Two years ago my wife Sue, a lovely young woman in her mid-20s, had a job teaching remedial English at a local community college. The school was located in a minority neighborhood, and her students were predominantly black and Latino. Sue is brunette, five feet three and slender, with a great figure, which she doesn’t mind showing off. Whereas most of the female teachers at her school wore dress suits or slacks, Sue generally wore fairly short skirts, along with thigh-high stockings or pantyhose. I used to think about how her students must have gotten a few good peeks under her skirt from time to time, and about how they probably enjoyed seeing her bare thighs above her stocking tops. These thoughts usually made me hard.
At one point, during one of our lovemaking sessions, I actually asked Sue if there were any of her black male students who she found especially interesting, and wouldn’t mind getting involved with. But all she did was laugh at me.
But then it happened that Sue was offered a new job in another city. It was a great chance for her, and she accepted. When she gave notice at her school, some of her students decided to give her a farewell party at one of their houses, and of course I attended it with her.
The party went well, and everyone was very friendly. It was close to midnight, and most of the students had left, when I looked around for my wife and didn’t see her anyplace. I wandered around until I came upon some stairs leading down to the basement rec room, from which came the sound of voices and laughter. I headed down there, and when I got close to the bottom I could see there were four people there—three black male students and my wife.
I stood there frozen for a moment, and then shrank back into the shadows as I saw the biggest of the guys, who’s name was Jules, reach out to touch my wife’s rump. Sue did nothing to discourage him from touching her, and this seemed to make him bolder. A moment later I was watching him slip his hand under her skirt.
Again Sue showed no sign of resistance. The next thing he did was to twist her around to face him, and then plant a long passionate kiss on my wife’s mouth. I could feel my cock throbbing as I saw that she was returning the kiss. The other two youths stood watching them, their eyes wide, as Jules pulled her more tightly against his large body.
When the kiss ended Jules led Sue to a large sofa and pushed her gently onto it, causing her skirt to ride up to mid-thigh, revealing a patch of bare skin above her stocking tops. He quickly moved to her side and again began to kiss her on the mouth. One of his hands went to her chest and began to fondle her tits. Sue now began to moan softly and twist in her seat. She moaned louder as his large black hand slid under her skirt and moved up to her crotch. We could all see her white panties now, and she actually spread her legs wider as Jules began to rub her crotch through the cloth.
My long-held fantasy was coming true. I was actually watching a black guy enjoying my beautiful wife. I nearly shot in my pants when I saw that she was about to come. Jules made her climax just by fingering her pussy through the crotch of her panties.
This seemed to release something inside the other two guys, and they both opened their zippers and pulled out their large hard cocks. One of them moved up to Sue and stuck his dick in her face. She opened her mouth and took it in. As she sucked on it, Jules quickly stripped himself naked, and then got down between her legs and began to fuck her. That’s when I did cream my pants.
For the next hour or so I watched my wife fuck and suck all three of those guys, as she came over and over again. Toward the end I snuck back upstairs and waited for her to join me.
I never told Sue about what I saw that night, but to this day that memory stays with me, and I keep hoping that some day my dream will come true again.—Name and address withheld