My apologies, but I screwed up the timeline in my last installment.
Anyone paying attention probably noticed that we started our adventures in the Spring of 2017, but I completely skipped the entire year of 2018 and went straight to the end of 2018 and beginning of 2019.
I didn't actually skip an entire year. In my carelessness I inserted the wrong dates.
The events from the last installment actually took place about 3 years ago, from December of 2017 through May of 2018.
Below is what happened next.
Part. 5
Summer 2018
After the crazy night with Ray and Keith we returned to a normal everyday life routine the following week. Amy did not bring up the night with Ray and didn't seem to want to talk about it any further. As much as I wanted to discuss the events of that evening, and events of the previous weeks leading up to it, she did not. I would let her talk about it when she was ready. It was no doubt something that she thought about, and probably whether she wanted to continue a relationship with this big dominant brute. I thought about it a lot too, and the image of her being fucked like a total whore by Ray replayed in my head, and it did make me hard every time. I began to wonder if every woman had it inside of them to become a bit of a slut, they just needed the right guy and conditions for it to happen.
Then, the week after, out of the blue and quite casually, Amy asked me one night if I wanted to meet up with Dwayne again. So, we made plans to meet with Dwayne, and this time to avoid the situation like last time where they fucked in our car, we got a hotel room. Dwayne had roommates and his place was not conducive to meeting up for sex. We met with Dwayne on Friday night for drinks after an early dinner. We spent no more than a half hour talking before we invited him to our room. Dwayne had some weed with him and asked if we wanted to smoke.
I had smoked a lot of weed in my younger years but cut back after having kids. I still smoked a few times per year, but probably not more than 4-5 times. I had a few relatives and friends that liked to smoke and would with them on the right occasion. I had actually smoked on the faithful night a year and half ago when Amy sucked Keith's cock in front of me and we started this crazy hotwife adventure. Amy, on the other hand, rarely smoked. Even in college it was a once in a while thing for her. Now though, she probably did not smoke even once a year. I don't think she had smoked weed in at least a year or more, the last time probably being when we had gone to a concert.
We had a slight buzz on and were open to the idea. We only smoked a little and that was all we needed. The weed seemed to make Amy even more horny than usual. Pretty soon, Amy and Dwayne were making out and then she started to suck both of our cocks. This time, I got a much better look at his cock. He wasn't super long, 7-8 inches at best, but fuck was the thing thick. He only had me beat by a few inches in length, but with my cock next to his he made my cock look like a toothpick. Amy could only get her mouth over the head of his cock and she could not get her hand all the way around it. He stayed for 3 hours and they fucked twice. I joined in the first time, but mostly enjoyed the show the second time. After the first round and a break, and some more smoke, I went down to the lobby for a second round of drinks and some snacks.
By the time I got back to the room Dwayne was already fucking Amy. He came in her both times and she orgasmed a total of 4 times. That is a lot for her. Dwayne was far more vocal this time, calling Amy a slut and other names. I was not sure how she'd react to this, but she egged him on and seemed to like a little degradation. After Dwayne left, we split a bottle of wine. Amy was now very much uninhibited. We talked and talked, and she really opened up about the experience from her perspective.
She commented on how much better the weed had made sex, and we should do it more often. She also said she could not believe how good black guys were in bed and how much bigger their cocks were. I did stop her to remind her that for every hung guy she found on the various sites and forums we were active on, there were 10 who had responded that were not. She just happened to only engage with the guys with really big dicks. She admitted that was true, but sex had been pretty awesome with all 4 guys she had been with so far. Then she said giggling, "I guess it's true what they say about once you go black. I should have started doing this years ago."
"Does this mean you don't plan on stopping?" I asked her.
"I told you to be careful what you wished for, didn't I. I told you I was afraid I might like it too much."
"Does this mean you're officially a queen of spades wife now?" I jested but also fished a little, also feeling completely uninhibited.
Amy laughed, "Oh, shut the fuck up."
Amy had learned what a queen of spades was when we first started this adventure and were looking at some forums. I had gotten excited and jumped the gun and actually ordered her temp QOS tattoos, but she thought the tattoos and the whole idea was silly and never wore them, and rarely discussed the idea of a QOS, although she had seen pictures of some women who had both fake and permanent QOS tattoos. She could hardly believe anyone would actually get a real tattoo like that.
"Admit it, you love black cock, don't you? That's what a queen of spades wife is. She's a woman married to a white guy, who has sex with black guys."
Amy laughed again, "Maybe I am." Then corrected a bit, "No, what I am is a wife who wants to have sex with really hung guys."