A business to Amsterdam, so decided to take my wife also, only her budget fare to pay for, as my double room was paid for. The meetings were on Thursday & Friday, so we decided to stay on for the weekend, us paying for the xtra night or two. So while I was at work, Sally would do the touring around in this delightful city, & we decided that we’d love to re visit it soon, as the place was great.
On Friday evening, after work, we headed off for a drink & a meal. Now you know how it’s like, when you spot someone NOT in their usual habitat, & so it was—-at the bar, I swear I spotted someone I knew—-I kinda looked at him, puzzled—he smiled at me, nodded & I said, “I know you!”. He replied, laughingly, “No you don’t—-you’ve probably seen me in a porn film!” And then it clicked—-he was very recognisable, as he was very blond, & you don’t (some would say, very unfortunately) see studs like that in porn films. I apologised, but he just laughed, & handed me a card of his. At the table, my wife asked me who he was—-I lied, saying he was from our Amsterdam office, but didn’t know him, hence the card. My wife mumbled, “Mmm, he’s dishy!”
Back on the plane home, I confessed to lying, telling Sally as to who ‘Marc’ (not real name) really was. Back home, we googled sites where he may be seen, & for sure—-impressive he was, my wife almost openly admiring his Nordic looks. I reminded her that we’d agreed to revisit Amsterdam, adding, maybe we could look up Marc. Sally was indignant, “I’m NOT making a porn DVD” she hissed. “No””, I added, “But you’d LOVE to have it off with him, wouldn’t you, but without the camera?”. Her ‘blushing embarrassment’ was proof enough. We then saw a few more films featuring this stud,
& Sally had an observation, saying “I like the fact that he French kisses the ladies”.
And so we planned another trip there, the implication being that my wife would be serviced by this blond porn star! I contacted Marc, stating our intentions—-not only was he receptive, he insisted we stay at his flat, which he said was just a few miles away from the city centre. I also told him we’d watched his videos, & that my wife was impressed! So our trip was fixed.
Marc met us at the airport, & drove us back to his flat. No embarrassment at all. implicitly all 3 of us knew that visiting as art galleries & museums was NOT the main reason for our trip. When in the toilet, I told Marc that Sally was specially impressed by the many French kissing shots in his videos, adding that that brought romance & intimacy in the proceedings. Marc reassured me that he was heavily into French kissing—-indeed he said that this Italian cuckold couple, the husband would masturbate just watching them French kissing! I should add here that Sally is a very attractive blonde herself, slim, with long legs, which she specially ‘displays’ when in her incredible high heels.
When Sally returned, twas more than just a loo visit—-shed touched up her make up, specially another helping of loud vulgar lipstick, plus wearing her 6:inch heels. For sure she looked a slut, having had a fair bit of wine on the flight, she was pretty uninhibited. Marc, a ‘gentleman stud’, stood up saying, “You look beautiful”, & maybe on cue taking her in his arms, whispering, “You like French kissing, don’t you? So do I”. Inevitably my cuckoldry began with that blond man putting his tongue into them mouth of my blonde wife. She accepted it, & began sucking on it. I watched in awe as he did a tongue job on my wife’s mouth! When they broke, I had an idea; I suggested that he put on a DVD featuring him. My wife giggled, as he said he had one, a compilation of many of his performances. And so it was. Seated close together on the couch, the show began. A few seconds later, she turned her head, & locked her mouth into his for a nice long slow French kiss. Naturally as chose to watch them, & NOT the TV screen. I suggested to them that they should undress. No second invitation was needed. There they were—my lovely 30 year old wife, naked, but for her high heels, in front of this blond hunk, this porn star, who was to add my wife to the list of his many conquests. They French kissed named, & then it was ‘stud worship’, as she slowly kissed down his neck, his strong smooth chest, until she was sweetly knelt before him, both her knees on the deep carpet, her lips stretched around his Dutch dong, as she began doing the classic ‘love dance of the head’. Me? I was also doing a ‘love dance’, but of the fist! Finally, she got up, & he led her to the couch. Spreading her legs, the stud placed his head between her legs, & repaid the compliment, applying his experienced mouth to her most intimate part, with her writhing with lust & delight. I knew not where to look, as she ran her painted fingers all through his hair. Should I admire his exquisite tongue work, or should I gaze at the look of unbridled lust on my wife’s face, as she was being licked off. After giving her a few orgasms, Marc raised himself, & immediately put his tongue into my wife’s mouth, as she sucked on his tongue covered with her love juices. Said my tart wife, “LOVE tasting my juices from off your tongue!”.
And then they did it. I watched in awe as that Dutch dick entered my wife’s wet vagina. “”My love couch” he called it, as many of his conquests were witnessed there. They fucked like animals, totally wild & inhibited. It was almost primitive. He flattered my wife by suggesting she act in his next DVD, as she was soo good! So was HE, judging by the orgasms that he’d given her.
I suppose his professionalism was evident when he asked, WHER she’d like him to com of, “Give me a facial, come in my mouth—I want what you give all the other ladies” And so it was, as the stud pointed his monster at he mouth; she opened her mouth, & I had the thrill of watching this blond god spend his rich ejaculate ALL over my wife’s face, lips, & in her mouth. Awesome! I helped tidy up, & then showering etc, the two of us went into town to visit a museum & an art gallery—enjoyable for sure, but NOTHING like what had happened on the love couch.
We got back a couple of hours later, phoning him that we were on our way back. We’d taken the spare key, so when we were inside, Marc called out—he was in his bedroom, totally naked, would you believe, lying in bed, sporting his trade mark erection, which he gently rubbed, urging Sally, “Come, you English slut, come let me fuck you in front of your cuckold husband”. Sally smiled, undressed herself, put on her high heels, & joined her lover in bed. It was torrid, but with so so much tender & loving kissing, cuckold kissing, where the husband was a mere spectator.
We spent a week in Amsterdam, visiting many many art galleries & museums—-but for us both, the best was what Marc had to offer—-the amount of his rich semen she’d taken in that week was incalculable, as every ejaculation of his was incredibly copious. The above was in September just gone. We’re planning another trip, in spring, NOT to admire the ‘tulips from Amsterdam’, but to admire ‘the blond stud from Amsterdam’.
Can anyone blame us?
FUCK MY WIFE!
CLICK BELOW TO FIND A BULL