I sat beside my wife in the loud, crowded bar. I'd been drinking for most of the day and I had a buzz but I was purposely acting much drunker than I was. My wife giggled nervously beside me as she talked to a young man she had met less than an hour before. He had an athletic build and an attractive face with dark ebony skin and a bright mischievous smile.
My wife Carly had long insisted that she was not attracted to black men but I had caught her stealing furtive glances at men of color over the years and I oft wondered if the lady doth protest too much.
"You've got nice eyes," he said in a deep masculine tone. He had started slowly, exchanging pleasantries as we sat three abreast at the bar. My wife was guarded at first but he was friendly and outgoing and she opened up quickly. She'd already told him that we were in Miami for a few days before heading to Key West to celebrate our twenty fifth anniversary. He had been complimentary about the longevity of our relationship but unfazed by my presence and once they started talking he began to subtly flirt with her.
"Thank you," Carly replied with a warm, sincere smile. He held her gaze for several moments and she paused as she considered her reply. Like me she had been drinking since noon and she certainly had a buzz, lowering her inhibitions, but she had paced herself and I could tell she wasn't drunk.
I wondered what she was thinking and I deliberately chose that moment to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I had long fantasized about watching her in the throes of ecstasy with another man but I wasn't a typical cuckold. I had an above average dick and good stamina but the idea of watching my mostly vanilla wife have wild sex with another man excited me more than anything else I could think of. The race of the other man had always seemed immaterial but for reasons I couldn't explain the fact that he was black made the scenario even hotter to me.
"Okay Baby," my pretty wife said with a warm smile. She was a full bodied woman, thick around the middle with wide hips, a fat ass and big D cup breasts. She'd been a petite 115 pounds when we were first married but a sedentary lifestyle and two children had conspired to put more than 50 pounds on her small 5'3" frame. She hated her body and had grown insecure over the years and his attention and compliments were clearly having an impact on her.
"Now what were you saying?" He asked her as I strolled past him towards the men's room. His ebony hand brazenly brushed against hers and I heard her sigh as I rounded the corner into the hallway that led to the restrooms.
I paused out of sight and listened. I had met Kai online and we had been chatting for several months leading up to my anniversary trip. He was a strong, naturally dominant man with an affinity for submissive, married, white women. He was an experienced bull to several cuckold couples and he was, unbeknownst to my wife, at the bar specifically to seduce her.
"Um, I don't know," Carly said hesitantly. "I guess I was going to tell you that you have nice eyes too." She giggled nervously and I walked off to the men's room to relieve myself, satisfied that she was loosening up.
"Did ya miss me?" I asked jokingly when I returned several minutes later. They were engrossed in conversation and I doubted they had realized I was still gone.
His hand was resting on hers and her unblinking eyes were affixed with his. I could feel the energy and tension in the air and I swallowed hard to lessen my growing angst. He had told me the first time we'd spoken that once he got them alone no white woman had ever turned him down and I could tell why. Not only was he attractive, he was well spoken, educated, personable and very confident.
"Come on," he said, ignoring my joke as if I wasn't there, "I know you want to."
"I'm not very good," Carly replied as she shifted in her seat. Her cheeks looked flushed and her eyes were glimmering with obvious interest. I had seen men hit on her before. It happened often and usually by men of color, but I had, theretofore, never seen her respond in kind.
"I'm sure you're great," he assured her in a velvety smooth tone. His hand closed over hers as he climbed off his bar stool and he helped her down from her stool with the chivalry of a knight.
Carly glanced at me with a sheepish grin and shrugged as he led her into the dance floor. She'd never been much of a dancer but after a few drinks she'd sometimes shake her ass.
Kai started to dance with my wife. His moves were raw and sensual and he looked into her eyes as they danced. His hips undulated slowly and his hand moved up and down her bare arms. She was dressed casually in shorts and a tight tank top and she had a lot of exposed skin including her generous cleavage.
Carly's hips swayed and she followed his lead. She'd never been a great dancer but she seemed to feed off of him and he grew bolder with each successive song. His hands moved to her full hips and he drew her closer as he held her gaze0.
Carly looked up at him with a playful grin. She didn't resist and their dance moves grew increasingly sexual. Their bodies moved together as one. Their hips bumped to the heavy beat and their hands discreetly touched and groped as one song morphed into the next with the utmost fluidity.
I watched my wife and Kai dance for the next ninety minutes. My cock vacillated between rock hard and semi erect and my mind was spinning. Carly had long insisted that she was a one man woman. She despised cheating but I supposed, because I was there and didn't object she felt my silence was my blessing.
Kai led her off the dance floor. It was late and the crowd had thinned as we neared closing time. His body glistened with sweat and my wife's thick brown hair was matted and damp. Her sparse clothes clung to her sweat soaked body and her nipples strained against her bra and her thin cotton shirt. She looked radiant and beautiful and my heart raced. If we had been alone I'd have taken her back to our room and ravaged her but I was no longer driving that bus.
"I told you that you would do great," he said slipping his sinewy arm around Carly's chubby waist. He looked into her eyes and turned to face her. His free hand moved to her hip and she craned her neck as she returned his warm smile. Their bodies pressed together and he kissed her softly on the lips.
It was a brief but intimate kiss and I could see the passion. My chest felt tight and a foreboding pit formed in my stomach. I had long fantasized about watching my wife have sex with another man but it suddenly felt very real and almost too real. A seed of doubt and regret began to grow in my head. I wanted to stop them but I knew it was too late.
Kai peeled away and went to the bar for a fresh round of drinks, leaving us alone to work through the details.
"Kai wants to fuck me," Carly said boldly. She seemed uncharacteristically confident and there was a defiant smirk on her pretty face. She was an inherently passive woman who usually avoided conflict.
"Wha, what?" I stammered. Her tone and vulgarity had caught me off guard and I didn't know how to respond. My mind was reeling as my angst continued grow.
"He said that you told him he could. That you want to watch."
