Venetian Blinds Part 1
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Megan turned and gave me a kiss before she left, and as she did, my cock stirred behind my slacks with that curious form of lust that is unique to all true cuckold males!
"Are you going to be okay?" She said, looking up into my face with such a serious, and sincere, look in her eyes, and that made me love her all the more, and my cock to stiffen up against my under shorts.
"I'll be fine!" I said, smiling down into her face. "You go and have a nice time."
She hesitated.
"Go," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Have fun, and I'll stay over here and, I don't know, wile away the time on my own, like I usually do," and that she smiled, and I did the same.
We exchanged a kiss again, and then she left.
Her perfume hung momentarily in the air where she'd been standing, and I breathed it in deeply, feeling my pulse increasing with the growing excitement of what I knew was about to transpire.
I switched off the room light, and then made my way to the window and then opened the Venetian blinds, and as I did, I sat back down on the edge of the bed, facing out through the darkened window, to where I could see our next door neighbor, William, an older black man that my wife and I had struck up a privately intimate 'friendship' over the last several months. Megan was considerably younger than either William or I (and I was older than he was), but the sexual connection that had flared up between the three of us (and actually between my wife and William), had become very exhilarating for all three of us.
Before I go on any further, I have to make clear that Megan and I had, what to many people would seem like a very unusual, and indeed, unorthodox sort of marital relationship; but that had been our choice right from the very beginning our relationship; and I had been perfectly willing to allow Megan whatever amount of individual freedom she might want in order to have---well, 'other lovers', to put it as openly as possible.
Even though we'd been married in the generally conventional manner, between the two of us, before reciting our vows, we'd already decided that our relationship would an open one; and decidedly non-monogamous mariatal relationship.
Megan, when first met her, had already become totally enamored of sexual relationships with black men, and for a while our relationship together was more supportive friendship than sexual, though I had strong sexual feelings for Megan, I was not going to delude myself into believing that I would be the one-and-only man in her life! That was not going to be the case, and I fully accepted that before we decided to get married. So there would no unpleasant surprises later on. I knew exactly what I was getting into.
So, as I sat quietly on our bed in the dark room, staring out between the open Venetian blinds to William's room not far away across the fence that separated our yard from his, I felt my cock throbbing behind the fabric of my slacks; and in fact, I felt a growing wet spot as well; a sure sign that I was feeling very sexually excited.
The light was on in William's bedroom. I could see him pulling down the bedspread and sheet. He was wearing only a pair of undershorts (boxers), but it was obvious that he, too, was sporting the makings of an erection, and I found myself smiling at that.
A moment later I watched as William went to the back door of his house and let my wife inside, and as I did, I saw them kiss, and seeing that sent another thrill through me. Then they made their way to his bedroom. Within a matter of seconds, they were both totally naked; and I saw Megan clasp William's massive black cock in her right hand, and hold it, while they kissed once again.
I let out a long sigh as I watched them. It seemed odd that seeing my own wife in the arms of another man didn't make me the least bit jealous; and that rather than feeling that way I was feeling incredibly excited, instead, but it was true. It was the reaction of a true cuckold, in fact.
Setting there in the darkness I had thought I would do nothing but quietly observe William and Megan; as a voyeur only, but now that I was actually seeing it first hand (separated by no more than perhaps twenty feel, or so), I felt a powerful urge to jack-off. And so I stood up, unzipped my slacks, undid my belt, and after sliding my slacks off, as well as my underwear, I remained standing and began to slowly stroke my erection (which, from what I could clearly see from across the space between our two houses, paled by comparison to that long, thick, heavy-looking black cock of William's).
"My god," I said quietly, "LOOK at that thing," meaning William's huge cock. In fact Megan's hand was barely able to reach all the way around the truly ebony black shaft of his cock! I estimated it to be at least nine inches in length, and likely two plus inches in over all diameter; and that didn't account for the enormous glans! I couldn't help but feel a little bit of envy. After all, my own cock, pale as milk, was so much SMALLER, in girth, and in length, to William's, that I couldn't help but feel at least a little envious!
I remained standing there in the darkness of our bedroom, slowly stroking my erection, as William took my wife onto his bed. There was always a certain feeling of unreality to such a scene; a certain surreal quality, but it never failed to excitement.
"Mmmm," I said out loud as I saw Megan and William embracing passionately on his bed; his dark fingers contrasting so beautifully on Megan's smooth, flawless white flesh. My cock stiffened as I watched him trail his finger tips between the crack of my wife's lovely ass cheeks; and then around between her legs; where she rolled over onto her back and opened up her legs wide, giving his fingers full access. I couldn't hear anything they were saying or doing; but I had a good idea.
I kept lightly stroking my cock as I let the sight soak into my mind, and each time I felt I was getting close to ejaculating, I'd stop, and let myself recover a little before resuming once again. I kept doing that, over and over and over again, for as long as my wife and William were on his bed fucking.
However, there came a point (as it always did) where I was so sexually excited (and frustrated, which was all part of what I enjoyed in moments such as this), that I did relent and come. I had failed to provide something like a towel or washcloth to catch my sperm in, so instead of that, I held one hand under my cock head and began ejaculating---and as I did, I could feel the blood-warmed warmth of it as it spurted out the end of my cock head and onto the palm of my hand!
As I came, I involuntarily shivered with the intensity of the pleasure, and I watched Megan, across the space between our two house, as she and William fucked; and fucked hard, like two wild a****ls; and the sight of that filled me with that difficult-to-explain glow of a cuckold husband in full embrace of his role AS a cuckold husband!
I stood there a moment, my free hand holding my load of sperm, and then I went to our bathroom and got some toilet paper, and wiped my hand. Then I flushed the sperm down the toilet (where it belonged), and finished by washing my hands before going back to the bedroom.
As I got there, I could see Megan and William laying together on his bed, talking. They kissed several times, and even laughed at some shared joke. But then, it being well past midnight, Megan eventually got up, got dressed, and William went with her to the back door once again, and left.
I laid down in bed and waited for her. A few moments later I heard her coming up the stairway and then opening our bedroom door.
"Hey!" She said.
"Hey!" I replied, and as she got into bed next to me, I put my arms around her and kissed her tenderly, gently, lovingly.
We talked for a while in the darkness, but I knew she was tired, and so I pulled the sheet up over her, kissing her smooth, flat tummy, and then on up to her mouth once again. I could smell William's scent on her. It was obvious it was him. Which was fine. If anything, it excited me. Then I said goodnight, and she was soon asleep; her gentle breathing could be heard hissing softly. smiled to myself as I listened. She was tired. She and William had expended a tremendous about of sexual energy only a few moments before. He had to be just as tired! I wanted to reach out and touch Megan, to feel her warm softness, to smell that special aroma that was so uniquely her; but I refrained. She needed her rest.
. . . . .
The next morning---
Megan slept in. Or, rather, I got up quietly and let her get more rest. After a quick breakfast, I went out into the yard to do somethings I'd neglected the day before; and as I did, I saw William. He, too, was doing things in his back yard. At first he didn't see me, but eventually we made eye contact, and I deliberately waved, and though he seemed to hesitate at first, he also waived, and I went to the fence between our two houses, and he did the same. We chatted about the weather at first. As we talked, he seemed a little bit nervous. After all, he had fucked my wife the night before, but I endeavored to make him feel he had no need to be concerned about me.
The subject of him fucking Megan didn't come up in our brief conversation, though we skirted close to it several times. Eventually, however, I decided I had to let him know that I was not upset with Megan and he fucking, and the abruptness of the topic took him by surprise at first.
"Don't worry," I said, in my most agreeable manner possible, "I'm glad that you and Megan get a long so well. Really. I am."
He didn't reply.
"Megan has my full consent," I added, making a slightly vague reference to their fucking the night before. "It's okay," added. "No worries."
William still didn't reply (directly) to what I'd just said.
At that point, we saw Megan coming out of the house and into the back yard. She saw William and I at the fence talking, and then made her way over.
It was interesting to stand there, out in the open like that. The three of us. William, our black next door neighbor. Megan,my young wife. And me, the patient, understanding, and very supportive cuckold husband. Nothing more was said about the night before. There didn't seem to be a need to do so.
I excused myself and went inside the house, and left Megan and William at the fence alone together. I watched them. They talked for a while, and then she came back inside. She came up to me and kissed me; warmly; passionately; and I enjoyed that very much.
"I love you," she said. "You're such a good husband to me. I mean that."
"I know I am," I replied with a smile. "But I'm just as lucky to have you, as well."
Nothing more was said for a few moments. Then I said: "I think William seems like a really great guy. I like him."
Megan looked up at me for a moment; studying my face. Then she said: "Yeah, he is nice. And I'm glad you like him, too."
"I do!" I answered.
She kissed me once again. I thought to myself what a life I had chosen to live with this young and beautiful woman, and to deliberately agree to share her, with other men, well, that seemed like a bargain well worth having!
The End
Megan turned and gave me a kiss before she left, and as she did, my cock stirred behind my slacks with that curious form of lust that is unique to all true cuckold males!
"Are you going to be okay?" She said, looking up into my face with such a serious, and sincere, look in her eyes, and that made me love her all the more, and my cock to stiffen up against my under shorts.
"I'll be fine!" I said, smiling down into her face. "You go and have a nice time."
She hesitated.
"Go," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Have fun, and I'll stay over here and, I don't know, wile away the time on my own, like I usually do," and that she smiled, and I did the same.
We exchanged a kiss again, and then she left.
Her perfume hung momentarily in the air where she'd been standing, and I breathed it in deeply, feeling my pulse increasing with the growing excitement of what I knew was about to transpire.
I switched off the room light, and then made my way to the window and then opened the Venetian blinds, and as I did, I sat back down on the edge of the bed, facing out through the darkened window, to where I could see our next door neighbor, William, an older black man that my wife and I had struck up a privately intimate 'friendship' over the last several months. Megan was considerably younger than either William or I (and I was older than he was), but the sexual connection that had flared up between the three of us (and actually between my wife and William), had become very exhilarating for all three of us.
Before I go on any further, I have to make clear that Megan and I had, what to many people would seem like a very unusual, and indeed, unorthodox sort of marital relationship; but that had been our choice right from the very beginning our relationship; and I had been perfectly willing to allow Megan whatever amount of individual freedom she might want in order to have---well, 'other lovers', to put it as openly as possible.
Even though we'd been married in the generally conventional manner, between the two of us, before reciting our vows, we'd already decided that our relationship would an open one; and decidedly non-monogamous mariatal relationship.
Megan, when first met her, had already become totally enamored of sexual relationships with black men, and for a while our relationship together was more supportive friendship than sexual, though I had strong sexual feelings for Megan, I was not going to delude myself into believing that I would be the one-and-only man in her life! That was not going to be the case, and I fully accepted that before we decided to get married. So there would no unpleasant surprises later on. I knew exactly what I was getting into.
So, as I sat quietly on our bed in the dark room, staring out between the open Venetian blinds to William's room not far away across the fence that separated our yard from his, I felt my cock throbbing behind the fabric of my slacks; and in fact, I felt a growing wet spot as well; a sure sign that I was feeling very sexually excited.
The light was on in William's bedroom. I could see him pulling down the bedspread and sheet. He was wearing only a pair of undershorts (boxers), but it was obvious that he, too, was sporting the makings of an erection, and I found myself smiling at that.
A moment later I watched as William went to the back door of his house and let my wife inside, and as I did, I saw them kiss, and seeing that sent another thrill through me. Then they made their way to his bedroom. Within a matter of seconds, they were both totally naked; and I saw Megan clasp William's massive black cock in her right hand, and hold it, while they kissed once again.
I let out a long sigh as I watched them. It seemed odd that seeing my own wife in the arms of another man didn't make me the least bit jealous; and that rather than feeling that way I was feeling incredibly excited, instead, but it was true. It was the reaction of a true cuckold, in fact.
Setting there in the darkness I had thought I would do nothing but quietly observe William and Megan; as a voyeur only, but now that I was actually seeing it first hand (separated by no more than perhaps twenty feel, or so), I felt a powerful urge to jack-off. And so I stood up, unzipped my slacks, undid my belt, and after sliding my slacks off, as well as my underwear, I remained standing and began to slowly stroke my erection (which, from what I could clearly see from across the space between our two houses, paled by comparison to that long, thick, heavy-looking black cock of William's).
"My god," I said quietly, "LOOK at that thing," meaning William's huge cock. In fact Megan's hand was barely able to reach all the way around the truly ebony black shaft of his cock! I estimated it to be at least nine inches in length, and likely two plus inches in over all diameter; and that didn't account for the enormous glans! I couldn't help but feel a little bit of envy. After all, my own cock, pale as milk, was so much SMALLER, in girth, and in length, to William's, that I couldn't help but feel at least a little envious!
I remained standing there in the darkness of our bedroom, slowly stroking my erection, as William took my wife onto his bed. There was always a certain feeling of unreality to such a scene; a certain surreal quality, but it never failed to excitement.
"Mmmm," I said out loud as I saw Megan and William embracing passionately on his bed; his dark fingers contrasting so beautifully on Megan's smooth, flawless white flesh. My cock stiffened as I watched him trail his finger tips between the crack of my wife's lovely ass cheeks; and then around between her legs; where she rolled over onto her back and opened up her legs wide, giving his fingers full access. I couldn't hear anything they were saying or doing; but I had a good idea.
I kept lightly stroking my cock as I let the sight soak into my mind, and each time I felt I was getting close to ejaculating, I'd stop, and let myself recover a little before resuming once again. I kept doing that, over and over and over again, for as long as my wife and William were on his bed fucking.
However, there came a point (as it always did) where I was so sexually excited (and frustrated, which was all part of what I enjoyed in moments such as this), that I did relent and come. I had failed to provide something like a towel or washcloth to catch my sperm in, so instead of that, I held one hand under my cock head and began ejaculating---and as I did, I could feel the blood-warmed warmth of it as it spurted out the end of my cock head and onto the palm of my hand!
As I came, I involuntarily shivered with the intensity of the pleasure, and I watched Megan, across the space between our two house, as she and William fucked; and fucked hard, like two wild a****ls; and the sight of that filled me with that difficult-to-explain glow of a cuckold husband in full embrace of his role AS a cuckold husband!
I stood there a moment, my free hand holding my load of sperm, and then I went to our bathroom and got some toilet paper, and wiped my hand. Then I flushed the sperm down the toilet (where it belonged), and finished by washing my hands before going back to the bedroom.
As I got there, I could see Megan and William laying together on his bed, talking. They kissed several times, and even laughed at some shared joke. But then, it being well past midnight, Megan eventually got up, got dressed, and William went with her to the back door once again, and left.
I laid down in bed and waited for her. A few moments later I heard her coming up the stairway and then opening our bedroom door.
"Hey!" She said.
"Hey!" I replied, and as she got into bed next to me, I put my arms around her and kissed her tenderly, gently, lovingly.
We talked for a while in the darkness, but I knew she was tired, and so I pulled the sheet up over her, kissing her smooth, flat tummy, and then on up to her mouth once again. I could smell William's scent on her. It was obvious it was him. Which was fine. If anything, it excited me. Then I said goodnight, and she was soon asleep; her gentle breathing could be heard hissing softly. smiled to myself as I listened. She was tired. She and William had expended a tremendous about of sexual energy only a few moments before. He had to be just as tired! I wanted to reach out and touch Megan, to feel her warm softness, to smell that special aroma that was so uniquely her; but I refrained. She needed her rest.
. . . . .
The next morning---
Megan slept in. Or, rather, I got up quietly and let her get more rest. After a quick breakfast, I went out into the yard to do somethings I'd neglected the day before; and as I did, I saw William. He, too, was doing things in his back yard. At first he didn't see me, but eventually we made eye contact, and I deliberately waved, and though he seemed to hesitate at first, he also waived, and I went to the fence between our two houses, and he did the same. We chatted about the weather at first. As we talked, he seemed a little bit nervous. After all, he had fucked my wife the night before, but I endeavored to make him feel he had no need to be concerned about me.
The subject of him fucking Megan didn't come up in our brief conversation, though we skirted close to it several times. Eventually, however, I decided I had to let him know that I was not upset with Megan and he fucking, and the abruptness of the topic took him by surprise at first.
"Don't worry," I said, in my most agreeable manner possible, "I'm glad that you and Megan get a long so well. Really. I am."
He didn't reply.
"Megan has my full consent," I added, making a slightly vague reference to their fucking the night before. "It's okay," added. "No worries."
William still didn't reply (directly) to what I'd just said.
At that point, we saw Megan coming out of the house and into the back yard. She saw William and I at the fence talking, and then made her way over.
It was interesting to stand there, out in the open like that. The three of us. William, our black next door neighbor. Megan,my young wife. And me, the patient, understanding, and very supportive cuckold husband. Nothing more was said about the night before. There didn't seem to be a need to do so.
I excused myself and went inside the house, and left Megan and William at the fence alone together. I watched them. They talked for a while, and then she came back inside. She came up to me and kissed me; warmly; passionately; and I enjoyed that very much.
"I love you," she said. "You're such a good husband to me. I mean that."
"I know I am," I replied with a smile. "But I'm just as lucky to have you, as well."
Nothing more was said for a few moments. Then I said: "I think William seems like a really great guy. I like him."
Megan looked up at me for a moment; studying my face. Then she said: "Yeah, he is nice. And I'm glad you like him, too."
"I do!" I answered.
She kissed me once again. I thought to myself what a life I had chosen to live with this young and beautiful woman, and to deliberately agree to share her, with other men, well, that seemed like a bargain well worth having!
The End
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