Getting my wife gang fucked by blacks Part One All this happened back in 1979. My wife was a staff nurse at a London hospital. Her father was a doctor and discouraged his wife and daughter from wearing tights because he said it was more likely to make them susceptible to thrush. My pretty high cheek boned wife was 25 when it happened. She is a very haughty looking woman. Upper middle class women have always had good taste in lingerie. My wife wore the most exquisite things under her staff nurse’s uniform. She wore full length satin and lace slips. A full slip has little cups for the breasts. The ones my wife wore always had lots of lace around the bra cups. She is very small, but well proportioned. Her breasts are 34D. Though she is only 5 feet five inches tall, her legs are very long and slim in relation to the rest of her body. She is still slim, but I am talking about when she was young. Her thighs were so slim that her pubic mound really stood out when she was just standing there in her satin and lace panties. As a nurse she had to wear black stockings. They got laddered a lot in her work as a nurse. I am ten years older than her and remembered the days when stockings had seams. Fortunately they were still available. So one birthday I bought her had a dozen pairs of black silk seamed stockings for a birthday. She didn’t realise the sexual significance of seamed stockings and wore a pair to work. My wife has long blonde hair, but for work she always wore it in a French pleat. With all the make up she wore, including sexy eye liner making her big blue eyes look even more vulnerable, she was out of this world in her nurses uniform. Nurse’s uniforms were so much sexier then. They buttoned all the way down the front- or should I say unbuttoned. Knowing she had all those sexy undies on, and those black silk seamed stockings mad me mad with desire. But I had a dark side. I wanted another man to undo her uniform buttons and see her sheer satin slip and uncover the delicate undies beneath it. I wanted more than one man to see it all, and for them to fuck her very hard. But I did not know how to tell her this. When she was on late shift, I would have to walk down this hill in London NW5 and meet her at the tube station. I think she got back about 10pm. There were always a lot of raucous West Indians around the station entrance and they used to shout obscenities at us, especially about how they wanted to fuck my wife and give her a baby. It really turned me on. I wanted them to over power us and drag us into an alleyway and to rip the buttons of her uniform dress open, so that they could see her sheer satin and lace slip, pull it up and see her stocking tops and suspenders and see her young bald pussy mound bulging out of her tight satin and lace panties. But I knew it couldn’t happen unless I could get my wife to agree.