Brad knew he had to work quickly to get Jerri into a new phase of life before she got too settled. He had a simple theory. Being the good girl wife that Jerri was, she would never succumb to the fantasy if she were given time to think about it. It would have to be a surprise. Some conniving would have to take place. Brad knew what he had to do.
Little did Jerri know that he had searched the net long and hard and handpicked a handful of black men for Jerri. He told them all about his wife in great detail, including pictures so they could get a visual taste of his wife. He hoped this information would help seduce his wife one day.
October 22nd was their thirteenth wedding anniversary and, somehow, Brad convinced Jerri to leave the kids with the sitters and head southwest with him for a weekend in southwest Pennsylvania and a stay at the Nemacolin Woodlands Resort and Spa. She had been hesitant about leaving the kids, but once he convinced her it was only for a weekend, she relented and decided it would be good. After leaving the instructions with the sitters, they made the five-hour drive southwest from Philly and arrived at 6pm, just in time to clean up for their 7pm dinner.
Upon opening her overnight bag, Jerri found that Brad had repacked for her. "Excuse me," she said, "But where are my clothes?" as she pulled out a skimpy little black spaghetti strap dress.
Brad replied, "Honey, c'mon it's our anniversary. Can't you be a little sexy for me?"
They ate a elegant meal in the Lautrec Restaurant and drank enough of the restaurant's fine red wine that Jerri was very relaxed and didn't notice that Brad kept checking his watch. He looked at his lovely bride in her little black dress that touched mid thigh. It clung tight to her body so that Jerri was forced to wear the thong underwear and push up bra Brad had chosen for just that reason.
On the walk back to their room, Brad caressed Jerri's ass. "Stop it Brad, not in public," she scolded.
Brad thought to himself that not even 3 glasses of wine was working. When they got back to the room, Brad relaxed. When Jerri went into the bathroom to fix her makeup, Brad grabbed his video camera out of his bag, checked his watch, hit record, and then shut the doors of the armoire just enough that Jerri wouldn't notice it aimed at the bed. Jerri came out of the restroom, embraced Brad and after a couple minutes of kissing, there was a knock on the door. Right on time.
"Who is that?" Jerri asked
"Jerri, I took the liberty of ordering you a Nemacolin Woodlands Resort Anniversary Private Massage in our room as a present."
Before Jerri could say no, Brad opened the door to reveal a tall black man dressed in white shorts, a white T-shirt, sandals and carrying a shoulder bag of what must have be oils.
"Hi, I'm Max. I'm here to give a massage to Jerri," he said.
"There she is," said Brad winking at Max.
"Great, I'll just get set up while you get ready," he said. Max dimmed the lights and set out a few candles and lit them on the night table and dresser.
Jerri was mesmerized as this tall and athletic black man moved around the room preparing for her massage. His well-defined arms bulged out of his T-shirt as he pulled back the sheets. Finally she uttered, "You said get ready?"
"Yes," he replied without looking as he laid out an array of oils next to the bed and placed his leather satchel at the foot of the bed. "Just undress down to your underwear, take off your shoes and you can lay face down on the bed. I don't want to get any oils on your clothes." She didn't notice Max and Brad shoot a grin at each other. These two had their plan working perfectly. Max wasn't a Nemacolin Woodlands Resort employee but a man Brad had been cybering with for a year. Brad knew this guy was what she needed and, as he brought a towel over to Jerri, he knew he was going to get his wish tonight.
Jerri was subconsciously aroused. The man did remind her of a fantasy lover that she wouldn't dare tell anyone about.
"Here, I'll hold up this towel so you can take off your dress, " said Brad.
"Don't worry, I'll just step outside and give you ten minutes to get ready," said Max, pretending to be respectful like a professional masseur.
As the door closed behind him, Brad moved to help Jerri out of her dress. Finally Jerri spoke up, "Brad, what is this? A joke? Did you ask them to send a black masseur?"
Taking her dress off, Brad replied, "No Jerri, don't worry. He's a professional. How am I going to sound asking for a black masseur? Besides, you have to admit he's more your type than some lesbian. Heck, it's a bonus anniversary present that he's an attractive black man." Brad then helped Jerri lay down on the bed, placed a towel over her shapely little ass and walked over to the side of the bed to give her a kiss. "I'm going to go to the Amber Lounge and have a drink or two so you won't be nervous with me hanging around. I ordered the Full Treatment, which should last a couple hours. When you get done, come meet me down there. I love you. Now I'll leave and send him back in."
"I love you too. Thanks for the massage," she replied giving him a peck on the cheek as she lay on her stomach in her thong, strapless bra, and a small white towel draped over her bottom.
As Brad walked into the hall, he and Max each gave each other a wicked grin. Brad couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "I'll give you a couple hours," Brad told Max as he walked to the elevator.
Jerri lay there as she heard Max enter the room and heard him grab some oils, open the bottle, and start to warm them in his hands. She then felt the whole bed sink as he climbed onto the bed and then straddled her body.
