There is my wife. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed. She is breathing hard, with another mans cum running down her legs. Never has she been sexier to me. This is the story of she came to be where she is and how I made it happen.
My wife Susan is an attractive woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Small petite frame. She is a PE teacher in a local school, so she is in great shape. She is my idea of the perfect woman, in looks. It is in the bed she lets me down. For the fourteen years of our marriage our sex life had gone from okay to almost non-existent. It is not that she doesn’t like sex, she does. The reactions when we had our infrequent bouts of love-making made that clear. It was just that it was so long between them that drove me crazy. I almost always had to ply her with alcohol to get her to have sex with me.
About three years ago I started to become convinced she was having an affair. It wasn’t true but my reaction to the thought shocked me. Instead of becoming angry I became excited. Excited at the thought of my wife making love to another man! I started to follow her around to try to catch them together. Of course there wasn’t another man, so there was nothing to "catch". I became so obsessed with the idea of watching her fuck a man, without her knowing I was there, that I decided to make it happen.
I ran an ad on one of the "Net Match" sites. It read: Seduce my wife. I must be there, but she can’t know I can see. You must have the ways and means. I will assist in any way I can. I received a few responses, but one in particular seemed to be perfect. The respondent said he had a large house and hosted parties often. He had done what I wanted before, and if I followed his instructions he would guarantee that he would make love to my wife and I would be able to see it all. But that once it started I could not interfere and that I must follow all his instructions. After some thought I sent back a reply and said I agreed to his conditions. I received directions to his house, and the time and date to be there.
On Friday, the day before "The Day" I told Susan that a new client of mine was having a party and that we had to go. She wasn’t too pleased with the idea, but she knows that sometimes we have to attend these events so she agreed. The plan was moving ahead. As we got ready to go to the party I made a pitcher of daiquiris, double strong with 151 rum. Susan doesn’t drink often so I knew this would go right to her head, I hoped to relax her a bit. When she came down the stairs to go to the party I was shocked. She was wearing a new dress. It was a silky material that clung to her body and highlighted her wonderful 34C breasts and tight ass. I could see that the drinks were having an affect as her nipples were poking through the material like the erasers on a pencil.
When we arrived at the house party I was surprised. It was a large home, well lit, with cars parked everywhere. A variety of people were flowing towards the door, so we just followed along. After we were inside I asked for Scott, my contact. I was shocked. He was a large black man, over 6’ 3" tall. I introduced him to Susan and his large hand absolutely swallowed hers.
This was to be the man to fuck my wife? I had my doubts, we were from the south. I knew Susan had never even kissed a black man before, let alone fucked one. But I was resolved to go through with it.
The party was a good one. Lots of music, conversation and best of all, more daiquiris. Susan and I were talking when Scott came up to us and asked her to help him in the kitchen. She went with him, but I could see a scared look in her eyes as she glanced back at me. I knew it was starting. I slipped over to a vantage point where I could observe the kitchen with out being seen.
Susan was at the blender pouring rum, Scott was standing behind her. I watched as he reached out his hands and started to rub her shoulders. She jumped away from his touch but couldn’t go far, she had a bottle of rum in one hand, the pitcher in the other. As she turned towards Scott he pressed his body against hers. Trapping her against the counter between his arms. I could see the look of fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Don’t drop the bottle." He said. Then he reached up with hand, cupped her face, and kissed her on the mouth. It was a hard kiss. He held her face still with one hand and the other arm pulled her body tight against his. I could tell his tongue was in her mouth. My cock had started to harden at the sight before me. Susan was trying to struggle, but her 5’ 5" 135 pound body was no match for Scott's over powering strength. Her released her as suddenly as he had grabbed her. I heard him say "You needed that baby, and you need more later." Then he walked away. I watched as Susan gently placed the bottle on the counter. I thought for sure she would run to me and tell me we had leave. Instead she gently touched her lips with her fingertips, and stared out to space. I noticed that her nipples were even more prominent.
I went back to where I was and was soon joined by my wife. I expected her to tell me what had happened in the kitchen. She didn’t say a word. Soon Scott joined us, but not for long. He took Susan by the hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor. I watched as they danced together for song after song. They came back to me and Scott told my wife that the bathroom downstairs was reserved for special guests only, that she should go there when she needed to. Then he asked me to go with him.
We went through the kitchen and down a flight of stairs to a small room that was dark and close. I was nervous but excited at the same time. "Stay in here," he said, "no matter what happens, you will not interfere. Do you understand?"
"Yes", I replied.
Just then the entire wall on my left lit up. It wasn’t a wall at all, it was an entire window! No, not a window, a 2 way mirror! It was the wall of a bathroom and in the bathroom was Susan. I looked at Scott, he grinned and said "Now the fun begins." Then he walked out.
I watched as Susan washed her face in cold water and then sat on the toilet to piss. I could hear everything, so I assumed there was a microphone in there as well. "He thought of everything." I said to myself. Just as she was completing her toilet the door open and in walked Scott.
"Hey, she said, "I’m in here!"
"I know. That’s why I am too." And he started to move toward her. Susan backed away, trying to pull her panties up as Scott advanced. "Stop. I’m married. You can’t do this. Please don’t." I was a little worried at the way this was going, it was more of a rape than a seduction. But my cock liked it, I was raging hard. By this time Scott had my wife trapped in the corner right in front of me, between the edge of the bathroom counter and the wall, where the glass went to the floor. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her towards him. She was fighting now, pushing against his chest, and telling him over and over "No, no, stop. Please don’t." But he didn’t listen. He grabbed her hair and forced her to face him, then he brought his mouth on hers and kissed her. He was raping her mouth with his tongue. I was about to rush in and break it up, after all, I wanted to watch her be seduced, not raped. But I noticed that although she was fighting, it wasn’t as if she was fighting too hard. More like just token resistance. And she was kissing back. He started to kiss her neck and she kept whispering "no, no" but we all knew that she didn’t mean it.
