Almost a year had past since Beth and I returned from Jamaica. We had talked about our adventure in Runaway Bay several times and the subsequent sex was unbelievable, but we had not attempted to add another person to our relationship.

Eventually we found that the internet was a great way to indulge our fantasies. We found many sites that were devoted to swinging and wife sharing. We loved browsing the ads and reading the profiles. I was the first to suggest that we take it a little further.

I suggested that we place an ad and see what kind of attention we could generate. We decided to join and place an ad on Swappernet. Beth was nervous about being recognized, but as we browsed the ads she realized that it was easy to conceal ones identity.

The act of completing the profile and choosing the photo to use was exciting for us. I don't think either of us was seriously considering meeting someone through the website, but it was thrilling to play with fire. We chose a photo from our trip to Jamaica. We were standing hand in hand on the beach with hats and sunglasses. Beth was topless. It was a good photo in that our identity was obscured and yet it was quite revealing.

When we finally submitted the completed profile our hearts were racing. It was a Friday night and the kids were gone for the weekend. Once it was up and we could review the profile, Beth wasn't so sure about the idea, but I convinced her to wait and see what happened. We made love and talked about what kind of response we would get.

Beth was certain that no one would reply. "Who would want a married forty-something year old woman," she asked. After about an hour we checked back in and found that we had 12 messages. Several were from guys with canned replies, most with pictures of their genitalia. A few were from couples with similar interests.

We chatted back and forth with one couple part of the evening. The husband also enjoyed watching his wife with other men and had some experience. Their profile had photos the wife and several of her acquaintances. Beth was not that impressed with any of the responses. She was impressed with the interest everyone showed in her.

Over the next several weeks, we continued to play on the website. We added a few photos of Beth being careful not to show her face. We found it exciting to take pictures just to post online. We would browse profiles and respond to those who had contacted us. It was very exciting to talk with people who were commenting on your wife's nude photos and telling you what they wanted to do with her.

It was a heady and erotic time and it added immensely to our great sex life. We had discussed some rules and added to them as we went along. Most importantly we never revealed our identity and we never corresponded with anyone without the others knowledge.

Our first month passed without anyone of interest contacting us. Then it happened. I came home from the office late one Friday and Beth met me at the door. She was flushed and giddy. She told me that she had spent hours chatting with a guy online. She guided me into the bedroom, out of earshot of the kids, and continued her story.

Greg had emailed us and said that he loved our profile. I pulled up his profile and read it carefully. Rather than telling us what he wanted to do, he had taken the time to read our profile and understood our desires. He was 24, single and had posted a normal picture showing his face. Beth loved that.

He and Beth had sent about twenty emails each. He seemed a little shy but definitely knew what he wanted. Beth had been very candid with him and had talked about how much I enjoyed watching her with others. She had briefly mentioned our trip to Jamaica without too many details. He was concerned that I was interested in him too, but Beth reassured him that was not the case.

The chatting had stopped when the kids got home from school, but they agreed to continue the discussion later. As I read the emails, Beth had stood behind me rubbing my shoulders.

"What do you think," she asked nervously?

"Well we just met. I not really sue yet," I said smiling.

To be honest, I was surprised with her choice. I was expecting something else altogether. Beth was clearly excited. Greg was 6 feet tall with blonde hair and gray eyes. He was very reserved in his profile especially when he described his likes and dislikes.

"What do you like about him," I asked?

"Well I really don't want to meet him Steve, he's just fun to talk to. He was a lot more interesting than the others that emailed us. He didn't even have a picture of his penis on the profile. I like that in a guy," she said with a wink.

"When are we supposed to get back to him," I asked.

"I told him that we would be online tonight or tomorrow night," she said in a business like matter.

After the children were asleep, we sat down at the computer and noticed that Greg was online. Beth emailed him and we spent the better part of the night getting to know each other. He sent a few more pictures of himself including a few of him in the nude. One showed him with a young lady giving him a blowjob.

Beth enjoyed chatting with him. I was concerned that he was too young...more than 15 years younger than Beth. He was the least aggressive and most civil of those we had 'met' online. He was very complimentary to Beth and her appearance. Beth was smitten, but wasn't ready to consider a meeting.

We continued to talk with Greg and browse the profiles as well as answer our mail. We received a message from Anthony. It was a short and general greeting saying that he liked our profile and would like to know more about us. His profile was interesting. He was a 38 year old man who lived about 100 miles away. He posted a G-rated photo that showed a handsome smiling black man. He listed his likes, dislikes and fantasies.

I emailed him back and we chatted awhile. I showed the profile to Beth later that evening. She smiled as she read his profile and emails. We exchanged a few more messages that evening and in the next few days.

Anthony was more persistent than Greg in wanting to proceed with a meeting. He never failed to mention Beth's photos and express his desire for her. We shared our "private gallery" with Anthony. It had several more photos of Beth and a few more of us. He was constantly asking for more. I was comfortable in chatting with him, but Beth seemed uncomfortable with his aggressiveness.

We enjoyed talking about Anthony in bed. She would bring him up during sex as she knew how excited it made me. I noticed that it drove her over the edge too.

It had been a little over a year since our vacation to Jamaica and the conversations with Anthony soon had us talking about a meeting. Beth was reluctant to proceed, but I encouraged her to consider meeting someone just for the erotic impact it had on our love life. She became an animal after our internet sessions.

She agreed to consider a meeting, but was interested in meeting Greg. She felt that Anthony was too pushy and forceful. Beth was the one to ask Greg if he would be interested in meeting us sometime. Greg quickly agreed to meet. He lived in St. Louis which was less than a days drive from where we lived, close enough to drive and far enough to be completely anonymous.

We arranged a meeting in two weeks. I expected Beth to back out as soon as she made the commitment. We had agreed that either one of us could back out at anytime. The next day I was surprised to learn that she had been busy making arrangements. Her parents would watch the kids while she accompanied me to a conference in St. Louis. She had made reservations at the Adam's Mark Hotel and she had called my office and canceled my appointments for the Friday we were due to leave. She certainly was convincing so far.

She and Greg had exchanged emails and we to meet at a lounge called AJ's in the Adam's Mark at 8pm on Friday night. After she shared all the details with me, she gave me a wet kiss and asked me how I felt about the trip. I moaned as she found and stroked my erect penis. "I think I have your answer," she said in a sultry voice.

Beth had been reluctant to bring others into our life. She had done so at my urging the year before while on vacation in Jamaica. We both enjoyed the excitement and have enjoyed the afterglow from those events ever since. We were both concerned that our actions would weaken our marriage, but it seems to have done nothing of the sort and it has added a tremendous intensity to our relationship.

She was also confused when she realized that I was only interested in sharing her with others and not in seeking others to have sex with me. I had not understood my desire to watch my wife with other men and I still don't. I was reassured when I realized how common the fantasy is among men. Beth was amazed when I shared this information with her. There is a tremendous amount of information on the web dealing with this fetish.

My darling Beth has read and researched this subject. She is always using what she has learned to tease and seduce me. During sex, Beth will talk of previous encounters or fantasy men to bring me to the edge of climax and then push me over. She has found what excites me and uses it to our advantage.

Still she is more comfortable in the fantasy world than in the real world when it comes to my little fetish. I thought the packing and preparations were to titillate me. I was surprised when the big day arrived and she awoke early and stopped by the bank for cash before returning home. I was impressed with her arrangements. I then thought that we were going to use this as a springboard to a romantic getaway for the two of us.

I checked our email before we left and noticed a message from Greg saying that he was looking forward to seeing us and confirming the time and place. I began to wonder if this was really going to happen.

It was a long ride to St. Louis. Beth was quiet but appeared nervous. She normally reads on long trips, but she didn't on this one. We finally arrived and checked into the Adam's Mark. It was an impressive hotel. We checked out AJ's before going to our room. It was 5pm and in 3 hours it would be time to play or fold.

We showered. I watched as Beth dressed. She wasn't interested in intimacy and rebuffed my attempts. She dressed in a short skirt and heels. A sheer low cut top covered a black bra. She wore simple earrings and a bracelet. Her necklace accented her lovely breasts.

We had a nice diner in the hotel and enjoyed a bottle of wine together. Beth's nervousness eased a little. I looked at my watch and it was 7:30pm. I was certain she would back out anytime.

"Don't you think we should talk a little before this happens Beth," I asked?

She looked at me and started to speak rapidly. It was an emotional outpouring. "What are we doing Steve? I am so nervous. I can't believe I set this meeting up. What if he doesn't show up? Oh my God, what if he does? I'm not sure what we should do."

I listened and watched and realized that this was a real meeting and she really set this up. "It will be fine Beth. We have not made any commitments. We are only here to meet a friend. A friend that doesn't know our names or where we live. We can walk out and forget it ever happened. We will be fine Beth...just relax."

Beth took another big drink of wine. I ordered another bottle. My wife looked beautiful. She managed a nervous smile. She was looking around as if he might walk into the restaurant.

"Beth I love you," I said while looking into her eyes. She stopped fidgeting immediately and looked at me.

"Thank you," she replied.

"I mean it Beth! You have done this for my benefit. I thought this was an elaborate fantasy night that you invented to get me off. But you have really set up a meeting with a guy we met on the internet for the purpose have having sex. I know you have done this for my fantasy and because it excites me. I love you for that." I was looking into her eyes as I talked.

Beth was watching me intently as I spoke. She was measuring my expressions and looking for reassurance.

"I enjoy it too," she admitted sheepishly.

I looked at her in disbelief.

"I really do. Our first time in Jamaica was so intense. It was hard to get over the fact that you were watching me have sex with Alan, but I managed. It was intensely exciting and I enjoyed it with you and because of you. Our second time at the club was a little over the top and I am still embarrassed by the way I acted that night. I don't want to put ourselves in a situation like that again. It was almost out of control." Beth was settling down and we were finally communicating our feelings. I wished we had talked more on the ride over.

"It is exciting to meet new people and consider them as sexual partners. It's almost like we are dating again except we have the security of each other. I can't say that I understand how you feel about letting me have sex with other men, but I respect that it is exciting to you and I will try my best to share this with you. I just worry that your interest in sharing me will pass and you will then resent what I have done." Beth was serious as she talked and intently studying my reaction.

"Even if I lost my desire to watch you with others Beth, I couldn't resent what you have done. You have done it because I have asked you to and for my enjoyment. I don't know any wife so dedicated to her husband that she would go as far as you have for me. My only concern is that we can stop if either of us ever wants to." Beth nodded as I spoke.

"Are you worried about me being able to stop," she asked?

"Yes. What if you find someone and you don't want to stop." I felt insecure as I admitted this to her.

"I'm glad to hear you say that Steve. I would not let that happen. Where else would I find a husband that lets me play the field?" Beth finally broke into a sexy smile as she talked.

Beth looked at her watch and finished her wine.

"We're late!" She rose as she spoke.

I looked at my watch and it was 5 minutes after 8pm. We stopped by the toilets and hurried to AJ's. It was easier to be late as we didn't have much time to nervously wait. We arrived at the lounge and stood at the door. I opened the door and watched as Beth took a deep breath, gave me a coy look and walked in. We walked past the bar and found a secluded table and sat down.

"I hope you are sure about this Steve," Beth tilted her head a little as she waited for a response.

"I'll let you know in an hour or so," I said smiling.

We were both startled when Greg appeared from nowhere and greeted us.

"Hi! I saw you come in. You look better than you do in your profile." Greg seemed happy to see us.

"Sorry we are late. Dinner ran over a little," I said.

"Just got here myself," he said. "Can I get you a drink?"

We exchanged pleasantries and had several drinks. Gregg was drinking vodka mixes and had a few shots. Beth and I stuck with red wine. I love the effect red wine has on my wife and she was drinking a little more than usual.

The lounge was becoming crowded and noisy. It was difficult to have an intimate conversation. Greg also knew several of the locals. After a couple of hours, he suggested a different bar. Greg left for the restroom and gave us a chance to talk.

"What do you think," I asked?

Beth grinned broadly and said, "He's kind of cute don't you think?" She wasn't drunk but she had lowered her inhibitions considerably.

"Do you want to go to another bar or go dancing," I asked? Beth and I both disliked dancing.

"No. I think if we are going to do this we should do it," she said matter of factly.

"You sure you're ready and he's the one," I asked?

"You're the one big guy! He'll do though if that's what you want." Beth was giggling as she spoke. "Don't you like him sweetie?"

"He's fine Beth. It's what you want that's important. I want you to be comfortable with whom you chose." I was getting a little nervous as we spoke. I didn't know how I could ask him to the room and I was sure that Beth wouldn't ask.

"I know what you want. You want that black one to do me don't you? That's what you want, isn't it? You can admit it to me...I'm your wife."

I smiled at how the wine had affected my wife. "That would have been nice Beth. I can understand your preference though."

"Maybe some other time sweetie," she gave me a sultry smile and a wink as she spoke.

Greg returned and sat across from us.

"What do you two think? Dancing or another bar?" He was tapping the table nervously as he spoke.

I was attempting to find the nerve to ask him to our room when Beth spoke up. "We were thinking about taking you home with us Greg. What do you think about that?"

Greg smiled and swallowed nervously. "Yea, that would be fine too I guess."

We all sat there for a very long moment and looked around the bar. Beth giggled and said, "Bottoms up!"

We stood a headed for the exit. We took the elevator and Beth and I held hands as we arrived at our floor. Greg walked behind us as we walked the long hallway. We passed a group of three couples and they seemed to give us a sly, knowing look. I inserted the card in our door and opened the door. Beth still held my hand. I could sense her nervousness.

We entered the room. Greg took a seat on the love seat and Beth sat beside him. Greg appeared uncomfortable. I sat in the chair, turned on the television and found the music channel. I left to use the restroom and purposely gave them a little extra time. When I returned to the sitting area, Beth was kissing Greg who seemed a little awkward. I think my presence bothered him a little.

Beth noticed his apprehension too and glanced at me. I smiled and nodded at her. She turned toward Greg and placed her hands on his face and kissed him fully. She lifted her leg and placed it over his lap.

"She's had a little too much to drink Greg. I think we are going to have to deal with her advances," I said with a smile.

Greg returned her kisses and placed his arm around her neck. Beth was encouraged and continued to kiss him. She would occasionally glance at me and wink or smile. I was loving this. My lovely wife seducing the younger man.

Beth finally stood up and kneeled in front of Greg.

"What have you got in mind Greg," she purred.

"I don't know," he mumbled.

"Let me help you make a decision," Beth giggled.

She lifted her top over her head and unsnapped her bra. Beth is small and muscular, but she has breasts that are on the larger size. I love the way they lay on her chest and especially the way they look when she leans forward. She leaned into Greg and kissed him. He responded by caressing her chest.

It dawned on me that this was the opposite of what had occurred in Jamaica. Beth was the passive one and Alan was the aggressor. Beth had assumed that role with Greg. I was loving it, but Greg still seemed uncomfortable.

Beth undid his belt and lifted him off the sofa with it. He stood in front of her as she unzipped his pants and lowered them to his ankles. Beth next placed her mouth against the front of his shorts and kissed him over his penis. She grasped the elastic, lowered them to his knees and then stared at his flaccid penis. She helped him step out of his pants and reached for his cock.

"Let's see if we can't get you interested." She was speaking to his penis as she firmly stroked and kneaded it. She stood and faced Greg. Her breasts were touching his chest and her hand was stroking his cock. She kissed him and placed her free arm around his neck. She kissed his neck and ear. I saw her whisper something in his ear. Greg nodded and sat down on the sofa.
I was still in the chair watching this unfold. Beth let him sit down, but she never released his penis. She smiled as she looked into his eyes and then she bent over and took his cock into her mouth. She took it all the way in at first and used her hands to pull him to the edge of the sofa. He groaned as she then placed a hand at the base of his penis and milked him with her hand and mouth in unison. Greg moaned and leaned back. I knew just how he felt as I loved it when my wife's did this to me.. Next she massaged his balls and perineum with her free hand. Greg grunted and raised his hips a little as she did this.

Beth developed her own rhythm as she pumped him with her hand and mouth and massaged his balls. Greg was rocking with her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He began to fondle her nipples as best as he could. Beth loves this. She began to moan and pick up her rhythm.

My wife released Greg's penis after several minutes and it dropped into his lap. Greg had a rather large penis, but he remained flaccid. Not to be discouraged, Beth removed her panties and skirt. She was now naked in front of Greg. He reached and felt Beth's mons and lowered his hand to her vulva. I could see his change position and rub across her opening and clitoris. Beth moaned and threw her head back as she did. She once again reached for his cock and stroked him while allowing him to stroke her opening.

"What can I do for you stud," she whispered loudly? "Anything special you like?"

"What you were doing was fine," he replied.

Beth returned to her blowjob. This time she was on her knees and elbows beside him on the sofa giving him access to her breasts and to her vagina if he stretched. As she sucked him into her mouth he pulled at her nipple and kneaded her breasts. Beth moaned and increased her pace. She would occasionally remove her mouth and look at him as she continued to stroke him. Greg remained completely flaccid.

Beth was persistent. I watched as she lowered her mouth to the base of his cock and slowly pull back with her mouth and hand. She would hold him there for a few seconds and moan with him. His flaccid penis would stretch tremendously and then she would relax and return to the base of his penis Nothing worked!

"I've got an idea," Beth squealed. "Let's get in bed."

My wife jumped up and led him to the bed by his cock. They lay side by side and then she leaned over him to continue her blowjob. I remained in the chair to give Greg a little distance. Beth continued to work over the young man. She would occasionally suck his nipples or kiss him while continuing to pump him with her hands.

After more than thirty minutes, it became apparent that we had a problem.

"How can I help you Greg," Beth pleaded? "Would you like to go down on me?"

Greg was worried and embarrassed now.

"Would you like to watch my husband and me get started?" "Would you like to try and be by yourself for awhile?"

Greg finally got out of bed and put on his clothes. He headed for the door.

"I need a little air, I'll be back in a little while."

After the door closed Beth looked at me with a look of frustration. I joined her in the bed and kissed her.

"What did I do wrong Steve?" She was visibly upset. Beth had never had someone fail to respond to her best efforts.

"You didn't do anything wrong Beth. You could have given a dead man an erection. Look at me...you didn't even touch me and I am hard as a rock." I held her as I talked.

"I am so frustrated," she said as she dropped to her back and felt her vagina.

I felt her and she was indeed very ready. I lowered my mouth to her and flicked her labia and clitoris.

"He was young and very immature Beth. I think he got in over his head and he knew it. I don't think it would have helped if I would have left either." I was gently caressing her sex as I spoke.

"You don't think it was me then," she asked?

"No way in the world, you were magnificent Beth," I reassured. "One good thing about wife sharing Beth. If your date sucks you still have your hubby to play with."

She laughed and came to me. I undressed and she began working on my penis. We made passionate love.

Beth woke me the next morning.

"Can you believe that Greg never came back or called?"

"He'll never know what he missed," I added. "Let's play all day. What do you want to do?"

"First thing we need is a shower," she said as she ran to the bathroom.

I opened the laptop to check my email while I waited for Beth to finish. I noticed several unimportant messages and a message that we had mail on Swappernet. I figured Greg had sent his regrets but I was surprised to see a message from Anthony. He was just checking in and letting us know he was still interested.

When Beth came out of the shower I showed her the message. She raised her eyebrows and squirmed a little.

"I was so ready for last night to happen. I wish we had picked Anthony like you wanted," she was shaking her head as she talked.

"We could still talk to him and see if he's interested Beth," I added.

"He's too far away to make it to St.Louis before we have to leave," she explained.

"Beth, Anthony lives closer to St. Louis than he does to our house." "If you want to try and get a hold of him, he might be able to meet us here," I offered. "We could also spend the rest of the weekend alone."

Beth looked at me with the awe that a revelation brings. I had called her bluff. I knew she was frustrated after last night and I knew that Anthony wasn't her first choice, but the option was available.

"Send him a message and see what he says," she said still a little unsure.

I knew Beth was frustrated and she knew we could spend the rest of the weekend enjoying each other. I loved the interracial thing and she was not so much against it as she just wasn't excited about it.

I sent a message to Anthony and hit the shower. I mentioned we were in St. Louis and asked him what he had in mind.

Beth was finishing her makeup as I dried off.

"Do you want to go shopping this morning," I asked.

"What about Anthony? We'll miss his message." She acted like I was just not thinking.

I realized that she was more than a little interested in trying again. I checked for mail and sure enough he had a message waiting for us.

"I would love to meet you two. St. Louis is a great city and I know it well. I am about two hours from you now and I want to meet you and that sexy lady. What time works for you?" Beth was looking over my shoulder as I read his message.

"He doesn't suffer from shyness, does he," she said as she shook her head.

"We can have a great day by ourselves and head home tomorrow if you want. We can invite him over and see what happens. I am fine either way Beth." I was serious as I spoke. I knew she wasn't sure about him and I didn't want to push her into a meeting that she didn't really want to happen.

"What would you like to do Steve? I mean what do you really want to do?" Beth looked back at his message as she spoke.

"I want to invite him over and see what happens. As we have always said, we aren't obligated to do anything that doesn't feel right. It might get really exciting." I rubbed her shoulder as she looked at the laptop. She was now reviewing his profile and looking at his photo.

"I think you just want to see me with a black guy," she said with a sly smile and a wink.

"I think you have already given me that pleasure my daring wife." Beth flushed as she realized that she had indeed been with a Jamaican and a few other nationalities as well. I understood how she could have lost track though. Beth squirmed in her seat as she turned to me.

"Invite him over and let's see what he's got." My wife had made her decision and was now getting into her playful mode.

I sent a message to Anthony that we could meet at 7pm. He suggested a restaurant in Union Station. He suggested that this was a great place to spend the day and we agreed to meet at Houlihan's.

Beth just shook her head when she realized how quickly it had happened. We took off for the day. We found Union Station and loved the place. We found Houlihan's. Beth flushed when she saw the place. My heart was racing too.

We got back to the hotel just after 5:30pm and got ready for the evening. After our shower I noticed that Beth seemed a little apprehensive.

"What should I wear," she asked.

We looked through her clothes and decided on a skirt and blouse. The blouse was white and very sheer. She wore a flesh tone bra under the blouse. Sandals and a necklace completed the outfit. She looked fantastic.

We made our way to Union Station and parked. We got to Houlihan's a little early and sat in the lounge. We had a drink and looked at each other with nervous excitement. Anthony was a little late, but arrived with a single red rose for Beth. She smiled and thanked him. We had a few drinks and exchanged pleasantries. Anthony said he was ecstatic to be there and thanked us for inviting him. We thanked him for making the trip on such short notice.

We walked to the restaurant and ate a light meal. All the time we talked about our relationship and our experiences. Anthony had been married but divorced 3 years earlier. He dated frequently, but enjoyed the thrill of meeting others for sex. He especially enjoyed meeting couples and commented about how prevalent it was for men to enjoy sharing their wives. He laughed as he said he didn't understand it, but he was always happy to share a fine lady with her husband.

After finishing our meal Anthony offered to show us around the city. We jumped in his Hummer and drove by the arch, the stadiums and along the Mississippi River. He asked if we had enough history and offered to take us to a few clubs he knew. We were more than ready.

We crossed the River and headed into Illinois. We stopped in a bar called PT's. It was a wild place and we were amazed at the size of the club. There were several stages and strippers occupied a few. We grabbed a table near a stage and settled in. Beth had less to drink than the previous night, but she was still in the mood for fun.

"Why don't they ever have guys stripping," she demanded.

"There will be some guys for you Beth," Anthony said with a grin.

"Really!" I can't wait for that," Beth squealed.

"There will also be a few amateurs later on. Maybe we'll get you up there too," he was watching her reaction as he talked.

Beth ignored him and we ordered a few drinks. A stripper took the stage and we all enjoyed the show. Beth was mesmerized. I don't think she had ever been to a strip club before. Anthony gave her a few bills and told Beth to place them in her G string. Beth loved it.

"I think you would like a lap dance darling," Anthony said to Beth as she watched the girl. Beth knew what that was but he explained it to her anyway. Beth was sitting between us and Anthony was touching her shoulder and placing his arm around her back in non- threatening ways. He even squeezed her thigh just above the knee once. Beth didn't seem to notice or if she did, she didn't mind. She seemed to be enjoying the place.

She noticed a few girls running around topless. They didn't seem to be strippers. They had skirts or jeans on and they were running around with drinks in their hands. Several seemed to have men with them. Anthony explained that after 10pm on weekends, topless women and their dates drank free. Beth giggled when she heard that.

Anthony whispered to me that he thought I would enjoy this place. Several of these women had wedding rings on and were with their husbands. I love the idea of exposing you wife for a few drinks. I doubted Beth would go along with that though.

She asked where the male strippers were and Anthony pointed her in the general direction.

"I'll be back in a little while," she said as she headed off.

"Think we should go with her," I asked.

"No, she'll be just fine," Anthony chuckled.

We walked around the place and watched several dancers. A few were amateurs. It was a great place. We saw Beth walking toward us with three drinks and gave them to us. She was fully dressed but I knew that she had left her purse at the hotel.

"How did you pay for these," I asked.

"I gave the bartender a couple of tips," she giggled. With that she reached under her arm and handed me her bra. I looked a little closer and realized she was covered only by her sheer blouse and it didn't cover much.

"I think you are supposed to leave your top off for the drinks," Anthony warned.

"Nope, the bartender said that if I flashed them I could have a round for me and my date. He was a little shocked when I told him I had two dates."

I looked in the direction from which she came and a whole line of guys at a bar toasted us. I pointed them out to Beth and she smiled and waved at them. Then she gave me her glass and flashed them again along with half the bar. Anthony protested as he was behind her missed the show.

"I think you'll get your chance later stud." My wife was smiling seductively as she spoke.

Anthony tried to talk her into getting on a stage but she refused. He then offered her a lap dance, but she declined.

"I love this place guys, but I think it's time to leave. Don't you?" Beth looked at me as she asked the question. I wasn't sure what she was thinking. Had she had enough and wanted to end the evening? Did she want to continue with Anthony? As we got ready to leave, several of the guys at the bar protested. Beth stopped to use the toilet before we left.

As she emerged, she walked to me and gave me a sultry look. She handed me something, grabbed my hand and led me toward the door. I glanced down and realized that she had given me her panties. I placed them in my pocket with her bra.

When we reached the Hummer, Beth climbed in the front with Anthony. I got in the back and we left the club. Anthony was driving and cajoling Beth over the fact that she had neglected to flash her titties for him. After awhile she relented and unbuttoned her top. As he stopped at a red light, she turned toward him and opened her blouse. I had a perfect view of her as she gave me a sly smile.

Anthony went crazy telling Beth how beautiful her titties were.

"I can't wait touch and suck those baby." Beth was blushing as he continued. " You're going to let me have them aren't you?"

We were driving through a run down section of town. Several groups of black men and teenagers were standing around on the corners. Anthony would slow down and stare at them. They would nod at each other occasionally.

"Baby will you do me a favor?" He was looking Beth up and down while he talked. "It's a status thing in these places for a brother to have a sweet white thing in his car with him. It would drive these fools nuts if you would take off you blouse and let the boys see you sitting here with me."

I was a little nervous about the neighborhood and watched Beth carefully. She looked at me and then looked back at Anthony and slowly slipped her blouse off. She was topless in the front seat.

"Hand it to your hubby baby," he directed.

I saw a large group of blacks at the next light. They were hanging out by the curb and noticed the Hummer as we approached. Anthony slowed and rolled up to the curb. He rolled the window down and asked the group how they were doing. Two of them walked up to the window and realized my wife was missing her blouse. Beth stared at them without flinching. I'm certain that she was terrified.

"Sweet!" Both of them were nodding as they stared at Beth's tits. They nodded to Anthony as he slowly pulled away. He did this a few more times before we reached the interstate.

Beth remained topless as we returned to our car. I opened the door to get into our car and Beth started to get out.

"You can't get out like that Baby. Why don't you ride with me and we can follow your man to the hotel."

I wasn't sure about the idea, but Beth stopped and sat back in the seat. She lifted her eyebrows and smiled when we made eye contact. I held up her blouse and got into our car. I was a little worried that he wouldn't follow me and I was relieved when he did. As I watched them in the rear view mirror, I could barely make out my wife's bare chest when they neared a streetlight. They were having an animated conversation. We parked about eight spaces away from each other in the garage. I got out to deliver her blouse and I was surprised to see them walking toward me arm in arm. My wife's breasts were swaying back and forth as she walked and Anthony had a huge smile on his face.

"You want to put this on," I asked as I held up her blouse?

"I guess I had better," she said with a wicked smile.

We walked through the lounge and onto the elevator. Once on the elevator, Beth turned and gave me a hug and a wet kiss. She released me and turned to Anthony and did the same.

"You will come to our room for awhile won't you," she asked?

"I didn't think you would ever ask," he said laughing.

Anthony stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse as the elevator stopped. He pulled the blouse aside, exposing her breasts completely. I followed as they walked arm in arm to the room. No one was in the hallway this time and I wonder what she would have done had there been. As we reached the room, they turned and faced me. I slid the card in the lock and stepped back to allow them to enter first.

Beth let her blouse fall to the floor as she stepped across the threshold. Anthony turned to her and they embraced for a long time. Beth pulled the knit shirt over Anthony's head. They embraced again then separated slightly to kiss. Beth's nipples were erect and gently brushing Anthony's dark chest as they breathed heavily.

Beth's excitement was betrayed by her trembling hands as she caressed his back and neck. She guided him toward the loveseat and sat him down. My wife knelt astride him on the loveseat without ever breaking the sultry kiss. She placed her hands on his chest and pulled away slightly. Anthony followed her, but dropped his mouth to a nipple as she pulled away. Beth's head fell back and she let out a sigh.

He sucked and pulled at her breasts. The nipples were shining with his saliva and Beth began to moan. Anthony dropped his hand under her skirt and Beth jumped noticeably as he found his target. He was licking and sucking her breasts as his hand worked on her clitoris. He cupped his free hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a wet kiss. Beth has always loved to be kissed during sex, and she let out a guttural moan as they kissed.

My wife was lost in the sex now. She was bucking against Anthony's black hand and he alternated between her breasts and kissing her wetly. It was such an erotic scene. I was surprised when Beth began to climax. She normally needs a period of extended foreplay before she cums, but she was starting an orgasm while she straddled him on the sofa. Anthony recognized Beth's building orgasm and quickened his pace. He pulled her head down and kissed her deeply.

That was all my lovely wife needed. She began groaning into his mouth and rocking her pelvis rhythmically against his rapidly moving hand. It lasted over a minute. As Beth slowly came down from her climax, she slumped against his chest. Her chest was heaving and she whimpered a little. She jumped and grabbed his hand as she does when she is touched on her clitoris too soon after an orgasm.

She sat upright and pushed away from him with her hands on his shoulders.

"That was amazing! I don't think I've ever gotten off that quickly before," Beth giggled as she talked. "What else can you do with a girl?"

Beth looked over her shoulder at me. I was sitting in the chair next to them.

"You OK," she asked with a look of concern?

I nodded. My mouth was too dry to speak. I was in shock at what I had just witnessed. I wasn't sure how I felt, but I had an erection that was guiding my thought processes.
Beth slid to the floor in front of our guest. She leaned forward and nibbled at his crotch through his slacks. Anthony stood and undid his belt and pants. My wife lowered them with his boxers in one fell swoop. His penis sprang upward as his underwear released it. Anthony was fully erect. Beth looked upward as she sat on her legs before him. She stared at the underside of his cock for a moment before she reached up and wrapped her hand around him.

Anthony's penis was large, but not huge. He was thicker than me and perhaps an inch longer. His testicles hung heavily. Beth placed her other hand beneath them and lifted them gently as her fingers probed his perineum. She stroked and massaged him. I noticed his hips began to rock with her as she played with him.

Beth rose to her knees. She licked him from the top of his scrotum to the tip of his penis as she rose. After hesitating for a moment, she engulfed the head of his cock and about half of its length. I was surprised by my wife's aggressiveness. She wasted no time before she began a blowjob in earnest.

Anthony was hard as a rock and finding it difficult to stand as Beth pumped his cock and continued to suck him. He slowly sat in the loveseat. My sexy wife followed him down never missing a stroke. He scooted to the edge of the seat as Beth worked his cock and balls with an intensity I have experienced many times.

Anthony reached for her breast as she serviced him. He was pulling and gently pinching her nipple. As she bobbed up and down on his penis, her breasts were moving in a circular motion. I can get very excited just watching her breasts sway as she walks and this was driving me crazy. I think both of them had forgotten about me at this point.

Beth came off of his cock and sat back on her legs. She kept stroking him firmly. His eyes were closed in concentration as he laid back on the loveseat. His cock was wet and shiny with my wife's saliva. It was standing tall and angry.

"Does that feel good for you?" Beth was watching his expression carefully as she spoke.

"Oh baby, that feels so fine. Don't stop now," he pled.

Beth looked over at me and gave me a questioning look. I gave her a wink. She winked back and then turned to our guest. She took his penis into her mouth as far as she could and then slowly pulled back using her hand for counter traction. Anthony rose briefly and then fell back with a moan. I smiled nervously since I knew just what he was feeling.

As Beth continued, She would slow her pace if Anthony were nearing his orgasm. She was enjoying herself and varying the pace to make it last. I wondered if she planned to finish him in her mouth or fuck him. I didn't have to wait very long for my answer.

Anthony seemed very close to cumming. He was moaning and rocking his hips. Beth was trying her best to keep up with him. She finally stopped sucking and held his dick and cupped his balls. Anthony was almost angry. He begged her not to stop. Beth just smiled and held his genitals.

When he had calmed down, she guided him with his penis. He rose and followed her to the bed. My wife slipped off her skirt and was now completely nude. She led him to the bed and he laid on his back. Beth straddled him so that his cock was rubbing on her clitoris as she moved it or rocked her pelvis. She stayed in this position for a long time. I could tell she was nearing another climax.

I suddenly felt awkward that I was the only one with any clothes on. I left the chair and walked near the bed. I was near her side as she rubbed her opening along the length of his cock. My wife smiled at me, but it was a distant smile. She was preoccupied and nearing an orgasm.

Beth was stroking his penis with her right hand, holding it tight against her vulva as she rocked her pelvis hard against the base of his cock. His cock was glistening again, but this time with her vaginal juices. Beth began to cum again. She reached for my hand and held it tight. She was breathing hard. She picked up her pace considerably.

Anthony now realized that she was cumming. He had been preoccupied with his own pleasure, but as I watched, he broke into a grin and added his thrusts to her pelvic pleasure. He kneaded her tits and tugged her nipples. This seemed to send her over the edge.

Beth began moaning and shaking her head to and fro. She was almost crying. She was squeezing my hand so tight it was almost painful. When she finally came down from her climax, my wife was a different person. She seemed filled with lust. She was an animal.

"I've got to have you inside me Anthony," she panted.

She was jerking him off as though she wanted him to get hard, but he was as hard as steel.

"Help me please! I've got to have you. Get inside of me. I got to feel you cum in me." Beth was in a trance and pleading now. She dropped my hand and used her hand to raise up by pushing against his hip. She used her other hand to guide his dick to her vagina. I watched as she rubbed it back and forth over her opening, making sure that it was lubricated. She gasped and jerked as it hit her clitoris.

She raised up and leaned forward. She was squatting over his manhood. Anthony was stabilizing her by holding her head. She centered his penis at the opening and hesitated. My wife looked at me with a far away look in her eyes. Anthony's arm was partially blocking her view.

"I love you," she mouthed the words more than said them. I understood her just the same.

With that she returned her stare to Anthony as she lowered herself on his cock. She let out a low moan as she took him inside her. She raised back up after taking in half his length. She took him completely over the next few strokes.

Beth began to fuck Anthony hard. We seldom use the word as Beth hates it, but there was no other word to describe her. She would rapidly bob up and down for a while and then lower herself all the way onto him and milk him with pelvic thrusts. Anthony was getting close again and having fun with her tits and nipples. Beth was glowing.

Finally she tired and rolled off of him. She lay on her back and pulled him on top of her.

"Give it to me stud," she commanded!

Anthony smiled broadly as he slid between her legs and guided his erect and shiny cock into my wife. He slid in without difficulty. Beth bent her knees and raised them to his sides. Her toes were pointing parallel to the bed. She had her hands on his brown ass pulling him into her.

As he started to fuck her, Beth looked at me again. Anthony noticed and looked my way.

"She's a wild woman dude!" He was sweaty and excited as he talked. I nodded and smiled.

Beth reached for my hand again and I held her as Anthony had his way with her. I strained to look ay their union. My wife was soaking wet and she was coating his penis as he pistoned in and out. Her vaginal opening was partially turning inside out as he withdrew, but went back inside as he reentered her. Anthony slowed and pulled back so that I could get a good look. He then resumed his pace.

Hey were both lost in the sex. Anthony began to grunt and announce he was cumming. His pace became mechanical, almost a blur. My wife was gently holding his hips as he used her. Her legs were splayed and moved with his thrusts. Her toes were always pointed, but bouncing up and down with his thrusts. She squeezed my hand and looked at me as Anthony began to cum in her.

Anthony grunted and groaned as he began his climax. He buried himself as deeply as he could and held it for a brief moment. Then he withdrew and began to fuck Beth with a frantic rhythm. He screamed and yelled as he emptied into my wife. He finally stopped and collapsed on her. She let go of my hand and held him.

I returned to the chair. I was so hard I considered going to the bathroom to relieve myself. I wasn't sure if the evening was over for them or I think I would have.

After a long embrace, Beth whispered something into Anthony's ear. He thought for a moment and then he got out of the bed. His penis was flaccid now. He dressed without looking at me. He walked to the bathroom and Beth motioned me to come closer.

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" She put her arm around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss.

"That was so amazing Beth. Thank you," I answered.

"I don't think you should be thanking your wife for doing that with another guy dear," she smiled and kissed me again.

"What did you say to Anthony," I asked?

"I told him that I need to spend a little with my husband," she smiled as she spoke. A little wisp of insecurity broke through as she spoke.

Just then Anthony emerged from the toilet and said goodbye. Beth quickly covered herself as I rose to say goodbye. I found it ironic that she was uncomfortable being seen undressed by the guy that just had sex with her. I realized that she's a mysterious and wonderful woman.

Anthony asked me to call him if we are ever in the mood for another adventure. He said he had some great ideas for us. I smiled and walked him to the door.

I undressed and joined my wife in bed. We embraced and made love. She made me a very satisfied man for the second time that night.