Halloween 2001 was a very crisp autumn day. The week before we had picked our costumes. My wife still hadn't told me what she was going to go as. I would be going as a priest. My wife and I had been married for four years at that time...four wonderful years, but something was still missing...I felt that something was just missing. Some spice.
My wife is a lovely sultry Indian woman. she's the kind of woman you see in your wet dreams---the kind you'd meet on a deserted island wearing a grass skirt. Yes, my hot wife is the stuff of fantasies---long straight black hair, luscious full lips, beautiful brown eyes, nice breasts, and the hottest ass and legs specially sculpted by her creator to give pleasure to countless men.
We've always had a great sex life. It's wonderful, and we love each other deeply. I was able to snag my wife because of my good looks, my build, my kindness and I'm extremely successful. But, I've always wanted to give my wife even more pleasure. More than I'm able to. If I had been born with eight hands, three dicks, we'd have been set, but that's not the case. My wife Sunita has never had any complaints about my cock. She's always said that it's more than ample.
Sunita still refused to tell me what she was wearing for Halloween. She wanted to totally surprise me. We were going to a big Halloween party in the city with a few friends. One of my friends, Chris, would be visiting us from Wisconsin. He had met my wife a few times, and I suspect he checked her out on more than one occasion. As she did to him...
Chris is an old friend from school. He is one of those typical Cheeseheads from Wisconsin---big, blonde, etc. He's a decent looking guy. I had also heard that Chris was extremely well-endowed. I had this knot in my stomach. I wanted so badly for something to happen between my wife and my friend, but another part of me was angry for wanting this...what to do?
"Raj, Chris just arrived. When will you be home?"
"Just give me ten minutes. I'm getting some wine. I'll see you soon."
"OK honey. See you soon."
I walked in to my home and Chris gave me a hug and we laughed. He told me that he had broken up with his fiancé. Now I knew it was gonna happen. It just seemed too predestined. I didn't want to fight it.
It was 6 and the party would begin at 12 midnight. We got ready and put on our costumes. My wife waved out one of her hot brown legs from our bedroom door. I was beginning to get a huge fucking boner. There was total silence.
My wife came into the living room. She was dressed as Jungle Jane---in full cheetah colors, with a headband. I thought I had died and went to heaven. Chris just stood with his mouth open. I swear I saw his cock move. He was dressed as a hunter.
"Well, what do you both think?"
