(A true story continued from BBC Personal Ad No. 1)
The reply to my computer e-mail containing pictures of my curvy wife's scantily-clad body along with a facial photo came the next day on a Friday.
Early that morning, I checked my computer mail-box for messages received. I buzzed with excitement upon seeing the BBC Seeks WMW tag-line. Wondering what to expect, I opened the e-mail. Although my cute wife, Patty, is a turn-on to me, she's a bit over-weight and well-past the age limits for a woman wanted in the personal ad. The big cock black's reaction after viewing her photos was a guess.
A question he answered with the brief blurb: UR WIFE WILL DO. I'LL FUCK THE SLUT AND CUM IN HER. CALL ME TO MEET. A phone number followed.
Reading it, his answer initially struck me as he was doing me a favor by consenting to use my cute wife. On second thought, I recognized he was setting aside his standards for a woman's age. Plus, I had to truthfully admit, although I found my curvy wife sexy, Patty wasn't exactly prime meat for a younger stud on the prowl. Not that any of it mattered. Merely getting a positive reply had me buzzing with nervous excitement, knowing my fantasy could be turning into reality.
Calling the phone number, I got an answering machine with a recording telling me to leave a message. Despite some reservation, I did; along with stating the best time for a return call was later in the evening. Letting my wife know the black had agreed to meet us, without mentioning him calling her a slut, we both left for work. I'm employed by a manufacturing company and Patty is a secretary in a law office. Upon coming home from work, I told Patty the pending phone call had been on my mind all day.
"You're not thinking of changing your mind?" she asked.
"No." Truth was I'd had erotic fantasies all day of my wife having sex with another man. She admitted to the same by saying, "Good. I'm still for it, too. It's been on my mind to the point I couldn't concentrate on doing my job today."
Later that evening, the phone finally rang. Answering it, I recognized the same voice I'd heard earlier on the answering machine. "I'm Ray. So, your wife wants me to fuck her with my big black cock?"
Straight to the point, I thought. "Yes."
"You can handle it? Seein' me dump a heavy load of cum into your wife?"
"Yes."
"What about her? She okay with it?"
"No problem. Patty's excited about being with you."
"Hmm. I bet you're turned on by the idea of me fucking her, too. Let me talk to her."
I handed the phone to my wife, standing nearby. "He wants to talk with you."
Taking it, she said, "This is Patty." After a pause, obviously listening to him, she said, "Yes. I agree." After another, longer pause, she said, "I won't, I promise. And I'm glad you like how I look. I enjoyed seeing your photos as well." With that, following his instructions, she gave the phone back to me.
"I just wanted to make sure your wife was into it and I'm not gettin' played. I've got some free time tomorrow night. If, that's too quick for you, maybe we can get together in a few weeks."
"No, tomorrow's fine."
"Give me your address." After writing it down, he said, "I'll be at your house around Nine o'clock. Have your wife dress nasty for me." Without another word, he hung up.
"So, what did he say to you?" I asked Patty, hanging up the phone.
"He needed to hear me agreeing to meet him. Plus, even though I'm older than women he normally hooks-up with, he liked how I looked in bra and panties. Ray told me he loved my body. Saying my big tits and what he kept calling my fat ass were a turn-on. I look nasty, making him hot and hard. He wanted me."
My first thought was Ray had told my wife she was a fat ass and had gotten by with it. In fact, she seemed enthused by his crude comments. On the heels of that thought was the idea of another man lusting for my cute wife had my cock stiff. I reached out for her.
"No," she said, raising a hand to fend me off while backing away. "I promised I won't fool around before he gets here. You'll have to wait."
* * *
Opening our front door in response to someone rapping on it, the reality of what Patty and I were doing hit home with the sight of a lean tough-looking black man standing on our porch. Dressed for the summer heat, he was wearing a tee shirt and shorts with sandals on his bare feet.
"I'm Ray," he said, pushing past me as I swung open the door.
Once in the house, the thin muscular black immediately made himself at home, plopping down onto the front room couch while Patty and I looked at each other uncertainly.
"Have a seat, Patty," Ray said with a smile, patting the couch cushion next to him. Shrugging her consent, Patty seated herself next to him. Still smiling, Ray draped an arm around my wife's shoulders. "You both need to relax," he said with the assurance of someone who'd done this before.
Reaching up with his free hand to my wife's chin and turning her face toward him, Ray kissed her. At first, Patty appeared to stiffen, but as he kept his thick lips pressed to hers, she finally parted them slightly, letting Ray's tongue slip into her mouth. Within a minute, my wife was passionately returning the black man's kiss in a dueling swap of tongues. Watching, I was slightly taken aback by Ray's brash actions and my wife's quick acceptance of him.
Breaking his kiss with Patty he looked at me with a smile bordering on an insolent leer as I saw it. "We all know why I'm here," he said, slipping a dark hand between my wife's fleshy white thighs and nudging them apart. Once her legs were slightly open, Ray slid his hand under the hem of Patty's short skirt. She offered no resistance.
My cock was rock hard and throbbing! The sight, along with thought of a stranger groping my wife with an easy familiarity, had me buzzing with perverse passion. Despite feeling a twinge of jealousy, I wanted to see my longtime wife being intimate with another man. Her obvious willingness in letting it happen had my emotions raging with an eager thrill of anticipation.
"Why don't you go to the kitchen and get me a beer from the fridge while I'm getting acquainted with your wife," Ray told me with a smile, blatantly feeling-up my wife's panty-clad pussy and calling attention to how easily accessible it was to him. Or anybody, I thought.
A notion nagging at me as I went into the kitchen. I'd never considered Patty being a slut, but began mulling over the possibility. I knew from our love making she enjoyed sex, including the role-play of sharing her with others. In the aftermath of making love, Patty always professed it to be fantasy, not anything she sought in reality. In agreeing to the on-line personal ad seeking a BBC for her, she claimed it was all my idea. Recognizing it was something I really wanted, she'd simply gone along in doing it to make me happy.