[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.
