“How can his wife even handle that thing?” she wondered aloud.
Her comment caught me by surprise, but the uninhibited comment aroused me – which was another surprise. I had certainly never heard her openly discuss another man’s size before, and I decided to have some fun with her lewd pondering. “Don’t be jealous, I’m sure you could handle it too babe.” I quipped. It wasn’t the first time I had joked with her about taking a bigger man, sometimes comments slipped out during sex – especially when my fantasies were rushing through my mind.
Her smile deepened “Stop… Don’t tease me.” her voice was sweet and tinged with embarrassment.
“I’m just joking around,” I replied.
The ocean air had lowered my inhibitions, and I was feeling comfortable discussing the idea of Ijeoma bedding another man – even if it was just in a joking manner.
“I have seen the way he’s been looking at you though. I’m sure he would kill for a tussle with you.” I prodded her some more.
Her smile persisted, but she spoke in a joking manner – flipping her hair back flirtatiously in the process. “Who wouldn’t?” She replied. I laughed, amused by her mock confidence. Ijeoma reached for a beer from our beach pouch, popped it, and took a large sip. She seemed to be full of thought, and a smirk flashed across her face. She spoke in an exaggerated tone.
“Well, I have never been with a Yoruba man before.” shooting me a teasing look as the words escaped her lips. I guess the ocean air was doing wonders to lower her inhibitors as well. My dick instinctively twitched in arousal.
As we walked to the bar that night I couldn’t help but think about Ijeoma’s comment on the beach. If she didn’t find Deyemi attractive she wouldn’t have even gone along with the joke. My wife had never really openly admitted to finding another man attractive, but it was clear she fancied him, and I’m sure his impressive manhood did nothing but intrigue her.
We had been sitting alone for nearly an hour and I was strangely disappointed at the thought that we might have missed Deyemi. I couldn’t help but notice Ijeoma looking around for a sight of him as well. We were a few cocktails deep, snuggled against each other and riffing with the bartender when he finally arrived.
“Evening folks,” he said as he pulled up a chair next to me.
“Hey there,” I replied, oddly happy to see him.
The three of us immediately dove into friendly conversation, and the drinks continued to flow. I noticed that he was a tad more flirtatious with Ijeoma than he had been the previous evening, and I also noticed that my wife was willing to reciprocate. It was harmless really, lingering smiles, gentle touches of the arm during laughs, but they both were certainly enjoying the interaction.
About an hour had passed when Deyemi received a phone call, he picked it up, still sitting at the bar. “Hey, love.”
“Oh nothing, just down here at the bar.”
“Yep, I’m actually sitting with the couple I told you about.”
Ijeoma and I glanced at each other in amusement. I guess we were worth mentioning.
Deyemi laughed, “No, no I didn’t. Not everyone is into that lifestyle sugar.”
Ijeoma and I looked hard at each other this time, and I saw her face contort in intrigue. I had a similar reaction.
“Yes yes, I know.” Deyemi chuckled again.
“Alright, okay baby – Alright. Love you too.”
He put the phone down. “Sorry about that.”
Ijeoma and I must have been staring because he sort of looked at us and said, “Everything okay?”
Ijeoma was four cocktails in and incredibly free-spirited when she was this far down the rabbit hole, “Sorry Deyemi, couldn’t help but overhear. What is this lifestyle that we’re not into?” Her expression was engaged and her eyes lively.
I chimed in, “Yeah I’m kind of curious as well.” chuckling.
Deyemi looked suddenly embarrassed, “Oh, you heard that. Sorry about that.”
Ijeoma was desperate for a clue, “Well?”
He fidgeted in his bar stool, looking momentarily uncomfortable, but replied. “Look, uh. My wife and I have an open marriage of sorts. We married very young and we don’t really mind the other one sowing some occasional wild oats if you will. She actually kind of encourages it in my case.”
My expression was blank but my blood pressure had to have risen.
Ijeoma smiled, intrigued. “Well, that is certainly interesting… But what does that have to do with us?” She asked, rather naively. I already had more than an idea.
Deyemi chuckled, “Well I casually mentioned to Grace that I met a couple at my hotel. I told her that you both seemed like well established, good-natured people. I also let it be known that the wife was particularly attractive.” He turned to me mid-explaining, ” I mean no offence.”
“Sounds like you were just being honest.” I quickly offered.
Deyemi chuckled again, continuing.
“So naturally my wife asked if I was going to pursue anything. She wondered if you two might be into sharing.” He seemed to look at Ijeoma as he finished speaking, and I turned to her with a massive smirk on my face.
You could see the realization move across her face as her expression changed. She brought her hand up to her mouth to cover a dramatic gasp.
I burst out laughing.
Deyemi joined me with another chuckle, and continued, “So yeah, to answer your question. That’s what I meant by lifestyle.”
Ijeoma quickly took another swig of the cocktail, seemingly terrified.
“Will you relax? You asked the man after all.” I scolded her, mostly jokingly.
She found her voice, “I- I’m a little confused. Your wife lets you sleep with other women?”
Deyemi answered candidly, “Yeah, well, I’m only allowed to sleep with married women – she doesn’t trust the single ones.” He took a large swig of his drink, and continued, “I bull regularly for a married couple back home actually, and I’ll occasionally meet a couple when I’m away on business.”
“Bull?” Ijeoma asked, again rather naively. My wife was a brilliant woman, but this conversation had put her fast on her heels.
“A Bull is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means that I sleep with married women. I love taking married women to bed.” Deyemi replied, bluntly.
There was something bizarrely alluring about Deyemi being so forward about the subject, especially considering that it was clear he would love to take Ijeoma to bed, given the chance. I couldn’t believe that after all my years fantasizing about this particular kink, that someone like Deyemi would show up and discuss it so openly with my wife and me.
My wife took another sip of her drink. I noticed her breathing was rather heavy, and she seemed to still be mulling over the realization. She spoke, “And the husbands allow it?”
“Encourage it, really. I’ll only partake if the husband knows about it, and wants it to happen. It’s a huge rush for most men to watch their wife cuckold them.”
He paused and directed a follow-up question towards me.
“What about you? You seem awfully quiet, and you don’t seem as shocked as your wife here.” Deyemi asked.
My mind was racing indeed, and every perverted thought that ran through it somehow ended with Ijeoma on her back, writhing in pleasure. This was cuckolding that he was speaking about. Another man was sitting here, in front of Ijeoma and me, laying the prospect of cuckolding right at our feet. I couldn’t believe it, and although I had fantasized about Ijeoma with another man many times over the years – hearing a real-life offer sent my mind into overload.
“Mostly fascinated really, just kind of soaking it all in.” I managed.
Deyemi replied, “So it’s safe to say you two have never done anything of the sort.” He chuckled again. “I told my wife I didn’t think you had.”
“Can’t say that we have.” I glanced at Ijeoma, who was still blushing and visibly nervous. She shook her head in agreement.
“Well look, I don’t want to weird you two out any more than I already have. I also have a painfully early meeting tomorrow, so I think it’s time I took my leave. Hopefully, I catch you guys tomorrow.”
He stood, pausing as he left his cash on the counter. “Have a nice night.” And with that, he turned and left us.
My wife and I were silent for a moment, and then I turned to her and spoke, “I told you he wants to fuck you.”
We both broke into muffled, absurd laughter.
The elevator ride up to our room consisted of Ijeoma and I pawing at each other like teenagers. I wasn’t sure what exactly had gotten into us, but I’m sure Deyemi’s kinky admission had influenced our arousal to some degree.
We hopped into bed still fumbling at each other’s bodies when I decided to reach for the remote.
“What are you doing?” my wife managed, between kisses.
The brazen conversation at the bar had stirred my perverted mind into sexual overdrive. I decided to push things.
“How about a movie?” I replied, realizing we hadn’t watched porn together in quite a few years.
Ijeoma smiled wickedly, blushing. “Go ahead.” She acted as if she was relenting, but I knew she was aroused by the proposition.
“You know what, I’m gonna clean up real quick – you pick the movie.” I tossed her the remote and headed to the bathroom.
I was near giddy as I showered, dick stiffening at the knowledge of what my wife might be doing in the other room. I was overly excited and cut the shower short to return to her. I still couldn’t believe that we had discussed cuckolding with an actual bull – just moments ago.
I quickly dried myself and threw on my boxers, rushing out the bathroom with erect curiosity. As soon as I opened the door the sound of feminine moans and bodies slapping hit my ears. As I rounded the corner into the main bedroom I was greeted by the erotic sight of my nude wife. She was lying on the bed with her legs wide, feet resting on the bedding below. She was massaging her pussy as she took in the images on the screen.
Her breasts rested sexually on her chest, jiggling slightly as she played with herself. I noticed that her dress was tossed on the floor along with her sandals and panties.
“I didn’t mean to order this.” She blushed when she noticed me.
“Order what?” I replied as I approached the bed finally glancing at the television.
I was shocked to see a woman being pounded intensely by a massive cock, her head arched back in pleasure as she took the large organ inside of her.
