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 A lonely wife is approached with a shocking proposal from her best friend,
and it leads to much more than she ever imagined.

   Part 1

   I had known Christina for over 15 years, since college.  Nothing that
had happened before had prepared me for what my best friend had just asked.
She had certainly changed over the past year, but this was beyond anything
I had ever expected to hear.

   "Christina, I'm married!" was all I could manage to say.

   "If you want to call it that..." Christina started, and then noticed the
look on my face.  She softened her tone some.  "Listen Julia, I'm sorry
about that, I just don't like the way Dave treats you.  You said yourself
the other night that you two haven't slept together in over a year."

   She was right, I had told her that, but in reality it had been well over
three.  Still, her bringing it up struck a nerve.  "I know, but he's still
my husband.  Besides, who thought I would be interested in a threesome?"

   She paused a second, then said "Reggie.  We've been talking about him
being with two women for a couple months now, but it was his idea to ask
you."

   "Why me?"

   "Remember when you we went down to the beach with us a couple weeks ago?
He thought there was some chemistry between the two of you.  It made me a
little jealous at first, but I think he was right."

   She was right about that part.  I had spent a lot of time with the two
of them since Dave had been traveling so much.  Her boyfriend was amazing,
and I must have had enough drinks at the party to let my attraction show.
It had never crossed my mind that would think I was being anything other
than friendly.  I felt the skin on my neck heat up.

   "You're blushing.  He was right." She said, sounding pleased.

   My face now burned brightly, knowing I had been caught.  Truth be told,
I had been fascinated with Reggie since the first time she introduced us.
It had been about a month after she and Michael had gotten divorced.  She
said she had met Reggie after the split, but I suspected she was holding
something back and that their relationship had been going on longer.  With
my own marriage going through a rough patch, the thought that my best
friend might have cheated on her husband was never far from my mind.  The
fact that she had so quickly started dating a black man added to my
fascination.  In our social circle such things were just not seen.

   "I was just being friendly!" I tried to protest.  "Reggie's a great guy.
I see how happy he makes you." She had told me he was incredible in bed,
and I figured that was at least a big part of how happy she had been.  "I
hope you don't think I was making a move on him."

   "Didn't I just tell you I want you to make a move on him?" Christina
replied, playfully.

   "I can't believe we are even talking about this!  My God Christina, how
am I going to look him in the eye the next time I see him?"

   "It's OK to say no Julia, just please don't be mad at me.  It took a lot
for me to work up the nerve to even ask you."

   "I'm not mad, just a little shocked.  You've never even let on that you
were into things like that."

   "I didn't know I was until I met Reggie.  He's changed a lot of things
for me.  His birthday is coming up soon, and I asked him one night if he
wanted to do anything special.  We've been pretty open with each other
sexually, and he mentioned a threesome again and eventually your name came
up.  At first I told him no way in hell you would ever be interested in
that, but the more we talked about it the more I thought maybe you could
use a little adventure, just for one night."

   "It just seems weird, and I don't think I could ever do that to Dave."

   "Look, you know how I feel about Dave.  He's more interested in that new
factory in India than he is you.  How much longer is he going to be away
this time anyway?"

   "Another month." My husband's new business venture in India had indeed
been the source of much of our problems.  He had spent at least half the
year there for the past few years, and on his short visits home he had
always been preoccupied and grouchy with planning the logistics for the
next trip.  Over that time the loneliness and boredom had made me bitchy
with him, and that didn't help us connect on his brief stays at home.  On
the few occasions I had tried to talk with him about my feelings he had cut
me off, promising that the project would be online soon, and that things
would get better.  So far it hadn't.

   "Well, I won't ever bring it up again, but if you change your mind, his
birthday is in two weeks.  Just let me know and it will happen."

   "Thanks girl, but you had better plan on getting him a different
present. Now can we change the subject?"

   True to her word she did not bring it up the rest of the night.  I tried
to put the matter out of my mind, but unsuccessfully.  In fact, the more I
tried not to think about Reggie the more vivid his face became in my mind.
The drive home didn't help, without conversation to distract me my mind
wandered to what would have happened had I said yes.  The thought of him
touching me, kissing me, of seeing another man's cock for the first time in
over 15 years.  I had only dated a couple men in college prior to meeting
Dave, and only had sex a few times with either of them.

   Later that night I woke up soaked in sweat, having had the most vivid
sex dream since I was in my early twenties.  And yes, it had been with
Reggie.  The rest of the week had been little different.  A seed had been
planted in my mind, and it had grown.  By Wednesday, I fished my vibrator
out of the closet and brought myself to climax thinking about him.  I had
hoped it would break the spell, but the next night I did the same thing. 
Except before I finished, just as I felt my orgasm coming on, I paused and
texted a few words to Christina.

   "I must be crazy, but yes, I want to do it." I typed, then took a deep
breath before hitting send.

   I slipped the vibrator back inside, quickly reaching orgasm knowing what
I had set in motion.  Mixed with the sound of my moans I heard my phone
beeping three or four times as Christina sent me her excited replies.

   ...

   I nearly backed out at least a dozen times over the next several days,
having punched Christina's number in my cell on a few occasions, only to
hit cancel instead of call at the last moment.  I had also cried for nearly
an hour after Dave had called over the prior weekend.  I felt like I must
have sounded like a wreck on the phone, but all he had wanted to talk about
was the progress they were making at the new factory.  Had he said "I love
you" when he hung up instead of his standard "bye honey" I think I would
have called it all off the second I hung up.  Instead I just cried, partly
out of guilt, but mostly because I finally realized what I had been calling
a marriage was over.  There would be no keeping this from him when he came
home, cheaters always get caught.

   I realized driving home from work on Friday that I didn't have anything
"sexy" to wear.  Well, I had plenty of nice dresses, but it had been so
long since I had worn lingerie for Dave that I had nothing special that was
reasonably new.  I was about to break my vows and fuck my best friend's
black boyfriend in front of her, and I wanted to look as sexy as possible.
I stopped by Victoria's Secret on the drive home, heading straight to the
garters and lace section that I had not paid much attention to in a while.
It didn't take long for a black bra and panty set with pink lace trim to
catch my eye.  The sales girl helped me find my size, and suggested I buy
the matching garter belt.  I had never worn one before, but I had never had
an affair before either, so I took it and a pair of stockings as well.

   I nearly jumped when I heard someone behind me say my name while I was
at the checkout counter.  I turned to see someone from work, a bubbly
twenty something receptionist named Meghyn.  Judging by her usual attire
she probably spent half her income at this store.

   "Meghyn, Hi," I said.  "How are you?"

   "I'm fine, just doing some shopping.  Your hubby coming home soon?" She
asked, somewhat suggestively.

   "No, why?" I replied, wondering why someone I never spent time with out
of work would be so forward asking about my husband.  It was then that I
noticed a confused look on her face as she glanced towards the clerk.

   I turned to see the clerk slipping my lacy purchases into a pink bag,
and realized the source of her confusion.  Why would a married woman be
buying such things with her husband overseas?  Why indeed.  My face felt
like fire as I blushed uncontrollably.  Thankfully the clerk had already
run my card, so I quickly grabbed my bag started out of the store.

   "Good to see you Meghyn," I said, trying not to sound too flustered and
failing miserably.  "I've got to get to another store before it closes."

   As we passed she replied "See you next week Mrs.  Wilson." Her tone was
sweet enough, but there was a decided emphasis on the "Mrs."

   The encounter with Meghyn had me rattled, and should have made me call
it all off.  She would gossip of course, rumors would spread, but so far
the only one that knew what I had planned was Christina, and she was still
keeping it a surprise from Reggie.  I had nearly convinced myself to back
out, but my phone beeped, and the text ended what little chance I had of
redemption.  It was a photo of Reggie, stepping out of the shower and
looking a little confused that Christina had snapped his picture.  He was
toned, smooth, and muscular.  He had a towel around his waist, the outline
of his cock was clearly visible, and he looked big.  Her message was brief:
"Can't wait to share this with you tomorrow"

   I had to pull over and calm my nerves, I had been weaving in traffic
from glancing down at my phone over and over.  With trembling fingers I
texted her back.  "I'm not going to sleep tonight.  This is crazy."

   "Don't chicken out on me!" She replied.

   "Too late for that now." I texted back, and then drove the rest of the
way home.

   *** It took me longer than I had planned to get ready Saturday, and I
was running late.  The day had flown by, as if I was on an out of control
roller coaster heading to some unknown plunge.  I got into the shower
earlier than I had planned, but had gotten sidetracked by some feminine
grooming.  I had just intended to trim, but on a whim had shaved myself
bare.  It had been awhile since I had done that, and it took me forever.

   Getting the garter belt just right was another challenge.  I had never
worn one, and was surprised at how much the straps needed adjusting to get
the stockings to ride just right on my thighs and the belt to hug my hips.
Then the order of dress took me a while.  I tried it both with the panties
under the garter belt and over, like they did in the pornos.  I thought it
looked better with the panties under, letting the straps move freely, but
ended up going with the panties on top.  I had a feeling that if the nights
plan actually worked, Reggie might want me to leave the garter belt and
stockings on.  That thought alone caused me to get damp, but the black lace
concealed my excitement.

   I had started out with a little black dress, but it rode too high and
left the tops of my stockings visible.  I ended up going with a knee length
pencil skirt and a pink top.  My pink Louboutin's completed the look, and I
wondered as I slipped them on whether Reggie would want me to keep those on
as well.  I had never had sex while wearing my heels, but I had a feeling
there would be a lot of firsts before the night ended.

   The ride to Christina's went by like a flash, and my heartbeat picked up
when the driver turned into her driveway.  I stepped out and made my way up
to her door on unsteady legs.  4 inch heels are tough to walk in when your
knees are trembling from nerves.

   Christina met me at the door, looking fabulous in her favorite little
black dress.  She hugged me and led me inside.  "You're late, but you look
wonderful.  Reggie will be here soon, and I think we both need a drink
before he gets here."

   Christina went over her plan while she poured our wine.  It was short
and simple.  She had told Reggie that we were all going out for drinks and
dancing.  Once there, she was to tell him that I was his surprise and leave
the two of us on the dance floor until we were ready to go back to her
place.  It sounded simple.  I should have known that simple was never her
style.

   "What if he gets nervous and doesn't go for it?  I'll feel stupid."

   "Don't worry about that.  Knowing him he'll try to fuck you out there on
the dance floor.  It's you I'm worried about married lady, are you sure you
can go through with it?" She took my hand, spinning my diamond ring with
one of her fingers.

   "I need this Christina, just don't freak me out OK?" I said, then
slipped my rings off and dropped them into my purse.  "Tonight's for me. 
Now how about another glass before he gets here?"

   Shortly after we finished our drinks Reggie walked in the door.  He
startled me, I had expected a knock but he had gotten past that point with
Christina.  Christina had stepped in the kitchen, leaving me alone in the
living room.  I stood to say hello, trying not to sound nervous.

   "Hi Reggie, happy birthday!"

   He walked over and hugged me low on my waist, something he had not done
before, and it made my body feel flushed all over.  I put my arms around
his neck, hugging him back, feeling my now stiff nipples press against his
chest.  He pulled back a little, but still kept his arms around my waist. I
could feel my face blushing.

   "Thank you.  I'm glad you came over Julia.  I've been looking forward to
this for a long time."

   And then he pulled me close and kissed me.

   When his lips met mine I felt my legs give way, but he pulled me tight
to him.  My mouth parted, and his tongue swept across mine.  That's not the
plan!  Part of my brain wanted to cry out, but instead I wrapped my arms
tight around his neck and kissed him back.  Fuck the plan.  His hands slid
down my skirt, sliding under to caress the top of my stockings.  I lifted a
leg, wrapping it around his thigh, and he slid a hand under to hold me
tight to him, the side of his hand brushing maddeningly close to my
panties. He held me, dominant but gentle, like no man had ever done before.
After so many years of marriage, my first act of infidelity was happening
so fast.

   "Slow down you two, we've got all night you know?"

   I glanced over, seeing Christina standing right beside us.  I had no
idea how long she had been there.

   I looked at her sheepishly, and Reggie slowly released me and turned to
kiss her.

   "Happy birthday honey." She said when their lips parted.  "Like your
present?"

   "Best ever."

   "I take it you didn't mind my little set up?"

   "I'll want to kill you later, but yeah, I think I'm good with it right
now." My mind was still spinning from the rapid pace the night had taken,
but there was little time to reconsider anything at this point.

   Reggie kissed me again, and I felt Christina slip around behind me,
placing her hands on my hips and pulling her body tight to me.  My heart
pounded in my chest.

   "Is she a good kisser honey?" I heard her purr behind me.

   Reggie paused to nod before kissing me again, and then I felt
Christina's lips press against my neck.

   "I think I'd like to see for myself." She said, her breath hot against
my ear.

   I turned to her out of surprise, and our eyes met, her lips inches from
mine.  I had kissed a few girls in college, just drunk girls fooling
around, but had never done anything more than that with a woman.  I had not
even considered that it might happen tonight, my mind had been entirely
focused on Reggie.  Besides, Christina and I had been friends for so long
and she had never so much as let on that she was into such things. 
Nevertheless, at that moment the look in her eyes told me exactly what she
wanted.  Though I had never even fantasized about it before, I suddenly
found that I wanted it too.  I moved first, pressing my lips to hers.  I
must have caught her off guard, for she let out a surprised moan as our
tongues met.

   The thrill of kissing another woman, on top of everything else that was
happening, was almost more than I could handle.  I felt dizzy, flushed, and
completely out of control.  I turned to face Christina, pulling her to me,
and began to explore her body with my hands as we kissed.  Her firm ass
tensed as I rubbed the thin material of her skirt, then I fumbled my way to
one of her breasts.  I had always been jealous of her bust.  Her ex had
paid for a nice set of D cups shortly after they married, and he had paid
for the very best.  They felt wonderfully soft and natural, and her nipple
stiffened as I ran my fingers across her chest, feeling the texture of the
lace under her blouse.

   As I explored her body, I could hear Reggie undressing behind me.  When
he finished, he unzipped my skirt, sliding it down my legs.  I stepped out,
kicking it to the side.  I reluctantly pulled my lips away from Christina
for long enough to let him lift my blouse over my shoulders.  They
sandwiched me between them, and I let myself be taken, clad in only nylon
and lace.  Their hands were all over me, and Reggie slipped his hand under
the lace of my panties, massaging my bare mound for a minute before
slipping a large finger into my soaking pussy.  The sensation was too much,
and I felt my legs give way, losing balance on my high heels.  Reggie
caught me before I tumbled.

   Christina giggled.  "Why don't we go to the bedroom?  I think it'll be a
little more comfortable?"

   I nodded, a little sheepishly.  The spell I had been under had broken a
little, and the reality of what I was doing sank in.  I was a married
woman, nearly naked, making out with my best friend and her black
boyfriend. Had I been able to stop then, that would have been it, but I
looked down at Reggie's cock and any chance of leaving melted away.  He was
big.  Not porn star big, but way bigger than any man I had ever been with
before.  I had never been into porn, and had never even seen a black dick
on film, much less in person.  It was so different, so forbidden.  I
understood then why Christina had left Michael for him.

   "I'm ready." I looked at Reggie.  "Just be gentle OK?  It's been
awhile."

   "You have nothing to worry about.  We have all night." Reggie answered,
and then took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

   He picked me up and laid me on the bed before climbing in beside me. 
Christina joined on my other side, and we took turns kissing.  Reggie
slipped his hand back under my panties, fingering me again as I made out
with Christina.  He pulled my bra strap down over my shoulder, and I freed
my arm, giving him access to my left tit.  Christina did the same on my
right, and they each licked and sucked my nipples as I rocked my hips
against his probing fingers as he slipped two and then three inside me.  My
orgasm hit so fast that I had barely felt it coming on, and I cried out
loudly.  When it passed, I realized I was sobbing, not from pain or
sadness, but from the emotional release of my first orgasm from another
human being in so long I had lost track.

   "Baby are you OK?" Christina asked.

   "God yes!  That was amazing.  I just need a second to get myself
together OK?"

   I lay there for a few minutes with my eyes closed, working to control my
breathing, and gradually regained my composure.  I looked over beside me,
seeing Reggie on his back as Christina knelt between his legs giving him a
blowjob.  For a while I watched them, entranced by the contrast of her pale
skin against his black shaft.  She took him with practiced skill,
alternately working him deep in her throat and stroking him with her lithe
hands.  I looked up at Reggie, and saw that he had been watching me with a
satisfied grin.

   "She looks beautiful doesn't she?" He asked, taking my hand, and holding
it as we watched her a little longer.  "Want to help her a little?" He
asked, moving my hand down to his midsection.

   I was too nervous to say anything, but my response was answer enough as
I rolled over on my knees to join Christina.  She looked up and met, giving
his cock one last lick before leaning in to kiss me.  I could taste
something new on her tongue, a faint hint of his juices, and wondered what
he would taste like in mouth.  I took him in my hand, he was rock hard and
slick in my grip, and stroked him while we kissed.  When at last our lips
parted, I turned my attention to Reggie.

   I kissed the head of his cock, and then started working my tongue around
the tip before taking him into my mouth.  His flesh felt hot on my tongue,
his flavor intense.  I tried to work as much of his length into my mouth as
possible.  It had been awhile since I had given anyone a blowjob, and I
knew I was not up to Christina's talents, but I took him as far as I could
before I felt myself start to gag a little.  I backed off and started
licking his shaft again.

   Christina began to whisper in my ear.  "You look so fucking hot with
that black cock in your mouth." She unsnapped my bra and tossed it off the
bed, then started playing with my tits.  "You're nipples are rock hard
Julia, do you like sucking his cock?"

   I moaned, "Umm huh." It was all I could say with his dick between my
lips.

   "I want to see him fuck you.  Are you ready?"

   "Mmmmm" I moaned.  It felt like small electric shocks as Christina's
fingers swept across my nipples.

   "It won't be the same after he fucks you Julia.  Nothing will."

   Reggie sat up and I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock.  He kissed
me and then gently laid me back on the bed, positioning himself between my
legs.  He lifted my legs from behind my knees, rocking my pelvis up and
spreading my legs wider.  I held them there, trembling with anticipation as
he pulled my panties to the side.  He pressed the tip of his cock against
my slick pussy, sliding it up and down my slit and spreading my wetness.  I
cried out every time he slid across my tender clit.

   And then he entered me.  Up until that moment, the night had seemed a
little like a dream and I would just wake up sweating in my bed.  Suddenly
the reality that I was a cheating wife with a black cock sliding inside my
pussy crashed down on me.  And I loved it.

   I was so wet there was no pain, just an amazing sense of fullness that
grew as he slowly pressed his length into me.

   "Oh my fucking god!" I cried out.  "Oh god, fuck me Reggie."

   And he did.  He slid his hands back under my knees, pulling me tight
onto him and lifting my ass off the bed.  He started thrusting in and out,
slowly at first as I stretched to accommodate him, then faster, our skin
slapping together loudly every time he entered me.  All I could do was dig
my nails in the sheets and scream with every stroke.  I was dimly aware of
Christina's hands and tongue on my body, but Reggie's cock commanded my
attention.

   I came again, bucking my hips against Reggie as waves of ecstasy shot
through my body.  My screams were now punctuated with deep gasps as I
struggled to catch my breath.  He kept fucking me until it passed, and I
went limp in his hands.

   "I think she needs a little break.  And I think you'd better fuck me
before I get jealous." Christina purred.

   Reggie pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.  Christina moved on top of
me and leaned down to kiss.  Her breasts pressed against mine as our lips
met.  Reggie must have entered her from behind, for she moaned suddenly and
began to rock back and forth as her tongue probed my mouth.  She started to
inch back on the bed, a little at a time, giving herself access to kiss my
neck, then my tits.  She took her time there, swirling her tongue across my
nipples as her breath deepened.  Then she started to move lower, kissing
down my belly to the lace of my garter belt.

   Reggie must have run out of space, for he climbed off the bed and pulled
Christina to the edge so he could fuck her while standing.  This left her
face just inches from my slit, and she looked up at me, trying to gauge my
response to what she clearly wanted to do.  Kissing and breast play was one
thing, but I had not anticipated the girl girl part of the evening going
this far.  I had no idea what to expect, much less what to say, so I simply
bit my lip and nodded yes.

   She simply smiled before kissing my labia through the lace of my
panties. She pushed them aside and parted my pussy with her thumbs, blowing
gently on my clit, teasing me.  I glanced up to see Reggie watching
intently as he fucked her from behind, occasionally pushing her warm lips
against me.  She slid a couple manicured fingers inside, causing me to cry
out a little, then began to lick me in earnest.  Her touch was a perfect
complement to the hard, intense sensation of Reggie's cock.  She must have
done this before, for she brought me to the brink of another orgasm,
finding all my sensitive spots with her tongue, lips, and fingers.  She
only stopped when she came, brought to climax by Reggie with her mouth
buried in my crotch.

   We caught our breath for a moment as Reggie, sweating from his
exertions, climbed back on the bed.  His ebony shaft was still rock hard,
glistening with Christina's wetness.  He lay on his back beside me, and I
wasted no time moving to straddle him.  He steadied me while I slipped him
inside, taking his length until I sat fully impaled on him.  Christina
moved behind me, cupping my breasts from behind as I started to ride up and
down his shaft.  Christina had brought me to the edge with her tongue, and
it only took a minute or so before I started to cum again.  My legs started
to give out, but before I could move off Reggie pulled me close to him.  He
fucked me furiously, rocking his pelvis up and down with rapid thrusts.  He
groaned loudly as he came, burying himself to the hilt.  I felt him twitch
five or six times inside me as he emptied himself deep inside me.

   When he finished I rolled off and lay on the bed trying to catch my
breath again.  Christina curled up across from me beside Reggie and
whispered "Happy Birthday" to him.  They kissed for a minute, and then the
three of us just laid there for a while in silence.

   For the first time in more than an hour I had a moment with my thoughts.
I had broken my wedding vows, taken by first black cock, and had a bisexual
encounter with my best friend.  It would take a couple months for me to
discover all the fallout from that night.  At that moment, I had a pretty
good idea that there was no going back to my sexless marriage as it had
been before, but uncertainty clouded the future.  There was some guilt of
course, one does not simply violate the rules of 10 years of marriage and
not have to deal with that.  Mostly though there was a feeling of sexual
fulfillment that I had never known before, and knew I would have to have
again.

   There could have been more that night.  I am pretty sure they both
wanted me to stay, but I was happy and didn't want to risk things getting
awkward if I stayed too late.  I slept alone in my bed that night, as I had
gotten so used to doing, but as I drifted off to sleep I somehow knew that
was all about to change.

   To be continued.

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