It was 8:15pm. I was already :15 minutes late and things were not looking good. I slipped away from my clients to send my waiting wife a brief text, "hey baby, things are running a little long...you know how clients can be".
I had been late to 'date night' before...actually it had become my standard 'mo' (method of operation, as my wife would referred to it). As a high end property manager, my potential clients can be quite demanding and usually require a little entertaining to close the deals.
This date night, my wife and I were suppose to meet at a trendy downtown bar we had read about in the local flyer for martinis and then grab dinner. But like I said before, my clients can be a handful. Going into the afternoon meeting, I thought we had worked out all of the details and I was looking forward to celebrating the deal with my beautiful wife of 15 years over drinks and dinner. But, as I was turning the conversation to signing the paperwork, one of the clients recommended we all go out for something to eat. Of course, I had to agree.
Luckily for me my wife was in a playful mood. She returned my text with a picture and caption. It showed the edge of her black dress and legs covered with black stockings with the message "are you SURE you want to leave me here all alone?".
I returned her text letting her know that I WOULD be worried, but it is a martini bar...all of the men are probably gay.
With in seconds I got a response, "the place is actually pretty nice, they have a jazz band playing and check out the crowd". An attached picture of the place showed it to be pretty crowded. She was obviously siting at the bar by the picture, but what stood out was the number of black men in the photo...and lack of women. I texted her back to save me a seat next to the beautiful lady in the black dress. She replied that I had better be quick, because the place was getting busy.
I hurried the clients to a local restaurant just around the corner from my office. After ordering, I went to the restroom to check on my wife. I sent a playful text asking her if "some handsome young man had taken my seat and if I was going to have to fight him for my lady?". But no response. My mind started to race with insecurities. What is happening with my wife...is she ok, did she go home mad, did some young stud take my seat? I settled on logic/reason. It must just be noisy and she cannot hear her phone. I nervously sat back down with the group just as our food had arrived. During dinner I finally received a text from my wife.
I initially sighed with relief.
Wife: 'sorry very noisy, where r u? u r missing the fum'.
Me: 'ha, u meant fun...you been trinking?'.
Wife: 'just a itsy bitsy amount'.
Me: 'good, don't break the bank on martini's!'
Wife: 'oh, I haven't paid for one!'
Me: 'hmmm...running a tab?'
Wife: 'no, I have meet some friends'
Then she sent a selfie of her in the middle with two black men on each side of her holding drinks. I must admit both men were pretty good looking. One looked to be in his 30's with a big grin and the other was definitely older, maybe early 50's smiling with his eyes looking at my wife's cleavage. And there my 40 year old wife giving the camera a 'what is a women suppose to do, be rude and not accept the drinks face'. I didn't want to ruin her fun and it was my fault she was alone.
Me: 'well don't get ruffied'
Wife: 'Oh, they won't need drugs. They are very charming and sexy. U better hurry honey'
Me: 'ok'
I knew I had to get there...and quick! I was flustered by the photo and everything seemed to slow down. The clients were laughing and finishing their meals, but I could only hear the pounding of my heart. Then I suddenly spurted out lets go get drinks. The clients stopped talking and starred at me as if I was mad. I think I had interrupted one of them telling some lame golf story. However, they readily accepted the offer. I paid the bill and rushed them to my car. I drove as fast I could telling them about this jazz bar I had heard about.
As we made our way into the bar, I immediately searched the bar, but could not see my wife. The place was dark and crowded. I did; however, spot the two black gentleman in the picture with my wife...with an empty stool between them. I felt relief thinking she must have left. One of the clients in my group (Patrick) grabbed my arm and pulled me to the booth they had found. I must have been looking around a little to hard as Patrick inquired if everything was ok. I let him know I was just checking the place out. He said, 'yeah, nice place, disappointedly kind of a penis market. Mmmmm, except for that one over there.'
Lucky me. Patrick had unknowingly pointed out my wife returning from the ladies room. She was dressed to the nines. Black dress. Black stockings. Heels. I watched as she made her way right between the two men. 'What?', I thought to myself. I could not hear them but they were talking like they had known each other for years. Laughing. Drinking. And touching! She must have gotten quite comfortable with the two guys...and the free drinks. The older man had his arm around her and the younger one kept touching her shoulders and arm. And surprisingly, my wife was returning the flirting. She was playing with her hair, touching both of them on the arms, and letting the men push their legs up against hers.
At first, I thought I am going straight over there and yell "surprise, I made it". Thank the men for taking care of my wife and bring her to our table. But then the older man, put his hand under the bar and on her leg. And my wife did nothing. Just continued to laugh and drink as if it was an everyday thing a black man massaged and stoked her thigh and knee. I sat back down and thought, let me see how far my wife will take this. I sent another text, "still running late. Not sure I will make it.
". I watched her look at her phone and put right back into her pocket book and then put her hand on the older man's upper, upper thigh.
I could not believe what I was watching. But at the same time I felt my penis start to come alive. I even had to secretly adjust my boner while acting like I was listening to the clients. Watching my wife getting picked up was sexually...intense. The younger man must have said something worth cheering as they all rose their glasses in the air and downed their drinks with the two men cheering my wife to gulp it all down.
I could not help but chuckle at my wife as the liquor leaked from around her lips and trickled down her face and neck. But the chuckling stopped as the younger black man moved my wife's hand from wiping her face and licked the liquor from the base of her neck to her lips. At first he just pecked her lips a couple of times slowly. My wife's eyes were closed as he licked up her neck, but opened when he kissed her softly on the lips. There was a clear 3-5 second pause, then they went at it. I could see the two of them entangling their tongues and my wife rubbing the back of his head. He also had one hand on my wife's head pulling her into him. As he let up, the older black man immediately pulled her head into his and they passionately kissed. As he let up he rubbed his hands up her hips and across her tits.
I could not keep my eyes off of the three of them. The same client, Patrick, that had initially checked her out must have been watching the same scene. Patrick whispered to me, "damn, I think some slut-wife is going to get blacked". I said, "what?". "Look at her left hand. She is married. I didn't think things like this really happened. What a fuck'n lucky husband." I quietly replied, "yeah, what a lucky husband".
I was just in shock and filled with jealousy. I wanted to do something, but at the same time I wanted to see if my 'slut-wife' would really go through with this and fuck those men. Would she tell me? Would she leave me?
The young man had gotten up and helped my wife stand...I think she needed the help. I could see the man clutching my wife's hips and grinding his crotch into her ass. The older man again kissed my wife and then called the bartender over. I could not hear what they said, but the bartender nodded and the three of them disappeared into the back.
The thoughts of what was going on were driving me crazy. And Patrick wan't was helping. "I bet they are both going to take turns fucking her with their big black cocks". I could not take it, I had to see what was going on.
I excused myself from the table and immediately made my way to the bar. I called over the bartender and told him I wanted to buy the lady at the other end of the bar a drink. He nodded in approval. As soon as he turned to walk over to the lady with the drink, I quickly snuck into the back. Once back there, I started hearing some gurgling and panting noises. I knew what it probably meant, but I had to follow it. It led me to a closed door. As I reached for the door knob a voiced called, "hey man". I froze. Again, "hey man". I replied, "yeah'. "If you want to watch come over here dude. That is the wrong door." I turned around to see a middle-aged, over weight white man wave me over. I went into the room and closed the door.
The room had a tv, computer, and speakers. He said, "you are going to like this. This bitch is hot and good to go." Yes, he was talking about my wife. I could see and hear my wife. She was on her knees taking turns sucking and licking the shiny pre-cum from both their semi-erect cocks. The man said, "the older man is Ron and the other is Eric. I'm Nick." I asked, "what is this...they get women here to make porn?". "No dude. They usually pick up a wife or two every week and just give them the fucking their pansy husbands can't. They like me to film it." "Why", I asked..."Sell it?" "Nah. They usually just post to websites to let their friends see the wife they fucked. Its a game amongst friends". "Wife's?", I asked. "Yeah, they love wife's and white wife's just cannot resist the taste of chocolate. You came on a good night, this wife is sweet and check out that diamond on her finger". I slowly replied, "yeah, check it out".
The men had laid my wife down and Ron had kneeled beside her. He turned her head to face him and guided his thick erect cock into her mouth. He gave her a few short strokes of his cock allowing her throat to gradually get use to the size of his massive tool. His black cock was dripping with her drool as he clutched the back of head and pulled her mouth deeper. Eric had made himself a home between her legs and has giving her a serious tonguing. She had one hand on Ron's hip to keep him from driving his cock through her head and the other forcing Eric's tongue deeper into her pussy.
Nick looked at me and said, "go ahead dude". "Umm, what", I said. "Go head and jerk it off. I am going to do it. This wife is fucking hot." About that time, I heard his zipper go down and saw he had his cock in his hand. And well I did to.
Eric kissed up her body and breasts and sat up. With Ron at my wife's head with his cock in her mouth, Eric began slapping my wife's pussy with the head of his man tool. My wife's body was going crazy for him to stick it in and my wife has reaching for his hips. But Eric just smiled at her said, "You want this cock?" Not to my surprise except I have never heard her talk dirty she replied, "Yes, give it to me". "Give you what?", he replied. "Give IT to me", she whined. "What?", he said. "Give me that big black cock", I couldn't believe she said that.
With that, Eric slide his huge cock into her tight pink pussy. She grunted and panted with every inch of Eric's cunt stretching. Eric ignored her pleas of waiting. "Wait, wait", I heard her say. But with that he grabbed her thighs and lifted them for leverage and pulled the rest of his cock into her. Her grunts and panting slowly turned into moans. And after only three to four thrusts I heard her scream, "I'm cumming".
And with that Nick and I also exploded onto the floor. "Hot", Nick said. I nodded my head in agreement. "This is why all white women need to try black cock", he said. I said, "why?". "Look at you and I. We have already cum. And look at the size of our dicks to their cocks", he responded. Again, I just nodded in agreement.
Eric just kept pumping his black meat into her cunt and squirming body. She was loosening up a bit as he started to pick up the pace. I am not sure my wife had ever looked so hot. She was laying there on the floor in the back room of a bar stroking Ron's black meat in her mouth with Eric slowly owning her pussy. Eric was now able to get balls deep onto her snatch and having to wipe the sweat from his brow. Each time he would get all the way in he would exclaim 'damn'. After some deep fucking, they rolled my wife onto all fours and Eric again aligned his cock now wet with my wife's juices into her cunt. He grabbed her hips and slowly penetrated her balls deep. After a few full length strokes...all the way in and out, Eric began stroking her while using one hand to rub her clit.
To my surprise, I could tell my wife was getting ready to cum again. She had never cummed twice with me. Never. I could not believe it. Her body was starting to shake and she collapsed to her belly. Eric just kept pounding her pussy. Again, my wife yelled "I'm cumming". She was sweating and physically spent. But neither Ron or Eric had cummed...until I heard Eric start to pant and really thrust deep into my wife's plump ass. I could not believe Eric had just filled my wife's little cunt with black cum.
And then the door to the room I was in opened and it was Patrick. "I knew it", he said, "you are back here watching that wife get fucked". I did not move. But then he took out his cock and began to stoke it as Eric moved and Ron got behind my wife. My wife said, "wait...I don't think". But before she could finish, Ron had penetrated her and said, "oh, your white pussy feels so good. Too bad it won't be tight anymore." My wife does enjoy dirty talk and her 'pleas for stop' quickly turned to moans as Ron began to massage her cunt with his thick black cock.
Again my wife's body began to shake as she was having a third orgasm. She was panting and moaning and then her body tensed up with pleasure. Ron yelled, "damn" and suddenly came to a stop. He then pulled out and stoked his black meat a few times letting his cum spill onto her ass.
I heard Patrick grunt and spill his seed to the floor. Then I stood there stunned to watch Ron use his semen as lubricant as he penetrated my wife's ass. My wife just grunted and tried to reach behind her, but Ron easily swiped her tired hand from stopping what his cock wanted. Ron had broken my wife's anal virginity. "Yes", yelled Nick, "I didn't think he would get it. He loves the ass. I don't know how he does it".
My wife's ass must have felt awesome, as Ron had only managed a few minutes of solid full length stroking before he pushed his manhood to the hilt. His body tensed up and you could see his ass squeeze hard into my wife. We could all tell he was filling her ass with his seed. I had not noticed but Eric had worked himself hard again and was breathing quite hard. He rolled my wife to her back and straddled her stomach. Eric placed his cock between her tits and begin to stroke her breasts with his black rod. What a sight. Seeing that black cock contrasted between her white tits. And then Eric grunted and speed up his strokes. My wife was really into it, pushing her breasts tightly around his black rod. He then began to grunt and proceeded to shoot his load across my wife's lips, chin, and face. The three of them collapsed around each other with my wife in the middle sexually exhausted.
Nick, Patrick, and I just looked at each other, speechless. Patrick and I headed back to the table and apologized for our absence. I explained to the other clients that I ran into some of my friends and we were just chatting. I drove the clients home thinking about what I witnessed. I realized that my wife (and I) have deeper sexual needs that are not being met. I was even thanking the men for fucking my wife to fatigue in my head. I have never been more in love with my wife...and her new found sexuality.
As I got home my wife was already in bed. I slept into bed, apologizing. "I hope you had a good time without me". She rolled into me and said, "it would have been better if you were there." We kissed and she hugged me tightly. "I will definitely be there next time."
--Yes. I closed the deal with the clients.
I had been late to 'date night' before...actually it had become my standard 'mo' (method of operation, as my wife would referred to it). As a high end property manager, my potential clients can be quite demanding and usually require a little entertaining to close the deals.
This date night, my wife and I were suppose to meet at a trendy downtown bar we had read about in the local flyer for martinis and then grab dinner. But like I said before, my clients can be a handful. Going into the afternoon meeting, I thought we had worked out all of the details and I was looking forward to celebrating the deal with my beautiful wife of 15 years over drinks and dinner. But, as I was turning the conversation to signing the paperwork, one of the clients recommended we all go out for something to eat. Of course, I had to agree.
Luckily for me my wife was in a playful mood. She returned my text with a picture and caption. It showed the edge of her black dress and legs covered with black stockings with the message "are you SURE you want to leave me here all alone?".
I returned her text letting her know that I WOULD be worried, but it is a martini bar...all of the men are probably gay.
With in seconds I got a response, "the place is actually pretty nice, they have a jazz band playing and check out the crowd". An attached picture of the place showed it to be pretty crowded. She was obviously siting at the bar by the picture, but what stood out was the number of black men in the photo...and lack of women. I texted her back to save me a seat next to the beautiful lady in the black dress. She replied that I had better be quick, because the place was getting busy.
I hurried the clients to a local restaurant just around the corner from my office. After ordering, I went to the restroom to check on my wife. I sent a playful text asking her if "some handsome young man had taken my seat and if I was going to have to fight him for my lady?". But no response. My mind started to race with insecurities. What is happening with my wife...is she ok, did she go home mad, did some young stud take my seat? I settled on logic/reason. It must just be noisy and she cannot hear her phone. I nervously sat back down with the group just as our food had arrived. During dinner I finally received a text from my wife.
I initially sighed with relief.
Wife: 'sorry very noisy, where r u? u r missing the fum'.
Me: 'ha, u meant fun...you been trinking?'.
Wife: 'just a itsy bitsy amount'.
Me: 'good, don't break the bank on martini's!'
Wife: 'oh, I haven't paid for one!'
Me: 'hmmm...running a tab?'
Wife: 'no, I have meet some friends'
Then she sent a selfie of her in the middle with two black men on each side of her holding drinks. I must admit both men were pretty good looking. One looked to be in his 30's with a big grin and the other was definitely older, maybe early 50's smiling with his eyes looking at my wife's cleavage. And there my 40 year old wife giving the camera a 'what is a women suppose to do, be rude and not accept the drinks face'. I didn't want to ruin her fun and it was my fault she was alone.
Me: 'well don't get ruffied'
Wife: 'Oh, they won't need drugs. They are very charming and sexy. U better hurry honey'
Me: 'ok'
I knew I had to get there...and quick! I was flustered by the photo and everything seemed to slow down. The clients were laughing and finishing their meals, but I could only hear the pounding of my heart. Then I suddenly spurted out lets go get drinks. The clients stopped talking and starred at me as if I was mad. I think I had interrupted one of them telling some lame golf story. However, they readily accepted the offer. I paid the bill and rushed them to my car. I drove as fast I could telling them about this jazz bar I had heard about.
As we made our way into the bar, I immediately searched the bar, but could not see my wife. The place was dark and crowded. I did; however, spot the two black gentleman in the picture with my wife...with an empty stool between them. I felt relief thinking she must have left. One of the clients in my group (Patrick) grabbed my arm and pulled me to the booth they had found. I must have been looking around a little to hard as Patrick inquired if everything was ok. I let him know I was just checking the place out. He said, 'yeah, nice place, disappointedly kind of a penis market. Mmmmm, except for that one over there.'
Lucky me. Patrick had unknowingly pointed out my wife returning from the ladies room. She was dressed to the nines. Black dress. Black stockings. Heels. I watched as she made her way right between the two men. 'What?', I thought to myself. I could not hear them but they were talking like they had known each other for years. Laughing. Drinking. And touching! She must have gotten quite comfortable with the two guys...and the free drinks. The older man had his arm around her and the younger one kept touching her shoulders and arm. And surprisingly, my wife was returning the flirting. She was playing with her hair, touching both of them on the arms, and letting the men push their legs up against hers.
At first, I thought I am going straight over there and yell "surprise, I made it". Thank the men for taking care of my wife and bring her to our table. But then the older man, put his hand under the bar and on her leg. And my wife did nothing. Just continued to laugh and drink as if it was an everyday thing a black man massaged and stoked her thigh and knee. I sat back down and thought, let me see how far my wife will take this. I sent another text, "still running late. Not sure I will make it.
". I watched her look at her phone and put right back into her pocket book and then put her hand on the older man's upper, upper thigh.I could not believe what I was watching. But at the same time I felt my penis start to come alive. I even had to secretly adjust my boner while acting like I was listening to the clients. Watching my wife getting picked up was sexually...intense. The younger man must have said something worth cheering as they all rose their glasses in the air and downed their drinks with the two men cheering my wife to gulp it all down.
I could not help but chuckle at my wife as the liquor leaked from around her lips and trickled down her face and neck. But the chuckling stopped as the younger black man moved my wife's hand from wiping her face and licked the liquor from the base of her neck to her lips. At first he just pecked her lips a couple of times slowly. My wife's eyes were closed as he licked up her neck, but opened when he kissed her softly on the lips. There was a clear 3-5 second pause, then they went at it. I could see the two of them entangling their tongues and my wife rubbing the back of his head. He also had one hand on my wife's head pulling her into him. As he let up, the older black man immediately pulled her head into his and they passionately kissed. As he let up he rubbed his hands up her hips and across her tits.
I could not keep my eyes off of the three of them. The same client, Patrick, that had initially checked her out must have been watching the same scene. Patrick whispered to me, "damn, I think some slut-wife is going to get blacked". I said, "what?". "Look at her left hand. She is married. I didn't think things like this really happened. What a fuck'n lucky husband." I quietly replied, "yeah, what a lucky husband".
I was just in shock and filled with jealousy. I wanted to do something, but at the same time I wanted to see if my 'slut-wife' would really go through with this and fuck those men. Would she tell me? Would she leave me?
The young man had gotten up and helped my wife stand...I think she needed the help. I could see the man clutching my wife's hips and grinding his crotch into her ass. The older man again kissed my wife and then called the bartender over. I could not hear what they said, but the bartender nodded and the three of them disappeared into the back.
The thoughts of what was going on were driving me crazy. And Patrick wan't was helping. "I bet they are both going to take turns fucking her with their big black cocks". I could not take it, I had to see what was going on.
I excused myself from the table and immediately made my way to the bar. I called over the bartender and told him I wanted to buy the lady at the other end of the bar a drink. He nodded in approval. As soon as he turned to walk over to the lady with the drink, I quickly snuck into the back. Once back there, I started hearing some gurgling and panting noises. I knew what it probably meant, but I had to follow it. It led me to a closed door. As I reached for the door knob a voiced called, "hey man". I froze. Again, "hey man". I replied, "yeah'. "If you want to watch come over here dude. That is the wrong door." I turned around to see a middle-aged, over weight white man wave me over. I went into the room and closed the door.
The room had a tv, computer, and speakers. He said, "you are going to like this. This bitch is hot and good to go." Yes, he was talking about my wife. I could see and hear my wife. She was on her knees taking turns sucking and licking the shiny pre-cum from both their semi-erect cocks. The man said, "the older man is Ron and the other is Eric. I'm Nick." I asked, "what is this...they get women here to make porn?". "No dude. They usually pick up a wife or two every week and just give them the fucking their pansy husbands can't. They like me to film it." "Why", I asked..."Sell it?" "Nah. They usually just post to websites to let their friends see the wife they fucked. Its a game amongst friends". "Wife's?", I asked. "Yeah, they love wife's and white wife's just cannot resist the taste of chocolate. You came on a good night, this wife is sweet and check out that diamond on her finger". I slowly replied, "yeah, check it out".
The men had laid my wife down and Ron had kneeled beside her. He turned her head to face him and guided his thick erect cock into her mouth. He gave her a few short strokes of his cock allowing her throat to gradually get use to the size of his massive tool. His black cock was dripping with her drool as he clutched the back of head and pulled her mouth deeper. Eric had made himself a home between her legs and has giving her a serious tonguing. She had one hand on Ron's hip to keep him from driving his cock through her head and the other forcing Eric's tongue deeper into her pussy.
Nick looked at me and said, "go ahead dude". "Umm, what", I said. "Go head and jerk it off. I am going to do it. This wife is fucking hot." About that time, I heard his zipper go down and saw he had his cock in his hand. And well I did to.
Eric kissed up her body and breasts and sat up. With Ron at my wife's head with his cock in her mouth, Eric began slapping my wife's pussy with the head of his man tool. My wife's body was going crazy for him to stick it in and my wife has reaching for his hips. But Eric just smiled at her said, "You want this cock?" Not to my surprise except I have never heard her talk dirty she replied, "Yes, give it to me". "Give you what?", he replied. "Give IT to me", she whined. "What?", he said. "Give me that big black cock", I couldn't believe she said that.
With that, Eric slide his huge cock into her tight pink pussy. She grunted and panted with every inch of Eric's cunt stretching. Eric ignored her pleas of waiting. "Wait, wait", I heard her say. But with that he grabbed her thighs and lifted them for leverage and pulled the rest of his cock into her. Her grunts and panting slowly turned into moans. And after only three to four thrusts I heard her scream, "I'm cumming".
And with that Nick and I also exploded onto the floor. "Hot", Nick said. I nodded my head in agreement. "This is why all white women need to try black cock", he said. I said, "why?". "Look at you and I. We have already cum. And look at the size of our dicks to their cocks", he responded. Again, I just nodded in agreement.
Eric just kept pumping his black meat into her cunt and squirming body. She was loosening up a bit as he started to pick up the pace. I am not sure my wife had ever looked so hot. She was laying there on the floor in the back room of a bar stroking Ron's black meat in her mouth with Eric slowly owning her pussy. Eric was now able to get balls deep onto her snatch and having to wipe the sweat from his brow. Each time he would get all the way in he would exclaim 'damn'. After some deep fucking, they rolled my wife onto all fours and Eric again aligned his cock now wet with my wife's juices into her cunt. He grabbed her hips and slowly penetrated her balls deep. After a few full length strokes...all the way in and out, Eric began stroking her while using one hand to rub her clit.
To my surprise, I could tell my wife was getting ready to cum again. She had never cummed twice with me. Never. I could not believe it. Her body was starting to shake and she collapsed to her belly. Eric just kept pounding her pussy. Again, my wife yelled "I'm cumming". She was sweating and physically spent. But neither Ron or Eric had cummed...until I heard Eric start to pant and really thrust deep into my wife's plump ass. I could not believe Eric had just filled my wife's little cunt with black cum.
And then the door to the room I was in opened and it was Patrick. "I knew it", he said, "you are back here watching that wife get fucked". I did not move. But then he took out his cock and began to stoke it as Eric moved and Ron got behind my wife. My wife said, "wait...I don't think". But before she could finish, Ron had penetrated her and said, "oh, your white pussy feels so good. Too bad it won't be tight anymore." My wife does enjoy dirty talk and her 'pleas for stop' quickly turned to moans as Ron began to massage her cunt with his thick black cock.
Again my wife's body began to shake as she was having a third orgasm. She was panting and moaning and then her body tensed up with pleasure. Ron yelled, "damn" and suddenly came to a stop. He then pulled out and stoked his black meat a few times letting his cum spill onto her ass.
I heard Patrick grunt and spill his seed to the floor. Then I stood there stunned to watch Ron use his semen as lubricant as he penetrated my wife's ass. My wife just grunted and tried to reach behind her, but Ron easily swiped her tired hand from stopping what his cock wanted. Ron had broken my wife's anal virginity. "Yes", yelled Nick, "I didn't think he would get it. He loves the ass. I don't know how he does it".
My wife's ass must have felt awesome, as Ron had only managed a few minutes of solid full length stroking before he pushed his manhood to the hilt. His body tensed up and you could see his ass squeeze hard into my wife. We could all tell he was filling her ass with his seed. I had not noticed but Eric had worked himself hard again and was breathing quite hard. He rolled my wife to her back and straddled her stomach. Eric placed his cock between her tits and begin to stroke her breasts with his black rod. What a sight. Seeing that black cock contrasted between her white tits. And then Eric grunted and speed up his strokes. My wife was really into it, pushing her breasts tightly around his black rod. He then began to grunt and proceeded to shoot his load across my wife's lips, chin, and face. The three of them collapsed around each other with my wife in the middle sexually exhausted.
Nick, Patrick, and I just looked at each other, speechless. Patrick and I headed back to the table and apologized for our absence. I explained to the other clients that I ran into some of my friends and we were just chatting. I drove the clients home thinking about what I witnessed. I realized that my wife (and I) have deeper sexual needs that are not being met. I was even thanking the men for fucking my wife to fatigue in my head. I have never been more in love with my wife...and her new found sexuality.
As I got home my wife was already in bed. I slept into bed, apologizing. "I hope you had a good time without me". She rolled into me and said, "it would have been better if you were there." We kissed and she hugged me tightly. "I will definitely be there next time."
--Yes. I closed the deal with the clients.
