[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]
Las Vegas: Two weeks later
"You seem nervous, baby," Val said to Ron as they rode up in the elevator after having a drink in the hotel bar.
"A little," he said. "Aren't you?"
"Maybe a tiny bit," she answered. "But I'm so horny thinking about my fantasy—
our
fantasies—coming true that it more than makes up for it."
"I guess that's what has me nervous," he said. "What if the reality of taking a big black cock is so good that that's all you'll want from now on, and we'll be up here every other weekend?"
"And what if you like seeing me get fucked by another guy so much that all you'll want to do after this is to jerk off while you sit back and watch?" she said.
"Fat chance of that!" he said.
"Same answer for me," she responded. "We're acting out a couple of fantasies, baby. After tonight, we go back to our real lives, with what I think are going to be great memories that will get us both horny when we talk about them." She chuckled, and added, "And when we watch the video."
She wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a hard, passionate kiss. "I love so much, baby," she said when they broke. "Please try to relax. I have a feeling you're going to like this as much as I do ... well, almost."
***
The guy they chose through Fantasy's online "catalog," turned out to be a master with couples, like Ron and Val, who were experiencing their first threesome. He understood Val's BBC fantasy, as much as Ron's "watching another guy fuck his wife" desire, and also his nervousness about it.
His name was Reggie; he had been born in Indiana, but had grown up in Jamaica. His folks managed a beach resort there until hurricane Ivan wiped it out in 2004. Reggie was 15 when they came back to the states and settled in Las Vegas.
Reggie was completing college and working as a valet parking-attendant at one of the casinos when he was "discovered" by one of Fantasy's founding partners during a trip to the men's room. An accidental glance while standing at the urinals garnered the reaction, "Holy shit!" The man gave Reggie his card, and told him to drop by the office if he was "... looking to put that thing to work."
Reggie had to wait a few month, until he was 21, to start working for Fantasy (company policy), but nine years later, at 30 years old, he was quite sure that he had made the right career choice. Not only was he making very good money, but he was meeting some interesting people—and having sex with more than half of them! He didn't think a career in finance would have measured up. His minor in psychology
did
come in handy, however.
***
When Reggie's knock came on the hotel room door, both Val and Ron had already showered. Ron was dressed in a pair of light slacks and a short sleeve shirt—with no underwear—and Val wore one of her husbands white dress shirts with nothing underneath. The top four buttons were left undone, exposing the curves of her breasts, and the too-long sleeves were rolled up to her wrists. It was a look that Ron found as sexy to look at as Val did to wear.
Ron opened the door, and said, "Hi, Reggie. I'm Ron. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please come in and meet my wife."
"The pleasure is mine," Reggie said with a slight Jamaican accent. "After our texts back and forth it almost seems that I know you already, though."
As the two men walked into the room, Val walked forward, extended her hand to Reggie, and said, "Hi, I'm Val. I'm happy to finally meet you."
He shook her hand gently, and said with a little laugh, "Not as happy as I am!"
Still holding her hand, he stepped back so both of their arms were extended, and then he made a slow glance from her bare feet up her naked legs, over her semi-exposed breasts, and finally to her to her eyes.
He smiled broadly, then turned to Ron, and said. "You are one lucky man!"
He turned back to face Val, and nodding toward Ron, he added, "And you are a lucky woman! To have a fine looking husband—who I'm sure satisfies you—and yet is confident enough to share your beauty and allow you to indulge your erotic desires is a rare thing."
She smiled back, and meeting her husband's eyes, she said, "I think he's pretty special."
Ron was pretty sure that Reggie likely used that opening with all of his new clients, but it was still pretty smooth. He was developing a very quick liking for Reggie.
At six foot he was two inches taller than Ron, and six taller than Val. Even with all his clothes on, Ron could tell he was well built. Of course, being ten years younger, and probably having his days free to work out, no doubt helped that. And in his line of work, he was certainly motivated to stay in shape.
Standing next to Val, Reggie turned to Ron, and said, "Do you mind if I further undress your lovely wife?" He turned back to her, and added, "With her permission, too, of course."
"No. Go ahead," Ron answered at the same time that Val answered, "Please do!"
Starting with the bottom button, Reggie undid each one, and then let the shirt fall open, naturally, still hiding most of each of her hard-nippled tits. He looked down between the curves of her breasts, across her belly, and to her bald pussy.
He brought his eyes back up to meet hers, and then taking the edges of the shirt in his fingers, he gently and slowly pulled it open until her tits were completely exposed.
He looked down, and smiled. "You are very lovely," she said in his sexy accent, and then lowered his head. He tenderly kissed her right nipple, and then her left. He opened his mouth, and as his tongue flicked over the stiff nub, he kept pushing the shirt farther open, until it was moving off of her shoulders.
As he moved his mouth back to her other nipple, she shrugged, and the shirt fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of her husband and this sexy black man. She felt the wetness begin to seep from deep inside her to wet her pussy lips.
Reggie put his hands on her back, and held her from moving while he pressed his mouth harder against her tits, moving back and forth between them.
Val looked down, and watched Reggie's mouth go from tit to tit, and then looked up to see Ron standing there watching, and seemingly unconsciously rubbing the bulge in his pants.
She pantomimed taking a picture, and then pointed to her cell phone camera that Ron had set up on a tripod.
Ron quickly got the camera started and framed on Reggie and his wife, and then took out his own phone, and began taking stills of the interaction.
Reggie sucked hard, one last time, on each of Val's nipples, and then he kissed his way down over her stomach, probing her bellybutton with his tongue as he went.
Ron snapped pictures as Reggie got on his knees and positioned his face in front of his wife's shaven pussy.
With his big black hands now clutching the white globes of Val's ass cheeks, Reggie planted an open-mouth kiss between her legs that completely covered her pubic mound.
Val let out a contented "Mmm," at the feeling of his warm mouth against her waiting pussy, but then sucked in her breath with a long, "Ohhh!" as he stuck his tongue out and licked it through the soft folds glistening with her juices.
She spread her legs and rotated her hips as much as she could while still keeping her balance, and then, aided by Reggie's hands on her ass helping to stabilize her, she just closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue snaked through her pussy lips while he sucked on her mound and rocked his head up and down.
With a long sucking kiss, Reggie disengaged his mouth from her pussy, but then, still on his knees, he guided her backwards to the bed. He had her sit on the edge, and then slide backwards enough that she could get her feet up on the bed with her knees up, and spread wide.
He then leaned over, putting his chest onto the bed, put his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her legs even more, and finally advanced his face back to where it had been.
Ron scrambled to move the tripod and get the camera reframed on his wife's spread and glistening pussy. Zoomed in, he was watching the screen as Reggie's face entered the shot from the right. In that second Ron was able to see why his wife had been enjoying Reggie's oral assault so much. Reggie had his tongue sticking out, heading back to the soft pink folds of Val's cunt, and his tongue was huge! It was easily longer than anything Ron had ever seen, even in porn movies!
As Ron snapped more stills, Reggie used his thumbs to pull Val's pussy lips apart, exposing her clit. He then flicked the tender little bud with the tip of his tongue.
Ron was amazed at the muscle control that Reggie seemed to have with his tongue! He had once seen a giraffe wrap its long tongue around a tree branch and strip off its leaves; he wouldn't have been a bit surprised if Reggie could do the same thing!
Val let out a pleasant sigh, and put her hands on the back of Reggie's head. She applied just a bit of pressure, indicating that she wanted more.
Obligingly, he slid his tongue down from her clit, through her wet pussy lips, and all the way down to the tight rosebud of her asshole. He traced circles around the little pucker, and flicked the tip of his tongue across its center. Ron expected him to push the amazing thing into the hole, and was a bit disappointed when he didn't. Val even more so!
Reggie moved back upward, and making sure that Ron could see—and take pictures—he stuck his tongue all the way out, and pushed the pink snake into Val's soaking wet cunt hole.
He bobbed his head, fucking her with it, and then opened his mouth wide, and pushed it deeper yet as he covered her whole mound with his mouth, and pressed his face as hard into her upturned crotch as he could.
Ron obviously couldn't tell what Reggie was doing with his tongue buried deep in his wife's cunt, but when he looked at her face, her mouth was open, and her eyes were wide with what Ron assumed to be delighted surprise.
As Reggie rocked his head and did whatever he was doing to the inside of Val's cunt with his tongue, she let out a long, soft, "Oohhh!"
