Disclaimer: This story contains adult content and must not be viewed if you are not 18 years of age or older. The story features a theme of interracial sex between a Hotwife, her girlfriend, and her black lovers. If you find this theme offensive please read no further.
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It has been three months since I shared the story about my wife Ann and our encounter called back to black. My wife and I fulfilled our fantasy of seeing her get royally satisfied by a big black dick. We found a guy who lived in the next town over; in the same town as where my wife commuted to work. He was dark, good looking, 6'2" tall, had a very good body and was very confident. His name is Edward and we had a great time. He was perfect—his ebony skin, and her blonde hair and milky white body.
Since that time, we found out that my wife is pregnant-- about three months and she is just beginning to show. She looks beautiful with her wonderful white complexion and blonde hair. Her belly is no longer flat and her belly button ring is beginning to look very different especially with certain jewelry. We still don't know who the father is but we have decided to keep it none-the-less. I had often wondered if she was still seeing our black friend Edward because on occasion she has been getting home from work late, with a strange smell and what appeared to be love bites on her tits. It may have been nothing and I never really approached her about it.
One Friday afternoon, my wife called me from work and said that she wanted to go to happy hour with her girl friend Marge. Marge's Husband was out of town on business and she did not want to be home all alone. We had gotten together casually with Marge and her husband many times before, they were always happy, so what harm could it be. My wife was dressed very conservatively when she left for work as she always does. She assured me that she would not be drinking and would not come home too late--she seldom goes out with the girls so I thought that is would be great for her just to get out. However, I got a little suspicious when she told me that she was going to a Jazz/R&B place near her work, but still I thought no problem, we have no secrets.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to find out if something was up. I decided to take a drive over to the club but could not get there until after 8:30 that evening. When I went in, it was very smoky and there were many people chatting, some dancing, mostly blacks dancing with black women but I could see that there were others too--a mixed crowd. I scanned the room but did not see my wife or her friend at first. Then back in a larger circular booth I noticed my wife sitting in the middle of three black guys.
She had her head resting on the back of the booth with her arms winged out on each side of the men, and Marge was sitting on the outside seat of the booth. My wife had obviously changed because she now had on a white short skirt, with a blue blazer jacket and a very loose fitting low cut blouse that opened just above the navel—it showed off her 38C breasts, and the "with child" look. Not to over react, I ordered a beer and watched for a while from a distance. I couldn't make out who she was with but it seemed that they were having a good time.
I finished my beer and approached the booth; it was Edward and two of his friends. They did not see me at first until I sat on the other endseat of the booth. They introduced themselves as Hayward and Tyree. Edward said he was glad to see me, shook hands and poured me a glass of beer from the pictures on the table. Marge looked untouched but was just talking to Tyree. My wife looked disheveled and had a sort of far away glassy eyed look. I suspected that she had been getting finger fucked under the table by Edward.
She regained her composure, and the girls quickly excused themselves to go to the rest room. I made small talk for with the guys and after a short time the girls returned looking preppie again. My wife sat next to me as she scooted in to the booth between Edward and me. He sat there like he owned her with his arms spread on the back of the booth with his beer in one hand and his other around my wife. She looked at me for approval and I said that I wanted to talk outside. She said sure baby and we departed to the parking lot.
I asked her what was going on and she got pretty touchy. She said that they were only having some fun and that Edward had called her and asked her to show up to celebrate his friend's birthday. She hugged and kissed me and said that she loved me. She wanted to give me something to remember in the mini-van.
Her kiss became very passionate and our tongues were probing each others mouth. I pulled her close by her backside feeling up under her skirt--she had no panties. We sat in the back seat and she pulled out my cock and lowered her mouth to lick, stroke and suck me until I was about to cum. It was a great blowjob and I shot a huge load into her mouth--what a release. She swallowed it all, and then she hugged me and suggested that we go. She said we could go home now but she needed to get Marge, or that if I wanted, she would love to dance a little. On the way back in she said that she would make it with the other guys, if I wanted her too. She also said that she told Marge about our prior encounter and that Marge got really excited. She told me that Marge had never cheated before and that she had never had sex with a black man. I said let's dance a little and will play it by ear.
