She's on birth control, so I wasn't really worried about her getting pregnant. She had always used a condom before though, for safety. So, this was the first time I'd ever seen another man's cum actually in her..

I keep trying to come up with the words, but nothing I can think of comes close to capturing the emotions or doing them justice. It's a far different mix of physical and emotional sensations than I've ever felt before. I've seen a few other guys have orgasms with her, but this was different by far. In fact, even though I have to work at remembering some of the other details, that's not the case for this. I can "feel" it all even now when I conjure up the memories and look at the photos. Best I can say is that, for me, there were gradually-intensifying feelings involved with the seconds leading up to his orgasm, when it was clear that he was no longer trying to hold back (which he'd done for a long time) and was actually getting ready to cum in her, and it was obvious that she wanted it and would accept it.

The emotions got even more extreme when I first saw him tensing up and his face starting to grimace. And then there's the truly gut-wrenching emotions when I heard him groan loudly, saw his ass muscles tightening and releasing, pushing his cock as deep as it go, grunting with each push, and knowing that with each thrust, he was shooting a jet of cum into my wife's body. To all that, add the emotions associated with seeing your wife respond to his cumming by, in our case, her arching her ass up to meet his cock (he was in her from behind), reaching back with her hands to pull his hips into hers, and showing a look of satisfaction or something on her face when she knew he was finally having his orgasm. In some ways I guess, just as it was a slow build toward a peak and then the intensity of the orgasm for him, there was a build-up and mental and physical climax for me. As I recapture those feelings, I can sense that again, and there really is a kind of "orgasm" aspect to it. Mentally, I was focused entirely on the scene in front of me. Again, just as when your own orgasm builds, you're shut off from everything else around you except your body and hers, there was a similar feeling for me. Rather than feeling detached or like I was simply observing two people, there really was a sensation of being physically and emotionally part of what I was watching. Physically, for me, there was something that's almost an ache, a tensed, hollow feeling in the chest and stomach. It feels hard to swallow and breaths are short and shallow. Those feelings get stronger and stronger, and then there's my own climax of physical sensations and emotions that coincide with his orgasm.

With Kathy and Dontrell, there was an added flavoring to the emotions that, I think, was due to the fact that this hadn't been a gentle, romantic love-making session. He really seemed intent on dominating both her and me - making it clear that she was coming to him for sex, and she'd get it on his terms. He made no effort at the usual niceties - candles, music, dressing well, or even bothering to clean up the place we went to. If Kathy wanted sex, it apparently was going to be pure, raw sex without any pretense of friendliness.

All the foreplay was one-sided with her working on him, and he fucked her hard and long, to the point that she was virtually like a rag doll when he finally came. So, seeing her taken in that way and seeing her accepting him screwing her like an animal (in the sense of there being no soft caresses, gentle kisses and the like, but just her sucking and him fucking her), and seeing her clearly loving it, and realizing that I had brought her to this point and that I was a true "third wheel", added another complex mix and layer of emotions that further intensified the event of his cumming in her.

Writing this is bringing so many of the emotions back to the surface that it's hard to not want to try to describe them. So, I might as well add one last thing. You need to realize that this was the first time in over 20 years that she had another man's cum in her. During our relatively limited amount of swinging (and always with average-looking, average-cock, non-threatening white men), other guys had had orgasms with her, and I'd seen that and it had been intense for me, but they had always had a condom on. I guess condoms served as a sort of "mental protection" for me as well as physical protection for her since I could rationalize that the other men hadn't actually cum "in" her, and there was the condom latex between their cocks and her pussy. Well, this time, I knew that when he was having his orgasm, there was no protection, physical or mental - this black guy had his cock in my wife's body deeper than mine ever was and he was shooting his hot, thick semen directly into her. And that's a hugely intense difference, for me at least. There was no more, "but I'm still the only one who she's letting actually cum in her." And later, when we got home, I could smell his scent on her, and smell and feel the cum in her pussy, and when I entered her, she felt stretched and dripping wet, and I knew another guy had just been there. It's a different feeling when you finally realize that everything your wife has physically given to you, she has now given to another man. All I can say is that the intensity of the emotions I felt then were immense, and still hit me nearly as hard now.

Bareback sex of course comes with added risk though. Be careful. Even though I have to admit that I want to repeat these emotions, and even though Kathy and I might be willing to accept some risk, we need to be very conscious of that and to be as careful as we can.

It's going to take me a lot of thought to be able to accurately describe how all this has affected the two of us. I don't have the time right now to do this question full justice, but it's been a long growing and learning process for me, beginning with when we first started swinging. That's worth a story in itself - even though this episode with Dontrell was super intense, seeing her have sex for the first time with someone other than me, after trying to make that happen for so long, was just as intense, but in different ways. Short answer is that dealing with it all, and maybe most deeply so in the case of the events I'm showing/describing here, has forced me to address feelings of insecurity, jealousy, hurt, and other demons in my own personality, and doing so has helped bring the two of us closer together, even though the general public/uninitiated would automatically assume that seeing her as these photos show her would drive us apart. A lot of it amounts to accepting the fact that my wife is very sexual, deserves the pleasure that brings, and it would be doing her a disservice to deny her those pleasures because I'm not able to deal with my own issues. Especially since I'm the one that convinced her to make the leap from prim and proper mom into what you see here. In fact, when she had sex with the first guy, things switched 180 degrees between our drive to that couple's house (when she had an "ok, let's get it over with" attitude) and on the drive back after we'd finished (and it was like, "Maybe we should look into some of those clubs you mentioned..!"). So, that quickly, she'd decided sex with others was fine, and it was me who was having serious second thoughts - on that drive home and later. In a lot of ways, I'm proud of her, which sounds very strange to say, but it's gratifying to me to see her turn guys on and to see her sexuality freed. It's a real shame that this type of sexuality is locked up and hidden away in many, maybe most, women, but society forbids then to explore that side of themselves. And I think that's mainly the case because men (husbands, etc.) can't deal with it.... I'm finding that I can still savor the "cuckold" feeling, but in what for me, and for our relationship, in a positive way.

The closeup of his balls up against her and their faces close together give you an idea of kind of how I was viewing them - watching them from the side of the bed, and sometimes getting very close. Each perspective produced it's own mix of emotions. Pure, raw sex, the sounds and scents when close; more of a churning feeling inside when I'd stand back and could see her legs, his hands on her, their facial expressions, and how they were moving. The close up of her looking down at him maybe gets across some of the feelings I'd get when I'd see their faces pressed together and his lips on hers.

The other ones were taken maybe 10 minutes or so after he first entered her. She'd been on top for awhile and was clearly fully into it now, in a position that she likes - on top and able to move at her own pace. I loved seeing his hands on her tits, when he'd squeeze them, and suck and pull on her nipples hard. The last photo in this sequence though, took place when he went back to being somewhat rough with her. He'd pulled her down tightly on top of him, then taken both her hands and held them in his grip behind her back, not allowing her to hold her weight up or move as she wanted, so that all she could do was lie against his chest, with him kissing her or her face buried in his neck. Seeing their bodies pressed so tightly together, with her breasts sqeezed against him, was very erotic for me. It surprised me that, rather than him taking control of her like this seeming to bother her, if anything it ratcheted up her passion even further. She's a strong-minded, "Type-A" type person, so her being held powerless like this was such a change.

I don't know if it's apparent in any of these photos, but it was a hot day, and the hard, physical nature of how he was fucking her was causing her to work up a sheen of perspiration on her face and body. Seeing him causing her to work up a sweat was another real turn on for me.

I also have to admit it's erotic to know you're enjoying seeing these pix of my wife. If you find her attractive, let me know. That's another element of cuckolding and swinging that's maybe underrated, particularly after being married a long time, etc. - we take each other for granted, but when she's with a new guy, then I can see her in fresh ways through his eyes.

Yes, I think that's a very important aspect of it. Certainly is for my wife. For husbands, as I think I said earlier, it forces you to take a new look at your wife through the eyes of the guys having sex with her. Seeing a guy's cock get hard while kissing her or even before they get started reaffirms her desirability to me as well.

Here are a few more in this same sequence. In the first one, she's moved into her favorite position for an orgasm. I know the look when she's set her mind to having one, so I knew she'd be cumming soon. (Actually, it took her quite a while before she was able to have an orgasm with someone other than me, and she was pretty frusrated by that, but persistence paid off for her...).

With her on top, I got a good, long look of his cock gliding in and out of her, pulling the lips of her pussy back as she rocked forward, then seeing her take it all the way in, with his balls right up against her. If you've seen your wife in this position with someone else, or even seen that view of her in a mirror when you're having sex with her, you know that it's an intense sight. The combination of it being a black man's cock, and how large it was really heightened that mix of thrill, butterflies, anxiety, and 50 more emotions that are so much a part of this. (This feeling is so unique that it deserves a name, but I can't come up with one). This combination of ache and excitement was really intensified, though, by seeing and knowing that his cock was bare, and instead of seeing someone's cock slide in and out of her, covered in a condom, I now saw Dontrell's bare shaft, it's ridges and veins standing out, shining with her wetness as it slid out and in. His cock was long enough that she could rock far forward without it coming out, so I could watch inch after inch of it come out of her, and then watch her take the full length as she rocked her hips back and he thrust upward. She told me later that being able to feel him moving so far within in her was different than she'd ever felt before, and instead of feeling his cock just in her vagina, she said that when he was all the way in, and particular when he was on top later on and holding her legs forward, it felt like he was filling her entire body. His full penetration hurt her at first, but she said that it moved past being painful into something that like a deep, spreading, filling sensation. Knowing that this is a feeling that he could give her but I can't was and is kind of hard to deal with, but it's simply a fact, and now that she's felt that, I'm sure she'll want to experience it again. I can't help but wonder if she's missing those sensations when we're having sex. She says not, but she's given up on the usual line that "size doesn't matter."

By the way, someone had asked me whether Kathy and I talked about this meeting with Dontrell afterward. In fact, Kathy seemed to want to talk about it over and over; on the ride home, when we had sex that night, and even now, to the point where I started feeling some worrisome twinges of jealousy. Instead of her feeling humiliated or threatened by how expectant he was that she'd be his toy, basically, or being upset by being handled roughly and fucked hard, she was excited by it all, and we had great sex for months (and still do) when we'd start taking it over in bed. I can get her hot instantly by telling her how good it looked to see his hands on her, her sucking his black cock and fucking him.

Dontrell looked like he was enjoying having his hands full, and as she began arching her back as she came, he squeezed and pulled on her nipples, being a lot rougher than I ever was. Seeing and hearing your wife have an orgasm with another man leaves no doubt that your just a spectator and that she's fully his while they're together.

After she came, Kathy was pretty well spent and probably woudn't have minded stopping then. When Dontrell rolled her over on her back, I thought that he was going to finish with his own orgasm. Instead, now that Kathy had had her orgasm, he was just getting started with sex the way he wanted it. He began pumping into her hard, and I moved around to the other side of the bed to get a different view. I coudn't help myself from climbing onto the bed so that I could get a close look at his big balls slapping against my wife's pussy. He'd raise his hips off her and then thrust down hard, their bodies making loud and almost obscene wet, flesh-against-flesh noises in time with his thrusts into her. She pulled her knees back and wrapped her legs as best she could around his thick hips, and grunted and moaned each time he landed his heavy weight onto her body.