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It began with a joke.  Carrie and I had been married for ten years when we relocated from outside of Atlanta to the suburbs of Washington DC for her job. We had two young kids, and Carrie quickly made friends with a few moms from school, but it took me longer to warm up to people. Eventually, I met a few guys in the neighborhood who had also served in the military. I spent 6 years in the Navy, and the three of us bonded over our shared experience. We'd play poker, drink beers, and watch sports together. Since my house came with a nice finished basement with a bar already set up when we moved in, our house became the designated party spot.

It was a Saturday night, and Carrie and I had been drinking since the kids had finished dinner. My buddies Mac and Quinton, who we called Q, stopped over to watch Georgia football. They were half in the bag when they arrived, and we were all in a great mood because the Bulldogs were winning.  Then Carrie came down with some weed, and that's when things got weird. Weed always makes my wife horny and she can be a bit of a flirt. She was playfully joking with Q, while at the same time, she was rubbing my leg. Somehow, the topic of oral sex came up, and Carrie confessed that she preferred giving and receiving oral to intercourse. She's always loved getting her pussy licked and its the onky way she can climax. Additionally, she liked the power she felt when giving head. It allowed my rather submissive wife to take control from the bottom, so to speak.

"I can't cum just from fucking. I need his tongue to finish me off," my wife said with a twinkle in her pretty green eyes. "And, unlike most girls, I like the taste of cock and cum."

Q, who was sitting on the couch with me and Carrie, asked her if she'd ever sucked black, and Carrie admitted that she hadn't. Both Q and Mac were black men in their mid forties. They had known each other for years, having met in the Army when they were first deployed. Mac was average height and somewhat heavyset with a slight beer belly and short curly hair. Q was just 5'7" tall and thin, with a bald head and ridiculous muscle definition. He wasn't overly muscular or big, but he had not an ounce of fat on his entire body.

Carrie and I had grown up in a racially diverse town outside of Atlanta, but we had started dating in high school. We had dated for six years before getting married when we were both just 23 years old, and I was the only man she'd ever had sex with. She had not a racist bone in her body, but she had long insisted that black men weren't her type.

"I would, I just never had the opportunity. Jeremy and I got together when we were just kids, and I have never sucked anyone's dick but his," she giggled as she gave my suddenly growing cock a gentle squeeze. Then she leaned in and kissed me. I could tell by the softness of her lips that she was horny. We were half drunk and stoned. Our inhibitions were low, and we started making out like a pair of randy teenagers. Her hands moved to my throbbing cock and she pulled me on top of her. I don't know why, but I began pulling at her clothes as if we were alone, and the next thing I knew, my sexy and curvaceous wife was in just her bra and panties.

I slid off the sofa and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pink, lace panties. I looked up at Carrie, and she nodded her agreement. We'd never broached the subject of exhibitionism nor had we ever discussed the idea of having a threesome or group sex of any kind. At one point I'd hoped to get her to fool around with one of her girlfriends but she had no interest whatsoever in women, and I'd certainly never considered bringing another guy into the picture, but there we were. She was wearing only a teal colored bra, and I was kneeling between her pale, thick thighs, in front of two of my friends.

My nostrils flared as the aromatic scent of my wife's arousal wafted over me. It drew me closer, and I slowly licked her smooth, hairless labia, making her moan softly.

"That's it, Baby," Carrie purred. She laced her fingers into my thick, dark hair and pulled me tight against her drooling pussy. The taste of her pussy had always been an aphrodisiac to me and I lost track of time and space as I lapped hungrily at her hard clit. Her chest heaved, and she slipped off her bra, exposing her natural D cup breasts to me and

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