The events here are fictional. Some of what I write is true, but most of it is fantasy.
Sports fans found the last Super Bowl Sunday to be very much anti-climactic and disappointing. In my case, that night could have hardly been more memorable and life affirming.
But allow me to tell you something about myself: My name is Sally. I had spent over twenty years as a dutifully monogamous wife. However, since my divorce from my white husband close to four years ago, I have allowed--make that encouraged--eight men to slip their cocks into my newly accommodating body. Eight black men including my second husband. From that point on I have conceived three biracial babies.
People frequently ask me if my husband, Lee, is the father of each of my biracial babies. I always smile and lie. Why, yes, he is! Of course, I know the identity of each of my children's fathers. This is simple. I'm even pretty sure I know which black man quickened me back during the Super Bowl Night session that knocked me up this last time.
Well, pretty sure anyway.
Since it was Super Bowl Sunday, Lee and I had gone out to dinner with four of his black friends. It was a very tasty dinner at a sports bar in the down town area of our city. You know, the kind where every TV in the place is tuned to pre-game analysis. I enjoyed a nice salmon salad, and two glasses of wine which is my limit, since after two I become totally inebriated. All the other wives except for me were out of town, but I couldn't get off work that weekend to go with them, so I turned out to be the single white woman at a dinner table with five black guys.
After dinner my husband invited his friends over to watch the game and indulge in a few beers. All the guys gladly accepted his invitation. When we got home I got the guys their beers and they started playing pool. I was in the kitchen making them some snacks and could hear them talking. The TV was on and a woman in a commercial must have caught their attention. There were some remarks about her being hot, nice tits, and a great ass. You know guys just being guys. Then I heard one of them say "You know, Lee, your wife has a hot body," and all the others agreed. Lee, my husband, said thanks and they went on chatting about other things. I will admit to a little tingle in my pussy when I overheard the comments about me.
A little history before I continue on. Lee and I have been married for a little over three years. In the three years that we have been married only occasionally have we had a discussion of him seeing me fuck other men? Lee indicated me that he had a desire to see me with other men. He mentioned it as being a fantasy of his. However, the closest we ever got to such a thing was me flashing other men in a public place.
This started a couple years back in a dinner club. We were out having dinner one evening and Lee had gone to the restroom. When he returned, he said, "I want you to spread your legs apart for those fellas over there." We were sitting up in chairs that were higher than the ones at the bar. He had asked me not to wear panties that night with my nearly transparent nude thigh high stockings, and Lee knew it. I looked in front of me and understood exactly what my husband wanted. There were a group of men sitting right at pussy level in front of us. At first, I said no, but I could see the disappointment in his face. So I thought for a bit. He'd seldom made many sexual demands on me that I couldn't handle, and if he wanted this, OK. And so I did as he asked. I opened up my white thighs for the first time for someone other than my new husband to see my pussy. It was exciting. At first one, then two, then all three black men were staring right at my bare pussy. My husband was turned on big time, and oddly enough I found that I was too. I guess I'm just a natural exhibitionist.
That night Lee and I returned home, immediately went to bed and indulged in an exciting and quite memorable fuck. I like to think we'd conceived our second child that night.
Any way back to the story of Super Bowl Sunday. I was in and out of the kitchen serving snacks to the guys he'd invited over. This was early on in the game, so there was still some potential for football drama. I would stop every now and then to watch part of the game or the commercials. I had noticed the guys staring at me a little more than usual. Caught them checking out at my ass and my tits. I enjoyed it, but it seemed like no big deal. I wrote it off to the conversation they'd had earlier.
As the game progressed, I was getting tired and a little bored with the lackluster action; so I decided to go to bed. I delivered one more round of beer and started to say my good nights. Then right in front of all of his black buddies my husband announced, "Sally, the guys all think you are hot." I blushed and looked at them all and said thank you. They were all looking at me, so I became a little embarrassed. Then Lee urged me to "Do us a favor and undress down here. I want the guys to see just how hot you really are."
I could feel my face turn beat red, I almost could not believe what I had just heard. "Lee!?"
Lee walked over to me, with all those other black men staring at me. Then my husband said, "Please, babe. I really want you to undress for these guys!"
I was speechless. Embarrassed, surprised, shocked, and maybe a bit excited, I dropped down on the couch cushion. When I regained my composure or should I say when I came to, every one of those smiling black faces were standing around me. I looked at my husband and asked "Wh-what did you say?"
Lee came over, put his arms around me, looked me in the eyes and softly said, "Please dear, I want to show you off to my friends." I looked at him deciding whether I should slap him and run out of the room or just stand here and cry. I had a million thoughts racing through my brain. What is this all about? Does he really want me nude in front of all his friends? Will he stop me if I start, and just say he was kidding? Is this for real? The wine had long ago worn off, so I knew I was hearing correctly what he was saying.
Then my thoughts shifted to. Will these guys like what they see? Hey, I am thirty-six. I've had three kids and a couple of these men are in their early twenties. I work at a medical supply company during the week, so I can hardly find time to stay in good shape, but my tits are all real, if maybe sagging a little.
Will they like me? Will they think I am a slut? Will my own husband think I am a slut?