My Wife's Sexual Awakening

My wife and I had been married for six years and we had recently moved to Hawksville a bigger town or small city in the south and were finding it hard to establish friends in our new location.

Other than that, life was the usual routine of work for us both, looking forward to the weekends when we could drive to the beach, or just hang by our pool. I had married her when she was 19 and I was 35. My love life, if you could call it that, was generally pathetic and most girls turned me down for even just a date. So when this shy teenage knockout not only agreed to date but agreed to marry, well I was over the moon. Neither of us particularly wanted to have children, especially me.

I took the usual ribbing about 'robbing the cradle' while thinking to myself that my friends were all just jealous that I married a very hot teenager, just out of high school. most of my 'friends' called me a wimp behind my back so I took much pride in having Emily all to myself. Her body was to die for, neither of us had much sexual experience so I loved introducing her to my cock, which I convinced her was 'larger than normal.'

Each time I was transferred with the big insurance conglomerate for which I worked, it meant more responsibility and longer hours always compensated with generous increases in remuneration.

In this case, it was to establish a new branch in a bustling town which had huge potential, with a firm eye to getting some of the insurance business from the massive Rhino Industries. It would also mean a big change for Emily who found herself once again looking for a job in a strange city.

I didn't have to travel on business much other than quarterly trips to the Head Office near Chicago. Some guys had to travel constantly and I noticed that put a strain on their home lives with their lonely wives. Guys tended to drink more when away and seek female comforts, either other travellers or professional sex workers who were more than easy to find. They then would be upset when their wives took on lovers. I always felt if my young wife wanted to sample another man, then that would be ok as long as she told me about it.

As a few years passed, Emily completely lost her shy demeanour and loved dressing up in sexy clothes. I used to tease her that she was becoming a 'party animal' and loved showing off her sensational breasts and ass. She just giggled and said something like 'if you have it you should flaunt it.'

In our previous city, my wife loved to party and I often stayed in the background and watched her flirt with other guys. The flirting sometimes lead to some sexy close dancing, and occasionally I would lose track of her at a party. If she let a guy feel her up a bit, she will always tell me in great detail what the guy did and what she did and it often led to great sex for us both when we got home.

Emily, or Em as I always call her has to be careful of her wine intake as sometimes she can get too adventurous with other guys. As long as she is careful and is open and honest with me and it leads to great sex for us what's the big deal?

Once at a party in our old hometown, she gave a complete stranger a blowjob when she showed him where the bathroom was located. She reported to me that her knees hurt from kneeling on the tile floor while sucking him off! I commiserated with her and when she told me how big his cock was it made mine very hard indeed. It was not until we got home and got into bed and started making out that she told me he was black, and that she 'loved doing it for him' and that she even 'wanted more black cock'.

It was the best sex we ever had, but it was also the first time she had ever said my cock was 'so much smaller than her black friend.'

On our honeymoon, it was obvious that I was her first sexual partner, which didn't bother me in the slightest, as she obviously loved getting laid and was active, vocal and

very very easy to bring to orgasm multiple times usually with my mouth, as she often said my cock 'just didn't cut it'.

Even now when she calls herself the world's greatest cock teaser, I don't mind.

I even help her dress provocatively so the guys get to ogle her great young breasts and ass. It is a huge turn on for me to help assist in doing up her sheer lacy white bra while she won't let me touch her large firm breasts or engorged nipples.

She tells me to kneel and has taught me how to roll up her stockings on her sexy legs while brushing my aching hands away from her neatly trimmed sweet pussy. Putting on her matching sheer lace panties is the highlight of our little game.

I hope that later after she is ready she will permit me access with my tongue and mouth to pleasure her. But that is after the party when she has had her fun with cock teasing other guys.

Em is very personable and we felt she would land a good job with her multitude of talents. After a few fruitless interviews, she was offered a great job as a senior coordinator at a local special event planner. Em was thrilled as she explained it, "Oh, Doug, every day is different and the guys and gals at work are all so hip and cool.

They seem to party a lot and hang around together even on weekends. There is a very cute young black guy that all the girls really want to date!

"I told him I was happily married and he said that didn't matter to him. Isn't that wild?"

I was a bit taken aback but did not comment, she seemed very happy and I was so tied up in my own responsibilities I wasn't about to rain on her parade. Besides, I now knew that it was true about black guys being very well endowed so I could see why the white girls and women were interested in exploring that possibility.

A few weeks after she told me about the gang at work, she said she was going out with the whole group to party on Friday night. They had just concluded a huge conference and their bosses were going to join them for a celebration.

Spouses were not included.

She also said that one of the bosses, Mr Elrod, had taken a shine to her and given her a special generous bonus for all of her hard work. He said that the client had been so pleased by 'the new girl' that he specifically mentioned Em by name.

She said it would 'probably' not be a late night, and she would be fine as there were only about five guys and eleven or twelve gals. I wasn't sure what that meant.

I asked her if the cute black guy she had mentioned a few times was going out with the group?

She replied, "Oh, yes Doug. His name is Clint and he told me he would be keeping an eye on me to protect me and make sure I wasn't a bad girl. Isn't he so funny?"

She seemed very excited about the event so I left her to her makeup preparations.

When she came downstairs she looked stunning. Her minidress was very tight across her chest, and while not particularly low cut it still emphasised her breasts with the silk material hugging her invitingly. The skirt was so short she looked like the teenager she was when I married her.

I went to kiss her and she stepped back, "Please don't kiss me, I just spent ages on my makeup.

"Get me a drink to calm my nerves."

I didn't think that was a particularly good idea on an empty stomach given her habit of flirting outrageously when she has a few drinks, but she insisted and when she insists on something, anything really, I know I have to do what she says. I guess I am getting 'pussy whipped' as I understand some of my friends say behind my back.

"Don't drink too much as you know I won't be there to take care of you."

She laughed and replied, "Oh, Doug, I just told you Clint promised to keep me in line!"

I convinced her to wear her short white vinyl raincoat as the forecast called for rain, and fortunately, it was a bit longer than her tiny dress. The doorbell rang and I saw a huge black SUV limo outside. It was almost a minibus with multiple rows of seats. There was a black guy at the door. He looked like a pro football player and he was holding an umbrella fending off the misty rain. He had fresh cut flowers for her.

Em exclaimed, "Clint!. How sweet of you to come and get me. Thank you for the flowers, that's so kind.

"This is my husband, Doug, I have told him all about you, Doug, get a vase for the flowers and arrange them the way I like."

Clint stepped into the foyer out of the rain, and whistled, "Wow, Em you look sensational!"

He openly stared at her breasts, apparently not caring if I noticed. I thought it was a bit much for this guy whom she hardly knew to call her 'Em' the nickname that I thought was exclusively mine to use, but as usual, I did not complain or say anything. Clint continued,

"A few of the girls could not come and the boss added a few clients, so it looks like eight guys and eight gals unless it changes again."

He grinned, with his perfect white teeth contrasting his black African skin. This news did not comfort me, especially as they left and he put his arm around my wife and led her to the vehicle. As she bent over to enter the limo he patted her ass and looked back at me and laughed.

Well, I told myself at least someone is looking out for her.

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As Em climbed into her seat in the middle of the vehicle she became aware of all the others who were already in place in the dim interior of the luxury limousine. It smelled like a new vehicle except for the unmistakable smell of erotic perfume. She took her seat and Clint sat beside her.

He said quietly, "Here, let me help you with the seatbelt, they are a little awkward to work, but you must put it on."

His face was an inch from hers, his masculine aftershave almost intoxicating, his hand trailed across her front as the backs of his fingers under the belt paused and then slid on over and then past her full breasts, her nipples suddenly erect and engorged. She felt herself blush, and was glad in the dim light no one could see her. He sat back and took her left hand in his, holding it as her husband would resting on his leg. She flushed again and looked down at her wedding rings, shining in the gloom with just enough light to see that her hand was very close to an enormous bulge in his crotch.

Across from them and facing backwards was one of the senior executives of the firm with his arm around one of the young female interns, his hand cupping her breast. Emily knew him to be married with children older than the young girl who was making no effort to suggest he stop fondling her. In fact, she seemed to have one hand on his fully erect cock.

God, she thought, he is three times her age.

She thought to herself that she was happy to have Clint looking out for her, at least he was roughly her age. Her mind wandered about what the girls in the office constantly talked about, that black men are well hung, black men have far more stamina, black men are superior lovers and so on.

It was also obvious to her that the executives of her new firm enjoyed partying with the staff and celebrating special achievements. They also apparently chose a Friday night so no one would leave early making the excuse that they had to go to work in the morning.

She decided to remind Clint she was a married woman.

"Clint, thank you for looking after me, I think you are a wonderful friend, and judging by what is happening on this bus, I am lucky to have you here. But, but..."

He turned his head and drowned out her conversation by kissing her open mouth, and before she had a chance to say anything about being married his big long tongue was in her mouth and she could not resist responding in kind, kissing him back with a ferocious passion she didn't know she possessed.

As the kiss ended, the limo driver hit the brakes and everyone was momentarily startled.

Emily looked up the aisle and right into the kindly eyes of her boss Mr Elrod.

Oh God, she thought had he been watching and seen Clint kissing her? She assured herself that her making out with the black man could not have been observed by her black boss.

He smiled and gave her a little wave. She smiled and waved back and hurriedly told Clint,

"Please behave yourself, I am married, and my boss is a few seats in front of us. Don't make me get mad at you!

"He has just given me a promotion and a big bonus, and I want to be sure I don't betray his trust."

Clint was confused by the last statement, but clearly, he felt he had better ease off, after all the night was young and he had her to himself, her prissy cuckolded husband left well behind.

As the limo moved smoothly towards the outskirts of Hawksville, Emily saw an immense tower with a huge illuminated red 'R' in the distance, as they got closer she could see a smaller 'E' and 'D' and she asked Clint what it the sign signified.

"That is the Rhino Entertainment District, we are headed there. The original building is the luxurious, first-class hotel, then Rhino Industries added the casino, an office block with condos and a Gentleman's Club, and finally the superb restaurant where we are going."

Darkly, he added, "That's why I told your husband I would protect you."

"But why would I need protection?" she asked innocently.

"Well, my sweet, many young white women both single and married go to the RED in search of BBC and thus a lovely, sexy, gorgeous woman like you could probably be most vulnerable."

"What is BBC?" she inquired.

"Well, there is no polite way to describe BBC, it stands for big black cock, and the white women, many of them young wives such as yourself who are sexually frustrated at home come here to find a black lover of which there are many. By being on my arm, a good looking young black man, if I may say so, you will be as safe as a church mouse!"

He laughed.

As the limo pulled into the special restaurant attached to the sprawling enterprise. One of the executives called to Clint to wait just as Emily left the bus. She looked back and the men both seemed in earnest conversation.

Mr Elrod quickly moved to Emily's side and took her arm saying, "I would like to have the privilege of dinner with you tonight young lady, Clint is being asked to sit elsewhere with some clients who have requested his presence and I would like you to meet more of our top clients and senior executives."

"I have been most impressed with your work and I would like to know more about your ideas to improve our products and services."

Emily had never really looked closely at Mr Elrod, as she was intimidated by his larger than life presence around the office. But clearly, she had no choice but to join him. He was one of the black men that the other girls speculated was a great lover and so on, but none of them knew for sure as he was married and seemed to separate his home and office life very effectively.

Now she looked very closely.

He was tall, towering over her, very handsome and dressed like a million dollars. He was extremely personable and was the main spokesperson for the firm, owned by a group of silent investors who stayed in the background and were only seen when there were board meetings.

He explained that his wife was out of town and could not come and that was why the firm decided that spouses were not to be invited. She was thrilled by him and amazed to be selected to sit with him at the table with the other executives.

She happily noted that Clint had two white women with him and she waved. He gave her the 'thumbs-up' sign, and she relaxed letting her firm breast make contact with the older man's arm. Mr Elrod was a perfect gentleman, she gave him her full attention, and, while not flirting, certainly conveyed the impression that she was very excited to be his special dinner companion.

Emily excused herself and in the bathroom repaired her lipstick, applied more and made sure her appearance was perfect. The dampness between her legs had subsided and her nipples were calm after the erotic incident with Clint. As she made her way back to the front of the room most of the men watched her every move, not missing her perfect ass in the tiny skirt and her bare legs that longed to be touched.

The wine flowed. Her glass was continuously refilled by the very attentive wait staff. Emily noticed that they seemed to be all young girls, probably college students and they were all wearing most revealing outfits. The male waiters were all black men. She suddenly remembered what Clint had said about the open sexual nature of the huge enterprise and she felt apprehensive and looked around anxiously for Mr Elrod who thankfully appeared back by her side.

Mr Elrod introduced her to one after another of the executives, each time taking her arm protectively and each time letting his hand linger on her arm. She was feeling very relaxed and confident. All of the men enjoyed meeting their "newest superstar" as Mr Elrod called her.

She looked up into his handsome black face and said, "Oh Mr Elrod, you are too kind, I have just been applying the principles I learned in College and at my other places of employment."

Her smile dazzled him. Now she openly flirted. She thought of her husband. He will be fine. As long as she tells him she flirted 'a bit' he will be ok with it.

She was sure.

She looked around for Clint and noticed he was at the very back of the room with the two older white female clients, they all seemed to be getting along just fine with Clint seated between them. Me Elrod excused himself briefly and her phone buzzed. It was her husband wondering how things were going. She texted him back saying she was fine and that one of the senior executives had 'taken her under his wing' she added 'not to wait up for me as dinner had not even started yet' and she added that 'Clint is with new clients so you needn't worry about him.'

She finished off the long text with 'have to turn the phone off as am entered into serious business discussions with several of the bosses, who will be sure to get me home safely.'

As Mr Elrod returned she turned off the phone and put it in her purse. There was another black man with him who looked vaguely familiar but she could not place him.

Mr Elrod said, "Emily, please say hello to one of our biggest clients, Ma'Bill is one of the founders of Rhino Industries and the man who is in charge of marketing!"

Ma'Bill smiled happily and took her hand in both of his while stroking her arm, "It is a great pleasure to meet you, Emily, your boss has been very happy to tell me about all the great things you have accomplished in your first year with him, and I am delighted to meet you."

Emily involuntarily shivered, the man seemed so, well, erotic, almost like he wanted to make love to her right there on the spot, and was used to white women giving him what he wanted. Why would she think that? Perhaps because he was still stroking her arm as Mr Elrod laughed happily.

"I have asked Ma'Bill to join us for dinner, my dear, so you will have the two most important, powerful men at your beck and call all night!"

She smiled invitingly, her boss could have added the words 'handsome' to his comment. Ma'Bill stood very close to her. He finally stopped rubbing her arm and clearly turned on the charm as he continued,

"I have asked Mr Elrod to consider putting you in charge of our Rhino business, Emily.

" I fear we need a complete review of our Business Plan as we have grown by 'topsy turvy' in recent years and now need some fresh, young input.

"If we have time later I could take you both on a brief tour of some of the facilities so we can have an 'inside look' and then as you work closely with me in future we can accomplish great things!"

"Why Ma'Bill I just gave this lovely creature a substantial raise, now you will make me have to review that again!"

Mr Elrod stated, laughing happily.

Emily was almost overcome with the idea of such a major account being handed to her.