We had been doing this for years, my wife and I. Sipping on champagne in the back of Jim's limousine, on our way to yet another event. This one was a certified black tie affair, cocktails in the early hours and then dinner and awards to follow. A successful career in advertisement has its perks, and a fully compensated evening at a five star resort - I would think - qualifies as one.



These galas never seemed to bother her, that was for certain. Elizabeth looked absolutely gorgeous sitting snugly next to me, her legs crossed sexily in a tight black dress. She was smiling wide amidst a phone conversation with Lindsey, a friend of hers, who was also on her way to the party. At thirty-five years of age you might think a woman would be starting to display signs of weathering, but this certainly wasn't the case for my wife. Lizzy is a beautiful long haired brunette, curvaceous yet trim, her breasts and ass pop in any outfit she sees fit to wear. She has large natural tits that have maintained an unprecedented amount of perkiness despite their size. Her ass is plump but solid, maintained by a healthy exercise regiment. Reigning atop her feminine curves is a stunningly attractive face, a pale skinned hazel eyed beauty with luscious lips. By day my wife is a teacher at a local elementary school, but on her way into the city for an evening with socialites, she looks more a world class model.



"About fifteen minutes out, folks." Jim's voice crackled over the intercom. As I mentioned, my wife and I do this quite often. Four or five times a year my presence is required at an awards ceremony, a speaking event, or simply a holiday party. My company schedules and covers the travel expense, and for whatever reason Jim has been our limo driver for every one, seemingly every one for the last six or seven years. He's an older gentleman, and has been with his company for the majority of his adult life. He's tall, black and with a goatee that was beginning to show some strands of gray. His build is lean and somewhat lanky, but hes certainly not an unattractive man. Over the years he had become very comfortable with the two of us - especially Liz. My wife wasn't especially flirtatious by nature, but for whatever reason she made an exception for Jim.



Her flirtations with him weren't exactly surprising to be honest. Surviving these nights often called for the consumption of alcohol, lots of it in our case. As a result the drives home were exceedingly carefree, risque even. Couple the lowered inhibitions with my wife's poorly hidden attraction to black men, her flirtations with Jim were all but unsurprising. Although Liz had never dated or been with a black man before, sexually, I had teased her into an admission over our years together. Whenever she mentioned a celebrity crush it would often be a black man, and when I would catch her leering in public, an admittedly rare occurrence - it was quite usually towards a man with darker complexion. For whatever reason, it didn't bother me - on some perverse level, I almost found it arousing. It was exciting to know that I married a woman who wasn't hung up on societal and social norms, a woman who wasn't afraid of a little so-called taboo.



There had been a couple times when my wife and I had engaged in a bit of naughty fun in the back of Jim's limousine. On one occasion Liz had massaged my dick through my slacks in a state of drunken arousal. Another time I couldn't stop fondling her tits, pawing at them while kissing her furiously, eventually reaching into her panties to rub her to a small but shuddering orgasm. Both of these experiences happened in plain sight right here in the back of the limo, and on both occasions, I was nearly certain Jim had been watching. I distinctly recall his knowing smile, almost congratulatory, when we arrived back home. I would always tip him well, especially on those evenings - it never hurt to reinforce someones propensity for discretion.



As the memory faded from mind the limo came to a stop at our venue, and the door closest to Liz opened.



She put the phone in her clutch and shuffled to the edge of the seat, extending her leg to begin to take her first step exiting the back of the limo. Unfortunately as she stepped out her stiletto missed its footing, and she slipped violently. If not for Jim's quick reflexes, her face would have met the pavement. He caught her by her waist, rescuing us from a ruined evening. As he balanced her I couldn't help but notice his large hand cradling one of her breasts. Her skirt had hiked up, exposing a portion of her ass. Jim, reactive, grabbed the fabric and effectively shuffled it back down. Once I saw that she was safe on her footing I quickly exited the limo through the other door. Elizabeth's face was flushed red with embarrassment, but she turned and gave Jim a relieved hug.



"Thanks Jimmy, that was almost really bad."



"Just glad I caught you in time." He was smiling, but breathing heavily, sighing in relief.



I walked around the rear of the limo in a hurry, but she was already fully recovered. "You alright?" I asked, rather uselessly. I looked around, a couple onlookers were staring but for the most part people were entering the venue without having noticed the spill.



She nodded, still flushed, and took my arm. She turned one last time to Jim and thanked him again as we headed up the porte cochere towards the hotel entrance.







The evening inside of the hotel started off like so many before it, some intermingling, some drinks, some laughing - most of it harmless. My wife and I were well liked by most people at my company. I don't have an ultra outgoing personality, which may be an odd thing to hear about a marketing manager, but the caliber of my work was certainly loud enough to speak for itself. Elizabeth, in all her beauty and class, did nothing but help reinforce the image that I liked to portray for our family. It also didn't hurt that for what I lacked in social energy and exuberance, she made up for with an incredibly attractive personality.



We had nearly finished making our usual cocktail hour rounds, exchanging pleasantries with my secretary and her husband, a number of my close colleagues and their spouses, and my direct boss and his lovely wife. We chatted for awhile before heading to our respective tables for dinner.







"Heyyy you guys!" Lindsey was already seated at our table next to Mike, her husband and one of my close work associates.



"Hey lady!" Elizabeth replied, taking the chair next to her friend. Mike stood, and he and I exchanged an unnecessarily formal handshake. After some more conversation it wasn't long before the four of us were seated and enjoying a lovely meal. The cocktails and wine flowed in abundance and, seemingly before it started, the presentation was over. The rest of the night was to be casual drinks and dancing - the latter of which I loathed.



"So hows that Tucker job coming along?" Mike asked.



"Not bad, we should have the presentation ready by end of next week, but you know how QC is with that particular client - everything has to be perfect."



Mike and I had been, as usual, discussing work - we always found it hard to break away from the subject, both of us being natural workaholics. It actually didn't immediately dawn on us that our wives had already headed to the dance floor. We both looked up in unison to see them laughing and shaking around with wine glasses in hand.



"They didn't even ask us to join them." Mike said, somehow surprised.



I gave him a knowing look, "I think by now, they know what the answer would be." It was kind of an inside joke between the two of us. We both hated dancing, it was admittedly lame of us to not partake, but just something about the activity - I could never let loose and enjoy it. Mike clearly shared in my distaste.



Our wives however, not quite so much. I quickly noticed that they had already made some gentlemanly company. Two larger black men were occupying space behind them, joining in on their fun but from a respectful distance. A notable percentage of the demographic of the guests tonight were black, as it often was. It was a natural byproduct of the fact that many of our larger contracts were for the local Denver professional sports teams, and it was clear that these two men were athletes.



"I think that guy dancing with Lindsey is with Trenton's group, that son of a bitch hit on her at the last event." Mike seemed agitated by the realization, but made no move to remedy it. Trenton was a local sports agent, and he often utilized our firms services for branding with some of his biggest clients. I looked at the man dancing with Elizabeth, he was very tall, and built, but I didn't recognize him. He might have had half a foot on me, at least, myself standing at 5'-10". I looked on as he grew slightly more brazen, approaching from behind her and resting a hand on her hip. She turned and looked back at him, blushing, but she made no move to remove it. I saw him whisper something in her ear, and they both shared a laugh. He seemed to take that as approval to swoop in even nearer to her backside, grabbing her waist.



My heart quickened at the sight of it, it wasn't the first time another man had taken the opportunity to dance with her, but his size and complexion seemed to make this particular instance stand out from the others. Elizabeth's eyes widened as the man seemed to plant his crotch against her ass, cozying up to her body. She looked in my direction with mild worry in her eyes. Her face contorted from worried to relieved when she noticed me smirking in bemusement, instead of flush with anger. I wasn't particularly jealous, unlike my buddy Mike.



"I'm gonna use the restroom.", he offered, and then stood in a frustrated hurry.



"Alright man, see you in a bit." I quickly glanced at Lindsey to see her eyes closed, unabashedly enjoying the attention from her dark stranger as he ground himself into her rear. The song selections had recently upped the tempo.



But my gaze quickly returned to my wife, the two of them were now dancing with relative familiarity, and I noticed that the wine glass was somehow no longer in her possession. I felt a strange stirring as this man's hands roamed my wife's body. He was unafraid as he grazed her breasts and ass, seemingly mashing his crotch powerfully into her rear. Perverse thoughts crept through my mind, mere thin layers of fabric separated the heat of their bodies. He was essentially rubbing his clothed manhood against my wife, and she made no move to stop him. Suddenly his left hand reached up and made a subtle move to grope one her breasts, squeezing quickly but with confidence. My wife's eyes closed to his touch, enjoying the sensation.



Elizabeth's face shaded bright red, face flush, and just as it looked as he would reach up with both hands to really get a hold of her tits, the song ended. She seemed to come to her senses, shuffling her dress back into an appropriate position. The man pulled out his cellphone and exchanged a couple more words with her as she made an attempt to head back to our table. I saw her smile wide, and point to her wedding ring. The look on his face didn't change though, and he grabbed her arm gently, pulling her back close to his chest. He whispered a couple more sentences to her, smiling wide. My wife's blush deepened, and she seemed to spit out a few more words in a hurry, her hand lingering on his chest before she turned to leave.



She finally returned to me, beaming, a hint of guilt on her face. I noticed that Lindsey remained on the floor. My wife sat back down next to me, breathing heavily.



"Who's your friend?" I offered with a wry smile, sipping on my cocktail and pretending to glance at my watch.



"I didn't catch his name." she blushed, "But he's on the practice squad for the Broncos."



I laughed, "So he didn't bother to give you his name, but he made sure you knew he played for the Broncos. Got it." I paused, continuing "You know, that's the second guy tonight who's groped your tits, and neither of them have been me... Strange."



She continued to blush, and took a sip of wine, avoiding my observation with nothing but a playful shrug. "I actually had to give him my number, he wouldn't take no for an answer babe."



My jaw fell agape for a moment, but I recovered. "Oh wow! So he groped you and you gave him your number, anything else you want to tell me?"



I immediately realized that we both had too much to drink, again.



She giggled, replying with devilish tone, "I told you, if you keep refusing to dance with me I'm going to keep rewarding the men who do."



Her brazen flirtations, her carefree nature, it aroused me despite giving my ego a slight bruise. I leaned in and kissed her, feeling no pain from all the cocktails I had consumed. "You ready to get out of here?" I offered.



She smiled, sex in her eyes. "Definitely."



We both stood to leave, and I made a mental note that Mike hadn't yet returned. Lindsey was still dancing furiously with her newfound friend. Liz gave her a long distance wave. "Well she seems to be enjoying herself." I said, with more than a hint of sarcasm.



"Yep. You guys never give us any attention on the dance floor, so who can blame her?" my wife replied, defending her friends honor - and her own in the process.



I couldn't help but sigh in resignation.







Jim already had the doors open when we found the limo outside, "Evening folks, hope you enjoyed yourselves."



"Great time Jim, and thanks again for the save earlier." I replied, realizing I hadn't thanked him when it happened.



He smiled graciously, gently escorting Elizabeth into the limo, seemingly trying to protect her from another slip and fall. She smiled at him as she took her seat, turning to me once the doors closed. She attacked me with her beautiful lips, kissing me passionately. She didn't even stop when Jim opened the driver door. I noticed him glance back, momentarily distracted by my wife's vigor. He quickly averted his eyes however, igniting the engine and pulling out of the venue to start our drive back home.



She eventually came to her senses, pulling away and sitting down front facing, still breathing heavily. The Broncos player had clearly gotten her motor running. After a minute of silence Jim asked about our evening, "Y'all had fun? Anything entertaining happen in there?" He glanced up at us in the rear view mirror as he spoke.



I chuckled, figuring I'd have a bit of fun by causing my wife some mild embarrassment. "Nothing too exciting Jim, just Liz dancing up a storm with every guy in the place."



She smacked my arm, laughing and giving me a knowing look. "If by every guy he means one guy, and only because he refused to dance with me."



Jim chuckled and shook his head, it wasn't the first time he had heard her complaints about my refusals to dance.



"Might has well been even guy, this dude got enough action." I retorted.



She shrugged, smiling. "Serves you right, maybe next time you'll dance with me."



Jim chuckled from up front, "Y'all are too much."



Elizabeth egged me on, continuing, "He's a football player Jim, plays for the Broncos. Tall and muscular and handsome." Liz added with more exaggeration and a naughty look in her eyes.



"He's on the practice squad." I interjected, laughing. "And he wasn't that handsome."



"Well he wasn't as handsome as Jim, but he was still really handsome.", she added, playfully winking towards the front of the limo.



I shook my head smiling, and Jim replied with a laugh, "Well thank you, thank you. We can't all be this gifted though."



The alcohol allowed the sentence to break through my word filter, and I blurted, "I think I just need to accept the fact that my wife desperately wants to take a black man to bed."



Elizabeth looked at me wide eyed and red faced, and Jim burst into laughter. The comment seemed to really tickle him. "No worries Steve, in my experience all white women want that. Most just choose to hide it."



The return home limo conversation had officially entered the realm of risque, as it had many times before.



Liz turned to me, taunting look in her eye, "Well." she paused, "Guilty as charged." raising her hands in the air jokingly, as if she had been caught. I laughed, but felt a strange pang of arousal.



"I pains me to have to tell you this, but your husband is white." I dryly added.



She rested her hand on my thigh, "Oh that doesn't bother me baby, there's always porn." she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.



Jim burst out into deeper laughter, and I couldn't help but chuckle again at just how many shots she was getting in. I also felt a horny stirring in my pants, and I couldn't wait to get home to fuck my wife proper.



I had thought back to the many times I had noticed an interracial porn in our computers browsing history, knowing full well that it wasn't me who watched it - at least not initially. I always clicked on her leftover links, fascinated to see what she had gotten off too while I was out of town, or working late. It always stiffened me right up to know my wife was playing with herself to the sight of a massive black appendage pumping in and out of a white woman. I wondered many times if she was imagining herself in the actresses position, naked on her back, sexy legs writhing in the air, taking a huge black shaft.



It wasn't just her preference in porn, either. Liz had told me stories about her college years. Both her and her roommate had steady boyfriends through most of it. While Liz behaved and focused on school, her roommate was constantly partying and sleeping around. Jessica and her boyfriend Brian apparently had an open relationship, but the way I heard it Jessica was definitely the one to take advantage of it. She would often invite guys from the basketball team over to cuckold Brian. Liz told me a number of stories where she'd have come home and her roommate would be in her room getting a pounding while her boyfriend was in the living room, studying. Liz admitted that she had masturbated to the sounds of those occurrences more than a couple times. She also said that her roommate was relentless in trying to get her to do the same, but she supposedly never caved. I couldn't help but wonder how much those experiences influenced her wants and desires, her sexual development through those formative college years. Surely those memories left an unscratched itch, and I shuddered at the thought.



"Alright folks, you're home."



I had to fix my throbbing erection before exiting the limousine. I walked up to Jim to thank him, handing him a folded hundred as tip in the process.



"Have a good night Jimmy, see you in a few months." Liz blew him a kiss as she scurried inside of our home.



He shook his head as he watched her escape into the house, round ass bouncing back in forth in her dress as the door closed behind her.



"She's quite a handful Steve, but you're a damn lucky man."



I was smart enough to know that 'You're a lucky man.' loosely translated into 'I wish I could fuck your wife.' but I smiled regardless, "Thanks for the lift Jim, see you soon."



Our sex that night was torrid, no words were shared during our intercourse, but it was sweaty and hard, and ended with her gentle orgasm, cumming on my five inches. Bringing Elizabeth to orgasm was always a victory for me. Mere moments thereafter we both passed out into a drunken and satisfied slumber.







A week had passed and my wife and I were enjoying some Chinese food and wine in our living room, classy dinner I know. It was a long work week for the both of us, and it was just nice to have a relaxing Friday night at home.



I was channel surfing and I eventually stumbled across our local newscast. As luck would have it, the sports reporter was talking about Bronco's training camp, the season would be starting up soon.

