Robert nursed his beer while getting agitated with each passing minute. He sat at a table alone while he focused his eyes on his middle aged wife cavorting with a black stranger across the room. They had been dancing for a while and didn't appear to be winding down. The music was Caribbean high life, with an appealing rhythm, infectious enough to make you on to leave your chair and join the crowd in the nightclub. Robert had two left feet
and was incapable of doing anything beyond a twisted shuffle. Sara, however, was buoyaned and giddy and wanted to enjoy the evening while it lasted. The black stranger had appeared out of nowhere, ingenuously wrenched her from Robert's grasp and asked her to dance. Sarah went willingly, to Robert's amazement. Usually, she would have thought twice about letting herself be swayed by another man,
especially as stranger. Sarah was too conservative of a wife to express any form of liberal mindedness victually when it came to having a good time. Except they were miles from home, this was as liberal as it gets. The black man was of average height and bore a slight paunch in his gut, his smile never once wavered as he spurnt Sarah around, and even Sarah couldn't stop gushing as she drew away slightly while swinging her hips before the black stranger grabbed her arm and pulled her into
his embrace. They looked so happy with each other, almost the same as every other dancing couple around them. It would be a shame if Robert were to go over and end their union, which was what he had been contemplating for several minutes now. It was surprising to sit there and observe his wife, who he couldn't recall the last time she'd been so happy, so unconcerned about him
or their immediate environment back home. It was a burden to entice Sarah to go out and have fun, regardless of the countless he gave her, including hall passes, to spend time with anyone she encountered, whether at her workplace or if any of her friends had the tamarear to set her up with a male friend. Never had she been persuaded enough to fall. She usually had plenty of excuses than take any piece of bait. Here. She was
acting like nothing if such ever existed. Seeing her interact with her newfound black friend, one would assume she had always been a partying type of girl. Nothing about her past was prevalent here, not even her episcopalian background she inherited from her parents. To Robert, his wife was a completely different woman from the one he had been married
to for the past decade. Robert drained his glass of scotch and was counting off numbers in his head before rising to his feet when he noticed Sarah and her partner stopped their dancing streak and were returning to his table. They stopped to briefly correspond. Robert had no idea whatever was discussed between them, and felt more nervous when Sarah burst into laughter and nodded her head. Whatever her head nodding meant, he knew he was about to find out.
As they approach couched his table. Hi, honey, Sarah kissed his cheek before sitting down. You enjoyed watching us dance, Yeah, pretty much, said Robert. You looked good together. The black man pulled a chair and sat down, gasping from the energy he had expended on the dance floor. There was a ring of sweat around the torsa region of his t shirt. I'm sure going to need a bath when I get back to my room, he remarked. What floor in the hotel are you staying on, asked Robert on
the fourth Sarah said, we're on the ninth. Don't worry, you can come shower in our suite instead. Robert's eyes flew wide open and blurted what Sarah looked at him, still sweating and bubbling with excitement. Her dress was drenched in sweat and her nipples poked against the fabric. Robert felt embarrassed that her black friend had probably noticed them too. Honey, I'm thinking Leon here can come over to our suite for a night cap, said Sarah. What do you say, Han, Honey,
I don't think we should. Sure we can, Sarah interjected. Then Rose, come on, let's head back to the hotel. I'm fucking sweaty like a hippo. Write now. That was another thing that astounded Robert, hearing his wife utter the word fuck. Never had he caught Sarah mentioning that word before. She was prone to admonish him if ever he used that word in her presence. Something had definitely changed with her.
Leon stood up and adjusted his shirt. Then Robert stood up, settled the bill for his drink, and then they headed back towards the hotel grounds, which wasn't far from the night club. Robert walked two steps behind Sarah and Leon, both continuing their chatter unmindful of his presence. Robert caught snatches of conversation, but nothing concrete beside the their laughter. He gasped when Leon slid his hand downward to pinch Sarah's butt. This Sarah, he knew, wouldn't have hesitated to
smack him for his audacity. Instead, this Sarah didn't appear to mind. She even appealed for him to do it again, which he kindly repeated. Unbothered about Robert's tight gaze, Robert kept his distance as they entered the hotel and rode the elevator that deposited them on their floor. He assumed Sarah might change her mind, but then realized that wasn't so. As she led her black friend down the corridor towards their suite, she stopped and indicated to Robert to do
the honors of opening the door for them. Robert swiped his card against the handle and invited them inside. Sarah took Leon into the bedroom and pointed to the bathroom. Leon kicked off his sandals and then discarded his shirt before disappearing inside. Sarah came into the living room and hugged Robert, who was stunned and still upset with the day's turn of events. Just what in the hell are you doing, Sarah? Well, isn't it obvious, she replied, still
excited at her intentions. I cannot help myself, darling. I'm in the mood and I can't help myself any more. Robert watched her discard her clothes and stood half naked before him. The fuck are you intending on doing? For God's sake, this has to fucking stop. No can do, Robert. She picked up her clothes and dropped them on the nearest sofa. I'm going to fuck him, Robert, and you can either watch or sit here and mind your own.
But that's what I'm about to do, see ya. Sarah blew him a kiss and a wave before returning to the bedroom. She opened the bathroom door and said ready or not, here I come, then slipped inside, but didn't bother to shut the door. Robert stood there in silent disbelief. He wanted to think what was happening wasn't happening, But then it was. It was sure as fire happening for real. He broke into a smile and pumped his fist into
the air in victory. My god, he couldn't believe as Sarah was doing this, he had found a man who could break her will and remake her into the opposite of what she had always been. This was an incredible feat, and Robert felt the urgency to celebrate, but that would wait until everything was concluded. Robert resumed the alarmed look on his face and went to peep inside the bathroom. He heard Sarah moone and knew something was being done
to her. He barely made out their feature from behind the fugged glass of the bathroom stall, but he saw enough that told him they had begun to fuck. He returned to the living room, and minutes later, Sarah and Leon bounded out of the bathroom, naked, cackling hilariously and dripping water. Leon stopped to lift Sarah off her feet and then carted her to the bed. Robert heard his wife's high laugh and knew she was about to have
a great time. He waited patiently and listened as they got settled, then approached the doorway to see how things were going. He maintained a look of misery while bubbling with glee underneath his masked exterior. Sarah lay on the bed, squirming and throwing her head side to side, gasping while Leon gented his face into her pussy. Sara spasmed and made guttural noises while caressing Leon's head. Sarah looked towards Robert, but her eyes were so glazed with lest she barely
saw him. Her mind had shot off on a rocket to another planet, leaving him to himself. Leon came up for air and edged between her spread thighs. Sarah lifted her pelvis towards his prick. As it brushed against her flesh. He wielded it, stroked it several times, then inched it into her vagina. Give it to me, babe, saramone seconds before she tensed up as he injected his manhood inside her. She remained tense for some seconds before gradually letting himself
fall back on the bed. Her body unleashed a jerking frenzy as her pussy acclimatized to his girth. Leon leaned forward, only jerking his pelvis and thighs. His buttocks contracted each time he slid deep into her cunt. Sara's legs flew up, her toes nodded, and her face took on an anguished chin while her mouth ex held her cries. Leon adjusted himself to get better traction while maintaining his thrusts. Robert pretended to look angry while he was actually enjoying the action.
Sara grabbed her spread thighs and maintained a gasping rhythm as Leon began pluing her pussy hard and fast. His prick guts soaked in her creamy juices the longer he fed her cunt. They later switched positions and he got Sara to ride him. Sarah felt relieved when this happened, as her breathing got better with time. She tried to keep up with his pace despite her awkward thrusts. It had been weeks, months, fuck no decades since the last time she felt this raunchy for sex. Sarah couldn't believe
how incredible it felt all these years. She promised herself to make it up to Robert after tonight. My god, if I'm ever going to survive tonight. Sarah lost count of the multiple orgasms she suffered that night. The number faded from her mind as Leon fucked her every which way he could. Before he reached his own climax. He pulled out of her and ejaculated over her. But Sarah could barely lit herself off the bed. She was too drained to do anything. Leon took a moment to catch
his breath before climbing off the bed. He tottered to his feet, swiped a thick pool of sweat from his face, and laughed at Robert. Looks like I've killed your bitch, he said. He went to relax in the living room while Robert went and got a handful of tissue to wipe seamen off Sarah's backside. Sarah had fallen asleep and barely knew what he had done. Robert shut the door and thanked Leon for the wonderful accomplishment. You aren't going to tell her about us, asked Leon later, as he
struggled into his clothes. Maybe later I will, Robert said, But you can come by later tomorrow. Now you've gotten her hooked, I know she'll want to see you again. No problem, You know how to reach me in case, they shook hands and Leon left their sweet Robert got a drink out of the fridge to celebrate the monumental occasion. Listen to this episode and otherwhil Erotic Cuckle Tales on Shengo's own POPT webcast, on Spreaker, Apple podcast Sportify, and elsewhere.
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