My wife and I woke up as usual on the Friday, readying ourselves for work, while the boys were away at camp. We both struggled to concentrate, as we knew that Anne had a date with George later that night. My arousal was further stoked by my knowledge that George was likely introducing another well-hung Black man into the mix, his bodybuilder and part-time stripper protege Andre.

While we both began to depart Anne said, "Hey, you know after today, we still have seven more days without the kids. Any chance I could, um, get together with some of my guys again?"

I loved it when she casually referred to her fuck buddies as her "friends" or her "guys". Like perhaps a regular wife asking about a girls' night, but in our case, the night would involve cocks in all of my wife's holes, and then me reclaiming her. Anyway, I was good with her request.

I said, "Sure. And if Alex comes over again, I'm so down with the pee play. But babe, we should seriously consider maybe doing that late night, out on the deck, if we ever do it again. I don't know about you, but cleaning up a piss-filled master suite is not high on my list of things to do again, even though the evening itself was so hot."

Anne laughed and said, "Nope, I agree - if we go there, the back deck it is. We can use the hose to clean up!"

Then our conversation turned to our plans for that night.

I said, "Ok, so you're coming home, and we'll go over to the hotel together right? And then George will meet us at the bar?"

"Right", Anne replied.

"Ok, and then, I'll be back later to uh, you know", I responded.

Anne said, "Yep. And remember, you'll have a room key too. I am stopping to check in on my way home from work. So at the end of the night, we could just meet up at the bar again. I don't think it will be too late. George has to get up super early on Saturdays because of some of his trainees and other gym stuff."

"Sounds like a plan", I replied. The way my wife said "gym stuff" was humorous, almost as if she was one of those people who did not understand gyms or gym culture. But the funny part was, she was often in there training early on weekends herself, so I could tell she was trying to make a point, which I appreciated. I would probably not have to wait long to revel in my part of the fantasy, which was always a good thing, especially as we were at that point in our early forties.

Later that Friday, after work, Anne and I headed over to the hotel, which was part of a chain of almost-luxury hotels, located about fifteen minutes from our house. Anne made sure that I had my key, and then we made our way across the hotel lobby to the bar. After much deliberation. Anne had decided to wear something relatively inconspicuous, choosing black dress pants, matching high heels, and a white, sleeveless top, that was equal parts business and pleasure. She looked like any of the other business travelers looking to unwind after a trip to a client. Granted, her freshly done bright yellow nails were a little wild for that look, but as she told me on the way over, she would not be wearing her clothes for very long.

Just we the bartender handed us our drinks, George came up behind us and said "Hey!"

We greeted each other, George shaking my hand, and then hugging Anne, his large Black hands lingering just a bit on her butt. I could not blame him in all honesty, though. After all, sharing my wife was something I got off on, and sure enough, as he cozied up to Anne and began flirting and sneaking the occasional touch, I felt myself getting hard.

George said, over the bar music, "I have a surprise for Anne tonight. I think she's gonna love it!"

"Awesome!", I replied, not sure of what else to say.

George said, "Hey, in all seriousness, we'll have some fun, but I'll take good care of this little lady. I know you'll want her back."

Then he laughed, which caused me to laugh as well, although I was not sure why.

"I know - you guys have fun", I said, turning to Anne.

"Babe, when do you want me to be back? Or will you just shoot me a text?", I asked.

Anne said, "I'll text or call you babe. Just don't go too far..."

As she said that she gave me a sexy come hither look. By now I figured at least some of the other patrons in the bar had to assume a threesome or something similar was going down. I no longer cared. The thought of friends or neighbors knowing my hotwife was a little bit of a whore sometimes kind of turned me on.

I looked at both, finished my cocktail, and said, "Ok - bye now. Have fun guys!"

They both smiled back, said they would, and started off toward the hotel room. I had had only one drink, so I figured I would be fine to drive home, but I decided to go across the street to a little cafe and grab a sandwich and some coffee first. It was only about six o'clock, so I knew I had some time to kill even if it was to be an early evening. I ended up going home for a couple of hours, catching up on some things from work ahead of the weekend, and finalizing my own sexy pans with Samantha for the following day.

At about nine o'clock, I decided to preemptively head back to the hotel, thinking that it would be hotter if I did not have to drive fifteen minutes to reclaim my wife. My plan was to park in the hotel lot, ten walk about a quarter mile down the road to a dive bar in a strip mall. We would be staying overnight, so driving would not be an issue, and I figured a good buzz might help me fully get into the act of enjoying a woman who had likely just been spit-roasted by two Black men.

After my second glass of whiskey, around a quarter to ten, my phone buzzed. It was my wife texting me, telling me to get over to the hotel bar immediately. I almost jumped out of my seat, paid my bar bill, exited the bar, and started walking back to the hotel. While I walked, I texted my wife.

"On my way babe," I wrote.

When nothing came back from her, I added, "Hope you had fun?"

Finally, a text came back, right as I walked into the hotel parking lot.

"Very fun. George just left - come have a drink with me," she wrote, with a winking emoji at the end of her text.

I practically ran into the hotel bar area, and spied my wife, by herself at the end of the bar. She was wearing the same outfit she had worn to begin the night, but even from afar, I could see how tousled her hair was and could notice some smudging of her makeup. I had no doubt now and could feel myself getting erect as we made eye contact. She had been fucked well, and I was about to hear all about it. We quickly departed the bar to go back to our room on the other side of the hotel.

I held Anne's hand as I led her across the hotel lobby, my wife walking a little gingerly in her black high-heels and black dress pants. As we crossed the lobby, Anne pulled on my arm so that my head briefly moved down to her height. Anne giggled and then licked my ear as I activated the hotel elevator.

She whispered into the same ear, "I'm leaking. Thank God I'm wearing pants!"

Then she laughed and tiptoed up to lick my ear again, as the elevator door opened.

I was getting even more into the mood, and as we entered the elevator, I said, "Ohh, but what about your panties?"

Anne responded, "No panties, but I should've worn them. That's why I'm leaking, babe."

I laughed and said, "I think you're leaking because two Big Black Cocks pumped you full of cum tonight, right?"

Anne laughed and said, "Ooh - you caught me. But yeah, I'm leaking. I think a bunch of Andres or Georges are dripping right into my heels. You'll help me clean up in the room, right, babe?"

As we exited the elevator, I told Anne, "I don't know about cleaning you up, but I am going to reclaim that cum filled pussy tonight, right babe?"

Anne replied, "Yeah babe - I know it's your turn to give me some cock."

"Fuck yeah", I said.

I couldn't wait, and Anne and I entered the hotel room, ready for me to pull off the black pants, and get a nice view of Anne's cum-dripping cunt. Once the door had swung shut, Anne immediately began unzipping her tight black pants. She could not get them all the way off as she was still wearing her black high-heeled sandals, but they did fall nicely around her ankles. As I knelt I could see and smell the fresh cum of two hung studs, dripping down my wife's engorged labia, and legs. The small tuft of pubic hair my wife maintained in her otherwise shaved nether region, had a few additional droplets of white cum smeared into her reddish brown muff. I was so hard, I nearly came spontaneously.

But I knew I had to wait to hear exactly how her pussy had gotten that way. But waiting did not stop me from sliding a finger into her filthy snatch, and then letting her suck her lover's cum from my digit. I asked Anne to tell me everything, while I fully removed my clothes, and Anne began a gentle, rhythmic stroking of my cock. Anne obliged, and soon I was on my back, on the hotel bed, while Anne stroked me and described her threesome with Andre and George.

"Listen", Anne said, "the first thing I need to tell you is, I came a bunch of times, and yeah, I wanna do this again."

She let out a playful laugh, still lightly stroking my rock-hard dock.

I said, "Sure babe. But I need to hear about tonight. And hey, maybe I can join next time?"

My wife said, "Oh, I definitely could go for even more cocks, and yeah, eventually yours will be one of them."

She laughed playfully. Anne loved to tease, and as she did, my penis contracted in pleasure. She always giggled when my cock jumped around and this time was no different. Sensing that I may not last much longer, Anne finally dove into her story, sharing all the gory details of her night with two big black cocks.

Anne said things started slowly at first, with her getting to know Andre a little bit, and George taking the lead on keeping the drinks and music flowing. Anne casually mentioned how great both George and Andre were at setting a sexy vibe, which brought about my first pang of jealousy of the night. She said that once the vibe was set, they moved from some awkward three-way heavy petting to a moment where she found herself without her pants, and with George performing oral sex on her. Anne enjoyed this quite a bit, but she said her big surprise came, quite literally, when Andre's huge black cock suddenly appeared in front of her face.

Anne calmly explained how she let her instinct take over, and that she began dutifully sucking his large, engorged member. Of course, I thought to myself. Leave it to my wife to casually point out that if a big dick is nearby, her first thought is to pleasure it. Of course, this did not make me jealous. On the contrary, I knew that I had led her down this path.

Anne continued her story as she stroked my cock, moving on to describe how George eventually began fucking her, missionary style, while she continued to suck Andre's cock. Anne was positioned with her butt at the edge of the bed, and her legs in the air, while Andre knelt over her, working his dick in and out of her mouth. Anne said she could only take so much and occasionally had to push Andre back so she could breathe. She said George's big black dick brought her to orgasm around this time, and shortly thereafter, George ejaculated inside of her. Anne said George was loud and kind of put on a big show, but seemed legitimately spent as he stepped away from the bed.

My wife was not sure what to expect next, but she had barely begun processing the fact that she had just been inseminated when she felt Andre grab her legs and reposition her at the edge of the bed. Anne said Andre's cock felt bigger than George's, and admitted that she was thankful to be more experienced with big dicks now. Once again, I had to laugh at how casually my wife described her joy of other men with big cocks.

Anne said it did not take Andre long to pump his load into her pussy either, and that after about forty-five minutes together, both men had relieved their balls in my wife's pussy. Anne briefly stopped stroking my cock, and moved herself into position, with her face between my legs and her ass in the air.

Before she started to suck my rock-hard cock, she said, "So - want to hear what happened next?"

I gulped and shakily said, "Yeah!"

Anne then continued her tail, mentioning that she and George had started drinking again and that both George and Andre were still fully nude, and she was wearing only her top and bra. Anne said she started getting back into the mood when George started fingering her, and that she became fully aroused again when Andre initiated oral sex with Anne, while Anne took George's large black member in her mouth. Anne said that from there things went pretty quickly, including George finally removing Anne's top.

Anne laughed and said, "George told me something like, 'Girl, show Andre those tits - it's the polite thing to do!'"

I laughed as well, as Anne began to fellate my cock. Finally, she described George's second orgasm, this time while mounting my wife missionary style, followed by Andre's eruption in her womb.

At this point, I was erect, my balls aching with the urge to come. I put my hand on Anne's head and playfully pulled her hair, pulling her face toward me. Dutifully, she took my hard member in her left hand and then lowered her soaking-wet vagina onto my throbbing penis. She raised her hips up and down, and I met her with thrusts of my own. In less than a minute, I felt my balls begin to boil over, and soon I was ready to cum. But instead of cumming in my wife's pussy, I suddenly and forcefully rolled her onto her back, pulled my cock out of her cunt, and proceeded to spray her with my load, as I groaned my pleasure.

Anne got off on the cum shower, giggling and making lustful noises as my final spurts landed on her belly, and then finally subsided. Anne asked me if I was Ok, and I told her that I felt great, now that I had emptied my balls.

She laughed and said, "No, I just mean - why did you flip me over and pull out?"

I replied, "Well, babe, I have one last fantasy - not sure if I can tell you yet, but I think we'll end up acting out before we, uh, exit the lifestyle."

"Mmmm", she said, "I can't wait..."

The following morning, after a fabulous sleep, Anne set out to go visit the boys at their summer camp. I went about the day the way any husband would, or at least any husband whose wife had been banged out by a couple of large-cocked men the night before. Anyway, I of course, had plans to see my mistress Samantha. I am fairly certain my wife knew about this, but chose to leave it alone as if there were an unspoken agreement that her appetite for cock was acceptable as long as I got to occasionally play the bull myself.

It was a brilliantly sunny, late Saturday morning as I set out to meet Samantha at a nearby motel. It was the type of establishment that had a reputation for these sorts of meetings. She had actually rented it the night before, and our plan was to fuck like mad until checkout. And in keeping with that directive, as soon as I arrived, we both very quickly flung our clothes aside and got down to business.

Even though I had ejaculated with vigor the preceding night, I was still full of pent-up sexual energy that had not been fully resolved. Samantha seemed to be as well, and we both proceeded to use each other in as many sexual positions as we could imagine.

Eventually, we ended up face to face, with me on top of her, watching her plump body jiggle as I slid my rock-hard cock in and out of her juicy cunt. When I could no longer resist the urge to cum, I whispered in her ear, "Babe, do you want me to come inside you?"

To my surprise, Samantha responded, "Oh fuck yeah, put a baby in me!"

I had not expected to hear this, but her dirty talk pushed me over the edge. As I pumped Samantha full of cum, I was still in amazement at her words. And once I had finished and collapsed on top of her sweaty body, I thought about how her fantasy was exactly the same as the fantasy I had for my wife. The thing I had not yet told Anne was a pregnancy fantasy, that we would act upon before getting out of the lifestyle altogether. As I lay partially on top of Samantha, I smiled as I imagined both women pregnant by men other than their husbands, with one of the husbands completely unaware of the game.

Eventually, we knew it was time to get ourselves together and get back to our homes before our spouses returned from their activities with the kids. We did not speak of what Samantha said, but we did kiss and agreed to get together again soon. As I drove home, I felt fully satisfied and more secure in allowing my wife's ongoing pursuits. And with one week left in the boys' summer camp, I had a feeling that in the next few days, Anne would be treating herself to more than one of the many extramarital cocks in her life.