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My how time flies, Jack thought. Since their first five stories: The Wager, Another Wager, Raising the Stakes, Laying Odds, and Black Jack, a lot had transpired.

My wife Chloe was spending a lot of time with her boyfriend Henry now, occasionally taking small weekend getaways together. I was been surprised at how little this bothered me. She was having a lot of fun with Henry and that made me happy.

Henry's stance on keeping his and Chloe's relationship down low around me had mellowed and occasionally, the three of us would go out on a group date. However, sex was still never a group thing with us when Henry was around. He limited his activities with Chloe to when he was alone with her and I was all right with that. I occasionally considered the likelihood that Chloe acted differently with Henry than she did with other men. One thing for sure, he was getting more pussy off my wife than I was.

Despite the fact that Chloe and Henry had become lovers, if anything, I believe it strengthened the bonds she and I shared. I believe a primary factor that affected our own relationship was that I never asked for details, never probed her about her thoughts. Although I knew she wasn't telling me everything, she shared enough.

When Chloe was away with Henry, I often hung out with Michelle. We even went up to Campus Corner occasionally. In many ways, Michelle could be even wilder than Chloe. This was really proven true to me about three months ago. An event occurred that night that would be the beginning of this story.

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It was a Friday night, Michelle walked in just as Henry and my wife Chloe left for a three-day weekend down in Dallas. Henry and Michelle had met a time or two but did not really know much about each other. I know Michelle was curious about Henry. She had not been with a black man herself yet, but I knew she was considering it. I believe she would submit to Henry in a heartbeat but Henry was definitely monogamous with Chloe.

"So, when you going to do it?" I asked Michelle.

"Do what?" she asked.

"Go black," I replied.

"Some day, but it has to be with the right person. I don't want to just find a black man so I can fuck him. I want it to be special like it was for Chloe," She declared.

"Anything in particular that you are hungry for tonight," I asked, as Michelle and I carried in her weekend bags.

"Tube steak and a protein shake," she laughed.

"I mean to eat, no, I mean to swallow, oh fuck... what kind of food are you interested in?" I laughed.

"I could eat ribs," she stated.

"I could eat ribs too," I agreed.

Once she had her bags stashed in the master bedroom, we headed out to the car to grab some dinner. There was a rib place up on Meridian just north of the airport and that was where we ended up.

"What do you want to do after dinner?" I asked.

"Play games," Michelle smiled, "but I don't want to make it a late night. I saw the Holiday Inn on the way here. They have a nice bar. Maybe we could just go in, separately, and see what happens."

I was a bit surprised by this, Michelle was always ready for game play when Chloe was with us but when it was just the two of us together, and she tended to be relaxed and was happy to just sit around and cuddle with me in front of the television and download a movie.

I knew we would fuck tonight of course. I hoped that she would tongue my ass out again; I cannot seem to get enough of that. What was nice was that you did not have to ask her to do it. Occasionally, I would get down on her butt, but it is not one of my favorite things to do, even with Michelle.

After dinner, I pulled into the Holiday Inn parking lot and went inside alone to begin the game. Michelle stayed out in the car to finish a re-touch of her makeup and brush her hair another hundred strokes or so.

Even before my eyes adjusted to the low light inside the club, I saw that there were not many people there; it was still early however. There might have been a dozen men but only two girls sitting together and one really heavy set couple. I decided to just grab one of the open booths rather than sit at the bar as I usually did when 'hunting in the wild', as Chloe and I had started calling it.

Michelle came in a few minutes later, made a beeline to the bar, and grabbed a stool. She already had her first drink by the time my server wandered by. I considered flirting with the young cocktail server but decided against it. I knew that if I started something with her, that it would be really late when her shift ended before I could do anything with her. Regardless, I flirted some, commented on how pretty her eyes were; it seemed to be working.

If it got late, who knows, maybe it might work out with that perky little server later on tonight, especially if Michelle ended up meeting someone and going off with someone, be it a man or a woman? It would not be the first time Michelle came over to spend the night and ended up shacked up with some other dude or dudette. What was cool was that she always came 'home' for breakfast.