Cheating

 

Wife on top

Chapter 1

 

 

Walking in to find your wife fucking another man is supposed to end your marriage.  It saved ours. 

 

Wendy and I had been having a rough time since the birth of our second child six years ago.  Things were complicated at home and at work, and it seemed we never had time for each other.  It's a typical story that every married couple faces at some point, and that ends in divorce for about half of them.

 

For us the sex was the first to go.  It slowed to a trickle and then just stopped completely.  After that the fights over every little thing from socks on the floor to her leaving the garage door open blew up into shouting matches.  We still loved each other but had somehow forgotten how to like each other.  It was pretty much just our kids holding our common interests together.

 

I suppose I had been the first to break our marriage vows, as I had been to a few Asian spas for massages with happy endings in the two years after we stopped having sex.  By the presidential standard the handjobs I had were not "sex" but it was still cheating.  I had also started noticing other women in a way that I had not since we had been married.  I had no intentions to pursue any of them, but the thought certainly had crossed my mind on occasions.  I had never even considered that Wendy might be having such thoughts and dalliances as well.  Men never do.

 

Appropriately enough, it took a bomb threat to shatter my illusions.  The office building where I worked in downtown Houston received a threatening call early on a Wednesday afternoon.  There was a group of ambulance chaser attorneys on the top floors of the building that seemed to get them once a month.  Texans hate lawyers.  I knew it would be at least an hour before they let me back to my office and decided to just take the rest of the day off.  I said goodbye to my coworkers and headed across the lot to my car.

 

Life turns on a series of random events, and after the bomb threat the second one that day was that I had left my cell phone on the charging pad at home.  I usually call Wendy on days I come home early, just to see if she needs anything, but that was not to be.  It was a short drive home and there was no traffic.  The kids would still be in school for another hour and a half. 

 

When I turned in to the driveway I noticed a Lexus sedan parked on the curb between our house and the neighbors.  I didn't think much of it, there had been an endless parade of real estate agents at the vacant house next door over the past few months.  Rather than pull into the garage I left my car in the driveway.  I was going to run in and grab my phone and then go back out for a few errands before surprising the kids by picking them up at school.  That was random event number three.  The noise of the garage door would have certainly alerted the parties in the house to my arrival, and could have changed the course of the day and the rest of our lives.  Instead I walked in through the front door to find an empty living room.

 

My first sign that something was amiss was the wine on the coffee table.  The bottle was just over half empty and there were not one but two glasses.  Wendy must have had a girlfriend over for lunch, I thought.  But she was not one to drink during the daytime.  I walked over to the table.  There was red lipstick on one of the glasses.  This was odd behavior for Wendy as well. She never wore lipstick during the day, only when we went out at night.  And hardly ever was it this shade of red.

 

One of Wendy's friends, I thought.  She had plenty of friends who never left the house without full make up.  One must have stopped over to celebrate something or another.  Just two girls enjoying a bottle of wine. I told myself.

 

Then I heard noise upstairs.  At first I thought it was a TV that had been left on, but then I heard a woman say "Oh my God, Oh fuck!" followed by some groaning sounds.  And creaking, just like our bed did back in the days we used to fuck on it.  The sound was faint, but clearly there.

 

My legs carried me silently up the stairs, operating under their own power.  As I climbed higher the sounds from our bedroom became more clear and distinct.

 

A man's voice. "Oh fuck that's good.  Fuck yeah."

 

A woman's voice.  Wendy's voice. "Yes baby, yes yes yessss!"

 

The damn bed creaking in rhythm.

 

By the time I made it to the top of the steps my heart had sunk to the pit of my stomach.  No question what was going on.  Wendy was fucking someone in our bed.  The only question was who.  I wanted to shout, to scream, to say anything, but instead I walked silently down the hallway towards our bedroom.  The door was open just a crack.  I paused for a moment, steeling my nerves, and then peered in.

 

She was on top, bouncing up and down with her long hair swishing over her shoulders.  It was her favorite position, and she had always loved to make me cum while she watched me from above.  Now she was looking down on another man.  Her right breast was hanging out of a red bra with the strap pulled down over her shoulder.  It was being gripped by a large black hand as she rode up and down the equally long black shaft.

 

I froze in my tracks, stuck dumb by the sight in front of me.  I wanted desperately to yell for them to stop, or to at least look away and run back down the stairs.  Instead I stood there, watching through the crack in the door as my wife fucked a black man.

 

They were both covered in sweat.  They had clearly been at this for a while now.  The stocking on her right leg had pulled free from the garter belt and was rolled down to her knee, the loose straps dangling back and forth as they fucked.  Her lipstick was smeared across the side of her face.  Where else was that lipstick smeared, I thought morbidly.  Her pussy was stretched tight around his shaft, and she was taking him in unbelievably long strokes.  Almost as shocking as the sight were the words coming out of her mouth.  "Give me that big fucking cock baby.  Oh fuck give me that big black cock!"

 

My wife had never been a prude, but I had never heard such raw language from her in all of our years together.  Filth poured from her mouth as she kept up the pace of their fucking.

 

My hand pushed the door open just a smidge more.  It seemed like it was operating under some outside control.  I was disgusted, but transfixed, and the extra opening gave me a better view of the man fucking my wife.  I recognized him immediately, but did not know his name.  It was the real estate agent that had been showing the house next door for the past couple months.  Seems like he knew how to close some deals.

 

My mind raced, I seemed to recall Wendy chatting with him outside one day when I arrived home from work.  He had been showing the house and was closing up after the potential buyers had left.  It had looked like nothing more than friendly chit chat at the time.  Chit chat or not, it had led to him fucking my wife's brains out.  He could have easily seen me through the crack in the door if he had looked over, but his eyes were fixed on Wendy's tits.  The right one clasped in his hand, the other bouncing freely.

 

From where I watched I could see mostly her back and side as she rode cowgirl style, sometimes thrusting her hips from front to back, and sometimes pushing up until his shaft was nearly out and then dropping back down to take him deep inside her.  It was on these strokes that I could see just how long and thick this man's dick was.  Suddenly Wendy turned her head over towards me.  I panicked, thinking she might see me at the door, but that was not where her gaze landed.  She was clearly looking at the mirror over her dresser, watching herself fuck a big black cock with a deep look of satisfaction on her sweaty face.  Her breathing picked up, she clearly liked what she saw in the mirror.  She looked back down at her lover: "I'm going to cum baby, cum for me too OK?  Oh fuck I'm cumming!"

 

She started to scream as she climaxed.  Had those screams been the first things I heard when I walked in I would have thought she was being attacked.  The man's hand moved from her breast to her ass and gripped tightly as her motions became more erratic.  The contrast of his dark skin against the smooth white skin of her ass was stark.  Soon he began to groan as he pulled her up and down on his cock with forceful strokes.  The shiny black skin of his cock soon became white as gobs of sticky cum leaked from her pussy and coated his shaft with each stroke.  My mind grimly registered the fact that he wore no condom.

 

Their pace slowed, and after a few more strokes stopped.  Wendy rolled off him and onto the bed.  I had another brief panic that she would see me, but soon realized that she was in a zone.  I could have been standing next to the bed waving a red flag and she would not have noticed.  I had seen too much, more than any man should ever have to witness, and finally my legs were able to carry me away from the door and quietly down the stairs.  I was hurt, furious, and scared for the future of my marriage.  But one other thing I recall from that day was the uncomfortable feeling in my pants as I tiptoed down the stairs.  I had an erection.

 

I walked outside and got in my car, backing quickly down the driveway and speeding away from the house.  I needed time to think and decide what to do next.  My mind was racing with thoughts ranging from despair to violence, but mostly disbelief.  Disbelief that the woman I thought I knew could do what I had just witnessed.  I needed some time to think.  I hit the onramp for the freeway and drove aimlessly for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do next.

 

***

 

Without really meaning to I drove to a bar that I had frequented in the days before I had met Wendy.  There were tons of open seats at the bar, most folks were still at work, and ordered a beer.  The bartender handed me my drink and left me with my thoughts.  I must have looked like a wreck, because the look he gave me seemed like the one a prison guard would give a condemned man sitting down to his last meal.  He took the liberty of opening a tab; he could clearly see that I would be here for a few rounds.

 

I sat there with my eyes on the baseball game on the TV behind the bar, but the images in my mind were of Wendy.  My wife - bouncing up and down with a black hand on her tit and a black cock in her cunt - watching herself in the mirror as she fucked like an animal in our bed.  My wife, covered in sweat, with another man's cum oozing from her stretched hole.  I wanted to will the images away, but they remained, and soon I became aware that my traitorous cock was once again stiffening in my pants.  What the fuck?  I was trying to summon anger but it wouldn't come.  Even denial would have been a start, but I seemed to have skipped all the way to acceptance.  I knew from what I had seen on her face as she admired herself in the mirror that this would not be a one-time thing, and would not be anything I would be able to change.  The only question for me now was to stay with her or to leave.  The fact that I still had to think about it depressed me.  It was right there at that bar that I became a cuckold.  I didn't even know the word at the time, and it would be a good while before I did, but I became one nonetheless.  I was humiliated and wounded, but felt myself wanting my wife more than I had in years.  And I was horny, rock hard from witnessing something that an ordinary man would have found horrific.

 

I finished three beers, and regained my composure enough to ask for my check.  I had made up my mind to go home and try not to let her sense that I knew what she had done.  I felt that I had at least the tactical advantage of knowing something that she thought was hidden.  I had to have a few days to think my next move over, and just running off to a hotel would show my hand.  It was now 5pm, and I would normally be leaving work at this time.  Showing up at home with beer on my breath would raise far too many questions.  Instead I texted Wendy that I would be staying a few hours late at the office to make up for lost time due to the bomb threat earlier.  She replied a few seconds later with two letters, "OK."

 

I drove to a coffee shop near my office and spent the next couple hours typing up some reports on my laptop.  I had to redo everything later, the three beers and my distracted brain led to some pretty poor work, but the distraction was a blessing.  By 8 I had summoned enough courage to drive home. 

 

I walked in to find her upstairs yet again, but this time helping our kids with their homework.  Just normal mom stuff, quite a contrast to what I had seen today.  I looked briefly around the living room  nothing out of place, and no sign of the wine glasses.  Walking through the dining room I saw the wine glasses, washed, dried, and back in the china cabinet free of any lipstick.  I walked to the fridge and got a beer to help me come back down from the caffeine buzz.  She had left out a plate of dinner which I re-warmed and ate. 

 

She walked into the kitchen just as I was finishing.

 

"Sorry you had a bad day." She said, kissing me on the check.  "Those lawyers get another bomb threat?"

 

Bad day, I thought.  You have no idea.  "Yeah something like that."  I replied. 

 

"Are you OK?  You look a little dazed?"

 

"Just a bad day is all.  I have had my hands full taking over Wilson's work since he got canned and losing a couple hours for that bomb threat threw my whole day off."  Part lie, part truth, I had had my hands full since my coworker got downsized a few weeks back.  And today lying just didn't seem like that bad of an offense on my part.  She seemed to accept that explanation uncritically.

 

"Hope it gets better soon.  You are working yourself to death there lately."  She patted me on the shoulder and walked into the next room.  Such was what conversations had become in our home these days.

 

I could not believe how calm she was, completely confident that what she would get away with what she had done today.  And she looked different as well.  More there, as if something previously dormant was awakening.

 

We watched TV together for a bit, occasionally talking about how the kids were doing in school but not much else.  Around 9 I went upstairs to tuck the kids into bed and soon thereafter made an excuse to turn in early because of a headache.  Well, that much was true, my head was throbbing.  She kissed me goodnight but stayed downstairs to finish the show she was watching. 

 

I paused when I got to the bed.  They had been fucking on my side, and I reluctantly pulled back the covers wondering what I would find on the sheets.  Nothing.  The sheets were clean and crisp, freshly washed and smelling of fabric softener.  She was covering her tracks well, I thought.  She didn't want to get caught, which meant she didn'tt want to just leave.  I climbed into bed and closed my eyes.

 

I was still wide awake when she quietly joined me an hour or so later, but pretended to be asleep.  Images from the day once again played in my mind.  My imagination began to fill in the parts that had occurred before I arrived.  I pictured them making out on the couch, his hands roaming over her body and working up under her skirt.  Unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her lacy red bra.  Moving up the stairs to the bedroom, pausing at the door for a passionate kiss.  Now at the bed, him pushing her skirt down over her garter belt and stockings.  Her kneeling before him, ruby red lips wrapped around his shaft, taking him deep into her throat.  Now on the bed, wantonly fucking in every conceivable position. They were scenes from every porno I could remember, but starring my wife and her nameless black lover.  My dick was rock hard and my balls ached.  I was dying to masturbate, but had to just lay there and take it. 

 

Several hours later I drifted off into a fitful sleep, confused and nervous, but oddly comforted by the fact that she cared enough about our marriage to try not to be caught.  My last thought before I slept was wondering when she was going to do it again.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Wendy climbed into bed about an hour after Rick had turned in for the night, her heart still racing a little.  This was not the first day she had fucked around, but it was the first time she had done so in their home.  She had worried that Rick would see something amiss in the house when he got back from work, but he seemed to be acting normally.  A little stressed from a long day, but not suspicious.  She had been meticulous about cleaning the house after Marc left, even going so far as to take the empty wine bottle to the recycling station near her kids' school when she went to pick them up.  Still, a stray scent, a piece of paper that fell out of a pocket, there was always a risk she would miss something.

She was relieved when he had texted her to say he was staying late at the office.  It had taken her longer than anticipated to get Marc out of the house, he seemed to have been hoping for a round two but there just wasn't time.  She barely had time to throw the sheets in the wash before heading out to pick up the kids.  She also needed to dry them, make the bed, and check the house over for any signs of their indiscretions.  She also needed a shower.  March must have shot a cupful of sperm inside her, as it had continued to ooze out on her panties for an hour after they finished.  She had not intended to go bareback, but things had gone so fast today that she had skipped going out to her car to get the condoms.  It was far too risky to keep them in the house.  Just going in to buy them a few months back had taken a ton of courage.  The risk of someone she knew seeing her and wondering why a married woman was buying rubbers had caused her to drive to a pharmacy halfway across town.

 

The risk is part of the fun, she thought.  The sex today had been raw and intense, she had come twice, and the added thrill of doing it on the sly was what had pushed her over the edge that second time.  She remembered looking in the mirror and seeing herself, a beautiful married woman, dressed like a whore and riding a black stranger's cock.  The thought of her husband seeing that sight had pushed her to orgasm.  Doing it bareback had helped as well.  She was on the pill, but still, those things weren't foolproof.  It had felt so good though, the natural touch of skin, and the indescribable feeling of taking a man's seed inside.  She would have a hard time going back to condoms after today.  She had used them the three other times she had cheated, and the sex was still good, especially her first.

 

She thought about the day that she had first broken her vows, the memories flooding back like scenes from a movie.  The buildup to her first affair had been going on for months, yet she had nearly backed out at the last second.  She had pulled into the parking lot of the Hilton and just sat there for ten minutes, steeling her nerves.  Her lover whom she had met online, and only spoken to a few times, was waiting for her inside.  He had texted her his room number about an hour ago, and would soon begin to wonder if she was going to show up at all.  So many things were wrong with what was about to do, yet she ultimately could not resist her desires.  She opened the car door to get out, and then paused to remove her wedding ring.  She shivered as the ring slid off her finger.  It was the first time in years that she had ventured out without it on her hand.   

 

She placed the ring in the glove box and started to get out again, then realized with a start that she had nearly forgotten the condoms she had gone to so much trouble to buy.  She thought Tony might have some, but had not discussed this him and did not want to take any chances.  She opened the box and took one out to put in her purse.  She paused and for good measure took out another two. Just in case.  She locked the car behind her and walked towards the hotel with her heart pounding.

 

She had found Tony on an internet dating site for married people who were looking for affairs.  She saw a news story about the site one morning as she was having breakfast, and watched with amusement at the manufactured outrage of the news crew as they discussed the damage this website was doing to marriage.  She had barely paid attention to the story at the time, but for some reason she kept thinking of the website over the next few days.  Her relationship with Rick had grown distant.  She still loved him deeply, but there was little thrill left in their marriage.  Sex was practically absent.  They had gotten to where they could not even discuss the matter without fighting.  She had been thinking about sex a lot and she wondered how many other women and men in her situation were on that site.  One day while the kids were at school and Rick was at work she looked up the website, just to take a look, or so she told herself. 

 

She made an account on the site, but did not upload any pictures.  She did browse through a lot of profiles that day, losing track of time.  She glanced at the clock and saw that she was late to pick up the kids.  She quickly logged off, swearing she would come back and delete the account the next day.  The following morning she went to the computer intending to do just that, but instead found herself poring over more profiles.  The sheer number of married people looking to cheat and of single and married men eager to meet married women made her head spin.  Rather than delete the account, she uploaded a picture of herself, looking sexy in a red dress she had worn at a party last year, and made her profile public.

 

This was on a Friday, and by the time she was able to check back on Monday there were over twenty messages in her inbox.  She read through them one at a time, feeling a twinge of guilt at this first step down the road to infidelity.  The last message she came to was from Tony.  He listed himself as a single male looking to meet attached women, no strings attached.  He left her the best message of the bunch, just suggestive enough to arouse her senses but not vulgar.  He was athletic and very attractive, if the picture was really him.  And he was black.  This last bit was what intrigued her the most.  When she had browsed profiles the past week there were hardly any listings from black men, yet this one had found her.  She had not expected that, but this was just internet chat, and he was the most interesting of the group.  She clicked reply and sent him a flirty message back.

 

They had messaged each other once or twice per day over the next few weeks, the messages becoming increasingly suggestive as time went on.  He had asked her for some more pictures, sexier and more revealing, and she had eagerly obliged.  It was good to be desired again.  She took several snapshots of her in a bra and panties with a digital camera as she posed in the bathroom mirror.  She felt no inhibitions, as this was online only, and had no guilt.  Just fantasy, not cheating, she thought.  The reply she got from the pictures changed all that.

 

In their previous messages she had learned that Tony lived in LA but traveled to Houston frequently for work.  This message said he would be coming in to town the following week and wanted her to meet him, at his hotel.  She had never dated a black man before, not for any specific reason, the thought had never even crossed her mind.  She had grown up in a fairly affluent suburb and gone to a mostly white private school, and had started dating Rick soon after entering college.  The possibility was just one that she had never had to consider, until now. 

 

She quickly typed in a polite reply telling him no, and asking to keep their "affair" virtual, but found herself suddenly unable to click Send.  Was she really considering this?  Her palms started to sweat a little, and her mouth felt dry.  She deleted the message and typed "Let me think about it, OK?" and then hit send.  By the time he replied later that day saying she could take her time deciding, her mind was already made up.  She wrote him back this time to say yes, and had left her cell number.

 

She had been jumpy that night; worried that Tony would call and Rick would answer her phone.  She was even jumpier now as she exited the elevator on the 22nd floor of the hotel and turned to walk towards Tony's room.  She had needlessly worried about being confronted by the hotel staff, having had a nightmare the previous evening about being mistaken for an escort.  They had merely smiled and said good day as she walked in.  She was wearing a pink dress that was a bit too revealing for a work dress but was by no means trashy.  Underneath she wore the lingerie that she had modeled in the pics she sent to Tony.  It was his request to see her in them for real.  Her nipples stiffened as she considered that a man other than her husband would soon see her take those off.  She reached his door, realizing it was her last chance to call it all off and quickly knocked before she could lose her nerve.

 

He opened the door, greeting her with a smile.  He was taller than his pictures gave him credit for, at least six feet, and every bit as handsome as she had seen in the pics. 

 

"I'm glad you made it Wendy.  I was starting to worry that you had backed out."

 

He led her in, putting on the Do Not Disturb sign and closing the door.  She jumped a little when he threw the latch.  They had talked quite a bit over the phone setting up their rendezvous, and Wendy assumed they would just sit and chat for a while.  Tony surprised her by turning around and gently pulling her close.  "You look amazing." he said, and they began to kiss.  She had been anticipating this moment eagerly, but had not expected it to happen so fast.  She kissed timidly at first, but with increasing passion as her hesitation faded and her lust deepened. 

 

She felt his large hands begin to explore her body, working down the small of her back, then to her ass, pulling her in tight. They continued to kiss as he worked his hand slowly up her side, teasing her as it made its way to her breast.  He massaged her through the fabric of her dress and bra, causing her nipples to perk up.  She gasped at this, and then said in a near whisper in his ear.  "That feels so good.  Please keep going."  With his other hand he pulled her leg up and around his side.  Her crotch was now rubbing against his thigh, and she felt dampness begin to soak into her panties.

 

Now that he had her Tony proceeded more slowly. Their tongues danced in each other's mouth, and his hands worked their way over her body, sampling every curve.  After a while he pulled back, looking into her eyes.  "This is all I've been thinking about since you sent me those pictures.  I couldn't help but kiss you as soon as you walked in.  I hope I'm not moving too fast for you."

 

Wendy took a step back and pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.  She stood there wearing only her bra, panties, and a pair of heels, looking at the man with whom she was about to break her wedding vows.  She had not had sex in over a year, and had not been with anyone other than her husband in nearly ten years.  She was doing her best not to tremble with anticipation.  The fact that this was so taboo, her married, him black, made this much more than just sex.  Her whole life was about to change permanently. 

 

"Just be gentle, OK?  I haven't done this in a while."

 

She walked back to him and they began kissing again.  This time she began to unbutton his shirt, pushing it open to reveal his hairless, muscular chest.  She kissed one nipple, then the other, liking the way it made him squirm a little when she did.  She grasped his crotch as she licked, rubbing his cock through his pants. 

 

She surprised herself by what she did next, dropping to her knees and unbuttoning his pants.  She had not thought herself to be capable of being this aggressive.  She unzipped his pants and reached in to pull his cock free.  She stroked the shaft with her hand, watching it continue to grow as she did.  She was mesmerized by the sight of her pale skin wrapped around his dark black cock.  He was big, but not huge, much to her relief.  She had heard all the stereotypes, figuring they were mostly exaggerations, but was sure that there must be a grain of truth. 

 

She tried to remember the last time she had given Rick a blowjob; it had been years at least.  She began to kiss the head and shaft, feeling his hot flesh against her lips and tongue, and tasting the salty pre-cum that had begun to glisten at the tip.  She licked slowly up the bottom of his shaft, and this time took him into her mouth.  She worked up and down the shaft as far as she could go, feeling him near the back of her throat with each stroke.  He was now rock hard and she felt every ridge and vein with her tongue and lips.  He had unsnapped her bra as she blew him, allowing her C-cup breasts to swing free.  Tony had his fingers laced into her long blonde hair, gently pushing himself a little deeper with each stroke.  She felt him starting to breathe harder and tighten up and knew that he would cum soon if she kept going.

 

She pulled him out of her mouth but continued stroking him slowly with her hand.  "Fuck me before you come, OK?"  She stood and led him over to the bed, still stroking his cock.  She fished a condom out of her purse, tearing the package open with her teeth.  She put it over the tip of her tongue and rolled it down over his shaft with her lips.  He did not protest.  It was a trick she had learned her freshman year in college, and seemed to be the best way to get a guy to actually put a rubber on.

 

Tony leaned over and they kissed again as he pushed her to where she was lying on her back.  He worked his way down her body, pausing to gently lick each nipple, then her navel, and finally working his fingers inside the elastic of her panties.  She lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him to slide them off.  He tossed them to the side and climbed back between her legs.  She spread wide to accommodate him, and soon felt him enter her.  She was tight but soaking wet and the lubrication allowed him to enter her with only a little twinge of pain.  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began fucking her in long steady strokes.  The pain quickly faded, replaced with a feeling of fullness and pleasure. 

 

Wendy looked up at the man fucking her as if in a dream.  A stranger whom she had only met in person a few minutes ago was now deep inside her, touching in places meant only for her husband.  It felt so damn good, to be wanted, to be penetrated, having his dark figure press her down into the bed with every thrust.  Sweat began to bead on his dark black skin as his pace quickened.  A long dormant sensation began to build, slowly at first but with a quickening pace.  Suddenly he sat back, pulling her ass up from the bed and arching her back.  The shaft of his penis was now pressed firmly against her clit as he fucked her from a sitting position.  Her body began to shudder with her first orgasm in years, catching her a little by surprise.  She dug her nails into the sheets and bit her lower lip as waves of pleasure washed through her body.  Tony continued fucking, keeping her at peak until cumming himself, collapsing forward on her with his dick still firmly inside.

 

They lay there, flesh entwined, as he slowly softened within her.  When he finally pulled out to remove the cum filled condom she felt a sense of emptiness, a hollow space already longing to be filled again.  He went to throw the used rubber in the toilet and returned to bed with her.  She wrapped her leg around his and began to run her fingers aimlessly up and down his chest and abs, enjoying the feel of his smooth moist skin.  They lay there for the next half hour, talking little and not really needing to.  She glanced at the clock and saw that she still had three hours before she would have to be home.  She wanted to have him another time.  She did not know when she would get the nerve to do something like this again. 

 

She worked her hand down to his soft cock and began to slowly massage it.  She leaned over to kiss his ear, his chest, and finally his mouth as she did so.  He responded almost immediately, growing firm in her hand.  She slid down in the bed and took him in her mouth, bringing him fully erect with her tongue, loving the way he squirmed underneath her.  She looked up at him with her deep blue eyes, holding his gaze as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.  She wondered what it must look like to him, her red lips wrapped around his black shaft, her milky white tits swaying in the background.  She found herself wishing for a mirror in the room, wanting this experience from all angles.  She thought she could do this the rest of the afternoon, but her jaw began to get a little sore and other parts of her body were crying out for attention.

 

Wendy sat up and moved to straddle herself over his rigid shaft.  She grabbed his cock and nearly had it in her slit when she realized she had forgotten to get another rubber.  She had been off the pill for about six months, seeing no point in taking it since she and Rick were not having sex.  She had only restarted about two weeks ago, in anticipation of today's meeting with Tony, and was not sure if they would be effective yet.  She was taking no chances with this, and shuddered to think how close she had come to fucking Tony bareback.  She got up to grab her purse and retrieve the second rubber.  Tony protested briefly, but reluctantly agreed so long as she put it on the same way she had earlier.  She agreed, and soon was poised back above his shaft.

 

She lowered herself onto his cock, feeling it slide slowly inside of her until her ass was resting on his balls, his tightly curled pubic hair tickling the inside of her thigh.  She sat there for a while, enjoying the feeling of fullness again, before starting to ride up and down his shaft.  She lost track of time, fucking this way until she found herself sweating and breathing hard from the exertion.  She wanted to see him cum from on top, and had to finish him off soon.  She began to thrust her hips from front to back, rubbing her pubic bone across his shaft with each stroke.  This had always made Rick cum almost instantly in the past, and she saw that the effect was nearly the same with Tony.  He pulled her down on him, wrapping his hands around her hips, and began thrusting from below for the last few strokes before he shot his second load. 

 

Wendy rolled off him and onto her back, catching her breath.  She had not came this time, but was fulfilled nonetheless.  Sadly there would be no more sex that day.  They had chatted a while in bed, then showered together, exploring each other's wet soapy bodies.  It soon became apparent that Tony would not be up for round three until it was too late, she now had just under an hour to get home, change, and get to her kids' school. 

 

She dried off and dressed, feeling like a college girl about to do the walk of shame from the frat house.  She had certainly been there before.  They said their goodbyes, promising to meet again the next time he was in town.

 

Some sort of spell broke when she exited Tony's hotel room.  Walking down the hall she passed a young couple, and somehow felt like every eye was on her, somehow knowing the deeds she had just committed.  By the time the elevator reached the lobby all she could think about was making it to her car, and hoping no one would see her.  She almost trotted across the lobby, not wanting to make eye contact, and made her way to her car as fast as she could go without running.  As bad as their sex life had become, she realized how important her marriage was to her.  She would be devastated if Rick ever found out and divorced her, and for something like this he could probably convince a judge to give him the kids as well. 

 

She drove home that day with conflict raging within.  The empty feeling had not returned, but somehow she knew it soon would.  The thrill of fucking a strange man, a strange black man, was more than she could have imagined.  She had not had the willpower to resist before she knew what it felt like, and now there would be no going back.  She did not want to lose the man that she still loved, but knew she would eventually feel the emptiness again, and would find a way to fill it.

 

She felt sleep coming on as the final memories of that day with Tony played in her mind.  As she drifted off to a fitful sleep her thoughts were the same as in the car that day.  She wanted it all, her marriage and her new sex life, resenting the precious few couples that could find both of those things in the same relationship.  She was resigned to the fact that those two desires were incompatible for her, and would eventually collide with tragic consequences.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

I woke up the next morning foggy from my tortured sleep.  While showering for work I resolved to at least find out just how many times Wendy had done this, whether she was going to do it again and most importantly whether she was going to leave me soon.  I should have hated her, but wanted to keep her as my wife now more than ever, and I was not about to surrender her to the competition without a fight.

 

I skipped breakfast that morning and headed straight for her laptop, hoping to find some sort of clue.  She was still sound asleep upstairs, and I knew I had a little time to snoop around.  Finding what I needed was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. 

 

She had deleted the web browser history, but the program that stored her passwords was easily accessible.  She had given me a password in the past to check something for her when she was out, and I punched it in.  It opened up, and I had access to every online account that she maintained.  The first 20 or so were fairly vanilla, shopping sites and such, but as I scrolled down to recent additions the reading became more interesting.  You could track the decay of our sex life and the rise of her extramarital life by the list of sites she had passwords too.  Several erotic fiction sites were there at the top, then an internet personals site for married people looking for affairs.  After that were three websites with interracial content.

 

My heart was pounding in my chest.  How many times had she cheated?  Were they all black?  I needed to know more.  I quickly jotted down the dating site as well as a couple of the interracial sites along with her login information before shutting down her computer.

 

I was a train wreck at work that morning, and eventually made an excuse to leave for lunch early.  I took my laptop and found a coffee shop with Wi-Fi and sat where no one could see over my shoulder.  The first site I loaded was the dating site, and quickly discovered how popular my wife had become.  Her inbox was full of messages, and I soon found several messages between her and a man named Tony.  He was the only black man who had messaged her, and the only one she had replied to.  The first several messages were mostly sex chat, playful but nothing serious.  Then I found the pictures she had sent, innocent but sexy at first, revealing and erotic at the end.  Then the last message from Tony, requesting to see her in person, and her reply saying yes, with her cell number.  My mind reeled, wondering what had happened after that, scouring my mind to remember how she had acted a few months back when this meeting was supposed to happen.

 

I returned to her profile, finding several other messages since that date from other men, none of whom she had replied to.  None of them had been black, however.

 

I checked the interracial sites next, already knowing what I would find.  She had profiles on the personals section of each, and her picture was stunning.  Her face was obscured, but I knew it was her.  She was wearing a skimpy black cocktail dress that I had not seen her wear in a few years.  She still filled it out perfectly, her cleavage peeking out perkily from the top of her dress.  The picture was recent; I recognized some things in the background that had not been in our house for long.  Her engagement and wedding rings were clearly visible on her hand.

 

It looked like she had joined these sites about two weeks after her planned meeting with "Tony," and the content of the messages she had been exchanging seemed like they were coming from a different person. There was lots of raunchy talk; most of it was not very flattering to me.  That stung a little but I read on.  What caught my eye was an exchange of messages between her and another woman on the site named QofSpades who also lived in Houston.  It was in these messages that I learned the details of Wendy's romp with Tony. 

 

QofSpades had apparently been at this for some time, if her emails to Wendy were true, and they had exchanged stories of their first time cheating with black men.  For a while I forgot it was my wife writing these messages, they were so raw and erotic that I found myself getting hard reading about their flings.  Once more, something that should have enraged me was having the opposite effect.  The next few messages I got to threw me another curve.  QofSpades, whoever she was, had messaged Wendy the email address of someone named Denarius, of one her lovers she had met on the site, suggesting she contact him.  A few days later Wendy wrote her to say she had done so.  A week after that Wendy wrote again, the longest message of the bunch, and told her of her second affair.  It read like an erotic novel, and the images of what happened that day were as vivid as if I had seen them myself.

 

***

 

Wendy was a ball of nerves as she got out of her car at Denarius' condo.  It wasn't as bad as the day she met Tony a few weeks back, but cheating was still something she was not fully comfortable with.  Not enough to turn back though.  The woman she had befriended online, whom she still only knew as QofSpades, had set them up, and she could not believe she was going to meet a man on the advice of a complete stranger.

 

Denarius lived in a trendy area in Midtown, far enough from their neighborhood to be discreet.  When they were chatting online he told her he was a surgery resident at the nearby medical center.  He said his schedule made it too difficult to date, but he had found ample lovers in the interracial dating subculture.  QofSpades had been his first, but by no means last, since he had started training three years ago.  His pictures were sexy as hell, tall and muscular and built like a quarterback. 

They had made an instant connection, and as soon as Wendy sent him the same pics she had sent Tony he replied with his cell phone number.  She had called the next afternoon.  He sounded tired but perked up quickly when he realized it was her.  After they had talked for a while, getting to know each other's expectations and interest, he asked her to meet him.  He had to work long shifts for the rest of the week and the weekend, but had a day off coming up the following Monday.  He invited her over to his place for "lunch" and without hesitating she had accepted. 

 

Walking up the path to his condo Wendy wondered how many other married women had made this trip over the past few years.  He had alluded to seeing "several" since QofSpades, but how many was that?  She glanced down at her left hand, seeing her wedding ring still in place.  She had not bothered to remove it today, Denarius already knew she was married, and some of the things she had read online suggested it was a turn on to the men.  She was about to find out for herself.

 

She knocked on his door and waited nervously, shifting from one high-heeled foot to the other, once again wondering what prying eyes might see as they walked past.  There was no answer, making her think this was some elaborate joke.  She was about to turn and walk away when the door swung open to reveal Denarius's tall dark frame.  He was visibly pleased to see her, clearly not disappointed in her looks, and invited her in.

 

"Sorry it took me so long to get to the door.  The place was a mess and I had to pick up a few things in the bedroom."

 

The ease with which he referred to the bedroom almost made her blush.  It was no secret what she had come here for, but the confidence in his voice something she had not expected.  Not quite arrogance, but clearly the tone of a man whom had not been turned down very often.  "The bedroom huh?  What makes you think I am here to see that?" She replied playfully.

 

He reached down, gently wrapping his large hand around her left hand, and lifting it up.  "Not many women with wedding rings on their hands stop by to sit on the couch with me and watch sports."

 

"Does it turn you on, me still wearing it?"  He was gently pulling her closer.  He was younger than her, mid 20's to her 34, and very fit.  The outlines of his chest were imprinted on his T-shirt. 

 

"I respect the ones that leave it on more.  No games.  They know what they're here for."  He spun her diamond around to get a better look.  "The man who bought this must be a wealthy guy.  Does he know what you're up to when he's at work?"

 

She jumped a little at that.  "I didn't come here to talk about my husband."

 

"So this wasn't his idea?"

 

"Are you kidding me?  Why the hell would you think that?"

 

"Let's just say it wouldn't be the first time.  Anyway, I'm glad that you aren't here doing this for some loser to get his kicks.  It makes it more fun when it's cheating."

 

Wendy's mind reeled a little at the thought of a man sending his wife out to have sex with another man.  She had always thought swingers swapped partners, not simply hand their wives over to other men.  Still, something about the thought of Rick knowing turned her on even more.  "Fuck him." She said, and started to unbutton her blouse.  "If he had any interest in this I wouldn't be here today."

 

Denarius pushed her blouse open and cupped her breasts through the white lace of her bra.  "Damn, those are nice.  He's a fool to ignore these."  He freed one hand and pulled her close, still cupping her other breast, and they kissed deeply.  He pulled her bra down, freeing her right breast, and moved down to suckle her rigid nipple. 

 

Wendy moaned and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, digging in gently with her manicured nails.  "That feels so good.  Please don't stop."

 

He pulled the other cup down and moved over to swirl his tongue over that side as well.  He took his time, moving with the skill of someone who had done this before.  She wiggled out of her blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and felt him reach around and un-snap her bra with one hand.  She freed her arms and let it fall to the floor as well.  She stood there topless, pausing to savor the look of lust in Denarius's eyes as he took in her form.  She continued the striptease, slowly unzipping the side of her skirt, and letting it slide down her stocking clad legs into a puddle around her heels.  She turned and walked slowly across the room wearing only white panties and her thigh highs.  "Do you want to show me that bedroom now?"

 

He followed her and pulled her around to face him as they neared the bed.  They kissed again, and she felt his hands exploring her curves, moving from her breasts to her ass, and her thighs, and then finally working forward to the dampness of her panties.  "Ahhhmmmm" she moaned as he began to rub her wet slit through the fabric of her panties.  She arched her pelvis forward in time with his strokes, longing to feel him inside her.  She felt her knees give way just a little, and he pulled back slightly and began to gently push down on her shoulders.  She dropped to her knees, facing his crotch and the growing bulge in his pants. 

 

"I don't think you came here to see my bedroom."  He loosened his belt, and Wendy took over from there. 

 

She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down in one motion, freeing the biggest cock she had ever seen outside a movie.  It was at least eight inches and thick, easily as large as some of the cocks in the interracial movies she had watched on her computer over the past few weeks.  She took him in her hand and began to stroke, and nearly gasped at how hot and thick he felt.  She could feel dampness spreading further below as her craving deepened. 

 

Wendy leaned in and began to lick his head and shaft until they were slick with saliva and pre-cum, then took him into her mouth.  She made it a little over halfway down his shaft before he hit the back of her throat, nearly causing her to gag.  She backed off to catch her breath, and then took him just a little deeper. She continued to work up and down his shaft, her gag reflex fading as she took him deeper into her throat with each stroke.  Her lips felt stretched and saliva poured down her chin, but soon she felt a twinge of pride as her lips brushed against his tightly curled pubic hair.  She kept him there for a bit, working her tongue over the underside of his shaft.  She looked up, making eye contact with her piercing blue eyes, and slowly backed off.  She stroked his wet slick shaft with her hand as she stood up to kiss him again.

 

"I'm soaking wet." She whispered in his ear.  "I want you inside me now."

 

Without a word he picked her up and laid her back on the bed.  He pulled open the drawer on the nightstand and took out a rubber.  He ripped it open and rolled it down over his shaft.  She watched mesmerized as the thin rubber stretched to its max, wondering how it didn't break from his size.  He moved over her, hooking his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulling them down over her legs.  He lifted them to his nose, taking in her scent, and threw them into open drawer of his nightstand.  "You'll be going home without those." He said smugly as he moved his face down to her feet.

 

Wendy wondered how many trophies he had collected before, simultaneously titillated and mildly offended at his presumptuousness.

 

He began kissing slowly up her nylon stockings, peaking her arousal, and soon was kissing around her freshly shaved pussy.  She felt hot breath over her swollen labia, followed by his wet firm tongue probing into her slit.  "Oh my fucking God!" she groaned, pushing her hips forward into his face.  "Oh shit that feels good."  He worked his tongue expertly over her clit, around her lips, and into her soaking pussy.  He took his time, bringing her just to the edge before backing off, keeping her at the brink of orgasm.  When she felt like she could take no more she nearly screamed, "Make me cum baby; oh please make me come now!"

 

He obliged, turning his attention to her clit and flicking his tongue up and down each side.  Within seconds her hips began to buck as her body shook with orgasm.  She dug her fingers into his scalp, pulling his face firmly into her crotch until her orgasm subsided.  She slumped back on the bed, nearly spent, but Denarius was just getting warmed up.

 

He slid up between her legs and sat up, pulling her hips up from the bed.  He held her up with one hand and pressed his rigid cock against her cunt.  She was drenched, allowing the head of his cock to slide in with just a twinge of pain.  She felt stretched, every nerve in contact with hot flesh.  He began to push in deeper, now with both hands cupping her ass and pulling her onto his shaft.  She was still too spent to move and merely gave her body over to him, feeling herself filled like never before. 

 

He began fucking her with quickening strokes, sending waves of pleasure through her body that she had never experienced before.  She regained her energy enough to gyrate her hips in time with his thrusts, stretching the skin around her clit tight with each stroke.  "Fuck me baby.  Fuck me good.  Oh my God you are so fucking big!"

 

"You're such a fucking whore.  Your tight little married pussy feels so fucking good on my cock."

 

Wendy winced a little at that, no one had ever spoken to her like that before, in bed or out.  She looked down at the muscular black form between her legs, his cock banging against her cervix with every stroke, and knew it was true.  Only a whore would be on her back in a near stranger's bed getting her brains fucked out while still wearing her wedding ring.  "Make me your whore baby, fucking give me that black cock!"

 

Denarius lifter her up to face him and slid off the bed and stood with his cock still buried inside of her.  He carried her across the room to his closet door and began fucking her standing in front of his full length dressing mirror.  She clasped her fingers behind his neck as he lifted her petite form up and down his rigid shaft.  "Look how fucking hot you are right now."

 

Wendy looked into the mirror, seeing herself as she had never imagined before.  Her blonde hair bouncing with every thrust, the contrast of his dark black skin against her white stockings and pale skin.  His large hands gripping her ass as he bounced her up and down on his cock.  She watched herself being ravished, unable to look away until her body began to shake with another orgasm.  She was too spent to scream, and merely bit her teeth gently into his shoulder and moaned.

 

Finally he sat back on the bed with her on top, never pulling his dick out, and positioned them where she was still facing the mirror.  His black skin was drenched with sweat.  "Now make me cum baby.  Show me how good of a little white whore you are."

 

Her body wanted to collapse on the bed, but he had made her cum like she had never felt before, and she was determined to finish the deed.  She began to slide up and down his shaft, now feeling almost as much soreness as pleasure.  Looking into the mirror she caught another glimpse of herself.  Her perky breasts bounced up and down, her nipples still rock hard.  From this angle she could clearly see her labia stretched tightly around his cock with every stroke, gripping him tightly with her flesh.  She caught her second wind, giving herself a show in the mirror as she fucked him with renewed energy.  The woman she saw in the mirror was never going to be able to go back to "normal" sex again, whatever that used to mean.

 

Out of the blue she thought "What if Rick could see this?", and almost lost her rhythm.  She cleared her mind, but began to wonder how much longer she could keep up this pace.  She didn't have to wonder long, as Denarius moaned loudly and began to pump her from below as he came.  It felt like his cock expanded suddenly, and then began to slowly recede.  She leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

 

When he pulled out she saw what looked like a cupful of jizz filling the tip of the condom.  She watched with dismay as it ripped up the side as he began to slide it off, spilling the contents down his shaft in a thick white stream.  My God, what if that had happened inside of me?  She though.  They had fucked for so long it had been stretched to its breaking point. 

 

"Oops!" he said with a sly grin that made her think this sort of thing had happened to him before, and not always after he had pulled out.  "Guess I need to buy a bigger size."

 

She had no idea what to say and just slumped back onto the bed with her heart racing as he went to the bathroom to clean up. 

 

They chatted in bed as they cooled off, talking about his work as a surgery resident, but she was surprisingly uninterested in what he had to say now that the sex was past.  Her mind was already thinking forward to the next time; with him, or Tony, or whomever.  She glanced at the clock and saw that she would be late to pick up the kids at school if she stayed any longer.  "I have to go.  Thanks for a great time."

 

"Anytime.  For you my door is always open."

 

As she dressed she considered retrieving her panties from his nightstand, but ultimately decided it would be kinkier to leave them behind.  She pulled her skirt up over her stockings, seeing several runs in them from the day's activities, and knew she could not walk outside wearing those.  She slid them off and tossed them playfully at Denarius.  "I guess you get another couple souvenirs."

 

When she walked out his door she felt nearly naked, she had never been in public with a skirt and no panties before.  She turned to see a man in scrubs leaving the door of the condo across the walk.  The logo on the front was the same as Denarius' hospital, they obviously knew each other.  He gave her a knowing smile and a small wave and turned to walk towards the parking lot, shaking his head slightly.  She blushed furiously, already feeling naked and now exposed.  How many women had he seen leaving this apartment with their hair mussed and their makeup not quite right?  She waited until he was in his car before heading to the parking lot herself, walking as fast as her high heels could manage.

 

Later that afternoon while the kids were out back playing she logged in to her computer and wrote to QofSpades, thanking her for setting her up with Denarius.  Almost immediately she received a reply, asking for all the juicy details.  She spent the next 15 minutes writing her reply, including every new sensation she had experienced.  As she typed she felt herself getting wet all over again, already longing for her next experience.  She clicked send on the message and began to browse the personal ads, looking for her next lover.

 

The sound of a car pulling up out front startled her. She quickly shut the laptop and hurried over to the front window.  She was relieved to see that it wasn't Rick; she was in no shape to see him just yet.  Instead she saw a tall black man get out of a Lexus sedan.  Her heart skipped a beat, taking in his looks.  He walked around to the trunk and removed a real estate for sale sign and walked towards their neighbor's house. She had only seen him briefly, but knew that she had found her next target.  No computer dating for this one, she was going to seduce him the old fashioned way.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

      Reading Wendy's account of her romp with Denarius had me rock hard, but what I read next nearly made me cum in my pants there in the coffee shop.  There were a few short messages to QofSpades telling her of the man she was seducing, the real estate agent I had caught her fucking the day before.  Her last message on the site was another long erotic confession, apparently written last night after I had gone to bed. It filled in the blanks of everything I had missed before walking upstairs to find them fucking in our bed. 

 

***

 

Wendy put the finishing touches on her makeup and checked herself in the mirror.  Her outfits were getting sexier.  She had put on a low cut red silk blouse and the lace of her red bra peeking just above, framing her cleavage.  Her skirt was the shortest she had ever worn, just barely covering the red snaps of her garter belt.  She had skipped the panties this time.  Black stockings and a pair of stilettos completed her outfit.  Just picking the clothes and lingerie out earlier in the week had been fun, seeing herself in it now was a thrill.

 

Malik was to be here any minute, assuming he didn't get cold feet.  She had a feeling he wouldn't, having seen the way he reacted to the note she handed to him as he was leaving the neighbor's house the day before.  She had spent three weeks seducing him, teasing him, and finally inviting him over to "get to know each other better" with a handwritten note sprayed with a touch of her perfume.

 

Seducing him had been surprisingly easy.  She knew she had to move fast, real estate moved fast in their part of town.  She didn't want him to sell the house and move on before she had made her move.  She would watch for him to drive up to show the house, and then wait patiently for the visitors to leave.  While he was locking up she would make an excuse to be out in the front yard, usually wearing some sexy running shorts and a tight top, or a skimpy sundress.  She initiated the conversation the first few times they chatted, but within a week it was he who was seeking her out, spending a little more time with each visit, now obviously flirting, his eyes wandering over her curvy body as they talked.  When she knew she had him she had handed him a note inviting him over the next day.  She passed it to him as he was leaving the neighbor's house, telling him to open it after he was in his car.  The tone of the note and the whiff of perfume left no doubt as to her intentions.  She walked up to her front door and turned to see him smelling her letter.  He looked up at her with a smile and a nod, and then drove off.

 

She had barely slept the previous night and was a bundle of nerves waiting for him to arrive.  Her cheating had occurred elsewhere the first two times, but now she was going to have another man in her own bed, magnifying the thrill.  She walked downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass to calm her nerves.  She was equally nervous that Malik would cancel or that he would actually show.  She was halfway through her glass when the doorbell rang.

 

She walked to the door and looked out the peephole.  It was Malik, well dressed as usual in a dark grey business suit.  She opened the door, please by the look on his face when he saw her outfit.  "Hi Malik, I'm glad you came.  Please come in."

 

"How could I say no?"  He said as he walked in.  "I don't get invitations from beautiful women every day." 

 

She locked the door behind her, and turned to find him facing her.

 

"I hope I'm not being presumptuous, but by the looks of your outfit you didn't invite me over here to talk about selling your house."

 

Wendy answered him with her lips, walking up and pulling his head down to her level, meeting his mouth with hers.  "That should let you know what I have in mind."  She said as when their lips parted.  She led him over to the couch.  "I'm glad my note didn't scare you away."

 

"How could I resist?  I've had lots of married women flirt with me over the years.  At first I thought you were just another bored housewife tease.  Until you gave me that note, that is."

 

"Ever been with a married woman before?"  Wendy asked, pouring him some wine and topping hers off.

 

"Only if you count my ex-wife.  Just reassure me that your husband isn't going to rush in here with a gun."

 

"Don't worry about that, he won't be home until well after six.  That should give us plenty of time don't you think?"

 

They kissed again, and this time she felt his hands on her body, feeling her breasts under the thin silk of her blouse.  Soon his other hand pushed between her legs, pushing up her skirt.  His hand ran up along her stockings to her bare thighs, finally finding her exposed wetness. 

 

"Oh god!" she yelped as he slipped a finger inside and began to work it gently in and out of her cunt.  She was soon breathing hard with little moans between each breath as they kissed and fondled on the couch.  She felt his crotch with her hand, pleased to feel a large and still stiffening cock.  "Why don't we go to the bedroom?"

 

She received no argument in reply.

 

She led him upstairs, reflexively smoothing the hem of her skirt down over her stockings as she did so.  Her skirt stayed there only briefly, as soon as they entered the bedroom Malik spun her around and lifted it up over her waist.  He cupped her bare ass in his hands and lifted her up against him.  She wrapped her legs around him and clung to his neck as they made out at the foot of the bed. 

 

He laid her back on the bed and started to undress.  She rolled over, watching him as he removed his clothing, eagerly anticipating the sight of his cock bulging under his boxers.  She had been thinking of this for days, and wasn't disappointed in what she saw.  His was the largest cock she had ever seen, almost as big as the porn star cocks she had seen on the videos she watched over the past few months.  "Holy shit that's big!" she squealed with delight as he walked over towards her.

 

"First time with a black man?"

 

"First time with one as big as you." 

 

She took him in her hand and began to stroke, mesmerized at the size.  Her small hand could not wrap entirely around it.  She began to lick up the length of his shaft, taking him into her mouth as she reached the tip.  Her lips felt tight around his shaft, and she felt him against the back of her throat when she he was just over halfway in.  She gagged a little before backing off.  Spit poured from her mouth, leaving a string from her lip to his cock.

 

"Think you can take all of that?" Malik teased.

 

"Think you can keep from cumming long enough to fuck me?"

 

"You shouldn't worry yourself about that!" He said, pushing his dick back into her mouth before she could retort.

 

Wendy began working him deeper into her throat with every stroke, her gag reflex easing with each pass.  She felt him unsnap her bra and let it fall free over her shoulders.  He reached down and cupped his hands under her breasts, gently teasing her rigid nipples as she sucked.  She soon felt his pubic hair brushing against her nose.  She backed off far enough to catch her breath and then took him to the hilt, pressing her face against his groin and working her tongue along the base of his shaft.  Malik suddenly grabbed her tits more firmly, using them for leverage, and began to fuck her throat.  The urge to gag suddenly became intense but she was able to control it.  Saliva poured from her mouth and she began making guttural noises unlike any she had heard before. 

 

Suddenly Malik groaned and pushed deep into her throat.  She felt jet after jet of hot jizz erupting in her throat, and did her best to swallow and breathe at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity he backed out, allowing her to catch her breath and swallow the rest of his load.

 

Wendy felt disappointment wash over her, worried that she would not get to fuck him today as he had already came.  The sight of his cock amazed her, he was stiff as ever.  "I was worried," She purred "I thought you were going to be finished before you even fucked me."

 

"I told you not to worry.  You're so fuckin hot I could go the rest of the afternoon.  Now let me see that pretty white pussy of yours."

 

Wendy lay back on the bed as Malik climbed on top of her.  Her throat was sore and her mouth still tasted of his cum, but all she could think about was having his cock inside of her.  "Fuck me baby, let me feel that big cock OK?"

 

He slid his cock up and down her swollen and eager pussy, teasing her as be hovered over her.  She could feel it was still moist with her spit and his seed.  Suddenly she realized that he had not put on a rubber.  In her haste she had left them in her purse downstairs.  She was about to tell him to stop while she ran down to get one, but never got a word out. 

 

Malik pressed the head of his shaft into her wet hole, stretching every nerve and causing her to let out a squeal.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck!" She yelped as he pushed deeper inside her, burying himself to the hilt in one long deliberate thrust.  She was utterly filled, his length pressing against her cervix and his girth stretching her pussy lips taught.  He leaned down and kissed her, and she eagerly responded, their tongues mingling. 

 

He started fucking her slowly at first, then picked up his pace in time with her breathing and moaning.  She felt her first orgasm rip through her and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, pulling him to her as she came.  When her gasps slowed he rolled over with his cock still deep inside of her and stood up, lifting her by her ass to fuck her standing up.  He handled her petite frame easily with his muscular arms, watching himself in the mirror as they fucked. 

 

Malik sat back on the bed, pulling her into position over him.  "Your turn.  I want to see those pretty tits bounce while you fuck me."

 

Wendy started to position herself over his cock and suddenly froze, certain that she had heard the door downstairs open and shut.  There's no way Rick could be home she thought, but still she could have sworn she heard the door.

 

"What's wrong?"  Malik asked.

 

Wendy listened carefully, hearing nothing.  "Nothing, just catching my breath."  She relaxed, felt Malik's cock under her, and convinced herself she had heard nothing.  "Now where were we?"  She said as she slid his shaft back inside her wet hole, sliding down his length until her ass was planted on his lap.

 

"Oh my God, Oh fuck!" she groaned as his shaft slid along her clit.  She began to ride his cock, feeling her pussy stretch in and out with each stroke.  The bed creaked under them as she fucked him like a woman possessed.

 

"Oh fuck that's good.  Fuck yeah."  Malik said, holding one breast and watching the other bounce freely as she rode him.

 

"Yes baby, yes yes yessssss!"  Wendy gasped, feeling another orgasm beginning to build.  "Give me that big fucking cock baby.  Oh fuck give me that big black cock!"

 

Her eyes wandered from Malik, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room.  She turned for a better look, seeing herself fully.  She looked like a total whore; lipstick smeared, lingerie in disarray, and covered in sweat from the exertion of her fucking.  It was like an out of body experience, seeing herself that way.  She imagined others watching her, like a porn star, putting her lust on display for everyone to see.  For Rick to see.  The thought of him catching her drove her over the edge and she began to buck harder.  "I'm going to cum baby, cum for me too OK?  Oh fuck I'm cumming!"  Wendy began to shriek with the most intense climax of her life.  Malik responded, grabbing her tightly by the ass as he shot load after load of cum deep into her womb.  Sticky cum leaked down onto her thigh as she continued to ride his shaft, finally beginning to soften inside of her.  At last she rolled off him and onto her back, dizzy from the exertion.  Malik's seed oozed from her tender pussy, feeling hot against her skin as it dripped onto the sheets. 

 

She lay there catching her breath as the reality of what she had done sank in.  She had fucked a man in her marital bed, his cum still soaking into the sheets and probably the mattress underneath.  Where was this leading?  How was she going to stop now?  She still loved her old life, but knew she needed this new life too. 

 

Her head was racing, trying to find a way to keep it all.  Suddenly she heard it again, a noise like the door downstairs, or at least she thought it was.  She strained to listen and thought she could hear a car start up outside, but she could not tell for sure.  "Just nerves."  She thought.  "Just nerves."

 

Once again it was Malik who interrupted her thoughts.  He took her left hand and placed it around his cock.  He was getting hard again, and stiffened further as she began to stroke him. 

 

"How about one more go?"

 

***

 

       I finished the last few sentences feeling flushed with sweat on my forehead.  They had fucked a second time after I had left, and then showered together before Malik had left.  She closed her message to QofSpades with a question "What if my husband ever finds out?"

      

       The last messages from last night:

      

       QofSpades reply: "You are going to have to tell him eventually.  He will find out sooner or later.  Besides, he might like it.  My husband does..."

      

       Wendy:  "How did you ever tell him?"

      

       QofSpades:  "Let's meet for lunch tomorrow.  There's a lot I need to tell you."

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

       The next few weeks of my life were a living hell.  I mentioned at the start that Wendy's affair saved our marriage, but as I left the coffee shop that day all I felt was despair.  Wendy had found a source of sexual satisfaction that I would never be able to compete with.  I almost called a divorce lawyer right then and there, but could not bring myself to do it.  I could not deny the fact that what I had seen and read over the past two days had turned me on in ways that I had not felt possible.  Humiliation was part of it, but seeing the raw sexual desire in someone you love is a thrill beyond description. 

       I had to be part of her new life somehow.  The only thing I could cling to was the last few cryptic messages between her and her new friend about the possibility of telling me.  Was Wendy really considering making me a part of it?  I knew her well enough to know she would never tell me about this unless she was 100% certain that I would not leave her and take the kids.  I could not think how to tell her that I already knew without looking like a spying loser idiot.  I needed some way to let her know that I knew, and that I wanted to stay with her, and not ruin the whole thing in the process.  I knew that I couldn't do this alone, and that led me to QofSpades.

 

          Getting the nerve to contact her was almost more than I could manage, but desperation can drive you to extremes.  I didn't even know for sure she was really a woman and not some dude posing online to get women to share their erotic stories.  I waited until Wendy was out of the house with the kids on a Saturday and signed up for an account on the interracial dating site.  To my surprise there was even a category for "Cuckold Hubbies."  I found QofSpades' profile and messaged her.  I told her that I was the husband of a woman she had recently befriended online, and that I was aware of my wife's indiscretions, telling her about the day I accidently caught them and slipped out of the house unseen.  I lied about hacking Wendy's account, but claimed I had found her laptop with the site still loaded and read enough to know they had communicated with each other.  I also told her I had read the message about her own husband being a willing participant, and that I wanted to find some way to do the same with Wendy, closing by asking her to help me find a way.

 

I received a very curt response from QofSpades shortly thereafter, claiming to not know what I was talking about, and suggesting I had contacted the wrong profile.  She was clearly trying to protect Wendy, not really sure if I was a potentially dangerous and jealous husband fishing for information.

 

I wrote back, more plaintive this time, telling her truthfully that all I wanted was to save my marriage.  I also told her enough of what I had witnessed between Wendy and Malik for her to know that I already knew enough, and that if I had wanted revenge or a divorce I could have had either by now.  I closed with my cell number, asking to at least be able to speak with her directly.  15 minutes after sending the message my phone rang. 

 

I answered, expecting a female voice, but was greeted by a man's voice. 

 

"Rick, my name's Josh.  I'm Queen of Spades' husband. Her real name is Adrianne, and she asked me to call you.  I think it's best if we talk first, just so you know what you are getting into if you decide to stay with your wife."

 

"Hi Josh."  I replied with a dry mouth.  "Thanks for calling me, I didn't know anyone else to contact about this except your wife."

 

"She has really taken a liking to Wendy and doesn't want to see her hurt, so I hope you're serious about wanting to stay with her."

 

"I'll do anything to keep her, I can't just walk away."

 

"Why don't you come over to our house this afternoon for a beer?  We can talk about this in private and see if there is a way."

 

I accepted, thanking him for trusting me enough to call before hanging up.  When Wendy got home I made an excuse about going to play golf with some friends from work, that bought me five hours, and I headed across town to meet Josh and Adrianne. 

 

Josh and I talked together for an hour before Adrianne joined us.  He had been the one to first encourage her to "go black" about 4 years prior and had arranged her first encounter with someone the met through an online personal ad.  They had several other flings with him either watching or participating. 

 

Things got out of control for Josh though when Adrianne had begun meeting men on her own and occasionally staying out all night.  She insisted that she still loved him and wanted to be married, but sex had taken over part of her life.  In frustration and pride he had moved out for a few months, but soon realized how much he had lost.  When he called Adrianne to ask for her to take him back into her life he had expected rejection.  Instead he found her almost expecting to get the call, and willing to have him back as long as he could accept her trysts.  He had been her willing cuckold since that time.  He was just finishing telling me of her last few encounters when she walked into the room.

 

"Hello Rick, it's good to meet you.  I'm Adrianne.  I guess Josh has told you about what he got us into?"  She shook my hand, a wry grin on her face.  Seeing her was not what I had expected.  Reading her postings had me expecting a tramped out super slut, but the woman that greeted me was your typical suburban soccer mom.  She was beautiful, with flame red hair and piercing green eyes, but looked like she could be chair of the PTA.

 

"My pleasure.  And thanks again for asking me over."

 

"I feel like I have known your wife forever.  She is an incredible woman; I just want to see her be happy.  She still loves you, you know, but she got lonely.  I think she knows she had something to do with that just as much as you.  I also think she wants you to be a part of her life, even the parts she thinks you don't know about now, but just has no idea how to ever bring the subject up."

 

"She said that?"

 

"She talked to me about how Josh handles it and knows that he willingly approves, but she also knows that in our case it was initially Josh's idea.  She cheated on you and feels terrible about that but she also knows she can't go back to the way things were before.  Tell me, why didn't you leave her when you first found out?"

 

I spilled my guts, telling her everything that had happened, from silently watching her that day to hacking her online accounts.  She took it all in stride, thankfully not condemning me for reading her private messages to Wendy.  A cheating wife and spying husband left enough blame to go around.  Once I had finished she sat there for a few seconds, clearly considering what she was going to say next.  At last she spoke.

 

"I have an idea.  I invited Wendy over to our house next weekend to meet someone.  One of my lovers had a friend in from out of town and he wanted him to meet someone while he was here.  When I mentioned it to Wendy she jumped at the idea and she's coming over this weekend to meet him.  I'm pretty sure she intends to fuck him while she's here.  I think you should show up at some point, show her you know and that you support her, with me here to help soften the blow, for both of you."

 

That explained why Wendy had told me earlier about planning an afternoon at the spa and then dinner and drinks with some friends.  She had done this often in the past, and was perfect cover for her affairs now.  Adrianne's plan was risky, Wendy could easily freak out and cause whatever was left between us to completely collapse.  I didn't see another option though, and if I didn't act soon things were going to fall apart anyway.

 

"What's your plan?"

 

She laid out her plan in detail and it was clear that she had been thinking this over all day.  It even sounded like it might work.  I agreed, said my goodbyes, and left for home.  Driving home I fantasized about what it was going to be like to once more see Wendy making love to a strange black man.

 

***

 

The following week crept by.  I was clearly nervous, and it showed, but I had made an excuse about some overdue accounts at work that were bothering me.  Wendy seemed to buy it, if only because she seemed on edge a little herself.  She hid it well, but I could see the anticipation in her, her skin occasionally going a little flushed when she was lost in her thoughts.  I suppose I saw it now because I was paying more attention to her now, seeing her as an emotional, sexual being rather than the stranger she had become. 

 

When Saturday evening finally rolled around I waited eagerly in the living room to see what she was wearing.  She walked out in a simple sundress; very appropriate for her "spa trip" she had told me about.  She also carried a small overnight bag, presumably her clothes for dinner with the girls later.  She said goodbye and kissed me on the cheek before walking jauntily out the door.  I waited about half an hour and then surprised the kids by taking them across town to spend the afternoon with their grandparents.  I had set this up with my parents the previous day, telling them I wanted to go play golf (always a useful lie when you need a few hours) and they were always happy to see their grandkids.  After kissing the kids goodbye I drove towards Josh and Adrianne's house.

 

About a mile from their place I stopped at a bar to wait for Josh to message me.  They were all going to have drinks to get loosened up and let Wendy get to know her "date."  They didn't want me to arrive until things started to heat up.  I used the time to loosen up myself and have a few drinks.  I downed two gin and tonics pretty fast but barely sipped the third; I did not want to be drunk for what was to come.  What I said and did over the next hour or so was going to make or break my life with Wendy.

 

My phone chirped.  There was a text from Josh:  "OK, come now.  Walk to back of house I will meet you there."

 

I left cash for the bartender and headed to my car.  It took only a couple of minutes to make it to their house.  I pulled up to the curb behind Wendy's car, and seeing it made my pulse quicken.  After the tedium of the prior week things started to happen fast.  I walked around back and Josh was at the kitchen door waiting.

 

"Are you ready for this?"  He asked.

 

"I hope so.  What's happening in there?"

 

"Your wife is with a guy named Jake.  The four of them are in the living room, just kissing for now.  Everyone but Wendy knows you are coming, so when you are ready go on in.  The rest is up to you.  Adrianne's there to help, but ultimately this is for you and Wendy to sort out."

 

I took a breath and walked into the kitchen.  The living room was around the corner and I could hear the soft moans and smacking lips of two couples passionately making out.  Rounding the corner I first saw Adrianne sitting facing her lover in his lap.  She smiled at me, and glanced to her right.  Wendy was on top of Jake, making out on the couch.  Her back was to me and Jake had already lifted her dress up over her hips and was now feeling her breasts from below, working them free from her dress and bra.  I stood there, watching them kiss, frozen in my tracks. 

 

Suddenly this all seemed like a terrible idea and I decided to leave before being noticed.  I never got the chance for Wendy turned her head to the side to see what Adrianne and Mark were doing and instead locked eyes with me.  Everyone froze in place for a moment until Wendy broke the standoff by sitting back on the couch and covering herself with her arms.

 

"Rick, my god, what are you, how, oh god!" she stammered, blushing furiously.

 

My mouth was dry but I found the ability to talk.  "It's OK.  Adrianne invited me.  I've known about this for a while.  I saw you in the house a few weeks back and found out the rest since then.  I found your online accounts too, and that led me to Adrianne."

 

She looked towards Adrianne, eyes wide.

 

"It's OK Wendy.  He knew about everything before he even contacted me."  Adrianne walked over and sat next to her on the couch.  "If he wanted to leave or hurt you he could have done it easily by now.  He still loves you.  I think now more than ever"

 

"You looked so beautiful and so happy when I walked in.  I can live with this if it makes you happy.  I just want to be a part of it."

 

Jake had sat up beside her and began to run his hand over her thigh, gently pushing her dress up.  She started to get up but Adrianne gently held her by the shoulders.  "You were loving this a few minutes ago.  You will love it more doing it in front of him.  Not having to worry about him finding out.  It's OK.  Just relax and let it happen."

 

Jake clasped a hand over one of her breasts, making her gasp and squirm a little, but she did not try to stand.  She looked at me briefly, then over at Adrianne again, clearly trying to come to terms with this change of events.  Jake moved to kiss her now.  Wendy turned away slightly but then accepted his advances once again.  She was stiff and nervous like a virgin on her first time but was slowly beginning to relax.

 

This had been Adrianne's plan, to catch her deep in the mood, and move things along fast after I walked in.  Hopefully this would keep her too dazed to be able to think too much about this and just go with her feelings.  Either way there would be plenty of time for thinking later.  If she were to flee at that point, or freak out and demand I leave, it was over.  Instead she looked back up at me and said softly "you're OK with this?"

 

"You look so damn hot right now honey.  I'm more than OK.  Just let it happen.  I want to see you fuck him.  Watching you that day was the hottest thing I have ever seen.  I want to see it again."

 

Jake began kissing her again before she had the chance to respond and began to pull the straps of her dress over her shoulders.  She straightened her arms to allow it to fall down around her waist, glancing over at me as she and Jake kissed deeply.  Her white silk bra fell away next freeing her beautiful breasts.  She reflexively moved her hands to cover them but Jake gently pushed them aside and began flicking his tongue over her nipples.  She arched her back and moaned in ecstasy. 

 

I walked slowly around behind her and looked down in her eyes.  Jake was below, licking her nipples and working a hand into her flimsy panties.  I had never seen her more beautiful and leaned forward to kiss her.  She eagerly received my advances, probing my mouth furiously with her tongue.  She gasped a little as Jake slipped a finger into her slit and began to finger fuck her. 

 

We continued to kiss like we had when we had first met, and I watched as Jake slid the remainder of her clothing off and pushed her legs apart.  He resumed fingering her and started licking her clit. She soon became unable to focus on kissing as an orgasm rose within her.  I was holding her hands, noticing for the first time that she still wore her wedding ring, and she dug her perfectly manicured nails into my palms as she came.

 

She screamed a few times, and then slumped down in the couch breathing heavily.  Jake continued to lick her, more slowly now, letting her catch her breath.  I looked across the room and saw Adrianne gently stroking Mark's cock.  She was still fully clothed, but Mark was now completely naked and fully erect.  His cock was 9 inches easily and nearly as thick as a beer bottle. 

 

"Rick, why don't you come sit next to me and let Mark and Jake show your wife a few things she hasn't tried yet."  Adrianne purred.

 

It seemed that Adrianne had plans for today that even I had not known about.  I complied, willingly it seemed, but I am not sure I could have refused her at that moment if I wanted to.  Mark switched places with Jake between Wendy's knees, tasting her for himself, and Jake fully disrobed, removing cock nearly as large as Mark's from his briefs

 

I sat next to Adrianne and watched as two black men began to ravish my wife.  She took my hand in hers, holding it like we were at the movies together, and whispered in my ear.

 

"I wanted the two of you to have something special today.  Nothing will ever be the same between the two of you after today.  It will be better."

 

Wendy was now licking Jake's shaft, long strings of saliva trailing from her tongue to his cock every time she backed away for a view.  Her hips gyrated as Mark probed her from below.  It didn't take long for Mark to want more, and he stood and positioned Wendy doggy style on the couch, moving behind her as he did.  She was now deep-throating Jake, taking nearly his entire length in her throat with spit pouring down her neck,  Mark rubbed the head of his cock, slick with pre-cum, up and down the outside of her pussy a few strokes to lubricate, then pushed in. 

 

Wendy squealed, party in pain, mostly in pleasure, and paused her blowjob while Mark slowly slid his length inside of her.  Mark fucked her slowly for a few strokes, and then picked up his pace as she relaxed to accommodate him.  She resumed sucking Jake, taking him down her throat in time with Mark's thrusts from behind.  Her breasts bounced hypnotically under her as she seesawed between them, fully impaled on their cocks. 

 

They switched positions after a while, Jake sliding in easily to her wet and stretched cunt, and Wendy struggled to take Mark's larger shaft into her throat.  They were all covered in sweat and the room was filled with the musky scent of sex and the sound of their moans and Wendy's screams.  My cock was painfully hard in my pants, but I dared not touch it, knowing I would blow my load immediately.  What I saw next made me lose it anyway.

 

Jake pulled his cock from Wendy's hole and pressed the head against her ass.  She jumped forward, thinking it was by accident, but he held her by the hips and guided his shaft against her ass once again.  It looked like she was about to say no, but then she relaxed and resumed sucking Mark's cock, allowing Jake to enter her.  She screamed again as his head slipped past her sphincter, stretching her wide, and pushed his length slowly into her bowels.  His cock slid in and out of her ass, slick with her juices, and she began fingering her cunt from below.

 

Once she was taking him easily in her ass, squealing with each stroke, Jake stood, picking up her small frame easily as he did so, and turned to face me with his cock still deep inside.  That was when I came in my pants, sitting there watching his thick slick shaft sodomizing her as her swollen pussy gaped above.  He fucked her there, a couple feet from my face, for several minutes.  I watched in a trance, dimly aware of the warmth of cum spreading in my pants. 

 

Jake finally tired, slumping back onto the couch with his cock still in her ass.  He pulled her back, clutching her tits, and Mark moved between her legs.  He entered her well stretched pussy with one determined thrust.  Wendy was too spent to cry out again, but let out a series of deep groans as they DP'd her.  From where I sat all I could see was her legs flailing wildly in the air.

 

Jake only lasted a few more minutes before shooting his load in her ass.  When he had finished, Mark picked her up and fucked her while standing, turning her so that I could see Jake's seed oozing from her well fucked gaping ass.  Wendy clung to his neck, nearly too weak to hang on, as he easily lifted her up and down on his shaft.  Soon he picked up his pace, bouncing her forcefully and groaning as he shot his load deep into her womb, coating his shaft with sticky white cum.  He finally sat back on the couch, kissing Wendy as she sat on top of him trembling.

 

We all sat in silence for a few minutes, watching them kiss on the couch.  Adrianne broke the silence, standing up and walking over to Wendy and Mark.  "Hey boys, why don't we go out to the pool and let these two have a little time together.  I think they have a lot to talk about."

 

The three of them walked outside to the pool area, Josh joining them as they exited the house.  I walked over and sat down beside Wendy.  Her hair and makeup were a mess, she was covered in sweat, and the salty smell of other men's semen filled the air around her.  She took my hand and rested her head on my shoulder.  We sat there without talking for a bit longer.  At last she asked "Are you sure you're OK with this?  I don't think I can stop, but I don't want to lose you.  I knew you would find out eventually, I just couldn't bring myself to think about what you would do."

 

"That day I walked in and caught you, you never knew I was there.  I stood there and watched far longer than I should have.  I wanted to hate you for it, but I couldn't turn away.  You looked so sexy, so alive, I couldn't think of leaving you.  I spied on you, trying to find a way to fix things.  That led me to Adrianne and Josh.  Today was their idea, to do something drastic before I lost my nerve.  I never knew this sort of thing could work until I talked to them.  But I want to try, if you still want me."

 

"Just hold me for now OK?  We can talk about this later, but yes I want to try."

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

 

Adrianne walked in about 15 minutes later, now naked, carrying a couple drinks.  There was not a hint of self-consciousness about her, and I was immediately taken by her good looks.  Her breasts were firm and her skin was lightly tanned and freckled from topless sunbathing at the pool.  A small tuft of red hair crowned her otherwise shaved pussy.  "I though you two could use a margarita."  She said, handing over the glasses.  "Why don't the two of you have a shower and join us by the pool."  She looked down at my cum soaked pants.  "You can throw those in the laundry next to the bathroom if you like.  The pool is nice and private; you won't need for clothes out there!"

 

We thanked her for the drinks, downing them quickly before heading to the shower.  I threw my pants and underwear in the washing machine and joined her in the shower, the first time we had done that in years.  We fooled around in the shower for a few minutes, soaping each other up and playing like a couple teenagers again.  We dried off and walked out to the pool deck, me wearing a towel but Wendy in the buff.

 

We stepped outside to see Adrianne on her knees on a towel, Mark and Jake standing in front of her.  Mark's cock was in her mouth, and she was stroking Jake with her left hand.  Josh sat nearby watching the action.  Adrianne glanced over at us, motioning for Wendy to join her. 

 

Wendy turned and kissed me before walking over to Adrianne's side.  She dropped on her knees in front of Jake, taking his cock from Adrianne's hand and covering it with her mouth.  I decided to push the limits a little and pulled up a chair beside Wendy, close enough to feel her tits and ass as she sucked Jake's cock.  I sat there and caressed her as she deep throated his shaft.  The view from so close was intense, her lips wrapped around Jake and Adrianne's red hair bouncing in the background as she blew Mark. 

 

I surprise myself by talking dirty to her, telling her how beautiful she looked sucking black cock, telling her what a good little slut she was.  She squeezed my hand fiercely the more I talked, working Jake's cock more passionately with her mouth. 

 

"Let me see him fuck you again. I want to see him deep inside of you."

 

She looked over at me smiled as she stood and led Jake over to the chair across from me.  She had him sit, and then climbed on his lap facing me.  She directed his shaft into her pussy and slowly lowered herself, giving me a good view as his length fully entered her. 

 

"Is that what you wanted to see baby?" she cooed as she began to ride up and down his shaft, her beautiful tits bouncing back and forth.  "You like seeing that big black cock in my little pussy?"

 

"It's fucking beautiful."  I managed, my mouth becoming dry. 

 

I sat there watching them fuck, dimly aware of Adrianne's moans and yelps beside me as Mark fucked her doggy style over by the pool.  I was once again rock hard, and pulled the towel free and masturbated to the view of my wife fucking another man.  Seeing me turned on this way sent Wendy into a feverish pitch, causing her to fuck harder and faster as she came once again.  Her squeals pushed me over the edge, and I came for the second time that day, something I had not done in years.

 

Wendy was spent and slumped back against Jake.  He picked her up and stood, putting her down in front of me.  She leaned over and kissed me as he continued fucking her from behind.  She draped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder as he picked up his pace. I whispered in her ear, telling her how much I loved her, how much I loved watching her taken like this, how much I wanted things to stay this way.  She was too out of breath to speak, but hugged me fiercely in response.  Jake broke the silence, groaning loudly as he came deep inside her cunt. 

 

Jake held her from behind for a few minutes as he softened inside her, eventually pulling out and letting her climb into my lap.  Cum mixed with sweat ran down her thigh and onto my lap.  I winced a little at the feel of another man's sperm on my skin but made no effort to move.  Mark continued fucking Adrianne for a while longer before shooting his load inside her. 

 

Adrianne climbed into a chair with Josh and lay there with him catching her breath.  Jake and Mark hit the pool to cool off from their exertions.  Eventually Adrianne walked over to us, beaming.  She was still naked with cum drying on her legs and was completely at ease.  I could tell this was where Wendy was headed; it was far too late to turn back now.  For the first time I noticed the Queen of Spades tattoo just above Adrianne's cum soaked cunt.  How long would it be until Wendy had one? 

 

"Can you stay the night Wendy?  I want to take Mark and Jake to dinner soon and go out dancing for a while, then come back here for the night.  I would love for you to join us." 

 

Wendy paused a second, then glanced over at me before answering.  "I really should go, I..."

 

I cut her off.  "It's OK babe.  Stay with them tonight.  I can go get the kids and tell them you are spending the evening with a girlfriend."  I could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted to stay and see where this would lead, but was still looking for my approval.  This would be another first; she had never spent the night with another man besides me.

 

She looked at me for a bit, and then nodded yes to Adrianne.

 

Wendy and I showered together, and then I dressed, kissed her goodbye and left to grab the kids.  As I drove away I thought of what had happened, and what was going to happen later that night.  My mouth felt dry again at what I had agreed to, thinking of what could occur with Wendy and Adrianne, both wearing their wedding rings, going out in public with two black men.  It wouldn't take a genius for those who saw them to figure out what was going on.  What if she saw someone we knew?  Houston was a big town, but still...  It wasn't the sex that worried me now, it was being found out.

 

I barely slept that night and kept glancing at my phone to see if Wendy texted or called.  I woke up around three AM, noticing phone blinking with a message.  It was a text from Wendy, only 5 words long: "Thank you I love you."  I finally slept well after that.

 

Wendy came home just before lunch the next morning, looking very tired but very happy.  She hugged me close for long time, and whispered in my ear "I love you so much.  That was wonderful.  Thank you." 

 

The kids saw her walk in and ran into the house from out back to hug her and say hello.  They were still young enough to not think anything strange about mommy staying out all night and coming home Sunday morning in a rumpled dress.  We had lunch together, and then Wendy went upstairs for a nap.  I walked her up to the bedroom, picturing that day I had caught her fucking Malik in the same bed, and knowing that I would be see her fucking many more men in the same bed in the future.  

 

"Did you have fun?"

 

"It was amazing.  I wish you could have been there to watch, I wanted you there to see.  Do you want to know what happened?"

 

I raised my eyebrows in my "Are you kidding?  Hell yes!" pose.

 

"I am so tired, we barely slept.  Let me get a nap and I will tell you everything tonight after the kids go to bed."

 

Later that night she did - every detail.  Then we fucked, I was so turned on from her story that I came almost immediately.  That was fine with Wendy; I could tell she was still sore from the previous day's activities.

 

Over the next few nights she filled me in on the details of her other affairs, bringing me to the peak of arousal before finishing me off with a blowjob or handjob.  She was still too sore to have sex again just yet.  My fantasies about what had happened on those days were replaced with vivid details. 

 

By Thursday she had told me everything, and we both wanted for there to be more.  There has been a lot more to tell since that day, but that is a story for another time.

 

 

The End

 

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