Part 4
I opened the door and looked out over a crowd of young Mexican men. I looked beyond them at the beautiful low rider cars in the driveway and lining the curb in front. I didn't do a head count, but there were way more than the ten guys my new fuck buddy Pete had mentioned. They were stacked at my doorway and looking at me like I was a red hot burrito and they hadn't eaten in days. "Come in guys," I said, realizing they had probably already attracted the neighbor's attention.
I opened the door wide and gave each a quick kiss on the lips on the way in. Several copped a brief feel of either my tits or under my dress. I pushed their hands away as part of my scene development. I counted 23. Pete, the only one I had previously met and fucked, was the last through the door. I closed it quickly and followed them into them into the living room where my husband Denny waited.
"Hi guys. This is my husband Denny. Sorry about the lack of seating, you'll have to sit on the floor." This actually worked really well because my dress was so short they'd be able to see up it while sitting on the floor. "I have a disappointing announcement. I've decided that being married it wouldn't be right for me to keep fucking the way I have been and the way I did the other night."
Disgruntled comments rose from the gathered crowd.
"But I will slow dance with all of you. And there's beer in the ice-chest."
I heard one guy say, "Right Pete, I knew you were full of shit. No gringo is going to let his wife fuck a bunch of Mexicans."
"Hold on now," I said in response. "This has nothing to do with my husband. I'm going to be a mom some day and I have to start acting respectable. I'm also ovulating and I quit taking the pill so I could get pregnant, and since I love cum and hate condoms I just can't do any fucking tonight. I dressed nice and sexy for you guys and you'll have to be satisfied with slow dancing and getting a little feely with me. Denny, put on some music and dim the lights."
The ovulating-pill thing was news to Denny, and I'm sure he didn't know if it was part of the scene I was creating or if it was true. Since he knew the scene would end with me fucking all the guys, I wondered if he would object and put a stop to things or at least call me off to the side to see what was what. He did neither.
Pete stepped up and we started to dance. We held each other close and my outfit was working because I could feel his hardness between us. I couldn't help but recall his size and how good he had felt stretching my pussy. I wanted so bad to lie on the floor and tell them all to get in line and take turns, but the slow build up was hot as hell.
Pete whispered in my, "You know you need cock you fucking whore."
I whispered back, "Yes, but I really shouldn't do that. Let's let your friends have a dance."
He broke away and another guy took me in his arms. This guy had his hand on my ass and I could tell he was raising my dress to give the others a nice view of my panties. I wondered if they noticed that my panties were on over my garter belt, or if they imagined why that was.
I routinely glanced at Denny sitting in a chair in the corner. He watched me intently and I knew he was eager for me get things started, knew how he wanted to watch his bad wife get fucked good. After I had danced with all who wanted to dance Pete said, "Amber, sweetie, could I have a word with you in private."
"I guess so," I said. "Let's step into the bathroom."
I know him saying that raised the temperature in the room, and in my pussy. I knew things were about to get started.
We stepped into the bathroom and Pete pulled his pants down and held his hard cock in his hand. "You know you want this, slut."
I scooted up on the marble vanity and pulled my feet up. Pete reached down and yanked by panties to the side. I was so wet he slipped right in and I was so hot I came immediately and kept cumming as he fucked me. In ten strokes I could feel his cock pulse as he gave me the sperm I needed so bad. I really was ovulating, but the thought of being impregnated by Mexican lovers thrilled me. If that happened I knew Denny would accept it and be a good father for our brown baby.
He finished and pulled my panties back in place. We walked back into the living room and I could not wipe the smile off my face. I walked to the center of the room and looked at Denny. I said, "Honey, don't be mad. I just let Pete fuck his jizz into me. I'm sorry. I know we talked about me being a good girl and I know we haven't fucked in a few days so if I get pregnant it's not likely to be yours. If you really love me it shouldn't matter if I have a Mexican baby. It would be so cute."
None of this was preplanned, so I wasn't sure how he would take it. As far as he knew I was on the pill and my comment about ovulating was part of my scene development. He probably still thought that. But I had gone off the pill because I really wanted to cuckold him in the most ultimate way, by having an interracial baby. I hoped the idea would turn him on like it did me. What I did know was that once the guys started taking turns he would be too excited to care.
I walked slowly toward Denny. Once I was standing in front of him I pulled the hem of my dress up so he could see that my panties were soaked. I put my foot up on the arm of his chair and pulled his face to my crotch. "What does it smell like down there?"
Amazingly, the guys were all silent, completely transfixed by my performance and eager to see how things were going to unfold.
"It smells dirty."
"That's right, now thank Pete for jizzing me."