Fate Chose A Black Man For My Wife

sub-title: He Was Black, My Wife’s First Strange Fuck


by EroticWriter


I took 20 seconds to listen to my sister’s message, nothing important and I headed back into the motel room. All told, I couldn't have been gone more than a couple of minutes.

Fuck! Dwayne was already naked and between my wife’s legs, just that quick, and she was moaning loudly. They sure hadn't wasted any time! As I headed quickly towards them I was watching those shiny and firmly rounded buttocks of his as he was moving over my wife. Those movements of his confirmed it.

“He’s fucking my wife!’



Some added content and a new happening in the bar and also at the end as of 12 August 2018.

Fate Chose A Black Man For My Wife

“Baby, you choose one.”

“No,” my wife said, “You choose.”

I frowned as I looked around the bar. “Shit baby, there are so many guys and no matter who I choose it probably will be some guy you’d prefer not to fuck.”

That was the first time I had used the F word in relation to my wife trying her first man outside of marriage. In our previous conversations, I had used phrases like 'make it with,' or 'try some guy' with Sally since it didn't sound quite as physical.

I think that's when it really hit home to my wife that she is close to being fucked, not made love to as always, and with a strange man. My innocent and normally shy little wife with the pixie face sighed. “Ray, if I pick a guy you will be jealous of him from the first moment and be suspicious and wondering why I chose him, so I prefer that you do it and that way you can’t come back and accuse me later.”

Sally and I, over a period of several days, had been discussing my wanting to see her fuck another man, and it seems, she had been thinking of it around the same time and had been afraid to broach the subject.

But that first day, or rather night, when I had first talked to her about it while making love, she had admitted that , since we have been married for seventeen years, she has been wondering what it might be like to ‘sleep with’ another man. “Just a fantasy,’ Sally had emphasized.

After much discussion, most of which had been started by me each time, we had finally agreed to go to another town, rent a motel room, and choose a random man from a local bar. On the way there, an 80 mile drive, my wife had, at one point, nervously giggled and said, "Ray, I can't believe we are actually doing this."

She sounded like she was maybe thinking of backing out. If so, I wanted it to happen before I laid out money for a motel room in another town. "Are you sure," I asked her again?"

"Yes. I'm sure. We can do this, I think I'm ready."

'She thinks?' Sally still didn't sound all that positive. But I decided to go all the way with this. Once we are there, and I have obtained a room, she will have more incentive to follow through, I hoped.

Now we were there, in another town and we had rented a room and after I had parked the car and looked into two bars. One had no dance floor, and the second one had a floor but no customers.

The third one I tried had a dance floor and though the music was recorded it seemed to be fairly crowded and where there would be many men to choose from. Could be there were more people in the third bar because it was now a little later in the evening.

"There's lots of people in this bar Baby. Come on."

She seemed a bit nervous but it still felt right as I brought her out from the car and into the bar. The lights were low, but not so low that faces could not be seen. We found a good table off to the side of the dance floor. Close enough that maybe a man might spot her and ask her to dance.

I had that in mind since I wasn't sure she really wanted to do this. But with a dance floor, she gets into a man's arms, the music is romantic, she knows what the purpose of this visit is, and the chances of it happening goes up.

Quite frankly, I hadn't been able to think of any alternate method of finding a man for Sally. The internet? Too much evidence left behind. Anyone we know already? Absolutely not. She didn't want that, nor did I.

I just walk up to men and feel them out, maybe catch them at the urinal in the men's room? Hardly. Besides, Sally had indicated that she did not actually want to be in on the first discussion I might have with a man about her being laid.

She said it would be too embarrassing and that she would prefer just to go back to the motel and start there, with no spectators like in public.

A lot of hangups it seemed, but still, I thought she might actually go for it if we go through the effort to actually find someone.

The music was just right, and the dance floor had two or three couples on it. Not that many considering the size of the crowd, but still, someone is dancing.The song wasn't all that romantic though, and with a better song, maybe more people on the floor.

"See baby? I picked this bar because people are dancing. It might be a good way to make some kind of contact with a man and see in advance if you are attracted to him physically."

She nodded. "What about mentally?"

"Do you really want to spend that much time getting to know him when all we are going to do is get you laid?" She looked perturbed, and I added: "Physical not mental, remember?"

She sniffed. "I remember and I understand, but I don't want him to be a turn off either."

I laughed. "Just don't talk. Get into the room with him, strip, maybe do some feeling around and get to it. It will be an adventure and you'll find that once he starts touching you in intimate places that you will be ready for what comes next."

"I hope so. After all this, I don't want to be disappointed."

That one I had to respond to. "Will you be disappointed if he turns out to be smaller than me?"

We had not discussed that before but she sensed my concern as she looked into my eyes. "Size is probably not that important, is it?"

She asked me because maybe she doesn't know, or she wanted to see what I might think. Until now, the size of the guy had not came up.

"It might be honey. I don't know about you, but some women like their men to be large in that area."

She was silent, so I asked. "What size do you want him to be?"

"Larger. Not a lot, just a little bit."

"Why larger?"

"So he'll feel different to me. If I'm having a strange man for the first time I want him to feel different than you, and a little larger sounds better than a little smaller."

I laughed, though inside I was worried, a little about her saying she wants larger.

"I hope you get your wish honey, that he be a little bit larger."

It seemed that dancing might just be the best way to meet a man of her choice. Of course, the man would have to come over and ask her to dance, something not too likely when they see she is with a man already.

I had sat down right beside her, and after a couple of minutes I thought about it and said, "I'll move over a ways so I'm not too close to you so it will look like you aren't all tied up with me."

Ten minutes went by, and still no action, though now there were more couples on the floor. I laughed and said, "Maybe I ought to go to the men's room and leave you alone for a while and see if that works."

"No. Don't leave me alone. Just keep sitting...over there."

We had been sitting there maybe 20 minutes, and still no action. Finally I told her, "Look baby. Just pick some man from the crowd, point him out, someone sitting down, and I'll find a way to go over and talk to him."

That's where the bit came in about if she chooses I'm suspicious or jealous, and if I choose it could be someone she really is not attracted to.

She had agreed up to this point, and now she is chickening out it seemed. I sighed. “So, the way it looks, you are backing out?”

No! I want to do it,” Sally said with her voice raising a little in order to be heard over the loud music that had just started up again. Then she calmed down a little.

“Look Ray. “We’ve come this far, rented a room and everything, so I think we need to do this, and like I promised, if we do this, I also agree to have a threesome with you and some gal.”

“You mean with Jackie,” I reminded her.

Sally nodded. “Yes, with Jackie, if she’ll do it, and she probably will.” Having had some drinks, she was feeling pretty tipsy and giggling, she added: "I know that you're dying to show Jackie what you can do with your cock."

Jackie is one of my wife’s closest friends and quite well-built. Sally knew that I had long admired Jackie but that was it, I have admired her but never said anything about it.

But Jackie and my wife had talked intimately about things one day and the subject of women with women had come up. The end result was that both Jackie and my wife had admitted a certain curiosity about what it might be like.

Before the possibility of the two of them trying it had been thoroughly discussed the conversation had ended but my wife had confided with me and I had told her that it was fine if I can be there and watch or…

“Join in,” my wife had finished for me. “You’d like to fuck Jackie, wouldn’t you?”

I backpedaled. “Only if you are there and it is O.K. I’d never do it behind your back.”

I had sounded scared almost at what she might think and Sally smiled and re-assured me. “Don’t worry, I trust you. If it ever happens, Jackie will have to agree you can be there.”

“Do you think she would fuck me?” I was being careful to always use the word 'fuck' where Jackie is concerned so Sally would feel no jealousy over Jackie compared to me using the phrase 'make love.'

“I think so, but her husband must never know.”

I giggled, “Her secret would be safe with me.”

Sally leaned forward and kissed me. We were lying on the bed and I had a hard on from the conversation. Sally looked at my prick and said “Your desire for her is obvious. Jackie might like what you have since she indicated to me, sort of hinted, that Biff is rather small in that department.”

I grinned, and was not afraid to express my feelings. “Biff has a small cock? That’s great to hear since he is always walking around in a T shirt displaying his muscles.”

I knew Jackie pretty well since she was always coming over to visit with Sally, but I had never really cared for Biff. He is taller and heavier than me and has this…’attitude’ of superiority and now that I knew he might have a smaller cock than me, I figured that at least in that department I am maybe superior to him in the eyes of my wife and Jackie.

“Did you ever tell Jackie that I have seven inches?”

Sally giggled and grasped my now like a rock cock. “Not in inches did I tell her, but I held my hands apart this far (she illustrated by placing her palms about seven inches apart) and I said you are about this long. I think she was impressed.” My wife gave me one of those impish smiles of hers that I like so much.

"You know what Jackie did then, after I held my hands apart to show her how long you are?"

"What," I asked excitedly?

"She reached out for my hands while they were still apart and pushed each of my hands together an inch or so closer and said, 'This is about how long Biff is."

"About five inches," I asked, my face beaming?

"That's what she indicated, so I guess you've got Biff beat in the beef department." Then my wife gave me that coy look I so love when she's being ornery.

“I think that Jackie would really like to be fucked by someone larger, and it looks like you might be the perfect candidate.”

Then, I was so excited that we fucked, and while doing so I was talking to my wife and saying things like, “You’re getting more cock than Jackie does, you lucky girl.” I know it sounds silly, but it was fun.

In order for Jackie to have a man, I had never made it a requirement that I get to have a threesome with Sally and another woman. That had been her idea, maybe as a ‘reward’ for me allowing her to try a strange man.

Now we were at a stalemate. We are in a strange bar, she wants me to choose, and I, well, you know.

Opportunity knocks.

Then, finally, it happened. A man came over and with only the slightest look at me, asked Sally if she cared to dance?

With only a glance at me, and I made sure to nod it is OK, Sally immediately got up and allowed him to head her onto the floor. He wasted no time, drawing her into his arms and up against his chest.

Just like that, in only a minute, a strange man has my wife so close to him that her breasts are pressed against his chest, and if he gets an erection, she may be feeling it.

Personal space. Her personal space. Your wife's personal space. For some women, it might be three feet away. For others, the hug me type, even with strangers, it might be just a foot or so at times. For most women, about three feet or more right in front of them is their personal space.

Interesting, this dancing. It is a way for any man, if she agrees, for him to be inside her personal space immediately and be close to, and maybe fondle her. Men can target some other man's women, their girl friends, or their wives.

And she willingly consents to this. It could be someone she knows, maybe a friend of her husband's, and he gets to handle her.

It could be someone her husband dislikes, or is jealous of, or does not trust, and if her husband is not there at that particular time, she might, being ornery, allow this man to be inside her personal space and intimately close to her.

Or maybe she is secretly attracted to him and possibly even considering cheating. She is unhappy with her husband at that time for some reason, so why not get back at her husband by letting someone he does not like to be inside her personal space so he can be intimate with her, on the floor, and maybe more?

Or it can be a total stranger, and he too, just like her husband's friend, can be inside her personal space in just a couple of seconds as he gets to handle her. The man can, if the lights are low, and preferably if the floor is crowded so they can not be observed that well by a husband sitting on the sidelines, even fondle her ass, and maybe more.

Of course it might help if the woman has had a few drinks, and is even just a slight bit attracted to the man.

Some stranger is now alone, in effect, with my wife. I tried to see Sally, but he wasted no time getting her into the center of the floor, and now, some time having passed and a good song playing, there were enough people on the floor to keep me from seeing my wife that clearly.

I was able to catch a glimpse of them from time to time, and I could see that now, he was right up against her and she had her head against his shoulder. She had no personal space left because he was using all of it. That close. Is this the man that gets her tonight?

Big. Is he big? He is taller than my wife by maybe six inches, and I'm just three taller, so he is bigger than me in height. In weight, he's slim for his height but he's got me by maybe 20 pounds. In cock? Who knows? Just a little bigger than me would be perfect, so that he will feel different to her.

The song ended, and he didn't bring her back as another song started. "That's a good sign,' I thought, 'she didn't make him bring her back.' Now I was having visions of my wife in the motel room and with that man between her legs.

A man between my wife's legs. His cock buried in her and moving. The reality hit me hard right about then. It's happening. We're here, a motel nearby, and a man has my wife in his arms. The plan is for someone to be selected by me or she, and she takes him into her body. This is real. I arranged it and now...I was starting to have second thoughts, it is going to happen, if she chooses this man.

He will get to fuck my wife, put his warm, intimate flesh within her warm and most intimate place. And he will have done nothing to deserve it. I dated her. Wooed her. Took her places and for the most part, did the things she wanted to do. I married her, and I have, though she has also been working, supported her for these past seventeen years.

We learned early on that she could not have children. She offered me an out, and I didn't even take time to think about it. I wanted her, hook, line and sinker.

With no children, we have been free and able to to go places, both here and abroad. So I have earned my right, by time invested, by hard work and lots of love given, to be inside my wife.To know her intimately. To use my penis on her in all positions, and in all holes. She, in return, has responded warmly to all I have desired.

Our sex life is perfect. The fit is fine, she cums easily and often with me. Of course on my end, never a problem I love her so.

So why am I doing this now? Allowing some stranger, with no investment whatsoever, to know my wife in the most intimate of manner?

He had looked tall and slim, younger than my wife by maybe 10 years, and he had given her a very warm smile as he had held out her hand to Sally. She had immediately taken it and risen to her feet. I'm not sure she even took a good look before doing so, and again, I was thinking, 'she didn't stare into his face, so she wants it to happen.'

So I watched through the second song, and right at the beginning of the music an opening appeared in the group, and I got a quick glimpse of my wife, and I saw as they made a turn that not just one, but both of his hands are on her ass. Her skirt was in the way, but still.

Then he must have moved her further away from me, over to the other side of the floor, because I couldn't see them. 'He has his hands on her ass. What next? Is he planning on getting her off the dance floor and maybe off to the other side of the room where he can try more?

What if he takes her to his own table?

I began formulating plans in my head. If she doesn't come back, do I go looking, or trust her and give her a few minutes to maybe, get more acquainted?

At the end of the second song, she came back by herself and I breathed a sigh of relief. As she sat down I saw that her face looked flushed and slightly of red and she had sort of an annoyed look. Something told me there would be no third dance.

"What happened baby? You look unhappy. Did he take liberties with you or something?" I knew he had been grabbing her ass, and I wanted to see if she will admit to it.

She did. "He was nice, seemed nice, the first dance, so I stayed with him for another. I don't think we exchanged more than two or three words since it was hard to be heard over the music. Then on the second dance I guess he assumed I am available and started feeling my butt. A little at first, just subtle like.

I sort of acted like I was not aware he is doing it because I had been drinking. When I didn't pull him away, then he started squeezing my cheeks.

I almost stopped him but decided, 'well, the song only has a little ways to go, so no use making a fuss.'

Sally looked into my eyes, like she is about to confide a secret. She was. "I guess that was a mistake because then, without warning, he put his right hand up under my skirt in the front and got his hand right on my pussy."

Damn! He got his hand on her pussy. This I want to hear. My cock tingled as I frowned and acted kind of disgusted. I said, acted. "The nerve! Right on your pussy? Aren't you wearing panties?"

"Yes. But they are the ones you like with the narrow cut, so his hand landed mostly on bare skin."

Bare skin? I imagined his fingers landing directly on her pussy lips. "Did he manage to finger you?"

"He started to, he was that quick about it. But just as his finger penetrated me, just a little ways, the song ended and I immediately pulled away from him and came back to you."

I studied her face. "No words were exchanged?"

She nodded, and it looked sadly. "Not a word, the entire time we were together."

So even after that he isn't the one then? The one that goes back to the motel with us?"

"Absolutely not. He was taking too much for granted with no conversation, and I didn't like that."

"So we keep looking then?" I hoped she is not turned off now to this entire thing.

"Yes, we can try again. There will be more men I am sure since I saw a couple of men on the sidelines checking me out as we were dancing."

At the moment a fast song was playing, and any couples on the floor were dancing three feet apart, so she was probably going to be with me for a few minutes.

My cock was tingling as I reached out and held her hand. "Just out of curiosity, you said he almost managed to finger you, did actually, a little ways, so, when he did that, how far, truthfully, did he get his finger in, and were you wet?"

"You mean when he did it, was I wet from his doing it? No. I pulled away first."

"But how about from the dancing, and when he was squeezing your ass, did you get wet beforehand"

She sighed, as if not wanting to admit it. "Well, yes, I was wet, but only because of being close to him and it all seeming so intimate, but he, himself, did not turn me on."

"You didn't do any talking and had already decided he didn't turn you on? How does that work?"

"I don't know, We women have a sixth sense kind of thing about that."

Again, I thought of her personal space and how he had managed to be inside it, with all the benefits that go along.

"You didn't answer all of my question baby. How deep did he get with his finger?"

She turned red. I could see it even in the low light. "All the way, it felt like. His entire finger went in because I was wet and when he did it, my legs happened to be opened wide since I was in the middle of a dance step."

"Fuck baby. Do you realize that he is the first man ever to touch your pussy besides me?" I had wanted to say, 'Felt your pussy inside' instead of 'touched it,' since it sounded more intimate, but it was too late.

"Yes. But he didn't get to see it, and he was in me for such a short time I doubt he had much time to fix the feel of it in his memory."

"A short time? How short? Right in and right out, or...longer?"

She hesitated, then decided to be honest. "Longer, I guess. When he went in, it surprised me, but it felt good and for just a few seconds I quit moving and just stood there with his finger in me."

She reached over and placed her hand on top of mine. "I felt so weak that I had to hang onto his shoulders with my arms to keep from collapsing on the floor. I was shaking I think and he probably thought he had me then. But when he started stroking me with it, doing it steady, I came to my senses and pulled away from him."

"That's long enough for him to have the feel of your tight pussy fixed in his memory baby. I'm sure he did. I know how tight you are and he won't forget that little bit of luck!"

She took it wrong. "You're happy about that, that he got to finger me?"

"More than just finger you. He got to finger fuck you. But I was just commenting since I know how men think."

"Oh."

She was quiet for a moment, then out it came. "Being finger fucked felt good, I have to admit."

My heart leaped. What a dramatic change in my wife from weeks, no, days, no even hours ago. I had never heard her talk like this. 'Being finger fucked felt good' she had said. My innocent and formerly reluctant wife.

The drinks she had might have aided in this change in her attitude, I don't know.

I smiled, because it was looking like she still planned to go through with this try a man thing, and what had just happened might have encouraged her to try again.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, baby."

She sort of frowned, but didn't try to deny it. "Just physical, remember?"

The slow music started up again as I nodded. I might not have much time and I wanted to get all the details from my wife for obvious reasons.

I had a hard on, and since this might end up being the only thing that happens tonight, I wanted to prolong this conversation. If nothing else, if we get back to the motel we can re-hash this and maybe have a good fuck.

"Did he have a hard on? Could you feel his cock against you since you were dancing so close."

"You could see?"

"Yes, at times. The first song mostly."

"I think I felt him, there, sometimes, but I wasn't sure. He seemed more interested in grabbing my ass and I think he was planning on going under my dress in the front so wasn't staying in close on the second dance."

Suspicious that maybe my wife is still not giving me the full story, I went for more. "When you said he shoved his finger all the way in and you felt weak and couldn't move and had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling, were you kissing?"

I saw a tear come to her eye. "You know me better than I know myself sometimes. I was testing myself, testing him to see if I was attracted to him. So yes, we were kissing and standing there just before he shoved his finger in.

It did feel good, and I think that had I remained there, I might have cum. But like I said, he didn't attract me and as soon as I came to my senses, I immediately got away from him. I hope you're not mad."

Women are weird. He didn't attract my wife but she stopped dancing on the floor and tried a kiss, and he managed to finger fuck her. Some not attracted.

"No baby. I'm not mad. Why should I be when the whole purpose of our being here is for you to find a man to fuck. You were just testing your feelings, that's all."

Relieved that I am not mad, she giggled. "Yes, I was testing his feeling me while I was testing my feelings."

We both laughed.

"He never touched your boobs?"

"No. Only below, and my lips with his."

A man, a total stranger, using the dance method of getting inside my wife's personal space had managed to hold her, fondle her ass, kiss and finger her. Finger her good maybe, more so than she is admitting to.

The kiss might have been longer than she admitted, the fingering might have gone on longer than she admitted. Maybe she had orgasmed and not admitted it to me.

All in the space of two songs. All that, and they were never to meet. Meet in the manner intended for this night.

With my cock hard, I sighed. Now, we had something to talk about later if nothing else. "OK. So dancing didn't work out. Let's keep looking for a man for you." I looked around the bar again. "See anyone that looks interesting?"

"She looked, or pretended to. "No. Not now."

Back to square one. "So it's like before. If I choose, you might not like my choice, and if you choose, you think I'll be suspicious and jealous. So what do we do now?"

Finally, we find a way to choose.

It was Sally that finally came up with a solution. “See that empty stool over at the bar?”

“Yes," I answered as she pointed.

“Well, the next man that sits himself down there will be the guy, except I have to lay down some slight requirements. It's only fair.”

I could tell, tell by the sound of her voice. My wife is turned on now, maybe by the guy that didn't turn her on, but it would seem, she wants to do this now.

“O.K.” I agreed, my eyes already watching the stool. “The next guy, but what are the requirements so it's fair for you?”

She giggled. “The guy needs to be at least decent looking, not really ugly or dirty or anything, and not way fat or anything like that. Is that alright?”

“That sounds reasonable to me. Let’s see who sits down there. Hey wait! So who goes over and invites him to the motel?”

“You do,” my wife answered with her eyes wide. “I’ll stay right here and when you put the subject to him and he asks where I am, you look my way and I’ll wave.”

Finally, it sounded like Sally really plans to go through with it. First we had made the trip over here, and then I had laid out $120 for a nice motel room with an outside entrance, and finally, the choosing of her first man. It was going to happen.

But I wanted to hear her say it. “You are going to do this, fuck whoever sits down there if he meets those requirements, is that right? No backing out even if he turns out to be a runt and kind of homely?”

"I've already committed to this, so take my word."

I thought of something else and had to get it out fast before someone takes that stool. "If and when I'm over there talking to the guy, make sure you stay here and not get up to dance with anyone."

"Silly. I know better than that."

Now that a decision had been made and I knew it is going to happen, it seemed strange to think that, some lucky man, maybe a jerk, maybe a wife beater, maybe a convicted felon or worse, could be fucking my wife just for choosing a bar stool to sit on.

To be fair to my wife, I didn't want him to be a runt or homely. But neither did I want him to be a giant and extremely handsome. An average man is what I hoped for, with maybe a little larger than average cock.

He can even be a little larger than me, I was thinking, so she can really be aware that she has someone new inside her, but with me being seven inches, the odds are that he might not be as long, but if he turns out to be a little thicker than me, that might make up the difference.

The thing is, I wanted my wife to be fucked by a man while I watch, have him be a little different in size so he will feel different, but not necessarily a lot better. I wanted to see a man really get down and dirty with my wife, to see and touch her everywhere.

To really work her pussy with his stay hard cock for a long time, and leave her craving more when it is over so I can finish what he maybe did not.

Stay hard. Important for sure. What if he turns out to be one of those guys that can not perform with a strange woman, or with someone watching? I had seen several movies online where the guy never really gets hard or keeps it hard. That I did not want, though in a way it might cause my wife to better appreciate me since I don't have that problem with her.

A lot to wish for, but Fate would be making the decision tonight.

I had told her no backing out, even if he turns out to be a runt and kind of homely, and Sally nodded. “And you have to go along, is that right? Let me fuck him, even if he turns out to be tall, dark and handsome. No backing out?”

She was tossing it right back at me. “I agree. Now let’s wait.”

A couple of minutes later, Sally was feeling the effects of her drink, and she giggled. “What if he is gay? Does that mean that you make it with him instead of me?”

Oh, that was funny.

“No dear. I don't think so," I said, laughing. "We pick another stool and wait.”

The thought hit me. 'What if a woman sits down there? Not likely, but possible. What would my wife say? I guess I could settle for bringing a woman back to the motel, if she doesn't turn out to be really ugly or dirty or anything, and not way fat or anything like that.

My specifications matched my wife's.

Fate makes our decision.

We were served another set of drinks before someone finally took the stool and he turned out to be tall dark and handsome. A black man is who plunked himself down there, and neither of us spoke for a minute as we stared in disbelief.

I waited to see if Sally would ask for additional requirements, but instead she said, “Go get him.”

Go get him? A black man? I had, not in the presence of my wife, viewed some photos and videos online. Also, my favorite, I had read stories on sites named DarkWanderer and Slutwives and some of those stories were, I think, written by black men who delight in putting white men down and writing sometimes silly things about their white cocks and what the white wives really want.

I knew, deep down, that women might prefer a man with a larger cock, preferably the thick part of the larger cock. So if a black man turns out to be larger, I can certainly understand a white woman's desire to try him.

If she does, and has no proof in advance of what equipment he carries, she might be let down down. So she is taking a chance if she just chooses a black guy to see what if?

There is also the forbidden factor, a white woman is not supposed to fuck a black man. There is the cuckolding of her white husband to consider, which might excite her actually, and then, most white women have probably heard the rumors, the stories, of how black men, some of them at least, are well hung. Very.

But silly things like wanting to be impregnated by the black man, which in real life given their situation, married, family, a social life, they certainly would not want.

So now a black man has been chosen by Fate to sit down at a certain stool we have picked and that black man might soon be fucking my wife. I could only hope he has a positive attitude and is not like some of those stories I have read.

I made one last attempt to change what Fate has decided. Frowning, I turned my head to speak to my wife and she pointed her finger toward him as she shook her head. “Now go!”

Slowly I slid out of the booth and giving Sally one last glance and then moving forward when she again pointed her finger firmly in the black man’s direction, I headed to the bar.

'She knows. She knows by the way I acted. I do not want her to be fucked by a black man.' I had made it obvious I knew, and maybe I should not have. But I had been caught off guard. My wife, by her actions, had also made it clear. She wants to be fucked by a black man.

All the way over there, fifteen feet or so, I was wondering, ‘Is my wife still doing this to keep her word, or is she excited at maybe getting a chance to fuck a black man?’

'What an opportunity for her,' I was thinking. "Sally gets to fuck a strange man, and if she has ever been curious, having heard the stories, she also gets to fuck a black man. Is she thinking just in terms of strange and race, or is cock size also in her thinking?'

My heart was beating hard and I was wondering how to broach the subject. Fortunately the stool to his right was now available. 'This,' I felt, 'is going to be awkward.'

I slid in and giving me a nod, he glanced at me and then turned his attention back to his drink. Well, at least he didn't give me a dirty look. The expression on his face had been neither friendly or unfriendly. Maybe just indifferent.

'Fuck. What to say?' I decided to come right out with it and the easiest way will be to tell the truth.

I did not want to be in the position of being a white man asking a black man to fuck my wife because she had specifically chosen him. No, the truth was much easier.

“Got a minute to talk?”

I guess that was not the best opening line but he acted friendly. “Sure man, what’s up?

“My wife and I could not agree on who should do the choosing, so we agreed that the next man to sit on this stool,” I nodded my head down to where he was seated, ”will be the man she takes into her bed tonight.”

I don't know how I came up with that on the spur of the moment, but it sounded a lot better to me than saying 'The man gets to fuck her.'

Surprisingly, he didn’t react with any outward show of shock or disbelief. “Really? Point her out to me.”

I quickly added beforehand. “We had to wait almost 20 minutes for someone to take this seat.”

I turned on my stool and nodded towards Sally. Before I could say ‘She’s the beautiful brunette sitting alone in the booth’ Sally smiled and waved and he immediately commented. “Fuck, she’s a fox!”

He turned his head to look at me. “Has she ever fucked a black man?”

I gulped at his blunt language, but already I felt a tingle in my loins. “Actually, she’s never fucked anyone but me. Made love I mean. We’ve been married seventeen years and now she’s curious.”

“She’s curious about black men?”

“No. It’s like I said. We couldn’t agree on who would choose her first man so we agreed that the next man to sit here in that stool you’re on will be the guy.”

He said it again as he continued to eyeball Sally. “She’s a fox. I’d say about 35 and from the looks of that chest she must be a D cup."

“She’s a nice firm D cup and she’s 37, but don’t tell her I told you her age. Now, are you interested? Are you available, because we’ve rented a room?”

“How about you? You going to sit over in a chair and watch like some husbands like to do or what?”

“You’ve done this before?” I was shocked.

He heard the surprise or maybe consternation in my voice and replied. “I’ve fucked a few white wives while their husband's watch. It seems to be a big thing nowadays. They look at sites on the internet like ‘Slutwives’ or something and then they want to see their old lady taking a black dick.”

I was surprised, but not too, when he mentioned Slutwives, one of the sites I had visited, but I said nothing in that regard for fear he will think we have specifically chosen him. I needed to know.

“Are the wives, those wives, into it too, or is it mostly the husband's idea?”

He laughed. “The wives, most of them, act like they are doing it for their husband, but as it turns out, it's something they always wanted to do, or decide they want to do.”

He had partly confirmed what those sites had implied, that white women specifically choose black men. But maybe he is exaggerating about those white wives, or just bragging.

I wanted to learn what my place in this should be. Do I watch, or join in? I was actually the man in charge, but this guy seemed so knowledgeable that I sensed if I just allow him to take charge that things might be much easier to do.

“I'd like to do more than just watch, if that's alright with you?” Unbelievably, I was asking. I kicked myself. 'What the fuck am I doing? Giving this man total control right from the beginning and I don't even know him.'

“The husbands set it up, or they think they are, but I just concentrate on the wife. Sometimes, if the husband wants to get in close, I might let him aim my cock for me or even help his wife suck on it.”

I was shocked at what he is saying, but at the same time I felt my cock tingling, and yes, even dripping. He had brought out what had been a fantasy of mine. My helping out by aiming a man's cock and maybe even seeing what it would be like to suck a cock, but of course, only with my wife there.

Those fantasies of holding and maybe, sucking, had been on a white cock of course, because that is what I had decided to make happen, until Fate stepped in.

“You wouldn’t mind? Truthfully I thought about that, touching his cock, your cock, or more. But I never told my wife that. All we discussed was letting her have, fuck a strange man and then later, at her suggestion, we might have a threesome with some gal.”

I had told him that because I wanted him to know that my tastes run more towards women than men, but inside my mind was reeling. Aim his cock? That sounded exciting. Suck it? That I didn’t know, but if my wife is doing it too, maybe.

I had just admitted to him that holding and even sucking his cock is a go. But first I needed to say something, his being a black man, and if those stories are true...'

I glanced over at Sally, 15 feet away, and when our eyes met, she sort of tilted her head as if to ask, 'Is it happening?'

I raised both hands in front of me and held them out to let her know that things are being discussed and give me more time. I turned my attention back to the man Fate has chosen.

“My wife’s pussy,” I hesitated and then decided to go on, “Is nice and tight but…” I hesitated again and I think my face was turning red, “But she can’t take a really long one I don’t think. I’ve got seven inches and I hit bottom on her in some positions if I push, so if you are longer than that you have to promise me that you’ll use control and be gentle. I don’t want her hurt.”

Before he could reply, I added: “ Like I said, she's never been fucked by anyone but me so she's kind of reluctant. This is more my idea than hers, I think. I know once or twice she told me that I am the biggest she ever wants."

I don't know why I was telling him all that, but it was making things a lot more exciting for me.

"I'm here making this offer because you sat down on this stool, otherwise, this might not be happening.”

He smiled, and I hoped he was telling the truth with his answer. “No sweat man. I’m around seven, maybe a little more, but if it feels like I’m hitting bottom I’ll be careful.” He looked from me over to my wife. “What say we head for the motel?”

That was it. No, ‘Let’s meet in the booth and get acquainted,’ just, ‘Let’s go to the motel.’ Well, I guess that was the plan, and besides, my wife had agreed to fuck the occupant of that stool, and basically, no matter what, so she didn't need to be interviewing him in advance.

Besides, though we didn't know anyone in this bar, except for a little bit the man who had previously fingered my wife, I didn't want people in the bar to see the three of us sitting together and then walking out together.

“Do you have a car?”

“Yes, it’s in the lot.”

“We’re in a blue Lexus four door. I’ll fire it up and stop out at the exit towards town. When you pull in behind us you can follow us to the motel. It's only a couple of miles from here. Wait for us to walk out, then you can follow.”

Even though we are in a strange town, I didn't want people in the bar seeing us walking out together with a black man. Some prejudices die hard.

When I got to Sally, and she saw that I am alone with him still sitting on his stool, she looked concerned. "It's not happening?"

"He's coming in a minute. I asked him to meet up with our car and follow us."

"Oh. Goody!"

'What? She sounds really excited about this.'

A total change from the reluctant wife of old. Now she sounds hot to trot.

As we were walking out I spotted him sitting near the door. The finger man. He watched with a slight smile on his face as we went by, and then I saw his head swivel around to where he was looking behind us, and I think he saw the black dude starting to follow.

He frowned, but I had pretended not to see him and continued on. I bet he was pissed.

He had a nicer car than me, a silver Mercedes AMG, one of the hot ones. I was wondering if he is also hot with that cock of his. As I drove slowly to the motel, making sure he was staying with us, my wife finally asked, she had been quiet till now.

“A black man. Does he seem nice?”

“Very. He had a good attitude so I like him O.K. So you should too. Don’t let the way he talks sometimes turn you off though. He uses the F word a lot.”

“Maybe because that is where his mind is, like mine is about now.”

"You have your mind on being fucked I can see."

"Yes Ray. It's finally happening. I only rarely thought about something like this all the years of our marriage. Then recently, when you started talking about this, offering to let me try a strange man, it became first a possibility for me, and when I saw how excited you seemed to be about me being with a man, it became a desire, to be truthful."

"So you're happy about this and not upset then?"

"Very happy, and I hope he turns out to be a considerate lover." She giggled softly and reaching across that stupid console, she rubbed the area of my crotch. “I feel something happening there. Did you two make any plans?”

I nodded. “He doesn’t mind if I watch or join in. Of course, that would be a requirement of mine in any case.”

“To watch or to join in? Do you plan to maybe, touch him?”

I sensed that my wife was very turned on now to this whole scene. “He said it would be cool, so I might aim it for him, into you.”

I hesitated for a second, and then elaborated. "Matter of fact, I'd really like to do that, aim his black cock into you the first time."

She was silent as she mulled that one around in her head. “So that's why you two took so long talking. You get to feel his cock. I guess that way you can be up close and personal, right?”

“Very close. I want to see it up close and personal so I plan to be right there and watching and aiming him when his black cock opens your tight little pussy for the first time.”

To make this more erotic, I was using the word 'black' as much as possible.

We were repeating something already said, but I think that this subject, the first entry of a strange cock into her married pussy, was uppermost on both our minds.

Sally sighed. “His black cock and my tight pussy. Do you think he might be big? I've always felt that you are big enough. I’ve heard stories about black men and I don’t want it to hurt.”

I didn’t want to spoil any surprise for her but felt that she needed reassurance. “I told him you are little and how long, what size I am and that I sometimes hit bottom and he says he is about the same, seven inches, maybe a little more.”

“Oh.” She nodded, but from her face I could not tell if she was relieved, or perhaps disappointed to hear that he might be no longer then me. Then she surprised me.

"He said 'Maybe a little more?' He might have been telling a fib Ray. Think about that. He could be longer and just didn't want you to back out maybe."

“That's possible for sure. He promised to be careful and not hurt you just in case,” I added.

She squeezed my hard shaft, which now was running down my left pant leg. “But what about width? You know how tight I am.”

“Shit. I never thought to ask.” Feeling like a dummy, I looked at her. “It should be O.K. If he is about my length he’s probably no wider, or thicker, or whatever.” I tried to make it sound casual, like no big deal, but inside, I was worried. 'What if...?'

“I hope so," Sally said softly.

Then she sighed. "But what if he really is thicker? It could hurt."

"I don't know baby, but from what I have read women can stretch and take just about any size, and it's supposedly easier for a woman to take width than excess length."

I was remembering one short video I had seen, a GIF, where this little white girl, very young looking, is on her knees doggy style with her large tits being squashed on the bed, and a black guy, whose face we can not see, is working his huge, and I mean huge cock into her, pulling it out, and putting it in again, and it looks like it could reach to her throat and I had wondered how in the Hell can she do that?

The GIF is about a minute long and repeats as you watch it. She is moaning and the black man is starting to make groaning noises like he is about to cum. That memory was now in my mind. Fuck! What if?'

I could tell that my wife is really getting excited now because Sally was not only rubbing the bulge going down the left inside of my trousers but herself as well as I pulled into the motel lot and in front of my door.

"We're here," I said, like it was the first time we had been there. The lot was wide and our new friend was able to park close to us without blocking other numbered spaces.

“What’s his name? Did you ask?”

“Shit, I don’t know. Does it matter? I don’t want him to know our last name so just use your first.” I noticed that my pants, at the end of my dick now has a wet spot from her caressing my erection.

He waited until we had climbed out and were heading to our door, and then he joined up with us. “Hi, I’m Dwayne,” he said to Sally with a warm smile and holding out his hand. But he was holding out his hand to Sally, and she took it.

“And I’m Sally.” She returned Dwayne’s smile, and I experienced a first pang of jealousy. I could tell, instant rapport.

We were in the room now and suddenly, things seemed very awkward, to me. Not for Dwayne however, or it seemed, for my wife. Dwayne had held onto her hand after she had taken it, and now that we are inside he used it to draw her towards him.

I was still closing the motel door and just like that, he was bending down several inches and my wife was raising her face to his as they began kissing. Kissing? I hadn't thought about that and I felt my heart tighten.

No conversation. No feeling one another out. No hesitation. Right to it. Him, I was not surprised. Her? Very surprised.

I watched my wife responding passionately to his kiss and I wondered how she can just do this, jump right in with her lips even before he has begun to fuck her. Yes, I know that sounds weird, fucking before kissing, but this was a pre-arranged fuck session.

They broke the kiss and Dwayne spoke first. “Do you need to use the bathroom or anything before we begin?”

I was adjusting the lighting just so as she answered with an excited sounding voice. “We've already begun, but maybe I should. I’ll just freshen up a little bit.”

I interpreted that in my mind as; ‘She’s going to take a pee and wash her pussy.’

I watched as my wife, looking very excited I might add, wasted no time as she headed into the big bathroom and closed the door. I was alone with Dwayne now and feeling very strange.

With my wife there with me, it seemed there is a reason for all this. With her out of the room, it was a very strange sensation. I didn’t know what to say to Dwayne, this strange man who is about to initiate my wife with his black penis.

My mind was going wild. 'Will he be thicker than me? Did he fib about his length? What kind of technique will he use in bed? Can he go on and on with that ass of his and pump Sally until he has drilled her right into and through the mattress?

Dwayne knew. He has been here before. He pointed. “For now, just sit in that leather lounger and let me warm your old lady up. It's up to you if you want to get naked. Most of the men who watch their wives taking my cock and getting all crazy like end up naked, at least on the bottom half.”

I had a hint of things to maybe, cum. 'Taking my cock and getting all crazy like.'

He smiled as he saw me sit down and start stripping by pulling off my shoes. “Once I get your wife naked and involved, you can get in close if you want.”

He laughed, but not loud enough for Sally to hear through the bathroom door. "Shit, if you want, once I get her started, you can lie between our legs and get close enough to touch us with your tongue if you want."

I was shocked. "Husbands actually do that?"

He snickered. "With me they do, when they're brave enough in front of their old lady."

Dwayne had taken charge. Me? I was visualizing my wife 'getting all crazy like.'

Sally came out of the bathroom and shocked me. She had stripped down to her black panties and bra, and still had on her black garter belt and stockings! Her panties were cut very narrow in the crotch, and on each side a little bit of lip was showing.

Dwayne, I saw, had taken notice immediately, while I was remembering the man on the dance floor and how exciting it must have been for him when he had reached under Sally's skirt and felt bare pussy just before he shoved his finger in.

Yes, lips, not hair. My wife had shaved her normally soft and thick furry bush off for this night, and Dwayne would not only be the first strange man to fuck my wife, but also be the first man to fully enjoy her with a shaved pussy.

I say 'fully enjoy her' since her dance partner had also enjoyed her shaved pussy for a brief moment or two and had actually been the first man.

Then it occurred to me that Dwayne might like hearing that. “Sally shaved it just today, and you'll be the first man ever to have her shaved...” I hesitated and added so that my wife would know that he knows, “the first man besides me to ever have her, period.”

Their eyes met, and I knew she was telling him with her eyes, 'It's true. You'll be my first.'

I was seated in the lounge chair now and Sally hardly gave me a glance. I guess in that chair is where she wanted me for now. Dwayne took Sally by the hand and moved her to the bed. Then, as she laid herself flat, he looked down at himself and said, “Now I’ll get comfortable.”

As Sally watched with expectant eyes, Dwayne was peeling off his shirt and then undershirt when I realized…”Shit, I left my cell phone in the car.”

“You’d better go get it,” said Sally, “in case anyone calls about your dad.”

My father is a heart patient and doing poorly so I wanted to be available in case my mother needs for me to come.

I noticed as I stood that my wife had sat up and with Dwayne's help in back, was removing her bra.

“Yes. I’ll get it. Don’t start without me.” I quickly, after putting my shoes back on, headed for the door. I knew that they wouldn't just sit there, so I added, “You can be kissing or something till I get back.”

What I really wanted to see is his cock, and Sally's face when she first sees it too.

Already, I saw, he is cupping her lovely breasts with both hands and with the biggest grin on his face.

I walked quickly out to our car and using the clicker, reached in and grabbed my cell out of the center cup holder. Sitting on the driver's seat, it took a few seconds to get the phone to connect. Then I checked it for any messages. There was one from my sister but nothing from my mother.

I took 20 seconds to listen to my sister’s message, nothing important and I headed back into the room. All told, I couldn't have been gone more than two or three minutes.

I think my mouth might have dropped a foot.

Fuck! Dwayne is already fully naked and between my wife’s legs, just that quick, and she was moaning loudly. They sure hadn't wasted any time! ' As I headed quickly towards them I was watching those shiny and firmly rounded chocolate buttocks of his as he was moving over my wife. Those movements of his confirmed it.

“He’s already fucking my wife!’


Sally still had her garter belt and panties on, and he had moved the narrow strip of her panties to one side in order to leave her panties on and make penetration. When he realized that I am back in the room, Dwayne rose off my wife and leaned back so I can better see the action.

What I saw both thrilled and killed me. Like my wife, Dwayne was shaved. His black cock was wide, very wide, and my wife’s tight little pussy was being stretched way out and had turned red from the stretching and friction he is creating as he moved slowly in and out.

My innocent little wife. Look what I've done! Look at what he is doing! Talk about his being inside my wife's personal space, is he ever!

I am sure my eyes were bulging just like Sally's pussy. I had never seen her lips looking all red and stretched like this and I could only gulp and stare in disbelief.

I had seen many photos, thousands actually, but never had seen one, not one, of a pussy looking like my wife's pussy looks now.

He must be double my width, and has my wife stretched so far, that not only is she bulging on the sides, all around, but her clitoris has been pulled down so that his cock is actually touching it at the same time.

It was all pussy, clit and cock. White pussy turned a strange shade of red, and only black cock, I am sure, could be doing that to her.

Rumors, stories, all confirmed.

Dwayne had neglected, I am sure on purpose, to tell me that his cock is so thick, and I, like an idiot, had failed to ask. It was too late now. She looked more stretched than any woman ever, and her lips, a very obvious pink, almost red from the increased blood flow he must be creating.

It was hard to do, but I pulled my eyes away for a split second to look at my wife's face. Her eyes were closed tight. Her mouth, opened wide, and as my eyes returned to her, no it is his pussy now, I could see on the way back that having had her grip on his arms removed, she is now digging her fingers into the mattress.

Dwayne waited long enough for me to get a good look as he slowly started moving his hips and tugged her tight lips in and out a few times, and then he laid himself down over her again. His shaft had looked dry, the part that had not been in her as I looked, and I still didn't know how long he actually is and if she can take the rest of it.

My wife began moaning and digging her fingers into his shoulders and as Dwayne penetrated her deep, yes, past seven inches and more like eight deep I was to see the first time it came out, Sally was getting crazy like, just like Dwayne had said as she gripped his ass and moaned louder.

Then...bang, she came! That quick, that easy. I knew my wife is cumming because of her moaning yes, but not from seeing her lips pulsating in the steady almost one second apart contractions women have when they cum.

I think her lips were stretched so tight, they couldn't contract enough for it to show all that much, but I looked under and saw her anus, and it was moving big time. Then, as my eyes quickly returned to her pussy, I saw then, that her lips were clutching at his shaft in the final throes of her most intense, and maybe quickest orgasm, ever.

Not only that, but almost her entire body, from face to ass and lower, looked shiny from sweat. Again, I had never seen her get wet like this. Damp maybe, a few times when I had spent some time in her and it was a warm night, but never like this, on a cool night and in only a couple of minutes.

I was pissed, but mostly I was pissed because Dwayne had not waited for me to feel and then aim his amazing cock. Maybe he was afraid I would refuse to allow him to enter my beautiful wife once I saw that cock, so he had gone ahead and taken aim for himself.

And then, with no acknowledgment of her orgasm, Sally surprised me.

“You weren’t here honey, so I aimed it for him.”

She had aimed him? My wife is the one who had not been patient enough to wait for me and I had been blaming Dwayne in my thoughts. I am sure what I said next to my wife was good for his ego.

“You aimed it? You felt how wide he is and put it in anyhow? Doesn’t it hurt?” Maybe a stupid question after the obvious way my wife has just taken him deep and orgasmed.

She looked confused. “Hurt? Oh no, at first a little, and he feels longer, but as long as he doesn't go too deep and jab, it feels good, really good.” She sighed and reaching up for Dwayne’s head, pulled it down. They kissed a long one as Dwayne continued to pump slowly.

He owned my wife now. Owns her like they are old friends as well. I am just the bystander, watching as my wife is possessed by a big fucking black cock and the man who is using it on her.

Black cock? Where do they get that? His cock not only looked the widest ever, but it also looked the brownest ever. On top of that, as he is on top of her, his cock is starting to look shiny, as in wife wet.

She orgasmed again while trying desperately to keep kissing him at the same time and be able to breathe.

Then, after maybe another two full minutes, Sally looked at me. “Honey, you can return to your chair if you like, or get those clothes off and I’ll suck you between kisses.”

I think my wife would have preferred that I stay out of the way so she could give her concentration to the pleasure she is receiving. But I was not about to just sit back and watch. No way. Based on the way she is responding not only to his cock but his kisses, I was not willing to allow my wife to be totally involved with this man with the huge cock.

Not mentally.

My stiff prick leading the way, I moved over to where my cock was alongside my wife's face, and she, probably reluctantly because she wanted to totally enjoy Dwane's meat, took my cock into her mouth.

I was enjoying this, because my wife seemed to be sucking me with real passion, and also, my cock was close, within inches, of Dwayne's mouth. I knew he will never suck it, but still, it was kind of exciting to have my cock so close.

That is how my initiation into being the cuckolded extra guy while my wife is being fucked by a real man came to be. Dwayne fucked, Sally fucked and sucked, and Dwayne made my wife cum multiple times while I tried to hold back.

Then something happened that surprised me. I had thought that Dwayne will never suck my cock, but after my wife had her mouth on me for a while, and I am sure getting some pre-fluid in the process, she turned her head to Dwayne, and he kissed her.

Yes, kissed her, with her mouth coming right off my cock. Almost sucking me, getting my juice maybe, and my excitement level soared.

I am sure that with my wife having to move her head back and forth between Dwayne's offered lips and my offered cock, that she was unable to give her full concentration to Dwayne, his cock, and what he is doing to her.

It's probably a good thing, for the sake of saving my marriage, that I was able to interrupt her concentration because my wife's little pussy was receiving a workout to top all workouts. If damage to his wife's pussy is part of what a husband must deal with when being cuckolded, it was happening now.

I don't know if Sally is being damaged, but damn it sure looks like it the way he is stretching her and making her change colors every time she grows close to orgasm and goes over.

Dwayne was equipped I would say with the perfect cock for my little wife. Not too long but perfectly thick. I say perfectly because that is what Sally called it later when I asked her about it. “Perfect”

And she had said it twice. Once, when it first came out in response to my question, and a little later when I saw her sort of staring off into space and she sort of whispered it to herself, “The perfect cock.”

After seventeen years of happy marriage my loving wife has finally found her perfect cock. I guess, one way to look at it, I was now less than perfect. But for the time being I was perfectly happy to spend a lot of time behind and under Dwayne as I watched between his legs and saw my wife's pussy turning dark red each time she had another one of those wildly intense orgasms.

I guess I can claim one first for myself that night. Sally had her first strange man, her first big cock, her first black cock, and her first groupings of intense multiple orgasms. Me? I got to cum in my wife’s mouth and have her swallow for the first time.

After that, Dwayne wouldn’t kiss my wife for a long time, not until they had taken some drinks from the little refrigerator, and then had started fucking again. I wonder why.

No, Dwayne I don't think ever ended up tasting my cum, but I am pretty sure I tasted and swallowed some of his that time when I went down on her for a few minutes while he took a break. She had already gone to the bathroom and 'freshened up,' but there was some still in her, that placed deep cum that drains out slowly.

I honestly don't know if my wife knew I was tasting and swallowing some of Dwayne's cum. She was up there, and I was down here. But she might have known since I not only worked her clit, but spent a fair amount of time on her swollen inner lips, and her vaginal entrance.

Some was running out now. Dwayne was sitting and watching, and even lightly stroking his semi-erection as he watched me licking and loving on my wife's newly re-engineered pussy.

I went lower and ran my tongue all the way up through her ass crack, scooping and catching and swallowing a big blob of cum before it managed to run onto the mattress. She must have known then that I am eating cum.

I have to be honest. It was easy to do, swallow some of his cum. After all, I had already participated in the sucking of that perfect cock as she shared it with me and taken in some of his pre-cum. Yes, I had sucked his cock while my wife held it in front of me. Opened my mouth wide and sucked my very first cock.

A cock that is coated not only with his cum, but my wife's juices.

I never tried to go any deeper than the head. Quite frankly, his cock being so wide, there was no way. But at my wife's urging, I followed her example and nibbled with my teeth all up and down the sides of his thick shaft, like nibbling on a corn cob.

I ran my tongue all up and down the shaft, and each time I would rise high enough to reach his head, my mouth would go over and on. I think, at one point, I kind of went crazy as I sucked his cock and even, loved on it. Sally seemed surprised, but pleased.

I looked at his cock. I studied it. I held it. I sucked and nibbled on it, and yes, don't tell Dwayne, I admired it. But not once, while I was doing it, did I meet Dwayne's eyes with mine. Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to be cuckolded maybe by having him meet my eyes.

Not while I am performing this homosexual act on part of his body could I look at him.

Does this make me gay? I don't think so. Never once did I have any desire to look into his eyes, or meet his lips with mine. Nor do I have any desire to do such with any other man. It was just that this was my wife's first cock, her perfect cock on the first try, and I wanted to experience it.

The fact that his cock is black and therefore 'forbidden,' made it even better.

Dwayne finally left around 3 AM and though I had planned to fuck Sally after, she didn't seem too much in the mood, and I was pretty much done since I had already climaxed twice. Once when I was sucking Dwayne and my wife had played with my cock. And once in her mouth while she was under Dwayne.

So she didn't get to make a direct right after comparison of the feel of her married white cock after having some forbidden black cock being inserted. That's probably a good thing.

I finally get my crack at some strange crack.

Remember that threesome with Jackie that Sally has promised? Biff is off on a trip and it’s going to happen tonight. But something is bothering me. My wife had asked me for permission to get Dwayne’s number before he left that night.

I had agreed, thinking that maybe we could get together with Dwayne at some future time and this time I will get to aim him and help her suck. But my wife might have other plans since I overheard her using some words to Jackie in a whispered conversation on the phone.

I heard Sally say ‘foursome’ and then I think she was saying things like ‘really thick, and he knows what to do with it.’ I don’t think my wife was talking about me or just the three of us.

It's four PM so I'll put my typing off for a while and see what happens.

Sure enough, Jackie arrived at eight as promised. I had just given Jackie a first drink, waited a while, kissed her, got some feels with my wife watching before heading off to the bedroom with her when the doorbell rang.

“That's Dwayne,” Sally said excitedly without meeting my eyes. She had not discussed this with me in advance, Dwayne being in on our threesome now to be a foursome.

Dwayne had driven about eighty miles to be here.

I was at the bedroom door and still holding Jackie's hand and I barely had time to yell out, “I get her first,” before Jackie responded with, “Yes, we had already planned it that way,” at the same time Sally was opening the door.

Surprisingly, I guess they had discussed and planned this all out in advance, the two women were stripped almost naked before Dwayne and I could get our clothes off. There they were, the two of them, wearing a black garter belt, high heels and nothing else.

And both with shaved pussies. My wife's shave freshened up by my eager hand earlier today, and Jackie's pussy also shaved just today, and her husband Biff had never seen her shaved. Like Dwayne had been with my wife's shaved pussy, I wanted to be sure to be first with Jackie.

I got my pants off quicker than Dwayne, and I was fully erect when Jackie saw my cock for the first time, and she had this biggest smile. Then I saw Jackie glance towards Dwayne and his almost erect cock, rapidly rising, and reaching while she continued to stare at his development, she gripped my cock and said, “You get to break me in first.”

I knew right then that Jackie also planned to fuck Dwayne.

For a little while, about forty five minutes, I would be giving Jackie the biggest cock she has ever had. Just for forty five minutes or so. I must say, she was having what seemed like some rather intense orgasms with me, and they were happening with regularity.

"We want to watch you two together first before we begin," Sally had said. I was quick to agree to that because I knew that if my wife is fucking Dwayne at the same time I will not be able to give my full concentration to Jackie.

So as my wife sat, or rather, somewhat laid beside Dwayne on one side of our king mattress and he held her breasts while they watched us, I began making love, I'll call it that since I had known her so long, to Jackie.

I was surprised to hear my wife telling Dwayne. "Watch now when my husband first gives it to her. He's longer and thicker than her husband and I just know Jackie's going to love this."

I heard Dwayne ask: "Your husband's bigger than her husband? How do you know, did you fuck him?"

"Oh no, never. Jackie and I compared notes, that's all."

I took note at that moment that my wife was stroking Dwayne's impressive member. Since they were waiting to see the action and penetration, I did not spend us much time on the foreplay with Jackie that I might otherwise have done.

As I walked on my knees up between Jackie's opened legs, I think that I gave Dwayne and my wife the show they hoped to see. Jackie moaned a good one as I broke her in, it felt like, as I slowly entered her while making sure to stay up on my knees so Dwayne and Sally can see it all from behind me.

Also, up on my knees, I was able to look down and see how Jackie's lips, her shaved lips, are stretched around my hard cock. Not as stretched as my wife had looked with Dwayne of course, but still, nice to see.

Damn she was feeling good. Better I think, than my wife, but then, Jackie was new to me, and now, also tighter.

Yes yes Jackie was tight, and I knew that tightness was now being expanded to a greater degree by me than her braggart husband had ever managed to do. I began fucking her good, the best I knew how.

Getting lower with my upper body while keeping my lower up high, I kissed her, I fucked her, I loved on her, and I think Jackie knew what I am doing. That special attraction I had for Jackie had always been there, and I had been careful never to let on with my wife.

But Jackie could tell, I could tell, and she responded in kind.

Jackie had told my wife, so I wanted to hear it confirmed as I whispered a question into her ear. “I heard my wife say that my cock is larger than Biff's. Is that a true story?”

I was surprised at her language and honesty, but I think that Jackie was not getting along with Biff all that well at the present time. So out it came. and fairly loud. “Fuck yeah you're bigger, and making me cum better than I've ever cum before.”

Being funny, I had whispered it into her ear, but Jackie had made no secret of her answer. Like I said, she must have been mad at Biff for something.

'Yeah Biff,' I was thinking. 'I wish you could see me with your wife now., or better still, see your wife with me.'

Jackie grabbed my head and pulling it down, kissed me madly. I never did get a chance to thank her for the compliment, because my being the best was not to last all that much longer.

A couple of times I looked down to see what her pussy is doing as she gripped me and moaned. As I moved slow sometimes so I can feel her contractions during her orgasms, it was turning a bright pink.

Just like my wife with Dwayne. Her orgasms were intense and happening with regularity. I want to say it again. Was her pussy tight? Oh yeah. It's nice to have the biggest cock a woman, especially someone else's wife, has ever taken, even if it's only for a little while.

Plus, this was Biff's wife in the buff, and for tonight, for a little while, she was mine. With Jackie, I was enjoying that knowledge, just like Dwayne had enjoyed having my wife in the motel and knowing he is the biggest.

My wife, I know, had set this up deliberately. Sally is allowing me to fuck Jackie, yes. But mainly, my wife is getting to do what she had wanted to do that night in the motel. Now she is getting fucked by Dwayne, and not having to entertain me at the same time.

I made sure that at one point, Jackie saw how red my wife's pussy lips turn when being stretched so far by Dwayne's abnormally wide cock. As Jackie stared with wide eyes, I got some pleasure from saying: 'That's the way your pussy might look when you take your turn and he's in you."

I think she was fibbing, or maybe during that moment believing it, when she whispered into my ear, "You'll still be the best."

Then came a break, some drinks, and a swap. Or perhaps I should say a break for my wife and I while we laid beside them on the bed and watched as Dwayne began his demonstration of the 'perfect' cock.

Jackie had a harder time than my wife had when taking Dwayne for the first time. I guess her being used to little Biff and then having me feel so big to her, had the effect of making Dwayne feel too big.

But she ultimately, with the aid of some K-Y, took Dwayne. She got pretty noisy. Louder than with me, and sometime later Sally told me that Jackie said she had never been noisy with Biff, and I had brought it out, and Dwayne had confirmed it.

My being 'the best' with her had lasted all of about half an hour.

Sally, as Dwayne was now in a go slow mode and kissing Jackie at the same time, moved her head in close, maybe to say something to Jackie, and Jackie reached out and pulled Sally's face to hers.

They kissed, for the first time far as I know. When it was over, that long kiss, Jackie smiled up at Sally and said, "Thank you for everything."

My wife knew, but at that moment Jackie didn't know. I was behind Dwayne, and holding his tightly wrinkled and sizeable balls up so I can better watch her lips being stretched.

Jackie likes being fucked with more than five thin inches. Jackie had also commented, once she had me and then Dwayne, that we are both thicker than Biff as well.

Jackie's pussy was now shaved, and I could see as Dwayne worked her over with some expert moves, that she too, just like my wife, has lips that will turn red as she orgasms around that perfect cock.

For me, she turns pink. For Dwayne, she turns red. Just like my wife.

For a little while, maybe forty five minutes, I had been Jackie's perfect lover, her perfect cock. Now, I have to settle for just being her second best. I'm happy though, as that still puts me in front of Biff.

Dwayne made a request, he actually asked me, surprisingly. "I've never had two white women suck my cock at the same time. Do you mind.if I borrow both your women for a bit?"

"Go ahead Dwayne. Glad to please the man that so pleases my women."

They had a great time doing that. Moving his thick shaft, more like the thick head, back and forth and taking turns, and of course, since Dwayne is so thick there was plenty of cock to share between them at the same time as they both sucked, and I am sure twirled their tongues around one another's.

"You decide ladies. I'm going to cum!"

They didn't have to be told what the decision is as they both stayed on that head as Dwayne raised his hips clear off the mattress and drove his cock deeper into both their mouths.

Neither woman pulled off, and both sucked him dry, though I don't know which woman took in the most cum, of which I am sure there was a lot.

Then, having swallowed his cum, Sally and Jackie raised their heads from his shiny cock and completed their kiss, this time with no cock in between. Since neither woman had swallowed completely, it looked like, they must have been doing a simultaneous dance of tongues in a river of black man cum.

All told, Dwayne spent over four hours with us including having a pizza delivered and shared. When he left, both women kissed him long and passionately. Our handshake, me and Dwayne, seemed almost anti-climatic. It was a friendly shake though, and I hope respectful for me on the part of Dwayne.

The fact that Dwayne lives eighty miles away and has a daytime job cuts down my worry of maybe my wife and Jackie having some secret orgy with Dwayne behind my back. I'm pretty sure that they would love to just be there, the two of them with Dwayne, and be able to give him their full attention, and be receiving it.

Both women have said that they would enjoy having Dwayne back, but the problem is, Jackie can never be sure when Biff will be around or not. He goes out of town on jobs sometimes, and that's how she managed to be over the first time.

Something wild has come up though. Jackie has told my wife that she wants to swap, she and Biff with Sally and I.

"Why," my wife said she asked her?

Jackie said that she knows I would enjoy showing Biff my larger cock, and also enjoy showing him how much more she enjoys my cock.

Sally, surprised, said, "You'd do that in front of Biff, jealous as he is, let him see how much more you would be enjoying my husband?"

Jackie had giggled and said, "Ray is quite a bit larger than Biff, noticeably so, and I would love doing that in front of him."

Then, Sally told me, she added this. "It'd be interesting to see if I could get Biff to suck Ray's cock in the same way your husband sucked Dwayne's."

I guess Jackie is pretty much turned off to Biff. I'm good with that, but my wife is not interested in Biff, or his smaller cock.

Since Sally won't go for it, Jackie is talking of maybe somehow having a threesome, just she, me, and Biff. I'd love it, but that, I don't think, Biff will go for.

Oh, I just found something out. Jackie told Sally, who relayed it to me. The reason Jackie has been feeling cool toward Biff is because she happened to walk up behind him a couple of weeks ago, and he was so engrossed with what he was reading on screen, that he did not know she is there.

He was looking at a sex site, with a photo on the page of a black cock in a white woman, and then, realizing she is standing almost beside him since she had moved closer for a better look at that photo, he had quickly hit a button and made the image disappear.

But she had seen it, a good long look, and without saying a word, had walked out.

To her, Biff was cheating on her by looking at porn online.

But the image had been burned into her brain. A big black cock in a white woman. He had been on top, in the missionary, and the stretching of her pussy had been clearly visible.

The offer from Jackie about Dwayne, had come along one day later. How about that?

I wonder: Had Biff been looking at maybe, Slutwives or DarkWanderer? Has he been having fantasies perhaps, as had I, of seeing his wife with a black man? I had sometimes thought of that with me having seven medium inches.

Biff with his skinny five, no doubt would be having his fantasies as well. Too bad. His fantasy has already happened, with two men, big and bigger, and he wasn't there to see it.