Wife Tricked into Cheating on Trip

My name is Mary, and I am a consultant for the government. I often travel with my coworkers to various cities for conferences and presentations. I am married, and my husband's job keeps him close to home. My husband and I are both white, but I do have some Native American blood in me, giving me dark hair, high cheek bones and tanned skin. I have smaller breasts, but wide hips and a great ass, which people often compliment me on. I'm 30 years old, but usually people think I'm about 22.

Currently, I'm in Atlanta with a two of my coworkers, Jon and Alex. Jon is a black man in his mid 50's, with a short kept gray beard and short black and gray hair. He is about 6'2" and muscular but has a bit of a beer gut from a lot of nights at bars. Jon has been with my office for over 20 years, so he has been showing me the ropes as we travel around the country. He is very much like a father-figure in the office.

Alex on the other hand, is quite the opposite of Jon. Alex is in his early 20's, Asian, with a very small frame, no more than 5'3" tall and 130 pounds, soaking wet.

Typically, we will work a conference during the day, and once it is closed for the night, we will go grab dinner, before hitting up a bar for a few hours or catching a local show. Tonight was no different as we got BBQ for dinner at a local spot recommended by the conference hosts. Jon, Alex and I, ate together at a table in the corner. Usually we talk about the conference and what we need to do the next day, but tonight, Jon was drinking more than usual. After a few beers, he opened up and told us he and his wife had just divorced. He told us he was sad it ended after over 15 years, but the last few years had been strained to say the least. We let Jon get it off his chest, and after a few more beers, we had moved on to new, more happy topics. We finished the night off with a few last drinks back at the hotel bar before going to our respective rooms for the night. The next day was the last day of the conference, which went on without a hitch. For dinner tonight, we went to a local Mexican restaurant, which is where this trip begins to get interesting.

"So guys," Jon said, "I just heard from some friends who live here in town, and they are having a party to watch the draft and are going to play some poker afterwards. They've got a couple big screen TVs, plenty of free beer, and good party foods. Do you guys want to come with? It could be a good change from our normal routine."

I didn't particularly want to go to a party with people I didn't know, and I didn't really care about the draft, but I felt bad saying no after Jon had opened up about his divorce. "Sure," I said, "that sounds like fun."

"Yea, I'll go too," Alex said. If I had to guess, Alex cared even less about the draft than I did, but he probably had the same thoughts about being there for Jon.

"Great, let's go get cleaned up at the hotel and grab a taxi over to their place," Jon said. We all finished up our dinners and made our way back to our hotel. I showered and spoke to my husband on the phone for a while as I got ready to go. I had been dressed up all day, so I put on some yoga pants and a t-shirt. Seven o'clock rolled around, so I headed down to the lobby. When I got there, I found that Jon and Alex were already there. "Ready?" Jon asked me.

"Yup," I said with a smile, "lets go." We left the hotel and flagged down a taxi. Jon gave the driver the address for his friend's house and we arrived a short time later. The house was in a nicer suburban part of Atlanta and was pretty large. There were a couple cars in the driveway and on the street in front of the house. We paid the driver and made our way up to the door. Jon knocked and the door opened a few moments later.

"Come on in!" a black man, about 40 said to us. He gave Jon a one armed hug and pat on the back. Alex and I stood there somewhat awkwardly as they exchanged a few more words.

"Lamar, this is Mary and Alex," he said with a hand outstretched toward us. "Guys, this is Lamar, an old friend." Lamar briefly nodded at Alex before looking me up and down, a grin on his face. It kind of made me uncomfortable, like he was undressing me with his mind.

"Come on y'all, everyone is in the entertainment room." Lamar turned and waved for us to follow him. Jon, Alex, and I followed him and Lamar turned back to us, "Can I get you guys anything to drink? I have beer and some hard liquors."

Jon and Alex asked for a beer, and I asked for a vodka tonic if he had what he needed. "I've got you girl," he said with a smile and wink. Right then, Jon saw some other old friends and moved off to greet them. Alex and I were standing off to the side of the room when Lamar brought our drinks over to us.

"Thank you," I told him, as I accepted the drink. I wouldn't have thanked him if I had known he put an experimental drug in my drink, designed to make women extremely horny and turned on. I would later learn the drug is supposed to be used for women who have a non-existent sex drive, to bring them to a more normal sex life. For women with a normal or high sex drive, they can become extremely horny and lose their inhibitions.

"So, what do you do?" I asked Lamar, to be polite more than anything.

"I'm in pharmaceuticals," he said, "I design new drugs for my company, and fine tune existing ones to make them more effective, with less side effects."

"Oh, that's interesting," I said, and I meant it, "have you designed any I've heard of?" Lamar named a few drugs and I had actually seen one of them on the news recently. It was supposedly a breakthrough in pain relief, without any of the addictive downsides.

We made some more small talk as we waited for the draft to start. I started to feel flushed and began to have butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't the only woman there, but for some reason I wasn't interested in talking to the women. I was craving attention from the men. I chalked it up to the fact most of the guys were handsome and well dressed, with pretty fit physiques. The draft was starting so everyone began gathering around the room in various chairs and couches. Lamar brought me my second drink, another vodka tonic with that unbeknownst to me drug in it.

We watched on the TV and most of the guys were making comments about various choices teams had made, but none of it seemed interesting to me. My thoughts were on the men around me. I couldn't help but look at Jon's muscular arms and wonder what it would be like for him to hold me. I looked over at another black man who had waist long hair, and wondered what it would be like to have his hair brushing my face while I sucked his cock. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!" I thought to myself. Without saying anything, I got up and went to the bathroom. I needed to get away from the other people for a minute. I splashed some water on my face and tried to clear my head of the intrusive thoughts.

After several long moments, I made my way back to the party and sat back down on the couch, fighting the urge to sit on Jon's lap. Eventually, the draft ended and most of the people at the party left. Lamar, Jon, Alex, Lamar's friend Tayvon, and I all went into another room with a poker table set up in the center of the room, and a bar against the wall. Lamar made everyone drinks and gave me my third spiked vodka tonic.

We all gathered around the table and "bought in" for $20 each. We played with chips Lamar had at the table. I wasn't having much luck at focusing on the game, as the only thing on my mind was sex. Lamar, Jon, and Tayvon were all looking my way as I sipped my drink. I was looking between all four men and wondering how big their cocks were, and which one was the best lay. "What the fuck is wrong with me right now?" I said to myself again. "I'm a married woman, I need to get myself straight and stop thinking about sex."

Alex and I both ran out of chips before the others. "If you want," Lamar said, "you can buy back in."

"Okay," I said, pulling out another $20 bill before Lamar stopped me.

"Nah, $20 is for the first buy in. The second buy in will cost you a piece of your clothing." I stared at Lamar as the four men stared at me, waiting to see what I would do.

"Okay," I said, to my own surprise. I stood and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to Lamar. The three black men grinned as Lamar gave me new chips. Alex was next to me, blushing more than I knew possible.

"How about you, Alex, you want to buy back in?" Lamar asked him.

"N..no," Alex stammered.

"Okay then, you can't sit at the table if you're not playing. You can sit over there and watch." Lamar told him. Alex did as he was told and moved to a chair against one wall of the room.

We continued playing, and Lamar made me a fourth drink. I was soon out of chips again, and this time, I had to use my yoga pants to buy back in. My thoughts went to my husband. He would be pissed if he could see me right now, sitting in my bra and panties in a room with four men. Several minutes later, I had a flush in my hand, and an especially large pot was on the table. Jon had to go all in to call me, and this time, I wasn't bluffing. Jon was out of chips and I said, "looks like someone else has to strip for once." Jon quickly stood and pulled his shirt off. I couldn't help but stare at his well muscled chest and arms. To my surprise, he actually had well defined abs on top of his beer belly. I felt my pussy flush with excitement as I looked at his muscled body.

The game continued and I found myself continuing to look at Jon with lust. I'm not sure if he knew what was on my mind, but I was struggling to hide it. One by one, each of the men lost articles of clothing, and I lost my bra. Eventually, I was in only my panties and the men were all down to their boxers. I was so turned on I was struggling not to start masturbating in front of these men.

Another big pot was on the table, but Lamar and Tayvon folded. I didn't have enough chips to call Jon. "Let's make it interesting," he said, "I'll take back 10 chips so you can call, but we make up for the lack of chips with oral sex. If you win, I'll eat you out, if I win, you suck my cock." I had never heard Jon speak like this before, and I was so horny that I shoved all my chips in to the center of the table and said, "call."

Jon and I each laid our cards on the table and everyone examined our cards. I had two pair, kings and queens, but he had four of a kind. The men all smiled as they saw Jon won the hand. I found myself smiling too. I couldn't help it, I was just so fucking horny right now. Jon leaned over and pulled all the chips to himself, not breaking eye contact while he did it.

'Well, Mary, let's go." Jon said.

"What the fuck guys," Alex said from the side of the room. "You guys are coworkers. Mary is married!"

"Shut the fuck up, Alex," Jon said.

Jon didn't turn away from the table, so I slowly got to my knees and crawled under the table until I was in front of him. The guys actually went back to playing poker! "Fuck it," I thought, as I reached forward and pulled on Jon's boxers. Jon lifted his hips to let me pull them off easier. He slid forward on his chair some and I gasped as his cock sprang free from his boxers. It was fucking beautiful. It was jet black, standing out against the dark brown skin of his torso. It was several inches long, I would say about 6 or 7, and it wasn't even hard yet.

"I'm waiting," I heard Jon say from above the table. I reached forward and took his big black cock in my hand. I tugged it toward my face a few times, before I opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock. I slid my tongue up the slit and felt his cock twitch in my hand. I sucked the head of the cock into my mouth and began stroking his cock with my hand while sucking more and more of it into my mouth. Jon began to get hard in my mouth, rock fucking hard. I couldn't help but imagine what this big black cock would feel like in my pussy, pounding me to orgasm after orgasm. I went down on Jon's cock as far as I could go, until he was entering my throat and making me gag.

Above me at the table, I heard Jon say, "I bet Mary's blow job," and Lamar quickly agreed. They must have finished out the hand, because I heard Lamar get excited above me.

"Come on over to me, Mary, that's my blowjob now." I didn't want to stop sucking Jon's cock, but in my hyper-horny mind, I made sense because Jon did bet the blowjob and lose. Lamar was already standing from his chair, but still facing the table so he could continue playing. I quickly pulled Lamar's boxers down and a semi-erect cock, almost as big as Jon's sprang free. I gave his cock a few hard tugs before taking him into my mouth. I was really loving having their cocks in my mouth. It was just so hot and turning me on even more, if that's possible. I really went to work on Lamar's big black cock. I thought he was going to reward me with his cum in my mouth when I heard him bet my blowjob again.

Maybe if I finish Lamar off before the hand is over, I can rejoin the game. I'll bet a fuck session on a hand and make one of them fuck my brains out. That's what I really need right now, a big black cock plowing into my tight white pussy. "But wait," I thought, "I'm married. I can't let one of them fuck me, my husband would be furious. But I'm just soooo horny." I continued sucking Lamar as hard as I could really trying to make him cum in my mouth. Before I succeeded though, the hand was over, and Lamar passed me to Tayvon.

"Come here slut," Tayvon said. I started to protest being called a slut, but honestly, at the moment, it was pretty accurate, and it kind of turned me on. Again, I found myself in front of another black man, pulling his boxers down to expose his cock. Tayvon had a nice cock, a little above average, a little bigger than my husbands, I thought, but not quite as big as Lamar, and not even close to Jon's big black monstrosity.

I went to work on Tayvon's cock, determined to make him cum. Since his cock wasn't as big, it was easier to take it into my throat. I repeatedly deep throated Tayvon's black cock until he said, "wait, slow down!" I knew then that they were going to keep passing me around until one of them came. Instead of slowing down, I worked harder, completely taking burying his cock in my throat, gagging on him. I slowly withdrew, sucking as hard as I could while I did so. That was enough to push Tayvon over the edge, and he started to cum in my mouth. He came a lot, much more than I'm used to from my husband, but I managed to suck it all down. Jon, Lamar, and Tayvon all started laughing and Jon and Lamar teased Tayvon about not being able to hold out any longer.

I climbed back up to my chair, and bought myself back into the game with my panties, my last remaining clothing item. I was now back in the game, but completely nude in front of these men. Without my panties, and my juices flowing, I just knew I was doing to leave a mark on my chair.

We played a few hands and the guys made some sexual jokes, and I even got a few jokes in myself. I actually won a couple hands before Jon made a big bet. Tayvon and Lamar both folded, and it was just Jon and I left. I didn't have enough chips to call him, but I had two pair with a King kicker, and I was pretty sure he was bluffing anyway. "I don't have enough to call," I told him, "maybe I can offer up something better than chips," I said, making my voice as sexy as I could.

"What did you have in mind, another blowjob?" Jon asked.

"I was thinking of something much more wet than my mouth," I said, winking at him.

"Deal," Jon said quickly. My pussy was getting wetter just thinking about Jon's big black cock tearing my tight pussy to shreds. I was secretly hoping I would lose the hand.

Jon and I both laid our cards on the table. I looked across at Jon's cards and smiled. He had four of a kind. "Oops, looks like I lose," I said to Jon. Jon stared at me hungrily while he pulled his chips toward him.

"I think now is a good time for an intermission, gentlemen," Jon said as he stood from the table. I stood with him and moved to his side. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I've never been more horny in my entire life. Hell, I think if the other guys weren't here, I'd fuck Alex just to get some dick in me.

Jon took my hand and led me away from the table. I thought he was taking me to a bedroom or something for privacy, but instead he led me to the couch against the wall. "I've been wanting to do this for a very long time, Mary. Not only are you beautiful, but that ass belongs on a black supermodel, not a white wife." I couldn't help but blush at his compliments.

"Thank you," I said, "I think you're handsome, and your cock is simply magnificent. I've never seen anything like it. It's just so much bigger than my husband's penis." Jon moved his hands to my shoulders and applied pressure, guiding me to my knees in front of him. He didn't have to tell me what to do. I reached forward and freed his massive cock. I couldn't help but smile as I leaned in and opened my mouth. I took the head Jon's cock into my mouth and ran my tongue around the tip. I flicked the tip of my tongue on his slit, tasting his pre-cum.

I went to work on his big cock, taking as much as I could into my mouth. After several minutes, Jon took my hands and helped me stand, before pushing me back onto the couch. "Your pussy is so wet I can see it glisten from up here." Jon climbed between my legs, one knee on the couch and one foot still standing on the floor. Jon ran the big head of his cock along my pussy, making me shivver.

"Put it in me, Jon, please! I've never needed something so bad in my life! Just don't cum inside of me, I'm not on the pill." Jon didn't say anything, be simply began to push his cock inside of me. "Oooh," I practically screamed. "It's so fucking big, Jon, it's so biiiig!" Jon's cock was stretching me out. The girth was bigger than any dildo I've used and was thicker than my husband a few times over. Just as I felt I was getting used to the girth, he would push deeper, and he was quickly deeper than my husband could ever dream of going. "Oh Jon," I moaned, "I love it! I love your cock!"

Jon pushed further, burying his cock all the way in my pussy. I felt my first orgasm of the night right then. "You like black cock, don't you?" Jon asked.

"Yesss," I hissed back.

Jon started pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. "Let me hear it," he said.

"I love your black cock!" I said.

"Say you love this big black cock in your tight married white pussy!"

"Oh my God, I love your big black cock in my married white pussy! It's so fucking big!" Jon was pumping faster now. I could feel my next orgasm building and I was about to explode. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big black cock!"

Jon slowed as my orgasm passed. I was panting hard, trying to catch my breath after such an intense orgasm. "You're amazing," I told him, "I've never cum that hard before."

Jon laughed and said, "Imagine if your husband could see you right now. What do you think he'd say if he saw you fucking a big black man in his 50's?"

"Oh he'd kill us, but I think it'd be worth it," I said with a giggle.

"How does his penis compare to big black cock?" Jon asked.

"There's no comparison! I don't think I'm going to be able to feel him after this!" Jon laughed and slammed his cock home in my pussy. Jon gradually picked up his pace until I had another orgasm, and then another.

Jon pulled his cock from my pussy and I suddenly felt very empty. "Put it back iinnnn," I plead. Jon told me to turn over and I quickly complied. I assumed the doggy style position and shook my ass back and forth in front of Jon. Jon smacked my ass hard. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I shook my ass again and he smacked it again. I knew there must be red hand prints left behind.