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By Anonymous Author (c) 1997

My name is Colin and I'm writing to tell you about my experience of a popular theme, judging by the other stories I read on the subject. That is, men who get a kick out of watching other men screwing their wives.
We've been doing it for about three years now. I'm 33 and my wife, Petra, is 29. Neither of us really see any harm in it and I get an almighty thrill from watching her rogering another guy. The experience I'm about to tell you of is a wee bit different from our others, and is definitely our best to date. By the way this is the truth, you can believe it or not.

We treat ourselves to a weekend in London every few months, and stay in good hotels from Friday to Sunday, with a top show thrown in. When we went a couple of weeks ago to see a show on Friday night, and on Saturday we stayed in the hotel.
While we were having dinner Saturday evening I had to pay a visit to the gents, and at the urinal next to me was a big handsome black bloke, and I couldn't help noticing his huge cock. I could only stare at it openmouthed, until I sort of shame-facedly said I was sorry for staring. He laughed it off, so I made a joke, saying, "I bet that's put a smile on many a girl's face."
"Yeah man," he said. "It's been up a few nooks and crannies in its time." Then he slapped me on the back and left the room.
I was still grinning when I got back to Petra. She asked what the joke was, so I chuckled and told her. She just giggled and raised her eyebrows. About 15 minutes later she asked, "How big did you say, Colin?"
"About nine inches, give or take," I replied. A few minutes more silence, then she asked me to point him out to her. So, my eyes scanned the bar and I pointed him out to her, leaning on the bar and alone. She looked at me and her face said it all she wanted him.
Her enthusiasm was infectious and I'm sure that I was blushing, too. I didn't say a word. I merely nodded, stood up and went across to the bar and stood next to the coloured youth. He glanced up and his face broke into a grin. "Hi man...you again?" he said. I smiled back and offered to buy him a drink. "Sure man, thanks."
"My pleasure." I said, "Now, come and join me and my wife."

And that was how it began. His name was Ben, he was 20 years old and like us, in town for the weekend. We drank until about 11.30pm, they held hands, looked into each other's eyes, but that was where the intimacy stopped. I put my hand in my pocket and held out the room keys to Petra. Petra stood up and said to me. "Give us 10 minutes pet, then come up." And with that they left the bar, arm in arm.
I gave Petra her 10 minutes before following them to the room. As I went in, I closed the door quietly and turned the key in the lock. Ben and Petra were naked and really and truly looked a magnificent twosome, mainly due to the contrasting colour of their skins Petra's so white and Ben's so brown and masculine. He was totally aroused and his magnificent cock was up to his bellybutton, hard and thick with a knob that had to be seen to be believed.
She was seated on the edge of the bed and he got her to lean forward so that he could let his fingers ride lightly over her swollen breasts. He hadn't come yet, but there was a blob of fluid oozing from the tip of his brown shaft. I had my back to the door, watching spellbound as he took his cock in one fist and pushed its tip over one of her nipples, and Petra groaned as he smeared the leaking wetness onto her flesh.
I saw her shoulders sag as a shudder passed through her. Her nipple was gleaming and once more, she moaned as he teased her other tit-end. Petra took Ben's brown shaft in her hands and her head fell back as she pressed it between her breasts. She was starting to pant, weak with desire and overwhelmed by the touch of his hot organ on her neck, face and tits. "Suck it Petra," he said, and I could sense the emotion in his voice.
His knob was at her lips, and she instinctively pursed them as her tongue came out. Ben curled his fingers behind her head and pulled her forward as she opened her mouth to take his organ. Later, she was to tell me how slick his flesh was and how it felt like velvet as his cock slid into her mouth. She was moaning as her tongue fluttered along the underside of Ben's thick prick. All the time she sucked, he was stroking her face.
Ben grunted something like, "Don't stop Petra... lovely... lovely. Keep sucking... don't stop." His hands were fondling her breasts as she gobbled him harder. He pinched her nipples and massaged the sides of her tits until she was whimpering around the huge penis in her mouth. Finally he pulled away and his tool came out, wet and glistening with her saliva. "Lie down on your back, Petra," he said, "Now spread wide."
She was putty in his hands as at once she did as he wanted. He reached down and helped her to open her legs even wider. I could see her cunt, which she keeps neatly trimmed and almost hairless. I heard Ben's gasp of approval for, like me, he could see the pink inner lips and the obvious wetness.
I thought he was going to mount her and fuck her there and then, and I'm sure Petra did, too. Instead, he bent down and she cried out in delight as his mouth went to her sex. She was trembling as he started to suck and kiss, and I could hear him lapping up her juices. Ben opened her cunt wider with one brown finger, and his face was flat between her thighs until he was nigh to eating her.

Petra was screaming and I knew she was having a sort of minor orgasm, then seconds later, when he stood back, his mouth and face was wet with her juices. That's when he fucked her. He got onto the bed and between her legs. He had that mighty brown shaft in one fist and he moved it to her twat. I saw the knob slide in and I heard it squelch. Petra's eyes opened and shut again and she panted, "Do it Ben... do it now! Fuck me hard!"
He fucked her hard all right. He was thrusting, ramming into her, and she was pushing up to get him deeper. He moved his hands beneath her buttocks to lift her from the bed, and her hands gripped his shoulders.
Ben's thick, brown shaft was like a piston now. Petra was making a lot of noise, and she stared straight at me, but I don't think she really saw me. He bent his head to suck her nipples and it was then that she came in a shattering orgasm.
Later she told me how thrilled she had been thrilled by the sheer size of his cock fucking her and how good it felt. She had felt the strength of him, his weight crushing her into the mattress, his hands and fingers digging into her bum as he rammed his cock deep into her pussy. He had climaxed inside her and she had felt the sperm from his balls flowing into her in hot gushes. He mounted her a further three times that night, and I did get into bed with them once.
The next day, we went our separate ways. I doubt if we will ever see Ben again. but it's opened a new chapter in our lives. On a couple of occasions since, she has laid in my arms and said. "Brown was beautiful, but maybe I could have a really dark black man... please darling, please..."
We've booked to see Cats in a couple of months, so time will tell...