We were beyond turning back now. On the way home we talked about both men. Meredith really was hot to fuck Chet. After meeting both guys, I was committed. They provided the possibility for two very different types of experiences. During the drive, Meredith wore a short skirt with a very tiny thong. As we drove and talked more about the black cock cuckolding experience, she began to touch her inner thighs. She traced her fingers up her beautiful tanned legs and let them disappear under her skirt. She wore a thin white top with no bra. Her beautiful silver dollar areolas shone through the material and her nipples pierced the top. She was aroused.
She gently guided her fingers up her legs and talked at the same time.
"Honey, if we fuck, Chet, I imagine it will be very civilized. I think he will take his time with us and get us in the mood. I envision us undressing him slowly. Maybe I can do a little striptease and match him as we remove our clothing. Do you want to be naked also while we fuck?"
She was moving her fingers enticingly up her thighs. As she did, she scooched down in her seat a little and spread her legs. Her skirt rode up higher. Her thong was in view now. I kept glancing back and forth as I drove the interstate. Luckily the traffic was light and our stretch of road was straight.
"I wonder how he will fuck me when the time comes. He seems very sophisticated and he will probably want a lot of foreplay. I want a lot of foreplay and I want you to hold me while he fucks me."
My cock was getting hard just listening to her describe fucking another man while I participated. She was making small circles with her fingers on her pussy. I could see a dark spot forming in the bright thong. She was becoming wetter.
"God, Brad, I want that hard black cock deep in my pussy. Did you see his cock soft? It was so much bigger than yours and it wasn't even hard. I noticed that it was starting to grow as he showed it to us. Can't you just imagine how deep he will be fucking your wife?"
I was leaking into my shorts while she talked. She pulled the thong aside and dipped her finger into her dripping pussy. When she pulled it out she flicked the tip under my nose and deposited her nectar on my upper lip.
"Lick your lips, Honey. Can you taste your hotwife? That is for my black bull. He is going to enter your wife's pussy in front of you. Can't you feel him cum in my pussy, huh? Imagine watching that monster cock split my slick pussy. It will be wonderful. If it is half as good as the last black cock I had, I will be out of my mind."
She took her thong off and rubbed the wet material all over the side of my face. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips and she thrust her fingers sharply into her drenched pussy. I could hear the slurping noises over the road noise. She leaned back in the seat without any recognition of the passing traffic. She shifted her fingers to her hard clit and pressed as she moaned. She let out a sharp scream. I came in my pants. She followed with a shattering orgasm.
As she came down from her orgasm, I asked, "Do you want to call Chet or you want me to arrange it?"
"God, Brad, please call him now. I want to fuck him next weekend. I want to be a black cock slut and I want you to watch."
I dialed the phone number Chet had given us.
Three rings. "Hello."
"Chet, Brad. Can you meet us next Saturday night at the hotel?"
"Sure. Didn't take you guys long to decide. I look forward to it."
We drove on home and looked forward to the next weekend. Meredith decided over the course of the next week to up the ante a little more. We knew the city fairly well and had been to some clubs there. What she suggested was for her to catch an Uber over to the club and have Chet meet her there. She was going to dress hot. I mean really hot. I was to remain in the hotel room and wait for them to come up. I did not agree with her scenario, but she was adamant that Chet was on the up and up. We were not going to tell Chet this, just to keep a little safety net. Meredith set about planning her wardrobe and lingerie. She said that this was going to be something that we would remember so she wanted Chet and me both to be completely satisfied. One thing she did keep up like our naughty trip back home was that she kept referring to "us" when she talked about having sex with Chet. She kept saying things like when "we fuck him" and "when he fucks us".
I thought that was odd and she explained that since we were married her pussy was community property. She said that I had a say in who she had sex with or not. I was amused at how she made this into a shared activity. It pretty much had the desired effect on me. Each day that passed I was more excited and on edge. She not only planned her wardrobe, but we contacted Chet to see if we could move it up to Friday night. Meredith decided that as worked up as we were, one night might not be enough. Things were spinning faster and she was planning on a whole weekend now. She kept bringing home new clothes and lingerie for the big event.
When we finally did leave on Friday around noon, we were again excited and nervous as we drove. Only occasionally did she look at me and sigh. "Can you believe we are really going to do this?"
I smiled and nodded. There was no chance of backing out now. I was all in on getting her the experience she had described so vividly. I had cum in my pants while she fingered herself the last week. And that was just from talking about it. As we approached our destination we were more excited. It was time and yet we had a few hours to wait. We decided to go to the pool for a while. Of course there we ran into a high school soccer team swimming and cutting up in the pool. The boys could not keep their eyes of my beautiful blonde wife. She ate up the attention and said that it was a good feeling having all those eyes glued to her beautiful body.
When it came time to get ready, we went back to the room. She took a shower and did her hair. She shaved her pussy and legs and looked like the beautiful model of my dreams. She applied her makeup in a very 'evening' style. Lots of eye makeup. It did not look slutty, but it was more than she normally did. She put on a dark shade of hot pink lipstick and smacked her pretty lips.
When it was time to call the Uber, she put on a hot pink thong, a short white skirt with a split up the back and a pink sleeveless top. No bra and of course. Her areolas shone through the thin material and her nipples were as hard as pebbles. She stepped into a pair of ridiculously high pink stilettos and grabbed her clutch purse.
"Wish me luck." She kissed me on the lips and smiled.
There I was in the hotel room nervous and excited. When would she be back? Would she be safe with Chet? Would Chet read anything into her meeting him without me?
It was about nine thirty when she texted me.