My wife, and I are very opened, and honest with each other, so early in our relationship she shared with me about her strong attraction to black guys. She had even described past sexual exploits with a few of them in detail. Some of it quite slutty behavior actually.
I knew that she had dated only black guys before me, but I had no idea how much she craved black cock until recently.
We've been married for just over a year, and both love to shoot pool, so one night a month we grab our cues, and go to the local poolhall.
Unfortunately last weekend all the tables were taken at our normal hangout so we decided to go to a small poolhall across town. I knew it was in a mostly black neighborhood, but didn't give that much thought.
As soon as we walked in I noticed that there were no other white people in the place, and all eyes were on my wife. There were about a dozen black guys in the smoke filled poolhall, and not a female in sight. I Immediately got nervous about the attention she drew.
"Honey, we should go back to our pool hall." I said in her ear not wanting to be overheard.
She looked around at all the staring men and said "It'll be fine." "I can fend them off sweetie." She assured me, as she smiled at the room full of men totally unphased by their stares.
We approached a table, where the two guys playing welcomed us to play teams. They didn't even try to hide their lusty stares as they ogled my little blonde bombshell wife.
Sirinas 34C tits were on full display, and the silk blouse she was wearing should have been accompanied by a bra, but she claims she can't shoot pool in a bra. This meant her nipples were quite noticeable through the sheer fabric.
Almost immediately the guys began to flirt with my wife. "Damn girl, you're fine as fuck" was the first compliment from one muscular guy.
Another even larger gentleman chimed in " You sure fill that blouse well babygirl." Sirina just smiled, and thanked the muscle bound man for the compliment before leaning over to shoot.
She was wearing a black leather micro mini that barely covered her perfect, round ass. This drew more comments from the group gathering around us.
"Fuck honey you got a fine muthafuckin ass." I heard come from behind me. as another big black stud walked up and handed her a shot of Tequila.
She downed the shot and wiggled her ass for him. "I work out she said." giggling. That's when the comments began to get dirty.
"Shit Sugar tits, I'll give you a workout." he replied causing me to stand up straight from eyeing my attempt to sink the 8 ball. The big guy closest to me looked at me crazy and shook his head NO. I balked, and leaned back down to shoot. I had just backed down, and the whole room knew I wouldn't try to do anything to stop the aggressive behavior.
Now it was up to my wife to shut this down. To my surprise though, my wife just grinned at him and said, "It's gonna take more than one drink to pull me Daddy."
I was shocked by her reply! Who is this women disguised as my wife? I wondered as several shots were quickly offered up from the large crowd that was gathering. Sirina drank one shot then another. I was flustered, and missed an easy bank shot, losing the game.
The guy who had just offered my wife a workout had next game. "C'mon Workout partner, you're Daddys team" he joked with my wife. "Oooh...Pretty confident you're gonna get a workout huh"? Sirina replied biting her lower lip, and looking him up and down. She was getting buzzed, I could tell.
"Baby I'm gonna have your sweet lil ass bent over this pool table within the hour." he bragged.
"We'll see about that." she replied confidently glancing over at me, as if their exchange was perfectly normal. I was so uncomfortable, and nervous, that I couldn't even keep eye contact.
The big black guy next to me pushed me easily down into a chair, as I noticed another go to the front door, and lock it. I just stared down at my hands in my lap, afraid to budge.
" This stranger was telling my wife he was going to bend her over, and fuck her in front of a crowd of guys, and I couldn't even gather up the courage to intervene!
She went to the end of the table to break, and as she bent over to aim I saw him reach out, and palm one of her ass cheeks. To my dismay Sirina didn't even flinch. She just kept eyeing her shot. She took her time as he copped a good feel, squeezing, and rubbing her ass.
She looked over at me as if I was invisible, unphased by the look of fear, and discomfort on my face.
It had to be obvious that none of this was okay with me, yet she eased her ass back into his huge hand while looking into my eyes.
The entire place began to mumble and a few guys glanced at me. Waiting for me to stop this guy from seducing my wife right in front of me. I was frozen, however, and sat by helplessly watching him fondle my wifes ass, then slide a finger between her legs to rub her pussy.
She took her shot then turned to face him. "Two can play at that game." she said, and grabbed his crotch, rubbing his bulge for several seconds.
He just grinned as her eyes lit up, and sparkled. "Wow, she whispered, as she squeezed his huge cock.
Once again she looked over at me, this time with a guilty, almost sad look on her face.
Up to this point she had convinced herself that she would just tease and enjoy all the attention. Now however, she was coming to the realization that she wouldn't be able to say no to the big black dick growing in his pants.
She'd been quietly craving this moment since her last good pounding by a black stud, and she knew now that she had to have it.
She stroked it slowly through his jeans for a moment before he whispered in her ear. "I bet you wanna suck my big black cock right now." "Don't you"? taunting her, and handing her another shot of Tequila.
She took the shot looked up into his eyes, and slowly nodded yes. "Well get on your knees and suck that black dick baby." He demanded crudely.
She glanced over in my direction one last time, hoping I had somehow vanished, but there I was looking at her with desperation on my face. "Sorry baby" she mouthed to me.
She turned back to face him once again, and he looked down at the bulge in his pants as if to say, "What are you waiting for."
Slowly, in a pure act of submission my wife eased down to her knees.
The room full of black men, who were all standing by quietly watching erupted with cheers , and cat calls as she knelt in front of their friend obediently reaching up to undo his belt, and unbutton his pants,
