I appreciate all the great comments on my story "Making My New Wife a Slut." After that October, Vicki was willing to fuck anyone I asked her to. Understand, however, that we didn't do this every day or even every week. But over the next three months I watched her fuck four different guys, including two guys who tag teamed her after a New Year's Eve party. But that's for another time.
This story takes place a couple of months after that party...on February 29th, as a matter of fact. My best friend's name is Terry and we met when we both worked for the same company I was 25 and Terry was a few years younger than me, but for some reason we hit it off. When my first marriage self-destructed, Terry was there whenever I needed him. When I married Vicki, Terry was my best man and he has always been there for me...and I would like to think I've always been there for him.
We've always called Terry "Mr. T", although there are no physical similarities between him and the TV character, except for race. Terry is an African-American with very dark skin, a small goatee, but no Mohawk haircut. He married his high school sweetheart, a beautiful blonde named Cathy. He and Cathy had a wonderful marriage for many years. However, when they were about 35, Cathy changed to a job that took her out of the office and more into the public. She started traveling quite a bit coordinating various training and professional seminars offered by her company. Soon she was away from home more than she was there. She also spent lots of time around other men.
This put a lot of stress on their marriage and they both became unhappy. Shortly after Terry came home from work one day while Cathy was out of town, he was visited by a process server. Cathy had filed for divorce. We later found out she was offered a promotion that would move her to the west coast. I guess she decided she'd use that opportunity to start over.
Terry went downhill fast. Vicki and I tried to get him out to meet other women, but he didn't have the motivation to even try. He did his job at work, but stopped socializing with people there. It wasn't long before the only friends and acquaintances he had were Vicki and I and a couple of guys at work who made the effort to stay in touch with him.
Even when Terry and Cathy were married, I knew that he was attracted to Vicki. She knew it, too, and often flirted with him. However, being my best friend, he never let it go beyond the occasional drunken kiss and dancing with his hands on her ass. Vicki never pursued it seriously, either.
Well, the February 29th in question was Terry's 40th birthday. We decided we were going to have a birthday party for him at his house. Vicki, who is as good in the kitchen as she is in the bedroom, baked this massive double chocolate cake, Terry's favorite, with fudge icing. It was to be his birthday present from her.
With white chocolate icing, she wrote "Happy 40th, Mr. T", but the main decoration was a huge, black penis that stuck up from the cake, with large testicles below it. I thought it was hilarious, that it would be the hit of the party, and would likely bring back that raucous laugh that we hadn't heard from Terry in quite a while.
But I just had to ask her. "Is that an accurate representation of Terry's cock?"
She laughed. "Well, I'm just guessing based on what Cathy used to tell me, but I think it's a reasonable facsimile."
"You sure that's the only way you know?" I joked.
"If I knew otherwise, you'd be the second to know," she answered.
I thought for just a moment and asked, "Did you ever think about fucking Terry?"
She looked back for a moment then said, "I've thought of it. I mean, I've always heard how big black cock is, and I've never had it. I've just never pursued it."
"Would you like to," I asked, smiling, "I mean, I still need to get him a birthday present."
"And, you're thinking of giving him me?" she laughed.
"Would you say, 'No'?" I asked.
Again she looked at me for a moment, with a silly grin on her face. "You know if you ask me, I'll fuck anyone. But if you want the truth...now that you've brought it up, I'd like to be his birthday gift. I want to fuck him and I'm pretty sure he's wanted to fuck me for quite a while."
"Done", I laughed. "Now we just have to make some plans to surprise him."
By now, thinking of my wife fucking my best friend, my black best friend, gave me a raging hard-on. We still had several hours before we had to leave to go to Terry's, so I grabbed my hot, horny wife and dragged her to bed. I undressed her and ran my hands over her smooth white body. During the summer, Vicki tanned up great, but during the winter months her skin became creamy white.
After rubbing her clit for a couple of minutes, I slid my tongue up and down the lips between her legs. She started moaning and opened her legs even wider. I sucked her clit until it stuck out from between those same lips. Then I pushed my tongue inside of her, tasting her sweet, warm juices that were beginning to flow out of her. She lifted her legs, bending her knees until her feet were high in the air over the bed. With my tongue still in her, she started to cum. She cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me", as she shuddered and arched her back off the bed.
But instead of fucking her, I continued to suck on her pussy. Since I obviously wasn't about to move, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face hard up into her crotch. I blew air into her pussy. She pulled me even harder. I blew air into her again and she started to shudder and screamed, "Fuck me, now", and then started squirting. When Vicki started squirting, she didn't just squirt a little. She had my face so tight against her pussy that I couldn't breathe. I began to wonder if I was going to suffocate or drown. I'm not sure there's that much difference. And I'm not sure I cared.
Finally I pulled free and crawled on top of her. I didn't even have to use my hand to direct my cock into her. I was so damned hard and she was open so wide, I couldn't miss. As I slammed my cock deep into her warm, wet pussy, she brought her legs down and wrapped them around my ass. Suddenly she started to shutter again and began pumping her legs, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her wide open pussy. I couldn't take any more. I came, unloading more cum into her than I ever had. She continued to pump her legs and came over and over. White juices, hers and mind, ran out of her onto the bed sheet. Finally, both of us spent, we lay on the bed, me on top of her, and tried to find enough air to breathe.
I may have drifted off for a few minutes. I woke up with Vicki whispering in my ear, "I need to start getting ready."
I rolled off her and looked at her. "Can I help?" I asked playfully.
"Well," she said, "I do need to shave my pussy. You up to doing that for me?"
"Of course," I answered, jumping to my feet and going into the bathroom to get a towel, my trimmer and a fresh razor. I came back to the bed and dried Vicki's crotch with the towel, spending extra time rubbing her pussy. She closed her eyes, smiled, and opened her legs.
For some reason, beyond the obvious, Vicki liked to have me shave her pussy. It turned her on, made her cum, and I got hard, too.
I first took my electric trimmer and used it to trim all the little hairs around her pussy, including those small ones that grew just inside her vagina. The vibration of the trimmer caused her to start leaking again and I could hear her breathing increase. After wiping her with the towel again, I used the disposable razor to trim all her hairs all the way to the skin. Her pussy was now clean of hairs and was as smooth as a baby's ass...but, oh, so much nicer! I finished the job by rubbing a small amount of moisturizing cream over the area I shaved.
By now Vicki wanted to fuck again, and so did I. I didn't last long this time, and neither did she, but we consummated our relationship again. I so love this woman.
Finally we got up, took a shower together, and started to dress for the party. I've mentioned before that Vicki dressed more carefully in town than she did when we spent a weekend in the city. However, she had started wearing skirts and dresses in town that were a bit shorter than before. Rather than being just above her knee, her skirts were now closer to mid-thigh. With the shorter dresses, she now usually wore panties when we went out locally, although at Christmas I bought her some sheer micro-thongs, and she put a white one on now. Over that, she wore a little black dress with a neck strap and open back. She finished off her ensemble with 4 inch black heels, a gold necklace, bracelet, ankle bracelet and sheer thigh-high stockings. The final result was a very sexy, but not actually slutty look. In other words, she looked HOT!