The Resolution

After finding our seats and settling in, I scolded my wife, "Do plan to flirt with every man here?"

"Not every man, just the ones that interest me," she replied coyly then she added, "Remember we're going to be more adventurous."

"I thought you meant with me," I seethed. "Some stranger flirts with you and you get all giddy."

Puzzled, Sherri looked into my eyes. Her eyebrows shot-up with comprehension, "You're jealous. That makes me feel so hot, after 12-years of marriage my husband can still get jealous."

"If you respect me, you won't flirt," I replied with a sharp tone.

"I do respect you, but it's not about you. It's about me. My whole identity is wrapped in being your wife and children's mom, if I'm not careful I'm going to lose me."

With uncertain tone, I said, "I don't understand."

"I like it when you tell me I look hot, but I wonder if you are telling me that just because I'm your wife. When a stranger tells me I look hot, it really strokes my ego, because he doesn't have to say it to me."

Frowning, I griped, "So compliments from strangers mean more to you than mine."

"Sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate your compliments."

I understood, but it still bothered me. I asked, "Does it mean anything when I say I love you or do you want to hear that from a stranger too?"

"Don't be like that, Sweetie," she soothed. "It means everything to me when you tell me you love me. And, I love you too by the way. I just need a little more right now."

Before I could ask her what she meant, a large black man dressed in a waiter's uniform poured water into our glasses. He said, "I'm Jamal I'll be taking care of you tonight."

He watched Sherri crinkle her nose while she chewed a cucumber. He observed, "You don't seem to like cucumbers. So why eat them?"

"They're an aphrodisiac. I have big plans for later tonight," Sherri replied glancing coyly from under her demurely lowered lashes.

The young waiter's face broke into a wide smile, his dark skin made his teeth look whiter. He gave her the "once over" with a bold gaze. Then he winked at me and said, "You're lucky guy."

I nodded in agreement as he moved on to another table. I looked at my wife who was studying Jamal with wide eyes and a flushed face as she timidly twisted a lock of her golden hair.

He was in his early twenties, six-foot-one and two hundred and twenty pounds. His skin tone was very dark reminding me of a midnight shadow. His long dreadlocks were gathered behind his head in a ponytail. He noticed Sherri's attention and flexed his bicep as he pulled out a chair for an older woman a few tables away.

Sherrie blushed as she caught his eye. Smiling, she accidently-on-purpose dropped her fork on the floor. Before I could reach for it, she arose from her chair and bent over to retrieve it. As she picked up the fork, she glanced back to see if Jamal had been looking at her. She smiled, he had. Holding up the fork ,with sexy smile she asked, "Can I get another one?"

Jamal rushed over to Sherri smiling. He had gotten an intoxicating view of her bare buttocks and thong covered pussy when she bent over. He held her hand in his for a moment before slipping the fork from her grasp. His voice was thick with excitement as he said, "Yes, ma'am."

When Sherri sat down her face was flushed and her eyes glistened, she was aroused. I growled, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm being adventurous," she replied her voice reflecting her arousal.

Jamal returned with the fork. As he leaned down placing it on the table he whispered in my wife's ear, she giggled girlishly and nodded. He winked at me and picked up a couple of dirty dishes, taking them away.

"What was that all about?" I asked growing more perturbed.

"A challenge," replied Sherri with a wicked grin. She got up from the table and headed to the ladies room. Exuding licentious sexuality, she put a little extra wiggle into her walk as she sauntered across the ballroom.

I downed the remaining water in my glass, trying to wash the bitter taste of resentment from my mouth . My mind reeled from the implications of my wife's behavior. In the twelve years that we had been married she had never acted so blatantly wanton in public. I saw Jamal clearing tables across the room and a twinge of wariness crept into my core as my wife approached him.

She placed something in his hand that he eyed without opening his fist. She reached up and straightened his tie with a flirtatious giggle. Then she sashayed back to our table, knowing that Jamal was watching her, she gratuitously shook her ass.

My cock stirred in my trousers as I watched my aroused wife approaching. Fascinated, I watched as her unencumbered breasts bopped in cadence with her step. My arousal only fueled my confusion. I couldn't process my emotions fast enough as my wife's behavior propelled me from overwhelming love to jealous anger back to wild lust then over to reasonable irritation.

The band began to play. Sherri led me out onto the crowded dance floor. While she gyrated sexily around me, I awkwardly shuffled my feet almost in time with the music. Her big breasts jiggled delightfully to the rhythm of the guitar while her ass wiggled wantonly to the beat of the drum. Enamored, she giggled joyfully.

Thankfully, the next song was a slow one. I wrapped my arms around my wife's waist. I pulled her tight against me crushing her large breasts into my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. My cock stood rigidly and pushed against her. I was pleasantly surprised when she rubbed her pelvis back into my hardness.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispered teasingly in my ear.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise and so did my cock. Before I could ask about her missing garment the song ended and we looked lustfully into each other's eyes as we applauded.

Suddenly, her face broke into a wide smile as her eager eyes focused on someone approaching from behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Jamal just before he tapped me on the shoulder.

With an excited edge to his voice, he said, "I'm here to collect."

I looked at my wife, who nodded her assent with a face flushed crimson with excitement. Scowling with confusion, I relented and mumbled, "Okay."

Retreating to the table, I watched as they boogied to a fast number on the crowded floor. Jamal had changed into street clothes, incensed I noticed my wife's thong peeking from his pocket. He was an excellent dancer and perfect gentleman allowing Sherri to set the pace of their dance.

My wife shot me a sassy smile and moved closer to him bumping and grinding her hips, he boldly put his on her waist. I bit my lip as jealousy gut punched me.

The band slowed the music down. Jamal's arms encircled Sherri's waist as she wrapped her arms around his thick neck. His bulk towered over my wife's diminutive frame as they danced close together. The floor was so crowded they could little more than embrace and sway to the music. He brazenly slid his hands down to her butt and she let them rest there without protest.

Jamal spun Sherri around so they both faced the same direction. Shivering, I had a surreal view as Jamal gyrated and bumped against my wife as she shamelessly ground her butt into his crotch. He placed his hands on her hips and held her there. He smiled at me as my wife rubbed her ass hard against his groin. Moving his hands up, he brushed his fingertips against the sides of her breasts as she moved to the music.

Sherri turned her head and grinned wickedly at me as his hand subtlety slipped inside the deep V-neck of her dress and found her bare breast. Pursing her lips, she hissed as he playfully pinched her nipple.

My mind rebelled at what I saw. I knew I should do something to stop it, but I was frozen in my seat, not believing what I was seeing. It was like watching a car wreck.

Sherri pushed her ass harder against Jamal and arched her back slightly as his free hand went under the hem of her mini-dress. She didn't seem to care that they were standing in the middle of the dance floor with people all around them. Ceasing her swaying, she stood almost motionless as his fingers moved up the length of her slit. She jumped a bit as his fingers bumped her clit.

Jamal spoke into her ear, she nodded then shuddered as he gently sank his huge finger fully into her sex and moved it around her aroused flesh.

Biting her bottom lip, she looked around to ensure no one was paying attention then she shifted her hips. She was letting him know without the words what she wanted. Feverishly, he fingered my wife in response.

I watched from a distance. Intensely drawn and connected to the scene unfolding before me. Everything about it threw my emotions into turmoil. Anger seethed within me as another man caressed my wife's naked flesh. Yet, it was tempered by the fear of her reaction if I intervened. Envy choked me as she answered his touch with an approving moan. My eyes connected with hers again, initiating an erotic desire within me. My cock grew hard. I was ashamed of myself.

My wife cried out in climax. Her body shook as her pussy clenched and unclenched around Jamal fingers. Her juices must have coated his fingers as they slowed and finally stopped moving inside her. Thankfully, her gleeful cries were lost in the bass beats of the band's music.

For me there was nothing more erotic than watching wife when she had an orgasm. I was crushed that another man had given her that pleasurable experience. My mind was battered by conflicting emotions, anger and fear wrestled with sorrow and guilt.

The band quit playing and started the countdown to midnight. Sherri and Jamal were still on the dance floor. Finally, shaken from my stupor, I hustled to the floor with two glasses of champagne so my wife and I can toast the New Year. The cheer went up with every one shouting Happy New Year!

Jamel took my wife in his powerful arms and her petite frame melded into him. His hands found her bare buttocks under her dress. Cupping her ass, he lifted her off the floor and kissed her deeply. He put her down delicately and she gave him a peck on the cheek and turned to me.

"Happy New Year, Sweetie," she said excitedly. She gave me a huge hug and kissed me, I could smell his aftershave on her. Breaking our kiss, she noticed the two flutes of champagne in my hands. Smiling at me, she said, "Sweetie, how thoughtful."

A tidal wave of humiliation swept over me as she took one glass for herself and handed the other one to Jamal. With their eyes locked on each other they clinked their glasses together in a toast of good cheer. I stood like a statue red-faced and wide-eyed.

Sherri handed her empty glass to Jamal and asked him to wait at our table while she danced with me. She pulled me into an embrace and we swayed while the band played. She knew my mental state and tried to soothe me. Whispering in my ear she said, "I love you very much, Sweetie."

"You let him finger you," I seethed in return.

"If it bothered you so much why didn't you stop him," she replied irritated. Glaring into my eyes, she continued, "I was just being adventurous. I expected you to intervene when the flirting intensified, but you didn't. When I told you I wasn't wearing any panties why didn't you take me upstairs and bang me like a gong?"

Taken aback, I didn't know how to answer so I just stuttered, "Um."

"You responded by sitting and pouting while this big beautiful black man flirted with me. It's gone way beyond flirting now, he quit his job just to dance with me. Well, more than dance with me, actually."

"What?"

"Jamal desires me so much he quit his job to dance with me. He said, if I gave him my panties he'd quit his job just to get a chance to touch what was in them. I called, what I thought, was his bluff, but now our flirting has escalated beyond the point of no return."

I shook my head, trying to comprehend. I asked, "What do mean?"

"Sweetie, I'm going to take Jamal up to the room and fuck him," she said decisively. She looked into my face waiting for my reaction.

Stunned beyond words, I finally choked, "You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious, Sweetie."

"Don't you love me anymore?" I asked, feeling faint.

Sherri smiled and squeezed my hand, "Of course, I still love you. I think I might love you more right now than I ever have."

"Then why do you want to fuck, Jamal?"

"It's not about love, Sweetie. It's about sex."

"Does that mean I'm supposed to go find another woman to fuck, while you're fucking Jamal?"

My wife shook her head and hissed, "No and if you do, I'll divorce you."

"What? You'll divorce me? So it's okay for you to fuck someone else, but not me?"

Sherri nodded unequivocally saying, "If you fuck someone now, it's to get revenge. You wouldn't truly desire her. It would just be a negative experience. But, right now I feel more desired than ever and that's a positive vibe. "

"Desired by Jamal?"

"Yes, he boldly flirted with me in front of my husband. He quit his job to pursue me. Despite every obstacle real, social, or whatever, he overcame it out of a desire to fuck me."

"I desire you," I tried not to sound like I was whining, but I did.

Sherri cupped my face with her hand and said, "I know you do, Sweetie. And you'd make tender love to me too, but Jamal won't. He just wants to fuck me. And, in a way you never could fuck me like that because you love me and he doesn't. Sometimes a woman just needs to be fucked."

"And, now is one of those times?" I choked then swallowed.

My wife silently nodded.

"And you're not at all concerned that I might divorce you?" I asked, my voice trembled and tears rimmed my eyes.

Tenderly, Sherri wiped the tears from my eyes and soothingly said, "I'm terrified. I realize how this is hurting you. If it didn't hurt you, then you didn't love me. I know this adventure creates a weird emotional conflict, for you. You have to decide if our marriage is worth it or not. I think your love for me is greater than the infidelity, that's why I love you so much and feel like I can be more adventurous. I guess the risk is part of the thrill. Without risk there is no reward."

"And, what's the reward for this adventure?" I asked. My voice was gravelly with raw emotion.

"The reward is mind-blowing multiple orgasms produced by a young black man fucking me with his big black cock."

I pleaded, "Nothing I say or do is going to stop you is it?"

"Nothing, but, it's okay if you want to go on home. I'll catch the train in the morning."

"Do you want to me go home?" I asked, fearful of her response.

"No, I don't want you to go home. And, I appreciate how much this is hurting you. Forgive me but your pain is part of my pleasure. I saw you watching as Jamal fingered me on the dance floor, it added so much to my excitement. I climaxed so hard, I was afraid I was going to break his finger. I want you to stay and watch Jamal fuck me. But, I understand if you can't."

"I'm not leaving you alone with a stranger," I said with conviction.

Sherri kissed my cheek and took me by the hand and led me off the dance floor. Stopping at the table, she took Jamal by his hand and the three of us left the ballroom. Surprisingly, we were able to walk onto an empty elevator. As the doors closed and the elevator started to move, my wife said, "I can't wait any longer, Jamal hit stop."

Shrugging, the big black man pushed the stop button. He took a step back to regain his balance as my wife threw herself into his arms. He returned her passion thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he would soon be thrusting his cock into her cunt. He pulled one of my wife's creamy breasts from her dress. It seemed to disappear beneath his huge black hand as he squeezed it.

Vexed by their illicit desire, I whimpered.

Pushing Jamal to arm's length, Sherri broke their kiss and unzipped his trousers. His black cock uncoiled like an anaconda. It was about eight inches long and was as big around as a beer can.

"Oh...my...goodness," exclaimed Sherri astonished. "Jamal, you are hung. I think this monster is going to give me a lot of pleasure."

She stroked his cock with both hands, twisting and turning them around his aroused organ. The contrast of his coal black cock and her slim white fingers was stunning. She looked at me with lust-glazed eyes and challenged, "Sweetie, finger me. I want you to be the first one to make me cum in the New Year."

Moving like I was hypnotized, I slowly slid two of my fingers as far as they would go into my wife's sopping snatch. I teased her meticulously as I inched my fingers into her until at last they made contact with her G-spot.

"That's the place," she rasped squirming on my hand.

Jamal not wanting to be left out brought her face to his and kissed her lips. In return, she darted her tongue deeply into his mouth.

Lewdly my wife tugged on Jamal's ginormous cock with abandon while I sawed my fingers in and out of her pussy. Suddenly, we were all totally lost in the moment. The passion built and we worked ourselves into a masturbation frenzy.

Sending my fingers in and out of her cunt with forceful exuberance, I tapped against her G-spot with the same kind of rhythm a cock would make sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Don't stop, Sweetie please, don't stop."

Satisfied that Sherri was on the threshold of climax, I savagely jammed my damp thumb up her ass. The muscles of her anus contracted around my thumb as I pushed it towards my fingers buried in her cunt. It was like I was clutching a six-pack. Her pussy muscles convulsed around my fingers as her orgasm ripped through her body. She hissed as her legs quivered and her body quaked. She actually used Jamal's cock to steady herself.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried out. Surrendering to the pleasure of her climax, she buried her face into Jamal's chest which muffled the noise of her howl.

When she grew still I asked, "How was that?"

She looked at me glazed-eyed still panting, unable to answer. After a long moment, she recovered and then kissed me. Sighing she said, "That was phenomenal, Sweetie."

As I pulled my digits from her interior, she turned her attention back to Jamal. She re-engaged stroking his massive cock with lustful focus and he showed his appreciation by thrusting his cock into her fist. Teasingly, she jerked his cock with alternating fast and slow strokes. She enjoyed making him squirm. Her hands felt his cock pulsate with intensity. She knew his climax was impending,she commanded, "Cum for me, Lover."

A low moan began deep in his chest and rose to a bellow as spurts of cum shot from his cock, dousing the wall of the elevator. He hissed like a steam engine as Sherri milked the remnants of his load from him. A large dollop of cum landed on the floor near my foot. At last his climax was over and he caught his breath. He huffed, "That was muthafuckin' intense."

Sherri pushed the button and the elevator rose to our floor. With a ding, the doors opened and she hurried us to our room's door. She slid the keycard across the keypad with a trembling hand, but it refused to open. Frantically she swore, "Damn it."

I took the keycard from her hand and calmly ran it across the pad. It released with a click and I pushed the door open for my wife and her lover. I followed and flopped down miserably on the sofa.

My wife strutted to the middle of the room then she turned towards us and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were swollen with excitement, rising and falling with each panted breath. She tweaked her hard nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She cooed and her eyes glimmered with lust.

I watched Jamal's eyes roam down my wife's body, he licked his lips. It seemed surreal and surprisingly I found it somewhat stimulating as another man ogled my nude wife right in front of me. I sat subdued and watched with an extremely hard cock and mixed emotions.