The warm water washed over Jane's body as she washed away the cum that just an hour earlier had been deposited on her body and clothes. "I've put your dress in the wash," the voice of Rob cut over the sound of the shower. He had been such a generous husband and father, collecting their son from school while she had gone off to fuck black guys.
"Thanks," Jane replied in between dipping her head under the water. "I so needed that fuck tonight, it's two weeks since Tim left, I can't remember the last time I went so long without black cock."
"So how many were there in the end?"
"Five," said Jane as she inspected a love bite on her left breast. "It was the three guys I fucked on my birthday last year and I had been told that one of them might bring a friend, in the end he brought two."
Pushing the shower curtain out of the way, Rob climbed into the shower naked. Spotting a love bite on Jane's left breast Rob bent over and licked and kissed it for a moment. "All bareback?" he asked and Jane nodded as he dropped to his knees. Lying against the wall Jane opened her legs and let Rob feast on the cum that still filled her.
"There's three good loads in there, the fourth landed on my breasts and the fifth on my tongue."
Rob greedily lapped at the clitoris and labia of his wife as she pushed any remaining cum out of herself and into his mouth. When they had met, Jane had never suspected this reality of Rob. That he was not interested in sex with her providing she was having sex with others. That they had become only black men had been the result of a chance meeting with Tim five years ago. Now Tim had moved on and Jane was desperate to replace him with a new regular lover.
The following morning Jane waved goodbye to Rob and their son from the doorstep of the house. As she let the front door click shut she considered her options. Two weeks ago, she had fucked Tim at the bottom of the garden and she was fully aware that her next-door neighbour who was only 18 years old had watched the whole thing. At the time she had dropped hints that she would be available but from the neighbour there had been nothing. No interest, no contact and no desire though over that two weeks Jane had seen him with a string of very fit looking black girls of a similar age. On one occasion, on an afternoon when his parents had been out, she had even heard the sounds of the neighbour making one of those girls scream.
Jane settled on a solution, she needed to go and speak to the neighbour, create an excuse that would tempt him. She headed upstairs and into the bedroom she shared with Rob. Heading for the back of their walk-in wardrobe she opened a cupboard door inside of which was stored all of her sluttiest clothes. Running a hand along the hangers Jane considered each outfit until her mind settled on one in particular. Lifting it out, she pulled it open with a hand for a better look at the thin piece of red material, "perfect," she said with a gasp of pleasure. Hanging the dress on the handle of the door she looked down into the bottom of the cupboard and selected a set of black stiletto heels. Slipping her silk dressing gown from her shoulders Jane took a moment to admire her body in the mirror. The lovebite on her left breast was still noticeable, a small brown bruise a few centimetres outside of the nipple. She looked at it and remembered the face of the guy who left it, a man who had bitten her just as he had filled her with cum.
Taking the dress from its hanger, Jane pulled it over her head and took a few minutes to adjust it. Then she slipped her stiletto's on to her feet before checking herself in the mirror again. She loved this dress and when Rob had first seen it he had called it her bimbo outfit. A halter neck of red satin formed two thing straps of material that ran down over her breasts. The material thin enough that there was an excessive amount of skin visible on both sides of each tit. Just below the top of the hips these two thin straps then met the rest of the skirt which was comprised of a micro mini skirt only 6 inches in depth. The outcome was that the whole thing looked like it could fall off her at any moment while there was no way that underwear could be worn without being seen. Further, the lower hem of the skirt was so high that from many directions the viewer had a clear image of Jane's pussy presented to them.
Turning round, Jane checked that the rear was correctly adjusted and was rewarded with a view of the two pale white globes of her backside only just covered by the tight pulling satin. Next was her makeup, walking over to her dressing table she sat down. Slowly and carefully Jane covered her face in blush before applying the thick black eyeliner and deep red lip stick that would finish her look. Finally satisfied Jane headed back downstairs and picked up her mobile phone. Taking a quick selfie she sent it to Rob, "I'm going to go get the neighbour."
Leaving via the front door Jane walked slowly down her drive and on to the road beyond. There was a large hedge between her house and that of her neighbours and she could not be certain that he was there alone. Turning the corner Jane jumped as she bumped into another of her neighbours. In his early 60's he lived in the house opposite and on seeing Jane he smiled. "Hi Jane! You're looking rather ravishing today?"
If it had been anybody else Jane would have likely been embarrassed to have been discovered in broad daylight looking like a bimbo slut. On this occasion though she knew that she had nothing to worry about. Brian was seen by many as the local elderly pervert. His wife was even younger than Jane and he had met her on the set of a porn film. While Jane would never have slept with Brian as he was white, he had once brought a couple of hunky black guys round for her. It was fair to say that Brian was fully up to speed with Jane's needs and desires.
"I hear that Tim has moved on?" he offered.
Jane nodded her head. "Yes, he has got himself a serious girlfriend and no longer wants to continue our thing," she replied.
Brian grinned and looked Jane up and down before looking around the street. "I've just come from your neighbours, he is alone," said Brian with a wicked glint in his eye. "At least I take it that is why you have gone for the full slut look at this time of day, trying to seduce your neighbour?"
For a moment Jane could feel herself blushing. "Could you introduce us?" she asked and Brian nodded. "I had dropped some hints and yet he appears to have not acted on them."
"There, there," said Brian as he took Jane by the arm and interlocked it with his own. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, he's just a bit shy."
The two of them walked up the drive, Jane holding on to Brian's arm as they approached the door. Reaching up, Brian pressed the door bell and they waited together in silence for the neighbour to answer. There was a slight creak as the heavy wooden door started to open slowly and Jane found herself going weak at the knees as she saw the neighbour stood inside. He was tall and almost as dark as Tim in skin colour. Not as bulked up with muscle as Tim he had the physique of someone who played a lot of basketball. As the neighbour stood before them Jane just couldn't help but stare at his crotch. He was wearing a long, black dressing gown which was open and the only thing covering his modesty was a pair of boxer shorts. The front of which were being held away from his body by the huge, hard tent pole that passed for his penis. In that moment Jane was convinced that he had been having a wank.
"Hi Oscar, I know I only just left but I found this little slut out on the street and she needed help to find you."
On hearing Brian talk Oscar smiled and stepping out of the doorway he signalled for them both to enter. Taking care not to trip on the step up into the house, Jane followed Brian into the large hallway. "I don't know how well you know Jane, she's your neighbour and she is also a very proud and active Queen of Spades; if you are familiar with that?"
Oscar indicated that the three of them should move into the living room and took a seat on the arm of a sofa while Jane stood in front of them. Meanwhile Brian moved to the far end of the same sofa and took a seat. The hunky, young, black guy licked his lips and Jane noticed that his cock did not seem to be losing any of its hardness. Glancing at Brian, Oscar smiled before turning back to Jane and taking the time to absorb the sight that she was presenting to him. His right hand rubbed at this face, "I've seen Jane around, I've also seen she has regular visits from black men of various ages." Jane glanced over at Brian and realised that he was also enjoying the vision before him and was showing the signs of an erection. "I also saw what happened two weeks ago," continued Oscar, "and I heard mention of the Queen of Spades and did some research on it."
"And what did you think?" asked Jane, her lips moving sensuously as she spoke.
"I found it very hot."
"and?"
