As with most of my stories, this one is one I have based on a true story as told by a friend of mine. According to him, it really happened. I changed the names in case anybody recognizes the incident. Just remember, don't kill the messenger.
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One of my wife's and my favorite times of the year is Halloween. We love decorating the house, making it scary for all of the little kids in the neighborhood. A string of our neighbors all decorate the houses so that our entire block looks like a haunted neighborhood.
Last year, Halloween fell on a Sunday, which meant the parties fell on the Friday or Saturday night before. Our neighbors, Mike and Julie, hold an adult Halloween party just about every year. They are usually pretty good, with about 24 people. This year, they held it on Saturday night.
I dressed up as a pirate, which if you knew me, would be fitting. My wife, Mary, dressed up like a sexy witch. She wore a black satin and lace corset, black satin mini skirt, black lace stockings, black platform heels, a long black satin cape, and of course, the black witch's hat. She used a greenish colored makeup on all of her exposed skin, did her eyes with very dark shadow and liner, and she wore bright red lipstick. Even being rather scary looking, she also looked really sexy. You have to understand. Mary is in her mid 40's, even though she looks and acts more like 30. She has put on a few pounds over the last few years but still looks good for her age. She is about 5 foot 4 and weighs around 150. She has huge boobs. I mean huge, 40DD's, which were accentuated by the corset. Her legs are shapely, especially when she wears heels. She is very sensitive about her ass. She refuses to accept that some men like women with a bigger butt. Although big, her words not mine, it is round. Sexily round.
The party started at around 7, and being fashionably late, we got there around 7:30, giving some of the other friends time to get there. After all, we spent a couple hours helping Mike and Julie get the house ready earlier in the day.
The party was in their basement, which had the eerie black light and strobe effects throughout. Mary's green makeup showed up under the black lights giving her an even spookier effect. We all introduced ourselves as we entered, but being most of us had met at prior parties, there were few true introductions. Witches were especially popular last year. Mary had four other witches to contend with. There were a couple of vampires, one vampirella, two Frankensteins, the Flintstones, and a conglomeration of other ghouls.
Mary's outfit drew a lot of compliments and comments, especially from one of the vampires. Jim, one of Mike's friends from work was dressed up like a vampire. The high collared cape, white low-cut ruffled shirt, the big medallion, and the fangs. Jim is a very good looking guy; tall and muscular, sort of resembling Wesley Snipes. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, Jim is black, and quite coincidentally used to work at the same company where Mary works. I had nothing to worry about, right?
Jim is obviously a boob and leg man. From the time we walked into the room, he was eyeing up Mary's cleavage and legs. I was talking to another of Mike's friends while Mary was at the bar getting herself another drink when I noticed Jim work his way over to her. I knew I didn't have anything to worry about, Mary is rather biased when it comes down to interracial stuff, so I didn't pay much attention and went about my conversation. Even considering she already had several drinks and has a habit of getting a little, shall I say, friendly when she drinks, I wasn't too concerned about her talking to the other guys. After all, I was standing right there.
Mary and I have had the typical conversations couples have about fooling around, and like so many other husbands, expressed my fantasy about watching her with another guy. I often thought that Mary had a deep hidden fantasy about getting fucked by a black guy. Maybe it was wishful thinking. She seemed interested in scenes of videos where black guys would fuck white girls. She seemed interested, but when I asked her if she would ever do it, she would always comment that she couldn't fuck a black guy. Maybe it was just curiosity. The closest she ever came to fucking a black guy was with a black natural dildo I bought her as a joke for her 40th birthday.
Even though I knew I didn't have anything to worry about, I couldn't help looking over every few seconds just to make sure. I was into about my fifth conversation with different people when I noticed Mary and Jim were still talking. While glancing over at them, I noticed she appeared bored. She had her head back slightly and it looked like her eyes were closed. Suddenly, she noticed me looking her way and straightened up. I didn't notice any strange movements that gave away that they were up to something, but she definitely looked guilty about something. She smiled at me and raised her eyebrows as if saying, "What?" I knew something was up but went on as if I was not suspicious.
I went on with my conversations, but kept a good eye on her. A short time later I could see her fading off into her state again. I could see Jim doing something, but I couldn't tell what. The area around the bar was very dark and being Mary and him were wearing black, I couldn't see what was going on. As soon as the immediate conversation was done, I broke away just to see if I could tell what was happening. I snuck along the wall, being it was more difficult for them to see me, and then got close enough to see what was happening. Very casually, Jim was rubbing her pussy. Even when she tried her best, Mary was always rather obvious when she was being aroused. At least to me.
I stood a few feet away, waiting for Mary to open her eyes to see where I was. Jim was too busy trying to be inconspicuous to even notice that I was as close as I was. Then, Mary opened her eyes, saw me, and suddenly became Bambi caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. I just smiled as she knocked Jim's hand away from her. I approached them still grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh, hi honey. This is Jim. He works with Mike." Mary paused as I extended my right hand to shake his. "Jim, this is my husband. We were just talking about you."
"I'm sure you were." I looked at Jim, "Nice to meet you, Jim"
Mary interjected, "Jim used to work at my office, that was years ago."
"Nice to meet you. Your wife is quite a witch.", he said laughing. "She has a lot of nice things to say about you."
"Really? All lies." I said back to him with a smile. "Hon, hand me another beer, would you?"
Mary reached down behind the far end of the bar, where the refrigerator was and pulled out another beer for me.
"Thanks. Being you're in good hands (ha ha), I'll be floating around." I leaned over the bar and kissed her. "Be good, kids."
I watched them close for a while. It was obvious they were keeping their distance. Sorry to spoil their fun. No, I really was. I was starting to wonder how far it could go.
Mary was drinking a good bit. I watched her go through quite a few drinks. Just about every year she comes up with a new "witches brew". I watched as Jim started to move in once again. Mary was standing next to him and I could see that he was rubbing her pussy again. I was watching everyone else too. I just wanted to make sure nobody else could see how much of a slut my wife was. I saw that she twitched as I was sure she was having an orgasm from Jim playing with her. But like I had said, it was dark back there, and quite frankly, I don't think anybody but me was paying any attention to them.
Mary had slid around the corner behind the bar. Jim was following just behind her. Every few minutes someone would come up to the bar and ask for a drink. Jim and Mary were quite the bartenders; Mary handing out the beer from the fridge while Jim took care of any mixed drink requests. All of the sudden I noticed Mary had disappeared. Or had she? Jim was standing back from the bar slightly, more leaning against the back wall behind the bar. Then it became evident, Mary must have been kneeling in front of him. She had to be giving him a blow job. No one else seemed to notice, but it was obvious to me. I had to see.
I knew there was a panel between the bar and the back laundry room. I worked my way through the crowd on the premise of having to go to the bathroom, which was in the same general direction that I needed to get to. On the way I thought to myself, "I have to be jumping to conclusions here. I can't imagine Mary doing this. Or could she? I've suspected her of giving an occasional blowjob to guys we know, but never so blatantly. All someone would have to do is look over the bar. And doing it to a black guy on top of it."
Once in the laundry room, I squeezed back behind the washer and dryer and into the corner where the panel was. I slid it open just far enough where I could see behind the bar. To my amazement, there was Mary on her knees sucking on Jim's cock. Even though Mary would never admit wanting to have sex with a black man solely on the size of his cock, Mary has an infatuation with big cocks. Jim's is big. I know it was probably only 9 or 10 inches, but from where I was standing looked to be about a foot long and proportional in girth. By the time I had gotten into my little observation post, Mary was well into giving him one hell of a blow job. His cock looked rock hard. She was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Unbelievably, she looked like she was taking most of it into her mouth, it had to be going down her throat. Mary loves giving blow jobs, it is one thing she excels in. She is especially good at deep throating.
Without any indication whatsoever, Jim continued passing out drinks as people requested them. I watched my white wife taking his big black cock into her mouth. The black lights provided an unusual effect. Her greenish colored face taking a saliva reflecting black shaft. I was torn between being pissed off and sexually aroused. I was getting quite turned on. I felt my own cock swelling with excitement as Mary sucked on this big black cock.
I pulled my cock out and began stoking it. I was so taken by what was going on that I hadn't noticed that I was followed into the back room.
"What are you up to back there?" Julie whispered. Then she noticed I was holding onto my cock. At first I didn't know what to say. "Oh, spying on your wife with Jim, huh?"
"Ah, yeah, well, sort of."
"Is Mary sucking off Jim yet?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?" I asked.
