Shortly after leaving college it was time to find a job, but after four years in a liberal arts school, I didn’t have a lot of experience in any fields. I decided to look at working in a skilled trade, and there were a couple of companies looking for welders in our area of the country. I finally got a job but was the low man on the totem pole and didn’t have a lot of welding experience so I took the first job I could find working for a small oil rig company nearby in Texas.
After about a month things were looking pretty rocky and my supervisor, Jason, and his boss Keshawn had a meeting with me telling me how my welds weren’t as smooth as they hoped and if I didn’t improve they would have to let me go. I told them how I had been practicing at home and Jason suggested they might stop by and give me some help and pointers. I reluctantly agreed and we planned for them to come over Sunday afternoon.
At around 8 pm on Saturday they showed up and we started drinking some beers and grilling some meat on the back deck. Jason was in his mid-thirties, an average looking guy and Keshawn was about forty but looked pretty young for his age, a tall muscular black man with a very athletic build.
My wife Cindy, a pretty five-feet-four-inch brunette sorority girl with a voluptuous figure and a nice set of C cups, introduced herself and brought us a round of beers wearing a thin sundress that really showed off her curves. I was a bit surprised since that wasn’t what she was wearing earlier in the day but didn’t think too much of it as I’d already had a few and my tolerance wasn’t what it used to be.
After Cindy went inside, Keshawn looked my way and asked, “How did a Beta male like you got a hot piece of ass like her,” giving Cindy’s rear a long appreciative stare as she walked back into the kitchen and then smirking at his buddy Jason.
I laughed nervously and told him our story about being high school sweethearts and how she flirted with all the football jocks but at the end of the night, I was (usually) the guy she went home with. Keshawn and Jason both agreed that she was pretty hot and I was a lucky man. I appreciated their compliment, although it made me a bit nervous how flirtatious she was acting with these two guys, and I noticed that Keshawn winked at her while she brought fresh beers.
My wife just smiled back with a knowing look and even once slapped him on the wrist and said, “Watch your hands, you dirty dog.”
It was getting dark and the beers were starting to loosen everyone up, so I invited my coworkers inside to watch some college football. At this point, I had no idea how much longer these guys were going to stay, and was frankly a little concerned that they were talking straight to my wife now and pretty much ignoring me.
Cindy came in with more beer for us still wearing her sundress, but she must have taken her bra off because her nipples were pointing thru the thin material and I could tell my friends couldn’t take their eyes off her big tits with the rigid nipples pointing at the ceiling like a couple of steel rods. Cindy loved the attention and bent over a little too far setting the beer on the coffee table and one of her boobs popped out of her dress.
She stood up acting embarrassed and said, “Sorry, boys,” and leaned forward and fell into Keshawn’s lap where he was sitting on the couch.
Keshawn caught her in his powerful arms, grabbing her hips and swinging her back up onto her feet, but not before her hands seemed to slip between his legs and linger there on the big bulge he was not trying to hide.
Cindy blushed and said, “Wow you’re packing some serious equipment, Keshawn,” then hurried into the kitchen saying she had to “freshen up” and get us all some more alcohol.
At this point, I realized I’d had too much to drink and needed to lay down for a couple of minutes and told Cindy I wasn’t feeling so good and was just going to sit in the big easy chair in the corner and rest.
Cindy smiled and said, “Of course, hon, and don’t you worry about our guests I’ll make sure they are well-taken care of.”
I grudgingly murmured that I didn’t have a problem with it.
Keshawn made a joke and said, “Damn girl, we could use a bit more eye candy over here. Let Bob sleep it off while you come over here and show your husband’s boss some hospitality.”
Cindy smiled, strolled over to him on the couch and said, “You have the confidence of a man with a big… bank account,” and then her hand slid along his arm and stopped on his thigh, resting there over long before she brought it back up to chug her beer.
We had all had several drinks at this point and I was having trouble thinking clearly, it was like I was watching events unfold in a movie. I did notice Jason kept glancing at Cindy and nudging Keshawn and that’s when I realized she didn’t have any panties on and they were getting a nice view of her ass and pussy.
Cindy again apologized about her “wardrobe malfunction” earlier and blurted out, “I was such a slut in high school before I met Bob and he taught me how to keep my legs shut,” then blushed immediately.
Jason and Keshawn exchanged knowing glances and Keshawn said, “Hey baby, it’s cool. You can’t let one tired old man stop you from letting your inner spirit animal roam free. And from what I see, your inner spirit animal is a fox.”
“Or maybe a sultry lioness,” Jason chimed in.
Cindy smiled at his compliment, seemed to find comfort in his words and looked over my way in the corner where I was starting to doze off, then smiled back at the two men and told them that since they saw her tit, she deserved to get a look at “what you two studs are packing.” She had had a lot to drink by this point and her voice was slurred, but there was a twinkle in her eye and the alcohol had just revealed what was there all along – my wife was a dirty slut who liked to fuck other men every chance she could.
They exchanged uneasy glances but Cindy continued, “Don’t worry about old cheese dick over there, he passes out after just a couple of beers – besides I may have slipped something into his drink,” then winked at Keshawn, and purred with an evil grin.
Then after another glance at me to ensure I was incapacitated, she crawled over Keshawn and sat between the two men and slurred, “So boys… what does a girl have to do around here to get spit roasted?” and then began unbuttoning their shorts.
They both finally seemed to accept the proposal, leaned over her and high fived each other, while Jason smiled and said, “See bro, I’ve got hot wife radar,” as Cindy struggled to pull off their shorts and soon she was staring at a pair of large fresh semi-hard dicks, dangling a few inches in front of her face.
She smiled and said, “This brings back memories of when I was on the cheerleading squad,” and looked up at Keshawn and said, “Can I suck your dick, boss man?”
Kyle and Jason gave each other another high five and Keshawn gloated, “only if you want your husband to keep his job, princess.”
Cindy giggled and said, “Well you know, a girl’s got to eat – and you boys brought my favorite food”.
Both men were larger than me, with Jason weighing in at seven inches and Keyshawn sporting a nine-inch thick beer can cock that caused Cindy to practically drool with anticipation. Cindy was horny and loving being the center of attention, just like back in the day when she was the “most popular” party girl at the house party.
She grabbed them both and started to stroke them until they were hard. She got off the couch and pushed them back to sit on the couch and got onto her knees in front of Keshawn and started to swallow his massive cock. She slurped his balls and slowly licked up until she got to the head and deep throated the whole thing while she stared up at him, making eye contact the whole time.
The big black man just smiled back and said, “Damn right, snow bunny – every inch you get down is another month of job security for your cuck over there,” and then looked at Jason with a laugh and a snicker.
She sucked Keshawn for a while then gave Jason some attention, cleaning every nook and cranny of his hefty tool with her little power washer.
Finally, she stood up, pulled her sundress up and said, “Fuck me, big boss man,” as she eased slowly onto Keshawn’s dick and let out a low moan while his big black cock broke and entered her sopping pussy.
She pulled Jason in front of her and started sucking his cock while she rode Keshawn’s mighty member. I watched transfixed as my wife of six years rode the black stallion like a professional whore, grinding her hips into his big dick, pussy juice sloshing onto the carpet all around.
Keshawn reached around under her dress and squeezed her tits, twisting her nipples and asked if her husband ever fucked her hot pussy this well.
Without taking Jason’s cock out of her mouth, she mumbled, “No sir, little Bobby’s never hit that deep – and he doesn’t get the special moves either,” then she reached a hand around Jason’s butt and sank a finger knuckle deep up his ass.
Jason seemed surprised but took the unexpected intrusion in stride, pumping his cock into her mouth until he let out a groan and shot a load all over Cindy’s face, saying, “Thank you so much ma’am – you’re the best hostess I’ve met in quite a while,” while he emptied his ball sack on her face and tits.
Cindy lapped up the jizz juice while she bounced faster on Keshawn’s big jackhammer, her hard nipples sprang out towards the ceiling, and Keshawn pinched them and twisted them hard while he whispered, “Damn girl, you freakier than a strip club ho.”
She was bouncing pretty fast on Keshawn’s cock and he said, “I’m about to flood this hot pussy of yours with alpha sperm.”
Cindy mumbled, “Wait, don’t cum inside me, you’re not wearing a condom, you’ll get me pregnant,” but the thought of this naughty, unprotected fertile hot wife pussy in his grasp spurred Keshawn to fire on all pistons. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting faster until he released a satisfied groan and started pumping a motherload of black cum into my wife’s gaping vagina.
My wife moaned and squirmed and betrayed herself by leaning back into him and saying, “Don’t stop Keshawn, pump me full of your jizz… I want Bob Junior to have a big dick like yours.”
Then she reached back and yanked his shirt collar forward, pulling him into her.
This dirty talk spurred Keshawn on and he ground harder into her tight ass as she twitched from her legs to her tits and then suffered a massive orgasm at the hands of the powerful pipe layer. Finally, they both eased to a halt, resting contentedly for a few minutes before she unplugged herself with a juicy plop, stood up and led Keshawn and Jason to the front door.
At the door, Cindy said, “Well, it’s time for you boys to go home, but thank you so much for the opportunity to show you all the assets that Bob brings to your company.”
The two men guffawed and said, “we appreciate your grade A hospitality and we’ll be sure to stop in frequently to make sure you get the full benefits package,” and then drove off.
Cindy made her way back into the living room and collapsed onto my lap, where I had been sitting passed out on the easy chair. She whispered into my ear, “Baby, your friends from work left, but I’m pretty sure you’ll have a job for some time to come”.
Then she smiled down at me and continued, “And I’ve got a feeling our infertility problem is solved,” then laughed softly to herself while she helped me up and led me to our bedroom to pass out.
I mumbled, “yes, dear,” and crashed onto the bed. I needed my sleep, it was Sunday and I had to be at work early tomorrow morning.