August 28, 1978 - DoMyWife

flashdunce · #1 (**permalink**) 04-20-2013, 03:39 AM

The day is etched into my memory forever. The date my fiancé became a hotwife! The entire summer was one of expectancy. We knew it was gong to happen, just not who, where, or when. We went back to working in a restaurant for the summer of our junior year. The staff was composed of a lot of kids like us. We use to go out drinking, movies, etc. most nights. My fiancé and I would sometimes break away from the pack and go bowling. The kitchen manager was a black guy about our age - but through with school, and worked full time at a plant. When he found out we liked to go bowling, he asked if he could go too. Don't know if he had seen her bowling outfit, or he just liked to bowl. Her favorite outfit consisted of tight white pants with no panties (would show a panty line - an unacceptable condition), and a red shirt that was joined at the front by ties - no bra, of course. Depending on how she felt, she tended to tie the shirt very loosely, with just a simple over and under tie. When she would get a mark, she would turn around, throw her hands in the air and jump as high as she could, causing her breasts to rise and fall - and sometimes the ties would kinda come loose. The movement of her breasts in the shirt would stimulate her nipples, and they would get hard. The more she moved, the more you could see. So, the three of us would go out bowling. M started to pal around with us more. Started doing special things for us in the restaurant, and started flirting with her. I angered the kitchen line one night, and it created a tense situation. M took care of things. He was about my size, but ripped - biceps that stretched his shirtsleeves, and a twelve-pack! He made it known that I was his friend. 'nuf said! K picked up on his flirting, and so did I - it was getting to the point that it wasn't well hidden. End of summer came, and I had to go back to school before she did. School was a little over an hour away, and I planned to come back on weekends. The night before I left, she came up to me and told me that M wanted to take her to the movies tomorrow, and asked me if that would be ok. I asked her if she wanted to do more than go to the movies, and she said "maybe". M had come up in our pillow talk more than once. We both knew what was said about black men, and this had led to some pretty intense sex as we wondered what M had in his pants. M was perfect for our fantasy life, but I hadn't thought beyond fantasy with him. When she said this, it was instant tent time. She saw the reaction, and asked if that meant I'd like her to go further. I didn't know what to say, so she rubbed my cock and said "This is my answer!" I told her to go ahead and make plans, and I would come back down after class. I fell asleep inside her, knowing that this might be the last time I had her to myself.