BBW: Wife's New Friend

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Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, True Story, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, Gang Bang, Interracial, Black Male, Oral Sex, Cream Pie, BBW, Slow, .

Desc: True Sex Story: Wife meets a man at a party thrown at our condo, with the expected consequences.

It was a few years after our little adventure in the Dominican Republic, and my wife Melanie and I were in our late 20s/early 30s when we moved into a new condo community on the gulf coast of Florida. Nothing had happened since our trip, and I wondered if what had happened had been just a one time thing, one of those wild things you do only on a vacation. She definitely seemed more "settled down" now, and it was hard to believe that this was the same married woman who had not that long ago fucked two complete strangers in a foreign country, much to her husband's delight.

After moving in to our condo, we took our time settling into our new surroundings, which featured a lot of great amenities. This complex was definitely geared towards young professionals, and the management would often host little community get-togethers, a chance to meet some of your neighbors. We finally decided to attend one of these events, held at the management office that had one of the pool areas behind it. Caterers and a DJ were brought in, and created quite a spread.

We arrived soon after it had gotten dark. Melanie had decided to hear this rather low cut blue top (much to my insistence) and a blue and white floral dress. I had preferred she had worn something a little racier, but given that she is a larger girl I think she was a little nervous about that. Still, she looked great, her long dark brown hair flowing around her top, just enough makeup to accent her facial features (her full lips and smoky brown eyes are hard to ignore). The top definitely helped, and even if she bent over it a little it provided a great view of her ample cleavage. I wished the skirt was shorter, but she wore a pair of modest heels that helped to show off her plump legs.

We walked into the pool area and stood for a moment checking the scene out. There were probably 50 or so people there, most of them around our age and fashionably dressed. The DJ was playing some slower grooves that luckily didn't drown out conversation, and the area around the pool had been decorated nicely. I spotted the bartender on the other side of the pool area and told Melanie I would get us a couple of drinks. I worked my way through the crowd that was milling about, getting a beer for myself and a glass of red wine for my wife.

I had been gone a few minutes due to the crowd of people around the bar and the time it took the bartenders to fill the orders. Finally I got our drinks and started to head back to where my wife was standing. When I was within view of Melanie, I noticed that she was talking to someone, though I couldn't really tell who.

"Oh good," I thought. "She met someone". Figuring it was another married woman (who my wife usually gravitates to in new social situations), I continued to walk over slowly, making sure not to spill our drinks. Suddenly, I stopped. As the person she was talking to came into view, I saw that it was not another woman, but actually another man. I quickly darted behind a column so she wouldn't see me and to give myself a better view of what was happening.

He was taller, but as she is only 5'4, most men are. He looked to be about 5'10 or maybe even over 6', I wasn't sure. He was in good shape, and was handsomely dressed in a nice casual suit with an open collar. He looked to be around our age, late 20s or so. And, he was black. I immediately snickered to myself a little. How perfect is that? Like a lot of married men, while I fantasize about my wife sleeping with other men, black men top the list of choices. And judging from his and my wife's body language, they were definitely flirting, however shyly she was being at it.

As I watched them talk, my mind began to wonder what it would look like to watch them fuck. I pictured her small voluptuous frame, pale and curvy, on her back on a bed. I pictured him, dark and tall and chiseled, on top of her between her spread legs, grinding into her body, his black cock sliding in and out of her wet pink pussy, the stark contrasts of tone and color. The two of them intertwined as he fucked her. I began to feel my cock swell in my pants, and immediately tried to snap myself back to reality. This was, after all, not the best time and place to walk around with an erection.

I watched them chat for what felt like an eternity. Every once in a while I could see her eyes darting around in my direction looking for me. But due to it being nighttime and the low level of lighting around the pool, and the fact I was hiding, I was pretty sure she couldn't see me. At least I hoped not. I definitely enjoyed letting the two of them get to know each other, my mind going back to the times I watched her with those men in the Dominican Republic, and realizing how much I missed that thrill of my wife with other men. It was addicting, and I know realized I wanted it to happen again, more than anything.

After a while, I heard her laugh and he extended his hand, and it seemed that the conversation they were having was almost over. She took it and he shook it gently, and to my surprise, kissed her hand as well. She was grinning from ear to ear (as was he), and probably was even blushing a little. Before he departed he reached into his coat and handed her a small piece of paper, which later I found to be his card. She took it from him, nodded, and placed it inside her bra (and I didn't even realize women really did that!). He then headed out the gate by the pool and left.

I waited a moment before finally returning with our drinks, my beer now half gone already and her wine sufficiently warmed from me holding it all this time. I could tell she was flushed, and even with a bra on her nipples stood out a little from her top. I handed her the glass of wine which she gulped half of it quickly.

"Took ya long enough." she exclaimed, her breathing a little heavy now.

I shrugged. "Well, I saw that you were making a new friend and just wanted to give the two of you time to get acquainted." I whispered back to her.

She looked at me suspiciously. "Ha ha." she responded dryly, taking another sip and pretending to scope out the party.

"Hey, you seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine. I didn't want to interrupt. And he definitely seemed to be enjoying you as well." I replied. I stared over at her, giving her a look hoping she realized what I meant.

She rolled her eyes playfully, but I could tell she had basked in this man's company. We chatted with a couple of other people, and after a while we decided to head back to our condo. We strolled slowly on the dimly lit sidewalk back to our unit, the air humid and floral. My mind kept coming back to her interaction with the man shed met, creating visuals of the two of them naked together. My cock began to stir, and we went from holding hands to my hand around her shoulder and down to her waist until finally to her ample ass and gave it a little squeeze.

"Hey now", she said in mock irritancy. Ignoring her, I started to lift her skirt until my hand was touching one of her panty-clad ass cheeks. My fingers played with the white lacy material, lifting a leg opening just enough to get my hand under it. Usually she would smack my hand away if I did something like this in public, but to my surprise she didn't stop me this time. I continued to massage her bare ass cheek until we got close to section of the less illuminated sidewalks that passed by one of the storage facilities halfway between our unit and the pool.

Unable to take it anymore, I pushed her behind the building. "Hey, where are we going?!" she said curiously as I leaded her along. When we got to the backside of the building, I turned her around facing me and backed her against the wall. I looked around quickly, and realizing that no one would be able to see us unless they came around the back of the building, I pressed my body to hers, mashing my lips against hers and grinding my crotch against her. She gasped, surprised by my aggressive behavior, but eagerly returned my kiss with a giggle. I felt her put her hands around my shoulders as our mouths opened, our tongues dancing around in circles in each others mouths.

I hiked her skirt up, pulling it up to her waist until her panties were in full view all the way around her. I pushed against her harder, causing her to open her legs a little more. I backed off a bit, and immediately pressed my hand between her legs. Not too surprisingly, she was soaking wet. I could feel the heat emanating from her panty covered pussy as I gently rubbed. She moaned into my mouth as I touched her, her kisses becoming more urgent. My cock was straining hard against my pants as I pulled her panties aside and finally touched her bare pussy. She moaned louder, her legs opening as wide as they could go while still standing. I parted her chubby pussy with my fingers, finding her clit already hard and sensitive. I gently rubbed her slowly back n forth, her wet cunt lubricating my hand thoroughly. I felt her legs start to shake, her mouth now making little panting noises, her kissing less focused now.

"Oh god", she breathed huskily into my mouth. I kept up the pace of my hand between her legs, loving the sensations I was giving her out here in the open. Her body continued to tremble, and I knew she was close. With my free hand, I grabbed the front of her shirt, and finding her nipple already very erect, I ran my fingertips over it roughly. Her hands that were around my neck grasped my shoulders for support as her orgasm approached.

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