It's been over 6 months since my wife Hazel, went From an Ebony Queen to an Ebony Goddess. I've more than figured out what happened that wild night in Chicago during Hazel's work conference with two co-workers, and how my beautiful ebony queen turned into a goddess (chapter 1).
That night in Chicago, Hazel had gone out drinking and dancing, and well, one thing led to another, and my wife ended up sleeping with her co-workers, Carl and James at the same time. I'm leaving a lot of the details out of course, the whole night could take me pages to describe, but at the end of the day, I know exactly what happened. Hazel isn't aware that I know, but soon it will all come out.
Am I Sherlock Homes, a great investigator and extremely shrewd individual at observations, and I was able to find everything out? No, not even close. My name is Raul, and unless Sherlock looked like Enrique Iglesias, he would look nothing like me. I am just lucky, very very lucky. Not only lucky to basically find out everything about the infamous night in Chicago, but very lucky to have an amazing and extremely wild, and beautiful wife. Out of the two of us, I always thought I was the wild one until I found out the craziness my wife was involved in.
Hazel is beautiful, if you don't know about her from the adventure she had in Chicago, I'll give you a quick description. Hazel is just 5'4", and though she's gained just a few pounds these last few months, her 120 pound dark chocolatey black body still looks amazing. Her tits and ass jiggle incredibly seductive now, and she was blessed that the extra pounds were distributed in all the right places, even her little stretch marks look good! I love smacking her ass and seeing it jiggle, and watch her tits bounce when she's leaning over on top of me or she's bending over for me. She's still petite, and has amazing curves that turn heads everywhere she goes. Hazel had stopped hitting the free weights with me, but discovered yoga, and she loves it. Her flexibility has grown, and her happiness increased.
A guy in the other hand, can't gain weight and have stuff jiggle seductively like a woman can, so about 7 months ago I started hitting the gym consistently. I stand at 5'11", but with my torso and legs being in better shape, I look and feel cut. My dick hasn't grown, of course, but next to my body it definitely looks longer than 6". Definitely not a porn star length, but it's certainly wide enough, and the head is extra big, it's gotten plenty of compliments before on how it massages the g-spot perfectly.
You're probably wondering how I found out of what happened in Chicago right? Two words: sleep talk. Guys and girls, if you sleep talk, put a mouth guard in your mouth before sleeping, or live a wholesome life so you have no secrets. Your hot dreams will betray you.
Obviously Hazel didn't spill all of her secrets at once, but she gave me enough for me to start inquiring. She started off with asking for it to be "harder" and moans. "Deeper" and more moans. Then over the course of a few weeks, she mentioned "Carl" during her moans, and I got very curious. I started to really watch for her talking during sleep, and tried to be as light of a sleeper as possible so I wouldn't miss her clues.
During her sleep talk stage, I can actually ask her very simple questions, and sometimes she answers with something that makes sense. The only Carl I knew was her co-worker from the California corporate office, and she dated a guy named Carey a few years before meeting me, so I was perplexed.
On one night that she was sleep talking, I almost missed it since I was so tired, but I managed to turn over to her as she was moaning. I lightly caressed her shoulder, "You fucking someone, Baby?" I asked her almost fully asleep myself. "My hubby and Carl." Well that woke me up! I was shocked and aroused at the same time.
"You like fucking Carl?" I inquired at a whisper. "Yes, yes I do." She said moving her body. Holy Shit! I thought. I was instantly hard, that turned me on more than it should have, but I had always fantasied about a threesome with Hazel and another girl, didn't think too much about having a guy as a third person. "Good, he likes fucking you too." She just kept slowly moving her body.
Then I asked "When did you last fuck Carl?" She said something I couldn't catch then said "After dancing." Maybe she's talking about Carey, they dated for a while, and I know how horny Hazel gets after a good night of dancing. I liked hearing about her past exploits, she was usually super tight-lipped about such things.
I was beyond hard. "How did Carl fuck you?" I figured I'd still use Carl, even though I'm sure she meant Carey. I gently squeezed her tit, and she responded "While I was blowing James." She was breathing faster. James? Who the hell is that? My wife had two guys at once? Man did she mellow after she met me and got married, my wife was a freak. I never heard of James, but since she didn't talk about her ex boyfriends much, I figured he was one of Carey's friend she never mentioned. "So you liked fucking Carl and James at once huh?"
"Yes, I liked fucking them both." Hazel finally answered, and was breathing a bit slower now, but I was amazed she didn't wake up. She took a deep breath and almost mumbled "I can't wait to go dancing in Chicago again." And resumed her normal sleep, breathing in deeper.
In the morning, I got a pleasant surprised as I woke up. It hadn't been since the days we were dating that she woke me up with a blowjob. Hazel was stroking my dick while she lapped my balls with her juicy tongue. We had a great fuck that morning.
A few weeks went by, and one night, while we had our neighbours over, and they mentioned doing a drinking tour of several US cities after their baby was a bit older. I mentioned that I wanted to return to New Orleans, as I had a great time years ago. Hazel wanted to go to Nashville, our friend George picked Chicago where he's from, and his wife Amy wanted Austin. We each offered our opinions of each choice, and I'd never been to Nashville or Chicago. Hazel then mentioned that even though she'd only been to Chicago once for work, it was a blast, but that Nashville was better. The conversation went on, but that raised my curiosity. It had been many years since she dated Carey, and during her sleep talk she said she had sex with him and his friend James in Chicago after dancing, so it didn't make sense that she had just told us she had only been there for work. She started her current job about a year and a half ago, after we got married. Was she referring to her co-worker Carl during her sleep talk?
It all made sense while I was sitting there with our friends having a beer. She had told me that she went out dancing with Carl and her other co-worker, James, after her last work conference in Chicago. She wasn't sleep talking about a previous sex experience with a past boyfriend, she was talking about an affair she had several months ago during her corporate meeting, she had just left the part out of being in a threesome with her two coworkers when she originally told me about her trip!
I'm not proud of this, but I went all private investigator on her phone after that night of drinks with friends, and looked at any accounts I could get my suspicious-hands on. While she was showering one night, I found a handful of sexy selfies she had taken on her phone, and several pictures I had taken of her posing, or us having sex. Her phone is better, and I use it to take pictures, and I just text or email the pictures to my phone after we're done. I had seen all of those pictures before, so that wasn't a source of concern. I found a sexy one she had sent the previous week, and instead of texting it, I opted to email it. The phone opened up a new message with the picture as attachment, my focus came back, and I cancelled sending it, and I opened up her email app.
I didn't see anything immediately, so I searched for "Carl". A few emails came up, and then I saw the emails I was looking for. I won't bore you with the details, but Hazel reached out to Carl months ago to see how he was doing, and the emails started pretty tame. Then a few weeks ago, she sent him a picture of her in a sexy bra and panty set she thought I'd like, and wanted his opinion. He liked it of course. I had received that same picture, and proceeded to come home and jump her that day, unbeknown to me that another man had given his opinion of the picture before I got to see it.
I was so confused. I was pissed from being cheated on, but turned completely on from the thoughts of my wife being a flirt and a slutty wife. One huge plus while going through her emails on her phone was that I saw an email from Amy, our neighbour and drinking buddy. She sent a selfie of herself with lingerie that barely covered her while George was watching a game in the background, and complaining that her husband rather watch the baseball game than her. I could see George in the background, his chubby self was sitting in the couch glued to the game. Amy was hot, and even after having a kid, her body was amazing, and her slightly saggy tits looked delicious being barely contained in her sexy bra. She looks a bit like Anne Hathaway, but with soft brown hair. I filed that image in my mind. Hazel had responded that she was hot, and even Hazel would jump her if she played for that team. My wife is awesome I thought, then I remembered that she's corresponding with the guy she cheated on me with, so that feeling diminished.
I didn't say anything to Hazel, and continued to listen to her during her sleep talk sessions. I started to really fantasize about having Hazel at the same time with another guy, and that idea took root, and I found myself thinking about it more and more.
