It started while we were at Super-Bowl game party thrown by a local tavern owner we know. We were having a great time. The bar was full, a few friends but mostly strangers, all whooping it up. As always, while my wife was enjoying herself, I was looking around for likely candidates for my favorite fantasy. For some reason, anonymous strangers always figured prominently in my dreams.

She was drinking a fair amount and seemed to be very comfortable with her surroundings. She was also doing a little flashing (not intentional) which was really turning me on. It arouses me to have another guy get a glimpse of her boobs or under her skirt. I would tease her about how turned on I got watching flashes of thigh. This seemed to have the effect of exciting her also.

We weren't concerned about drinking because our bud, the owner, could drive us home. My wife started with Bloody Marys, and then went to gin and tonics, but she was also being bought drinks from male admirers. She was really getting quite blitzed.

Tonight she wore, just for me, a certain favorite blouse and skirt. She had to be really careful moving around in the blouse or you could see almost all of her bra-covered breasts. She didn’t really like wearing that outfit but knowing it turned me on so much, she agreed. I was especially horny that night and I asked her to take off her bra before we left. Again, she was reluctant but gave in after only a few moments of teasing her. Her very large breasts were very visible if she moved just right. I even had her move around for me so I could see what the other men were going to see. I told her this and she blushed. You could see most of the globes, but her nipples you could only see once in a while at just the right angle. It was great.

She didn’t do much leaning over or twisting around at the bar but the guys in the bar knew damned well she was braless. One black guy came over and started talking to us, but kept on looking at her tits. I tried to get her to let him have a few flashes. When she went to the head, I asked him if he was enjoying the show. He said I was lucky to have such a great looking wife, and that she sure did get him turned on. Stepping over that fine line that I was unwilling to step over before, I told him to go ahead and take advantage of any opportunity he could, and that it would be all right with me. I liked other men appreciating my pretty wife.

Her careful flashing kept on. Our newfound friend was having a great time buying my wife drinks and dancing with her. It turned me on to see them dancing slowly. When he squeezed her to him, a breast would peek out for all to see. I loved it and could barely conceal a hardon. Our bar-owner friend even made a surprisingly suggestive comment. I filed that one away for future reference.

Seeing that my spouse was beginning to fade and was having a hard time walking, I thought that nothing was going to happen and I had better call it a night. I told our friend that I was going to call us a cab. He was very disappointed and all of a sudden he said he'd be happy to drive us instead. Suddenly, new possibilities flooded my mind.

He helped us out of the bar and I watched him carefully as he helped her into the front seat of his car. Several times his hand strayed to her ass and breasts, copping a few quick feels. He noticed that I didn’t seem to mind his liberties at all. In the car, she sat between us. She wasn’t up for much of anything except kind of just looking around. The stranger and I talked about how great her tits looked. I opened her blouse teasing both he and I. When we got to our house, I had her top completely opened. I grabbed one breast and nodded for him to touch the other. For about five minutes we both had a great time massaging her tits and nipples. She didn’t seem to mind at all and with her eyes closed and mouth open, looked like she was pretty much enjoying us playing with her. Both us guys had tents in our pants.

She was really out of it, I mean more soused than she'd ever been before. With her breasts hanging out and jiggling around in the open night air, we each held on to her to help her walk. When we got inside, he sat down next to her on the couch and continued to feel her breasts. I was getting more and more excited. She didn't even flinch at this treatment, kind of just looking on. I offered to get us some more to drink and to put on some coffee.

I hoped that something would develop, and I left them alone together. She was pretty drunk and I knew that he could probably do just about anything and she wouldn’t object. I gave him about ten minutes. That would give him enough time to take some liberties. I peeked into the living room. I quietly gasped with a sudden intake of air. My wife was sitting on his lap. He was kind of holding her, and was gently squeezing her left breast and his mouth was sucking on her nipple. His other hand was snaked under her skirt and he was playing with her white pussy under her panties. I could my heart start to really thump.

I went in, and, to my disappointment, he stopped, removing his hand quickly, leaving her breasts out, slightly swollen, very wet and nipples very hard. He looked guilty. She was looking dazed but interested in why there was a sudden loss of pleasure.

I smiled nervous encouragement at him, and, turning to my half naked wife, asked her if she wanted to get to bed and she kind of mumbled something. I could see the further disappointment on the stranger’s face. He thought it was all over. He helped her stand up and I couldn’t help notice that her panties had slipped down about halfway between her knees and crotch. With her dress around her waist, her naked white pussy was just kind of out there” for all of us to see. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I looked at the guy and he just kind of shrugged. I couldn’t help myself. I had to put my hand where this stranger’s had just been. I reached down and cupped her white pussy and was surprised to feel how sopping wet she was. I played with her clit while the guy watched with renewed interest.

I asked him if he could help me put her to bed and he jumped right on the idea. We helped her into the bedroom and we took off her skirt and blouse. She was naked except for the panties that were still just below her white pussy. I let him look at her for a few minutes. Then, having a momentary pang of buyer’s remorse I put a light blanket over her.

He wasn’t leaving the room and looked at me, hesitating. I raised my eyebrows and he kind of nodded over to my blanket-covered wife, as if asking permission. I knew exactly what he wanted and was suddenly enjoying myself teasing him.

I looked down at his pants, he following my gaze. He looked down with me and we were both staring at a very large tent in his crotch. His black cock was so evidently excited that it was almost funny. I grinned and said that maybe we had better take care of that before it exploded. I nodded to him, and made a gesture that was clearly an invitation. Without needing any more encouragement, he scrambled over to my wife and removed the blanket.

Without asking for permission he grasped her thin panties and pulled them off of her, fumbling a little dragging them over her limp ankles. He mumbled a, holy shit as he stared at her almost naked white pussy. It was barely covered by sparse hair. By this time, she started snoring lightly.

We both looked hungrily at her. He said, Wow, what nice ass she has. I nervously said she had a REALLY nice pussy (I loved hearing myself say that out loud). Getting ever bolder I reached over and pulled her ass cheeks apart and actually said, See?. I was thrilled at displaying my wife like this.

He didn’t hesitate. He removed his clothes, dropping his pants to his ankles and pulled up his shirt. His black cock was unexpectedly long and looked like it could break nails it was so hard. I unashamedly looked and kept looking at his black cock, suddenly very interested in this man’s black cock. My mind was trying to get by the fact that THIS stiff and very excited rod of hard flesh was going to be the first ever other than mine to enjoy my wife’s white pussy. I was beside myself with excitement.

He was in a hurry and looked almost comical in his attempts to get to her. This broke my reverie. With his pants keeping his feet together like shackles he kind of hopped on the bed. He snuggled right up to my wife’s back and pressed his black cock against her ass. My wife looked very relaxed and didn’t even budge at the stiff black cock poking at her backside.

I was having trouble believing this. Here was a complete stranger, pants down, black cock exposed and hard, and pushing it against my naked wife. He was actually spooning her, rubbing his black cock up and down her ass crack while he held onto her breasts. My God, another man with my wife!

He was having problems with his pants and I walked over and in actual fact helped him by pulling his pants off, and then (I felt a great excitement at doing this next part), I pulled down his underwear and moved them off his feet. Much more interested in the naked lady he was lying next too he mumbled a kind of a distant, thank you. I looked at the crumbled, musky smelling boxers and tossed them to a corner of the room. Not only had I maneuvered this but I was helping this guy to cuckold me.

He was really enjoying himself, putting on a show with my wife, grasping her breasts and kissing her neck and pushing his cockhead into her crack. His hand was between her legs and he was shoving several fingers into her wet white pussy for the second time tonight. He snuggled up against her back and I could see him jockeying in to position. This was it. I leaned in as close as I could get.

He pushed his black cock with his hand several times into her pussy lips. Just from this outside contact, his cockhead came out surprisingly shiny with her juices. My wife was drunk but she was still responding to the black cock trying to get into her white pussy. I didn’t think she had that much hidden slut inside her.

His erection was sticking out between her glossy-wet lips, and he was trying to enter her hole. After a few minutes of partial success, his cockhead moved just inside to slip right out again. Slightly frustrated, he turned my wife face up and moved between her legs. Kneeling down and steadying himself on the bed with one hand, he pushed at her pussy with his cockhead several times

Finally, after several teasing false starts, I watched his cockhead enter her opening and sink downward, disappearing quickly between her lips. He leaned over her, looking for all the world like a frog taking his mate, and, with several strong thrusts of his hips, my fantasy became reality.

As I watched, utterly riveted to the scene before me, he frantically and very aggressively took complete possession of my spouse’s most intimate private part (as she called it). He was grunting and moving back and forth into her like someone who has not had any for a while. My wife’s head and knees were bobbing back and forth several times a second in rhythm with his fucking. She looked like she was passed out, but at the same time she was lazily responding to the long stiff tube of flesh swimming in and out of her white pussy. She would breath as if asleep, then she would moan softly and hold her breath like she does when she is coming when I fuck her that way.

Oh, was I hard. After several minutes of total fucking, I knew he was getting close to cumming. He noticed me as if he'd forgotten I was there and without stopping looked up, kind of pleading. He said, Can I? I harshly whispered, "It’s OK, do anything you want." With those fateful words uttered from my mouth, he began to REALLY fuck her, much harder than before. Soon my drunken slut wife’s white pussy was so juiced up that his black cock sounded like a plunger in a toilet. A real loud sucking noise every time he pulled his cockhead from her sucking pussy. He was close to cumming. And surprisingly, so was my wife!

I had wanted to see another man cum inside my wife for a long time and here it was. He pulled his black cock completely out of my wife. It hovered there in mid air for a split second then, with a growl, he pushed it back into her cunt, and really jammed it in. He fucked her hard for about 3 seconds and I am sure not caring one bit if this woman’s husband was there watching or not. I was jacking off, and came on the carpeting about the same time his whole body stiffened and his sperm shot into her. Amazingly my wife moaned loudly and stiffened in her own drunken climax. He lay there, stiffly squirting his cum into my shaking wife’s womb for the next few moments. He didn’t move for some time.

When he was done, he rolled off my still shaking wife, steadying himself by pushing off of her left leg. With her leg bent back like this, I saw a sight that I would never forget. His cum first squirted out, then began to leak, cum dribbling down her ass crack from her well used and sexually spent white pussy.

After a while, he got up, thanking me with a tired smile, picked up his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door open and then close, and his car drive away. I slid into bed, put the light covers on, got up behind her, and slid the underside of my now-hard cock up and down her slippery pussy lips. I had this overpowering urge to do something I thought I would never do, not even in my wildest dreams: I wanted to eat her pussy. I crawled between her legs, conscious of the overpowering smell of sex, and ate her like it was my last meal. Even though their combined sexual juices were salty and acrid, it was the most fantastic taste to have ever touch my tongue. I came into the sheets while eating her.