The college boys next doors

Part 1

My wife is a woman with a smoldering sexual aura. She is five feet six and one hundred thirty pounds and boasts of a beautiful 35-27-37 figure. Bethany is a leggy thirty-nine year old with brown hair cut short and styled perfectly to accent her narrow, sharply defined features.

She has a beautiful tan, and she flirts and fucks around shamelessly. I not only condone her sexual adventures, I actually encourage them because they turn me on as much as they turn her on.

When the house next door was finally rented, we were overjoyed when two young college boys moved it. Elliot was a blond Adonis attending school on a football scholarship, and Charles was a huge black kid who played centre on the school's basketball team.

Bethany went to welcome them in the neighbourhood clad in nothing but white short-shorts and a red blouse she had left knotted at the bottom and unbuttoned her navel. She flirted openly with both of them as she showed them around the neighbourhood and when I heard her invite them over for dinner, I knew fireworks were in store.

Later the next day I waited to see which one Bethany would try and seduce first. It turned out to be Charles, the basketball player. He was six-foot-six and weighed about two hundred ten pounds with a handsome face and a bristly mustache. Bethany told him that I would be out of town on business that night and she wanted to go dancing. Her young prey eagerly agreed to take her out.

I sat stroking my stiff penis as Bethany dressed for her outing in red high heels, a black pleated miniskirt, and a sheer red blouse like she one she had greeted the boys in the day before. My tall slender wife smiled wickedly at me as she applied scarlet lipstick to her slim, expressive lips.

"Are you getting horny, Brian?" she asked.

"What do you think?" I asked, bringing her attention to my eight-inch pricked, which I was stroking slowly. "Are you going to fuck him?"

"If I can," Bethany replied, checking her face one last time. "He may not be into fucking old ladies, though. I couldn't tell."

"He doesn't know what he is missing if he's not." I told her.

Bethany came over and leaned down to lick my cock-head, then kissed me lightly on the lips. I was aching to fuck her right then, but I knew that I'd get mine when she got back home. Chuckling softly at my discomfort, she pulled the skirt up to her waist, baring her snatch for me.

"Here it is Brian." She grinned. "Here's your wife's pussy, and it's about to get a new, young cock in it." I lean forward and kiss her dark brown muff, which is sprinkled generously with some blonde hairs. More than fifty pricks aside from mine have penetrated that eager cunt over the past ten years, and at least fifteen of those pricks also fucked her saucy butthole.

My wife took my throbbing member in her hand, her long red-nailed fingers folding it expertly. "Just be patient, little hard cock." she murmured, letting her miniskirt fall back into place. "Later you can take a black sperm bath." I moaned with desire at her words, and Bethany laughed as she walked out of the room.

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Bethany returned to our bedroom at two o'clock in the morning, although she and Charles had gotten back to the house at midnight. I was lying naked on the bed, cum still splattered on my cock and stomach from a recent jerk-off session. Bethany dropped her blouse, shoes, and wrinkled skirt to the floor.

"Somebody's been a naughty boy." she said softly, running her fingers through the cream on my torso.

"Somebody's been a naughty girl." I answered, kissing the hickey on her neck and breasts. I pulled her down on the bed with me and rolled between her spread thighs and she guided my pricks into her stretched sloppy quim. I could feel Charles' cum as my cock slid inside her.