Disclaimer: This story contains adult content and must not be viewed unless you are 18 years of age or older. The story features a theme of interracial sex between a Hotwife, and her black lovers. If you find this theme offensive please read no further.
As stated in my previous story, The School Teacher, I teach third grade, am a wife and mother of three. Although I am not perfect, I am considered attractive and have worked hard to maintain my curves. My husband John calls me his "Hotwife" and is willing to do anything to please me. He loves to fantasize about me being "taken" by other men. While making love, he verbalizes his fantasies and I play along. One of our favorite arousing tales is for me to be used by virile black men. My body begins to tingle just thinking about being the center of attention with several black men.
Recently, I had the opportunity to let my hair down and act on our bedroom fantasy. Although John was not home that weekend, I knew he would not object. It was great and I did it for our sexual pleasure only--we have no regrets. After telling John all about my adventure, he suggested I share the stories with our readers. I am getting aroused just thinking about what happened.
In summary, John was gone one weekend and purely by accident the opportunity to go to dinner with my black school principal Dorsey presented itself, and the rest shall we say is history. Anyway, after our first love making session Friday evening, in my marital bed, my black lover Dorsey (6'3" 240+ pounds, nearly 10 inches, thick and uncut) invited me to his friend's house in Boston for a party that Saturday evening.
Dorsey thought it would be great if we could get together again before my husband came back into town. According to Dorsey, the party was supposed to be four or five couples; all good friends of his. The way he made it sound was that there would be white couples as well as blacks and he implied that there was going to be a pretty single blonde girl there too.
By the way he talked about her, I figured the girl was a previous or possibly even his current girlfriend. And, as strange as it sounds, I was a bit jealous.... I kept telling myself to act like a lady even if he can't spend much time with me. I can't believe this, I only slept with this black Adonis once and yet I was jealous... I felt like a sophomore in high school and would do anything to prove that I was his girl now. What I didn't expect was to be a part of a gangbang! I was a bit curious when he suggested that I bring a digital camera to the party but I brushed it off.
I woke up Saturday morning and John called me just as he said he would. We shared a rich cup of coffee while we talked on the phone. He asked me how Friday's happy hour went and I simply told him it was a great send off for the departing teacher. He asked if anything else happened and I said a few of us went to dinner and that I went to bed shortly after. I wanted to tell him everything but I just couldn't; I didn't know how he would react so I avoided the topic altogether.
Now what I really had in mind was to end the conversation and get prepped for Dorsey's party later that evening. But I couldn't rush John, so we talked about his meetings, and the morning paper and about how much he was looking forward to coming home on Sunday to see me and yada, yada, yada. After what seemed to be an eternity, we ended our call, I cleaned up the kitchen and went to soak in a hot Oil of O'lay bath.
I was rubbed raw from last night's screwing and my pussy was hurting all over, but I was not going to pass up a chance to see Dorsey again. I bathed in my oils, and shaved my pussy nice and smooth. I heard that black men love their white sluts to be completely shaven and I was going to win him from that "other" women. I was prepared to do anything to show her who was queen. As I soaked, I thought about last night and began to tingle down there. I felt sexy again, and I started to touch myself. I caressed my breast and my nipples became hard straight away. The headlights came on if you know what I mean. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander as I caressed my silky smooth body. It was a great feeling and I felt like I could cum just by thinking about my adulterous affair with Dorsey. I started to touch my pussy.
As much as I wanted to climax, I stopped caressing; I was still raw, and wanted to save myself for later that night, hoping we would get the chance. I thought about other things—what I would wear, how I would look, would I be naughty or nice, and if Dorsey would choose me instead of her—I could only hope. After the soothing bath, I painted my toenails and fingernails bright red. I was feeling very naughty and of course it was all in my mind.
Well, early evening arrived and right on time, Dorsey called. Be there at eight he said. He told me that I should dress for him and asked me to put on some silky nylons, garter belt, short skirt and stilettos heels if I had any. I was excited, yet nervous and very curious about the night's activities. I put on a short black skirt, white silk blouse with a black bra, hose, garter belt and my old reliable white 4" heels. I even put on a gold anklet chain. My stockings had an eye catching outline heel treatment in black along with a black welt and backseams with contrasting tan legs that glimmered in the night - truly a sexy ebony and ivory combination! I debated for a while but then chose to go panty-less. This was way outside my character as an elementary school teacher and I could not believe what had come over me-- I wanted to be naughty.
Dorsey greeted me at the door, hugged me and gave me a very deep soulful kiss. I kept trying to look around him to see if there was a girl watching us but I didn't see her. That was a good sign and his kiss said a lot too. What I did see were three other black men, but no other women. I figured the other women were in the kitchen getting things ready. Silly me, with my old fashioned values.
Dorsey did the introductions. Shannon, TJ and James. They were a little shorter than him but they all ranged around 6'ish. Shannon had a shaved head but was a bit overweight, James was lighter skin and had a good build with a very tight butt, and TJ looked very "studley" with long dreadlocks and a goatee. They kissed my hand and offered me a seat on the sofa. The music was playing some Barry White and the lights were dim.
After meeting the boys and looking around the house, I realized that I was the only female. I asked where the other couples were and the other girl. He assured me she was coming but Dorsey confessed that we were the only ones coming on such a short notice. We had a few gin and tonics, and after about an hour the other women arrived.
Kathy was really pretty too with blonde hair and big breasts, but she was a bit shorter than I. She dressed very slutty in my opinion and when Dorsey greeted her with the same soulful kiss, I got very jealousy. I quickly bit down hard on my lip. Behave Pam I told myself, as I shook her hand and offered her what I was drinking. She said no thank you, I'll have some red wine please. At least she said, please. The six of us sat around talking and the guys were making sexual innuendoes about both of us white ladies.
We were the center of attention just as in the long-time fantasy of mine and I knew it was all about sex to the boys. The men were very respectful, talkative and polite but it was the two of us against 4 men. They were telling Dorsey that he shouldn't have hidden me from them for so long if he knew I was at his school.
Not only were we the center of attraction, we were to be the entertainment too. Dorsey handed me a Tangere and Tonic (TNT), knowing that I needed something stronger than wine to calm me down. I think I downed my first gin in two swallows. Dorsey took the glass and went over to the bar where he mixed me another. I think he knew that I would be much more relaxed with a few of these.
Kathy and I were chatting and then excused ourselves to go to bathroom. The men made some off-handed remarks about the two of us when we returned the living room. All of the men were complimenting me on my appearance and on Kathy's beautiful blonde hair and shapely breasts. She was much chestier than me. My breasts are very tiny, 34B, but my nipples really extend out when I am aroused.
The men were getting much more blatant about their intentions and I could tell things were about to heat up. I had yet to comprehend what was happening as Dorsey took my hand and asked me to dance. He was whispering in my ear that I was a hot sexy creature and he wanted me to have a wonderful time. I told him that I was a bit nervous about this and that I only wanted him. He made me feel safe in his arms and told me it would be alright. He assured me that he would take care of me, that everything would be fine and that I would have the time of my life.
As we danced he kept rubbing my ass and my silk nylons all the while bragging that he was the one that suggested this outfit. At one point he slid his hand under the front of my skirt an after realizing that I had no panties, he began doodling my clit. He then moved his hands to the back of my skirt and began to pull it up. I kept trying to push it back down and saw a camera flash go off, then another. The boys were having fun. I asked him to behave and stop giving them a peep show.
As Dorsey was rubbing my ass he asked me if I had been thinking about him because he was thinking about me all day. He asked if I enjoyed myself yesterday in bed. I did and I nodded affirmatively while I kissed his neck and squeezed his bum! He asked if I wanted him again tonight as he pulled my dress up. I told him that I thought that I would be meeting his girlfriend and other couples. It wasn't a place that we should be talking about last night. I asked him what he was trying to do....
I then jokingly said, "Besides, I have a skirt on and no panties do you think we should drop right down here on the living room floor and go for it?" He told me that he was certain that they could find a bed and something to use instead of his fingers. I would soon find out. We sat down and continued to make small talk while Kathy and I rotated dancing with everyone. Kathy even asked me to dance--it was a fast song although she reached out for my hand and held it a little longer than she should have. The compliments were flowing as well as the booze.