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 thingsβwhat I would wear, how I would look, would I be naughty or nice, and if Dorsey would choose me instead of herβI 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.