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Little Black Dress

This story is true, hard to believe but it really is. It began last Friday afternoon when my beautiful wife was out with her second boyfriend. We have found that our sex life is much more fun when she has a boyfriend. It affirms to her that she is still beautiful and desired by men a decade or two her junior. She has an incredible body 38D?s on a small frame beautiful smile, hair gorgeous legs and personality. She loves to be noticed so she always dresses hot and flirty and attends to each detail. Normally I help her get ready and usually drive her to meet or pick up the boyfriend. If it?s dark she rides with him in the back seat but all that is in some of my other true stories here.

Last Friday she was to meet her boyfriend at his apartment while I was at work. They were going to play awhile, go to lunch and then play some more back at his place before I came to drive them to dinner and drinks after work. I get so turned on by her naughty behavior that I usually go buy her something while she is out fooling around. Usually I shop for jewelry or lingerie but today I shopped for hot clothes for her to wear. I found a couple of sexy tops with sheer panels or cutouts but the prize was a little black dress! It had a straight line to it with large brass zippers all over the place. The main zipper went diagonally from shoulder to hem line and could be unzipped from top or bottom. There were zippers on the sides of each breast and just at the hips. I knew she would love it!

That evening I picked them up at his place and we went to shoot some pool. She was his date, I was the third wheel just there to laugh at their stories and pay for drinks or whatever they wanted. She always sits close to him and touches his leg or arm frequently while laughing and talking. This current boyfriend is not very public in his display of affection for her. When he touches I get such a hard on that she laughs and points at my pants as I stand up to go get them another drink. I usually have at least a semi-hard on the whole evening on these date nights. At the end of the night I drove them back to his place and left them there until she texted me a couple of hours later to come pick her up.

I never know what to do after I drop her off. I usually just drive around. Sometimes, I will stop at a bar for a beer or two. Afterward as we drive home I usually caress her bare legs or breasts and ask her to tell me details of what I missed. My horniness continues until I get her into bed. Usually if she isn?t too sore I?ll eat her pussy while she continues with hot sexy details.

The next day after her date night I showed her my purchases. She went nuts especially over the little black dress. She likes her clothes to fit just right, no bulges or baggy parts. Just nice tight curves wrapped around her hips and breasts and an awesome waist line that brings excitement to each guy she passes. Her legs are just one of her several best parts. So she proceed to alter the dress to make sure it fit just right according to her standards. She had worked on it all week and finally on Wednesday night it was finished.

I asked her to wear her dress with me first and not just to wear it to see her boyfriend. She said of course and we planned a Wednesday night date for just the two of us! We went to a local brewery where the bartender is a charming black girl with huge tits and a smile to make anyone feel special. We always sit at the bar I watch the bar tender as my wife makes conversation with the guys to either side of us.

On this night I was enjoying running my hand across her thigh well up under the hem of her short black dress and enjoying for myself the fruits of her labor. Her legs are firm and muscular but shaved and lotioned silky smooth. She sat to my right but the guy to the left of me was just mesmerized by her. Every time my hand went under her hemline his eyes were glued to my adventure. She works out three or four days a week and the results show and can be felt by guys lucky enough to get the chance. Men are always telling me how lucky I am. They are right!

When I wasn?t stroking her thigh the guy to my left was chatting her up big time and she liked it. Eventually she got out of her stool and came to stand between me and the guy. That was my clue that she wanted to swap seats with me. I slid over and moved her drink and lipstick. For the next hour they kept talking, laughing and touching. The touching was always polite or at least as polite as you can be touching another mans wife. I continued to enjoy the impact my probing up her thigh was having on him. He introduced himself as Jeff and proceeded to get my wife?s mobile number so he could stay in touch with ?us?. I was pretty surprised when she just gave him the number. Jeff immediately sent her a text to confirm she wasn?t giving out a fake number.

Just as her phoned dinged, Greg a friend of mine from work stopped and spoke with us. We had seen him here several times. My wife was comfortable with him and she had gotten more friendly each time. It wouldn?t be noteworthy except that he is a big black man. My wife has never been interested in BBC but tonight seemed different. Greg had played major college basketball and still looked athletic ten or fifteen years after college. He had never before made any comment to me about my wife but tonight was different. He complimented her on the hot little black zipper dress and commented that when I travel out of town for business I shouldn?t tell anyone. While Greg was around, Jeff to her immediate left hardly got any attention. She later told me how good looking she thought Greg was.

I kept Jeff interested by sliding my hand way up between her thighs while she laughed, flirted and touched Greg?s forearm. She never stopped me or pulled my hand away, she just let me play and put on a show for the guys. Actually both Greg and Jeff were quite watchful during those moments. While Greg?s conversations with my wife never skipped a beat I had a great time between her thighs.

After a while Greg went off to speak with other bar flies and Jeff beside her picked up right where he left off. Pretty soon he suggested we all go to a next place. I whispered in her ear to ask if she wanted the next place to be Jeff?s house. He had already told us he lives in an upscale neighborhood with monster huge homes. I was hoping he had a hot tub we could all get naked in! She said no but she would like to go to another bar. We went pretty much across the street. While we drove the short distance, I had a few minutes alone with her. That?s when she told me how good looking Greg my big black friend was. I had no comment. Just filed that away for another time. Maybe her views about BBC are changing. I continued caressing her thigh and told her she had a green light to be as affectionate as she wanted with Jeff at the next bar.

This second bar was pretty full but with no friends from work thank goodness! We sat at a corner of the bar, she sat on Jeff?s side of the corner and I sat around the corner next to her but with a great view of the two of them. Jeff became a good deal more forward. First I saw his hand on her left thigh but very briefly. She raised her leg toward him to send the signal that it felt good. I joked to him about the zippers on her dress and explained to Jeff how much fun it was for me to get the plastic covers off the zipper tabs on her new little black dress while she was wearing it. I mentioned that I had an especially hard time with the ones just below her boobs. I tugged at one of them to illustrate what a wonderfully placed zipper it was. He tugged on the other one a little. He couldn?t help copping a feel of her left breast in the process. My wife pretended to pull away a little but we all loved it. She pulled the top zipper a little lower and the bottom one higher as she continued to drive us both wild.

After another round of drinks, Jeff was getting even more bold putting his arm around her waist and caressing her thigh with the other hand. She never pulled back and was constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs or fluffing her hair as she continued to talk and flirt with him. Pretty soon his hand was between her thighs and soon after that his fingers were touching the promised land. She never wears panties and is shaved as smooth on her pussy lips as on her fine legs. She didn?t pull back and maybe even spread her legs some to give him better access. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her a few times. He whispered to her some but he was up under her hair and it was hard to see for sure but oh it was so exciting.

I had a huge tent in my pants by now and pulled her to me for a kiss. She gladly slipped me a little tongue and laughed as she saw the tent. Just then Jeff pulled her close for a kiss and she enthusiastically kissed back right in our hometown. I got up to go to the restroom she laughed some more and pointed at my pants tenting. As I walked away they were holding hands.

I stayed an extra long time in the men?s room to let the woody subside and to give them time to talk. When I got back they were discussing going to his house. I heard her tell him not tonight but maybe next week while her husband is working might be more fun. I tabbed us all out, yes I bought his two rounds as well. Jeff helped her to the curb as I pulled up the car.

The drive home was steamy and fun. She had a little trouble with the stairs in her happy hour state but when we got to bed I told her how excited she had made me. As I slid my short but wide little cock into her she moaned so nicely. I told her that I really liked that Jeff was much more openly affectionate toward her than her boyfriend and that I hoped we could go out with Jeff again soon. Just then her phoned dinged and it was Jeff thanking her for a very sexy evening. We fucked like rabbits for a half an hour before I lost it and came as deeply in her as I could. Nearly breathless I rolled to the side while she began texting with Jeff or maybe it was Greg but it didn?t matter. I was the lucky guy tonight!

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