This is a republishing of a story that had many mistakes, including the title. There is an interracial overtone to this story which seems to offend some people. If interracial sex offends you, I suggest you not read this one. There are probably still some minor mistakes in punctuation. Sorry, I do my best. I occasionally forget tenses, so I am endeavoring to do better.
Michelle: (Part 1) An Accepting Wife
The Idea
Michelle is a lovely woman with a sensitive and loving husband. Her skin white, some might even call it alabaster. Michelle is very pretty, but really does not know how attractive a woman she is. A nice figure and in her life she has never had any difficulty in attracting others of the opposite sex. But, it was surprise, not just to her, but also to her family, when it was the first black man she went out with that she fell in love with. Nine months after their first date they were married and have been, up to this point, very happy. Her husband Michael is sweet, always good to her, and they have lived a comfortable life.
Michael was very good at love-making. He had a large cock, but that was not the reason she enjoyed sex with him. He was and is careful, considerate and sweet when having sex with her. Unless of course she wants him to just fuck her. He is always glad to oblige. The entire big black cock stereotype always made them both laugh. Certainly his cock was larger than normal, but his talent was in caring about the person he was making love to. She learned over the two years of his marriage that this was just the way he was.
It was as they passed the two year mark in their marriage that Michelle began to notice the ardor in their relationship had started to wane. They still had sex on a regular basis, but it had become obvious, at least to Michelle, that they needed something to spice up their marriage bed. Michelle was not sure what. She had some thinking to do. Michelle did not say anything to her husband, and she wondered what she could do to make things better. She believed in her heart of hearts, that she was more happy in her sex life then Michael was. It worried her, for she knows that Michael is a gorgeous man and Michelle worried he might stray. It was her own insecurities that led her to believe this. She also knows that she had no real reason to doubt her husband's love.
Michelle spent many lunches with a group of girl friends. They often went out to lunch together as a group. Three of the woman are married, three are single. Michelle is close to them all. The group always comments on her husband. They tease her about how good looking he is. About how well built Michael is. Michelle once mentioned that he was well endowed, and they often teased her and made jokes about it.
They were at lunch one day at an outdoor cafe. COVID had made it harder for them to meet, and they all wore masks but still laughed and giggled as usual. On this particular day only three were able to make it to the lunch. The first was Diane, a decade older than Michelle, pretty if a bit overweight. Diane stands about five feet six inches tall and weighs in at about one hundred and sixty pounds. Diane carries a bit of weight on her stomach, but not enough to call her fat. She is Italian, with that kind of in between complexion. Brown eyes and a pretty smile. Nice full breasts which Michelle knows her husband Michael loves. She is married, but as she always puts it, her husband has sex usually only on the occasion of the full moon.
Next was Linda. About the same age as Michelle, twenty-six. Tiny in comparison to the rest of the girls, five feet two inches tall and she probably weighs in at about one hundred and ten or fifteen pounds. Blonde hair, blue eyes, she is in a word gorgeous. She has not had a real relationship in almost two years and all she ever talks about is how horny she is. The group teases her, often, that she needs to get laid. But, though smart and sexy, the others considered her a bit naive.
"So, Linda. Any prospects?" It was Diane that asked. The group always asks her if she might have a new guy.
"You know, COVID has made that impossible. I mean a couple of guys I have talked to on the dating aps..., but no sparks."
Diane then said, "Shit girl. Sparks? How about a guy with a pulse that is not an ax murderer? You need to get laid. I mean I need to get laid too, but God, girl, you really need to get laid."
They all laughed once again and Michelle had a thought that had been crossing her mind for weeks. It was time for her to finally get up the guts to mention it. For Michelle had fantasies of watching Michael having sex with another woman. Of course the first women that came to mind were her friends. She finally managed to raise her courage. She finally managed to broach the subject. It took her a minute, the conversation lagged as she summoned up that courage. "Okay ladies I have been thinking about something."
They must have detected a note of seriousness in her voice for they both turned and looked at Michelle. It was Diane who asked, "What's up Michelle?"
She gulped and then continued, "Well, I have a crazy idea. If COVID were not a thing, I probably would not have thought of this. I mean it's crazy."
Diane looked at Linda and then looked at me. "Okay... Spit it out girl."
"Okay, but if this affects our friendship just pretend I never said it, okay?"
Again Diane looked at Linda. All she said was, "Go ahead."
"This is hard to say," Michelle began. "Would either of you. Well..., would you like to be fucked by my hunk of a husband?" Michelle is very light complected, her blush obvious to any who were looking at her. Including her friends. This is the kind of thing a husband usually likes to see his wife do. At least that is the common perception anyway. But Michelle was really excited at the thought.
For at least twenty seconds no one said a word. Surprisingly is was Linda who finally replied, "Your not kidding..., are you?"
Linda then covered her mouth with her hand as if she forgot she had a mask on. Michelle replied, "No, I am not. My husband is the best fuck anyone of you could experience. Honestly, I feel guilty some times that I am so lucky. And, if you would allow it, well..., watching my husband fuck my friends might spice up our sex life."
Her two friends hedged, not really answering. Diane talked about her husband and that she was married, and would never cheat. For her part Linda said that she was not that desperate to get laid. Michelle let it drop and the rest of their lunch was pretty much standard fair. The ladies left as if nothing had ever been said about Michelle's fantasy.
Later that same evening Michelle decided to broach the subject with Michael. "Honey..., can I ask you something?" Michelle and Michael had just had sex and Michelle was in the afterglow. She was finally able to nerve herself into bringing up the subject.
"Sure babe, what's up?"
"Well, I was wondering. What do you think of my friends? The group of them. You know who I mean."
"Yeah, mostly. What do you mean, and why do you ask?"
"Well, let's say Diane and Linda."
"You know I like Diane. Linda is a little bit quiet, but she seems okay. Again..., why do you ask?"
She looked at her tall handsome husband and asked, "I mean, well, do you thing either or both of them are attractive?"
Michael looked at his wife with that look of his where he thinks she said something stupid or out of line. "This is a trap. If I say they are good looking you get jealous and hit me. If I say they are not, you think I am lying. I can't win."
Grasping his big muscular arm as she lay next to him she replied, "No, really. Be honest. Tell me what you think."
