Relief flooded through me as I turned off the engine. It had been a
long drive and I had a few drinks. I went in to the house to join my
wife Nora.

She could not even wait for me to park, she rushed off to bed as
soon as we stopped outside the house. I got out of the car and lit a
cigarette, taking my time walking back to the house. The night air
felt good after the effort of navigating the car in my state. As I
smoked scenes form the party flashed back through the winey haze. It
had been a good one. One of those rare times when everyone lets go
and really enjoy themselves. I did, so did Nora. Neither one of us
was a great dancer yet we danced non stop for four hours. The joyous
mood was infectious, aided by plenty of wine and good food, it
permeated everything and everybody. And it wasn't just the dancing.
In the general happiness of the atmosphere there was a lot of mild
flirting. Nothing extraordinarily daring but in any other
circumstances it might have made people uptight. Tonight it just
added to the fun.

I recalled the woman in black. I zeroed in on her from the
beginning, when she walked in with her husband. Every item of
clothing was black, including black stockings. She had bright red
lipstick on her wide sensuous mouth. When she flashed me the first
smile on the dance floor I felt stirrings in my groin. She was in
her late thirties and the mature laugh wrinkles lent her smile an
air of mischief that was hard to ignore. But I had not been the only
one. Nora too had found the attentions of a some of good looking
guys interesting. I remembered seeing her dancing with one of them,
he acted as their leader, at the far end of the room. At one point
he leant and whispered into her ear and she broke out in laughter, I
wondered what he had said that was so funny. Whatever it was it was
it elicited a sexual kind of laughter from my wife, a kind of
laughter she would give in half embarrassment when something sexual
was inconveniently displayed or said.I knew that laughter well.

I pushed the front door gently closed. The house was in darkness,
Nora obviously was in bed and sleeping. I tiptoed through the
darkness to the bedroom. In the semi darkness I saw her sleeping
form under the sheets. I undressed quietly and slid in be side her.
I adjusted my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.

Her hand slid up along my thigh. Her long fingernails barely touched
me. I instantly got a hardon. I presumed that she was drunk and
sleepy, but my wife was not sleepy, she was horny. I turned towards
her. I touched her flank, let my palm feel the swell of her hip and
on to her thighs. She was still turned away from me but her hand was
active, touching me ever closer to my prick. For a while we felt
satisfied just to tease with light touches. Then she leaned her head
back and her mouth searched for mine. We kissed lustily, our open
mouths mauling. She moved fully against me, my stiff cock pressed
against her back. She let out a moan of pleasure and her hand
gripped my shaft.

"You had a good time tonight, she said as she moved her hand slowly
up and down my cock. "Yeah, it was a good party" I responded and
grabbed her by the hips, feeling the flare of her hips as they
opened out from her waist. I enjoyed the smoothness of her skin. I
licked along her neck behind her ear. She shivered, she always liked
that. She turned towards me. In the darkness her eyes were shiny,
almost silver. "I was hoping you would come to bed soon, I thought
you might be too drunk and fall asleep right away." In my haze I
thought it natural to ask a question. It was a decision that seemed
natural then, yet we rarely talked in bed, sex was intense but never
vocal with us. "When did you get so worked up: I asked while letting
my hand slide along her belly to her cunt. My fingers made contact
with her pubic hairs. "I've been horny most of the night" she
replied. It was a frank statement, yet unlike her to be so
forthright during sex. It shocked me a bit and yet it made me
hornier still, my cock twitched in her hand. "And how about you,
when did you get so stiff" She asked playfully.

"At the party just like you..." I replied and my fingers slid into
her burning hot cunt. She sighed and reflexively opened her thighs
to allow me more access.I felt the outer lips of her cunt, they were
open and hot, I probed further in to the center of her, she was wet
and open. "It was a hell of a party, I even danced" I said. "The
lady in black enticed you to dance....she seemed the enticing
type..." she said, her hand never stopping the slow pumping on my
cock.I responded with another twitch and my fingers slid along the
length of her crack, up and down slowly, reflecting her slow massage
of me.

"Did she turn you on?" She asked  and before I thought too much
about it I responded with a muffled yes. "Did you think about
....you know...." "For a while I did yes." I replied, and I
perceived a new mood arising, it was interesting to talk in bed. We
had never done it, but now the drink and the slowness the
proceedings were giving me ideas. "You were surrounded by admirers
too, I noticed you dancing up a storm over the far side of the room.
I inserted two fingers in her cunt and moved them in and out slowly.
"Yeah, actually it was  only one, the guy in the black shirt" she
said whispering and moving her hips forward to meet my penetrating
fingers. I wondered if she was thinking of him now, imagining that
my fingers were his prick. The thought was so shocking  yet so
uncontrollably exciting. I moved closer to her, felt her body with
mine. We kissed deeply.

"Did you think about making it with him?" I asked surprising myself
wit my daring. She nodded vigorously. I moved my mouth to her ear
and whispered: "Did you think about his cock?" it was the first time
either one of us had used fuck terms in bed. But the drink, the
reckless mood we were in helped in making the decision to use them
now. I was afraid for a second that she might be turned off, that
the mood would evaporate. It did not. She moaned and brought a hand
up to her face, she bit into her fingers as she strained more
against me. It was getting to her and her response excited me even
more. I pushed on with my fingers and my verbal teasing.

"Did he push his cock against you when you were dancing, that why
you are so worked up?" I teased her. She surprised me by nodding and
moaning her pleasure. She coiled like a snake. And then she stopped
to catch her breath. "He looked really turned on when you were
dancing, did you tease him?" I asked her, careful to keep my voice
low, barely a whisper, a conspiratorial sharing of information
mandated low whispering. "He pressed his prick against me....and...I
decided to press back, I felt it harden against my belly and it made
me horny, I felt my cunt open and go wet....and then he started
asking me for a date, trying to pass his phone number to me, it was
all so sexy and naughty .." She turned to kiss me and her hand
pumped more strongly on my prick. "You jealous big man?" she asked
as she pumped, she handled my cock as if it were from it rather than
my mouth she would get her reply. In a way it was, my shudders must
have communicated my excitement and therefore my liking for what she
was saying.

But above all the feeling, for the first time ever that I could open
up and talk dirty about my fantasies and question her about hers was
the biggest ever turn on. And yes I was jealous of her getting horny
with someone else, I was also excited for now I could openly admit
the many times I had imagined her fucking someone else and felt
horny about it. "Jealous and horny about it, about you fucking with
him." "Do you like the idea of him fucking me?" she whispered into
my ear, she was teasing me now. I liked it. "Yeah" was the only
thing I could say as her hand sought me out and learned the real
truth.

"Have you thought about this before?" she asked curiously? "Yes,
many times, I admitted and pulled her closer to me, I covered her
mouth and face with kisses, she responded fiercely. "I like this,
Its turning me on talking like this" she commented. I agreed with
her, it turned me on too, I wanted it to go on forever. So did she
for she started to probe me. "What do you fantasize about?" she
asked. I took a deep breath and told.

"I fantasize you fucking with someone else, I imagine being real
close and watching his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, I
imagine you sucking him, I see all kinds of detail and always you
with someone else, sometimes with a woman, mostly with a man or two
men." I went on to detail my fantasies to her, letting out all that
i had ever imagined and wished for. I don't know how long I talked
for but her attention was riveted to my words. At some point of
detail she would let out a moan or a sigh showing me that it was
especially exciting to her, like the part I had said I had imagined
driving while she was in the back seat getting fucked . I was amazed
at her response, I never expected her to react so positively to my
fantasies.

It was my turn to ask her about her sexual dreams. "I don't see
details like you do, I get this feeling associated with a situation,
I like the feel of a kinky situation, like you driving while the man
fucks me in the back seat,it is so naughty, so forbidden and risky
that it turns me on. I imagine fucking a black man......

When she said that my prick gave strong series of jerks in her hand.
I felt her fingers tighten around me, responding to my spasms. "You
like that don;t you " she asked teasing me with a long up and down
motion on my cock. "Yes I like you getting fucked by a black man,
his black prick sinking into you while I watch..." I said to her.

"Strange how our fantasies match there, someone lithe and smooth
with a huge prick, opening up to receive him, licking his prick..."
while she talked I slid down the bed and sought her cunt with my
mouth. I licked along her cunt many times. I let my tongue slide
down to her ass, the new incursion thrilled her and she muffled a
scream, she spread her thighs to give me better access. I obliged
and used my tongue on her from her ass to her navel, I licked every
hair on her cunt, I sucked on her till she came. And while I worked
at her she continued to talk and describe her fantasy of being taken
by the black man, the lithe black man with the wiry muscles and the
huge cock. In my mind I saw the scene, her opening up and his black
penis sliding into her cunt, slowly and inexorably until it buried
itself to he hilt. A big prick that pushed her cunt lips aside, I
imagined him bucking into her, I saw her face contorted in ecstasy
as she came . I imagined it all yet it was almost as if I could see
it right in front of me, my wife getting fucked by a black stud.

I moved off her cunt and trailed my mouth up to hers. she eagerly
licked her cunt juice from my lips. My prick found its way into her
burning cunt. I slid in smoothly. She was hot and wet and as I
closed in on her she came again. I continued to fuck her slowly
while she clung to me with arms and legs, squeezing me in a vice of
her flesh. She came again and again until I could no longer hold
back and we both exploded into a raging orgasm that left us panting
exhausted. We could not even speak and drifted off to sleep.