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driven carriage tour and had a nice lunch by the water. I noticed several times throughout the day that Hannah was texting someone and I figured she was chatting with her girlfriends back home, like she always did.

"Who you texting," I asked when I noticed the mischievous smile on her face as we exited the Juliette Gordon Low museum.

"Andre," she giggled. "He wanted to take me out to dinner tonight, but I told him we have reservations for dinner. Then he asked me to meet him after dinner for a few drinks."

"What did you tell him?" I asked, trying to temper my excitement. For reasons that I couldn't explain I thought that it would be hot if she did meet him for dinner or drinks. The idea that he wanted my sexy wife like that turned me on, but I  was afraid to tell her that, so I stayed silent.

"I told him no. I thought after last night you didn't  want me to hook up with him again. Am I wrong? " She asked with a playful glimmer in her eyes.

"I said we would play it by ear," I clarified and she nodded slowly as she held my gaze.

"Does my Baby want to watch Mama get some more big black cock?" She teased as we found a seat in the Wright Square.

"If you want," I deferred, trying to hide my excitement. The emotions I felt were confusing. They were a mix of fear, dread, excitement and adoration. Hannah had never looked sexier in my eyes and the thought of watching her take his huge dick again made my dick swell, but at the same time there was something about the way they interacted that was terrifying. It was so much different than the past times we had messed around with other people.

"Oh, I want to. I'll tell him to meet us after dinner at the hotel bar."

I watched her text him excitedly and I studied her expression when he replied. "What did he say?"

"He said okay and he asked me what I'm wearing? I'm gonna tell him that I am wearing jeans and a tee shirt now, but I'll be in a little black dress for dinner, because its a nice restaurant. We're going to Nobel Fare, and I'm so excited. I love French food."

We sat in the square and people watched for a while. It was the middle of the afternoon and at 4pm we had to head to our hotel to get ready for dinner. When Andre replied Hannah laughed and I asked her what was so funny.

"Andre told me not to wear panties under my dress when we go out later for dinner."

I laughed. "What did you tell him?"

Hannah looked at me with a defiant grin and her head tilted to the left. "I said yes Daddy."

"You do like that Daddy thing," I said with a chuckle. "I noticed that you have even referred to yourself as Mama in reference to me. Where did that come from?"

"That was Andre's idea," Hannah said with a soft giggle. "He said that it helps establish the pecking order. He is dominant to me, so he is my Daddy. I am dominant to you, so I am your Mama."

"What does that make me?"

"Well, according to Andre, you are my submissive cuckold and really, you're submissive to both of us."

"When did he say that?"

"In our texts. We've been texting since he left last night, and I think he's kinda right, but I think that you like it. I think you liked that he came in my pussy. That's why you woke me up this morning with your tongue deep inside me. I think you liked when he kissed me because it made you feel out of control, and tapped into your latent submissive nature. I really think you loved that his dick is huge and it made me cum hard, over and over, and I think you can't wait to see what happens tonight after dinner."

I nodded and thought about what she said. "Yeah, I can see that and you are probably right."

We continued to talk about the night before and our expectations for that night as we sat on the bench. I could tell Hannah was very excited and she continued to text back and forth with Andre. She shared a few of his texts with me and others she read silently and responded before resuming our conversation. It was a strange dynamic and I was a little confused by it. We had never hooked up with someone for a second go and I was curious what it would be like. The newness and atmosphere would certainly be different than it had been the previous night, but we also knew what to expect with him and there would be a familiarity between them. He knew what buttons to push with Hannah, and he had also probed her through texts about what her limits were. After about 45 minutes we started walking back to our hotel to get changed for dinner.

At 5:45pm we checked in with the hostess at Nobel Fare. This was our planned anniversary dinner, but our actual anniversary was two days later, on our travel day home from Savannah. Hannah was wearing a tight, black, short sleeved dress that hugged her hips and ended above mid thigh. It had a deep vee neckline that showed a lot of cleavage and didn't allow her to wear a bra. Under her dress, at Andre's insistence, she was naked, and I knew that excited her. She always wore underwear. At home she usually wore bikini panties for comfort and occasionally a thong for date nights but to my knowledge she had never ventured out in public wearing a short dress with no panties.

Dinner was nice and we had a surprisingly normal conversation over a bottle of expensive French wine. We didn't mention Andre or what might happen after dinner. It was our time to celebrate our 26 years as husband and wife. We talked about our travels and where we wanted to go next. She wanted our 30th anniversary trip to be to Paris and I agreed that would be fun. We finished our dinner with her favorite dessert, creme brulee. Then I paid the check and we walked back to our hotel. We held hands on the way and she assured me that she loved me more tha ever. It had been a fantastic anniversary dinner and I was tempted to try and coax her blow off Andre and head back to our room for some good sex with just the two of us, but instead I stayed silent and let her guide our course.

Andre was waiting in the bar when we arrived. He had secured a booth near the back of the room. It was more dimly lit and the two empty high top tables afforded it a surprising degree of privacy. In front of him sat three glasses of champagne waiting for our arrival.

"Damn Hannah, you look amazing," he said in his deep baritone as he looked her up and down. He rose to his feet, pulled her into his powerful arms and hugged her tight. He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. Then he kissed her tenderly and then deeper while I stood silently across the table from them feeling somewhat awkward and out of place.  "I feel under dressed," he said with sheepish smile as he brazenly grabbed my wife's thick, juicy ass.

Andre was wearing slacks and a white silk button down shirt and having come from a nice restaurant, I was wearing a charcoal suit with an Oxford shirt and a dark green tie.

Andre sat down with his back to the kitchen, Hannah squeezed in next to him and I sat across from them.

"Cheers," he said as he raised his glass and we all toasted to new friends and new experiences.

"Well, you know what we did all day, Daddy. How was your day," Hannah asked with an impish smile. She sipped her champagne and I gulped mine to calm my nerves. My heart was racing and I felt a mix of angst, fear and excitement.

"It was good. I worked out for 3 hours in the morning, then I showered and went to the barber where I got a full shave," he said running his hands over his smooth face and across his shiny black head.

Hannah's smile widened and she breathed deep. "Three hours, you are a beast Daddy," she gasped as she touched his bulging bicep. Then she leaned into him and smelled his neck.

"You smell so good," my wife purred softly. She pressed her lips against his flesh and kissed it softly. Then she moved her lips to his and they kissed, long, slow, deep and wet, while I watched.

I could feel the sexual energy between them and my head was spinning. I was no longer bothered by their kisses. They excited me immensely and my dick throbbed on my pants.

"Thank you Baby Girl," he replied with a nod. "They take care of me well there. They know my favorite scent." He paused and then looked into Hannah's big blue eyes, "Were you a good girl and did you do as Daddy said?"

"Yes Daddy," my wife replied in a sultry voice, then she whispered, "I'm naked under this tiny dress."

He dropped his hand below the table and Hannah moaned. She shifted anxiously in her seat and spread her legs to give him easy access to her married white pussy. Her eyes closed for a moment, then they opened, fluttered and she moaned again.

I felt my dick grow harder in my pants as Andre brazenly finger fucked my horny wife in public, and I shifted nervously in my seat. Her mouth was agape and he leaned over and stuck his tongue into her mouth. I could tell he was rubbing her pussy and she began sucking on his long tongue like it was a cock.

"Oh fuck Daddy," Hannah panted quietly. She grabbed at his powerful arm and her body started to quiver and quake. I could hear how wet she was and she mashed her lips against his to quiet herself as she came, right there in the bar.

I quickly looked around to make sure no one had noticed but thankfully unlike the previous evening it was not especially crowded. It was still early on a Friday evening and the few patrons there seemed oblivious to what had just happened.

Andre pulled his hand from my wife's cunt and lifted it to her mouth. His fingers glistened from a generous coating of her juices and he pushed them into her mouth, letting her taste herself on his dark flesh. When she had cleaned his digits to his satisfaction Andre slid out of the booth. He beckoned my wife and then looked at me.

"We will be back shortly," he announced curtly. Then he extended his hand to Hannah and helped her from her seat. "Get us some drinks while were gone, okay Champ. I'll take a Buffalo Trace, neat. What do you want Baby Girl."

"An espresso martini please," Hannah said sweetly.

I watched, slack jawed and dumbfounded, as they walked, hand in hand, out of the bar and into the lobby. My mind was racing as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I'd expected to be at least a spectator for round two but he'd left me there to ponder and imagine what they were doing. I had no idea where they had gone but I had a good idea what they were doing. I had the key to our room so I knew they weren't there, but for all I knew he had taken her home with him.

I went to the bar and ordered three drinks.  Then I went back to my seat and imagined what they were doing. I was there, alone for at least twenty minutes before they returned. Hannah's makeup looked like it had been hastily fixed and they were both grinning like they'd gotten away with something naughty.

"Where'd you go?" I asked as they sat back down across from me.

"To the men's room at the back of the lobby by the pool. Daddy needed a blow job," my wife replied. She smacked her lips, leaving no doubt where he'd finished. "Want a kiss Baby?"

"No, I'm good," I replied with a dismissive laugh.

"You liked it earlier," Hannah teased and I shook my head.

"That was mine," I reasoned.

"Mmm hmm," she mused.

Andre continued to tease my wife's pussy as we all sipped our drinks and 30 minutes later, when we'd finished our second round, he announced that it was time to go upstairs. I felt a wave of excitement wash over me knowing that I would soon get to watch my beautiful wife in the throes of ecstasy with her new friend. I had never seen her more radiant or sexy and I much preferred watching than I had just imagining what they might be doing when they left me at the bar.

Once we were back inside our hotel room Andre hiked Hannah's dress to her trim waist and slowly ran his finger along her slit as she looked up at him with obvious adoration. I had never seen her so smitten with another man and while that added to my excitement, it also concerned me. It made me wonder if we'd opened a Pandora's box where there was no turning back, but as I'd done the day before, I buried my concerns and enjoyed the show.

Andre kissed her deeply and I winced as her soft moan rattled inside my head. He pushed the top her dress down, pulling her heavy breasts out and then he rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes closed and she tensed from a jolt of pleasure and pain shot through her. Then he released her nipples and unzipped his slacks. He fished his semi-erect dick out and grabbed it at the base. He was a big man with extra large hands but there was still four or five inches of dick beyond his big mitts, and he slapped it against her cheek with a dull thud. He did it again and again, making it grow bigger and harder. Then he slapped it against her tits.

"You like this black dick don't you Baby Girl?" He teased. He rubbed the tip across her lips, smearing precum on them as he grinned down at her.

"I love your cock so much," Hannah purred. "Its fucking perfect in every way." Her hands were obediently by her side as she waited for instructions and guidance. He was in charge and she was his submissive fuck toy.

For reasons that I couldn't explain hearing her say that made me utterly ravenous. I loved watching her submit to him and hearing her praise him excited me like nothing else had. I teased my clothed dick and watched with wide, eager eyes.

Andre smiled and pushed his cock against her lips. "Open that mouth. Show your husband what good little cock whore you are."

"Yes Daddy," Hannah said withna seductive smile. Her eyes darted from his to mine and her mouth opened wide to accept her prize. She stuck out her tongue and he rubbed the bulbous circumcised head against it. The visual was powerful. My pale, blonde wife, dressed in a sexy little black dress, sitting on the bed with her dress hiked to her waist and her tits hanging out as a big muscular black man treated her like a sex toy.

He pushed his cock into her mouth and laced his fingers into her thick honey blonde hair. His hips jogged slowly fore and aft, fucking her eager mouth. His cock slid deeper and deeper until she  choked and gaged. Then he held it there for several long seconds to show her who was the boss.  Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving black trails of mascara in their wake. Then he pulled back and Hannah gasped for air. She inhaled deeply and he did it again.

My cock throbbed incessantly in my pants and I rubbed finger along the underside of my shaft. An involuntary groan slipped from my lips and Andre looked at me with menacing eyes. "Go sit in the desk chair in the corner and be quiet. She's belongs to me now."

He smiled subtly, letting me know it was a game and he was playing a part, and I did as instructed. I draped my suit coat over the back of the chair and loosened my tie. Then I turned the chair to face them and sat down to enjoy the show. Several minutes later Andre helped my disheveled wife onto the bed and positioned her on all fours. She was perpendicular with the bed giving be a fantastic profile view as he knelt behind her round ass. He looked down and drooled spit onto his thick shaft. Then he fisted it, rubbed it against Hannah's slippery wet labia and eased it into her depths.

A deep, guttural moan spilled from my wife's open mouth. It was a raw, unfiltered sound that seemed like a mix of pleasure and agony. Andre was undeterred by her groan and he grabbed her soft, doughy hips. He pulled her ass into him and fed her the length of his impressive black cock. Then he paused, balls deep, and savored the grip of her tight hole.

"Oh God, I never knew how much I needed this," Hannah gasped.

"Work it Baby Girl," he ordered in a deep commanding tone, and my wife started to rock. Her pale ass slapped back against his pelvis as he knelt behind her with his hands on his hips. "Show Daddy how much you love him."

His request rattled me and I shook my head to make sure I'd heard him correctly.

Hannah moaned loudly but didn't respond. She rocked faster and yelped each time he hit bottom. Her first time with Andre she had appeared to struggle a little to take him deep in her tight, little pussy, but this time it looked easy. Her butt jiggled as it slammed against him and he began to thrust back at her. She lowered her head down to the bed and slammed her ass into him. Her cries filled the air and her breathing labored.

"Please don't stop, Daddy. Please, I'm gonna cum."

I watched my wife shudder and shake. She grabbed at the comforter and panted like a bitch in heat as he pounded her relentlessly from behind until her climax ebbed and she slumped forward, letting his cock slip from her silky embrace. It jutted lewdly from his hard, chiseled body and it glistened from her copious juice.

Andre moved his knees outside of Hannah's legs, putting her in the prone position and he leaned forward with his slippery dick in his hand. He rubbed it up and down her slit several times as she recovered from her powerful orgasm. Then he dipped the tip inside and quickly pulled it out, making her groan with disappointment. He drooled saliva onto his cock head and rubbed it against her ass crack. Then he drooled saliva into her ass crack and rubbed his dick up and down.  His message was clear and when she didn't balk he pushed his huge cock against her tight, virgin asshole.

My breath caught in my chest as I watched. Anal had always been a hard no when I'd tried. It was something she insisted she had no interest in and I'd given up trying more than a decade ago.

"Oh," Hannah gasped as his bulbous head penetrated her sphincter. "Go slow Daddy. I've never done this before." Her voice was shaking with tremolo, betraying the depths of her excitement.

"Relax Baby Girl, Daddy won't hurt you," Andre said calmly. Then he drooled more saliva into her ass crack and eased several inches of big black cock into her asshole.

"Fuck," my wife groaned in apparent pleasure and pain.

He drooled more spit onto her stretched asshole and fed another third of his huge cock into her.  "You good Baby Girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me," my wife moaned.

Andre bent down and kissed her neck. "Do you like that black dick in your asshole?" He teased as the final inches disappeared inside her.

"Yes," she hissed. "I love it. Fuck me."

"Is that my asshole?" Andre panted as his hips began to thrust.

"It's yours, Daddy. I'm all yours." Hannah's eyes closed and her toes curled. She clutched and clawed at the bed. Grunts spilled from her lips and his thrusts became firm and deep. He kissed her face and neck. His hips slammed against her big, round ass.

"I wanted that ass the moment I saw you in the bar," he said breathlessly. "You looked so good in those jeans and the way that you looked at me in the bar, I knew right away that you were down to fuck."

"It's your ass, Daddy," Hannah confessed. "I wanted you too. My ass is all yours. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck meee"

He gripped her soft wide hips and thrust faster. The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together and my wife's groans and moans created a sexual symphony that lasted for several long minutes.

"I'm gonna cum in your asshole Hannah." He said, emphasizing her name. He pressed his mouth against her shoulder and bit down hard, marking her body as his own. Then he grunted like a wild animal as he unleashed a torrent of hot cum into her bowels. He continued to thrust until his cock started to soften. Then he rolled off of her and pulled her into his powerful arms.

They kissed tenderly and whispered something that I couldn't decipher. For several minutes , they laid there, on top of the covers kissing and basking in the afterglow of good sex and new experiences. Their bodies were both damp with sweat and as they cooled Andre suggested they take a shower.

My mind was reeling once they disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn't believe he had just fucked my wife in the ass. I'd tried to get her to do that for years but she'd always insisted that she had no interest in anal. She had insisted that it was a turn off for her, but in just their second time together he'd gotten her to do what I couldn't.  Despite my concerns and angst, I could not deny that watching them was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Her submission was eye opening in its totality. Their chemistry was incredible and her body fit his like a glove.

I could hear the water running and I could hear their voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Curious, I crept across the room and peeked inside.  Hannah was in his arms as the water cascaded over them and they were kissing passionately. Seeing them kiss like that was hot and the fact that it was such an intimate thing to do made it that much hotter. Her right hand was stroking his soapy black dick and his hand was buried between her legs, working her clit like a maestro. Her strokes became erratic and his dick slipped from her hand. She grabbed at his arm to steady herself and climaxed from his talented fingers.

When her climax subsided Hannah sank to her knees and began sucking his hard cock. She sank lower and started working on his balls while she jerked his dick.  The cascading water made it difficult for her to continue and after a short while they got out of the shower and toweled each other dry.

I quickly scurried back to my seat and then watched them emerge from the bathroom.  Andre climbed onto the bed and Hannah straddled his waist. She reached back and guided him inside her as she sat down, taking him to the root. She looked down at him, smiled, and then bent down and kissed him deeply for several long moments until she sat back and started to ride him.

Her body moved sensuously, grinding her pelvis against him. His cock was balls deep and it looked like she was dancing slowly to unheard music. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. Her hand reached back and she caressed his balls as she built to a crescendo. She moved faster and started to bounce slowly. A euphoric expression danced on her lips and her breathing quickened.  She yelped and squealed faster and faster until her body erupted and she cried out in ecstasy.

When she finished cumming Andre rolled her off and told her what he wanted. She eagerly complied and knelt between his legs. She grabbed his dick and eagerly took it into her mouth, tasting her juices on his flesh and moaning her approval.  Her head bobbed and she sucked harder and faster, trying to coax another nut from his balls. That continued for several minutes before she slid lower and started sucking his balls while he jerked his dick.

"Lower Baby Girl, you know what Daddy wants," he said deep and low.  He spread his legs wide and my wife pressed her lips and tongue to his asshole.

My jaw dropped. Hannah had steadfastly refused to go near my asshole with her mouth, though she had no problem with me licking hers. She occasionally used her fingers around my nether regions but putting her mouth there had always been a hard, emphatic "NO."

"That's it," he moaned as my wife licked his asshole. "Put your tongue in Daddy's black asshole. Show your husband what a good little slut you are for Daddy. Fuck, pushed it deep Baby Girl."

He stopped stroking his dick and spread his ass cheeks apart. His gasps and moans mixed with the loud slurps and coos from my wife made my head spin. Several excruciating minutes later Andre laid Hannah on her back and entered her. A loud queef of air was expelled from her soaking wet cunt and then he lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and started to fuck her hard and fast. She cried out loudly and moaned uncontrollably as he pounded her like a jackhammer for several minutes. It sounded like she was cumming continuously and she begged him not to stop over and over.

"Your cock feels so good," she cooed.

He let her legs slip to the side and smiled. "I'm close, Baby Girl," Andre warned and Hannah grinned.

"Cum for me Daddy," Hannah groaned.

"Where do you want it?"

"Breed me Daddy. Cum in my pussy. I want it all. Yes, I need it, Daddy. I need your cum. Plant a baby in me."

Her pleas rattled me to my core. I was stunned but I couldn't look away. She looked so sexy and beautiful. Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were glowing.

Andre nodded. He pushed deep and let out a guttural growl. He sounded like an angry bear as he emptied his balls in my wife's fertile pussy. Then he collapsed beside her and kissed her neck as he caught his breath. I heard him whispering something to her but I knew not what.

"I will Daddy, I will," Hannah sighed contently as she lightly scratched his back with one hand and cradled his head with her other arm.

They laid there in silence for what felt like an eternity, but was realistically five or so minutes. My dick had deflated but I was acutely aware of the large wet spot on my pants from the steady flow of precum from my dick while they were fucking. I was eager for him to leave so I could reclaim my wife, but I understood my station.

"Can you stay for more?" Hannah asked him as she traced her fingers in small circles over his chest.

"I wish I could Baby Girl, but I have to go home and let Thor out," he replied, speaking of his dog. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow's night. Just the two of us."

"Really?"

"Yes. Of course. You're okay with that right? We will go out on a date, just you and me."

"I'd like that, Daddy. I really would, but what about Jeremy?"

"We'll take video for him, but its our last night together and I want to make it special."

After Andre left Hannah beckoned me to join her. I stripped naked, intent on reclaiming my wife but she rebuffed my request for sex, again telling me that she was too sore. She guided me onto my back, leaned across my body, and wrapped her lips around my painfully hard dick.  She worked me into a frenzy but backed off when she sensed that I was getting close to the point of no return.

Hannah stroked my dick and looked into my eyes with an impish smile. "Did you enjoy the show Baby?"

"Very much. I love you Hannah," I replied, showing my insecurities.

"I love you too Jeremy. Thank you for letting me explore this side of me. Andre tapped into something. I feel alive and sexy for the first time in forever."

"Speaking of Andre, what's this about a date tomorrow, just the two of you?"

"Is that okay, I promise to send pictures and video the whole thing. It'll be fun. We can watch it together and you can reclaim me when I get home."

Hannah took my dick into her mouth. She opened her throat, taking me to the hilt, and her nose pressed against my pelvis. The ease with which she deep throated me was shocking and she used her fingertips to tease my asshole. She swung her leg over my body, stradding my face and then she lowered her soiled cunt to my lips, forcing me to smell her cum filled hole.

I instinctively recoiled, but her hips undulated smearing his cream onto my lips and in a moment of weakness I obediently started to lick her hard clit while she slurped noisily on my dick.  Her fingers penetrated my asshole and she moved them sensuously in and out of my puckered sphincter. Her head bobbed and I felt my climax building in my loins. I grabbed her ass cheeks and buried my face in her sloppy wet sex. I sucked on the hood of her clit and flicked my tongue over it faster and faster until we climaxed together in a writhing pile of sweaty flesh.

In the aftermath of our simultaneous orgasm I begrudgingly agreed to let her go out on a solo date with Andre, but on two conditions. She agreed that she would text me updates throughout their date and she promised to video tape every minute of them having sex. She also promised not to say no when I asked for sex regardless how sore she was.

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