My wife and I had been married for six years and we had recently moved to Hawksville a bigger town or small city in the south and were finding it hard to establish friends in our new location.
Other than that, life was the usual routine of work for us both, looking forward to the weekends when we could drive to the beach, or just hang by our pool. I had married her when she was 19 and I was 35. My love life, if you could call it that, was generally pathetic and most girls turned me down for even just a date. So when this shy teenage knockout not only agreed to date but agreed to marry, well I was over the moon. Neither of us particularly wanted to have children, especially me.
I took the usual ribbing about 'robbing the cradle' while thinking to myself that my friends were all just jealous that I married a very hot teenager, just out of high school. most of my 'friends' called me a wimp behind my back so I took much pride in having Emily all to myself. Her body was to die for, neither of us had much sexual experience so I loved introducing her to my cock, which I convinced her was 'larger than normal.'
Each time I was transferred with the big insurance conglomerate for which I worked, it meant more responsibility and longer hours always compensated with generous increases in remuneration.
In this case, it was to establish a new branch in a bustling town which had huge potential, with a firm eye to getting some of the insurance business from the massive Rhino Industries. It would also mean a big change for Emily who found herself once again looking for a job in a strange city.
I didn't have to travel on business much other than quarterly trips to the Head Office near Chicago. Some guys had to travel constantly and I noticed that put a strain on their home lives with their lonely wives. Guys tended to drink more when away and seek female comforts, either other travellers or professional sex workers who were more than easy to find. They then would be upset when their wives took on lovers. I always felt if my young wife wanted to sample another man, then that would be ok as long as she told me about it.
As a few years passed, Emily completely lost her shy demeanour and loved dressing up in sexy clothes. I used to tease her that she was becoming a 'party animal' and loved showing off her sensational breasts and ass. She just giggled and said something like 'if you have it you should flaunt it.'
In our previous city, my wife loved to party and I often stayed in the background and watched her flirt with other guys. The flirting sometimes lead to some sexy close dancing, and occasionally I would lose track of her at a party. If she let a guy feel her up a bit, she will always tell me in great detail what the guy did and what she did and it often led to great sex for us both when we got home.
Emily, or Em as I always call her has to be careful of her wine intake as sometimes she can get too adventurous with other guys. As long as she is careful and is open and honest with me and it leads to great sex for us what's the big deal?
Once at a party in our old hometown, she gave a complete stranger a blowjob when she showed him where the bathroom was located. She reported to me that her knees hurt from kneeling on the tile floor while sucking him off! I commiserated with her and when she told me how big his cock was it made mine very hard indeed. It was not until we got home and got into bed and started making out that she told me he was black, and that she 'loved doing it for him' and that she even 'wanted more black cock'.
It was the best sex we ever had, but it was also the first time she had ever said my cock was 'so much smaller than her black friend.'
On our honeymoon, it was obvious that I was her first sexual partner, which didn't bother me in the slightest, as she obviously loved getting laid and was active, vocal and
very very easy to bring to orgasm multiple times usually with my mouth, as she often said my cock 'just didn't cut it'.
Even now when she calls herself the world's greatest cock teaser, I don't mind.
I even help her dress provocatively so the guys get to ogle her great young breasts and ass. It is a huge turn on for me to help assist in doing up her sheer lacy white bra while she won't let me touch her large firm breasts or engorged nipples.
She tells me to kneel and has taught me how to roll up her stockings on her sexy legs while brushing my aching hands away from her neatly trimmed sweet pussy. Putting on her matching sheer lace panties is the highlight of our little game.
I hope that later after she is ready she will permit me access with my tongue and mouth to pleasure her. But that is after the party when she has had her fun with cock teasing other guys.
Em is very personable and we felt she would land a good job with her multitude of talents. After a few fruitless interviews, she was offered a great job as a senior coordinator at a local special event planner. Em was thrilled as she explained it, "Oh, Doug, every day is different and the guys and gals at work are all so hip and cool.
They seem to party a lot and hang around together even on weekends. There is a very cute young black guy that all the girls really want to date!
"I told him I was happily married and he said that didn't matter to him. Isn't that wild?"
I was a bit taken aback but did not comment, she seemed very happy and I was so tied up in my own responsibilities I wasn't about to rain on her parade. Besides, I now knew that it was true about black guys being very well endowed so I could see why the white girls and women were interested in exploring that possibility.
A few weeks after she told me about the gang at work, she said she was going out with the whole group to party on Friday night. They had just concluded a huge conference and their bosses were going to join them for a celebration.
Spouses were not included.
She also said that one of the bosses, Mr Elrod, had taken a shine to her and given her a special generous bonus for all of her hard work. He said that the client had been so pleased by 'the new girl' that he specifically mentioned Em by name.
She said it would 'probably' not be a late night, and she would be fine as there were only about five guys and eleven or twelve gals. I wasn't sure what that meant.
I asked her if the cute black guy she had mentioned a few times was going out with the group?
She replied, "Oh, yes Doug. His name is Clint and he told me he would be keeping an eye on me to protect me and make sure I wasn't a bad girl. Isn't he so funny?"
She seemed very excited about the event so I left her to her makeup preparations.
When she came downstairs she looked stunning. Her minidress was very tight across her chest, and while not particularly low cut it still emphasised her breasts with the silk material hugging her invitingly. The skirt was so short she looked like the teenager she was when I married her.
I went to kiss her and she stepped back, "Please don't kiss me, I just spent ages on my makeup.
"Get me a drink to calm my nerves."
I didn't think that was a particularly good idea on an empty stomach given her habit of flirting outrageously when she has a few drinks, but she insisted and when she insists on something, anything really, I know I have to do what she says. I guess I am getting 'pussy whipped' as I understand some of my friends say behind my back.
