Elizabeth Finally Blacked

I glanced over at Elizabeth with what had to have been a shit eating grin. "Wonder if they'll talk about your boyfriend, assuming he hasn't gotten cut from the team already."

She blushed, taking another sip of wine. "He's actually texted me a couple times..."

The comment was a surprise to say the least, and caused me to stop chewing on my broccoli to look at her.

"Oh?", was all I could muster with a mouthful of food.

Liz blushed deeper, "Yeah, but I haven't replied."

I asked the obvious question, "What did he say?"

She slowly reached for her phone, tapping the screen a few times before reading the messages in a playful tone of voice,

"What up baby? It's Freddy from the party last weekend, just wanted to see what was good." she smirked, and continued, "And then he sent another this morning, 'Hey girl, hit me back, exclamation point. I know you had a good time dancing with me, another exclamation point.'" Liz chuckled, blushing.

"Well he's right about that last part..." I smirked, somehow finding this situation both incredibly amusing and strangely arousing. I wasn't sure what in particular excited me about it, but the fact that another man was attempting to court my wife, knowing that she was married, fascinated me. I also had a number of thoughts rush through my brain related to my wife's desire for black men. In a fateful moment I decided to push the envelope with her, "You can reply if you want, have some fun with it. I don't mind."

Liz looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "Sure you don't."

"No I'm serious." I gave her a sincere look to let her know it was fair game. "This is pretty hysterical actually, tease him a bit."

She looked at me with a mix of confusion, excitement, and amusement. She shrugged and chuckled, picking up the phone she said to me, "I guess it's rude to leave him hanging." she began texting.

I watched intently as her fingers tapped a reply. It was only a few short moments before she received a response. I saw her smile and start again with another text. Liz was a few glasses of red deep, so she seemed to be typing her messages without a care, and before long my wife was in a full blown casual text conversation with another man. There were a number of smirks and expressions she made that made me more than a little curious as to what she was talking about with him.

"Well, what's he saying?" I asked, finally.

She looked up at me playfully, "Now now, wait a second here, let me finish my chat with Freddy." she stuck her tongue out in teasing fashion, and I felt another strange pang of excitement.

"Oh hell no, tell me what he's saying." I had to know immediately.

"Fine fine, one sec."

She snapped some screenshots of her conversation with him, and began texting them to me. The images of her conversation flashed across my phone screen:

Elizabeth: 'Hey Freddy, I had a really good time dancing with you, but like I said... I'm married!'

Freddy: 'Damn girl, I'm happy you hit me back! You're married, so what? We were just dancing. Thought you said your hubby was cool with you dancing with other guys anyway?'

Elizabeth: 'He is... He doesn't like to dance.'

I cleared the developing lump in my throat with a swallow, and continued reading with bizarre excitement.

Freddy: 'Well there you go, then I'll just have to take you dancing again.'

The images of the other night flashed through my mind, Elizabeth, hot and bothered, shaking her ass into Freddy's crotch, his large hands exploring her body as they moved to the rhythm of the music.

Elizabeth: 'Lol will you now? Do you go dancing often?'

Freddy: 'Often enough baby. I'll get us in at Llona's, prime time Friday night. Any Friday you want.'

Llona's was one of, if not the most exclusive night club in Denver. Elizabeth had been wanting to go there for years, but we never did.

Elizabeth: 'Really? I have always wanted to check that place out. Don't tempt me!'

I glanced over at Elizabeth, who was still texting him, ahead of me in the conversation, she was taking screen shots and sending me their exchange as it progressed. I noticed that her face was flush, she clearly looked excited. She spoke but didn't take her eyes away from the screen, "This guy is relentless. He really wants to take me dancing next weekend. At least I think he does."

I don't know what came over me, but a vocal minority inside of me wanted her to do it, wanted her to go. I couldn't explain it. I asked, "Why does that seem to surprise you babe?"

She looked up at me, "Really Steve? For one I'm a few years older than him, for two - I'm fucking married." She lifted her hand flashing me the nice diamond ring I had bought her years ago, as if I needed a reminder.

"Like he said, it's just dancing." I glanced back down at my phone as I said it, but I knew she wouldn't let me off that easy. She looked at me in complete surprise.

"Are you serious? You'd let me go?"

I stumbled for words, and found them, "Well I don't know. If you promised to behave. God knows I won't ever step foot inside that place, and you've been hassling me to go for years."

"You did say we'd probably have to wait outside for hours before we got in, even if we did ever go." Her facial expression turned to ponderous, she was definitely thinking about it, but her reservations were more than apparent. "You saw how he was, dancing, with me." she put her hands up, air quoting the word 'dancing'.

"Well that's on you babe, I'm sure you'll keep him in check." No I wasn't.

I tried to brush off that comment as to not make it a focus of the discussion, but the images of the two of them flashed through my mind nonetheless. I couldn't believe we were in the midst of this conversation, and I certainly would have never expected to find it this exciting.

"I cant believe my husband would let me go on a date with an NFL player." She giggled again, really looking at me, perhaps still thinking I was bluffing.

"Practice squad player." I corrected. "And I thought it was just dancing, not a date."

She laughed, "You're really serious aren't you, won't you be jealous?"

"You know I'm not the jealous type babe, besides I'll just consider you owing me one."

Her voice raised at that reply, "Oh hell no, if this is just an excuse for you to take that secretary of yours out for drinks."

I broke into laughter, "Suzie? Are you kidding me? She's married and I've told you a thousand times I'm not attracted to her at all, shes a twig." I paused, clarifying my bargain, "I was more thinking sexual favors."

She seemed to relent for a moment, face flush and eyes full of deviant thought, she was once again seeming to weigh the options quietly to herself.

My phone vibrated and another text screen cap appeared, Lizzy still texting them to me as it progressed.

Freddy: 'Tempting is what i do baby! So what you think, I'll scoop you up next Friday?"

Elizabeth: 'I don't know! I need to ask my husband Freddy!'

Freddy: 'Dude seems cool, ask him! Shit if he won't take you dancing it's the least he can do.'

I looked up at her, unsure of what came over me to find this so exciting. I was also strangely relieved to see that the other man wanted me to know about it, that he wasn't necessarily trying to go behind my back. "Go ahead and have fun, just keep me updated."

She looked at me long, pensive, I saw her bite her lip. "This is crazy, but fine - just this one time."

One last message appeared on my screen.

Elizabeth: 'Okay Freddy, next Friday at 10:00. Dancing at Llola's.'

When the day finally arrived, I found myself feeling oddly nervous at work. I looked ahead to the night, wondering how it would feel to watch Elizabeth walk out the door to go dancing with another man, one who I didn't even know. Worry and excitement both coursed through my veins.

When she came downstairs at 9:45, I nearly spit out my scotch. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, it was a vibrant green color, low cut and allowing her heavy cleavage full viewing. She was also wearing thin silver necklaced that draped across her chest, brunette hair cascading beautifully down her shoulders, matching fuck-me pumps on her feet. She smiled at me radiantly, and spun to show off her rear. It was low cut there as well, and her plump ass was popping, green fabric squeezing her gorgeous curves. I felt my dick stir at the possibility of what was to come.

"Wow." was all I could manage as I choked down some burning scotch.

She sat down next to me, kissing me urgently. I immediately reciprocated. Why was this so fucking exciting?

"Steve this is pretty crazy." She offered in a hushed whisper, mirroring my thoughts. We both knew this was a few steps over our standard naughty line - but it was clear that we were both amped about it. It was entirely bizarre.

"It's just dancing." I said, kissing her again, trying to calm her nerves - and my own.

Suddenly her phone buzzed, and she looked at me with some mild panic in her eyes, "He's outside."

I kissed her deeply again, "Have fun, and text me please - be safe."

She walked to the door, turning as she opened it. "I love you."

"Love you too." and it closed behind her.

I scurried to the window after a moment had passed, glancing out as to not be seen. I saw a what looked to be a brand new Mercedes pulling out of our driveway, and quickly turning to leave the neighborhood. My stomach twisted in a strangely arousing knot.

The hours that followed were some of the most tortuous of my life. I had received one text about thirty minutes after she'd left:

Elizabeth: 'We're here, place is amazing!'

And nothing since. It was now 1:00 a.m. and my mind was absolutely racing over thoughts of what was happening. I tried to distract myself with television, the internet, my phone, half a bottle of scotch. Nothing worked.

Every time I allowed my mind to wander an image of her and him flashed through it. A crowded, sweaty dance floor, his large dark hands exploring her body, sexually clutching her breasts, rubbing his crotch against her rump. I felt my dick stir with arousal and it was completely inexplicable. Maybe I had one too many glasses of scotch, or maybe I was in the midst of discovering the pervert within me.

It was a few minutes away from 2:00 a.m. when I began texting her. Just as I was about to hit send the lock to our front door finally turned. My wife had returned home. She entered the house, closing the door immediately behind her. I saw the lights of his car momentarily shine through our living room window as he pulled away. She turned to me, her hair was disheveled, and her skin flush, but she looked just as beautiful as she did before she left. Elizabeth smiled at me with delight.

At first I didn't know what to say, my heart was racing. I finally managed a, "...Well?"

She blushed in embarrassment, "Are you mad?" she offered, shyly and sweetly.

I quickly realized I wasn't. I was just impossibly excited to hear about her evening, "I'm going to be if you don't start spilling the beans! But no... I'm not mad baby."

She slowly moved towards me, putting her clutch bag down on one of our end tables, taking a seat immediately next to me.

She kissed me, her breath was hot, her face damp, but there was love in her eyes.

"Well, did you have fun?", I managed.

She blushed deeper, and nodded, "Yeah, a lot of fun."

"So what did you end up doing?" I asked, desperate for an answer.

"Well we got there, and Freddy got us right in - I think he knew the bouncer." she paused, catching her breath before continuing. "Steve the place is so incredible, it has two beautiful bars and a massive dance floor, the music was great, the atmosphere was great. I actually think you'd like it... aside from the dancing."

"Well, yeah - that little part about the dancing." I paused, continuing, "Did you have a lot to drink?" I prodded, trying to keep the story moving.

She smiled, "I had a few, but Freddy only had a couple since he was driving."

I couldn't wait for more details, "... Did you dance a lot?"

She nodded, looking embarrassed, smiling, "He didn't stop, we danced for hours. We only stopped and sat down a few times, when we had our drinks."

I once again cleared a lump in my throat, asking with equal parts arousal and fear, "How was he with you?... Was he touchy feely?"

Her blush persisted, and she smiled but with guilt, "Well... yeah, but I mean we were dancing Steve, you know what goes on when people dance..." she was fumbling for the right words, "He was holding me, you know... touching me."

My dick suddenly jutted upwards with extreme arousal, which stunned me. I immediately pressed her further, "Did you grind on each other a lot?"

Elizabeth looked embarrassed by that question, "Steve..."

I persisted, so strangely excited, "C'mon babe, I let you go knowing what might happen on the dance floor. I'm not mad, just be honest with me."

She bit her lip, and continued, "Yeah... They were playing that kind of music... you know... Yeah, he was grinding on me plenty." Her blush was now crimson, and she avoided eye contact for a moment.

I don't know where it came from, but I suspected the scotch was partially to blame, I blurted, "Well... Is is cock big?"

"Steve!" she smacked my arm.

"C'mon Liz, you've had a thing for black men for years, I'm just curious - now that you've gotten up close and personal with one. Was he big?" My heart quickened in its pace, awaiting a response from my wife.

She looked at me, noticing the arousal in my eyes. She glanced down at my lap, and my tenting khakis gave me away. She reached for my dick slowly, feeling its hardness immediately. She grabbed it, squeezing me, "Oh my god Steve! This is exciting you!"

I gave nothing away, but felt the blast of embarrassment hit me like a wave.

"Answer the question babe. If he was grinding on you all night it's pretty obvious you felt his cock." I completely avoided acknowledging the fact that I was erect from her storytelling.

She countered me, having her own fuel of arousal and alcohol to light her fire. She straddled me, hiking her dress up as she did, rubbing her moist panties against my slacks.

"Oh I felt it alright." She kissed me erotically, mashing her tongue down my throat. I clutched her ass instinctively, responding to her kiss with my own passion. She continued, adopting a husky voice, seared with sexuality, "It's huge, actually."

I let out a delirious groan in response. What the hell was this?

She bit my ear gently, whispering taboo words into my soul, "He was rubbing me with it all night baby. I even grabbed it a few times with my hands, you know - through his pants." she paused again, kissing up and down my neck, eventually continuing, "I'm sorry baby... but I couldn't help it. He was turning me on with it, it felt so big and heavy."

"Oh my God... Lizzy." I tilted my head back and I realized in that moment, I accepted it. Her naughty behavior was impossibly arousing. She was my wife and the thought of a big cocked stranger playing with her did inexplicably arousing things to my psyche.

She began fumbling for my zipper, eventually pulling my rock hard dick out of my pants. She shifted on my lap, quickly pulling her panties to the side. My dick slid into her with ease, her pussy was as wet as I had ever felt it. She immediately began to ride me, continuing to tease me with her words.

"You like it don't you. You liked that I went on a date with a handsome black man." she kissed me again. "You like that he was rubbing his big cock all over me."

I was suddenly honest, unafraid, "I can't explain it, you being naughty is so fucking hot baby."

She bit her lip, both of us trapped in a haze of lust, alcohol, and taboo, "I could have been much naughtier you know."

My mind went reeling even further, "What do you mean?" I ripped down her dress, causing her beautiful tits to spill out. I immediately began sucking on them, biting her nipples gently like she loved. She moaned loudly, arching her head back, riding me. I was clutching her ass, and pulled back with my right hand, giving it a hard slap. "What do you mean Liz!?" I demanded she tell me.

She looked down at me, sexual devil in her eyes, "He asked me to go home with him."

The admission didn't surprise me, but I nearly came all the same.

"Oh God babe. What did you tell him?" I grunted, fighting back an orgasm.

"I told him I couldn't... but he knew a part of me wanted too." My wife began riding me harder, grinding her pussy into me with inflamed passion. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she fucked me. "He was rubbing my thigh in his car, trying to seduce me... I told him I couldn't fuck him. He looked into my eyes for a bit, and then pulled out his cock to tempt me some more."

"Oh fuck Lizzy, God damnit!"

She bit her lip, seemingly weighing just how blunt she was going to be about what happened, "He asked me if I'd ever seen a cock as big as his, and I told him no. I couldn't help myself baby...! I touched it a little bit, but I stopped! Steve his cock was so fucking big I'm sorry baby but I just had to play with it a little. You aren't mad at me are you?"

I grunted in a haze of arousal, "No baby... I'm not mad... Fuck, when did you become such a naughty slut!?"

Her own arousal was reaching fever pitch as she continued to fuck me, and she finally admitted, "He wants to cuck you Steve." she paused, the words not sinking in with me at first. She kissed me again, deeply, looking into my eyes with eroticism. She spoke again, retelling me what he told her in his car.

"He told me to ask you."

"Ask me what?" my eyes were closed, my world swirling around me.

"He wants to know if you'll let him fuck me... He wants me to cuck you."

"Oh God Lizzy, this is too much. I'm gonna cum baby."

She put her finger up to my lips, silencing my plea.

Her voice was laced with sexual cocaine, "You know what he means baby... just like Jess used to do to Brian in college. Back when I would play with myself and listen through the walls, when I wished it was me in her place."

My mind as gone, my thoughts beyond depraved, beyond any semblance of lucid. I groaned, "Do you want to cuck me Liz?"

That caused her to moan, buck even harder. I opened my eyes just long enough to see her biting her lip. "Oh God baby I do! I'm sorry! I want to cuck you with Freddy's big cock!"

It was too much, my balls contracted, and I erupted. I felt Elizabeth join me in orgasm, moaning with me as i ejaculated into her. I had never felt her pussy milk me with such ferocity, the orgasm was spectacular. I felt her body melting into mine as we exploded in delirious, taboo, pleasure - and then the night was over.

My slumber was deep, my dreams, vivid and harrowing. My wife writhing in pleasure beneath a hulking black frame. Moaning loudly, limbs flailing, dark shaft pummeling her womanhood. Black cock extracting mind numbing orgasms as she came with primal ferocity. I was nearly cumming when I finally opened my eyes.

I immediately noticed that it smelled of bacon and coffee in my bedroom. She had made me breakfast. When I glanced down to take note of the pleasurable sensation happening at my groin I was greeted by the top of my wife's head. She had been blowing me awake. Elizabeth noticed that I was finally up, and looked up at me with a sexy wink.

"Good morning baby. I'm getting started on those favors I owe you."

All the sights and sounds and memories of the night previous came flooding back in one mind blowing instant, and I came down her throat. She swallowed it all, which is something she rarely did.