From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NASTY WIFE PART 4
Date: 8 Jun 1996 16:24:19 GMT

   "SATISFIED APPETITE"

   My wife was a virgin when we married but once she had tasted the fruit
it was apparent she couldn't get enough.  I began to suspect she was
getting it elsewhere and one night she came home after a night out with the
girls looking particularly dishevelled.  When I tackled her about it, she
admitted she had been with another man.  Eventually she told me the whole
story - she had been meeting with lots of different men on her nights out.

   As she was telling me all this, two things were happening.  One, I was
becoming aroused and two, I didn't want my marriage to break up.  After we
discussed the situation, I finally agreed that she could continue with her
affairs until she got the bug out of her system.  Of course, she took
advantage of my agreement and soon she was going out to meet her lovers
every other night.  When she came home she would tell me all the details
with the result that I would be so aroused that I couldn't wait to get her
into bed.

   Then we had one of our rare nights out together.  We were in a pub near
where we live.  The pub was crowded and a coloured chap called Ralph asked
if he could share our table.  He told us he was from Nigeria and that he
was a sailor on one of the ships.  At one point, as we were talking, Ralph
said something and Rachel leaned forward and placed her hand on the top of
his...  the contrast between the whiteness of her skin and the ebony
blackness of his caused a shiver to run through me.  Shortly afterwards,
Ralph excused himself to go to the toilet and I asked Rachel if she had
ever been with a black man.  When she said she hadn't I didn't enlarge on
what was in my mind.

   When closing time came I suggested we should go back to our house for
some supper.  After we had eaten, Rachel went into the kitchen to make a
drink and I took the opportunity to ask Ralph if he had ever been with a
white woman.  He said no and I then asked him if he would like to and
jerked my head in the direction of the kitchen.  He said, "Yes, but she is
your wife." I told him that it was alright with me as long as she wanted
to.

   Just then Rachel walked back in.  She put the coffee on the table and
went to sit in the other armchair, but I suggested that she should sit on
the settee next to Ralph.  She gave me a quizzical look and sat next to
him. I said, "You know Ralph fancies you, don't you?" Then I told Ralph to
give her a kiss to show her how much he liked her.  They turned their faces
towards each other and their lips met, tentatively at first, but then
increasing in emotion until they were kissing passionately.  I was amazed
at the speed at which things moved along.  In no time at all, her blouse
was unbuttoned and her bra pushed up and his hand was contrasting vividly
against her skin as he cupped her breasts and nipped and pinched her proud
nipples.

   I was forgotten, the only thing they could think about was their mutual
lust.  My own excitement was mounting as I saw his hand drop down and
disappear beneath her skirt.  His hand slid up her stockings to massage the
bare flesh at the top of her thighs, as he teased them wider apart.  Then
his fingers slid inside the leg of her knickers.  Rachel gave a little gasp
and then his finger got to work and she was murmuring, "Oh that's lovely,
that's nice" and her breath was coming in little gasps.  He then took his
hand out and began to tug at the waist of her panties, but she told him to
wait a minute and sat up.  She quickly shrugged off her blouse and bra and
then stood up and dropped her skirt around her ankles.  Her panties quickly
followed and except for her stockings and suspenders, she was as naked as
the day she was born.  Ralph had been equally as busy and he too was now
naked, his hard cock rearing up from his groin, surpassing mine in all
departments.  He pushed her thighs apart but before he could settle himself
between them she said, "Wait a minute" and picked her handbag up off the
floor.  She searched for a moment and then her hand emerged holding a
french letter.  Just as she was about to tear the wrapper, a strange
feeling came over me and I walked over to them and took the rubber out of
her hand.  I told her she didn't want anything between her and her first
taste of black meat.  She just looked up at me and asked me if I was sure.

   I knelt down and kissed her on the lips and then she gripped my hand and
kept hold of it as Ralph lowered himself over her.  She drew her knees up
as high as she could and Ralph supported himself above her so that I had
the perfect view as she reached down and guided him into place.  It was the
most erotic sight I have ever seen as her flesh parted and inch by inch he
disappeared inside her.  He began to take her with long steady strokes and
I knelt at her side and she held my hand as thrill after thrill tore
through her body.  Suddenly Ralph stopped and he was gasping for breath as
he said he was nearly coming and should he pull out.  Both of them were
staring at me as I told him to leave it in and give her everything he had
got.

   He started to move his hips again and her grip on my hand tightened as
he quickly reached that frenetic state that foretold his imminent climax.
He was grunting and cursing with the effort, in concert with her oohing and
aaghing and then he gave a great gasp and strained against her while she
let out a wail as he spewed his fluid into her unshielded belly.

   For quite a while the three of us were too spent to move but I recovered
first and went back to sit in the armchair from where I could watch the two
of them, Rachel still squashed under Ralph's weight.  Eventually they
stirred.  Rachel got up, came over to me and sat on my knee.  She kissed me
and said, "Thank you, that was the best I have ever had, and now I've one
more favour to ask." She told me she wanted Ralph to stay the night and
sleep with her.  At first I was reticent but eventually I agreed.  She
jumped up and took Ralph's hand, telling him they were going up to bed....
his triumphant grin said it all.  As she turned to lead him from the room I
asked her if she had forgotten the french letters in her handbag but she
declared she had not forgotten them - I was right, it was much better
without them!

   Almost as soon as they got upstairs he was at her - I knew from the
rhythmic sounds of the bedsprings as I lay on the settee directly beneath
them.  I slept only fitfully and each time I woke it seemed they were at it
yet again; and each time I got a perverse thrill from knowing that the
noise was the prelude to the African once more emptying himself into her
unprotected body.  I was woken by the two of them searching for their
clothes.  When Ralph was dressed, Rachel, still clad only in her now
laddered stockings, saw him to the front door and I suspect she was barely
hidden by the partially open door as she kissed him goodbye.

   She looked at me ruefully and said, "Things got a bit out of hand,
didn't they?" We talked about what had happened and Rachel admitted she was
not sure how many times Ralph had had her, but every time he did, he had
come inside her.  She also said I had to take a share of the blame for
encouraging him in the first place.  I think we both sensed that this was
the turning point for us and from now on, instead of just passively
accepting Rachel's affairs, I would be openly encouraging her and, where
possible, looking on as she entertained her lovers.

   We were lucky as after an anxious couple of weeks we found that, despite
all Ralph's efforts, he had not managed to make Rachel pregnant.  This
should have taught us a lesson but I must admit there were occasions when
we spiced things up a little with Rachel going all the way without any
protection whatsoever.

   One of these was a very memorable occasion when we got friendly with
four Filipino sailors who we took home for supper.  They were a bit
hesitant at first but they soon entered the spirit of things and Rachel
threw caution to the winds and took them on as nature intended.  With four
of them to cope with she had no time to spare and at times there were two
of them vying for her services.  It took most of the next day for her to
recover from her exertions but neither this nor the anxious wait to find if
they had left her with an unwanted gift, could dampen her enthusiasm.

   Eventually even Rachel's appetite was satisfied and her need for other
men grew less and less.  Of course her reputation where we lived was that
of the lowest slut so we decided on a clean break, moving as far away as we
could.  Now Rachel is just another middle-aged wife and mother, a pillar of
the local community.  Although those first five years are now far behind us
they can still evoke a thrill when we reminisce in the privacy of our
bedroom.