My wife laid naked on the bed. She looked tense and nervous. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her small nipples were taut and eager, betraying the depths of her ravenous desire.
"I can't believe I agreed to this," she giggled nervously as she shook her head. Her pretty, golden brown eyes darted towards the bathroom door and she swallowed hard as it opened.
He was big, muscular and as black as night. His shiny mahogany flesh glistened and his enormous cock hung like an elephant's trunk between his powerful legs.
Her eyes widened and she gasped. She looked terrified and I thought for a moment that she might get up and run from the room.
I'd confessed the night before, during foreplay, that I often fantasized about watching her with another man. I'd been drunk at the time and it had just slipped out but it had been obvious that I'd piqued her interest and the sex that followed had been amazing.
"Oh my god," she laughed. Her eyes were riveted to his cock and her mouth was agape. Her chest flushed and a foreboding pit formed in my stomach. I'd never seen her so excited.
"Don't be afraid," he said in a thick African accent. He had calm eyes and a deep soothing voice and my wife smiled seductively.
She had met him at a bar on Bourbon Street. We were on vacation in New Orleans and we'd been drinking since noon. I'd left her beside the dance floor while I went to the bar to buy us a few drinks and when I returned she was on the floor dancing with a group of strangers. She wasn't much of a dancer when sober but after a couple of drinks she loved to shake her ass.
My wife was a short, chunky woman with big breasts, wide hips and a thick midsection. She'd been a petite 115 lbs on our wedding day but two children and 25 years at an office job had packed on more than fifty pounds onto her short 5'3" frame. As a result she had a terrible body image but to most everyone else she was a beautiful and sexy woman.
"I'm not sure it'll fit," she giggled. Her wide, unblinking eyes moved from his huge cock to his boyish face and then back to his dick. Her face was filled with an intriguing mix of lust and trepidation and I began to wonder what I'd done. We'd been married for more than twenty years and I'd been the only man she'd ever had sex with.
We'd talked about my confession while laying in bed after a marathon of sex. I could tell she was nervous but intrigued and her voice had cracked each time she asked me another question.
"So would you want to actually do that?" She'd asked softly. Her voice was shaking with tremolo and her eyes had darted nervously from side to side.
"If you wanted to, yeah," I'd answered quietly. My heart was racing and I had a lump in my throat. I felt my dick begin to stir anew and my mind was reeling. I'd fantasized about watching her with another man for years but I'd never had the courage to say anything. She'd always been pretty vanilla sexually and whenever I'd joked about a threesome she'd insisted that group sex was not something that interested her.
"Would you want to try it here?" She'd asked. We were in New Orleans for a week to celebrate our anniversary and we'd spent every night drinking in bars, listening to music, eating great food and talking to strangers.
"Would you?" I countered, my voice straining with a mix of fear and excitement. The conversation felt surreal and I expected to awaken at any moment to a very different reality.
"I would," my conservative wife had replied with a sexy and mischievous smile. She went on to explain her recent change of heart. She'd gone on her annual girls trip six months earlier and while away she'd been approached by a good looking man. She assured me that nothing had happened between them but she had been very tempted.
"But I'd have to choose the man."
"Obviously."
"And you may not like who I choose." She then explained that the man she met in Mexico was a very dark skinned Jamaican. He'd been very different than anyone she'd ever dated or even been attracted to and she hadn't been able to get him out of her head since her trip. Consequently she was only interested in doing something if she met a good looking black man, but we were in New Orleans and there were plenty of men that fit the bill.
Mike grabbed his big horse cock and started to stroke it, making it grow firm with a few fast pumps. He looked into my wife's pretty eyes and climbed onto the bed. She returned his smile and spread her thick meaty thighs. Her left hand moved slowly down her doughy midsection. The sparkle of her wedding ring drew my eyes and a shiver ran down my spine. I couldn't believe it was happening.
"Go slow," she sighed. Her fingers spread her puffy, pink labia and he rolled an extra large magnum condom onto his super sized dick.