The 20th Anniversary

The air in the luxurious seaside hotel suite was thick with anticipation, the scent of the ocean mingling with the faint musk of desire. Natasha, her green eyes glowing with a mix of nervousness and excitement, stood in her tight wedding gown, the satin clinging to her womanly curves. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her flushed face. The dress, a relic of her wedding day twenty years ago, strained against her full breasts, the cleavage threatening to spill over as she moved. Jo, her husband of 61, sat bound to a chair, his wrists and ankles secured with soft silk ropes, his mouth gagged but his eyes wide, no longer blindfolded. His heart pounded, a mix of arousal and dread, as he watched his wife, his cock straining against his trousers despite his inability to ever fully satisfy her.

Jo had booked this lavish suite in a hotel by the sea, the kind with floor-to-ceiling windows framing the restless ocean, to spend their 20th wedding anniversary away from home. Because Jo was never able to satisfy Natascha with his cock, he thought it only fair, that on this date somebody else should.

Scouring the internet, Jo found Olu Shango, a black dominant master in his early forties who claimed he could “heal” marriages by satisfying neglected housewives. Olu’s website promised to awaken hidden desires, offering to dominate both wives and, if they wished, their husbands too. Jo, intrigued and desperate, sent Olu photos of Natasha—intimate ones he hadn’t asked her permission to share. Olu was pleased, his reply confident: he’d make Natasha cum for the first time on a man’s cock, no condom, her choice if she wanted protection. Jo felt a thrill mixed with unease but pressed forward, arranging for Olu to join them for one night in the suite.

When Jo presented the idea to Natasha a week before their anniversary, her reaction was instant. Her green eyes flashed with shock and betrayal. “You sent my pictures to a stranger?” she snapped, her voice trembling. She stormed out, refusing to speak to him for three days. Jo, wracked with guilt, thought he’d ruined everything. But as Natasha’s anger faded, curiosity crept in. Alone one night, she found Olu’s contact details in Jo’s email and reached out, her heart racing. Their exchanges began cautiously but grew intense, Olu’s words stirring something deep within her. He spoke of pleasure she’d never known, of a life half-lived without the touch of another man. “You deserve to feel everything,” he wrote. Natasha, torn between loyalty and longing, agreed to the original plan but kept it secret from Jo, wanting to reclaim control of this forbidden step.

On their anniversary, Jo and Natasha dined at a candlelit restaurant, the tension between them palpable but softened by wine and nostalgia. Natasha, in a sleek black dress, leaned across the table, her voice low. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” she said, her eyes gleaming with something Jo couldn’t quite read.

Back in the hotel suite Natascha bound Jo to a chair, blindfolded and gagged him. Then she changed into the wedding dress she had worn 20 years ago. It was a tight fit but she managed. That had been Olu Shangos idea. Secretly she let Olu into the suite, where he undressed out of sight of Jo. Natascha removed Jos blindfold and presented herself to him. Her boobs almost squeezing out of her cleavage. Jo got hard watching how she moved in front of him caressing her boobs.

Olu Shango stepped into view, his dark skin gleaming under the soft light of the suite, his muscular frame stark naked, his thick, heavy cock already hard, swaying with each step. Natasha’s breath caught, her eyes locking onto him, a shiver running through her. Jo’s heart nearly stopped, his pulse racing as Olu’s hands found Natasha’s waist, pulling her close. The contrast of Olu’s dark fingers against the white satin of her gown was striking, and Jo’s chest tightened with a mix of jealousy and fascination.

Olu’s hands roamed Natasha’s body, caressing her hips, sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing them until they strained even more against the dress. Natasha moaned softly, her lips parting, her green eyes flickering with a hunger she’d never fully explored. “You’re a goddess,” Olu murmured, his voice deep and commanding, his lips brushing her ear. “Tonight, you’ll feel what you’ve been missing.” Natasha’s body trembled, her thighs pressing together as heat pooled between them.

Olu turned her to face Jo, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, lifting the hem of her gown just enough to expose the creamy skin of her thighs. Jo’s eyes widened, his breath ragged through the gag, his erection painfully evident. Olu’s fingers deftly unhooked the back of Natasha’s dress, loosening it just enough to let her breasts spill free, the nipples hard and pink. He pinched them gently, rolling them between his fingers, and Natasha gasped, her head tilting back against his chest. “Look at him,” Olu commanded, his voice firm. “Let him see what you need.”

Natasha’s eyes met Jo’s, a flicker of guilt quickly overtaken by desire. Olu’s hand slid beneath the gown, finding her wet, bare pussy—she’d forgone panties at his request. His fingers teased her clit, circling slowly, and Natasha’s knees buckled, a whimper escaping her. Jo’s face flushed, his eyes locked on the scene, unable to look away as Olu’s thick fingers worked his wife’s body in ways he never could.

Olu lifted Natasha effortlessly, laying her on the edge of the bed, her gown hiked up to her waist, legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened, pink and swollen, and Jo’s heart ached with both shame and arousal. Olu positioned himself between her thighs, his cock, long and thick, brushing against her entrance. “Beg for it,” he growled, his eyes locked on hers. Natasha’s voice was shaky but clear. “Please… fuck me.”

With one slow, deliberate thrust, Olu entered her, stretching her in a way she’d never felt. Natasha cried out, her hands gripping the sheets, her body arching as he filled her completely. The gown bunched around her waist, her breasts bouncing with each deep thrust. Olu’s pace was relentless, his hips slamming into her, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room. Natasha’s moans grew louder, her eyes half-lidded, her body trembling as pleasure built like a tidal wave. Jo watched, helpless, his cock throbbing, his heart pounding with a mix of agony and awe.

“Oh God,” Natasha gasped, her nails digging into Olu’s shoulders. “I’m… I’m…” Her words dissolved into a scream as her first orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around Olu’s cock, her body shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face, not from pain but from the overwhelming release, the first time she’d ever cum on a man’s cock. Olu didn’t stop, driving into her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure until she was panting, her green eyes glazed with ecstasy.

Jo’s eyes were wet, his chest heaving, his own arousal a torment as he watched his wife transformed by pleasure he could never give her. Olu slowed, pulling out gently, his cock slick with Natasha’s juices. He stood, helping her to her feet, and began to peel the wedding gown from her body. The satin slid to the floor, leaving her naked, her skin flushed, her curves glowing in the soft light. Olu’s hands explored her, tracing her hips, her waist, her breasts, before pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, Natasha’s hands roaming his muscular chest, her body pressing against his as if she couldn’t get close enough.

“You’re mine now,” Olu whispered against her lips, his voice both tender and commanding. “This isn’t the last time. You belong to me.” Natasha nodded, her eyes shining with a newfound freedom, her body alive in a way it never had been. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice firm. “I’m yours.”

Olu turned her around, bending her over the bed, her hands braced on the mattress, her ass raised. Jo’s eyes widened as Olu positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding into her pussy from behind. Natasha moaned, her head dropping, her brown hair falling over her face as Olu fucked her doggy style, his hands gripping her hips. The sight was raw, primal—Natasha’s body rocking with each thrust, her moans filling the room, her breasts swaying. Jo’s cock twitched, his body straining against the ropes, his mind a whirlwind of emotions—humiliation, arousal, love.

Olu’s pace quickened, his grunts mixing with Natasha’s cries. “Cum for me again,” he commanded, and Natasha’s body obeyed, her second orgasm crashing through her, her pussy pulsing around his cock. Olu groaned, his own release spilling deep inside her, his thrusts slowing as he filled her. Natasha collapsed forward, panting, her body trembling with aftershocks.

As Olu pulled out, Natasha turned to him, her face radiant, her body glistening with sweat. They kissed again, slow and intimate, her hands cupping his face. Jo watched, his heart heavy but his body still aching with need. Olu whispered something in Natasha’s ear, and she nodded, a secret smile playing on her lips.

Then, the surprise. Natasha walked to Jo, her naked body glowing, her confidence unshakable. She untied his gag, her fingers gentle but firm. “Jo,” she said softly, her green eyes locking onto his. “I love you. But this… this is part of me now.” She leaned down, kissing him deeply, her lips tasting faintly of Olu. Jo’s heart raced, his emotions a tangled mess of love and surrender.

Olu stepped forward, his presence commanding. “She’s mine,” he said to Jo, his voice calm but unyielding. “But you’re still her husband. You’ll share her with me.” Jo’s eyes widened, his throat dry, but he nodded, unable to speak. Natasha smiled, straddling Jo’s lap, her hands freeing his wrists. She guided his hands to her breasts, letting him feel her, reconnecting them in this new reality.

As the night ended, Natasha and Olu exchanged a look, a promise of more to come. Jo, still bound by love and now by this new dynamic, felt a strange peace settle over him. His wife was fulfilled, radiant, and somehow, they were still together—changed, but together. The suite’s windows framed the dark ocean beyond, a vast unknown mirroring the new path they’d all just begun.