before I begged him to fuck me.
“Oh God, Fuck Me. I Need Your Cock!”
I made sure I said it loud enough for my husband to hear as I knew he wanted to know the moment Mikee’s cock entered me. I lifted my legs high and spread them as far as they would go, opening myself up for him. God I wanted his cock bad! When his big head touched my lips I nearly fainted it felt so good.
“Go slow so I can get used to your size,” I said, when what I really wanted was for him to plunge into me full length.
He teased my opening with his head, making me beg for more before easing it inside the opening. I felt my lips close over it and I gave an involuntary squeeze which caused him to gasp. After I relaxed a bit he began to ease in inch by glorious inch. I could feel his head go all the way up until his big balls were resting against my other hole. He lay perfectly still as I felt stretched to the max around his wonderful pole. I brought my hands around to his hard ass cheeks to hold him in place as I gave his cock another little internal squeeze. I didn’t want to let go as he slowly withdrew, almost slipping out of me before going balls deep again.
I could feel my clit riding the full length of his rod as he plunged into me again and again. I couldn’t stand it and came again really hard, letting out a loud scream. Yes, I’m a screamer. I can’t help myself. I love to be fucked hard and I want my men to know it. After I settled down a bit, Mikee pulled out until just his massive head was in me and then rapidly slipped it in and out while I screamed breathlessly in one gut wrenching orgasm after another until he slammed it fully into my pussy.
The next thing I knew I was laying there with Mikee on top. His cock still buried fully inside me. I had passed out from the pleasure. He asked if I was OK and I replied I was more than OK. I told him I needed a little break as we were both covered in sweat. Reluctantly he pulled out and went into the bathroom to fetch a towel. I heard water running and he came back with a big wet bath towel which he used to wipe down my over heated body. I used the break to talk to my husband who had been listening the whole time. I asked if he had been stroking his cock to which he said “Of course.” I could only smile.
Mikee has incredible control and had not come yet so as soon as I was cooled down he wanted me again. This time from behind. I turned over on my belly and raised my okole high in the air, face buried in the pillow and waited in anticipation. I didn’t have long to wait! Holding my hips Mikee plunged his cock into me full length and with long steady strokes brought me to one screaming orgasm after another before exploding inside me with a roar. I could feel every jet of his cum as it coated my insides. We stayed in that position until his cock began to soften and slip out. It felt like a river of our juices oozing out and flowing down the insides of my thighs. Mikee is a gentleman and used the wet towel to clean me up before he rolled over and went to sleep, making a gentle snoring sound. I talked with my husband a little more but I also needed rest.
In the early morning hours before sunrise I was having a delicious sex dream. You know one of those where you’re neither asleep or awake? It was then I realized our legs were scissored together and Mikee’s cock was buried to the hilt inside me. We had a slow leisurely fuck during which I had several more orgasms before he once again filled me with his wonderful sperm. We fell back asleep in that position.
I don’t know what it is about men but they all seem to wake up with a hard on. Mikee was no exception. I awoke on my stomach and felt him place his hands around my hips and lift. I knew what he wanted so I raised my rear end into the air so he could mount me. Even after all the sex from the night before I wanted him again. His cock by now fit me like a glove. As he slipped inside my wet depths his big balls slapping against my clit. Oh God it felt so good to start the day with another glorious fuck. I came several more times but Mikee held back and dismounted. I remembered I had promised the night before to call my hubby as soon as I woke up. He didn’t want to miss anything. Too late now, I thought. I was still on my knees with my ass raised in the air when he answered the phone.
When Lani called me first thing in the morning and told me about what I had missed I was disappointed. But when she described her current position I forgave her. We chatted a bit before I heard a sharp intake of breath. Is he in you again? Yes, she hissed. All the way? Yes! I listened to her sounds of passion while continuing to talk with her on the phone between her gasps of pleasure. I instructed her to reach back between her legs and squeeze his balls, pulling him into her while telling him she loved his beautiful cock. He must have liked that as he gave a loud groan and filled her with his cum as she wailed in final release.
We had arranged for me to come to the hotel in the early afternoon. When I got there he was gone. Apparently a family emergency concerning his father. My wife opened the door naked with a far away look on her face. She said they had taken a bath together after we’d hung up. Describing how she had sat on his lap facing him with his cock buried once again in her hot pussy surrounded by warm soapy water. They had another leasurely fuck before he filled her one last time. Four times in a space of several hours. I was amazed. It was a good thing he wasn’t going to be coming back as he had really and truly fucked my wife bow legged. She was in no condition for more sex let alone with two horny guys at once. I had to help her pack as she was wandering around the hotel room in a daze. She gingerly walked to the car with my support and slept the rest of the day and night recovering.
She carried on the affair with Mike for another five or six years during which we made some awesome memories. I’ll tell you about a couple of them in future posts.
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