A Strange Happening 1

At the time this happened my wife Jean and I had been married for about 5 years. She was 24 and I was 29. Once or twice a month we would go to breakfast on Saturday at a little café in the office building where I worked. After breakfast we would go home and have a leisurely couple of hours of sex.

We both loved to have an old-fashioned missionary style fuck. Then Jean would push me onto my back and climb over me for a sloppy 69 session. After I had sucked all my cum out of her pussy and she had licked and sucked my cock clean, she would get on her hands and knees and invite me to fuck her again. Usually we would take a break for a while and just kiss and fondle each other.

I would run my hand over her pussy and then offer it to her to lick. She liked to stick two fingers in her little box and try to scoop out some of my cum and her juice and then stick her fingers in mouth and let me suck them.

After an hour or so of playing around like this we would both be ready to go again. Jean would get on top of me and we would both watch as she grabbed my cock and rubbed in over her slit, just teasing both of us. I would grab her ass cheeks and pull her down at the same time as I lunged up from the bed, impaling her on my throbbing member. Then I would start bucking like a wild bull and Jean would ride me, making sure not to let my prick out of her luscious little box.

I often ate at the café during the week and I got to know the owner, a black man named Sam. We became friends. Then he became friends with Jean when we would go in on weekends.

This one particular Saturday started out just like any other. We decided to have breakfast at Sam's and since we were going very early, as usual, we didn't worry too much about what we wore. I was just wearing a sweat suit and Jean put on a wrap around summer dress with lots of colorful flowers on it. Her dress had one button on her left side. She didn't bother with bra or panties as you couldn't see anything through the flowered dress.

Like any other Saturday outing to Sam's I was playing with Jean, rubbing her tits and pussy as I drove. It was having the desired effect of making us both lustful. We knew we would have a hot session when we got home.

As I played with her tits her nipples started poking holes in the front of her dress. Even though you couldn't see them you could easily tell they were not bound up in a bra.

After I got her tits tingling, I dropped my hand to her leg and started stroking it. As I slid my hand up and down her leg I started pushing her dress open until I was rubbing her bare leg. Jean moaned as my hand caressing her leg finally brushed her pussy. "If you don't stop I'm going to jump you right here in the car."

My dick was throbbing and leaking a little pre-cum as we pulled up to the café and I was thinking about getting it on right there. But as I parked I saw Sam had just arrived also and Sam was opening up the café. He saw us and waved and he held the door for us. Jean blushed as she had to rearrange her dress. It was obvious to Sam that if he had looked in the window he could have seen my wife's exposed body. I was having to rearrange my sweat pants to try and hide the bulge and I hopped the pre-cum hadn't soaked through.

We greeted Sam as we went into the café and I thought I saw a little bulge in his pants. I smiled to myself thinking that he got excited knowing I was feeling up my wife as we pulled in.

After we got into the café and sat down in a booth I put my hand on Jean's leg and started stroking it again. Sam had gone into the kitchen and couldn't see us but Jean said "Stop it! He might see."

I said, "So what? We're married and it's legal. And from the way he was looking when you got out of the car I'm sure he doesn't mind."

Her face was flushed and she said that she had seen he was getting a hard-on as we got out of the car. "That's just because he's jealous that he's not the one feeling your luscious tits and pussy."

I don't know why but when I said that I thought how sexy it would look if Sam's black hands were roaming over my wife's white body. Squeezing her tits. Pinching her nipples. Fingering her cunt. I moaned as these thoughts went through my head.

Jean let out a moan too and said if I didn't quit pretty soon he was going to see more than I wanted him too. When she said that I groaned from the pain in my cock as it strained against the waistband of my sweatpants.

Jean asked me what was wrong. I don't know what I was thinking. All I know is I was crazed with lust and wanted to see Sam run his big black hands over my wife's little white body. I choked out the words, "I want him to see you." Jean gasped and her face got more flushed. "I want him to feel you."

Jean grabbed my hand and said, "Oh honey, you can't be serious. You don't mean that."

I told her to go into the office and take off her dress. Jean trembled. "When Sam comes in let him look and feel as much as he wants, I gasped.

"Honey", she gasped, "You don't mean it!"

I leaned over and kissed her neck and whispered, "Do it."

"Oooohhhhh, don't say that." I could tell she was getting excited.

I pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy. God, she was wet. "Go feel those big black hands on you."

"Ooooohhhh, please honey. I don't want to do that."

"Why not?"

"Ooooohhhh, he might want more."

When I realized what she was saying it made me groan again. I could feel the blood pulsing in my dick and I knew I wanted Sam to do more than just feel her.

I went crazy as I could feel her cunt pulsing on my fingers. Her juice was running down her slit to her asshole. "You want his big black cock, slut. I can tell."

"Nnnnnoooo. Please honey. Don't make me do it."

"Suck that big black cock!" I half whispered and half yelled.

I licked her neck and just whispered, "Slut. Cock sucking slut. Black cock sucking slut." Jean moaned and shuddered. Then she got up and walked on wobbly legs into the office. Sam was just coming out of the kitchen and he saw her. He looked at me and then followed Jean into the office.

Jean was just taking off her dress when Sam walked in. Sam looked at her white body then back at me. I had a sickly grin on my face and couldn't do or say anything.

Sam looked back at my white wife and pulled her roughly to him. He turned sideways so I could see what he was doing to my wife. He reached up and cupped her right breast. Then he squeezed it hard, causing a moan to escape her lips. Sam bent down and bit her nipple, causing Jean to moan again.

Sam looked at me again as he slid his hand down her body to her pussy. He roughly pushed his hand between her legs and I could see his middle finger stab into her cunt. Jean started trembling as Sam leand down and sucked her right tit deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, biting her nipple at the same time. Jean screamed in pain and lust. When Sam pulled away from her tit I could see a bruise surrounding her aureole .

Jean couldn't hold out any longer. She dropped to her knees in front of Sam and reached up to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down and off his feet. Sam smiled at me again, then turned around so all I could see was his black ass. My wife had to turn around on her knees in front of him. Sam spread his legs and I could see my wife's white body framed between his black well muscled legs. Her nipples were pointing out stiffly and her pussy juices were flowing.

She reached up and took hold of his cock and then leaned forward and began mouthing him. From where I was sitting I couldn't see her moist lips closing on his black shaft. But I could hear her moan and saw his hands go forward to grasp her head. I saw her wedding ring sparkle as she reached around him and grabbed his black ass cheeks with her white hands.

My cock was about to explode. I have never seen anything so erotic in my life. And added to the beautiful sight was the sounds of my wife's moans and her slurpping sounds as Sam fucked her mouth. "Suck it, slut. Suck my big black pole you white bitch."

My wife continued to moan as Sam pushed his big black cock into her mouth and then pulled out until just the head was in her mouth, then pushed it in until his balls slapped her chin. The whole time she continued to grab his ass cheeks. I could see her fingers digging into his flesh as she tried to pull him further into her hungry mouth.

After about 5 minutes Sam let out a yell, "Yeah, suck it hard, slut!" I saw his ass clench as he drove all the way into her mouth and she let out a long drawn out moan.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I knew Sam was filling her mouth with his black seed. He seemed to go on and on, filling her throat with his sperm.

Finally, after at least 2 minutes, Sam stepped back and picked up his pants and walked out of the office. I saw his black pole glistening with my wife's saliva and his come. His cock was shrinking as he walked away.

I went to my wife and helped her up from the floor. When she was standing she pulled my sweat pants down and pushed me back on the office stool. She straddled my lap and guided my throbbing dick into her gloriously hot, wet hole. As she ground her cunt against me she opened her mouth and I saw a puddle of Sam's cum on her tongue. My own mouth opened in a groan, "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH".

Jean smashed her sticky, wet lips against mine and pushed her tongue into my open mouth. Suddenly I was swallowing a mouthful of Sam's jism. I was crazed with lust as I looked into my wife's eyes and my cock exploded inside her hot box. I spewed out a torrent of cum. It felt as though my whole body was pouring into her. At the same time, Jean was moaning and grinding her pussy against me, having one orgasm after another, until her whole body was vibrating. Jean never removed her mouth from mine as she continued to impale herself on my dick. As she kept grinding her pussy against me, I sucked her tongue just like she had sucked Sam's black cock.

Jean didn't stop cumming for a few minutes.

Suddenly she collapsed against me. Her head falling to my shoulder. She was dazed or passed out.

Sam came into the office and picked up her dress. He draped it over her shoulders and lifted her off my lap. As he held her up, I could see her juices and my cum flowing down her legs. I looked at myself and saw that my dick, balls, and hair were soaked with the same mixture of my cum and Jean's juices. I stood up and finished putting her dress on and fastened it. Then I pulled up my sweat pants.

Sam slid his hand into the top of her dress and caressed her tits. He smiled at me, "Thanks man. She's one great cock sucker."

Sam carried her out to the car and put her down in the seat, opening her dress to reveal her sopping pussy.

He said "Man, it looks like we both pumped her full" then chuckled.

I drove away from there still full of lust, but worried for what was to come as I knew sex would never be the same again with my white wife, black cock sucking slut beside me.