Jack sat across from his wife, Irene, and watched her every nervous move. He knew every inch of her body and every sign she gave. Although she seemed cool and collected, he could tell she was not only nervous but extremely horny. Tonight, Irene would, if everything worked out, introduce her husband, Jack, to her boyfriend, Chris.
Irene had chosen a bar restaurant down the street as a meeting place. It was nice enough that her slutty dress wouldn't look out of place, and it was only a six-minute walk to their apartment.
Irene's shoulder-length black hair framed her heart-shaped face, large almond eyes, and full red lips. Jack hadn't realized how horny watching his wife nervously primp for another man would make him. He watched as, for the fifth time in half an hour, Irene stood up to adjust her tight black dress on her golden Latina skin, which clung to her ample B-cup breasts that hung nicely on her five-foot-two frame. Her hands ran down her body to smooth out her dress, from her flat stomach, over her thick thighs, and down her long legs to her 45-inch ass. She nervously sat down again and addressed Jack.
"Chris should be here any minute. How do I look?"
Jack looked at Irene from her ankles to her breasts. "You look very fuckable."
"Mission accomplished," she said with a smile.
"Irene, are you wearing underwear?"
"Oh, honey, absolutely not. But I do have a butt plug in, so if everything works out the way I hope it does, my pussy and my asshole will be Chris' tonight."
Jack was both horny and furious. She had promised him that her asshole was only for him, her husband. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Just promise me that this is just a meeting and you won't push anything."
"No promises. I've got a good feeling about tonight, and I'm pretty sure that you guys are going to get along, and I'm getting fucked by Chris' big cock. Are you ready to watch that?" she asked with the same nervous, horny smile he had first seen on her face when she was a cute, innocent girl who never would have been capable of this.
"I think it'll be good for me to see you being a whore."
Irene smiled. "I'm so looking forward to tonight. It's not easy being a whore for a big cock in the back seat of his car."
Jack's cock throbbed with jealousy. He knew how much his wife liked a good car fuck. He thought about how soaked she had left the back seat of his car, and that brought him right back to thinking about how, if everything worked out in her favor, his wife would be moaning and squirting for Chris' big cock tonight. Jack could feel his own precum soaking his underwear.
Irene's phone vibrated on the table, and she jumped to pick it up. "He's outside. I'm going to run out and bring him through. Are you ready?"
"Yes, but tell me quickly, what exactly am I in for?"
"I'm going to get him. We're going to see if you guys get along well enough for you to be okay watching me on a date with him. Then, we'll go back to our place, and you can watch me fuck another man. Then you can fuck me after and make me yours again."
Jack loved the idea of fucking his freshly fucked wife. She'd really made him a good cuck.
"We'll see."
Irene practically bounced out of her seat. Jack watched her tight dress cling to her fat, plugged ass as it swayed with each excited step. He couldn't help but imagine Irene's fat ass riding a big black cock--Chris's big black cock. He imagined Chris as Irene described him: a tall, muscular man with a cock she couldn't stop talking about. The thought sent a jolt of jealousy through him.
A few minutes later, Irene reappeared, a wide, pleased smile on her face. Beside her stood Chris. He was even larger than Jack had imagined, a tall, broad-shouldered man. His dark eyes scanned the restaurant, finally settling on Jack.
"Chris, this is my husband, Jack," Irene purred, her hand resting possessively on Chris's arm. "Jack, this is my boyfriend, Chris."
Chris extended a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Jack. Irene's told me a lot about you."
Jack shook his hand. "Likewise," he managed, his voice tight.
They settled into the horseshoe booth Irene had chosen, ensuring they could all sit on the same side.
Irene sandwiched herself between the two men, her energy crackling with anticipation. She launched into a lively, nervous conversation about her work week and needing a drink, her voice a mix of playful banter and barely veiled sexual innuendo about needing a release.
Jack watched them and tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind kept drifting to the image of Chris's cock, buried deep inside his wife.
Irene's hand slipped beneath the table, grabbed Jack's, and placed it high on her thigh, under her short skirt. Jack moved his finger up towards her bare pussy, only to find Chris's hand already there. Jack's jaw tightened, his arousal turning to jealousy. The waitress arrived, breaking the tension with a smile. They ordered drinks that arrived quickly.
