Wife Impregnated During a Night Out

My name is Victoria and I am a proper conservative housewife. I'm 5 '6, blonde, blue eyes, milky white skin with a toned body from religiously hitting the gym, this despite having one kid with my loving husband Tim. I am the envy of every woman in my circle and the fantasy of most men. Recently, Tim and I have decided to have our second child.

The day seemed like it would never end, and my feet throbbing from standing for so long. Working in retail could be grueling at times. I had started my shift early that Saturday morning and then agreed to cover an extra shift for a colleague who had a family emergency. As I watched the seconds tick by on the clock, I found myself longing for the end of the day. I was eager to get home, where I could unwind with a glass of wine and a soothing bath. Tim had taken our son and two nephews camping for the weekend.

During my final break, I noticed a message from my best friend, Kristal, on my phone. When I returned her call, she sounded more stressed than I felt. Her husband, Rob, had been particularly difficult that day, and she was clearly at her wit's end. Fortunately, he had gone to their cabin in the mountains for the night. Kristal mentioned she could use some support and a strong drink and asked if I was free after work.

I decided to check in with my husband to see how their day was going. He and the boys were having a blast, and with the weather looking promising, they planned to return the day after tomorrow. That meant I had the whole day tomorrow (Saturday) to myself.

Finally, my shift ended, and I was eager to head out. I called Kristal, tempted to cancel and just go home to relax. However, once we were on the phone, it was clear she really needed someone to talk to and a good drink. We agreed to check out a new bar in the town center. By the time I made the forty-five-minute drive to her place, she was more than ready to go. As soon as I pulled up, she almost leaped into the car.

"Let's hit the clubs! I need a drink!" she exclaimed.

I considered mentioning that I wanted to go home and change first, especially after seeing her outfit--a sleek black mini dress and matching heels--ready for a night out.

Kristal and I had been friends for over a decade. She was married to Johnathon and currently without a child. I considered her my fun other half. She was a tall brunette with long shapely legs and very extroverted.

Me? I got home and decided to wear a short white wrap dress. Simple but stylish. Even in my tired state I always took extra effort to look good. We were ready.

We arrived at the bar early enough to snag a table without any trouble. We ordered margaritas and some appetizers, and I let Kristal begin to vent. The bar had a charming, intimate atmosphere, with a modest dance floor and a playlist that was lively but not deafening. As we finished our meal and asked for another round of drinks, the place began to fill up. We continued chatting, and I could see Kristal starting to relax as the drinks and conversation worked their magic. While it wasn't quite the hot bath and glass of wine I had in mind, the margaritas were definitely putting me in a good mood.

As we sipped our drinks, a pair of guys approached our table. They were attractive and well-mannered, introducing themselves as Henry and Vivek. Henry, 24, stood about six feet tall with dark hair and a solid build--not overly muscular, but fit. Vivek, 23, was around 5'10" with a medium build, black hair, and warm brown eyes. We chatted about the bar, noting its eclectic mix of patrons, from young guys like them to older ladies like Kristal and me. They laughed when we revealed our ages--Kristal was 34, and I was 33. They could not believe our ages, we are often mistaken for college students. The conversation flowed smoothly, and they ordered another round of drinks for us.

Soon after, they asked if we'd like to dance. We hit the dance floor with them and enjoyed a few songs. They were absolute gentlemen, keeping their hands appropriately placed while dancing. We had some laughs as we noticed others on the floor who were a bit more forward in their dancing style. Afterward, we returned to our booth where the guys each slide in beside us, with Vivek next to me and Henry next to Kristal. The conversation continued effortlessly, and their courteous demeanor made for a pleasant evening.

Halfway through our drinks, two of the guys' friends, Michael and Shaun, joined us at our booth. After a round of introductions, they nestled in and seamlessly became part of our lively conversation. Michael, also 24, was about 5'8" with a bit of extra weight but still fit. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. Shaun, on the other hand, was 23, stood 5'11", and had a lean frame with long black hair.

Just like Henry and Vivek, Michael and Shaun were genuine gentlemen. We spent the next few hours chatting, laughing, dancing, and drinking. Eventually, we decided it was time to call it a night. The guys mentioned they were heading home as well. When we stepped outside, I glanced at my watch and was startled by two things: it was nearly 1:30 in the morning, and it took me a moment to realize it. The margaritas had definitely taken their effect, and we all chuckled as I pointed this out. The guys suggested a walk around the town center to help us sober up a bit, and with the pleasant evening weather, it seemed like a great idea.

We strolled along, our heels clicking on the pavement, punctuated by cheerful conversation and laughter. About ten minutes into our walk, Kristal asked if there was a nearby restroom. Vivek mentioned that his apartment was just above the shops on the next block, so we headed there and took the elevator up. Once inside, Henry flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV, while I admired the view of the town center from the large window. Kristal headed to the bathroom, and Vivek asked if we'd like another drink.

I might have been a bit distracted by the view, but I agreed. By the time Kristal emerged, the blender was winding down, and I was in the middle of questioning Henry about the appeal of watching poker on TV. Henry was trying to explain, but I was just about to decline his offer to play poker when Kristal walked in and exclaimed, "Oh cool, so we're all playing poker?"

Well, there was no backing out now. Vivek returned with a tray of fresh margaritas. Michael reached for a glass, but Vivek quickly corrected him, saying, "Hey! That's Victoria's drink, and this one is Kristal's. Take one of these instead." Michael sheepishly handed us our drinks before getting one for himself. We were guided to the table, and Vivek pulled out a deck of cards. I asked what the stakes were since we had limited cash and weren't playing strip poker.

After a brief discussion and a moment of realizing I'd already downed half of my margarita--"Wow, did I really drink that much already?"--we settled on a fun wager: the winner would get to choose who received a shot of tequila. With the rules set, the cards were dealt, and the game was underway.

Vivek's Point of View

Victoria was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Perfect long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, the prettiest innocent face and the perfect trophy wife body. I knew I had to have a tonight, but getting past the conservative mindset would be considerably challenging.

As the night went on Vivek realized that Victoria was not only beautiful but extremely intelligent. Bagging such a prize would be almost impossible....almost.

He and the guys had a plan. A variation of ecstasy which fills the user with lots of energy and confidence and produces feelings of pleasure, well-being, increased sociability and closeness with others. This variation of ex also has another effect, its sends the user's sex-drive into overdrive.

Vivek was the alpha of his group. Extremely rich parents and a spoiled brat, he had made clear to the boys that Victoria was his.

He also knew from the conversations at the club that Victoria was trying to have a baby.

Back to Victoria's POV

The first hand took everyone by surprise, including myself, as I managed to win. I chose to make Vivek take a shot, which he downed effortlessly. Henry won the next hand and poured a sizable shot for Kristal. We all burst into laughter as she coughed after gulping it down, and then the cards were dealt again. This time, Vivek won and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, pushed the shot glass toward me. After I downed the golden liquid, I suggested we either stop or alter the rules. With four guys and only two of us, the risk of us either passing out or feeling unwell was increasing.

We debated for a while, and as I finished the last of my margarita, Michael proposed we switch to strip poker. Blinking through my slightly foggy vision at my watch, I noted the time: "1 AM?" Kristal and I exchanged glances, and she gave a slight nod.

"Alright," I agreed, "but we'll play for only half an hour." Proud of my compromise to keep things from getting too wild, I didn't even notice the fresh margarita that had appeared in front of me. I took a sip and gave a satisfied smile.

"No problem," Vivek responded. "But since you set some rules, we'll have a few of our own. Whoever wins gets to remove one item of clothing from someone of their choice and has one minute to do so. Socks and shoes don't count, so those can stay on or be taken off. If someone is down to their last piece of clothing, the winner gets two minutes to remove it."

A more clear-headed Victoria and Kristal might have realized that this meant any time a guy won, one of us would end up with less clothing, and their hands might be involved in the process.

But, with our judgment clouded by several drinks, we only heard that each hand would take longer and thus there would be fewer rounds and fewer clothes lost. We quickly agreed to the new rules, and the first hand was dealt.

Kristal was pleasantly surprised when she won and laughed as Michael revealed his losing hand. She instructed him to remove an item of clothing. Vivek directed him to the head of the table where Michael stood facing Kristal.

At 5'8", Michael was about the same height as Kristal, but her heels made her slightly taller. She looked down at him and, with a grin, pulled his Polo shirt over his head, revealing a toned chest.

I chuckled as Vivek checked his watch and told Kristal she still had 45 seconds. Kristal, holding the shirt, declared she was finished. Settling back with my drink, I prepared for the next hand.

Unfortunately, my luck didn't hold. With a low hand, I knew I'd be the one losing this round. The question was who would win and what they would choose. Vivek laid down three queens and gestured for me to come to the head of the table. Even with my 3-inch heels, I had to look up at him as I stood before him. He nodded at Henry, signaling him to start the timer.

I expected him to reach for my lace top, but instead, he spun me around. I nearly lost my balance, but he steadied me, his head resting on my shoulder. Looking at Kristal, he said, "Let me show you how it's done. This is how you properly take off clothes when playing this game."

His breath was close to my ear as he whispered something to Kristal. His hands trailed down my sides, gently tugging at the hem of my top. As his hands glided back up, he lightly touched my shoulders, and I felt a wave of mixed emotions. The atmosphere in the room was thick with anticipation as everyone watched, but I was torn between wanting to stop the game and feeling the excitement of the moment.

I knew my body's reactions well; my skin tingle under his touch, and my mind raced. My heart pounded in my chest as I closed my eyes, leaning back slightly, trying to decide what to do next. His hands moved lower, lifting the hem of my top slightly, and I could feel the warmth of his hands against my bare skin. The clock ticked away, and Henry, overseeing the game, announced that there were only 15 seconds left.

As his hands slid beneath my top, brushing lightly against the fabric of my bra, I felt a strange combination of nervousness and thrill. When the timer finally ran out, the guys cheered, breaking the tension in the room. I quickly pulled my top back down, feeling a mix of relief and lingering tension. Kristal, sitting across from me, gave me a supportive smile, and I managed a small one in return as I sat back down, trying to collect myself.

The next round began, and my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. I could feel the eyes of the others on me, and I knew that Kristal was watching too, her gaze filled with curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. She had always been a close friend, but tonight felt different--like we were crossing some kind of unspoken boundary.

When Kristal won the next hand, Henry invited her to the head of the table. She walked over with confidence, but there was a hint of nervous excitement in her eyes. As the game continued, the playful tension in the room only grew. Everyone was caught up in the moment, the lines between game and reality blurring.

As the night wore on, it became clear that this game was about more than just winning or losing; it was about exploring boundaries and testing limits, both individually and as a group. There was a shared understanding in the room, a silent agreement that this was just a game, but one that revealed more than we might have anticipated.

"Yes ma'am?" Henry asked as he crossed his arms and looked down on her.

Looking up at him, she ran her finger down his nose, over his lips and chin and straight down his chest. I could tell all the other guys were staring at her ass cheeks parted by her thong, but my eyes followed her finger as she continued down over his flat stomach to his belt and down the zipper line. When she reached the bottom of his zipper, she turned her hand and fully groped his crotch. He groaned when her hand squeezed him, but I barely heard him over my own groan.

"Go ahead and start the time," she said as her hand quickly pulled his belt open and popped the button of his jeans.

She leaned into him as her hand disappeared into his jeans. I gasped as I saw her hand moving under the jeans, I could tell that she was pumping his cock.

As Micheal announced that there were 20 seconds left, she pulled her hand out and pushed his jeans down. By the time she worked them down to his ankles, Micheal was announcing 10 seconds left, but I barely heard him because I was staring at Henry's hard cock that was sticking out of his boxers. It was long, probably about 7 inches.

Kristal wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a couple strokes as Micheal announced time. As she turned to take her seat for the next hand, Kristal pushed her ass against Henry, sliding his cock between her cheeks. She looked back at him and told him that she thought she had the game figured out now.

I sat there in amazement. I just watched my best friend stroking a stranger's cock. I did this while sitting in my bra in a room full of strangers. My mind was trying to tell me to get up and get out, but my body was telling me to stay and have some fun. My body was telling me this quite loudly.

As Kristal took her seat, Vivek leaned over and asked me if I enjoyed the show. He was looking down at my breasts, and at first I didn't understand, until I followed his gaze and saw that I was pinching my nipple through my bra. I blushed as I removed my hand from my breast, and Vivek told me to let him know if I needed a hand.

I was taken aback when I won after the cards were dealt. Get even! I stood there, aware that the boys were observing my bouncing and swaying breasts. I guided Vivek to the front of the table by taking his hand. Feeling eyes on me, my nipples shouted against the bra. Despite my three-inch heels, I met Vivek's dark eyes. He smiled, looking down. I dragged him to me, putting my arms around his waist and pressing my breasts against his stomach.

I questioned what I should take off as I turned to face the table. I wiggled my ass and began to shimmy down his body, my breasts rubbing down over his groin, amid the applause for both the shirt and the pants. Everyone was applauding as I knelt in front of him, so I turned and pressed my cheek up on his crotch while telling Michael to start timing me.

I moved my hands up his thighs to his belt and began to play with it before bending over and stroking his crotch lightly. I reached up and felt his bare flesh beneath my fingers as I drew them up and put them under his shirt. I brushed my nails softly over his chest, still squatting in front of him, and could see he was enjoying this by the bulge in his jeans.

I pushed my head inside his shirt as I stood up. I began to gently kiss my way up over his stomach and up to his chest, taking in his youthful, brown skin. I took one of my nipples in my mouth and began to suck after pinching and rolling it between my fingers. He was moaning as I heard the 20-second countdown. I proceeded to kiss my way over the second nipple, using my free hand to reach down and seize a handful of his appreciation that was struggling to escape his shorts. I lifted the shirt up over my head and flicked my tongue over his nipple as the 10 seconds went off.

I looked across at Kristal, who had glazed eyes back at me, as I sucked his nipple in my mouth. With her back to me, she was seated with Michael on one side and Henry on the other, their hands resting high on her thighs. She was stroking her panty in circles with her finger, and I noticed that the panty was getting more and more damp. This made me smile. When the timer went off, I winked at Kristal, pulled the shirt over his head, and sat down.

What the hell was wrong with me. Even now i can't explain what had come over me. I had never had an interracial lover or been attracted to a coloured person let alone let myself get into such a situation in front of an audience. Even Kristal seemed surprised though not concerned.

The cards were dealt, and Vivek leaned over and told me how much he enjoyed that. His hand caressed my thigh.

I could tell that Kristal was enjoying the other guys' hands on her thighs. The other three guys were eyeing her like a slab of meat, i don't think she was quite aware of the perilous position she was in with the three of them.

I tried to regain some form of control and folded my arms to hide my protruding nipples, not realize how pointless this action would be in a few minutes.

My nipples were extra sensitive as i mentioned before and they were thick and pointed out almost 1 inch - a deep pink color that drove my husband crazy. I was certain it was having the same effect on vivek.

Once again my fate was left to Vivek as kristal and I lost another round.

I stood and followed him to the front of the table, where he turned me to face the table before wrapping his arms around me. He ran his hands down my sides causing goose bumps, then reached up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them in his strong hands and asking the table if he should take the bra off.

The cheers were loud as he rolled my nipples between his fingers before popping one into his mouth. Vivek sucked my nipple like a man possessed, alternating between deep sucks, nibbles and then rapid licking.

I was totally lost, with the extra strong drinks and my sensitive nipples being treated like chew toys by a young, cocky Indian boy.

He had just moved the right padding of the bra aside so at least my tits remained hidden from the rest of the group to slightly reduce my embarrassment.

Micheal called 30 seconds and Vivek's hands slid down my back and grabbed handfuls of my ass.

"She does have a nice ass though" Shaun said as he hooked his fingers in my waist band and started to tug the panty down over my hips and ass. There was an audible group gasp as I felt my ass exposed to the room.