Making the Leap from Two to Three

In the pleasant glow induced by a very fulfilling all-night lovemaking session, having lost her inhibitions, she told me her wildest sexual fantasy: acting like a filthy whore, begging to suck and fuck a 9-inch dick and to become a man's dirty slut, preferably a black man. It would add to her pleasure if I watched; and her wish would be complete if I participated!

I replied I would certainly enjoy a threesome with her and another woman, but I was not sure about introducing a strange man in our bedroom activities. I was however very excited at the idea of watching my wife being rammed by an enormous black cock, and curious about sucking or being sucked by a man, but I felt a little apprehensive about experiencing sodomy. In the following weeks, she started suggesting we invite a man into our sex games. I wondered if my jealousy was not going to be a major hurdle. Not totally convinced, I conceded that one day we could go to a hotel bar and if we both agreed on the potential partner, I might consider it. Tonight is a rehearsal, a dry run, and right now, she is on the dance floor with this man...

'She', is my very sexy wife: short, medium-length almost black hair and rather large breast with long, wide nipples. She is wearing a shiny white blouse over her favourite black bra (her provocative look, as the dark bra is clearly visible through the thin silk of her blouse), and a short, tight black skirt that accentuates her firm, curvy behind. 'This man' is the fourth one this evening.

She goes for her first dance with a young Latin type who keeps dancing behind her, his groin stuck to her ass, running his hands over her legs, her arms, passing lightly over her breasts, pressing her tummy so she remains close to him. She is getting excited (and strangely, I am too).

After her second glass of wine, her usual maximum, a tall blond stud moves toward her and dances the following slow song with her. He is tall and she rests her head on his broad chest. He has both hands on her ass, keeping her close. I can see him whisper in her ear, but cannot make out the words.

She comes to take a break and a few sips from her third drink at our table and admits:

-"I am so excited to have strange men flirt with me and seduce me right in front of the man I love, and I don't have to feel guilty about it!"

I encourage her, confessing that her little show is starting to turn me on. She replies with a sly smile:

-"Me too, only problem is, my panties are getting damp..." With a wink, she empties her third glass of wine and is gone, dancing by herself in the crowd, but not for long. A boy starts dancing in front of her, with her... He is short, looks like a teen-ager, with a closely shaved head and a goatee, but cute. Moving his body closer to my wife's, he slides one of his legs between hers, causing her short skirt to rise up so high her panties are showing. She lets him get in real close while his thigh squeezes right up to her crotch.

Their bodies undulating in unison, her underwear must be brushing against him. I see her closing her eyes and biting her lower lip; a sure sign her body is enjoying his moves. When the music stops, she leaves him panting on the dance floor. Walking by me, she whispers:

-"I am sure I left a wet stain on his pant leg!" She then softly puts her tongue in my ear, sending a spark right down to my penis, and hurries back the where the action is.

Now this black man is holding my wife. He must like her round buttocks, because he keeps kneading them with his big hands. The strong muscles under his shirt are obvious; his tight jeans show firm buns and the promise of a huge tool, which he is presently brushing against my wife, in rhythm with the music. They sway sensuously, hands on each other's ass. I know she appreciates it, moving her body so the growing bulge presses against her lower belly. I am surprised to realize that I am getting hard just watching them. The music fades and she hugs him while he plants a long kiss on her lips. She comes to our table, face red and shiny, and kisses me on the lips, her hand on my erection. Our tongues meet and I can feel heat and desire, making me even harder. When a slow song comes on, she quickly downs her wine, undoes the third button of her blouse to show more cleavage and heads back into the crowd.

Next, an older dark-haired man catches her hand. He swings her around and brings her close to him. She melts into his arms and they start to move to the sound of a jazzy tune. She closes her eyes, letting herself go. He is just a few centimetres taller than she is. His dark tan contrasts with his white shirt and pants. The following music is even more sensuous and they seem to be getting very intimate. In the bar's low light, it is hard for me to see what is happening to them. Then the music stops. She thanks him and kisses him. He does not wait a second and fills her mouth with his tongue. The kiss lasts over a minute, then she come back to our table.

Holding my head with both hands, she gives me a wet X-rated kiss, and I can taste the man's breath on her tongue. Then she sits next to me and moans softly:

-"That was great, full of erotic feelings, without coming, but close!"

-"Let me check for myself!" I slide my hand between her legs. She opens them to let me feel her panties. "Wow! You are soaked! That must be uncomfortable" as a joke I add, "Why don't you take them off?"

She beams:

- "I didn't think you'd let me, Chéri!" With that, she reaches under her skirt, pulls her underwear down and stuffs them in my shirt pocket! I am stunned but her slutty behaviour is turning me on more and more. With nothing under her short black skirt, she hurries to the dance floor.

When she gets there, her new young black friend greets her, embraces her and their lips meet. She looks into his eyes and they kiss for a long minute, waiting for a slow song. It begins; the music is smooth and soft. They dance, bodies merging.

I do not know if it is because she is almost drunk or because this is the first night she is dancing with strange men, but she is really getting into it, not realizing that she is actually leading him on. Making him think she is willing to go further than a slow sensuous dance, further than what we agreed upon! Having been out of the cruising scene for years, she is not accustomed to the usual rules of flirting. Yielding to his advances, even welcoming them while he holds her close, allowing this stranger to feel her curves, moving as he moves, getting him aroused... and hard. In a kind of captive embrace, she lets him guide her. His hands are on her butt now, keeping their lower bodies glued together. Naively, she enjoys the feel of his hardness rubbing against her, oblivious to the inescapable consequences of his desire.

When the song ends, another slow starts and he insists she stays with him. As their dancing progresses, his advances become more daring and his intentions unmistakable. She just has to feel his rod getting firm and long. The music lasts a long time. With every swing of her hips, his hands are hiking her skirt higher, slowly revealing her shapely thighs. Now I can see the tip of his fingers touching the skin over the edge of her stay-up hose. When the sexy barmaid comes to deliver another round of drinks, we chat a while and I lose sight of my wife and her escort so I decide to go to the washroom.

On my way back, I locate my wife and her partner sitting on a sofa, in a dark corner of the bar, lips locked in a French kiss, hands roaming. I knew it! She cannot refuse her partner a few seconds of petting after teasing him like that, but how is she going to stay in control in her inebriated state? This was supposed to be just for fun! I am anxious to see how she will be able to turn him down. Will she even want to turn down his insistent advances? I don't want them to notice me, but they don't even see me, completely oblivious to their surroundings. His left hand is kneading a naked buttock; then he raises it and glides over the front of her dress. Why does she not stop him? He strokes her breasts through the silk, making her already hard nipples grow even more. I know by experience that her nipples are very sensitive, and caressing them can bring her close to orgasm. He can obviously feel her nipple harden even more under the palm of his hand. Now his fingers are lightly stroking the exposed skin of her cleavage.

Feeling confident, he slides two black fingers inside her white blouse, under her lacy bra and delicately pinches a nipple. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply. This is going too far! They are into heavy petting in public, but no one notices except me, and I am finding it extremely erotic! His hand inside the blouse has freed a breast from the bra and is massaging it, kneading it softly. This cannot be happening! She is being unusually submissive. That is not like her. Meanwhile, I am doing absolutely nothing to stop it. Not to be outdone, she lowers her hand and starts rubbing the bulge swelling in his pants. He sighs through the nose, never breaking contact with my wife's lips and tongue. When they take a pause from kissing, she looks seriously into his eyes, takes his hand from her breast, and brings it down on her thigh. Getting the message, he smiles as his hand inches upward. His big black fingers start caressing the soft white skin above the nylon. Lightly brushing the inner side of her thigh, his fingers disappear under the short skirt slowly but surely heading for her panties, except they are in my pocket! Slightly angry and a little jealous, I am even more excited; I am going to come in my pants!

Pleasingly surprised, when he feels her pubic hair, his smile widens and he licks his lips. Her pussy must be hot and wet with her sweat and juices. His hand certainly knows what to do between my wife's legs, because she closes her eyes and starts biting her lower lip again, an expression of rapture on her face. His soft caress is getting more passionate and I can see his hand moving rapidly under her skirt. She is obviously getting a lot of pleasure from what he is doing. She can feel his hard long rod growing beneath her hand, his muscular chest against her breast, the little kisses his lips are planting on her neck and then she comes, suddenly, opening her eyes with a gasp, squeezing hard on his erection through the cotton of his pants. She lays her head on his shoulder; rubs on the bump and notices that it has expanded to gigantic proportions. The poor chap wants; needs to come, badly. He wants my wife to make him come and in her slightly inebriated post-orgasmic state, I know she would be more than willing to oblige. He stands and helps her to do the same. I return to my seat. She leans on him, unsteady on her feet. He leads her to the restrooms.

While I am drinking, watching the pretty, young babes on the dance floor, rubbing my hard on; my wife's 'dance partner' is not wasting time. He leads her into one of the men's room stall. He does not even have to ask for a blow job. She kneels and lowers his zipper to let his cock free but it is a little bit difficult because it is so hard and huge. Then, she passionately goes down on him. She is unable to deep throat him because his penis is simply too thick. Nevertheless, my little slut tries her best, sucking with frenzy and gradually takes most of his tool in her mouth. Before too long, sensing he is about to come, he grabs her hair, moving her head up and down on his shaft. He finally explodes, pumping his seed deep in her throat. She swallows all she can but there is simply too much and it leaks out of her mouth.

When they make it back to our small curved booth, a few minutes later; she looks like a whore. Her cleavage is almost obscene, her skirt is barely covering her naked ass, her hair is a mess and her blouse is wet above her right breast. She introduces me to Michael. Before he sits down, I notice that his organ has returned to its 'normal' size. She takes her seat and he squeezes in next to her while she kisses me tenderly. When our lips meet, her breath tastes different, salty. I suppose it is because her mouth has been hosting a strange man's tongue for the better part of the last hour. He puts an arm around her shoulders and says:

- "Your wife is dynamite!" She turns to him, smiles and brings her open lips to his. Their tongues meet even before their lips do.

I take a sip of my drink while they kiss. When they finally face me, I answer:

-"I know!" Then we toast the dynamite woman sitting between us. We drink and chat for a while. At some point, I see his big hand going under the table. Her face lights up and she moves slightly on her seat making her skirt rise on her thighs. I see in her eyes that she did that on purpose to give him access to exposed skin. My penis hardens again as I imagine his big black fingers stroking the smooth naked skin of her upper thigh. She shows her approval by kissing him deeply. She whispers something in his ear. He nods and unties one more buttons on my wife's blouse before they leave for the dance floor. Now she is not only showing cleavage but also most of her black bra.

The minute they start to dance, she glues herself to his body. He is keeping her very close to him, indeed. Her breasts are pressing against his chest, spilling out of her blouse. He certainly has a very nice view. Holding her ass with both hands, he keeps her pelvis in contact with his. While he moves his hips to the slow beat, he is grinding his genitals unto hers. She nibbles lightly on his ear while his hands move over her body squeezing here, pressing there, and caressing everywhere. Then the song ends. They stay right there, locked in an embrace, mouths joined, their tongues working frantically. When they pull back, every woman in the place is looking at the outline of the tool in his pants and all the men stare at my wife's hardened nipples under the sheer fabric.

They come back to our table and she informs me that Michael has invited us to his room for a nightcap "in private".

to be continued...