My wife was gorgeous. She worked hard to keep her body trim and in shape, and at almost 40 looked better than a woman 10 years younger than her. Every time we went out, I could see men staring at her firm ass filling out her jeans or leggings. And now she wasn't just out getting looks, she was out looking for a man to bring home. And I wouldn't get to have her again until she found one. I didn't know who she would bring home, or what he would look like, but I was waiting in nervous anticipation for the day she found someone.
It had been over two weeks since I had cum in her mouth, sealing our deal for the both of us, and she had been torturing me for two weeks, promising to tell me who would be coming over for her to fuck soon. And today was the day, I was ready to hear about who it would be and when he would be coming over.
Jessie called me into the bedroom, and I dutifully went upstairs and into our room. She was laying on the bed in my favorite outfit, black lace bra and panties, and thigh high stockings connected to a matching garter belt. She looked amazing and relaxed laying on the bed. She looked at me as I entered the bedroom. "He's coming over tonight. That's all the detail you get. You can sit in the chair and watch, unless we tell you we need you for something else. I hope you enjoy your show. Remember, you wanted this."
Her words hung in the air. The hours before he arrived flew by and crawled at the same time. I had so many unanswered questions that Jessie wouldn't answer. She just kept telling me to wait for that night, and everything would be revealed to me then. I was sitting on the couch, nervously nursing a drink, and Jessie walked into the room. Her black lingerie was hidden behind a silken black robe. She carried two drinks, stiff ones by the look of them, and she put them on the table before turning to look at me.
"He is 5 minutes away. Once he gets here, you are just to watch. You are only allowed to participate if you are told to, and then you are only allowed to do exactly what you are told. You may take your clothes off once he and I are naked. You can touch yourself, but you are not allowed to cum. I need to you tell me you understand that rules and you will follow them," Jessie said to me in a stern voice.
I gulped and looked at her. I slowly nodded and said, "Yes, I'll follow your rules," in a voice barely above a whisper. Jessie smiled and came over and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Don't worry hubby. This is what you want. I know you're nervous, I am too. But we are just having some fun. So let's try to enjoy ourselves," she said to me. I nodded and sat on the easy chair facing the couch where the two drinks, glasses covered in moisture, sat waiting to be drunk. I knew this was where they would be sitting.
A knock at the door. He was here! Jessie rose and walked to open the door, turning and winking at me before turning the handle and smiling. "Come on in," she said, "Welcome." She stepped towards the couch to allow him in, this mystery man. He stepped into the dim light, and I laid eyes on the man who was going to have his way with my wife that night. He was tall, maybe 6'4", and muscular. His dark black skin was a stark contrast to my white wife, especially as he leaned down to kiss her hello. After a passionate kiss, he turned from her and walked over to me.
"Hi, I'm Jamal," he said as he stuck his hand out to shake. I shook his hand, but before I had a chance to reply my wife spoke up.
"Don't worry about him Jamal. He's just here to watch and do what he is told to do, if anything tonight. I want the focus to be us," Jessie said in a husky voice. Jamal turned back to her, and pulled her in for another kiss, his hands reaching down and firmly grabbing my wife's thick ass through the silk of her robe. I was immediately hard as I watched him roughly groping Jessie's ass while they kissed. They broke apart again, and Jessie took Jamal by the hand, and led him to the couch. "I poured you a drink, thought you might want something," she said, almost shyly.
"Thanks, that's perfect," Jamal said as he sat down, pulling my wife into his lap. They kissed deeply and his roamed across her body, obscured by the black silk of her robe. I felt my cock straining in my pants as I watched them kiss, resisting the urge to move to touch myself. Jamal moved from Jessie's mouth to kissing her neck. She leaned her head back and turned to look at me while he kissed her neck, a small moan escaping her while she looked at me. I couldn't see but could imagine his strong hands running across her chest, the thin black lace all that separated his hands from her perky sensitive breasts.
A wave of jealousy sparked through me as i watched him ease the robe over Jessie's shoulders, she shrugged it down and let him pull it off of her, it was dropped on the floor in a forgotten heap.Her hands went immediately to his buttons, and she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and six pack as she pulled his shirt off to add it to the pile. "Fuck you're hot," Jessie growled as she looked at Jamal's body. I watched her hand reach down between her legs, feeling for him. "This feels huge," Jessie said with a grin, turning to look at me.
