Interracial wife slut story.

For an entire year, Alvin called our house. Sometimes my wife answered to his delight, and sometimes he caught me to his dismay, but we had always been friends while my wife worked as a hostess and he the cook. Alvin had apparently got rock hard over the gossip about Olivia fucking the restaurant mgr. They had parted ways over a year ago but he was insistant on meeting my wife for perhaps an easy fuck?

Maybe he noticed we were a cuckold couple and I would share her with him?
On a whim one afternoon, I picked up the phone and it was Alvin, I told him we’d meet him for a drink at a place of his choosing. Olivia was standing 10ft away and giggled. I explained that having a drink with Alvin would be the greatest gift she’d handed out in over a year. He seemed obsessed with her, and I understood that. Olivia took a bubble bath, put on a tiny yellow and white sun dress with yellow panties and white trim, matching white 3″ pumps with no nylons and we were off sort of. I stopped by the races to show her off in the clubhouse, make some bets, and prep her like any good Cuck would.
It was around 10pm when we found the Blue Bahama, as Olivia pranced across the street from our parking spot on this desolate alley near the river bottom. A blue sign read “pkg liquors” and these flood lights hung from the side of the bar onto to this dirt parking lot. The doorway had this iron barred gate for closing time. Everyone seemed to be staring at the only white lillies in this field. Once inside, Alvin was all smiles to the point of noticeable delirious at the sight of Olivia. Alvin was about 6′ 230lb, and had on these khakis with a white golf shirt. His smile was contageous with these two large teeth that stuck out when he laughed. Olivia occupied the stool next to Alvin and prickteased him with her soft white thighs, dark maroon toe nails and the tops of her titties with one strap hanging down.
I think this perhaps too much excitement for Alvin, almost too much to incompass. Some drunk strolled over and asked Alvin where he picked up the white pussy? Alvin took exception and then Frankie, the bartender told the guy to leave Frankie and Olivia made serious eye contact all night. Frankie was a sturdy, suave, handsome sort and his manner was not lost on Olivia. Alvin never noticed, and Olivia danced with Alvin while sliding her thigh inside his groin and looking over at Frankie. I just sat there and chatted with Frankie Sr., the owner, about sports while noticing everything in this mirror above the bar.
Almost closing and Alvin had dozed off at the bar and was hanging his head. Frankie called him a cab and told Olivia he just lived in the housing project down the street. The blues for Alvin, poor guy. But gold for Frankie. He asked us to stick around after closing and have some chinese food from next door. He said it was a regular late night snack on Saturdays. With the gate locked and the bar closed, Frankie turned the juke box up and danced with Olivia. I watched in the mirror as these dark oak fingers played with the bottom of her cheeks and Olivia’s head resting inside his neck. She slid her thigh inside Frankies groin, and he took her leg and lifted it up while dry fucking her.
I finished my styrofoam meal and started in on Olivias with this steadfast erection and watching the mirror. Olivia seemed to catch herself finally and straighten her dress as they walked back to the bar. “Shit Bumper, you’ve eaten my too!” Frankie put his arm around her waist and told her he’d order some more. Yeah, by the time it arrived, he’d have came. I wasn’t in the mood to see my wife fuck, because of Alvin. I felt sorry for the guy and Frankie would tell him about it.
I told Olivia we had to book it and get back home. She said she had to go to the restroom and Frankie met her when she came out. He pinned her against the wall and she wrapped her white pumps around him as they made out in the back of the bar. Frankie pulled her dress up and those yellow panties down and was ramming his middle finger in and out. I yelled “time to go!” Frankie opened the back door and kissed my wife goodnight with a promise we’d be back next weekend.
It was one of those nights I had to have it for myself, it looked so good with this dark background and poor Alvin deserved it not Frankie.
My wife got in the front seat and turned the stereo up, kicked off her pumps and slumped back. I stopped at the first light and unzipped my levis, and she obliged me as always. Long drive home, and I asked her if she wanted to fuck Frankie? A whiny yes. I asked her if she wanted to fuck Alvin. A pause and a “yeah, I guess.” They had prepped her for me, like I prepped her for them. But poor Alvin, the blues.