Karen likes cock

Wife rejects offer too have other men. The gets drunk at a party and her life changes.

My wife likes cock. Now.
Lets call her Karen for this, not her real name of course. Tall and well built she is 41 and has only a small belly pouch and ever such a slight boob droop.

It was just 3 years back she became so horny. I have tried for some time to get her to fuck other men but it was only then, after much vodka at a party that she discovered her inner slut.

The LBD was short and showed lots of boob, leg and bare back. It was kind of silky and warm and flowing. She looked great and got lots of attention, and accepted lots of dance offers. I saw her with a young black guy quite a lot, and he got away with some hands on stuff.

As I left to go to the bathroom I could see them with her rubbing her minge on his thigh and looking hot, bothered and drunk. When I got back they were gone.

I wondered if the giggling I'd heard outside the loo was connected. The big house had a few bedrooms and it was third time lucky. I could hear female moans through the door, and very slowly opened it to take a peak.
There was my wife, on her back, legs in the air with the young guy between her thighs, banging her like a sex starved sailor. She seemed very happy and still had the LBD on, her panties were on the floor. I left the door very slightly ajar and went back downstairs. I had to capitalise on this.

I spoke with two guys I had seen with Karen's dance partner earlier. They were wondering where he had gone. I told them someone was upstairs shagging, maybe it was him?

“Sounds like Dennis, dirty lucky bastard.” one of them said. I left to get a drink and soon saw them head toward the stairs. A few minutes later I followed them.

I heard moans and groans as I passed the loo and crept to the source. The bedroom. The door was open about a foot, inside my wife was now naked, knees on her chest with a black guy fucking her in a frenzy, the other two looking on. I watched until Karen took a creampie, took a photo, and left.

I actually called a cab and went home, leaving Karen to her own devices and hoping to put her in a very awkward position. So to speak.

I got a call from Gerry, the party giver, about 10 a.m. He seemed embarrassed as he said I had best come and pick up Karen. I could sense she was in that awkward position I was hoping for. I took a slow drive over.

Gerry was very apologetic, as the host he felt a bit responsible. After all, as he said, “It was my divorce party!”

Gerry had heard sounds of sex about 8.45 and went to investigate. He found a young white guy fucking a stupefied Karen and told him to sod off, apparently he'd been brought along by another guest and Gerry had no idea who he was, but he knows me and Karen. He told Karen to shower and dress and meet him in the kitchen. He had to remind her where she was.

I said I was unable to find her, got angry and left to avoid a scene, which he appreciated.

Karen only had some little idea of what had happened and was still hung over. She made little sense and Gerry didn't push it, but as he had divorced his wife when she did something similar, this incident caught him out of sorts. We did both wonder if she had had a drink spiked.

I walked into the kitchen, pointed at my wife and said, “Car, now!” pointing at the door. As she left, head down and timid, I thanked Gerry and told him he had no blame at all. Gerry said if he could help in any way he would, we shook hands and I took Karen home. Not a word was said on the way.

At home Karen said how sorry she was, blamed the drink and also thought about spiking, then said, “But you've said before how you would like it if I had other men, so...”

I interrupted her. “Not behind my back like some common slut, and you always said never. Never.”

The apologies flooded out with a good old, “I'll do anything, I promise, anything to make it up to you. Anything, Please?”

See if you can guess what that'll be?