Written by Henry

Fact
4 Jan 2009


This is an account of what happened to my fiancée and I on New Year’s Eve. For the cynical out there, I can assure you this is 100% true.

My fiancée, Hannah, is 27 and we have been seeing each other for just over 3 years. Hannah is an attractive brunette with a great body; her arse, in particular, is a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, Hannah is pretty narrow-minded when it comes to sex. I have begged her innumerate times to get off with other guys and she simply wouldn’t consider it. She couldn’t understand how I could love her and, at the same time, want to share her with other men.

On Wednesday (New Year’s Eve) I thought I had made a breakthrough. Firstly, I persuaded her to wear a short skirt, which just about covered the tops of her stockings when she stood up (but not when she sat down). I then managed to get her very drunk and asked her to flirt with a friend of mine, which she did. She danced with my mate whilst, unbeknown to them, I watched from the upper floor of the nightclub we were in. When my mate put his hand on her arse and she smiled back at him I thought my luck was really in. Unfortunately, 10 minutes later she found me and told me that she was tired and wanted to leave. My heart sank as yet again she resumed her role as faithful fiancée.

Whilst waiting in line for a taxi I decided to give it one last try – I bet Hannah that she wouldn’t be able to get us a taxi home for free. When she asked what I meant, I said that she should offer to pay the taxi driver “in kind”. To my complete surprise, she smiled back at me and said that I was on. At this point I thought the drink was talking and that she would eventually back out, like she has done before.

The taxi driver we got was black, in his 40s and not particularly friendly (like most taxi drivers on New Year’s I guess). I thought at this point that Hannah would back out – this guy must have been 20 years older than us and she has said before that she does not find black guys attractive – but she said nothing and we carried on talking as normal. The cold air had clearly had an effect on Hannah – she was slurring and talking inanely (more than usual!).

By the time we arrived at our flat the meter was up to £15. When the driver pulled up, I whispered in Hannah’s ear that now was her time to shine. To my utter disbelief, she smiled, turned to the driver and asked whether he would let the fare go in return for a kiss. The driver looked pretty unimpressed at this and bluntly said no. In response Hannah asked whether the driver would let us go if she sat on his lap. Again the driver said no. He then made a motion with his hand which left us in no doubt that he would accept a blow job as payment. Hannah looked at me as if to say what now. Sensing this was the moment to test her resolve, I whispered to her that I had no money and that we would have to go into town to find a cash point (in fact I had a £20 note still in my pocket). Hannah then turned to the taxi driver and nodded. I thought I was dreaming at this point.

The taxi driver then drove over to a darkened corner of the car park, got out of the car and motioned to me that I should take his place in the front seat whilst he got in the back seat with Hannah. When I got out I realised how big this guy was – well over 6 feet and really stocky.

This guy obviously meant business – as soon as he sat down he undid his jeans and pulled out an enormous cock. This guy was truly hung. His cock must have been 8” plus and really wide. You probably could have fitted two of my dicks in place of his.

Hannah stared at this guy’s cock for a moment, probably in disbelief, and then plunged her mouth around it. Watching my beloved fiancée gobble a massive black cock was truly a sight to behold. She can almost go down to the base of my cock - she couldn’t even fit half of this guy’s in her mouth. I pulled out my cock and started wanking as the driver pushed Hannah’s head down, so her mouth sank deeper and deeper onto his cock.

She was now kneeling in the backseat foot-wells to try to get a better angle to handle the pounding her mouth was taking. I was so absorbed by this scene, that I almost didn’t notice that the driver had subtlety slipped his hand underneath Hannah’s skirt. From the muffled noises she was making, I guessed that he was fingering her. Every so often her moans would go up a decibel, no doubt as he slipped more and more fingers into her tight pussy. They were now completely oblivious to me and the fact that we had agreed oral sex only – not fingering. But what the hell was I going to do.

The driver then pulled Hannah’s head upwards and turned her around so that she was bent over on all fours, her arse facing toward him. I looked at her face. She was in a daze, visibly panting, and did not react to me mouthing “are you ok?”. The driver then slapped his hand against the back of his other hand, indicating to me that he was about to fuck my fiancée. Before I could even consider whether I was going to let this happen, he pulled Hannah’s skirt up, exposing her stockings and beautiful arse. The driver didn’t even react to this exquisite sight. He just roughly pulled Hannah’s thong aside and with one hand pulled his dick in line with Hannah’s pussy and with the other pulled her towards him using the top of her skirt.

The sound Hannah made when the driver’s cock entered her was almost a howl – half pain, half pleasure. His cock was not even half way in her at this point. He stayed still like this for about 20 seconds, presumably to let her pussy adapt to the width of his cock. Then to my disbelief, Hannah started to push herself against him, indicating she wanted more. With each thrust his fat cock was going further and further into her. Her howls were replaced with high-pitched shouts of “oh god”. I had never seen Hannah behave like this during sex. Usually, I just got polite, quiet moans and the occasional “I love you”.

After a few minutes the driver was really into his stride. Hannah was being fucked like a porn star – the full length of his cock was pounding into her, his balls slapping against her arse cheeks, almost drowned out by her wails, which had now moved onto “oh yeah” and “fuck me”. At this point it dawned on me that the driver was not wearing a condom. My fiancée had let some stranger fuck her without a condom! I motioned to Hannah but got no reaction. Her eyes were almost in the back of her head; her escalating moans suggested that she was nearing orgasm. I then told the driver, who completely blanked me and carried ramming his cock into my fiancée. I felt completely helpless.

For some reason, I decided to go for a cigarette and a walk around the block. I got back about 5 minutes later to find a steamed up car rocking violently from side to side. All the doors were shut but I could still hear my fiancée. I opened the front door and got in. She had been moved onto her back. The driver was holding her stocking clad legs almost back to her ears, his massive cock still pounding into her unprotected pussy, almost at a blur. She was now gasping “I’m fucking coming” over and over again. The driver was also grunting, a sign that he would shortly be coming inside Hannah.

Just as I was contemplating shoving the driver off Hannah, he pulled out of her. Without any encouragement, Hannah leapt forward and took his cock into her mouth. This time she fitted over half of it in, a worrying sign that she had become accustomed to this massive dick. As her head bobbed up and down on his cock, the driver’s grunts became louder. Hannah then moved her mouth down to suck on his balls as he began to wank off. He then signalled to her that he was ready to come. Hannah gobbled his cock again and took his come in her mouth. Amazingly she swallowed the lot – she had always spat mine out!

The driver clearly felt that his night’s work was now done and ordered Hannah and I out of the car. He then drove off without a word. Hannah looked completely dishevelled. Her hair was all over the place, her stockings laddered, but she didn’t seem to care. She just turned and walked towards the lift without a word.

We went straight to bed when we got back to the flat. As Hannah rolled over I hugged her and told her I loved her. I still had a raging hard-on and so I pushed my cock into her whilst I was side-on. She was so wet my cock went up her with no resistance. I couldn’t even feel the sides of her pussy – the driver’s cock had clearly stretched her. As I pumped away she closed her eyes and didn’t make a sound. After I had come she just went to sleep instead of running to the loo as she normally does.

We woke up on Thursday and briefly chatted over what had happened the night before. Hannah admitted that she had enjoyed being fucked by the driver and had come several times. But she was very embarrassed and doesn’t want to do anything like that again. I hope this won’t be the last time Hannah is pleasured by another guy, but at the moment I can’t think of any ways around her refusals.


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