Sunny Day

My story probably isn't all that different from others, but it's my story and no one is forcing you to read it. It doesn't end badly, so you'll probably be disappointed.

My name is Sunny, and I have been married to my husband Michael for 6 years now. We met when I was 22 and got married the next year. Michael is the perfect husband, and I try my best to make him happy. No, I wasn't "innocent" or conservative when we met, but I don't think that really matters. I'm just a normal person. I like to have fun like everyone else.

I never was a prude or anything. I pretty much went along with what ever made Michael happy. I didn't just do anything he wanted, I took the initiative to start things myself too. I enjoy giving him blowjobs and I'm not grossed out by his cum or anything. I am truly in love with him and will always do my best to make him happy.

When he wanted to try anal sex, we did it. It is ok, and something we do occasionally, usually when I have my period. No big deal. Never understood why guys like it so much and why other girls hate it so much. It's just sex. No big deal to me.

I try to dress in a way that makes him happy. Elegant and beautiful in public, and more sexy and adventurous at home. He likes me in lingerie, so I wear it often for him. Again, nothing unusual about that. I'm not old so why should I dress like an old lady?

Michael graduated high school and expected to go to work at his father's industrial electrical supply company. But his father was having none of that. He was not going to give his business over to a spoiled, self-entitled brat who knew nothing about the business. I actually respect him for that.

He told Michael he would have to work as an electrician until he was ready to turn the business over to him. If he learned to be an electrician, then the customers would be more than just customers to him. They would be brothers, and that is how his father ran the business.

Michael understood his father's position and took an apprenticeship right out of high school to learn the trade. By the time I met Michael 8 years later, he was an electrician with a great work ethic. Needless to say, his father was proud of the man he'd become.

A year after we got married was Michael's 10 year high school reunion, and where this all started. His best friend from his childhood, James, was coming back into town for the gathering. I'd only met James twice before due to him living in a different state. When Michael talked to him, he insisted James stay with us for the reunion.

We had just bought a 3 bedroom home, with room to hopefully expand our family in the future, so it wasn't any trouble. James would stay with us for four days. James grew up on the same street as Michael. The only two boys for miles around in the rural area they are from. They were friends as far back as each of them can remember.

The Thursday before the reunion, I arrived home from my work to find James and Michael talking at the table. I am an accountant at a huge manufacturing company. I work what they call a "9/80" shift. 9 hours a day, 9 days every two weeks. So I have every other Friday off. I usually get home a little later than my husband because of my 9 hour shifts.

I cooked dinner and listened to James and Michael "catch up". James was working as an engineer at a manufacturing company in the next state. James is tall and slim, but muscular. Reminded me of a basketball player. Yes, James is black, but that really didn't matter to any of us as he is just James.

I was off the next day, and Michael took the day off also so we could meet their friends and spend time together. Nothing unusual happened. James is cool and nice, and we had a great time.

We went to our favorite bar/club that night with their friends for drinks and dancing. I like the place, and we are semi-regulars. I danced with my husband, as usual, and who ever else asked me. Michael trusts me and pretty much everyone there knows my "hands stay on my waist" policy. We have never had any problems there. Part of why I like it there.

Yes, I danced with James too. I only had to tell him my rule once, after he grabbed my butt. He respected my boundary, and I reported it to Michael when we had a minute alone. They are old friends and I handled it just fine so it was no big deal. I just told him because that is how you earn and keep trust in a marriage. Open and honest communication.

I wasn't surprised that night when Michael asked me if it turned me on when James grabbed my butt as we were making love. It has been one of his fantasies for a while to watch me with another guy, so I told him the truth. Of course it did. Getting groped by a sexy guy is a big turn on. That doesn't mean I want to jump into bed with him or anything. It's a normal reaction. I'm married, not dead.

Seeing as my husband was fucking me at the time, I think it was pretty clear who I loved and who I am loyal to. Yes, I knew my honest answer would excite him, and that was my intention. so it's all good. Again, his dick already inside me. Excitement is good. Blah, blah, blah.

Laying in bed afterwards, catching our breath, Michael asked me if I seriously would consider fulfilling his fantasy. No drama, no teen-age fake embarrassment. Two married adults taking about sex like adults. Fantasies are normal and I liked that we could talk about it as adults without a big fuss.

I again told him the truth. Yes, I would consider it, but only if we both agreed upon the terms. I would have no problem fulfilling his fantasy. I believe lovers are supposed to fulfill each other's fantasies. Within reason, of course.

So, we discussed it like adults. My biggest concern is making sure he doesn't regret it later. He was clear that he was not jealous, mostly because he trusts me and he would only consider this with James as he trusted him as well. The trust part is that nobody will feel it is anything other than a sexual fantasy. No mixed signals.

We went through the logistics. He wanted James to kiss me, and for me to suck his dick. I insisted upon no anal. That is for my husband only. The most important part is that no one else is to ever know about this. I'm not a prude, but I insist on my privacy. Again, no childish drama. Two adults spicing up their sex life. We certainly aren't the only couple to have this fantasy.

We reached an agreement kind of easily. I think mostly because we have trust and were able to talk rationally about it. Michael would bring it up with James in the morning. I suggested some liquid encouragement would probably help to avoid some of the awkwardness, and Michael agreed. So we would drink freely at the reunion that night, and see how it goes.

As I said before, I am fine with dressing sexy at home, in private. My husband likes it and I like making him happy. After Michael and James talked, I purposely wore a fairly short sun dress and lingerie around the house as we hung out that afternoon. I wanted to see their reactions.

Michael liked it and played a little grab ass with me. Even in front of James. A little later, James did it too. Obviously, after some encouragement from Michael. Since we were at home, and in private, I let him. I won't lie. It turned me on too. He got his hands under my dress and gave my butt a good squeeze. It made me wet.

As I was clearing the lunch dishes from the table, James took the liberty to pull me onto his lap. We laughed and he grabbed my breasts through my dress in front of Michael. It dawned on me that he was a little nervous and may be "testing the waters", so I put my hands over his, holding them on my breasts as I teased Michael a little to let James know it was ok.

Michael must have figured it out too, and "whooped it up" a little in approval. I think that gave James confidence. If he only knew I creamed my panties right there he would have loved it a lot more. I can't help it. I don't squirt, but I get turned on easily. My husband can make me wet my panties with just a look, and having a handsome guy like James feel me up certainly had that effect as well. Of course my nipples got stiff under his touch. I'm sure he noticed.

I reached my hand back and pulled James' face to mine. I intended on giving him a quick kiss, allowing me to disengage myself from his lap without discouraging him.

It worked, right up to just after the quick kiss. James's hand was on my waist, holding me there as he came back for a second kiss. A long and passionate kiss. Tongue and all. Went on for several minutes and got really hot.

Well, now it certainly was awkward. Especially when I got up off his lap and stumbled to the kitchen, a little lightheaded from the sudden rush of passion. Nothing else was said, and both boys flirted openly with me throughout the afternoon until was time to get ready for the reunion.

I took my shower first, and slipped into my walk-in closet as Michael took his turn. Naturally Michael wanted to show off a little in front of his classmates, and had asked me to dress a little more sexy than normal for the event. He is proud of me and wanted some hot arm candy. I didn't disappoint.

My little black dress showed just a bit of cleavage and it was short enough to show off my legs without my ass hanging out. It was tight enough to show my slim waist and perky breasts without being slutty. I wore black stockings and high heels for the perfect elegant but sexy result I was hoping for.

Michael could barely contain himself when he saw me. He gushed with pride and excitement. I could not be happier. I fixed his tie and followed him downstairs

James scooped me up before I had a chance to react, telling me how hot I looked. I barely kept him from kissing me as I didn't want him to ruin my lipstick. Needless to say. He was also impressed.

We took an uber to the reunion as we all planned on drinking some. The conference hall was small but packed with people who knew my husband in high school. I enjoyed hearing stories about him.

The reunion went well. I think I made quite an impression and Michael seemed pleased which is all that matters to me. I had to answer a thousand times where I'm from (I'm Asian, and Asians are rare in this rural place), and had to start sending back drinks before I got totally drunk. Seems every guy there wanted to buy me a drink and have a dance with me.

I spent half the night pulling hands off my butt as the guys there didn't know my "hands stay on my waist" rule. Except for Michael of course. I am his. He can feel me up any time he wants too. I love his touch.

The reunion wound down and we made our exit. We piled into the back of the uber for the ride home. I felt a little giddy with my husband's hand on one of my thighs, and James's hand on the other one as we rode.

James asked Michael when he was allowed to "start". As in was he allowed to start seducing me for Michael's fantasy. My husband was anxious to watch me, and watching some foreplay must have been included in his fantasy.

Maybe he was buzzed, but Michael told him to go ahead. I guess he figured the uber was private enough. Maybe a little would be ok.

So I let James kiss me. He is a good kisser, and we made out the most of the way home as Michael watched. Of course I felt James's hand creeping up my thigh as we kissed. I didn't stop him, but I didn't exactly make it easy for him. After all, if I spread my legs, the driver would be able to see up my dress.

James still managed to get a finger to my silk thong, and rub my pussy through it as we made out. It felt good, and I felt myself getting very wet. Yeah, I was excited. Who wouldn't be? During the brief glimpse I caught of my husband, he was definitely enjoying it. He was smiling like the Cheshire cat.

I told James to cool it when we pulled up to our house. Didn't want the neighbors talking, but the minute the front door closed he was on me like an octopus. We kissed some more, and his hands found the zipper to my dress. I stepped out of it, then out of my heels, leaving me just in my lingerie there in the living room. He looked at me like he was a wolf who was going to eat me up. I shuddered from the feeling.

Suddenly, James picked me up, over his shoulder and carried me upstairs. I looked back at Michael following us up the stairs and told him it is his last chance to change his mind. He just smiled, and I knew he approved.

Being over James's shoulder was a little disorienting, and it took me a minute to realize he was taking me down the hallway towards the master bedroom. I stopped him and told him to take me to the guest room instead.

Maybe I was being silly, but that is our marital bed. The bed our children will probably be conceived in someday. Even though Michael was the one who asked me to do this, I felt it would be disrespectful to do it in our marital bed. Besides, James should have to sleep on the wet spots, not me.

I let James take off my bra and kiss my boobs. My breasts are very sensitive and definitely part of the combination to my "safe". I moaned in approval as he rolled my nipples with his tongue. It was the first time since before I met Michael that another man would be having sex with me. I was both nervous and excited

Michael sat on the edge of the bed watching. I could see the tent in his pants, and I wanted to touch him, but he was sitting out of my range. I think he did that on purpose so he doesn't distract me, but I can't help but think about him. I want to make his fantasy perfect. Even though I was having sex with James, this was about me and my husband.

I reached out and opened James's pants. Then I pulled them and his underwear down in one move. He was hard and standing at attention. I'm pretty dark for an Asian, and even darker in the folds of my skin, so I wasn't shocked James's dick was a little darker than he is. I'd never seen a black guy's dick in person before, but it was what I expected.

It looked like it was made out of dark chocolate. He is about the same size as Michael, not that I got a ruler out to measure him or anything. Both are a good size. Not too small, not too large.

Of course Michael has asked me how he compares to the boyfriends I had before him. I describe Michael as fitting like a glove. He fills me up just perfectly, hitting all the right spots when we make love. He is definitely the best lover I've ever had.

So, it's not that James is bigger or anything. Just different. Having a new lover is exciting, so of course I was turned on. It was probably very erotic too watch the contrast in our skin tones. Probably why my husband had fantasized about it. I saw my light colored hand holding his dark cock and it excited me too.

I took James's cock into my mouth. I sucked on the head first before taking more of the shaft. I didn't suck him too quickly as he was probably hard the entire ride home, and I didn't want him to finish too fast. I wanted to give Michael a good show. It's his fantasy after all.

So, I slowly gave him head. He was enjoying my work and ran his hands through my hair as I did. No, I don't have any qualms about giving head to a black guy. It's just pigment. It looked a little like melted chocolate with my saliva coating it. I found it exciting. I was playing with my pussy with my other hand as I gave him head.

James's patience ran out before mine, and he picked me up off my knees and laid me on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. "Here we go" I thought to myself. James pulled my panties down and took my feet out of them.

I grabbed his cock, and ran him up and down my pussy a few times to coat the head of his dick with my juices. Lubrication always makes it better. Then, I inserted the head of his dick into my pussy and let go of him. Being quiet during sex has never been within my abilities, and I couldn't help but moan as he pushed inside me. It felt great! He fit in me nearly the exact same way as Michael. I'm still not sure I could tell them apart just by their size. My pussy sure couldn't.

James started fucking me slowly, probably sharing in the desire to prolong his orgasm as long as possible. It felt naughty and erotic having my husband watch me getting fucked by another man. I was unable to hold out long. I was already moaning pretty loudly.

"Baby, I'm going to cum!" I told Michael. I wanted to share the entire experience with him as much as possible.

He watched as my hands locked onto James's back and I held on as the wave washed over me. The first one wasn't huge, but that's normal for me.

James commented how I am tight and I was really squeezing down on him as I spasmed from my orgasm.

After I came back down from my orgasm, James pulled me up off the bed without taking his cock out of my pussy, and we switched positions so that I was on top. He continued fucking me as he touched my breasts and pinched my nipples. As if I needed any more stimulation. I put my hands on his chest as I grunted from the deep penetration he got in that position.

Then I had an idea. I turned around, reverse cowgirl position, so I could see Michael as I rode James. He was grinning from ear to ear, enjoying the show.

I opened my pussy lips up with my fingers so he could see James cock going in my pussy well. I was holding myself open, moaning very loudly as I felt the next orgasm coming, and it was a big one.

"God baby." I was panting. "I'm going to cum all over his black cock." I figured reminding him that I was actually fulfilling two of his fantasies at once would really make him smile - getting fucked by another guy and getting fucked by a black guy.

He said something that sounded like an approving tone, but I couldn't hear it exactly as I went from moan to a scream as my whole body seized up from the powerful orgasm. James kept hammering away as I was shaking on top of him.

As I was regaining my senses, James warned me he was getting ready to give me a cream pie. I'm allergic to latex, so no condom. I was on birth control, however, as Michael is the only man I'm letting knock me up. I reached down and fondled his balls as he started squirting inside me.

As you know, I won't lie. It felt good when he came in me. I tried to talk to Michael as much as I could. Telling him the precise moment he started filling my married pussy up with his sperm. I tried to make it as hot as I could for my husband. I sat on top of James, slowly rocking back and forth, as we both enjoyed the sensation of our waning orgasms.

I opened my eyes and looked at Michael. He looked like a child in a candy store. He was oblivious to the huge smile on his face. I didn't need to ask if he was enjoying himself. It made me want to keep it going. After all, he's not going to get this fantasy again. He and I both agreed James was the only guy we would trust with this. James had delivered a perfect performance so far, so I was going to see if he was up for another round.

I dismounted him and sat beside him. On the side Michael was perched. Michael instinctively started rubbing my legs. That made me smile. He always like touching my legs when I wear stockings. He brought my foot up to his mouth and kissed it.

I took James in my hand, stroking his cock which was about halfway hard. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I could taste the combination of our cum. Maybe I'm weird, but it's so erotic and one of my favorite things to taste. I sucked his cock with enthusiasm, enjoying the taste of our sex.

James responded quickly. I'm sure Michael was enjoying the show, and James started talking to me. Maybe he needed that to get hard again, or maybe he was showing off for Michael. Either way I didn't mind. He asked me things like if I enjoyed sucking his black cock, and telling Michael that Asian girls like me give the best head. He talked about how tight my pussy is, and asked if his was the first black dick that had fucked my little pussy. (It was)