Curiosity finally got the better of me. For years Melissa complained about the attention she receives from black men. Initially I didn't give it much thought, but after being together for almost 20 years, I began to wonder if the attention really bothered her or if she was subtly trying to send me a message.
Exploring online forums, chat rooms and porn sites, I quickly realized why Melissa might be interested in black men. The images and videos I found were filled with powerful, confident black men having raw, passionate sex with eager white women. Immediately I was drawn to videos of amateur white wives experiencing black men for the first time. The utter look of shock and satisfaction on their faces was unlike anything I had seen or experienced before. Is this what Melissa wanted? As I continued exploring, I found myself watching more and more videos of white women fucking black men in front of their husbands. The husbands watching quietly in the corner of the room as dominant black men fucked their wives in ways the husbands could only imagine. I found one video where the wife was on all fours as a black man relentlessly pounded her from behind. With each powerful thrust the woman let out a sharp cry and shoke her head violently. The husband paralyzed, speechless and unsure what to do. With each forceful thrust it became clear that not a single inch of his wife's body wanted the punishment to stop. My cock ached as I thought of Melissa in the same position.
I met Wayne in one of the chat rooms. Wayne was a divorced black man in his early 50's who freely shared stories of his encounters with white women. Wayne appeared genuine. He didn't try to impress me or brag about his accomplishments. Instead, he openly told me about his encounters, the good, the bad and things he learned along the way. Two of Wayne's experiences stood out in my mind. Both involved married white women who were bored of the dispassionate sex they occasionally had with their husbands. What both women wanted was raw, passionate, rough sex with a man who asserted control. Wayne described in detail how he made both women succumb to the power of his fat black cock and made them cum like virgins being fucked for the first time. But it was how he described leaving both women that truly stuck with me. Wayne described a scene in which he left both women motionless, sprawled face down on the bed, bodies covered in a mixture of sweat and cum as they sobbed from physical and emotional exhaustion.
During our conversations Wayne would often ask about Melissa. At first we talked about our sex life, fantasies and whether or not I could ever see Melissa with another man or woman. However, as time went on, Wayne pushed me to explore the possibility of Melissa fucking a black man. The more we talked about it, the more I became obsessed with the idea of Melissa fucking a big, black cock. But how could my fantasy become a reality? Wayne and I agreed that Melissa needed someone genuine and understanding that would guide her through the process while at the same time assertive enough to push her beyond her limits. Wayne was the obvious candidate but he questioned if I was serious. It was one thing to fantasize about Melissa fucking another man, but it was something entirely different to actually go through with it. I assured Wayne I was serious and made him an offer. Melissa's 40th birthday was in a couple of months and to celebrate we were planning a trip to Las Vegas. I invited Wayne to join us. Wayne was hesitant, unsure if I would risk my relationship with Melissa for the opportunity to watch him fuck her. I reassured Wayne it was a risk I was willing to take and before long, Wayne and I were planning our trip to Vegas.
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Arriving in Vegas late one afternoon, Melissa and I strolled along the strip and took in the sights and sounds. Melissa loved Vegas as she could make it anything she wanted - a peaceful retreat spent lounging by the pool, a party on every corner, great food and limitless entertainment. Before having kids, Melissa and I traveled to Vegas at least once a year, but we hadn't been back over a decade. We stopped at one of our favourite spots for dinner and returned to the hotel for an early night. Lying next to Melissa in bed that night my mind raced thinking about the plans Wayne and I had for the next day. Would Melissa like Wayne? Would Wayne and Melissa fuck? What would happen to our relationship? My body filled with anticipation, eager for Melissa and Wayne to meet as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Melissa and I had a leisurely breakfast before heading back to our room to get ready for a day by the pool. I loved watching Melissa get dressed at the best of times, but I especially loved watching Melissa squeeze her body into a swimsuit. At five foot four and 145 pounds, Melissa's soft curvy body, 34G natural breasts and round ass filled every inch of her size eight, black one piece swimsuit. After having two kids and approaching 40, Melissa's body wasn't what it once was but it could still grab a mans attention. The shimmering black material of her swimsuit hugged her breasts and clung to her hips, leaving little to the imagination. Cut high on her hips the swimsuit framed her ass and left little question that her bare pussy lay beneath. My cock stiffened as Melissa let her hair down and adjusted herself in her swimsuit. Catching me staring at her in the mirror, she smiled and continued to get ready.
Making our way to the pool we found a couple of lounge chairs overlooking the deck. As Melissa stretched out on one of the chairs I headed to the bar to grab us a couple of drinks. As planned, Wayne was waiting by the bar. Our eyes met and without exchanging a word, Wayne started walking across the deck in Melissa's direction. The sun beamed off his six foot one athletic frame and shaved head. Despite being in his early 50s, Wayne was in better shape than I'd ever been at any point in my life. I watched as Wayne approached Melissa, offered her a drink and struck up a conversation. I stayed at the bar for as long as I could, giving them time to break the ice, before slowly making my way to join them. As I got closer, I could hear Melissa laughing as Wayne casually flirted with her.
"Hi Honey," Melissa said as I approached, "Wayne was just telling me that I should warn you about leaving me all alone," Melissa said playfully.
"Nice to meet you," Wayne said, winking, "I was just saying to Melissa that someone should always be around to protect her from unwanted visitors," Wayne continued, his eyes fixed on Melissa.
Wayne continued flirting with Melissa, focusing his compliments on her curvy body and form fitting swimsuit. Melissa appeared to like the attention, laughing and playing along. After a couple of minutes, Wayne reached out and started rubbing his hand over Melissa's thigh.
"Don't spend too much time in the sun," Wayne said teasingly, "I'm sure a woman with a body like yours can find a thing or two to do indoors."
Blushing, Melissa smiled and looked at Wayne as he continued to massage her thigh. My cock hardened listening to the two of them flirt. Melissa half-heartedly tried to push Wayne's hand away, but he persisted, running his hand higher up along her thigh and over her hip. Melissa didn't resist and continued talking with Wayne as if I wasn't even there. After a while Wayne excused himself and made his way back to the bar. Melissa's eyes fixated on him as he walked away.
"That's the type of attention I always tell you about," Melissa said, turning to me, "I hope you didn't mind."
After spending most of the day by the pool, we headed back to our room to get ready for dinner. Melissa showered and changed into a black, strapless, one piece summer dress. I watched as she bent over and slid on a black lace thong underneath that cut along her hips, framing her ass. Resisting the urge to fuck her, I moved across the room and ran my hands over her dress from behind before pushing my throbbing cock against her ass. All I could think about was Wayne sliding off Melissa's thong to reveal her bald, wet pussy.
