My Queen of Spades Pulls a Train

I like to watch my wife fuck black guys. This past week, I've been giving her little assignments -- flirt with a guy at the bar, wear a Vixen anklet, draw a Queen of Spades on her wrist at work.

Ever since she started her new job, I knew she had her eye on her boss. I admit, he was pretty good-looking. He was tall, in great shape, respectful, and, as my wife put it, had "BBC energy". She was horny for him, and despite her shyness, she never missed an opportunity to remind me. I wanted her to treat herself. She deserved it, and I wanted her to be happy.

Really, her shyness was an asset. It was more believable when we were trying to snag a man to fuck her brains out. Everyone could buy that a shy girl would be a secret BBC slut.

I was nervous as Halloween approached. The office Halloween party looked like it could be a perfect storm of drinking and bad decisions. When she told me a week before the party that she wanted a big promotion, I knew she would try something, merging the opportunity with my love of watching her ride other men. The day came, and my horny wife did not disappoint.

The lights were flashing on the dance floor. "How hot would it be if I fucked you doggystyle right here in front of everyone?" I whispered in her ear. She moaned and flashed her tits at me in front of the entire party. I noticed she'd drawn a black spade on the back of her hand, where everyone could see it.

A little later, I went to use the restroom, and one of the other slutty office girls grabbed my cock on the way in. I laughed and pressed her against the wall, kissing her as she rubbed my crotch. But after a minute, I stopped her and went into the bathroom alone. Not before getting a good feel of her big tits, obviously. She was a little put-off, but how could I explain? I was a generous husband. I didn't want anyone else. What more could a guy want besides fucking his girl's brains out *and* letting her have the freedom she'd have without him? I just loved the idea that my wife could have it all: The commitment and security and love of a husband, plus all the sexual freedom of a single, empowered cocksucking woman. I didn't mind sharing her. I just wanted her to have it all.

I stumbled out of the bathroom as her boss was coming in. "Oh, hey...hey, she really wants that promotion," I said with a slight smile. "She really wants it, you know."

He nodded and smiled back, unsure. He was pretty wasted as well, but could tell something was up.

"So, y'know, make her earn it," I sipped my drink.

"Make her earn it," He repeated.

"She's willing to work very hard for it, whatever it takes."

His guard was down, but I could tell he was still unsure if I could possibly mean what it sounded like I meant. "Yeah. No, I'll keep that in mind," he said with a half-smirk.

"Sure, sure," I said, slapping his shoulder. "But it's always best to strike when the iron is hot, you know? And maybe a little tipsy."

I've run into this problem again and again. It's too good to be true: Men can hardly believe that a husband wants his wife to get railed out by other men, but that's just the way it is. I could tell he still needed more assurance.

"Look, I'm a little drunk," I confessed. "So my filter is pretty much gone. But I'm not messing with you. We're into it. If you can keep it between the three of us, we're both cool. Honestly."

He couldn't contain his grin. "I always knew something was up with her," he said, laughing.

I clapped him on the back again. "Good man." This wouldn't be her first black cock. I was going to watch him fuck my wife stupid.