My wife Helen told me that she was struggling to find anything suitable for my birthday. She is 31, tall with long slim legs, has long brown curly hair and a very slim figure. She is a great wife and has never refused anything that I wanted to do in our sex life.
After some thought, I cheekily suggested that there was something I wanted but thought she might not have the guts for it! She assured me that I could have whatever I wanted. I told her that I would love to see her get fucked by another man.
She said that if that's what I wanted then she would do it for me, but it would have to be at a hotel, as a one-off with a complete stranger. We have a happy family life and although she can be a very adventurous lover, she said she only loved me and didn't want it to ruin anything we had.
I thanked her and with a playful slap on her bum set about placing an ad on a website for a good-looking guy to fuck my beautiful wife, at a country hotel.
We had loads of emails with pictures in most cases, ranging from the weird to the hunky. I asked Helen if she wanted to select someone with me but she preferred I pick. I knew from the sexy games we played that he had to be slim, with a decent body and a bit older than us. I finally whittled the emailed photos down to a 35-year-old black guy called Lloyd. I was surprised he was 35 looking at his photo, as he looked 10 years younger and kept himself in shape, as he worked at a fitness gym in Birmingham. I was excited to show Helen my final choice.
She wasn't surprised he was black as this had been one of my favourite fantasies for most of our married life. Helen said he looked sexy and she'd put a show on for me with her black lover, if that's what I really wanted.
I emailed Lloyd and sent a photo of Helen we had taken at my firm's Christmas party, with her looking stunning in an expensive dress. He said he'd be happy to meet us as long as I paid for the hotel. I agreed and we arranged to meet at a classy country park type place about 20 miles from Birmingham, the following weekend. Lloyd suggested we meet about mid-afternoon in the hotel bar so we could break the ice a little with a few drinks. He said that he had done this type of thing a few times, always with white couples, but he didn't do it all the time and was choosy whom he dealt with. He added that Helen was very nice and he would be very happy to oblige us in our fantasy!
The week running up to the meeting was a mixture of great excitement and apprehension. On the one hand I wanted to see Helen fucked by a big black guy but on the other I desperately didn't want to change anything between us. Helen didn't refer to it a lot but in bed she said she quite fancied him and didn't mind as long as I still wanted to do it. She had never thought about a black guy before but thought that if we were going to do something as exciting as this, then we might as well go the whole hog and try a black cock just liked we'd played in bed.
Well, the day finally came and Helen looked gorgeous. She wore a classy black dress cut off mid thigh showing off her sexy legs clad in black stockings and suspenders, high heels and tiny black panties. As we drove to the hotel, I constantly kissed her and ran my hand up her long legs and into her juicy pussy.
I pulled onto the large car park and after switching off the engine, stroked her long hair and asked one last time if she still wanted to go through with it. She pushed my hand down between her thighs and said, "What do you think?". She was so wet and I kissed her lustfully before we went into the hotel bar.
We must have looked a typical business couple as I got myself a pint and Helen a large vodka & tonic. We sat in a small alcove near the fire so we could see all the people who came in. We agreed to meet Lloyd at 3.00 pm but it was only 2.35 so we used the time wisely by drinking three further beers and vodkas, to calm the nerves. I said, "I can't believe we're actually going to do it!" As a few sporty types chatted to the barman. Helen just winked and scanned the bar entrance nervously.
Just after 3.00, Lloyd walked in. Helen hadn't seen his photo but it didn't take a mathematician to spot a large black man at the crucial time. He was dressed in jeans and hooded sweat top but looked smart casual for mid 30';s. He was tall with very short hair and a great physique. He got himself a bottle of Becks and I waved him over.
"Hi, I'm Lloyd"; he said as he sat down to join us "And you must be James and Helen."
