Isabella Agrees to a Threesome

My wife Isabella and I have been married for 20 years and have two children that are in their 20s. We met at ages 26 and 24 and got married a couple years later. My wife is an attractive woman, despite having had two children, and was a stunner when she was young. About 5'6'' tall, long dark hair, a slim body with 32B/C breasts, she always attracted attention. Added to her physical assets, she was a highly sexually charged young woman, although that has diminshed post children and menopause. Now that she is 47, her body has become a MILF body, with a tummy that hasn't gone down fully post her two pregnancies. Her breasts have regained much of their original attractive shape after the years of breastfeeding had taken their toll.

She has a strong fiery character, which has mellowed over the years, but she retains her old fire. She had been quite a party girl before we met and had a string of 6 or 7 boyfriends that she dated from the last year of school, through her two university degrees, up until the year we met. Although she has always been faithful, she is an engaging woman and sometimes is a bit naïve with the male attention she receives. She has always enjoyed having male friends, and at the start of our relationship, I was fairly jealous. I could see she would attract attention and laugh and chat with different guys, even though she never harboured any designs to be unfaithful. She still gets lots of admiring glances from men, predominantly older men, who are not afraid to compliment her or make sexual jokes around her, which she seems fine with.

After we got married and had our two children, our sex life declined and we would have sex perhaps 3 or 4 times a year, as we looked after our children and were dedicated parents. We didn't sleep in the same marital bed for over 10 years, and we drifted apart physically. We were never really that adventurous in bed when we first got together, engaging in some oral sex but mostly normal sex. We didn't talk much during sex, and I didn't enjoy many of the rawer sides of sex. I would get up to shower immediately after and didn't often go down on her. She would suck my cock often but not for long and never swallow. Although we had anal sex once after a drunken argument, I always fantasised about it but we never did again, and she never offered to.

About 18 months ago, I had a sexual awakening when I was 47 and began to want sex with my wife regularly. Although surprised and less sexually active, she participated fully and we started having regular sex, as much as when we were young, eg 3 or 4 times a week. I finally brought up anal sex a few months after this phase started and she acquiesced, despite my large cock. Since then, I have taken her there about 10 times.

We also started talking dirty to each other, and she surprised me once when I said I wanted to say something dirty to her. She suggested, "ride me, you dirty bitch." I liked that and over the coming weeks, we engaged in role play and the usual dirty talk of calling her a slut or her pretending to be a naughty maid, etc.

Isabella had had a threesome with a girl friend of hers and a guy her friend knew a year or so before she met me. She said she didn't have sex with the guy but had been naked in a bed with him and her friend, before the guy fucked her friend. Isabella then went home with her friend, who went down on her.

During some of our role plays, we would pretend she was a girl who wanted to hook up with man randomly and have sex with them. During the role play, she and I would mention things like hooking up with guys (Isabella has never had a one-night stand) and fucking black men (she has only ever dated white guys). She played along with it and often would say or respond with filthy ideas and terms. Threesomes with women was always fair game and she enjoyed pretending that she was involved with another woman as I fucked her. However, whenever I mentioned another guy being involved in a threesome, she immediately shut down and said that she didn't want to think about.

Our sex life remained active but, after a while, I began to want to explore more exotic things. We had never had sex outside, even though she had had sex with a boyfriend at a polo event during the summer holidays after her second year of university. She also engaged in some sexual act with a boyfriend while travelling around Asia. And yet, she never agreed to my recent advances outside.

One night, during a particularly active sex session, I asked her, "What about a threesome wife?" as I drove deep inside her warm pussy.

"Fine by me, let's do it," she responded, gasping and nearing her orgasm.

"With another girl or guy?" I asked, knowing her response but asking just the same.

"You know I don't want another guy," she replied but seemed to leave the door slightly ajar.

Noting down a hint of hope, we continued having sex, and both of us soon came. We lay together in post-coital relaxation, my mind thinking about the possibility of a threesome.

Two weeks later, as we were at home and I was getting horny, I asked her if she wanted to talk about the subject that had come up a few days back. She immediately knew what I was referring to and said, "ok, let's talk."

We sat down at the dinner table with a glass of wine.

"You have mentioned this a few times now," she said. "Shall we look for a suitable escort girl for a night in London?"

"Sure, that would be sexy," I said, my cock stiffening at the thought. "Or a male escort?" I asked, looking at her.

She looked away and didn't answer for a while. "Why would you want to see me with another man?" she finally asked.

"It isn't to see you with another man, but the thought is sexy. And we could have some guidelines or rules, like I am the only one allowed to fuck you." I replied as she looked at me.

"I don't think I could do it," she said quietly.

"How is it different to a threesome with another woman?" I asked her.

"It just is," she said, somewhat perplexed. "I don't feel comfortable with another man seeing me naked"

"I thought women were bitchier than men. Surely a young hot female escort seeing you naked would be much more humiliating. Another man seeing you naked would be turned on by your body, I can guarantee that." I could see she enjoyed the compliment.

"I don't know, but a threesome with another man," she said, ending the conversation.

A few months went by and we started having sex less often and some of our old arguments and stress returned to our relationship. The sexual awakening had brought us much closer together and we were incredibly romantic, especially me with her. But as we reached nearly 2 years of regular sex, things began to go stale. Isabella is incredibly empathic and romantic and she could sense what was happening. We would find ourselves arguing again and not cuddling like we had for the past 2 years.

"Sebastian, we should talk about the threesome," she said to me one afternoon, after we had spent the day being grumpy with each other.

I turned to her and asked, "what about it?"

"Sit and let's discuss it, I think we need to," she said, taking a deep breath.

"Well I proposed it, but it never went anywhere," I replied, knowing I didn't want to force her into anything.

"Yes, I know," she replied. "I didn't want to entertain it, but maybe it is time," she said, even if I could feel her hesitation.

"I don't think it will be that big of a deal," I replied, not wishing to belittle her, but to reassure her.

"I don't agree but I think it is time. We have been growing apart and this might bring us back together," she said, somewhat sadly.

"With a woman or man?" I asked after a few moments.

"I know what you want and I know what I want. A woman, please," she said but I knew what she meant. She meant that she was leaving it up to me.

Two weeks later, on a Saturday evening at 8pm, Isabella and I were in a five star hotel in London, waiting for an escort to arrive. I had told her the date and where we were staying but not much else. She had asked me what to wear and I had told her a short black dress, nothing too outrageous. She had then decided to wear something more risqué underneath: a black half cut bra, that showed her nipples and propped up her tits and a black thong. She had spent two hours doing her makeup and hair, like when she was young, and when she stepped out of the room to go to an early dinner, she looked stunning.

"Wow," was all I could say, wanting to take her back into the hotel room and fuck her there and then.

As we sat at dinner an hour earlier in the hotel, she told me how she felt.

"I can't wait to get back into the room, I do feel sexy tonight," she said, squeezing my hand after I had showered her with compliments. She had noticed some of the male patrons admiring her as she walked into the restaurant and when she visited the ladies' room. She looked elegant and sexy, how a 47-year-old woman would dream of looking. I wondered how many of the patrons of the expensive hotel restaurant realised she was about to engage in a threesome with her husband and an escort.

At 8:15pm, I received a text from the escort, saying they were nearly there.

"Time to go upstairs," I told Isabella as we went to the lift. We got to our large room and sat on some chairs as we waited.

"We are not to use our real names. You are Sarah and I am James," I told her. "I really don't want them to know what who we are," I made clear. "You never know, but if they know our real names, it could get tricky," I advised her.

"You haven't told me what she looks like," Isabella said suddenly, feeling a premonition of anticipation but some apprehension as well.

"They should be here any moment," I replied. "I will go fetch them downstairs and bring them up," I said as I got up and left the room.

I walked to the lift and headed to the lobby. I came out of the lift and immediately saw the escort. He was a short, young black man, quite handsome but exuding arrogance. He looked around like he owned the place.

I went up to him and said, "Hello, I believe you are here to meet me."

"Ah sure, but it isn't only you and me? I don't' do men," he said, puzzled for a moment.

"No, my wife is upstairs," I said quietly. "Let's go," I said as I turned around and headed to the lift, instantly regretting my choice of escort.

We stood in the lift together silently. As we reached our floor, he turned to me.

"Payment in advance," he said. I reached into my wallet and pulled out £500 in cash.

"Here you go," I said stiffly, not enjoying the interaction and wondering if I should just cancel. As we started walking to our room, he asked for our names. "My name is James and my wife is Sarah," I lied to him.

"My name is Josh," he replied, his cocky look making me regret this even more.

I opened the door and saw Isabella jump in surprise, given how nervous she was. However, as soon as she saw Josh, her face turned to pure shock.

"What the??" she said, not able to hold herself back.

Josh came into the room and immediately looked Isabella up and down, as she stood there, looking indignant.

"Well hello there fancy lady," he said, smiling at her, relishing the fact that he would soon be enjoying my wife. I had only told him that it was to be a threesome, and he assumed I would be involved.

"In the bathroom, now!" Isabella said to me, not looking at Josh, her face livid.

We walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

"What the actual fuck?" she said to me, not quietly.

"You said a threesome," I replied, without much conviction.

"I am not sleeping with another man and certainly not a black man," she said, a little too loudly.

"I have already paid him his fee," I said. "Shall we ask him to leave?" I asked her.

"Yes of course, you fool," she replied but sounded less convinced.

"I thought we were going to try something new," I replied, taking her hand in mine. Immediately she softened somewhat, remembering the time the recent romantic period and wanting to make it return. Perhaps all she needed to do was get this threesome over with, with the minimum of interaction with this young black man, and the good times would return, she told herself.

She looked so beautiful and sexy, standing there in her sexy short black dress, her stilettos, her hair and makeup done perfectly. I was desperate to tell Josh to take his money and leave and then enjoy my wife for hours.

"What conditions can we set out?" she asked me, almost desperately.

Before I could answer, the bathroom door opened and Josh stood in the doorway.

"Sebastian let me handle this," he said boldly. Isabella and I both gasped as we heard him use my real name. "You head on down to the lobby while Isabella and I get to know each other," he said, as if he was the one making the rules.

Again, we both gasped as he used both of our real names. We had no idea how he had learned our real names. This detail really knocked the confidence out of both of us, but particularly Isabella. I could feel her anger leaving her and a resigned look seemed to replace it.

"What do you have in mind Josh?" I asked him, eager to understand what he thought he was going to do.

"We will have a nice chat and then see how things go, right Isabella?" he stared at her as he talked about her, as she struggled to take in the fast-changing dynamic.

"What is wrong with me?" Isabella thought to herself. "I should tell him to fuck off and leave but I just want to get this evening over with," she thought to herself, shaking her head, reluctant to meet his gaze.

Josh walked over to my wife and took her hand. As he held her hand he turned to me and said, "Sebastian, head downstairs now, Isabella and I need to chat over things". Having repeated his instructions to me, holding Isabella firmly by the hand, he turned around and led her out of the bathroom. I watched, amazed as my wife, with her fiery character, was led away by this black man, who couldn't be more than 25 years old. I followed them out of the bathroom into the main room.

Little did she know, and how could she, but Josh's touch would have a notable impact on her that evening. Every time his hands, lips, tongue or cock would touch her bare skin, her antipathy towards him would fall away, her arousal would grow and she would find the shame, humiliation and the betrayal of her vows guiltily exciting her.

I looked at the two of them as I entered the room, Isabella standing next to Josh, her hand clutched firmly in his. She was looking at me, and I was ready to tell Josh to leave, if she would just say she wanted to go home. I waited and waited for 2 long minutes and she said nothing, her eyes looking confused and concerned. She couldn't understand the feelings that were starting to flow through her body and mind. She felt scared for sure, but also excited, like she had felt as a young 17-year-old girl with her first boyfriend.

"Go now Sebastian, I am on the clock, and we have wasted 10 minutes already. I will leave in 50 minutes," he said, as he led Isabella to the bed and told her to sit down on the edge. I watched in amazement, as she sat down on the edge of the bed and he proceeded to place one hand on her shoulder, touching the skin where the dress ended between her neck and shoulder.

I looked at her and asked her directly.

"What do you want me to do? Do you want to end this now? Or do you want me to stay and watch? Or do you want to stay alone here with Josh?" I was hoping she would choose the first option, and we could end this here and now. Worse case, she would choose the second and I would watch and potentially intervene if Josh tried to take advantage of her.

But Josh took over again.

"You want to get to know me better without your husband watching over you, don't you Isabella?" he said. As I waited for her response, I noticed his hand was sliding lower down the front of her chest.

Isabella took her time, staring at the floor. She could feel Josh's hand moving lower over her dress from her shoulder and approaching her left breast. Although he wasn't touching her skin directly, his hand on her calmed the thoughts in her head telling her to jump up and run away. Surprising both of us, she finally responded.

"Husband, please go downstairs and wait for us to finish our... chat," she said quietly. Isabella had spent the past couple minutes realising that had to see "this" through. She was hoping "this" wouldn't be too compromising, but she didn't want me to witness it if she was unable to resist his advances.

I turned and headed to the door and closed it behind me. As the door clicked close, I heard my wife let out a small whimper. I walked to the lift and pushed the button to the lobby.

In the room, Josh looked down at Isabella, gauging her. She was looking at the floor, unsure of his next move, given he had taken control. His hand was resting on her breast now, gently flexing on her left breast. She sighed as she let him have a quick feel through her dress, and she could feel her nipple tightening, especially as they weren't covered by the bra she had chosen. After all, this wouldn't be the first man in her life that had copped a feel of her body.

Josh sat next to Isabella on the large bed and looked at her. He could see she was hating herself for being there but had told her husband to leave and was trying to build the courage to tell him to leave. For some reason, her fight kept fleeing from inside her.

"We have 50 minutes and we have lots to do, don't we?" he said to her, and then waited for her response.

She didn't know what to say. He lifted her head with one hand so that her eyes met his and asked her again, "don't we?" His hand on her cheek and chin had a further subtle impact on her. As she looked into his dark eyes, seeing his confidence and arrogance with a married woman he had just met that was more than 20 years older than him, her submissive side come to the fore.

"I don't know, what do you want?" she replied, hating this young cocky man but unable to take control of the situation or leave the room.

"I have a few things planned, don't worry. Don't worry, as you have just seen, I am in charge and will tell you what to do." Isabella was pretty sure this wasn't good news for her.

"But first a couple questions, even though I think I know the answers. No lies please, Isabella," Josh went on, somewhat ominously. Isabella flinched again at the use of her name.

"I assume you haven't done this before? Been with a male escort or cheated on your husband?" he asked, sure of the response.

"No I haven't," she responded, finding a bit of courage as his hand had left her face and there was no direct contact between them.

"Good, I like to be the first. And I assume you have never been experienced a black cock?" he said, and she flinched again at the crude question. He had clearly heard her comment that she had made in the bathroom.

"No, never," she said, immediately losing some of her newfound courage as his words confirmed the possibility of where this evening could lead.

"Good, then let's start. Tonight, there will be two rules, Isabella. Firstly, you do what I say when I ask you. If you don't, then this will happen," Josh reached up behind her back and grabbed a handful of her dark brown hair and gripped it tightly.

"If you don't do what I ask, I will grab your hair and guide you so that you do," he said, holding her hair. It wasn't painful but it showed who was in charge and Isabella found herself nodding. What Josh didn't know was that Isabella enjoyed being controlled during sex and having her hair pulled. This caused her to become more aroused and submissive in bed during normal sex, let alone when Josh was doing it so effectively and effortlessly.

"The second rule is that you will call me Sir or Master, every time I ask you a question or you answer me. Is that clear?" he asked as he clutched her hair.

Isabella took a deep breath, trying to figure out how she had ended up sitting on the edge of a bed, a 47-year-old mother of two grown up children, with a male escort clutching her hair, and telling her she needed to call him Sir or Master. She had agreed to a threesome with a young female escort. Here she was, about to be fondled or worse, by a black man!

"Is that clear?" Josh repeated and this time he pulled her hair, causing head to be pulled back somewhat. It wasn't a sharp pain, but the message and intent were clear. It also had the added bonus, as far as Josh was concerned, of turning Isabella on, despite her mind shouting no. Josh keenly observed the dynamic and thought he was gaining control of the MILF.

"Yes... yes," she replied.

"Maybe I wasn't clear but that's not the correct way to speak to me," he grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her cheeks. "Try again," he scolded her. Normally, this would have been the point when Isabella slapped him, called him a bastard and stormed off.

"Sir," was all she managed to say, despite her mouth being held.

"I gave you the choice, but you took too long. Now I decide. Tonight you will call me Master, and should your husband return to the room before we are done, you are to continue calling me Master and to ignore him, not look at him, and pretend he doesn't exist until I finish with you. Is that clear?"

Josh didn't wait for more hesitation and increased the pressure on her jaw and hair, so she replied quickly. "Yes Master," she said, hating the words coming out of her mouth. However, my wife didn't enjoy, especially in the bedroom.

He smiled as he looked into her eyes, seeing further signs of submission to his plans for her. "Good girl," he commented to her, as if she were a shy 17-year-old virgin. He released her jaw and her hair as he sat next to her on the bed.

"Now stand in front of me," he said and Isabella slowly rose to her feet and stood before him.

"Let's see what's under that black dress," Josh said. As she heard his words, Isabella's tummy felt as if it were full of butterflies. At the same time, a warm dull glow fired up in her pussy.

"How is this possible?" she asked herself in her head as she noticed her pussy reacting to her humiliation. His words made it clear that she was going to allow this punk to see and play with her body.

"Did you hear me?" Josh said, his hand rising, but Isabella immediately responded, "Yes Master," and her hands went to her back. She was relieved she had remembered to use his title.

She felt like she was having an out of body experience as she imagined the scene. The still sexy MILF standing in front of the cocky black boy, who was now directing her and she was obeying. Finding the clasp and the short zipper, she pulled it lower down her back. Once the zipper was released, she knew all she had to do was lift the dress off her shoulders and she would be standing in front of this black punk in nothing but a half-cut bra and a thong.

"I can't do this," she whispered without conviction, but the time for refusing was receding quickly. Josh decided to stand to avoid further hesitation and gently lifted the sides of the dress off her shoulders. Although it felt like it was slow motion, the dress slipped quickly to the floor in a small black heap. Josh sat back down on the bed to admire the view.

"That's one sexy body Isabella," Josh said, wanting to compliment her to help her get over her hesitation. Isabella felt a strange sort of pride in the compliment, even as she looked down at her post pregnancy belly that had never gone back to its flat state. Her nipples were peeping over her bra, and they were hard. Josh, the professional escort, immediately noticed them and their aroused state.

"Your nipples are hard," he said, stating the obvious, and reached out to tug on a hard nipple, causing a jolt of sexual desire to shoot from Isabella's nipple to her brain. "Now turn around and let me see that sexy ass," he ordered. "Black men love asses," he told her.

Isabella wanted to resist, to hang her head in shame at the command, and not show him her ass on demand, especially given her skimpy thong. But his hand was still on her taut nipple, and she found herself slowly turning and saying, "Yes Master". As she turned away from him, Josh let go of her nipple and saw she was wearing a black thong. Her mature MILF ass was lily white, like the rest of her soft skin.

Putting his hand on her practically naked hip, Josh stopped her and held her in place. There was a mirror on the opposite side of the luxury hotel room, and she stared at the sight of herself. She could see her nipples poking out over her half-cut bra, and her tiny panties covering her small patch of pubic hair. Behind her, she could feel Josh holding both hips in place as he admired the view.

"Fuck why do his hands feel so good on my hips," she asked herself, genuinely puzzled by the feelings his hands were eliciting. As she thought these confusing thoughts, she felt one of his black hands move up her back and slowly push, so that she was forced to bend over. She tried not to think of the view that he was seeing, her MILF ass barely covered by her thong, with her pussy underneath, barely concealed.

"Damn that's a big, sexy MILF ass," Josh laughed and Isabella burned in shame. She had always been thin in her youth and having some more meat on the bones was not something she welcomed now, even though many would have thought it made her look more womanly.

"Bend over a bit more for me," Josh told her and took his hands off her back, to see if she would comply without his pushing.

"Yes Master," Isabella found herself saying after a few seconds and bent over further, her regular yoga ensuring she was flexible and could hold the position. She tried to ignore thinking of the sight greeting Josh: glimpses of her crack and her pussy, as the string of her thong barely covered any of her remaining modesty.

Josh brought his hands up and slowly rubbed her ass cheeks for a minute but left her thong in place, delaying the moment of the full unveiling of her remaining modesty.

"Lovely ass," he said "but it is a bit too white. I know it will get some black cock soon but I need to add a bit of colour to these sexy white cheeks in the meantime," he said.

Isabella was too alarmed by the thought of a black cock near or in her ass to fully understand what happened next. Spinning her partially around, Josh half tripped, half folded her body onto his lap. It was skilfully done and she didn't hurt herself when she basically fell onto his lap.

Isabella found herself with her ass pointing in the air, her abdomen and torso across Josh's lap, her half naked tits dangling in the air. He had bent her over his lap and she thought to herself, "surely he isn't' going to do that?" The situation was almost comical!

A firm smack to one of her ass cheeks confirmed her suspicions as Josh's hand left a red mark on the cheek. Isabella gasped in shock.

"Time to colour these cheeks," Josh told her and proceeded to administer another smack to the other cheek.

Another two came down, one on each cheek, as her ass cheeks started to turn pink. After the four slaps, Josh asked her, "Have you been a bad girl, Isabella?" obviously expecting her to tell him to stop.

Funnily enough, this turn of events was very encouraging according to my wife, as she lay on Josh's lap. If the next 40 minutes were to involve some light spanking, a bit of naked fondling and a few moments of kissing, then that was something she could live with. It wasn't what she wanted, but if she played along, then this hour with this escort would end quickly, and she would not have compromised herself overly. Almost laughing, she decided to try to extend this spanking for as long as she could.

As a result, Isabella's response shocked Josh, as she replied, "Yes Master, I think I need a few more."

Josh laughed as he gave her one more slap, and then said, "maybe next time". Josh had other ideas for their time together that evening, and he was in charge.

After the final slap, taking advantage of my wife on his lap, her toes barely touching the ground, her head and arms dangling in front of her, his hand lingered on her cheeks and then moved to the thin strip of her thong. She gasped quietly as his fingers moved under her thong. His expert fingers ran up and down her ass crack and found her puckered asshole. She inhaled sharply as she felt his middle finger ease past her sphincter and enter her anus. Isabella held her breath as she felt his finger feel her insides, before slowly withdrawing. Acting as if nothing had happened, Josh then helped her to stand up. Her ass cheeks were warm and stung a little bit from the five slaps, but it was at this point that Isabella realised that her thong was damp.

"Well I won't be wearing it for much longer," she sighed to herself. The ease and nonchalance with which Josh had slipped his finger into her asshole made her lose hope that this evening would just involve some spanking and fondling. This wasn't to be like a couple of the evenings she had had with a small group at university, where a few people played spin the bottle, ended up naked and had a brief fumble. The young black escort was looking for a lot more than those evenings.

Once again helping to position her, his black hands gripping her shapely pale white hips, he told her, "Stand in front of me so that I can see those white tits." She acquiesced by standing in front of him again, looking down at his face as he admired her tits and firm nipples.

"These are a nice pair," Josh said as he leaned in and sucked on one nipple, which were accessible, given their exposed nature. Isabella had initially been horrified by the prospect of Josh potentially seeing her wearing the half-cut bra when their "chat" had begun, but that was starting to feel a long time ago. It was clear by now that her body was betraying her. She closed her eyes as Josh sucked on first one and then the other nipple.

"You like that, don't you," Josh asked Isabella, seeing her eyes shut, and proceeded to slide his left hand up her right thigh.

Josh knew this was a key moment in the evening. The uncertainty of what he wanted to do to her had been ebbing and flowing, and this was the moment that he knew that he was going to cross a line that she might try to resist. What had transpired up until now was certainly sexual, but it wasn't meaningful.

When Isabella thought back to this evening in the weeks and months ahead, she often struggled to understand how she had allowed events to proceed to their complete end. It had been the back and forth, the unsaid nature of what Josh had planned for her, the relative slow buildup involving some clothes being discarded but also some spanking, that meant she had hoped it would pass off without major compromises. This moment now, when he was sucking her nipples and his hand was riding up her thigh, aiming for her core, was a key moment. How would she respond?

Sighing deeply, she responded, "Yes Master," as Josh heard the first stirrings of lust in her voice.

"You like me sucking on your tits, don't you?" Josh asked again, in between nipples, as his hand found her crotch and the damp patch of thin fabric of her thong.

"Yes, I do Master," Isabella was forced to say, despite not wanting this. She was losing control now, the whole scenario so far removed from anything she would have ever considered just 20 minutes ago. But Josh's mouth felt sexy on her taut nipples, and his hand felt warm and right on her sex.

"You know what's going to happen to you tonight, don't you Isabella?" he asked, as his fingers casually slipped inside her thong and made their first contact with her cunt. His fingers felt as if they had been on her sex a hundred times before, so naturally did he move them. She moaned quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear her, and couldn't stop her hips from bucking slightly. She hated herself but this cocky black man seemed to always know when to push the limits, and move the situation forward, even if she didn't want to. In short, Josh was starting to own the evening, controlling the outcome. She felt her knees go weak as his fingers entered her.

"No, I don't Master?" Isabella responded quietly, her cunt being explored by Josh's expert fingers as he sucked her nipples. She felt exposed, vulnerable, like a virgin with an expert lover, scared but with her body clearly wanting more.

"How can I feel this way?" she asked herself, as she felt his fingers inside her, first one and then two. She opened her eyes and looked down, and could see the young black escort sucking her tits, and below, his incriminating hand between her legs. She noticed she had inadvertently spread her legs fairly wide.

"Use your imagination Isabella," he told her, not overly kindly.

"I think you are going take off my bra and thong, then put me on the bed and then...." Isabella replied, hating the words and not being able to say the actual words of what she was realising was more and more likely, unless she could stop it.

"Is that it, Isabella?" Josh asked, his fingers leaving her pussy. The sudden feeling of emptiness was quickly replaced by the sensations of Josh's finger having found her clit, which was always the key to her lust.

Stifling another moan, Isabella managed to blurt out an answer to the cocky young escort who had now found her clit, and was already extracting erotic feelings from her body within a few seconds of touching it.

"No, I think you are going to get me on the bed and... f..., fuck me with your black cock," she replied, stumbling over her words in her confusion.

Delighted with her reply, which made her eventual fucking seem much more tangible to Isabella, he reached up to grab a handful of long dark hair as he helped himself to another suck of her nipples. This time she couldn't help herself and moaned loudly. The fact that her clit was being rubbed expertly, her tits sucked by his hungry mouth and her hair pulled was too much, causing her to feel jolts of lust flowing through her aroused body.

After another 30 seconds, seeing her hips moving, her eyes closed as her head was forced back, Josh stopped sucking her tits, let go of her hair and removed his hand from her clit, now generously covered in her juices. He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed.

"Soon it will be time for a proper taste of you, but first, something else," he said.

"Kneel," was all he needed to say. Isabella heard the words and knew what was next. It was her turn to see if she could excite him. Sighing, opening her eyes, and looking down at the black escort, she dropped to her knees between his legs.

Josh sat back and looked at her, before instructing her what to do.

"Stroke my black cock," he said, as he sat there, still fully dressed on the edge of the bed. Isabella slowly lifted her hands to his crotch and felt a black cock for the first time in her life.

"How does my cock feel?" Josh asked her, reaching up for another handful of hair. He knew this was another key moment in their eventual coupling, as every transition from one sex act to another was a chance for her to have regrets, stop proceedings and to leave. He needn't have worried.

"It feels big Master, big and getting hard," she replied, and Josh was delighted by her response. Feeling the big cock, Isabella also noticed her pussy getting wetter, as her biology kicked in. Her body knew that if it was no longer in doubt that her pussy would soon be accommodating the young black man's cock she was stroking, then more lubrication was better.

"Are you ready to see and taste your first black cock, slut?" Josh asked, as he pulled Isabella's hair back and forced her to look into his eyes. His use of the title "slut" didn't surprise her, and she almost felt better once he had called her that. "I can see why he called me that," she thought to herself as she was forced to look into Josh's eyes.

Had I been in the room, I would not have believed my eyes. My wife of many years, happily married and with two grown-up children, on her knees before a young black man, being called a slut, and what was her reaction?

"Yes Master, I want to see it, feel it and taste it," Isabella responded, her arousal now taking over, the memories of being a party girl rising coming back after Josh called her a slut.

"You like behaving like a slut, don't you?" Josh asked, savouring the moment of the 47-year old's slow transformation.

She wanted to look away and focus on the task at hand, to make the moment less intimate. But her held her hair and her eyes were forced to remain locked onto his. Taking a deep breath, she responded.

"Master you are forcing me to do this, so I am embracing my role. I will be a slut and do what you want," my wife replied, eyes starting to glaze over with lust as she looked into Josh's eyes.

"Take it out now and stroke it slut," he ordered, letting go of her hair and lifting his hips, so that she could release his cock.

As her shame and guilt receded, Isabella's curiosity and lust grew. She quickly undid his belt and trousers and lowered them down his lap, thereby freeing his cock. Isabella was used to my long, attractive cock, but she wasn't sure what the first black cock she would encounter would be like. She hadn't seen another cock in over 23 years!

As she released his black cock, Isabella gazed at it. It wasn't huge but it was deep brown in colour and an ugly shape. It was almost fully hard, and it had a strong smell. Not an unwashed and unhygienic smell but a strong cock, manly smell. Isabella's nostrils were filled with the pungent smell, and she wanted to pull back but she was held in place by Josh's hand, her face inches from the black cock.

Ignoring the smell, which was starting to excite her subconsciously, she reached out and to stroke it, observing that it was quite misshapen, with a lopsided helmet and an uneven girth. There had been a tiny amount of pre-cum at the head when it had been revealed. But now, as she stroked it up and down, it began to produce more pre-cum from the head.

"Now taste it," was the next order from Josh. The strong smell and the pre-cum made Isabella pause and hold back, continuing to stroke it up and down.

Isabella knew what was coming as Josh tightened his grip on her hair. Josh knew how to handle women in bed and knew when pressure needed to be applied. He looked at her closely, as she studied his cock, the pungent cock smell close to defeating her willingness to suck her Master's cock.

Isabella had never really swallowed my semen, but she did enjoy tasting pre-cum. Nothing could have prepared her for the quantity and taste of Josh's pre-cum. As Josh held her head, he pushed her slowly down to his cock. She resisted somewhat and the journey was a slow one, her hands continuing to rub his black cock, smearing the pre-cum over her hands and his cock. As her mouth finally reached the smelly cock, she took a deep breath and parted her lips, taking his cock into her mouth.

The strong meaty, manly and salty taste of Josh's cock and pre-cum nearly overwhelmed her. For someone who always avoided swallowing semen, this was a tough ask. Josh's pre-cum was more similar to semen in taste and consistency and Isabella's stomach lurched as she had her first taste of Josh's effluence. She told herself she had no choice and forced herself to swallow the pre-cum once she had bobbed up and down on the cock three times.

"Show me if a white MILF can suck a black cock," Josh said, as Isabella felt her shame rocket higher. Not for the first time that evening, nor the last, her mind imagined the scene: a married wife, on her knees, sucking the ugly cock of this black 25 year old, as he gripped her hair and made sure she performed as he wanted. Isabella had to swallow occasionally, as Josh's cock kept producing pre-cum. Her stomach felt queasy as she swallowed for the fourth time, her mouth filling with what seemed like another load of semen.

After four minutes, Isabella came off his cock, to breathe and to steady her stomach. Seeing her pause, Josh moved her hands away which had been stroking him as she sucked on his cock. He moved a hand to the base of his cock and, squeezing tightly, he pulled up all the way. This formed a sizable glob of fresh pre-cum at the tip of his cock. Isabella felt ill as she saw the fresh batch of pre-cum form at his slit.

"Now be a good slut and swallow that juice," he told her.

"But first, tell me what you want to do," he said, gripping her hair and forcing her to look back into his eyes again.

"I don't know what I want," she replied, her old self resurfacing with the indignity of the situation, as the swallowing of the pre-cum had severely diminished her earlier arousal.

"Shall I tell you Isabella, my slut?" Josh replied, using her name and her title together for the first time.

Isabella said nothing, her slim neck taut as he held her head in place, hair pulled back, her eyes forced to lock with Josh's dark eyes.

"What do you want to do now?" Josh asked again, more aggressively. Isabella knew what he wanted to hear but she had swallowed enough pre-cum and didn't think she could swallow any more without being sick.

"I said, what do you want to do now?" Josh asked for the third time and his hand came up, presumably to slap her face. This was the first time he was threatening her.

When she thought back on the evening, this was another moment when she told herself she should have fought and told him to fuck off and let her go. Instead, the acts they had performed so far in the last 30 minutes meant she wasn't ready for that fight. Somehow, she forced herself to say, "I want to swallow your pre-cum Master," she whispered, almost sobbing.

"I can't hear you slut," Josh said, still angry at her defiance.

"I want to swallow your pre-cum Master," she replied, getting angry herself, at her humiliation, at Josh's control over her, at her lack of ability to get up and leave.

Josh laughed now, knowing he had removed another element of the fight from the hot MILF. This was it, the path was open to fuck this sexy married woman tonight.

"What do you want to do now?" he said, lowering his hand and letting go of her hair. She didn't move and kept looking at him in the eyes.

"I want to swallow all of that fucking pre-cum that your black cock is producing," she said, almost shouting. "Will you let me, Master?" she asked him, caving to his demand.

Josh grinned as he nodded. Isabella immediately dived onto his cock and sucked up the huge glob. Amazingly she her stomach didn't revolt and the taste wasn't that bad. Perhaps she had grown accustomed to it or she had accepted that is what was needed, but she swallowed easily. Pleased with her body's reaction, she decided to show him what she was capable of, almost revelling in her latest submission. She moved her hands up his cock, squeezing it, trying to produce more pre-cum. She even sucked hard at his slit, to see if she could show him that she could take all of it.

Satisfied that she had submitted sufficiently, Josh pulled her head off his cock.

"Time to get on the bed, on all fours, Isabella," he ordered her. Oddly, she was now disappointed that she wasn't to suck him off anymore, knowing that she had overcome the pre-cum issue and more intimate acts were to follow. Every time they had reached a new level, stripping, spanking, sucking her tits, rubbing her cunt, now sucking his cock, she thought that would be it. She had occasionally glanced at the clock by the bed, to see how much time was left, and had harboured the occasional hope that they might run out of time before she ended up offering her pussy to his cock.

Slowly she got to her feet and climbed onto the bed, even as she realised the endgame was now in sight, and this was her last chance to try to stop the violation of her pussy. However, the thought of escaping was fleeting, as she knew she didn't have the courage to stop this determined young man. Her mind was confused, her body far more excited than it should be, and she was trying to get this evening done with. She glanced at the clock and saw there were 20 minutes left.

Trying to rid her mind of thoughts of her husband and children, she climbed onto the bed. As she crawled past Josh, he skilfully undid the clasp on her bra, and it fell onto the bed as she crawled past him. He rose from the bed, stripped off his clothes and gazed at her figure on the bed. My 47-year-old gorgeous wife, with her soft white skin (apart from her ass cheeks which we now pinkish from the five slaps), was on all fours, her tits hanging freely, her hair framing her face as she tried to not imagine the scene.

Unbeknownst to Isabella or myself, Josh had used the time while we were discussing things in the bathroom to set up a camera to record the session. He often recorded his client "meetings", usually with the client's agreement. This time, wisely, he didn't seek consent to record. As he stared at my wife on all fours, with just the damp thong covering her pussy and asshole, he glanced over at the camera. The red eye was on, even if it was hidden, and Josh knew he would be enjoying the video for many months. He might even be able to use it for more lucrative purposes, but that was for another day.

Downstairs in the lobby, I was having stiff whiskys and trying to figure out how my wife and I had arrived at the point where a young black man was getting frisky with my wife or worse and I was not even in the room! I had no idea what was going on but I foolishly hadn't taken the room key and didn't want to ask the hotel, in case they sent someone up to the room and the couple were discovered. All I could think about was the scene from Wild Orchid, where the character played by MR convinces the character played by CO to go up to another man's room. The CO character had ended up getting fucked by the random man who had left some money at the bar, thinking she was an escort. I would have not been able to believe that at that moment, Josh was about to climb onto the bed and join my practically naked wife for the final act.

Now naked, Josh climbed onto the bed, his ugly cock still covered in my wife's saliva dangling between his legs. The break in proceedings, as Josh stripped and Isabella awaited him to join her on the bed, coupled with the renewed queasy feeling in her stomach once again reduced her arousal and increased her indignation at her situation. Just as she was about to get up and tell Josh to leave, she felt the bed shift and he was behind her. Two hands gripped her hips as he brought his face close to her damp thong.

"Time to see your pussy," Josh said. His fingers snaked their way once more up her pale thighs, as she shuddered in revulsion at his touch but excitement as wel. Although his hands touching her skin immediately started to have their sexual impact, Isabella's fight was back and she tried to move away from him. "That's enough," she said trying to sound authoritative.

His reaction surprised her with its calmness and assuredness. Josh reached a hand up her back and gripped her hair, in his now familiar challenge to her. Clutching her long hair, pulling slightly so her head was forced up a few degrees, he waited to see her next move. His other hand had now reached her thong, the thin strip of material the only thing protecting her pussy.

He waited as she tried hard to muster the courage to reject the feelings starting to emanate from her sex, as his fingers traced her labia that were exposed around the thin thong material.

"Time for this to end," Isabella said, hoping to find some fight. But she was a woman being physically held by her hair, and the dominant man's fingers were teasing her pussy. Josh waited, feeling his prey's mixed feelings. He thought that if he didn't push her now, try to overpower her, she would give in. A minute or two went by, neither moving nor speaking, my wife trying to fight the feelings of lust that were once again sweeping through her, while trying feebly to crawl away without any conviction. Then his other hand went to her waist and, with grim realisation, she realised her final bit of modesty was being removed, finally exposing all of her to his gaze.

"Stunning, Isabella," Josh breathed out, and his honest praise disarmed Isabella's fight further. Josh wasted no time in making himself at home, parting her folds, and exploring skilfully her slit and lips, which were once again very wet. Isabella could only gasp and moan quietly as the young black escort began to play and torment her hot pussy.

Finding her clit, he rubbed it softly to gauge her reaction. My wife has only ever had clitoral orgasms, and her clit is very sensitive, sometimes overly. Now, after 35 minutes of being felt up, stripped, humiliated and sucking his black cock, Isabella's clit wasted no time in getting ready to do its duty, both for Isabella and her Master that evening. Isabella gasped as Josh found her clit, letting out a long soft moan, her body immediately responding to the stimulation. Josh smiled to himself, and knew Isabella was once again fighting a losing battle. Isabella cursed internally, wondering how Josh found it so easy to turn her on, despite his reluctance for this evening of infidelity.

"I am only here because I was trying to make my husband happy and now I am going to get fucked like a slut" she cried to herself, her body getting her ready for his cock.

He could feel her defiance wavering with every rub of her special spot and kept at it in silence for a couple minutes. Josh was an expert at this game and had often been in situations with women who pretended they didn't want it. He knew the ebb and flow of a woman's contrasting emotions of shame and lust, of doing something naughty but enjoying it. He had been with a number of married women, who wanted a night of passion but felt conflicted during the act. He knew not to push now that Isabella was succumbing again, like she had done three times already that evening. He even let go of her hair, so that all of her focus would be on her needy clit and the erotic sensations that were pouring out of it into her brain and body. Much to Isabella's shame, she was soon moaning and couldn't stop her hips from gyrating as the black escort expertly destroyed her remaining resistance. After another couple minutes, Josh knew she was ready and told her to roll over onto her back. Isabella knew what was coming and her arousal was now the highest it had been all evening.

"Yes Master, lick me please," she said, as she finally fully succumbed to the sexual acts she was now committed to engage in. She had tried to resist various times that evening, but the young black man had exerted power over her that was impossible to resist. As she came off her hands and knees and rolled over, she turned to look at Josh. It was the first time she had seen him fully naked, and she found the view of him arousing. Josh noticed her look with satisfaction.

"Time to taste that pussy. I might even let you cum for me," he said, as she lay on her back, her legs falling open. She hated that phrase ("cum for me") but was too turned on to care now.

"Prop your head and watch," Josh ordered. Isabella responded by grabbing two pillows, and tucking them behind her back, eager for his tongue to taste her. Now partially sitting up, she spread her legs again for him and reached down to expose her needy clit.

Isabella has always taken a long time to cum from my and previous boyfriend's oral efforts. She had had a Brazilian boyfriend during her Masters year at a London university, and he was into oral sex. But even with him, it would take at least 30 minutes from start to finish. With me, even during our new-found sexual phase, it could take 45 minutes. She had always preferred being fucked, so a flicker of hope rose in her. There was only 15 minutes left of the hour I had paid for and it might take her longer than that to cum from his oral efforts. Of course, knowing men, she also knew that Josh would need to cum as well as her that evening.

"So that's that then," she thought to herself, "I am going to get fucked by a young black man with an ugly cock," just as Josh's tongue made contact with her engorged clit.

None of her previous experience with cunnilingus with me or previous boyfriends were like this one. Obviously, Josh was very experienced in sexual matters, being an escort, and it showed. Her recent appreciation of his sex appeal, despite her aversion to black men and his cockiness also contributed. But it was likely the illicit nature of the evening, her abandoning of her modesty and vows and the multiple acts of submission she had been forced to offer up to Josh that caused this cunnilingus to be so exceptional. The first lick of her clit made her realise she was going to orgasm far more quickly than she had ever done before.

"Watch me eat you Isabella, my slut," Josh instructed her between licks, and my wife's eyes moved from staring into his dark eyes and his tongue.

Four minutes later, Isabella moaned, "FUCK YOU ARE GOOD!" She was truly amazed that she was well on the way to coming for this young black punk with his head between her legs.

Josh enjoyed his work and knew he could make a woman sing quickly. This slut was pumped up and ready to explode for him, he realised, as he licked her sweet spot a few more times. She will cum in less than ten minutes, he thought, a new personal best for him, which caused him to grin to himself.

However, Josh knew that if Isabella orgasmed, she would be a non-responsive partner once he decided to claim her cunt or asshole. He carried on for another minute, amazed by her vocal noises and the bucking of her hips. By now she was moaning loudly, her hands clutching his hair and urging him loudly, "FUCK MASTER, MAKE ME CUM!" She was right on the edge of a massive orgasm.

Realising this, Josh stopped and wiped his face on the sheet. Her pussy was soaked and his face was covered with her juices. Moving up her body, Isabella gazed at him, her eyes filled with pure lust.

"Don't stop Master, please. Make me cum. I am so fucking close," she said, her hips bucking the air, seeking his amazing tongue for just another minute so that she could explode.

By now, Josh had crawled up her body, his big ugly black cock hovering near her needy pussy.

"Isabella are you ready for my cock?" he asked her as she gazed up into his eyes, her lust overcoming her earlier resistance, her need now increasingly desperate after Josh's amazing cunnilingus.

Isabella had always preferred being fucked to being licked, and so, despite Josh's amazing work with his tongue, she wanted his cock in her. She knew that it wouldn't take her long and hoped it wouldn't take him long either.

"Yes Master," she breathed out as she reached for him. She looked down at the unfamiliar cock that she was about to insert into her MILF pussy. No other cock but mine had been in her pussy in over 20 years. Grabbing it and feeling its strange shape and girth, she stroked it, but the unfamiliar feel made her pause. She considered the gravity of being taken by another man in her still fertile pussy.

Josh didn't press her, knowing this was a huge moment for her and waited, watching her, gauging her, ready to hold her down if she tried to get away from under him. He knew that he could now not leave without taking this MILF and shooting his seed in her. As a vision of our wedding day flashed through her mind, Isabella made a half-hearted attempt to get out from under him. Josh, ready for this potential change of heart, held her in place, not harshly, but enough to stop her from moving.

"Take your time Isabella," Josh said, almost lovingly. "But you are going to take my cock in you," he confirmed.

Josh needn't have worried too much. She had been turned on various times that evening and the last act had made her wet and desperately needy. She blamed me for putting her in this position, insisting on a male escort for the threesome. Angry at the humiliation she had chosen to endure to improve our marriage, she decided to go through with the final act. She reached down and pulled his cock towards her opening, her bottom lips ready to take his cock into her heat.

Seeing her determination to take his cock, Josh now decided to tease her and make Isabella wait.

"You want this, don't you Isabella?" he asked her, his cockhead touching her entrance.

"Yes Master, I want this." she replied and stared into his eyes.

"You need this, don't you Isabella?" He asked her as she felt his cockhead pressing against her entrance, wet and slimy from her secretions during the cunnilingus.

This time she paused, the added weight of his question making her hesitate. "Yes," she breathed out eventually.

"I need this Master," she said as she tried to move down the bed and impale herself on his ugly cock, keen now to move things along, have her orgasm and satisfy the black escort.

"You are my slut now, aren't you?" Josh asked her, revelling in the lust he could see in the married wife's eyes beneath him, only a few inches below his. He looked down at her naked white body, her MILF tits pointing up at him, her nipples rock hard. Her legs were lifted now, ready to allow him to take her easily and deeply.

"I don't know Master, I need you to fuck me and make me cum. I don't know if I am your slut Master," Isabella replied, genuinely unsure of the feelings she was experiencing. A young black cocky man, who she had met less than an hour ago, had her naked on a bed, ready and aching to receive his cock. By any definition, she was behaving like his slut.

"Then maybe I won't let you cum for me on my big black cock," Josh threatened, pulling his cock back from her wet cunt lips and her pink entrance.

"No please Master, take me now. Make me your slut tonight and make me cum for you, like you said you would. We haven't got much time left!" Isabella was pleading now. My wife's mind and body were so consumed with the evening's long string of sexual acts and Josh's sexual power over her that she was more than ready to betray her vows of fidelity made years earlier and willingly accept his cock into her needy pussy.

Hearing those words, Josh moved forward, his escort experience making him a talented lover. He knew how to take women, make them orgasm, make them come back for more, even make them beg. His ugly cock entered her warm and waiting cunt, as her legs remained raised so that he could take his fill of her.

As with the earlier cunnilingus, Isabella was immediately shocked at how amazing his cock felt in her juicy cunt. Moaning wantonly, she moved her hips up to facilitate deeper penetration and gazed into his eyes. Josh reacted by reaching down and grabbing her hips, holding her in place. He wasn't aware of this, or perhaps he had innate sexual intuition, but just as she found being held by her hair sexy, she loved a man to put his hands on her hips while she was being taken. Josh looked down and savoured the moment as he bottomed in her, as she put her arms around him.

Her moans and gasps grew louder and more frequent as the fucking picked up in intensity, her mind and body stunned by the sensations Josh's cock was generating in her cunt and whole body.

By now, Josh knew she was his. His expert fucking was driving my wife crazy with desire, as she relived the sexually voracious feelings she had lived in her 20s. Her mind and wifely duties hated to admit it, but Isabella was enjoying being fucked by Josh more than any sex she had had in years. She gazed up at Josh as he leaned over her, his cock fully claiming her pussy.

She felt her orgasm building as Josh took control of her body. She closed her eyes, determined to fully enjoy the explosion she knew was coming.

"Kiss me Isabella," Josh told her, almost kindly, while fucking her deeply. Some fragment left of her faithfulness meant this was a line she wouldn't cross. But Josh was patient and in control.

Seeing her latest moment of hesitation, Josh slowed his fucking, knowing he could keep her from orgasming. Isabella writhed and moaned in need and increased frustration below him, as he took up a slow and languorous pace. The new pace kept her fully aroused but perpetually on the edge and unfulfilled.

Four minutes went by, with Josh biding his time, watching her as she got closer and then further from her denied orgasm. Isabella tried desperately to reach her long-awaited orgasm without kissing him. But Josh was too experienced and Isabella kept losing battle after battle that evening.

Breaking the recent silence, Josh said, "Tell me what you are." She responded immediately, happy to play the slut and talk dirty if it meant he would make her cum.

"I am your slut Master, the one you are fucking hard and deep. The slut that is loving your black cock in my white cunt," Isabella told him, as Josh grinned at her.

"Tell me you need this slut," Josh said, forcing her to stare into his eyes.

"I need this Master, make me cum and then cum in my pussy," she replied quickly.

"Tell me that I am going to fuck you again," he said, pushing to see how far he could go with the married desperate wife.

Hating herself, she couldn't stop the words from pouring from her mouth, "Yes, with that fucking big black cock of yours. I will need to become your slut again," Isabella responded.

"Now kiss me Isabella," Josh said softly, confusing her with his reversion to a loving and romantic tone. This time, there was no hesitation as my wife reached up with both hands and brought Josh's mouth to hers. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, not holding anything back. He knew he was close now and her final submission meant he could explode in her. He picked up his pace and within thirty seconds, my wife had the biggest orgasm of her life. It exploded from her clit, through her whole body and into her brain, just as Josh's ugly black cock was hitting her cervix. As wave after wave of sexual energy washed over and through her, Josh exploded inside her. Her pussy's walls massaged his black cock to fruition, causing jet after jet of his thick semen to be pumped into her pussy. This feeling of having satisfied her lover set off another round of orgasmic waves through her.

Finally, after a full minute of pure orgasm, Isabella could finally take a deep sigh and lie back on the bed. Josh collapsed onto her, his head coming to rest next to hers on the pillow. Her cunt was sore now, but in a good way, and she could feel the huge amount of Josh's semen in her overworked pussy. The thought of potentially falling pregnant fortunately didn't cross her mind, as she was a few years into menopause.

A couple of minutes later, Josh moved his head towards her and began to kiss her. Still dazed by the massive orgasm, she kissed him back. After making out for a couple of minutes like two young lovers, Josh felt his cock soften. He pulled out of her and then climbed up and knelt over her face.

"Clean me up" he said simply. She was tired and sore and had been well and truly fucked. She had no energy to resist, and so she slowly opened her mouth as instructed. She sucked his shrinking black cock into her mouth. It was covered in her juices and there was a fair bit of his semen coating parts of the head and sides. Despite her major aversion to semen, she licked and sucked it clean. Once she was done, she swallowed the nasty drippings in her mouth.

"I can't wait to see you again Isabella," Josh said, once she was done cleaning his cock.

"Give me a call soon," he said casually as he finished dressing and walked out of the hotel room, grabbing his camera without her noticing.

Isabella lay there, Josh's semen oozing out of her, overwhelmed by the evening's events. The clock chimed 9:30pm, marking the hour that was booked for the threesome. Now alone, tears silently rolled down Isabella's face, as she took in the full gravity of the evening's events and asked herself what she had done.