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 Swinging Surprise Part 4

   Intro: Hanna returns from Jamaica with another surprise for her husband,
and her plans for their future are revealed.

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   I sat there with my mouth agape, staring at the fresh tattoo above
Hanna's slit.  Her skin was still red; it must have been done on her last
day in Jamaica.  It was definitely real and not a temporary sticker.  Queen
of Spades.  I had been looking at enough interracial websites lately to
know what it meant.  Hanna's recent indulgence in black men was looking to
be more than a temporary phase.  The honking horn behind me made me jump. I
looked up to see the light already turning yellow again; we had sat through
the entire green.

   Hanna chuckled, pulling down her skirt.  "I think I'd better let you
concentrate on the road.  Don't worry, that's not going away."

   I glanced up in my mirror, noting the furious look on the face of the
man behind me.  At that point I couldn't give a shit, my mind was on my
wife's new tat.  What the hell had she been thinking?  When the light
turned green again I stomped on the accelerator a little too aggressively,
making the tires screech.

   "You know what it means don't you?" Hanna asked.

   "Yeah, I guess I do.  Queen of Spades."

   "Don't you like it?" Hanna replied, faking a pout.

   "I guess I never imagined seeing one on you."

   "But you've seen them on other women on the internet, haven't you?"

   I nodded.  My mouth had gone dry and I was hard as a rock thinking about
her new tattoo.  It was difficult concentrating on driving.

   "Lindsey got one too, we both went last night.  She had Tyreece take a
picture of the two of us together this morning before we left.  Hers is
going to be a little more visible if she wears anything more revealing than
a one piece next time she goes to the beach."

   She must have noticed my flustered and aroused state, for she finally
had mercy on me.  "I think I'd better wait until we get home to tell you
any more.  It looks like we'll get in a wreck if you get any more
distracted."

   The rest of the drive home was mercifully free of drama, though my heart
was still pounding thinking about her tattoo.  She had just returned from a
week with another man in Jamaica, but the tattoo was freaking me out.  I
guess I knew that it was a promise of things to come, rather than things
that had already been.

   I carried her bag into the bedroom so that she could unpack, and when I
turned she was standing next to me.  She wrapped her arms around me and
kissed me.

   "Thank you for this week." She said when our lips parted.  "It was
amazing, and you deserve a little something for being so understanding."

   She led me to the bed, then stripped off my clothes, and had stand by
the bed as she slipped off her clothes.  As she undressed, my eyes focused
again on her Queen of Spades.

   "I know you like it, I want you to be able to see it nice and close."

   She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread.  Her
intentions were clear, and I climbed onto the bed between her legs for a
closer look.  I traced the outline with my finger, noticing gooseflesh pop
up on her skin.  She arched her back a little thrusting her newly decorated
mons closer to my face.  I leaned in, kissing her around the tattoo,
tracing it again with my tongue this time.  I worked my way down to her
slit, and began to probe her wetness as her moans and gyrations
intensified.

   I took my time, alternately licking her and probing with my fingers so
that I could admire her art.  Her breathing became deeper and more labored.


   "How many times did Tyreece fuck you?" I asked, dying to hear details of
what I had been only imagining all week.

   "Seven times." She had to pause to get her breath, then went on, "With
Tyreece."

   I leaned in, flicking my tongue against her clit a few times, then went
on, "There were others?"

   "Umm hum" she answered, biting down on her lower lip as I resumed
licking her.  "Five...  Oh fuck keep doing that oh fuck...  One was
Alton..." she paused to catch her breath again, "...the night I made love
with Lindsey...  Oh my fucking god that's good...  and four guys we met
down there."

   "All black?"

   "Umm hum."

   "I want to know everything.  Not all at once, but I want to hear about
it all."

   Six different cocks had filled Hanna's cunt over the past week, and it
had never tasted better to me as I resumed my probing of her wetness.  She
cried out a few more times before she came, pulling my face into her as she
writhed below me.

   When she had finally caught her breath, she had me lay on my back
propped up on a couple pillows and then climbed over my raging cock.  It
had been awhile since we had fucked each other.  She slid me inside of her,
then sat down in my lap with my cock inside of her.

   "You said you know what this means, but I want you to know what it means
to me." She pointed down at her clearly visible Queen of Spades tattoo. 
"It means from now on I will only fuck black cock."

   She began to ride up and down on my shaft, and I could already feel
myself coming to the brink of orgasm.

   "You were so good about this week that I'm going to fuck you this last
time.  After you cum, from then on I only want you to touch me there with
your fingers and tongue, understand?  There are other ways I can take care
of you, if you behave."

   I nodded yes, having trouble concentrating on what she was saying as I
was trying to delay my orgasm as long as I could.  The thought that this
could be the last time I would get to fuck my wife only dimly registered in
my brain.

   "I think you won't have any problems.  How many times did you cum this
week thinking about me fucking Tyreece?"

   "A lot, that's all I could think about." "There's going to be more.  I
can't stop now and neither can you.  I want you to find my next lover for
me, someone to fuck me while you watch.  Will you do that for me baby? 
Find me a nice big black cock to fuck here in our bed?"

   That thought tipped me over, and I came, shaking with orgasm and covered
in sweat.  When I finished, Hanna climbed off and went to the bathroom to
towel off.  She returned with a wet washcloth for me, and sat down on the
edge of the bed.

   "I'm glad you enjoyed your last time.  It might seem weird at first,
Lindsey told me that it took a little while for Zach to adjust, but she
said you'll not want it any other way eventually."

   She stood and went back to the bathroom.

   "I need a shower and a nap, but later I'll tell you a little about what
happened this week." She said, closing the door behind her.

   I remained on the bed for a few minutes before getting dressed and
walking out to the living room.  While she napped I powered up my laptop,
looking through several interracial cuckold websites.  I had certainly
filled that role, but I told myself that she must be kidding about that
being the last time I would get to fuck her myself.  I remember thinking
that night that it must be some sort of game of hers, there's no way she
would seriously consider it.

   Later that week I heard stories of everything that had transpired in
Jamaica.  I slowly realized how much my wife had changed, and the gravity
of the situation sank in.  She was not kidding.



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