My wife had found my cuckold porn on my computer, rather than freak out about it she had incorporated it into our sex life, but how far was she willing to go. She had said at the end of our first fantasy session that she was going out with her girlfriend and some of her black friends to a club. I did not know whether to be worried or turned on...
The next day my wife came out of the bathroom after getting ready for her "date." She had on a tight and sexy black dress, high heels, and slightly heavier than normal makeup. Was she really going to do this? I wondered but knew the answer. I still wondered how far would she go and whether we should stop this now.
I was at her instructions naked. She took a package out of the closet and handed it to me. I opened it and found inside the pink paper bag a male chastity device.
"Put it on. I don't want you whacking off all over the place while I am gone," She helped me put the device on locking it in place with a tiny padlock. Then she took the key and put it in her bag. The doorbell rang and I hid in the kitchen as my wife went out the door with Karen to her boyfriend's SUV.
Karen and Ted were friends of ours who were into the whole "hot-wife" lifestyle, however, it ended with Karen falling in love with one of the "bulls" and leaving Ted for him. This whole story added an element of danger and excitement to what my wife was doing.
I got a text a few minutes later telling me not to go too far from my cell phone.
An hour later it buzzed, it was a text message with a picture of the club they were in. The people in the club appeared to be nearly all black from what I could see. Ten minutes later there was another buzz, the image was of my wife, on the dance floor, dancing with a black guy.
There was another shot soon after that of them all sitting around the table together with one guy very close to my her. I wanted to pull the plastic prison off of my cock and jerk off right there and then but of course that would be impossible. I had to wait in frustration until my wife got home.
She was dropped off a little after midnight. She smiled when she got in at first saying she was going to go to bed, then she turned around and said she said she was only joking. She went into her purse and took out the key and gave it to me allowing me to remove the chastity device. She went to the couch and had me remove her panties. I had not known until then that she had been wearing little lace black panties.
As I licked her pussy I was surprised to have found she had shaved herself bald. She told me about her outing. They had gone first to have dinner at a restaurant. "I hope none of our neighbors came in as I was sitting next to one of Karen's boyfriend's friends, Earl."
"We went to the club and there were a few white ladies there, most of them with black guys. We got a table and I danced with Earl on the dance floor and you know he could really dance. I felt at first a little self-conscious about doing this but after I relaxed it was fun. Then there came a slow number and he danced close to me. Really close, and he brushed against me. I had to pull away, Karen being there and all. But it, his cock, felt really big."
I could hardly believe it was my wife saying this.
"And he had asked me out."
"But didn't he know you are married?"
"Yes! But I don't think it mattered much to him."
My cock felt so hard it wanted to explode.
"Well I think you earned this so since you have been so good I will allow you to fuck me. Just this once."
Almost before the world "once" finished coming out of her mouth I was up tearing off her clothing and kissing her deeply. I shoved it in her getting on top of the couch as I enjoyed her mix of musk, perfume and sweat. Based on the excitement I came fairly quickly but without being asked she sucked my cock until it was hard again as I fingered making my seed trickled back onto my own hand.
Soon I was fucking her again bending her over the arm of the couch. Now had I been in a more sane state we might have talked about her "interracial adventures" real or imagined some more, but at this point all I could think of was pounding her pussy until I could not do it anymore.
When I was done I carried her into the bedroom where we fucked a third time. We were a little less frantic as we kissed each other deeply. When we were done we drifted to sleep and it seemed that seven seconds later the alarm clock rang.
She came out of the bathroom and got dressed putting on a black bra and that tight black sweater of hers. She adjusted the stockings as she snapped on the garters to each. I asked her why she was dressing that way.
"Remember Sam, the coworker, the black coworker that asked me out? Well we are going to be working overtime together tonight. Wait! Stop! We are going to be late for work."
I told her we would drive in as I bent her over the bed. On the way in she told me she was going to tease the shit out of me and him at the same time.
When she got home she said he had made another pass at him.
"I told him no of course but the door is always left open. Oh and I need you to get up a bit early tomorrow Karen is coming over and I want you to hear what she has to say."
"What makes you think that she will talk in front of me?" And what are you going to talk about?"
"The reason I want you to get up early is you need to clean out the hall closet, as you are going to be sitting in there, naked, except for..." She opened her nightstand's draw she has a pair of pink panties and the chastity device.
The next day I got up super early and moved all the stuff to other closets and the garage. All the time I was sporting a king sized hard-on. When I was done my wife had me strip. She totally ignored my agonized cock and instead had me relax until it went down enough so it could fit it inside the device. Once it was locked on she had me put on the pink panties, they were ultra-tight barely able to fit over the plastic chastity device.
She put a little stool in the closet and closed the door telling me that the door might open at any time if I misbehaved. I sat in there for a half hour until Karen came in.
I listened as they engaged in small talk, then Karen asked my wife how she enjoyed the club.
"Well, it was a bit different than the ones I usually go to."
"Different how?" said Karen giggling.
"The music was different and..."
"And what?"
"There were a lot of black guys there," my wife said giggling a bit more.
"Did it make you feel uncomfortable?"
"A bit."
"You know my ex-husband would really get off on something like that. But that did not stop you from dancing with Earl.
"Well I like to dance and sometimes Mark does not want to dance all that much."
"Are you sure that you don't mean something else when you say: dancing?" Karen laughed.
