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If you’ve read any of my other posts, you’ll know that I’ve been describing the pictures in my album in great detail. I thought some of you may like reading the actual stories behind the pics rather than just their brief descriptions.
Today’s picture is a simple picture of my wife’s pussy, called My wife's soft pussy exposed and ready for a night of BBC. When I took this picture my wife Amanda had been in a relationship with a black man named Barry for over 3 years. Amanda was happy with him and didn’t want to press her luck hooking up with other men. I was cool with their relationship I thought it was a cuckold’s dream comes true. I especially liked it when they had sex at our house. My wife fucking her bull in our house, on our bed, was beyond my wildest hopes when we started this whole thing. Since they both tested clean and Amanda’s tubes were tied, sex was as natural as it gets. The thought of my wife letting him cum in her made it even hotter for me.

As time went on, I started seeing another side of Barry, a more possessive side. When he told me that Amanda was his wife now, I didn’t think much of it because he said stuff like that sometimes. Besides, Amanda and I still had our life together we did all the normal things that we did before she met Barry. Then one night, we were in bed and I felt like getting a piece. I moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. She turned towards me and kissed me. The more we kissed, the hornier I got. She was wearing a silk lingerie top that made her tits feel so soft. I ran my hand down and felt the coarseness of her pussy hair through her panties. I started pulling down her panties; she turned on her side with her ass facing me. I thought she wanted anal so grabbed the K-Y; lubed up my dick and stuck it in. Soon as I got it in she started pumping back against me like she was trying to make me cum. It worked I squirted; my dick slid out and we went to sleep.

Next time I wanted sex, she reached down while we were kissing and started jerking me off. I figured she had her reasons and her soft hand felt damn good on my dick. She tugged faster and faster until I couldn’t take it anymore. Cumming felt so good. A few days later, I went for an early morning piece and she did the same thing. This time, I stopped her and reached over to put my hand on her pussy. When I did that she closed her legs tight and said “I’ll do anything else just not down there.” At first I thought there was something wrong with her vagina. Then the fucking light bulb went off in my head she was saving herself for Barry! I could have pushed the issue and started a fight or something but I didn’t. I just moved her hand back to my dick. She started stroking me then she slid down and gave me a blowjob. No lie my wife doesn’t just suck cock she makes love to it and leaves it cleaner than when she started.

That very same night I got home from work and a trip to Walmart at about 10 o’clock. As I pulled in our driveway, I saw Barry’s truck parked by our garage. As soon as I got inside, I heard the sound of our bed making noise. I walked upstairs to our bedroom; the door had opened up a couple inches so I was able to see inside without them seeing me. Amanda was riding Barry like a porn star. Tits bouncing, hair flying, she was really going at it. I didn’t want them to see me watching; so I went back downstairs. About a half hour later Amanda came down. I was in our kitchen and she came in wearing one of her short robes. We talked a bit while she was getting some stuff out of the fridge. When she bent over I saw her bare ass. She took her stuff; said goodnight and went back upstairs. I went to bed a while later in the bedroom next to our master bedroom. This time their door was closed and all was quiet.

I woke up at some point in the middle of the night to turn my tv off and I heard them fucking again. It sounded like they were going at it slow and steady. I listened for a bit, but I was tired so I feel asleep. I was awaken by the alarm clock in their bedroom; I heard them talking and then heard Barry walking downstairs. A couple minutes later, I heard his truck going down our driveway. Amanda stayed in bed; I looked in on her when I got up for work and she was sound asleep. When I came home from work that night, it was like nothing even happened. In a way that most people would find strange, nothing out of the ordinary for us did happen. Her other husband Barry came over; they spent the night together and he left. Although Amanda never actually came out and said it, I knew her pussy belonged to him; it was his and he was hers. From then on until she broke up with Barry, I never pushed for vaginal sex with her I let her make the first move when she wanted it. In a way only cuckolds understand, that excited the hell out of me, it felt like it did when we first started fucking!