My wife has always been a fairly quiet, shy person who was a virgin when I met her. She was brought up in a Catholic family where sex was never really discussed. After we married she changed and became much more uninhibited.
We had discussed the possibility of her having sex with another man and she admitted that it was a big turn on for her (I already knew it was for me). We finally agreed that if the opportunity arose she would have sex with another man and tell me all about it. As it turns out she didn't have to tell me as I was there when it happened.
It started when we went out for the night for a meal and a drink. I was doing the driving and Heather was doing the drinking. She was getting quite merry having had wine with the meal, plus a couple of gins in the pub before. Heather decided that we should go into a club as she fancied some dancing. I am not really that keen on dancing but there was no stopping her.
Once inside I had a few dances but as I was stone cold sober I was finding it difficult to get into the swing of things. One thing I had noticed about this club was that there was a lot of Americans around. When I went up to the bar I asked the staff what was going on and they told me that there was a US Navy ship in port.
By the time I got back to the table Heather was off dancing with a coloured man. I watched them and noticed him running his hand down her back and arse through her mini skirt. She seemed to be enjoying it and was pushing her cunt area against him. When the dance ended they came back to the table and I was introduced. His name was John and he looked a bit concerned but I made light of it and we chatted for a while.
We ended up with him and his three friends, Butch, Foster and Dave, sitting at our table and taking it in turns to dance with Heather. This went on until we had to leave at around half past midnight as we didn't want to keep the babysitter too late. The four black guys then said that they should be leaving and Heather immediately offered them a lift. They all went off to have a piss before leaving and Heather leant over to me and said that she was going to the loo as well and smiled. She said that she did not intend to put her knickers on again, unless I insisted. I could barely answer: in all of the discussions and fantasies we had shared I never expected this.
When we reached the car Heather told Foster, who was at least six foot eight tall, to get in the front. Butch, John and Dave climbed into the back with Heather. I started the car and reversed out and as I did I saw Heather in the back. She was sitting in the middle on John's lap with her hands resting in the laps of Butch and Dave. As I started driving she leant forward between the seats and whispered into my ear, "Are you sure about this?" Before I could answer she said, "Oh... it's too late now."
As she had leant forward her miniskirt had risen up and John made the decision for us. Heather sighed as he inserted his fingers into her cunt. From either side hands appeared to unbutton her blouse.
In the mirror I saw black hands massaging her tits before faces appeared and began sucking her nipples.
During this time, John had got his massive black cock out. Heather reached down between her legs and grabbed his dick before lowering herself down onto its full length. "God, that's good!" I heard her groan. Then I saw her bouncing up and down on his prick.
I finally arrived at an empty parking area in some local woods and I stopped the car and turned round to look. By this stage Heather was sitting on John's prick and leaning forward sucking Dave's cock while Butch was fondling her arse.
Suddenly I heard John let out a huge groan as he dumped his load inside my wife's cunt. Heather looked up from the cock that had just been buried in her mouth, just as Dave shot a huge wad of spunk all over her hair and face. Butch then carried her out of the car with the intention of fucking her hot pussy, and Foster soon followed to push his cock into her mouth.
I guess these guys had been at sea for a while because as soon as Foster and Butch finished, John and Dave started again. Finally the four guys lay back on the grass resting and Heather walked towards me with a grin on her face. She was drenched.
We have never seen those guys since but they have our address and phone number and said they will contact us if they get back into port. I hope it won't be too long!
