First time but not the last.

I'll tell you that when I walk alone on the street, I become the target of stares and catcalls from men.

Although there have been occasions when men harass me on the street even when I'm with my husband, he doesn't get annoyed; in fact, he seems to enjoy it. I like wearing miniskirts and tight clothes, but unlike what my friends tell me about their husbands disliking such outfits, my husband actually encourages me to dress this way. In terms of our sex life, I must say that my relationship with him has always been somewhat boring, since he has a rather small penis and instead of making the most of the woman he has, he prefers watching racy movies. For some time, I was intrigued to find out what really excited him, until one day when we stayed home drinking some beers, he confessed it to me. I know some men are excited by their wives wearing lingerie, latex, or leather, even getting whipped, but what my husband told me left me surprised. "I want to feel like a cuckold," he confessed, "I want you to let other men penetrate you in front of me." At first, I thought he was drunk or playing a prank, but he began explaining that when we made love, he imagined that another man had been with me before him.

He also told me he would like to see another man groping me while I sucked his cock. I couldn't believe all he was saying, but I must confess the taboo of the situation was exciting me. He got on his knees, begging me to fulfill his wish, and I asked if he wouldn't regret what he was proposing. He assured me he wouldn't and told me to choose the man who would make him a cuckold. That night, as we went to bed, I thought that once he sobered up, he would come to his senses, but that was not the case; the next day, he reminded me of my promise. I went to work and couldn't stop thinking about what he had asked. Coincidentally, the previous Saturday, I had a gathering where I met Jamal, whom I knew when I was single a couple of years ago. Despite him being married, I went out with him, and in a restaurant, he stole some kisses from me.

Jamal had always appealed to me because he was very tall and large, unlike my husband, who is small and of my height. I looked up his number in my directory and called him, feeling a bit nervous. When he answered, he was very happy and invited me to lunch, which I immediately accepted. During lunch, he began to compliment me and said he still remembered those kisses we shared. I told him I had to ask something a bit strange, and he responded that it was already granted in advance. When I told him, he was silent at first and then replied that he would do anything to have me, even in front of my cuckold husband. I asked him to come to our apartment on Saturday night, and then I said goodbye, giving him a kiss near his mouth.

I called my husband from the office and told him his fantasy would come true on Saturday, and he replied that he would go buy me an outfit for the occasion. On Saturday afternoon, my husband finally gave me the clothes he had bought. I went to my room to change and undressed completely to put on the new outfit. First, I put on white panties with a small opening at the front, revealing a good part of my skin. The bra left my nipples exposed, only supporting my breasts from below.

I then put on flesh-colored nylon stockings and high heels. Looking in the mirror, I looked like a prostitute, but that would please Jamal, who was a tall, black man. I put on a flared miniskirt and a blouse that left my waist bare. I did my makeup and hair as best I could, then went out to the living room for my husband to see me. Seeing me, he was pleased and told me to let Jamal touch me so he could get excited by watching. I agreed, not fully convinced of what I was about to do, but there was no turning back since Jamal was about to arrive, and besides, I planned to enjoy the sex he was going to give me.

The doorbell rang, and my husband told me to open it, so I went to welcome Jamal. When he saw me, he looked me up and down and whispered that I looked beautiful. I introduced him to my husband, and standing next to each other, the difference in their heights was evident. They started chatting like friends, and my husband told Jamal he hoped he would feel completely at ease that night, to which Jamal replied he hoped for the same. I approached them with a tray of glasses and offered them drinks. As I handed Jamal his glass and bent down to place the tray on the coffee table, I felt his hand caressing my legs over my nylon stockings. "Your wife is beautiful and has nice buttocks," he said to my husband. Incredibly naturally, my husband replied that she was, and he was glad to know Jamal liked them.

Seeing that everything I had told him was true, Jamal drank his glass in one gulp, unzipped his pants in front of us, and pulled out a large cock with a red head. Seeing it, I regretted not having accepted Jamal's advances years ago, but now I could enjoy it. I looked at my husband, who with a glance indicated he wanted me to approach Jamal. Decided to seize the moment, I asked Jamal, "What do you want me to do?" "Bend over and give me a blowjob," he said. I leaned over, showing my ass to my husband, and started sucking that immense cock. Jamal was grabbing my breasts while I continued, taking his member to the base.

Then I stood up, and Jamal lifted my skirt to massage my pussy in front of my husband, who just watched as his wife was being handled. The touching was getting me so excited that I could feel my fluids starting to flow. I took off my skirt and blouse myself, and since there was no need to remove my panties because of the opening, Jamal made me get on all fours on the carpet and started to penetrate me like a dog. He told my husband if he liked how he was making his wife moan, and my very cuckolded husband could only watch as his cock went in and out of my pussy. I pulled away from Jamal to remove my bra and panties, wanting him to see me naked. I kept only my stockings and shoes on, lying down on my back to receive him. Jamal had also stripped, showing us his athletic body and hard cock. As he began to pump into me, I wondered what was going through my husband's mind, and seeing his face, it was clear he enjoyed watching another man's cock have its way with me. I forgot my husband was there and started kissing Jamal on the mouth; he sucked on my lips while his movements made me gasp. Jamal's endurance in not ejaculating quickly made me reach my first orgasm, after which he sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap so we were both facing my husband.

As I rode him like that, he hugged me and grabbed my breasts with both hands until I felt a hot liquid invade me. I kept moving on his cock, and soon his semen started to leak from one side of my pussy. Seeing this, my husband stood up from his spot, knelt before us, and began licking what was coming out. At that moment, Jamal's cock slipped out, and my husband took it in his hand and started sucking it. I turned to look at Jamal, and we kissed passionately while my husband cleaned what was still coming from his cock. Once he had cleaned it thoroughly, he asked Jamal to please leave, so Jamal got dressed, and still naked, I walked him to the door, giving him a kiss on the mouth and quietly promising to call him the next day. After closing the door, my husband, now naked, told me it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened. He took me to the bed and started licking my pussy, tasting all the semen that was still coming out. Then he put his cock in me and thrust quickly until he came inside me, mixing his semen with Jamal's.