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She Fell Open

We have been in the lifestyle for some time now.
We have adjusted to wife sharing with black men, and I thought that was pretty much that. But even though she conceived with her first serious black lover, I had this feeling that there was still something, some threshold, that she had not crossed. Without really knowing what it was that we both still longed for, it was not really discussed much.

Mary is, at her core, a strong woman and being an equal partner in her sex life has always been her play. She acts pretty coy, flirty and sub to get the attention she desires, but once in the bed, she usually gives every bit as good as she gets. Until six weeks ago. That’s when a truly experienced black master finally broke down her ‘equal partner’ notions and subjugated her fully.

We smoked a joint with Leon, to get acquainted again in the more comfortable atmosphere of our living room. The din of the West African drum band in the local multicultural bar made an intimate conversation improbable, to say the least. Besides, they were busy dancing the wedding dance then.

Leon struck me as a thin man when he asked Mary to join him in a drum dance at the club. They made an unlikely pair, I thought, as she danced in her black cocktail dress, he in traditional string pants and a dashiki, with a red, yellow, and green knit cap covering half of his dreadlocks. He seemed to dance alone, he was so deep into it. She held her shoes in her hand, moved gamely, and tried to find a way to be connected to him. It wasn’t working very well.

So I was a little surprised when she came back to me after a dance and handed me her shoes. “One more, then we can leave.” And off she went to try to figure out what this Rastaman was all about. One became two as they began to click. The third dance was the last of the evenings performance and though I did not realize it, this was a wedding dance. Only half the crowd, including Mary and Leon, remained on the floor. A thin, young black man n e yellow plaid shirt, who I had noticed eyeing us for some time, leaned into my ear to tell me that “This is the wedding dance- only for couples who are married- or who would like to be.” When I turned to look at him squarely, he repeated “..or would like to be.” as he backed away, smiling wickedly.

Now Leon was much more animated as the dramatic heartbeat rhythm began almost inaudibly. He was moving his hands in the air around Mary, never quite touching her as he made slow circles around her. The other couples did much the same. Mary looked amazed and amused as he became a shaman before our eyes, gyrating his way around her body as she stood perfectly still, belly heaving. Then, a line spun out of the couples dance as the drumbeat slowly grew louder. The rhythmic dancing couples eventually made a circle around the room as he beat rose to a lively and sensual pace. Every four beats of the drum, the women stopped while their partners hopped forward until their crotches just barely met their partners ass. For a beat, he rotates his hips upward, then the entire circle moves for four more beats until the man stops, then hops forward again, rubbing his cock into her ass crack gently.

Once Mary saw how this worked, she began offering her ass a little more when he hopped forward to rub up into it. All the women were dong this, with some making a comedic expression at the rubbing point. It became a point where the entire room, especially the women, would laugh and giggle when the men hopped forward for some frottage. Mary and Leon were the only mixed couple in the line, which made some of the other black women make humorous comments to one another while covering their mouths with their hands. They knew what was up.

Mary led Leon off the floor when it was done and took him by the hand as she came to me. “I’m ready to go.” she said, as she took her shoes back from me and walked on to the door to get her coat. This could be interesting.

So now, back home again, the effects of the joint are becoming evident on Marys face. Her eyes are at half mast and the corners of her mouth are turned up slightly, giving away her happy stoned face. Leon hardly speaks at all and I didn’t make any effort to make small talk myself. At some point, the silence became slightly uncomfortable, so Mary stood up and announced she was sleepy, and heading to bed. At the entrance to the hallway, she stopped, lifted her hem, and pulled off her black lace panties, letting hem fall on the floor where she stepped out of them delicately. She didn’t even look over her shoulder as she padded off down the hall in bare feet, no panties, and a black cocktail dress. Leon looked at me thoughtfully, saying nothing while he took a final toke. I made a gesture towards the bedroom which suggested to him ‘after you’ and he rose slowly to follow her.

In the same place where Mary dropped her panties, he stripped of his pants and shirt. I was surprised to see that he was not thin at all, but rather a powerfully built man, with strong legs and arms. I knew enough to hang back for a minute or two, so I finished the joint there in the darkness of the living room. First, a low and muffled conversation for a few seconds, then silence. All that I could recognize was Mary saying “Yes” in a rather bold and sultry manner. I didn’t realize then that it might be the last time that I ever heard that tone coming from her. I could move in now.

When I entered the room, Mary was sitting on the corner of the bed, her short skirt pulled up around her waist, her long legs still together at the knee. The top of her tiny crop of pubic fur barely evident. I quietly found my chair in the corner and sat, seemingly unnoticed. Leon was standing over her now, bend over and kissing and licking her mouth and neck slowly. His mouth would return to hers and he would seem to take a little more from her each time. Soon, his tongue and hers were intertwined, rubbing across each other, wetting their chins with saliva. As aroused as I was by this sight, Leon was not. His 9 inch, uncircumcised cock dangled before her belly, seemingly unaroused by what was going on.

When it seemed that it was time to move from deep french kisses to sex, Leon did not make the move. Instead, he seemed to want more and more of her mouth. He cradled the back of he head as she leaned back onto the palms of her hands and he fed his tongue to her even more deeply than before. At first, I though that she wasn’t into this, but just accommodating him. But ever so slowly, things changed. Now her head was tilted all the way back to her shoulder blades and her mouth was agape. He ran his tongue over he teeth, all over her mouth, and deep into her throat until her lips sucked his, as if to beg for more. She was open to him now, and completely acquiescent.

He said something to her that I could not hear and she answered ”yes” right away. It was a small yes, not the bold ‘yes’ that I was used to hearing from her in the bedroom. It was a lower case yes. He said something else to her. Again a very small and obedient ‘yes’ spilled from her lips as she looked downward at his cock. Now she touched it slowly, experimentally. The shiny plum head was just beginning to emerge from its jet black hood.

After a short period of touching him, he leaned forward and took a full handful of her hair. Now he pulled her head back with authority and again, attacked her mouth with his tongue. This time, she reacted as if his saliva could save her life as she strained to open wider, to give him more of it.

As he leaned over, her legs relaxed, parting slowly and his cock touched down lightly on her belly. I could see that she had made the bed wet in the small spot where she was sitting. I had never seen her this wet before she was entered. As he took her mouth again, she was slowly sliding back, pulling him with her with her tongue sucking mouth. I almost missed seeing him enter her, I was so focused on their interlocked faces. His cock reached her labia and, I swear, they reached out and coaxed his cockhead towards her throbbing pink inner labia.

Again, a murmured question, followed quickly with a truly subservient and small but clear “yes”. And with that, she captured his cockhead and, undulating slowly, with the same motion 1/4 beat they used in the Arfican wedding dance, she took him into her body. I heard her say ‘yes one more time, just before his body tensed and his seed spilled into her. In that moment, she came hard on him too.

I have hardly heard her say much more than ‘yes’ to Leon- or any other man- since. He has only come by three more times over the past month or so, but he is never alone. Leon is a gracious and generous man. He always brings a friend to share.

A real story posted by Mary’s most fortunate husband on December 1, 2010

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mwfMary

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