Milly’s Many Admirers

My wife Milly would have made a great old-time movie star, because
she’s really curvy.  Not like these thin models you see all the time
now, a real woman - with big, bouncy breasts, sweet full hips, and
thighs you can really grab onto.  Like most women, I guess she’s a
little concerned with her weight, but I think she’s sexy as hell.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that she gets checked out a lot when
we’re out together, but mostly by black guys.  I try to point that out
to her, so she can feel good about herself, but it just makes her
blush.  I think they just like the way she looks, long curly blonde
hair, big blue eyes, and her big, curvy butt.

One time when she was particularly down on herself, I walked up to
this guy I had seen checking her out.  “You like my wife?” I asked him.
He was a tall black guy with huge arms, like he worked out a lot.

“She’s fine,” he said to me, eyeing Milly appreciatively.  “That’s the
kind of woman you want in bed, all soft, none of that bony shit.”

“Come over here and tell her that,” I said, and he did.  He introduced
himself as Eman, and he flirted with Milly like there was no tomorrow. 
I could tell she was loving it too, by the way she kept blushing and
her nipples were all hard.  I got an idea.  I invited Eman over to our
place, and he accepted.  I think Milly knew what I was up to, because
she jumped into the car with Eman, and they followed me home.  Halfway
home, I saw Milly’s head disappear down into Eman’s lap, and he had a
big old smile on his face.

When we got inside, Eman sat down in the living room while I went to
the kitchen to get us some drinks.  “I sucked him off on the way home,”
Milly said, pressing her big boobs up against my back and whispering in
my ear.  “He was so hard, and his cum tasted so good.  I know you want
me to fuck him, don’t you?”

I turned to look at my beautiful wife and kissed her.  “You do
whatever you want, baby.  I just want you to know that there are
thousands of men out there who think you’re just as gorgeous as I do.”

We sat around, drinking and talking.  Milly and Eman were on the couch
together, and she kept rubbing her tits against his arm and reaching
over and squeezing his bulge.  I loved seeing her being so
self-confident, and I was glad Eman was really appreciating her. 
Finally he put down his drink and pulled Milly into his arms and kissed
her.  He squeezed her big soft tits.  It was an incredible turn-on for
me to see his dark hands on her pale flesh, especially when he pulled
off her bra and rolled her nipples around between his fingers.

I don’t know who ever said that black men didn’t eat pussy, but Eman
went at it like a champ.  As soon as Milly was completely naked, he got
right down there between my wife’s thick, sexy thighs and planted his
face right on her little blonde curls.  He must have been pretty good
at it too, judging from the way she was moaning.  He made her come
about three times and then stood up, shucking off his clothes and
smiling down at her.

“You ready for me, you sexy thing?” he asked Milly.  She nodded and
reached up her arms.  Eman stroked his prick a few times, showing off
how hard it was.  “I’m gonna make love to you, baby,” he said.  He
knelt in front of her and eased his dick into her cunt.  Despite being
a big woman, Milly has the tightest twat you’ve ever known.  My dick
was smaller than Eman’s, and it took a while for me to get in.  When he
was balls-deep, though, he really began giving it to her, sliding his
meat in and out of her luscious hole, his balls bouncing against her
ass.

Milly was loving every second of it, groaning and sighing as Eman
fucked her.  He finally came, thrusting deep inside her and moaning in
pleasure.  “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said, kissing Milly as he
withdrew.

Now Milly actually notices guys looking at her, and she’s gotten much
more self-confident.  And every once in a while, I let her take one of
those admirers home, just to remind her how hot she really is.