It was Saturday evening and all day Gary had been excited. He pulled me close and I felt the bulge in his trousers.
"You're up to something."
"Let's play tonight. On a scale of one to ten, how much of a slut are you?"
"Ten," I whispered.
"If you'll follow my instructions tonight, we'll have some fun," He said taking out an envelope from his pocket. I carefully opened the envelope and read the note.
Good Evening Slut,
Take a shower and when you return to the bedroom you will dress in the clothes laid out on the bed for you. At 8pm you will come downstairs and it will be time to play. We have a visitor tonight; an old friend and he is going to enjoy himself as I have told him he is to use you. I want to be proud of you tonight slut.
Gary Xx
"Yes." I answered breathlessly. "Are you going to tell me who's coming round?"
"Remember John, the guy we met at Erotica? I kept his email address and kept in touch. He wants you again. You do fancy some fun tonight Jayne?"
"You know I enjoyed John, You sound like you want him to do me." I replied.
"I can't wait to see him fuck you," he said.
"I know what you really mean is that you want to see me on the end of his big black cock getting fucked senseless."
Gary flushed and fidgeted and I knew I had him spot on. It is definitely my husband's favourite watching me having sex with black men. For both my sexual pleasure and his voyeurism we agreed for me to have sex with black men preferably, when we had swinging fun with single guys.
"Go and get ready darling, he'll be here soon."
This sort of thing had started as a bit of fun for us, as a way to spice up our sex life. I had always fantasized about giving up control and our swinging was so good with Gary in control as I had no guilty conscience. Gary loves bringing my submissiveness into our swinging lifestyle and I love being the submissive slut wife, he knows my tastes so well.
I stepped into the shower, my mind full of visions of John between my thighs using me, while Gary watched. My hands wandered between my legs as I lathered up and thought about what I was about to do, but I decided not to let myself climax. I heard movement in the bedroom and realised Gary was sorting out my clothes. I finished showering and walked naked into the bedroom, candles lit the room, large vodka on the table and my selected clothes lay on the bed. I dressed slowly and enjoyed my drink, I heard voices downstairs and began to fantasise about what is to come.
I pulled on the black hold up stockings first, stepped into the high stiletto heels and then zipped on a small black fishnet dress. No underwear was on the bed, so the final addition was the black leather "D" ring collar. I placed the collar around my neck and buckled it into place, now a slut and nervously I went downstairs and into the lounge.
"Good girl. You look just perfect!" My husband says sitting cross-legged, a shaven headed black guy sitting next to him and a duvet spread on the floor.
"Jayne, you remember John."
They looked me up and down, examining my efforts. I felt nervous and apprehensive as I stood before them wondering what was planned.
John smiled, then stood and moved towards me. "You look beautiful Jayne, high heels make your legs look very sexy." He said looking straight at me. I saw him glance down at my tits than down toward my legs undressing me with his deep brown eyes. Gary poured another three more vodkas, passed one to me and another to John before toasting, "To swingers and lovers!"
I drank my second vodka quickly and then another was given to me, as John's hand slipped onto my bottom so casually, but firm and confidant knowing for sure that I was easy meat tonight.
"I suggest you get straight down to it so she doesn't to change her mind." Gary said to John.
"Guess you still like to watch your wife being fucked?" John said to Gary as he I sat in the chair looking at us.
"Yes I do. I love it and she does too."
We all three quickly downed our drinks, my head was swimming and I trembled nervously as John pulled me close against his muscular chest and we kissed, hot open mouth kisses. We all knew what was going to happen as John unzipped my dress and pushes me onto my knees.
"I want you to suck my cock. On your knees to me and suck me." He whispered as I felt his hand on the top of my head, pushing me to my knees. He unzipped his trousers and pulled my face closer until my lips wrapped around the end of his cock. Gripping my hair and he started to gently thrust between my lips.
"Go for it, make his cock hard for you." Gary said from behind me.
I felt so slutty on my knees sucking John off while my husband sat nearby. My lips slid up and down his hard black cock making it shiny and glisten. I slipped my right hand between my thighs, a finger sinking into my pussy. I slide another finger in my moist pussy; arching my back squirming, my fingers making squelching noises.
"You like that, don't you Jayne? You like sucking me in front of your husband."
