Threesomes, swinging, sharing. These sexual taboos were not usually discussed between my wife and me. We joked around about it as much as any couple, I suppose. We were comfortable enough to tease one another about an attractive celebrity or sometimes even a passerby, but we never had a ‘serious’ conversation about extramarital sex.
The fact that we were generally more conservative about that sort of thing made the reality of the event that much more shocking and that much more exciting.
Sure, over the years, we had watched the occasional porn movie. Porn, as everyone knows, has a way of accentuating the “BIG.” Big breasts, big butts, big dicks. Looking back now, it’s hard to say I didn’t notice my wife’s excitement during those infrequent porn viewings. She never made specific mention of it, but she seemed to love scenes with very big-dick men especially.
This was despite, on numerous occasions, insisting that she didn’t mind that I was averagely hung. She was seemingly fascinated by an impressively sized dick. If I’m being completely honest, it was hard to deny my own arousal when I noticed my wife’s excitement.
I had to admit that there was something compelling about watching her gush over the sight of a big cock penetrating an attractive woman. It just felt natural on a human and sexual level.
My wife would be described as an attractive woman. Now in her late thirties, Eniola is a beautiful woman. She has large natural breasts and a bouncy ass. She’s a thick woman, but I doubt many men would label her as ‘heavy.’ I find hers to be an incredible figure, especially for a woman her age, and it’s complimented further by her gorgeous face.
She has stunning brown eyes, a cute nose, and luscious lips that I loved to see wrapped around my dick. It was admittedly a sight that had grown infrequent lately.
My name is Folarin, and I’m a reasonably attractive man, I guess. I’m 5′-10″, and I try to keep myself in shape by eating reasonably well and exercising when time permits, at least. Eniola and I have been married for over twenty years, and throughout it all, we’ve maintained a healthy sex life.
We usually make time in the bedroom at least once or twice a week, even now.
In recent years, Eniola seems to have developed a bit of a desire for me to dominate her. In day-to-day life, Eniola is a very headstrong and assertive woman. However, in the bedroom, she tends to take a more submissive role. While we did have good, even great, sex on occasion, I’m not really overly assertive in the bedroom. It just wasn’t in my nature.
It was just that I never had it in me to take charge and grab my wife by the neck, throw her around and hold her down, really give it to her. For one, it’s rather ridiculous to act in such a manner when you know deep down that your endowment doesn’t lend itself to such acts. I’m roughly four inches long when aroused, without much in the way of girth.
Further, Eniola’s fat ass made various positions difficult for us. It’s hard to role-play as the bad boy stud when my dick isn’t really large enough to penetrate her doggy style.
That’s not to say I didn’t try. I wouldn’t be doing my husbandly duties if I didn’t try to satisfy my wife’s wants and desires. There had been a number of occasions where I’ll have a few drinks and try my hand and get rough and tumble with her. I could tell she appreciated my attempts, but quite often, my machismo efforts would yield giggles and jokes from the both of us, turning the attempted overly masculine display into a comedy routine.
Again, that was fine. We usually ended the night with a passionate kiss and a loving exchange. But it was hard not to sometimes look across the bed and want to see her properly ravaged. Those perverted thoughts seemed to make an appearance more and more frequently in recent years.
The wild evening that changed my marriage took place at a business conference. My company organized a weekend event at a five-star hotel in the city. The agenda was to go over the yearly financials, educate the team on a new product line, and throw an evening party in one of the ballrooms.
This was mostly to thank the employees for a great fiscal year. Everyone booked a complimentary room for two evenings. During the day, I went to various meetings while Eni enjoyed the hotel spa.
The party itself ended up being very high-energy. Eniola and I were seated at a table adjacent to some of the company directors. The music was blasting, and there was a crowd of people dancing nearby on the dance floor.
The food was served in abundance, and the alcohol flowed plentifully. Eni and I were engaged in several conversations with the couples sitting with us, mostly casual discussions. I couldn’t help but notice that one of our directors, Ikechukwu King, was eyeing Eniola from the nearby table. Ikechukwu was one of the higher-ups from our Enugu division. He was a few years older than me, tall, thick, and distinguished, with some strands of grey in his dark hair. We had met him several times at other events similar to this one, but I never had a lengthy conversation with the man.
Technically speaking, he was one of our high-ranking executives. As I noticed his interest in Eniola, I couldn’t help but recall a couple of ridiculous company rumours related to him and our district manager’s wife. I quickly shook those absurdities from mind, and took another sip of my cocktail, once again glancing back in his direction.
I couldn’t really blame him for staring, and he wasn’t the only guy in the room giving my wife a look. Eniola was dressed in a gorgeous black dress, her large natural breasts nearly popping out with her cleavage on full display.
Her hair flowed beautifully down to her shoulders, and your eyes couldn’t help but follow her curves down to her ass, which was hugged snugly by the black fabric. I thought nothing of his glances, at least at first.
Some time had passed and Eniola and I had become one of the last couples still sitting down at the tables. She was leaning into me, sipping on another wine, as we watched others dance.
“Do you think you’re up for dancing?” she asked sweetly, knowing I was mildly injured. I had recently, and stupidly, slipped and fell on the kitchen floor, nearly fracturing my foot. I had a hard time walking normally at the moment, let alone dancing.
To be honest I hated dancing even when healthy, and I was in no mood to suffer through an awkward session of injured dancing. “I don’t know babe, i’m feeling pretty stiff right now.”
She smiled knowingly, “It’s okay. I know.”
We sat for a moment, sipping on our drinks, when a deep voice announced his presence from behind us.
“Excuse me, it’s Folarin, right?”
We turned in our seats to see none other than Ikechukwu standing tall behind us.
“Yes sir, that’s correct. How are you?” I reached out and shook his hand. His hand was large and his grip was overly firm.
“I’m great Folarin. Forgive me, I forget the name of your beautiful wife.” he extended his hand to her, gently.
“Eniola.” my wife smiled as she offered her delicate hand to him.
“Might I ask why a gorgeous couple like yourselves are not out on the dance floor?” Ikechukwu asked with confidence, smile flashing across his face. He had piercing dark eyes and an aura of charisma about him.
I flinched “Well. Unfortunately I injured my foot. I fell”
Eniola smiled sadly, nodding in acknowledgement.
Ikechukwu stood up straight, and spoke. “You fell huh?” He chuckled, continuing, “That’s too bad.” he looked down at Eniola, almost feasting on her with his eyes. “I don’t suppose I could offer your lovely wife a dance in your stead? She looks like she needs to get out there a move a little!”
A brief flush of jealously coursed through me at that moment, but I told myself it would be harmless. There were seemingly hundreds of people out there, and I didn’t want to prevent her from having fun. I glanced at Eniola as if it ask “Do you want to dance with him?” I could immediately see the excitement in her eyes.
I replied to Ikechukwu, “Sure. Of course.” Looking now at Eniola. “Honey?”
“I would love to.” she beamed and stood.
I shifted out of the way to allow my wife to stand, her ass jiggling tightly as her dress popped into place.
Ikechukwu smiled and grabbed Eniola by her hand, leading her to the dance floor. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of both excitement and embarrassment as I watched this large man walk my wife away from me.
At first, they stayed separated, dancing in rhythm to a fast-paced song. I immediately noticed how good of a dancer Ikechukwu was, keeping up with Eniola, who never failed to impress on a dance floor. It was odd, actually, I couldn’t recall seeing a man of his age that was so proficient at dancing. I was drinking heavily as I watched them move, not knowing what else to do to distract myself.
At first, they were seeming regarding each other’s pace and technique, keeping their distance. However their bodies did eventually come together, Ikechukwu wrapping his arm around her back, and then waist. They began laughing and talking as they moved, I was too far away to hear what about.
At one point Eniola spun around. I looked on in mild surprise as Ikechukwu reached around and grasped at her tummy. He pulled her into him, almost bringing her ass back into his crotch. He held her tightly and they swayed their hips in unison.
Eniola glanced over at me and looked away smiling when she saw me staring. It was a teasing look, one I was not used to seeing from her. It was surprisingly arousing. They continued on like that for a few numbers. I soon noticed his hands brushing up and grazing her breasts as they moved, getting dangerously intimate but still staying barely within the line of appropriate.
I breathed a sigh of relief when that song ended, turning my head back to my table and my phone once I noticed them returning. It was an attempt to look at ease.
They were laughing as they approached. Ikechukwu spoke, “Folarin, this woman is a handful. Keep her on ice for me, please. I gotta take a quick call with Mr Hamzat.” He paused, now looking at my wife, continuing, “But I’ll be back for round two!”
Eniola smiled as she sat down, hair somewhat a mess, breathing heavily.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that! He can certainly dance.” was all she offered. I noticed that her dress was somewhat dishevelled, her cleavage even more on display than earlier in the evening. She was glowing.
I took another sip, beginning to feel somewhat tipsy. “It sure looked like you were having fun out there.” I offered, calmly.
She smiled in response “It’s been awhile since I danced like that.” She was clearly tipsy as well. I honestly wasn’t mad, if anything it was interesting to see her dance so freely with another man. My mind raced with strange thoughts.
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