story

She's a knockout

© Catesby

It was Saturday night and I was sitting in my armchair with the television on, ready for a dull night in. My wife, Denise, was going on
a girl's night out to some bar, as it was one of her friends' birthdays. I felt even worse when I saw how stunning she looked as she
walked down the stairs to say goodbye.

"Don't wait up," she said as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.

"You going to be out late?" I asked, looking her up and down.

She was wearing a tight T-shirt which accentuated her full bosom and a very short flared denim skirt which revealed her legs all the way up to her ass.

"I don't know. We might go dancing after. I'm not sure yet."

"You're going dancing in that?" I said. "Everyone's going to get a good look up your skirt. You're not still wearing that thong are you?"

She usually wore thongs as a matter of course and I had seen her put one on this morning after she came out of the shower. I could just imagine the view that guys would get of her ass whenever she spun around the dance floor. That skirt flared up so high that it wouldn't leave very much to the imagination.

"No, I'm not wearing a thong. Want to check?" she asked.

Then she turned her back on me and bent over to lift up her skirt, giving me an eyeful of what she had on underneath. To my surprise it was a pair of bright red French knickers. Her sister had bought them for her once but she hardly ever wore them. They were very sexy looking
but at least they didn't reveal too much, not like a thong would have done.

"Satisfied?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"No, but I will be if you let me..."

"Uh-uh," she said, just as I reached out to try to power her onto my lap.

"I'm meeting Julie in ten minutes. You'll have to wait."

She gave me another kiss, longer and more lingering this time. Then she was gone out of the door and I sat back to watch the TV. Within an hour I was bored rigid. It was a very warm and humid evening and I was
feeling restless and fed up so I decided to go out for a couple of beers at my local bar.

"Hey, Rob. How's it going?" the barman, Dave, asked me as I walked up to the counter.

"Not so bad," I replied. "Give us a beer, yeah?"

I sat by the counter takeing a few beers as I talked with Dave. It was a slow night and he didn't have many customers so we chatted away for an hour or so. The place started filling up around ten o'clock and I got into a conversation with the two black guys sitting next to me. I knew they were regulars as I had seen them around many times before, but we hadn't spoken to each other.

Their names were Eddie and Joe. They had come in to watch the big fight on the TV, they told me. It started at midnight. Some heavyweight boxing championship. I was never much into boxing and I can't even remember now who was in the contest, but they told me all about the two
contestants in great detail. It turned out that Eddie had trained as a boxer a few years before, but never made the grade. Joe had been his permisteral trainer and they had remained firm friends since the day they met. They were both in their early thirties, thick set and muscular. I must have looked like a stick insect sat beside them. We talked about this and that for another hour or so, buying each other beers.

At about ten minutes to twelve Eddie asked Dave to turn on the television. There was something wrong with the picture and Dave gave the top of the television a good, hard whack. Suddenly the screen went completely blank. Dave tried various things to resurrect the picture but it wouldn't come back.

"Ah, cuckolds brownie," Dave cursed under his breath. "Thumping the damn thing usually does the trick. Sorry guys. Looks like I'm gonna have to call in a repairman."

"For Christ's sake, Dave, what are we gonna do now?" Joe said.

I wasn't that bothered about it myself, even though the conversation had got me a little interested in watching the fight. I felt sorry for the two guys though. By the time they found another bar that was showing it, the fight might be over.

"Ain't none of you got cable at home?" Dave asked, tired of their complaints.

"No!" Eddie and Joe replied in unimister.

"I have," I said. "You can watch it at my place if you like. I live just around the corner."

"Yeah?" Eddie beamed at me.

"Sure," I said.

Actually I wasn't so sure it was a good idea. I hardly knew these guys after all. Also, Denise might return before the fight was over. I tended not to bring friends round to the house any more. I got the
impression that Denise didn't like it. It wasn't that she complained exactly, just that she deliberately flirted with the guys, making us all a little uncomfortable. I figured it was her way of discouraging me from bringing them around.


"Thanks a lot, man," Joe said, slapping me on the shoulder. "We appreciate it."

I didn't have the heart to change my mind so I led them across the street and into my apartment. I told them to sit on the couch while I took some more beers out of the fridge. We were all of us pretty wasted
by now, but I was feeling kind of nervous and apprehensive about Denise so I needed more to take. I turned on the television and sat in the armchair, after handing the beers over to Eddie and Joe. There was a
long preamble about the two fighters, all kinds of statistics which bored me senseless, although my two guests listened avidly to it all. Then one of the announcers said there was to be a fifteen minute delay before the fight started.

Just then I heard the front door open and a few moments later Denise came in. I could see that she's had a few takes, but she still looked great. She told me that her friends hadn't fancied going dancing after
all so she came home early. I noticed that Eddie and Joe managed to tear themselves from the screen as soon as she walked through the door.
In fact, they seemed to lose all interest in the fight that was soon to start. I introduced them to Denise, explaining why they were here and suggesting that we would go back to the bar as soon as the fight was
over. I had no intention of going back with them, but I didn't want to appear as though I was throwing them out of my house.

Denise smiled at them and asked if they cared for another beer. They both nodded and she brought some fresh ones out from the kitchen then
sat down between them on the sofa. I had hoped that she would go straight to bed. I was a little wary of how she might act, given her history of flirting with anyone I brought back to the house. Still, I thought it might be different tonight, seeing as I hardly knew the
fellows. And if she did get like that at least it wouldn't be so embarrassing as when she did it to my friends.

To my surprise, Denise appeared to be quite interested in the boxing, especially when Eddie told her he used to be in the game himself. She asked him lots of questions about it and he and Joe told her everything she needed to know. They were both ogling her bare legs and her busty figure, but at least they weren't saying anything outrageous to her. Things seemed to be going pretty well when Denise began commenting about Eddie's body.

"I can't say I'm surprised that you used to be a fighter," she said, reaching her hand over to feel his biceps.

"Wow, you're really muscular. Your arms must be thicker than Rob's thighs."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Eddie said, looking over at me disdainfully.

"Actually, yours are too, Joe," she said, feeling his biceps also.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, giving me the same look as his friend had. "Some guys just can't be bothered to work out. Even though they should. Even though their women do. You work out, don't you girl?"

"Yeah," she said. "A couple of times a week."

"Yeah, I see that. You got a nice body. Good and firm," he said, patting her on the thigh.

Denise smiled at him and he kept his hand on her bare leg, gently caressing it with his big, black palm. She made no move to brush him off and I suddenly began to worry about how things might turn out.

"Say, Rob," Eddie spoke to me. "Why don't you come down the gym with us some time? Build up your strength. I know Denise here would appreciate
it. It'd be good for your stamina, keep you going all night long, know what I mean?"

I knew exactly what he meant but I didn't want to go down that route, so I just nodded and turned the television volume up higher. Some music had just come on and the fighters were now making their way to the
ring. Eddie and Joe's eyes were glued back to the screen but I noticed with discomfort that Joe's hand had strayed high up on my wife's thigh, almost up to the hem of her mini-skirt, and she didn't even try to remove it.

It was a typical heavyweight fight. Two massive guys pounding their fists into each other to little or no effect. It looked bound to end on points rather than a knockout. They lumbered around like a couple of rhinos on tranquillisers. When the bell went to signal the end of the
first round I was already tired of it. Denise seemed to have enjoyed it. Her eyes were wide open and shining. Whether that was from excitement at the fight or Joe's hand on her leg I didn't know.

"Hey, look at that," Eddie said, pointing to the television screen. "See that guy, walking round the ring, holding up the sign for round 2?"

"Yeah. What about him? You know him or something?" I asked.

"No. It's just, why's it got to be a guy? It used to always be a girl, some sexy bitch in a pair of skimpy little shorts, remember? Now we got all this political correctness bullcuckolds brownie and they can't do it. Shit,
when I was a kid, that was one of the main reamisters I took up boxing. Watching the fights, first hard on I
ever had was watching this girl walking about the ring between rounds. Man, I still remember her now. She had the finest ass I ever saw. Real nice titties too. Now you got some fucking asshole guy doing it, it
just ain't the same."

I raised my eyebrows and nodded, not knowing what else to say. Thankfully the bell sounded just then and the second round began. It went much the same way as the first. I kept glancing between the television and the sofa. Joe's hand was still on my wife's thigh. It
was as if I wasn't even there. I could have made a scene but I didn't want to get them angry with me. Even if I did say something I had no doubts that Denise would take their side and tell me I was making too much of it. She often let guys pat her on the
leg or her ass while I was around. When I complained she just said that some people were more tactile than others and it wasn't a big deal.

When the next round ended I was pleased to see Denise brush Joe's hand away from her thigh. When she stood up I thought maybe she was bored
and was going to bed. I should have known better. She walked over to the desk at the end of the room and took out a large piece of paper. Then she took out a marker pen and scrawled something on it. She came
back over towards us, a big smile on her face, her hips swaying as she held the paper aloft in her hands. On it was written the number 3.

Eddie and Joe began whooping and hollering and Denise giggled happily as she paraded around in front of the television. She slowly tottered around in her high heels, her chest and her ass sticking out.

"Yeah, baby," Eddie said. "This is more like it. Brings me right back. Shame you ain't wearing those little shorts the girls used to wear."

Denise shrugged then suddenly beamed brightly, as if she had just had an idea. She gave me a quick glance then swiftly unbuttoned her denim skirt and let it drop to the floor. She gave a little twirl, much to
the appreciation of Eddie and Joe, who both cheered and clapped loudly.

I suppose that her red French knickers did look
similar to a pair of satin boxer shorts, only they had frills all around the edges and looked so much sexier.

"Damn, you look so fine," Eddie whispered to her. "Just like that first girl who got me so hot. Only she weren't wearing no t-shirt."

Denise raised her eyebrows at him then reached down to grab hold of the bottom of her t-shirt. I knew exactly what she was about to do.

"Hey," I said loudly. "They're about to call the bell."

Denise turned back to the television to see that the fight was restarting. She quickly sat down between the two black guys, not bothering to put her skirt back on. Eddie and Joe kept moving their eyes back and forth from the television screen to between my wife's legs. The material of her French knickers was very sheer and if it wasn't for the deep red color they would have been almost transparent. I remembered when she had worn them before that I could see several hairs from her bush. The two guys were so close that they must have been able to see them now themselves.

As soon as the bell sounded again, Denise sprung up and wrote the number
4 on a new sheet of paper. She giggled delightfully as she sashayed
around the room, holding the paper aloft. I glanced at Joe and saw him
gesturing her to take off her top. She dropped her arms to bottom of
her t-shirt and began teasing them, lifting it just up to her belly
button then dropping it again. Then she dropped the piece of paper and
lifted her top up over her head. More whoops and cheers followed when
they saw my wife's bra. It was a half-cup and as she swayed her
shoulders her big, firm tits jiggled about freely.

"Denise!" I shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Oh stop fussing," she replied. "It's only a bit of fun."

"Yeah man," Eddie said, giving me a mean look. "Stay out of it. This is
for our benefit. Ain't that right, sugar?"

Denise looked at him then turned towards the television and bent over
from the waist to pick up the piece of paper. The bottom of her ass
cheeks came into view as her underwear hiked up. She stayed in that
position and looked over her shoulder, giving them a saucy grin. She
was practically telling them that she was available, that it didn't
matter if I was there or not. After a few seconds she straightened her
body and went back to parading around the room, holding the paper above
her head. She kept moving it from side to side, her tits jiggling about
as she did so.

"The fight's starting again," I said, wanting to stop her before she got
really outrageous.

"Who cares?" Joe said, his eyes gazing in lust at my wife's body.

Thankfully Denise sat back down on the sofa. Almost immediately Joe's
hand returned to where it had been before, caressing her upper thigh.
Now Eddie decided he wanted a feel as well. His big black hand lay palm
down on her creamy white skin and he began to smooth it up and down.
Both of them seemed to have lost all interest in the fight, while I was
watching it more closely than before. I was desperate for it to end
before things got completely out of hand. I picked one of the boxers
and began praying that he would knock the other one out. It never
happened. As soon as the round had ended, Denise extricated herself
from their hands and scrawled the number 5 on another piece of paper.
She was clearly enjoying her new ‘job'.

"You know," Eddie said. "In the old days, when the girl walked round the
ring, she didn't wear no bra."

"That's right," Joe piped up. "Hell, that was the whole point. Nice girl
with big tits shows off her rack, keeps the audience happy while
they're waiting for the fight to continue."

"Whoa there," I said, shaking my hand frantically at Denise. "Hold on a
minute. You're not going to..."

Before I could continue Denise had hurriedly un-strapped her bra at the
back and let it fall to the floor. There was no whooping and hollering
and cheering from the two black guys now. They were both staring
intently at my wife, desire emblazoned on their eyes. Denise held the
paper just above her chest, her shoulders hemmed in, pushing her tits
together, making them look even bigger, even more sexy. She must have
known the kind of effect she was having on them. I knew exactly what
they were about to do next and I hastily stood up just as Joe grabbed
my wife by the arm and pulled her onto his lap.

"Sit down," Eddie ordered me, his hand forming a fist and gesturing to
me. "Sit down if you know what's good for you."

I looked at his big, powerful fist. One punch would have knocked me out.
No doubt about it. Joe suddenly reached around Denise's arms to cup her
tits. His black hands covered the milky white flesh of her breasts and
she moaned, looking down at herself, watching what he was doing to her.


"Come on guys," I pleaded. "She's my wife. Please. Leave her alone."

"Yeah," Joe said. "She's your wife. She's also a horny little bitch and
she wants some black cock inside her, don't you girl?"

He began thrusting his hips, bouncing Denise up and down on his lap. She
looked at me, her eyes wide open. It was as if she had suddenly
realised exactly how far this was going to go. I didn't know what she
had been thinking when she had shown off her body and let them feel up
her legs. Maybe she thought that was all she would do, tease and flirt
with them a little, just as she always did with male visitors. Only
these guys wanted more, and I didn't think they were willing to take no
for an answer. She looked a little nervous, apprehensive, but also
aroused. Suddenly I saw a look of complete desire appear in her eyes
and I wasn't at all surprised at what she said next.

"Yes, I do. I want your black cock inside me. I want you to fuck me.
Come on. Fuck me."

"Hey, man," Joe said to his friend. "Help me get these things off."

Eddie leaned over and pulled at my wife's lacy red underwear, pulling it
down over her ankles then throwing it over towards me. I caught it in
my hand, holding it tightly as I watched Eddie's hand grope between
Denise's legs, feeling the opening of her cunt.

"You won't have no problems with this bitch," he said. "Her pussy's real
wet."

"Let's see," Joe replied, lifting her up from his lap with one hand and
pulling out his cock with the other.

I only caught a short glimpse of it but I could see it was very big,
very black and very hard as he guided my wife back down onto him. She
gasped as she felt him slowly enter her. Her mouth opened wide as she
let out short, quick breaths, moaning as he wriggled his hips, easing
his cock into her all the way. He grunted as he grabbed her by the hips
and thrust into her. Now that her tits were free Eddie sat back down
and began to grope them himself. Denise started moaning louder than
before, as she watched her tits being felt up by his huge black hands.

The fight had long since restarted but no-one was interested any more.
There was nothing I could do to stop what was happening so I sat back
and watched my wife being fucked and groped by two black men. I
couldn't help but get an erection myself, especially when Denise began
to cum.

"Ooooh yeah," she moaned. "Oh God...that feels so good...it's so
big...come on...ooooh...squeeze my tits...harder...oh yes...oh
yes...ooooohhhh..."

I was gripping her French knickers in my hand as I watched. They were
sopping wet. Without even thinking about it I pulled out my cock and
wrapped it in the soft, lacy material as I began to jerk off.

Joe suddenly grunted loudly and Denise's eyes popped open as she
screamed. He was cumming inside her, filling up her pussy with his
seed. Joe groaned when he had finished and he lifted my wife up from
his lap, easing her down onto the sofa beside him as Eddie made space
for her. Now Eddie stood up and pulled off his jeans. The bulge in his
boxer shorts was enormous. Denise grinned at him then pulled his shorts
down in one swift motion. His cock sprang out, slapping against her
cheek.

"Oh my God," she whispered in awe, as she held the shaft in her hand.
"Look at the size of it. I can hardly lift it."

It must have been about twelve inches long, thick and smooth ebony. Joe
got up from his seat and Eddie pushed Denise down on the sofa so she
was lying on her back.

"Think you can take it all?" he asked her.

"I don't know," she said. "But I want to try."

Eddie clambered over her onto the sofa and raised her knees up high.
Then he reached under and grabbed her by the ass, pulling her towards
him, impaling her slowly on his massive cock. My wife's face contorted
in pain as she felt him get deeper inside her, inch by inch. Once it
was all the way in she relaxed, trying to control her breathing. Then
Eddie began to stroke, pulling it out a few inches then thrusting back
to the hilt.

"Oh...yes...oh...yes...oh...yes...oh...yes..." Denise began a rhythmic
chant as he pounded his gigantic rock hard prick inside her.

Eddie suddenly lifted her legs up around her shoulders and thrust
forward again, going even deeper than before. Denise's moans grew
louder, out of control. She had never ever been fucked like this
before.

"Oh...yes...fuck me...fuck me with your cock... your big black
cock...fuck me...please... Ooooh...yeah...fuck me..."

This time her orgasm was even more powerful than before, her moans of
pleasure exciting me to the brink of cumming myself. I jerked off
faster as I watched her getting the screw of her life.

"You like my cock, huh?" Eddie said as he speeded up his movements."

"Yes...yes...I love it...I love your cock..."

"Now I'm gonna cum in you. How you like that?"

"Yes...yes...do it...cum in me...I want it..."

Eddie began making short hard thrusts deep in her cunt until suddenly he
exploded, making my wife scream uncontrollably as he kept on pushing
until he had shot his whole load. I immediately came inside Denise's
underwear as I watched him finish then pull out his still massive cock,
spurts of cum dribbling onto her pale, white belly.

Eddie turned to the television screen to see that the fight was over and
a commercial had come on.

"Shit, we missed it. Who won?" he asked Joe.

"I'd say she did," he replied, gesturing to my wife who was lying back
on the sofa, a look of utter and complete satisfaction on her face.

She sat up in the middle of the sofa and gave them a sultry look.
"Either of you fancy a rematch then?" she asked.

The two men grinned and sat back down on either side of her, their hands
reaching over to grope her once more, their cocks getting hard all over
again.

It was going to be a long night.

very nice I just masturbated thinkimg it was my wife instead of Denise