'I married Susie, a cheerleader, right out of college. She is five feet tall, small to tiny, and weighing less than a hundred pounds. Her body is proportionate to her size; she reminds me of a doll. Her pelvic bone sticks out, and when she wears Levi's or tight shorts, it pushes the material out, and your eyes are drawn down `there. She has brown eyes, black hair, and an olive complexion. A package men desire and picture when they are fucking their overweight wives. Daily exercise keeps her small muscular body as hard as her college days.
Susie and I lived together the last year of college and were married for seven years. Never had she declined an opportunity for sex in our relationship, and she has become better and more versatile each year. She was chased in college and was no virgin when we met. She prefers the company of men and loves being the center of attention. She is adept at flirting and will often flirt with whatever man is around. While I am not a prude, I sometimes think she goes overboard to get attention.
She pretends not to understand the effects she has on men, but every day she dresses to be sexually alluring, which contradicts what she says; so, I think she knows exactly the impact she has on men. If she were someone else wife, I would call her a cock teaser, as I have seen her act upset when a man gets a hardon or makes a pass. Susie knows immediately what man wants to fuck her, and she will go just short of rubbing her pussy on his leg. After a night of drinking, dancing, and flirting, she comes home with her panties soaked.
Susie and I have a special relationship with another married couple, and we spend a lot of time with them. Bob and Carol have been married for nearly fifteen years and are older than us. Carol is in her mid to late thirties, and Bob is over forty. We are in our late twenties.
Everything between us has been semi-proper, meaning we did not openly grope the other man's wife, yet we do grope whenever the opportunity arrives. I love to press Carol's big breasts together; they are not saggy but soft and pliable. Carol is an attractive woman, taller than most, with large breasts, good figures, and long shapely legs that make you yearn to follow them up to her blonde pussy. Lately, I watched Bob and Susie closely after catching Bob squeezing Susie's tight ass as they danced.
Last Sunday, Susie mentioned we have not heard from Bob and Carol in several weeks. So, she turned to her phone to find out what was happening. We were surprised to learn they had divorced. Susie wanted details and, on Monday morning, she contacted Bob at his work. He told her he had divorced Carol on the grounds of adultery.
Susie said. "I need details, Bob. Can you come by Saturday night?"
He could, He said, around eight.
Susie works as an administrative assistant for a semi-pro basketball coach, and about every six months, he gives a party for players and staff at his elaborate home. I was astonished the first time we visited. The house is a mase of bedrooms, hallways, and unique rooms. I am sure that his quest list was at least a hundred people. The party was on Wednesday, and I was tired after work and preferred to stay home, but I couldn't say no to the feast her boss offered. So, we dressed up high casual and went. Susie was wearing a red silk dress that flared out from the waist and was at least 3 inches above the knee, Reminded me of miniskirts from 1973. The top was held together by a red cape that fitted over the shoulders and dipped deep between her hard, hard breasts. Her nipple, almost thumb-size, was visible beneath her dress. I didn't know half the people Susie knew, but after meeting all the new players since the last party, I was bored to tears. I managed to slip away and find the dining hall. It was an impressive layout. He had a table at least twenty feet long packed with anything you could ever want to eat, hot food, cold food, soups, salads, and desserts. Everything but booze. No alcohol at all.
I ate and talked with a few people until about 10:30. I wanted to go home, so I went looking for Susie. I looked in prominent places first, and when she wasn't there, I became frustrated and asked people if they had seen her. I became so upset I started opening closed bedrooms. In one, I surprised the hostess. She was on the bed on her hands and knees with her dress pushed up to her shoulders. Behind her was the 7-1 center, his long thick cock going back and forth inside her wide-open cunt.
I went down the hall without being seen, stopping and listening at each closed door. I heard a man's deep voice when I approached a small gate just off the kitchen. The lady's voice was just above a whisper. The man was saying.
"Look, you have been toying with me, trying to seduce me all week. Now you let me play with your little pussy, but you won't let me get between your legs and fuck you, so what going on?"
I slowly opened the door and saw a tall black man with his pants on the floor and his long semi-hard black cock stroked by a little white hand. My wife sat on the washing machine, her red dress above her waist, her panties on the floor, and her legs spread wide. Her pussy seemed to be eating the three long thick fingers; the man shoved up her swollen red pussy. I watched in shock as he fingerfucked my wife into an orgasm. Her legs flew straight out as spasms shook her body. I slammed the door as I went out and heard her scream because she knew someone had seen her.
I arrived at the waiting room, and my mind still processing what I had seen, I realized that the rumors of her being the town slut were true. If the black guy she was with didn't have such a gigantic cock she would have been fucking. I was sweating from the shock of finding her out, and when she arrived in the waiting room, she thought I was sick. I went along with it until I could figure out what to do.
