My Wife's Big Three O

As I flipped through a local paper looking for used computer equipment, an
ad caught my eye. 

Its cryptic message read "Men: Ult fnt gft 4 wf/gf. 3 blk mls w27" gty sat.
Call 3F at 555-3455."

"Hmmm, I'll bet Sara'd like that," I chuckled when I'd deciphered the
shorthand. Over the previous few months whenever my wife and I talked about
our sexual fantasies, hers had two recurring themes: multiple partners and
black cock. She seemed to have developed a fixation about both. 

"I'll have to remember to show her the ad next time we're 'in the mood,'" I
thought as I tore it out of the paper and hid it in my desk drawer. Then I
went on to the next section where I found a listing for a good deal on a
printer, and I quickly forgot all about the erotic ad.

A few weeks later I was racking my brain to come up with a birthday gift
for my wife's thirtieth. This was a real biggy for her and she'd been in a
blue funk for weeks. I wanted to find something to help her realize that
life still held some fun possibilities. She had really convinced herself
that she would instantly lose her attractiveness at the stroke of midnight
on March 24, her birthday.

For example, one morning as Sara was dressing for work, she looked at
herself in the mirror and announced "I'm going to have to do some major
shopping soon."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, nearly all of my clothes are for women in their twenties. For
instance, I can't wear this outfit anymore when I turn three O."

"And why not?" I asked. Sara was wearing a pretty white blouse and a
pleated green skirt that ended a few inches about her knees. It happened to
be one of my favorites.

"Older women don't wear things this short," she retorted as though she
couldn't believe I didn't understand.

It didn't appease her at all when I said that I knew she'd look as great in
that skirt when she was thirty or probably even forty as she looked in it
when she was still twenty-nine.

"Clint, you'd love it if I wore a skirt that didn't even cover my tush,"
she said. "Sometimes I wonder if you wouldn't have been happier if you'd
married a tramp."

"Ouch!" I wailed. "I don't think that was a very fair remark at all. I
think you have very nice legs and it would be a shame to hide them under a
long skirt, that's all...and I don't think that your legs are going to get
ugly next month just because you turn thirty."

"Clint, I forbid you to say that word around me again."

"OK," I agreed. "I'll not mention your age if you promise not to start
dressing like an old woman which, believe me, you're not."

I guess Sara must have accepted my counsel because she didn't say anything
more about changing her wardrobe. In fact the whole birthday ordeal wasn't
mentioned again until a few nights later when we were making love. As we
often did, we began to fantasize together. The imaginary scenario quickly
shifted to one where Sara was being fucked by a black man.

"His cock is huge," Sara said as she really got into it while I fucked her
doggy style. "I feel fuller than I've ever been before."

Suddenly I remembered the ad. I was about to say something to her about it,
when I had an idea. "Why not?" I mumbled.

"What was that, sweetheart?" my wife asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about your fantasy," I replied truthfully. The
combination of our fucking, her fantasy and my plan put us both over the
top and we collapsed on the bed.

"You really like that fantasy, don't you?" I said when we caught our
breath. 

"Yes," she replied. "Does that bother you?"

"No, not when it turns you on like it does. Would you ever do such a
thing?" I continued.

"Of course not!" she retorted. "I'm married you know, and besides I'm
getting too old for that."

"Yes, I know you're married," I shot back. "But I'm really getting tired of
your putting yourself down about your age. Anyhow, if you had the chance is
that something you think you'd really like to try?"

"I don't know," she replied hesitantly. "Don't ever repeat this, but Mary
Ann did it with a black guy last year and she said he was absolutely
fantastic. In fact she's done it with him several times since."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Mary Ann Connors was one of Sara's best friends
and someone I never would have guessed would ever play around on her
husband. "I sure hope for her sake Danny doesn't ever find out," I
remarked.

"Oh, he knows all about it. In fact, and this is the really strange part,
he set it up," Sara continued.

"I'll be damned. I wonder why he did that?"

"It was a special tenth anniversary gift," Mary Ann said.

"I'll bet she just told you that to see how you'd react," I said. "It sure
doesn't sound like the Mary Ann and Danny that I know.

"That's exactly what I said to her when she told me," Sara countered, "and
you know what she did?"

"No. What?"

"She reached in her purse and pulled out two pictures. One was a closeup of
her with the head of the guy's log in her mouth. The other was of her
sucking Danny while the guy boinked her doggy style."

"Amazing. Absolutely amazing," I mumbled to myself. "I'd sure like to see
those pictures."

"As proud as Mary Ann is of it, she just might show them to you. If you're
really interested I'll ask her Monday."

"Is she the one that gave you the idea for your fantasy?" I asked.

"Yes, I guess so. I must say I really hadn't thought about that
particularly before, but I've thought about more than one guy lots of
times," my wife revealed.

That cinched it. The next day I retrieved the ad from where I'd hidden it
in my desk and dialed the number.

"3F Catering," said the male voice answering the phone.

I nearly chickened out at this point. I hesitated long enough that the guy
hung up on me. I had to call again. This time I spoke.

"Yes," I said. "I saw you ad in 'The Westsider.' I would like to get more
information."

"I see," he replied. "You married?"

"Yes."

"Is this for your wife then?" he asked.

"Yes. It's for her birthday...her thirtieth actually."

"Oh, OK. That seems to be one of the most popular occasions for us," he
explained.

"Wonder why," I said.

"I'd guess it's because the wife gets sort of worried about herself. We are
a way to boost her confidence...I guess, maybe. Anyhow, I assume you
understand the nature of our services then?"

"Ye..yes, I think so," I said tentatively as I realized the significance of
his question. This wasn't something I could take back if she didn't like
it.

"When is the big day...or actually, when would you like our services?" the
guy queried.

"Three weeks from Saturday...the twenty-fourth," I responded.

"Let me check our schedule. We've been getting a lot of requests lately.
That ad was really good for business," he added.

"Some business," I mumbled as I laughed.

"Actually, it is a business...a business with some fabulous benefits," he
laughingly replied. "Anyhow, you're in luck. We're free that night."

"Great," I said as I felt a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. "How do
we get this set up then?" I asked.

"Well, you and I need to get together...you know...face to face. We don't
make the arrangements over the phone anymore. We used to but we had some
problems with pranksters. It wasn't very funny knocking on some somebody's
door when they weren't expecting us. Damn near got shot once," he
explained.

"I understand," I replied. "That shouldn't be a problem. How and when would
you like to do that?"

"Do you work downtown?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good. How about getting together for a cup of coffee this afternoon?"

"OK," I said realizing my scheme was rapidly losing it's status as a
fantasy. "Where and when?"

"How would three o'clock at Mattson's work?" he asked.

"Sounds fine to me."

"Great. I'll be wearing a red and black striped shirt," he said, "and, by
the way, my name's Marty."

"OK, Marty. I'm Clint. I'll look for you there."

As I hung up the phone I realized I had a hard on. This was going to be a
big step for Sara and me. A very big step.

That afternoon Marty was waiting in a booth when I walked into the coffee
shop. I walked over to him and as I approached, he stood and extended his
hand.

"Clint?" he said.

"Yes. Hi Marty," I said nervously. As we shook hands I pondered the fact
that if our plans this afternoon worked out, this good looking fortyish
black guy would get to fuck my wife. I felt a weird sensation in the pit of
my stomach. I guess my apprehension showed.

"So Clint, I take it this is your first time doing something like this," he
said.

"Right," I confirmed.

"For your wife too?" he asked.

"Yes. Why? Is it that obvious?"

"Oh, you look a little nervous is all," Marty disclosed, "but don't worry.
That's pretty common. This is not the sort of thing many couples do,
although I dare say it's becoming a lot more popular in the last five
years."

"Really? Why do you suppose that is?" I asked.

"Haven't any idea, really," he replied, "but I'm sure not going to complain
about it."

"No, I can imagine not," I said with a grin. "Do you do this sort of thing
often, if I may ask?"

"Couple times a week," he replied. "Sometimes a little more, but we try not
to overdo it. It would ruin our reputation if any of us couldn't perform."

"Ya, I guess. So tell me how this works," I pressed.

"Well, first of all you have to decide how many of us you want. You can
have two or three. We don't do singles anymore. We used to but one husband
changed his mind just when Jimmy was slipping his dick into the Mrs. Things
got pretty ugly and tense for awhile. The guy threatened to shoot him which
is pretty ungrateful as far as I'm concerned. After all the woman wasn't a
spring chicken...she must have been at least fifty. She sure can fuck
though."

"How do you know that if Jimmy got run off?"

"Oh, Jimmy and I decided to get even with the guy. We went back to the
house a couple of days later when the guy was at work. The woman had really
been upset about what happened and when Jimmy showed up, she let us in. We
both fucked her."

"Wow! Did you get in any trouble?"

"Hell no. In fact, it turned out really good for us. She was so excited
about it that she told the girls in her bridge group. Now we do all of them
every couple of months. They're all the same age or maybe a little older.
Those four women go home with a big smile on their faces, believe me."

"That's incredible," I said shaking my head. "So what's the deal if I want
all three of you?"

"Well, first I should mention that we have what we think is a unique
gimmick."

Marty explained the groups usual routine. It sounded like fun and I knew it
would surprise Sara. I agreed to it and gave him a check for three hundred
dollars, which was their fee. They would be at the house at seven thirty on
the twenty-fourth. Marty and I shook hands and I went back to the office.

I have never had such a hard time keeping a secret from Sara. It was
particularly difficult one night when she came home and handed me an envelope.

"Mary Ann said it was OK to show you this," my wife explained as opened it
to find a picture of Mary Ann with a black dick in her cunt and her
husband's in her mouth.. "She keeps telling me I really ought to try it
myself."

I probably would have spilled the beans, but I was distracted by the great
view of my wife's good looking co-worker's cunt. The shot was posed
perfectly from the rear so that Mary Ann's pussy lips were visible with
just the tip of her black lover's huge tool slipped inside. Her body was
bent around so that we could also clearly see Danny's normal sized cock
stuck far down Mary Ann's throat. 

"Great picture," I observed, "but Mary Ann really looks slutty. Would you
ever seriously think about acting like that?"

"Yeah...but it's not going to happen so don't get too worried about it," my
wife responded.

"That's what you think," I said to myself. "Mary Ann will be so jealous
when she finds out you've had three cocks like that."

Saturday...the big Saturday, March 24, finally came. I had purchased a new
outfit for Sara so she'd have a present to open and not be suspicious. The
outfit was pretty sexy. It was a dress which was almost completely
transparent. It was really meant to be worn over a camisole and slip which
came with it, but I kept those to give to her later. With it I gave her an
equally sexy and revealing panty and bra set. When she asked about going
out for dinner, I told her that I'd arranged for a very romantic private
dinner just for the occasion. I told her that I wanted her to wear the new
outfit for our dinner. When she put it on that evening, she looked in the
mirror at herself and sighed.

"Clint, you really outdid yourself this time," she said. "I sure hope no
one just happens to stop by tonight. That would be really embarrassing." 

"Well, I think the outfit looks fantastic," I said as I looked my sexy wife
over. In the right light the shadow of her beaver could be seen through the
sheer fabric of her dress and panties. "Marty and his buddies will love
this," I thought to myself. It was now less than an hour until they
arrived. I fixed us both a drink and waited.

At precisely seven thirty the doorbell rang. Sara was startled and started
to get up to go hide upstairs.

"Oh, don't worry," I assured her. "That's just the caterer with our
dinner." I went to the door to let the men in.

"Hi Marty," I said quietly as I opened the door. "My wife is in the other
room so you need to be as quiet as possible until you're ready to start.
OK?"

"Sure thing Clint," Marty agreed. "I'd like for you to meet my nephews
Jimmy and Bob," he continued as he directed my attention to his companions.
All three of the men were dressed in formal waiter wear with white shirt,
black vest and pants and black bow tie. They all looked pretty authentic.
Bob and Jimmy were both very athletic looking young men...probably early
twenties. "Sara will be very impressed with my choice," I gloated. I caught
myself stealing glimpses of the men's crotches as I speculated about their
sizes.

Marty, Jimmy and Bob quickly set up their stuff in the kitchen. They had
brought some chilled champagne and some finger food which were shaped into
various erotic designs such as penises...mostly hard ones, pussies,
breasts, etc., or on which sexy things had been written. As they three of
them waited on us, they would remove an article of clothing each time they
came into the dining room where Sara and I would be seated.

"We're ready, Clint," Marty announced. "Are you and Sara ready?"

"I sure am," I replied. "I'll get Sara and bring her into the dining room.

"Sweetheart, dinner is here. Let's eat before it gets cold," I announced as
I rejoined her. I was very excited and hard by this time and my wife
noticed.

"Clint, what's gotten you all worked up like that?" she asked as she looked
down at my erection.

"It's that dress you're wearing," I said being at least partially truthful.
"I really like it."

"Gee, if it has that sort of effect on you then I guess I'm glad I'm
wearing it even though I feel like I'm practically naked," my wife replied.

I guided Sara to the side of the dining room table which faced away from
the kitchen and I sat down across from her where I could see everything
including the kitchen. I couldn't wait to see the surprised look in her
eyes when she saw our waiters. Sara looked at me quizzically when I sat
down instead of going to get the food.

"What about dinner?" she asked. "Aren't you getting it?"

"Sweetheart," I began with a lump in my throat, "I have a special gift for
you tonight." With that I gently tapped my water glass.

Marty entered the room with the ice bucket. Jimmy carried in the champagne
and Bob brought the glasses. Sara looked up just as they came to her side.
Her jaw dropped when she saw the men. I reached for the Polaroid I'd hidden
on the buffet and snapped the first of many photos of that night.

"Surprise!" I said. "Sweetheart, I'd like you to meet Marty, Jimmy and Bob.
They are here tonight to serve you dinner."

"Oh Clint," my wife exclaimed. "You didn't!"

I was afraid that Sara might be self-conscious about her immodest outfit
when she saw the men, but she forgot all about it.

"Sara, this will be a birthday you'll never want to forget. Now let's have
a glass of champagne for a toast."

The champagne was quickly served by three men who all were captivated by my
wife. They studied her carefully as they each did their part. From where I
sat I knew they could see Sara's nipples clearly through her gauzy dress
and bra.

I lifted my glass and said "To my wife on a very special day. May she
continue to get more beautiful and sexy with each passing year and may she
always remember tonight as her fantasies fulfilled." 

Sara lifted her glass to mine as the three men chanted "Here, here!"

"Clint, darling," Sara whispered to me when the men had gone back to the
kitchen, "does this mean what I think it means?"

"Sweetheart, it means that Monday morning Mary Ann is going to be very
jealous. And you'll even have pictures to prove it too."

"Oh my gawd," she gasped. "I don't believe you're doing this." Just then
the threesome reentered the room with two small plates of food. They had
removed their vests. My wife's fantasy celebration had begun.

Sara looked at the sandwiches and fruit on her plate and when she noticed
the cock and pussy shapes, she giggled.

"They're so cute," she said. "I almost don't want to eat them."

"There's lots more to come," Marty replied, and we won't bring the next
selection until you've eaten some of these."

This prompted Sara to quickly pick up a cock shaped piece of melon and
stick it in her mouth. She pretended to suck on it briefly before she bit
it in two."

"Oh, Sara, I sure hope you don't do that to me," Marty said with a laugh.
Sara gasped when she thought about what he meant. 

By this time my cock was already hard as a rock, but I felt it twitch at my
wife's suggestive act and Marty's remark. Sara was getting into this even
more quickly than I'd dared hope.

The next selection, delivered by the men now dressed only in pants and bow
ties, was of crackers on which explicit erotic messages had been written.
When I looked at my plate I noticed that mine had been carefully chosen
just for me. Sara didn't even notice hers for a moment. She was too busy
studying the perfect physiques of the three. 

The messages on my plate said such things as "Your wife is a hot cunt,"
"Watch us fuck Sara," "Sara wants to suck our cocks," and "We're all going
to fuck your wife."

"Read me what your messages say," I prompted when Sara finally looked down
at her plate.

"Oohhh, I don't know if I can," she said. She even started to blush.
"They're pretty sexy."

"Sara, would you like for me to read them for you?" Marty asked. 

"Yes, Marty, you read them," I suggested.

"Alright. They say 'Sara, suck our cocks,' 'Sara, your hot pussy is getting
wet,' 'Sara, your husband will be watching us fuck you,' 'Sara, your cunt
will be full of our cum.'" I saw Sara shudder slightly when she heard Marty
repeat those explicit words.

"Sara, is your pussy wet yet?" Marty asked my wife. "Are you nearly ready to
get fucked?"

Sara didn't speak at first, but nodded her head hesitantly. Then when Marty
repeated his questions, she murmured "Yes."

"Before we bring out dessert, I'd like to help you get ready for it by
removing your dress. Is that alright, Sara?"

Sara silently stood up and Marty moved behind her to unzip the back. Then
he slipped the dress over her shoulders. Sara let it fall from her breasts.
Marty reached down and gently pulled the dress over her hips and dropped it
to the floor. My wife was now standing in nothing but her sheer light blue
bra and panties and matching light blue thigh high stockings. She made no
effort at all to hide her near-nakedness. As Marty stood up he ran his
hands up her thighs and lightly touched her panty-covered pussy. He
continued up and caressed her breasts as well. Sara stood hypnotized by his
touch. I got some great shots of Marty's black hands against the intimate
parts of my wife's white body.

When I saw Marty's hands rub my wife's pussy through her panties, I nearly
came. I was beginning to understand how Danny felt about Mary Ann and her
lover.

The men again retreated into the kitchen and Sara slowly sat down. She
seemed to be in a trance.

"I have never seen you look so incredibly sexy," I said softly to Sara as
we made eye contact. "Are you having a good time?"

"Yes," she whispered, "it's like a dream. I hope you don't mind my being
like this."

The dessert course served by 3F was even more spectacular and explicit than
the previous courses. The men each came out holding a small plate
strategically held at crotch level. On each plate was a small cake. A few
inches above each cake was the flame of a burning candle. This looked
ordinary enough until close examination revealed that the men's hard cocks
were stuck up through the cakes and the candles were inserted into the
openings in their tips.

Sara noticed the unique candles at the same time I did and began to giggle
uncontrollably. I got some great pictures of the look on her face as she
surveyed the feast that surrounded her. "Sara, it's time to blow your
candles," Marty said, "and don't wait too long. We don't want to get
burned."

I watched with butterflies in my stomach as my wife reached for Bob's cock
first since he was closest. She blew out the candle and gently removed it
from it's unique perch. As I snapped pictures she leaned forward and licked
the tip of Bob's cock. Soon she had his bulbous head in her mouth and she
began to bounce up and down on it. She was oblivious to the fact that she
was getting frosting and cake all over her face. My wife worked on Bob for
a couple of minutes before pulling away and grabbing the cake plate. She
jerked it off its erect perch and tossed it onto the table, and eagerly
resumed her attack on candle number one. Finally Marty had to interrupt.

"Sara, don't forget there are two more candles here and the flames are
getting uncomfortably close," he said urgently.

Sara quickly turned around and blew out the other two candles. She also
yanked the other two cake plates off and tossed them onto the table before
she began to work on Jimmy's candle. Bob moved behind Sara and unfastened
the back of her bra. Sara moved her arms so that her bra fell to the floor.

"I think it's time to move into the other room where we have more room," I
suggested. 

Sara reluctantly let Jimmy's cock slip from her mouth as the four of them
went into the living room. Sara knew what was coming next and she removed
her panties before kneeling in front of Jimmy to resume her oral massage.
My wife was now completely exposed to these three strangers who were being
very intimate with her.

Bob laid down on the floor beside Sara and pulled her to him. As I watched
my wife willingly moved up over Bob's nude body. She never stopped sucking
on Jimmy's cock as Bob guided her ass over his erect pole. This was the
first time I'd gotten a good look at Bob's equipment, and it was indeed
huge. I wondered if it would all fit in my wife's tight cunt...and I
couldn't wait to find out. 

From where I sat on the floor a few feet away I had the perfect vantage
point for seeing my wife's cunt and Bob's cock as they moved toward each
other. Soon she was over him and Bob guided his cockhead head up and down
her slit. I could see that she was already dripping wet. Then slowly he
pulled her down until the head of his cock had disappeared inside. I nearly
came from the excitement of seeing my wife's cunt being invaded by the
first strange cock she'd experienced since our marriage. Slowly Bob pulled
down on Sara's hips until his monster had nearly disappeared inside her.
The contrast of his dark pole against my wife's light brown pussy hair and
the pink of her slit was incredible...absolutely incredible. At that moment
I knew exactly why Danny Connors let Mary Ann do this. Watching my wife
take one man's cock in her mouth and another in her cunt was the biggest
turn on I'd ever experienced.

I had expected the fucking action to begin gently and slowly once Bob was
in place, but suddenly without warning Sara became a fucking maniac. She
began to pump her hips up and down and from side to side as if she was
intent on ripping Bob's giant prick out by its roots. She also became
uncharacteristically vocal.

"Fuck me Bob! Fuck me!" she kept shrieking. "Ram that cock into me. Fill my
cunt!"

I had never heard my wife respond so graphically. I wished I had a way to
make a verbal record to go with my pictures. I decided right then to buy a
video camera if...or, I hoped, when...we did this again. 

The combination of the size of the tool she was riding and the fact that
she was on top with her clit rubbing against the base of Bob's cock brought
my wife to a quick climax. She yelled her delight loudly enough that I knew
our neighbors heard her. I couldn't believe how outrageously my wife was
acting...but I wasn't about to complain. I had to fight hard to keep from
cumming myself. Bob tried to hold back too but soon after Sara resumed her
frantic hip movement, I saw his hips jerk into the air and remain locked
there. He was pumping a load of cum into my wife's cunt...the first of many
she would receive that night.

Bob finally collapsed and Sara collapsed on top of him, but only
momentarily. Again my vantage point gave me and my camera a great view of Bob's now soft
cock as it slipped out of the cavern that had sucked out it's load. Some of
that load dripped out when his cockhead finally emerged. Sara's vagina was
so enlarged by Bob's cock that it remained open and I could see that it was
filled with glistening fluids.

After only a few moments respite, Sara got up on her hands and knees and
ordered Jimmy around to take Bob's place. As he got into position she
directed Marty onto his knees in front of her so she could finally work on
his candle. Within moments I was treated to the sight of my wife rocking
back and forth being impaled first on one large black cock in her cunt and
then another in her throat. As Jimmy's cock drove into her I could see more
of Bob's cum oozing out around it. 

"I'll bet Mary Ann will turn green when she sees these pictures," I mumbled
to myself as I reloaded my camera. "I hope Sara will let Mary Ann show them
to Danny too." The idea of Sara being with other men and being seen in such
acts of debauchery was far more exciting than any fantasy I'd ever had
before.

Jimmy lasted a little longer than Bob, but in a few minutes he too pumped a
load of hot cum into my wife's love canal. Marty wasted no time in taking
his place and I watched closely as his huge black cock...it was the largest
of the three...slipped into Sara's cunt. As it filled her cavity it forced
out some of the two loads of cum that were already there. The depraved
sight brought me to the brink of orgasm and I moved quickly around in front
of my wife planning to cum in her mouth. Unfortunately I was already too
far gone and just as she looked up and saw me there, I exploded. My hot
load blasted against her face. She closed her eyes just in time to keep
from getting them splattered with hot salty fluid.

I slumped back in a daze for a minute or two after my powerful orgasm, but
when I opened my eyes I was revived by the bizarre sight of my wife with
cum splattered all over her face and a complete stranger ramming his cock
into her from behind. I instinctively reached for my camera and started
taking more pictures. I knew we'd both want to relive these moments many
times in the future.

Just before ten o'clock that night, Marty completed the final round of sex
by cumming a second time in my wife's pussy. This round Sara had sat on top
of the men and ridden their hard tools like she was riding a bucking rodeo
pony. For nearly forty minutes straight her body had been a blur as she
bounced and rocked herself and the guys to orgasm. I was amazed at her
stamina. Suddenly after Marty came, she collapsed in a heap on the floor. I
tried to revive her hoping to finally take my turn, but she resisted my
advances.

"I'm sorry honey," she mumbled, "but I just can't do it anymore. Maybe
later. OK? I'm just all fucked out right now."

I was momentarily disappointed, but when I looked over my wife's well-used
body I noticed that my cum had now begun to dry out on her face and her
beaver was a gooey mess of partially dried semen as well. Her still swollen
pussy lips glistened as remnants of six loads of cum slowly oozed from
within. Again I reached for the camera.

"Now there's a picture of a sexually satisfied woman," I said to the men
who were still sitting around catching their breath. "I'll bet her friend
Mary Ann won't believe this even when she sees the pictures," I continued
as I snapped shots of my wife's prone body from several angles. "She and
her husband are really going to be jealous."

"What's that?" Marty asked. "Who's this Mary Ann?"

"Oh, she's a friend of Sara's," I replied, "a gal she works with actually.
Mary Ann is the woman who gave my wife the idea about fucking black guys. I
guess she and her husband have done it a few times."

"No shit! See, I told you it was getting to be pretty popular," Marty
replied. "I wonder if she's someone we've done."

"I don't think so," I answered. "At least none of you were in the picture I
saw and I don't think she's ever done more than one...at a time, that is."

"Well, hey, if she ever wants to change that, let us know," Bob said
entering the conversation. "I don't think I could do her much good right
now, but by tomorrow morning I'll be ready for more action. How about you
Jim?"

"Hell, you know me. I'm always ready," Jimmy boasted. I glanced down at his
crotch and saw confirmation of his claim. His nine inch cock was nearly
fully erect again.

"I'll tell Sara to pass along your number if Mary Ann shows any interest,"
I said casually. I chuckled when I suddenly realized the bizarre character
of our conversation. 

"What's so funny?" Marty asked.

"Doesn't it strike you as humorous that here I am, a man who's just watched
his wife get royally fucked by three very well hung strangers, and I have
the audacity to think that another married woman might want to do the same
thing. That's weird...so weird it's funny."

"I'm glad you have a sense of humor about it," Marty said philosophically,
"and I hope you feel the same way when your wife tells you she wants to do
it again."

"Well, we're not sure about that yet," I retorted. "I just hope she doesn't
come down with a big case of guilt," I continued as I thought of how Sara
might feel tomorrow morning. 

"Clint, from my past experience with dozens of couples who've tried this, I
can assure you that your wife will want to do this again...and again and
again. Black cock is a habit that white pussies find very hard to break.
Any problems we've seen have been from husbands who get up tight about it.
I hope that tomorrow morning you think your money was well spent. I'd be
willing to bet you the three hundred dollars that your wife will always be
grateful."

"Hmmm, maybe so," I mused. So far I knew I felt nothing but horny about my
wife's unorthodox gift. 

I would like to have discussed the issue further with the men, but Marty
looked at his watch and then reached for his clothes. 

"Come on you guys," he barked. "We've got to get home and get some rest. I
hope you both remember that tomorrow's Mrs. Westerhoff's bridge party and
you know how demanding she and her friends can be.

"I sure didn't forget," Jimmy replied as he also started go get dressed. "I
just hope you both remember that it's my turn to nail Mrs. Jordan. I've
never gotten into her pants before," he continued as he headed into the
kitchen to gather up their stuff.

While Sara's black lovers prepared to leave, I picked up my sleeping wife
and carried her upstairs to bed. I got a wash cloth and towel from the
bathroom planning to wipe off some of the evidence of Sara's infidelity. I
wanted to ease the feelings of guilt I was sure she would have the next
morning. As soon as I touched her face she opened her eyes and smiled
weakly. 

"I'll bet I'm a real sight," she mumbled. "I've been a very naughty wife
tonight. I hope you're not upset with me," she add plaintively.

"No, I'm not upset at all. In fact I've never seen anything so erotic in my
life," I replied honestly. "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was wonderful, Clint, darling. Thank you for being such a sweetheart.
That was a fabulous birthday present," Sara whispered as she dozed off
again. I decided to just let her sleep and bent over and kissed her before
going downstairs to say 'thanks' to Marty, Bob and Jimmy.

The three men were walking toward the front door as I reached the bottom of
the stairs. Thinking I ought to give them a tip, I retrieved a fifty dollar
bill from my wallet.

"Sara and I had a wonderful time," I said as I offered it to Marty.

"Oh, don't be silly, Clint," he replied as he pushed my hand away. "We
couldn't take that after the fun we had tonight. Your wife is an incredibly
sexy woman. We'd all be happy to fuck her anytime she and you would like.
We'd love to do her friend too if she and her husband are interested. In
fact, it might be fun to have a real party with all four of you sometime.
Here's our card if you want to get hold of us again."

I glanced at the card which read "Fantasy Food & Fun. Call Marty at 3F
Catering for an unforgettable special occasion. Satisfaction guaranteed."
Then it gave their phone number.

"So that's what 3F stands for," I said with a grin.

"No, actually it stands for "Fantasy Food and Fuck," Marty replied, "but if
we put that on the card, no one would keep it on their refrigerator, would
they?"

"Good point," I chuckled. "Well, I'll put this one on ours, and I'm sure
you'll be hearing from us again soon."

I shook hands with the three black men who had just fulfilled my wife's
fantasy, and we all said goodnight.  As they headed home, I went to the den
and poured myself a stiff drink. I knew that if I was going to get any
sleep that night I needed somehow to clear my head. It was filled with
visions of large black cocks ramming into my wife's hot cunt and of the
several loads of cum that dripped from her as I carried her up to bed. 

Suddenly as I recounted the evening's events in my head, I remembered
Marty's mention of Mrs. Westerhoff's bridge party the next day.

"Mrs. Westerhoff," I thought to myself, "I wonder if that's the boss'
wife. It's not a very common name and I'm pretty sure she does play
bridge." I tried to imagine this straitlaced but attractive fifty-something
woman sucking a big black cock. I just couldn't get my mind to create the
picture. "That really would be too weird," I decided as I put down my glass
and headed up to bed.

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