Maddie was in good form. She was always a willful and defiant wife and the five beers that she had so recently consumed had fuelled her already effervescent personality to the point where she could hardly keep still or stop chattering.
It was her twenty sixth birthday. We had planned a full celebration later on in the week but, this night, rather than prepare a meal at home; we had decided to eat at one of our favourite diners just on the outskirts of town. The place had been quiet when we arrived; just a few customers stopping off for a bite on their way to wherever they were going. But now, as I checked my watch for the fifth time and glanced around, I could see that the restaurant was all but deserted.
Sam, the cook and owner of the diner, mooched around behind the counter obviously keen to lock up for the night. He was a giant of a man; tall and black as night but with a smile and easy personality that I had seen few women able to resist
"Guess we better make a move, hon." I said sneaking a peek at my watch yet again. "It's nearly eleven thirty."
Maddie had broken off from her inane chatter only long enough for me to speak briefly and was about to prepare her next oration - probably about one or other of the girls that she worked with and how she was being so badly treated by a boyfriend or husband – when my comment about the time made her look up at the clock.
"Oh, Chris. I'm not tired yet. Can't we stay a bit longer? Maybe another drink or some dessert?
I sighed silently. When Maddie gets in one of these moods there's usually little that anyone can do to change her mind. I was fairly sure that another beer was a bad idea, but I supposed that some cake or pie wouldn't hurt.
"What would you like then?" I asked in a tired, plaintive voice.
Maddie's eyes twinkled as she leaned over the Formica topped table so that her face was closer to mine. I could smell the fragrant moisturiser that she used and the scent of her shampoo filtered through as her long blonde hair fell over her face.
"Something rich, dark and really naughty!"
I studied the menu for her looking for something that would fit her desired choice.
"Like Sam!" she whispered with a giggle, nodding her head towards the large black man.
For a second my brain seemed to stop working. I continued to stare at the menu but the list of hamburgers, steaks and fries could have been printed in Greek for all the sense they made to me.
I looked up at my wife's grinning face. The twinkle in her eyes was still there and her full lips curled into an immoral looking smile.
"I think someone's had a beer too many!"
I laughed. But the sound was hollow and empty. Maddie remained silent but continued to smile at me furtively. I had seen that look before; it was a look of excitement. A look of lust!
"What the hell are you saying?" I screamed the whisper across the table.
"Just watch!"
A little unsteadily, my young wife pulled her chair back and got to her feet. Sam looked up; the prospect of his last two customers leaving seemed to lift his boredom for a moment but as soon as he realised that this was not the case, he resumed his interest in the sports magazine that was spread out on the counter before him.
It seemed to take a long time but, eventually, Maddie managed to manoeuvre herself all the way to the other side of the diner where an old-fashioned juke box stood silent and inviting against the wall. I could hear the chink of small coins being inserted into the slot and, immediately following this, the sounds of an early Beatles track filtered through the antique speakers.
As the music continued, my wife began to dance. She was still quite drunk; her movements not quite co-ordinated enough to make the routine perfect, but she was still putting on a good show – a show that I soon realised was for Sam's benefit rather than mine.
The Beatles track came to an end and was immediately replaced by Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street. I knew this to be one of Maddie's favourite songs and as her body gyrated, swaying around so that her short skirt flared around her thighs; I glanced quickly over at Sam.
The sudden activity in the quiet diner had roused his interest and he was now watching my wife with as much, if not more, attention than I was. His round, dark face opened into an appreciative smile and his eyes seemed incapable of, or at least unwilling to, leave Maddie's lithe body.
"Sorry about this, Sam," I called over, "She's just had a little too much to drink!"
For the briefest of moments Sam tore his eyes away from my wife and glanced over at me. The instant that our eyes met was enough to tell me that, even if I was sorry, he most certainly was not!
"Don't you think we'd better get going?" I'm not sure if my voice carried over the level of the music but, if Maddie did hear me, she chose not to acknowledge me. Instead, Sam answered for her.
"Nah, let the lady dance, man! We don't often get this sort of entertainment in here!"
Encouraged by these words of wisdom, Maddie continued to dance. The music was loud and she seemed lost in a world of her own as she twirled and spun around the room. As her body twisted this way and that, her skirt flared further and exposed more of her legs. The air was warm and a little humid and her blouse had become damp with sweat and clung to her like a second skin. It was quite obvious to both Sam and I that she had not bothered to wear a bra!
Maddie's dance had now left its earlier more traditional format and, as she quietly popped the first few buttons of the blouse, I realised that she was now performing more of a strip-tease. To be honest, the whole routine was beginning to turn me on and I wondered how far she would go.
Sam cheered wildly as, with the music finally coming to an end, Maddie popped the last few buttons of her blouse and opened the garment with a flourish exposing her bare breasts. She stood in the middle of the room. All three of us looked at each other. I suppose we all wondered what was going to happen next.
Sam moved quickly. Raiding the till for small change, he dropped a few more coins into the juke box and began pressing buttons. I watched as Maddie began dancing once again to the sound of The Temptations.
The black cook turned away from the juke box and looked over at me. He seemed to be seeking my approval. I shrugged resignedly; I knew there was little point in trying to stop my wife and, anyway, I was enjoying the view as much as Sam was.
But Sam wanted to do more than just watch. Standing behind my semi-clad wife, he began to gyrate his body in accordance with her own slow, sensual movements. His arms came around her and rested on her hips and I gasped slightly as I saw his lips brush against the soft skin of her neck.
For several moments I continued to express my voyeuristic side, watching Sam and Maddie as they danced closely and embracing. His hands moved up her body slowly, luxuriantly; touching her, caressing her. I could see Maddie's breasts heave slightly as she took a deep breath, looking down through watery eyes as large black hands enveloped the milky-white orbs. Her lips parted in a quiet sigh of pleasure.
The music now seemed forgotten as Sam continued to feel my wife up. Her arms were reaching up around his neck; her back arched gently and her stiffened nipples pressed into his palms. Slowly Sam's hands moved back down to her waist. Maddie seemed disappointed at the sudden lack of touch but then gasped out loud as, with a swift, practiced movement, Sam pulled the short skirt down over her hips so that it pooled around her feet.
Now standing in only an open blouse and tiny red bikini panties, Maddie looked extremely sluttish. The expression on her face was one of pure, animal lust and I knew that this evening was not going to end with just a dance. I could feel my erection pressing urgently against the material of my jeans. I didn't want it to end here. I wanted it to continue. I wanted to watch Sam fuck my wife!
As if reading my mind, Sam scooped my wife up into his arms and sat her on a table. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and, with a deft movement, the tiny garment was discarded on the floor together with the skirt.
For a long moment Sam looked between my wife's legs, spreading them wide so that he could inspect her most private area. He pulled off his t-shirt. The muscles rippled beneath his dark skin and he licked his lips expectantly.
Sam didn't waste any time. With my wife's legs well spread and her pussy open and on display, he dropped his head between her thighs. I watched fascinated as his long, pink tongue darted out and lapped gently at the folds of her vagina.
Maddie squealed as her clit was laved slowly and gasped out loud. She held her own legs back to enable the black man to take the swollen bud between his lips and raised her butt from the table eagerly as he began to eat her properly.
The first orgasm came within seconds and I realised how turned on my wife must already have been. I saw her legs tremble and her toes curl as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her, the initial climax now giving way to multiple smaller quakes that rocked her body. Sam's expert tongue and lips continued to excite her for several more moments before her eventually came up for air.
Sam was moving quickly now. His hands fumbled at the belt of his jeans as he tore the garment open and pulled it and his underwear down over his tree-trunk black legs. Both Maddie and I gasped at the same time when we saw the long, thick, girder-like appendage that protruded from between his thighs.
Sam's big cock was as hard as granite. The swollen, purple head twitched as Maddie's fingers gently stroked up and down the veiny shaft; caressing the sensitive skin and cupping the large hanging watermelons that passed for his balls.
"Mmmmm…that feels good, baby!" Sam cooed as he pressed his lips to my wife's and kissed her hard.
Maddie's fingers continued to play with their new toy as they gently spread the leaking pre-cum around the swollen, bulbous head. I watched as the two lovers' mouths locked in battle, their tongues dancing and entwining gracefully with each other. As Maddie's fingers struggled to grip the wide girth of Sam's cock, he bucked his hips forward and began fucking her hand. Two of his own fingers were deep inside her pussy and he pushed her back slightly so that he could get a third digit inserted into her tight, puckered anus.
As Maddie felt the intrusion into her pack passage I watched her face screw up in an expression of joy. She came again, harder this time, and flooded Sam's hand with her juices.
