Betty, my petite little blonde haired wife, and I had been married for nearly ten years, since she was 18 and had just graduated high school. Neither of us were very experienced when we wed and it took us a long time to really start feeling comfortable with ourselves and each other. But eventually all of the newness wore off and things were definitely falling into a routine. Sex, work, home . . . Everything . . . Routine. In fact, about the only thing that did keep our marriage bed enjoyable was Betty's cock sucking fetish. She loved to suck a hard cock and me, being a man, enjoyed having my cock sucked. But, sadly, even this amazing situation wasn't really enough to keep all the fires stoked and eventually we began discussing ways to help our ailing sex life.
A few stories here and there led us to the idea of trying the ol' "pretend to be strangers and pick up a third party at the bar" idea. The plan for our first time was that it would be another man and Betty would pretend to be looking for a secret little threesome where she would suck us both off. Then me and her would secretly make tracks back to the house and fuck until morning. She swore that my cock was the only one she wanted in her pussy . . . ever.
Ok, well, that was the idea.
Although she seemed willing the actual plan never unfolded for several months. Every time we would start planning it Betty got cold feet and said to wait a little longer. I have to admit, once the plan was formed my mind started working double overtime, excitedly thinking about it and with each canceled chance I found myself feeling more and more downhearted.
But eventually it did occur. Well, the start of it did at least. At some point during that night though all kinds of things changed.
It was a Saturday and we'd spent the afternoon by the pool sipping drinks and soaking up the sun. I added a little extra to a few of Betty's drinks so that they'd be strong and eventually decided to give it one more shot. I asked her if she thought tonight would be a good night and when she agreed I told her about this one bar I'd noticed a few blocks from a little out of the way motel.
For the big night she was dressed to the nines in a short wrap-around skirt and a matching wrap-around top that was tight fitting and barely covered her chest. Looking at her, admiring her braless chest and sexy legs I nearly lost it and shot a load in my pants.
We left in our own, separate cars and I headed for the motel to get a room ready. While doing this then driving to the bar I hoped she would already have met someone to make the whole thing a little easier. I also worried that she might have changed her mind and just returned home. But when I pulled into the parking lot I saw her car and my heart started racing excitedly. I hurriedly found my own parking spot then went inside. I ordered a drink while looking around, trying to spot my wife. It wasn't easy, the place had very dim lighting, but eventually I did locate her and that's when I really got a shock . . . She was sitting at a table with three black guys. But when I managed to make eye contact she seemed unfazed.
Thinking this might all prove to be a serious problem I decided to take it easy and nurse my drink. After a few minutes I decided to visit the bathroom, making sure to walk past their table along the way. As I did the man on Betty's right turned and planted a full-on, slow kiss to her mouth while his hand rubbed at her one tit through her top. Even in the poorly lit bar I could make out the obvious outline of her swollen nipple poking against the top's material.
Then the guy on her left reached out and filled a hand with her other breast, cupping it openly.
In the restroom I took several deep breaths as I attempted to calm my nerves while images of the two black men pawing at my wife's tits filled my head. It took me quite a while to get my legs so that they weren't shaking and I could leave the restroom. When I walked back past the table only Betty and the guy to her right were still there, still kissing. I managed to grab a quick glimpse of what was happening and my heart leapt in my chest when I saw her hand rubbing eagerly at his crotch while he continued to play with her tit.
A few minutes later Betty approached the bar and slid up next to where I was standing.
"Are you alright?" I asked her. "If you wanna back out, we can."
"I think it'll be okay," she replied.
Both her tone and mannerism told me that she was indeed alright with how things were turning out. Never would I have suspected that my desire for this little fling would have led to this type of situation.
But
, I resolved to myself,
if its what she wants . . .
We pretended to meet and start a conversation during which she invited me back to their table. Before stepping away from the bar I slipped her the motel room key as discreetly as possible so that she would be the one with it when the time arrived.
At the table she introduced me to Ralph, the man she'd been kissing. He didn't seem too thrilled to meet me but played it off well. A handful of minutes and a half-dozen lines of small talk later Betty declared her intentions to the two of us.
She announced that she had a room and wanted to suck the two of us off. She made it a point of telling us how hot for sucking cock she was but declared anything else, especially her pussy, off limits.
"That is my husband's, and only his," she said.
With her nipples sticking out against the top's material and the way she was rubbing at both of our crotches I wondered just how confident she was in her declaration. Seeing these same things Ralph gave me a kind of wicked "yea, right" grin and the three of us headed for the door.
"We all gonna take my car?" Ralph asked as we hit the parking lot.
I didn't like the idea of being without a vehicle, especially since both mine and Betty's were there at the bar already, so I said I'd bring my own.
