My pretty wife Barb and I were in a popular sports bar and she was wearing a nearly sheer unbuttoned blouse; a front buttoned mini skirt and thigh high stockings and heels. She was here like that, not to pick up some guy, but to pay off a bet. She was overly confident that her favorite team would win the bowl game and arrogantly made the wager with the certainty of winning; I was delighted to see them lose. I had made her a strong Black Russian before we left home to help her courage and dull her inhibitions a bit.
The terms were that if she lost, she would have to wear whatever I chose for her without underwear and we would go out to a bar and she was to flirt and chat with other men, dancing when asked. She was not to try to cover up and as the evening progressed she was to undo more buttons. I would choose to be beside her or not. I love for her to show off and hope someday to watch another man fuck her to exhaustion. Barb had tried to get out of the bet in several ways. Nothing moved me, even her apologizing, being super nice above and beyond what she normally is, even that she was in ovulation and should not be even close to being sexy with other men. Birth control reacts wrong with Barb so she is unable to take any pills; therefore I had the big "V".
I left her by herself at the bar and went to the men's room, taking my time there. When I came out my wife had several men around her talking to her and she seemed to like the attention. Not wanting to drive them away, I took a seat nearby to listen and watch. Barb's blouse was undone three buttons now which allowed some good views of her tits and her unbuttoned skirt allowed a lot of her nice slender legs to be displayed. The one time I caught her crossing her legs, I got a glimpse of a hairy pussy. She does not shave like a lot of women today who would rather to look like a child than a woman, thank goodness.
She had a fresh Black Russian in her hand and one was waiting on the bar. After a while most of the guys moved away, and left her with one youngish white guy and a good looking black man. I could tell she was well on the way to intoxication so decided to join them when the white guy left. The black did not appreciate my arrival until Barb said, Hi honey to me. Then he was a bit uncomfortable but soon relaxed when I showed I was cool with things. Barb was quite drunk and I could tell the Black Russians had their usual effect, making her horny also. Jamie told her that she looked good enough to eat, causing her to giggle. Then he leaned close and asked if we were looking for some erotic threesome or moresome fun. Barb was a little stunned and said, "Oh no, I can't do that. I am ovulating and don't want to get pregnant." A second later she realized what she said and said that she did not mean that, she meant no she wasn't going to fuck. The more she babbled, the deeper she got until Jamie laid a hand on her leg and told her that he would promise to not come in her if that is what she wanted. Yes that is right, she agreed, then again found her foot in her mouth again and thinking to settle it said no not going to do nothing.
I leaned in close to them and said that I would love to watch her have several orgasms under a black man especially if his cock was large. Barb was a bit shocked that I had said that, but Jamie jumped in again and said he and a buddy had an apartment just a couple blocks away and we should continue the party there. I instantly agreed and before Barb realized it she had her 5th or 6th Black Russian in her hand in his apartment and he was putting mood music on. Then he asked her to dance and she hesitantly agreed. As they danced, Jamie undid the remaining buttons on her blouse, letting it hang open. Barb objected but he explained that he had been teased by glimpses of her lovely tits and wanted an unobstructed view, no matter how brief. Before she could button up, I danced with her and she started telling me how this was a bad idea and why. (a) She was very drunk and not in complete control, (b) she was fertile and if he fucked her ("like you want him to"), she would get pregnant and (c) she certainly had not intention of fucking anybody, especially a black man. How could she explain a mixed baby? She was so busy telling me this that she did not notice my unbuttoning her skirt until it fell off. Barb was standing dressed only in an unbuttoned blouse and as she tried to get her skirt back away from me, she turned to see if Jamie had noticed.