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With vivid memories of my wife getting fucked in the club toilets by Jesse the Gang-banger, the previous night, I woke with a boner on Saturday morning (well; by my standards) and it barely went down all day; even when .. or should I say, especially when we went shopping and Christy bought a slinky new red PVC dress and some hold up stockings to wear at the club when we returned to see one of my favourite Soul bands later that evening.

If I was horny, you could multiply it by 6 to describe my wife's sexy mood as she kept smiling at me as she remembered her debauched act in the toilets with her first ever black cock ... and as she told me several times, "that would be nothing compared to what they had planned for her tonight."

She wouldn't 'fess up' what these plans were, just Jesse had wanted her to go to his Boss, the big fat black man, Hugo's house on Friday and she was tempted, but the shag in the toilets had been enough ... but ... she would just shrug her shoulders and grin.

Before the club, we went for an Italian meal then a few drinks in two bars as the band weren't due on until 10.30. Christy's PVC dress clung to her like a second skin and showed a lot of cleavage too, which as well as hey shiny black stockings attracted a lot of attention from male and occasionally female revellers around town.

We arrived at the club at about 10; and were joining the queue, just as a big black Mercedes pulled up outside the door.

One of the young women from the booth the previous night alighted first followed by Jesse who was wearing a cool black suit, pristine white t-shirt and box-fresh white trainers.

He was theatrically adjusting his jacket before helping the fat man out of the front passenger seat. As soon as Hugo got his balance, the younger man's eyes locked on Christy's.

"Sweet baby cheeks!" He chuckled for everyone to hear, then sashayed over to us, arms held wide and a shit-eating grin filling his face. "Are you two here for the show?" He grinned as he hugged my wife; who reciprocated by grinding against him.

"Yeh ... sure are." I replied as coolly as possible, but failing miserably.

"Be my guests then." He winked at my sexily dressed wife before putting his curled arm out for her to link.

"We have tickets." I meekly mumbled; but he didn't seem to hear as he escorted her ... and by default, me straight into the club. Once inside he led us to the large booth and stopping at the first step, seemingly to present Christy to the Boss Man who nodded his ascent and patted the empty seat next to him, which my wife eagerly took. I was left standing at the side ... between two young dealers with their 'gear' hidden in bags hanging diagonally across their chests.

A minute or less later a girl arrived with a tray of cocktails which were shared out and I surprisingly got one too.

With Hugo on one side and Jesse the other, Christy was like the cat that got the cream (for want of a better metaphor), as both men 'openly touched' her tits and legs while whispering in her ears, making her giggle.

Even though they were surrounding the trio, the rest of Hugo's gang were too busy 'working' to either notice or care what was going on next to them; but I was aware that club-goers going to the bathrooms would sneak surreptitious glances their way and nudge each other ... but no one paid me any attention, I felt invisible.

The band eventually came on stage and I was torn between watching them and watching my wife and the two black dealers.

After about fifteen minutes I became so engrossed in the band, I failed to notice that Christy was dancing with Jesse behind me until I saw two women giggling and turned to see my wife virtually lap-dancing Hugo,

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