Use It or Lose It Pt. 04

After my gorgeous wife's two dalliances in February she was quite chaste over the following months, but by now we'd regularly have bondage sessions where she'd tie me to the bed, sometimes blindfold me and recount her dirty sexual liaisons while either rubbing her pussy on my face or squatting over my face while ducking herself with a toy... or two.

I'd learned the hard way how to resist cumming unaided, and during these sessions Christy would either suck me off or straddle my cock and fuck me while telling me again about her sex crazed activities with Jamie or the others.

This probably doesn't work for most couples, but it works for us.

The weekend before Easter we had tickets to see one of my favourite Soul bands at a club about 70 miles away so decided to make a weekend of it, staying at a chain hotel in the city centre, walking distance from the venue.

We had a good night on the Friday, a nice meal a few drinks and a visit to the club for a dance and to scope it out for when the band played the following night.

Christy was dressed accordingly, in a sexy short, backless dress with a plunging neckline that allowed a good view at her unfettered tits, plus black stockings and suspender belt, which she'd recently taken to wearing full time and a black thong.

The club was busy and as I waited at the bar Christy went to the ladies room. I scoped the room which had six booths running down one wall, with the last and largest over looking the dance floor and stage.

While the others were mostly filled with Hen Parties the largest had a group of black men and women all dressed similarly in black with white shirts or t-shirts, and in the middle was a big fat black guy wearing big gold sunglasses, presiding over the others like a potentate.

Just as I got served Christy arrived grinning.

"What's got into you?" I asked handing her the drink.

"A young black guy stopped me and asked me to dance!" she chuckled.

"What did you say?"

"I said I was with my husband."

I smiled quizzically.

"He said 'so what'?" she chuckled. I didn't reply so she continued, "so I said... maybe later. Then the cheeky sod pulled at my dress to peak at my tits!"

"Wow!" I gasped and looked around to see if I could spot him, "What did you say?"

"I just called him a cheeky sod... then came to you." As we passed the large booth, Christy nudged me, "That's him there... leaning against the back talking to the big fella."

I casually glanced in that direction and saw the guy, about 6 feet tall, cornrow hair and muscle-bound. I quickly decided against challenging him to a fight defending my wife's honour.

We soon found somewhere to leave our drinks and hit the dance-floor. As we danced Christy couldn't stop herself glancing over at the booth presumably trying to attract his attention which sort of turned me on.

As the next hour passed by I too glanced at the booth and it quickly became obvious that the fat man, who was blacker than anyone I'd ever seen, and his group were dealers, with one young woman and guy each sporting those crossover bags and with almost invisible eye contact and signals, alongside a 'minder' would slink off to the toilets every few minutes.

Back at the bar I turned to see Christy back on the dance-floor with the big black guy and he had his hands on her waist, whispering in her ear. My wife smiled but shook her head then looked in my direction, then shook her head again.

He wasn't to be deterred and spun her around until he could rub himself against her back, and much to my amazement Christy began 'twerking' her arse against his groin... then pulled away laughing; but still dancing with him.

I returned to the part of the wall where we could stand our drinks and while she saw me continued dancing... very sexily.

Looking tired she whispered something, presumably she was returning to me... and he turned in my direction then back to Christy, taking hold of her by the waist and kissing her full on the lips. She looked surprised, but did nothing to stop him. He then whispered something again, which shocked my wife, but she burst out laughing at the same time, before looking at me then shaking her head.

"You looked like you were having fun." I teased her sarcastically, "do we know him?"

Christy took a long sip of her cocktail then smiled, "He's call Jesse and wanted to come back to the hotel and let you watch him fuck me!" Which made her giggle.

"And you said?"

"No... of course." She grinned, then followed up with, "unless you want to."

I only had to think for a few seconds, looked over at the gang, and sighed "maybe not tonight...okay?"

"Okay." she smiled "not tonight. Not at the hotel."

I was puzzled by the last part but couldn't respond as she quickly left to visit the toilet.

As I watched her walk past the dance-floor I saw Christy glance into the booth, where someone nudged the black guy she'd been dancing with, who smiled and followed.

My heart sank as I waited for a few minutes, then followed. The door into the disabled rest room was slightly open and a skinny black kid from the gang's booth looked to be guarding it. "It's full." He grunted, but I could just see the backs of two gang members and heard my wife's unmistakeable groans and squeals.

I looked around and saw the woman with the bag looking straight at me in a way that scared me.

"Let him in" she shrugged and the young guy stood to one side.

Inside the room were two more of the gang standing in front of me and laughing while watching 'the show' where I could hear grunts and groans coming from the other side of them. I took a deep breath and slowly approached then peeped over a shoulder, it was Christy sure enough, her dress ruckled up around her belly and her thong around an ankle as she bounced on his big black cock making her tits bounce in front of his face while he sat nonchalantly on the toilet.

"We've got company." he laughed as Christy turned to look at me over her shoulder, mouth wide open and panting for breath. "Oh shit!" she gasped, "sorry babes.... I... I... I couldn't resist"

with that she began bouncing on his cock again while he suckled on her tits, pulling her arse cheeks apart so I could get an unobstructed view of his cock smashing my wife's married cunt.

"Felix... get me some soap." The guy fucking my wife shouted. One of the lads behind me squirted some onto his hand then as Christy was told to stand up and turn around, he held his hand out and the other one scraped it onto his then smeared it onto his cock, then told Christy to bend over, which she did for him to rub the rest on her arsehole.

"Shuffle back." he laughed and she did her legs wide apart either side of his thighs, "down you go."

Christy nervously bent her knees until his cock was touching her dirty hole. "And more." he guided her onto his knob then with an arm around her waist pulled her down onto his greasy cock.

"Oh oh...oh... ooh.. oh God!" my wife gasped as his long cock filled her arse up, "so big... so big... it hurts." she panted through closed eyes.

"Lift your legs up." he commanded while shaking her tits.

Biting her lip because she was in discomfort from his long cock filling her arse, Christy did as she was told, lifting her legs as high as she could. He then put his hands behind her knees then pulled them up and back until her knees touched her tits, then began thrusting as hard as possible, making her squeal and grunt on every motion.

The two lads had separated so I could stand between them and get a clear view of her glossy cunt and his dick disappearing inside my wife's arse.

Christy soon acclimatised and by the look of ecstasy on her face was having the time of her life; possibly because of the audience but more likely because that cock looked about 9 inches long.

After a few minutes he let go of her legs and as she planted her feet on the tiles wrapped one arm around her waist and grabbed a tit with the other and stood up, with Christy bent double and still impaled by his cock.

"Get out of the fucking way!" he grunted and the three of us voyeurs quickly moved to one side allowing him to push my wife against the wash basin and ferociously fuck her arse until he filled it with spunk... and I mean filled it to the brim and it oozed out when he withdrew his cock, leaving Christy gulping in stale air.

With his eyes fixed on mine he took the hem of her dress and wiped his cock clean, "gotta go now... business and all that, but I've got to say... your missus is a great fuck... dirty cow too."

He slapped my arm and the dastardly trio left us to clean up (I'd cum in my pants).

There was nothing to say so I helped Christy back into her dress as she straightened her stockings after looking at her sodden thong in disdain and throwing it onto the toilet cistern and choosing to walk back to the hotel 'commando.'

As we walked past the booth it was obvious they all knew what had happened and I'd done nothing to stop it... but why would I? My wife was in her element.

Arm in arm we made our way silently to the hotel. Once inside our room, Christy looked at me and grinned.... "That was fucking awesome! You enjoyed it too... didn't you?"

I nodded and pulled my trousers down for her to see the big wet patch in my pants. "I sure did."

A minute or less later I was lying on the bed as Christy straddled my face and gave me a blow by blow account of what she'd just done... getting very excited when recounting the audience, especially me watching.

I did my 'good husband' part by cleaning up her sticky cunt and spunk filled arse while licking and sucking on her clit... giving her two orgasms before falling asleep.

We both slept like babies.

TBC