Brian, Life as a Mormon - Interracial - A Couple Hundred Black Men
Note: The first few paragraphs repeat from the first story to set this one.
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My new bride stayed in the apartment while I went through basic training and the classes that followed. My first base was Nellis so Vegas would be nearby. We got on base married housing. She brought her car.
Things were great, but women being women, Allie started wondering about her choices. I made some friends with single guys in my unit. Allie loved to cook and would like me to bring some homesick guys around or a meal. Having horny Airmen in the house led to some lively banter. She would work them up and let them down. The general air was that she would fuck them, but didn't. Everybody went home with a hardon from the mild cock teasing that went on. All wanted to come back.
"You love your new role, don't you?" I asked my wife.
"New role?"
"Yeah, cock teaser!"
"Oh now, you think your little bride is a cock teaser?"
"Well, maybe you don't mean to be, but you're awfully good at it."
"Really? Do you think they want to fuck me?"
She gave me a pouty, teasing look and rubbed her hand up her pussy and across her tits.
"Then maybe you need to fuck me in case one of them comes back."
I had been fucking her every morning, sending her off to her job with a cunt load of seed. Then usually twice at night. It wasn't like she needed fucking. Somehow with her teasing the topic of discussion I was rock hard. I know women cheat just from my own family. Hell, I fucked my Mom the weekend I married Allie.
We kind of let it simmer. The meals continued as did the teasing. Allie got to wearing looser tops and no bra. Everyone got a look at a bare tit. Then she'd fuck the hell out of me when they left.
Change always comes ...
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I had an Airman in my group from North Carolina. His wife had decided to stay home with her work and friends while he was in Las Vegas. She said it would be too hot. I never met her, but the Airman was a nice kid. One Friday morning he asked for the day off. He had tears in his eyes. I got it out of him that he had opened a letter from his wife the night before.
"Dear Roland, Since you've been gone I've been fucking other guys. I'll keep fucking around on you. One of them has a particularly large cock. I'm filing for divorce. Please don't fight me on this."
He handed me the letter.
"Jesus, man. I'm sorry. It's a hard lesson. Women like fucking around. They love a new cock in them."
"I don't know what to do."
He started crying in my office.
"Look. Let her divorce you. You don't want her now that she is fucking other guys. Stick out the day and come over to the house tonight. My wife makes a mean meatloaf." I assured him.
Fridays and weekends were usually ours, When I called Allie she seemed open to the company. We hadn't had anyone over during the week and I think she missed the attention from her teasing.
I didn't tell her that Roland was black. I never gave it any thought. We'd had black Airmen over before. This time it kind of struck her. Maybe one of those times the heavens aligned, so to speak.
Allie seemed a little off guard. She had changed from her office work outfit just a few minutes before Roland arrived. As been her custom she was subtly dressed to flirt and tease. Her whole expression showed approval as our black guest acted like he had suddenly forgotten about his unfaithful wife back in North Carolina.
Allie is five foot one and Roland looked six three, six four. So, there was that. They froze with their eyes all over each other. I hadn't really noticed it on the job, but him standing there with my wife the difference in size and height was incredible. Allie wasn't bothered by it a bit after the initial shock with her going into instant flirt mode. She had been flirty with everyone that came to the house, even the black ones.
We went to the living room where I had just set a bottle of wine, cheap wine, and three glasses on the sofa table.
"The meatloaf just went into the oven, so it will be a little while before we can eat. We can sit and talk."
I could see a change in my wife. Flirting had gotten pretty bold in the past. This seemed a little more focused. Roland was eating it up. I could imagine a little puddle in Allie's panties. She wiggled in my recliner while Roland and I sat on the love seat. I could look over and see Roland's hardon pressing down is pant leg. Allie hadn't taken her eyes off it since we had sat down.
"My husband tells me you are having a bad week."
Shit! Why would she lead with that? I wanted a night for Roland to relax and take his mind off his wife dumping him and that was the first thing my wife brought up.
Roland didn't have much to say. He really didn't know much except his wife must be fucking a lot of guys. It was her idea not to come the Nellis. She said she got lonely and started dating. Married, but dating. What a novel idea.
"Sorry, Roland. Why don't you come check on the meatloaf with me."
I could hear them laughing in the kitchen. I leaned up to see and everything seemed alright. They just hit it off surprisingly fast. I could understand Roland dealing with his problems, but what the fuck was my wife up to?
When they came back Roland sat back down on his end of the loveseat, but what the hell? Allie sat down between us and the stood to reach for the remote. This put her ass right towards our faces and Allie seemed to angle her butt more towards our guest. And, shit! Allie's round ass showcased her chubby little camel toe cunt. Her pants were into her slit enough to outline her married pussy. It got me hard and I couldn't get a good look at Roland.
Allie flipped the channels between game shows and the news until she settled on a chick flick movie on a cable channel. As busty chick in a fancy car was kissing the man behind the wheel. Music played on the radio.
"Damn! That was me and Chekenta's favorite song. We would dance to that for hours."
"Sorry, let me change to something else."
"No, leave it. I'm not going to let her ruin it for me."
"I think we have that song on cassette. Dance to it with me? Brian. Get the cassette for us."
Shit! It was one of our favorites, too. I knew right where it was. I popped it into the player and turned it up a little. They started to dance. That went in phases. It would have been something to capture on camcorder if I knew it was headed that way.
When the song ended they kept dancing. He had his hand right above her hip and she had a braless tit nudged into his chest. It was time for me to put a stop to it, but I needed to know how far my wife would go help this young black Airman feel better.
"Play it again?" Would they hear my voice?
"Sure, Honey, turn it up a little."
They got a bit closer. She had both nipples brushing his chest. He had both hands on her waist ... faces about six inches apart. A couple of repeats later Allie had an arm around his neck with their lips almost touching. Her boobs were mashed against him and he had a hand around her waist and the other roaming around on her ass.
I watched my wife in amazement, needing to know where this little Mormon cunt would take it. Next play through he was rubbing his cock into her. Allie was arching her back to give her pussy full contact.
"Oh, my God!" I thought. "She's going to fuck him!"
This song was sure as hell going to be his favorite the rest if his life, fucking her or not. Allie had a smoldering look. Roland's cock punched out against the front of his pants. Both were at the point of having a slow dance induced orgasm. I would not have been surprised if they tossed off their clothes and seeing Roland shove his cock in her right in front of me on the floor.
For some reason I was mellow with it ... wanting to see him fuck my wife. Then the God Damned kitchen timer went off foretelling the meatloaf being done. I was frozen in my tracks, but wanted to rush to the timer and smash it to the floor. Allie on the other hand answered the woman in her and scooted over to silence the damned thing.
You could see the confusion and frustration on her face. Roland looked like he was fucking someone and she slipped off his dick and left him just as he was about to cum. Allie gave a silly grin.
"Dinner's ready!"
Well, dinner was interesting. They kept giving each other "the look". Then they would look at me with "How in the hell do we get this past him?" look.
My wife was locked in the mode. I had no idea about how to deny her, or stop her for that matter. If I wanted to stop her?
At the end of the meal and the dirty dishes before us Allie provide the answer to the question bouncing around in our heads.
"Honey, you can clear the table and wash the dishes or you can come and watch. I'm going to fuck him!"
Her look now was defiant, yet smug. Roland looked at me for a signal. I nodded my head. My wife took him by the hand and led him into our bedroom. Sure, loveseat, chair, table, even the floor. I think it was meanness that made her lead him to our bed.
Allie started to undress while Roland and I stood and watched. I knew she was braless to tease. I didn't know when or where her panties had gone, or if she had them on on the first place.
"Well, guys. Am I going to be the only one naked here?"
Her eye contact never came to me, remaining on her black soon to be lover. He never took his eyes off her beauty as his clothes came off. I should have stopped them. I gave him a lot of credit for assuming it correct to fucking a superior officer's wife in their own bed.