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 perfectβhis 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 navelβit 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.