Angel and Thomas had been playing with the idea for some time. Angel was reluctant, but Thomas knew that there was a gleam of excitement in her eye every time they touched on the subject. When they made love, his finger pressed gently against her asshole always made her squeal, and if he whispered in her ear that that finger could easily be a thick, round cock, she would go right over the edge.
So one day over drinks, on a balmy summer's afternoon, the subject came up again. Angel had mentioned that there was a good-looking, young, black man in her theatre group, with strong arms and a virile disposition. She had starting talking about him to make Thomas jealous, since his office was filled with young women, none of which Angel had ever met, but all of which she knew were gorgeous and sexy. Angel mentioned that this black guy, Jatobá, was supposed to stop by her house later that evening to go over the details of the new scenery for the play they were working on.
That gave Thomas an idea. He suggested that if Angel really wanted to find out what Jatobá was made of, it might be a good opportunity to make their fantasy a reality. Angel started to tingle all over just thinking about it. She reached under the table and gently squeezed Thomas' bulging cock. "I have to be honest," she whispered, "I love the idea of you watching me ride his big, black cock. Do you think you could handle it?" "I have never wanted anything more" was Thomas' reply.
So it was decided. That night, while they were waiting, Thomas and Angel dimmed the lights, lit some incense and chilled a bottle of wine. The whole scene was as suggestive as it could possibly be. When the doorbell finally rang, Angel came bouncing down the stairs in a micro-skirt that she had to hold onto with one hand to keep her little trim from popping out. Angel had two of the roundest, creamiest tits on any woman, with puffy pink nipples that hardened to the size and texture of olives. They were already straining the sheer, tight-fitting tube top she had squeezed into. Her shoulders were bare, her flat stomach exposed, her legs long, sexy and smooth. She was looking irresistible.
Jatobá came in and immediately noticed that something was going on. He barely had time to take his jacket off and Angel already had given him a glass of wine and was escorting him by the arm to the sofa in the living room. Jatobá looked around a little confused, but still smiling. Thomas could tell from the expression on his face that he knew something was afoot. "Let's sit down and get more comfortable before we get to it--work, I mean", Angel said slyly. So they sat down and began to chat, and pretty soon the wine started to take effect.
Angel crept slowly towards Jatobá and each time she would laugh at one of his remarks she would toss her hair back over her shoulders or gently brush his thigh with her hand. She started to make comments about how she liked his hair, running her fingers along the nape of his neck and looking with a certain evident hunger in her eyes, eyes which would glance back at Thomas and then back to Jatobá's handsome physique. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked coyly. Without waiting for the response, she leaned over and whispered something in Jatobá's ear that made him sit up straight and look at Thomas with excited apprehension.
Thomas did not flinch, but merely smiled widely and asked if Jatobá would like a little more wine. As Thomas filled the guest's glass, Angel began rubbing his chest and smelling his neck. Almost instinctively, Jatobá's hand fell upon Angel's thigh, which she had lifted onto the sofa and carelessly thrown across his lap. When she began to trace tiny circles in Jatobá's ear with her tongue, Thomas excused himself to the kitchen to give the two a moment to truly reach an understanding.
