My husband Rick had been bugging me to fuck a black man since his buddy had got a black guy from an escort service to screw his wife.
"No, I'm not going to let some guy I don't even know fuck me!" I insisted.
In the early years of our marriage we had done some swinging with two other couples that were friends of ours. It had been fun but as we started families we gradually drifted apart.
For the past several years it had just been Rick and I had been just screwing each other except for that one Superbowl party where I got drunk and the guys all gang-banged me.
At least I knew all the guys that fucked me and Rick had talked about it for weeks how much his buddies had enjoyed screwing me.
But fucking some black guy I didn't even know? I don't think so!
Rick would not let up, every night when we were in bed fucking he begged me to fuck a black guy, "just for him".
I had never had a black man before. Some of my girlfriends had tried it and they all said it was great. They all agreed their black studs had been really well hung and knew how to give a girl an orgasm.
Finally I relented.
"O.K. But I have to meet him first." I told Rick.
My husband was overjoyed as finally he was going to get to witness his fantasy.
"I know just the guy, you will love him." Rick beamed.
"Yea, sure." I said sarcastically.
I was hoping that was the end of it. Having agreed to take a black man may have been enough to satisfy my husband's fetish.
No such luck! The next night Rick couldn't wait to get home to tell me he had invited one of his workmates to drop around later.
Rick informed me Lloyd was to be my black bull.
He said Lloyd was a real family man married to a colored wife and had seven children. He said his friend was built like a pro footballer and boasted a twelve-inch cock!
The news hit me unexpectedly and I was speechless. I could think of no was to go back on my promise and Rick was babbling on about how much Lloyd was going to enjoy stretching my pussy with his monster cock.
A twelve-inch cock? Was such a thing possible? I had once seen a guy with a ten-inch cock and couldn't imagine one two inches longer!
Rick volunteered to clear up after dinner so I could go and get ready for my adventure.
I sat in the bubble bath pondering what a twelve-inch cock would feel like in me?
My heart was pounding when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Rick volunteered.
It was shortly after nine, Jessica was in bed and I was wearing the short black negligee Rick had asked me to wear.
I heard Lloyd's baritone voice coming from the foyer as Rick greeted him. In minutes they entered the living room where I was sitting.
My heart skipped a beat, before me stood the biggest black man I had ever seen. He was over six foot tall and must have weighed over three hundred pounds.
I am not a small woman and at five foot six I tip the scales at a pleasing 185 pounds. This man looked like a mountain of black muscles to me.
I could see Lloyd's eyes scanning my half-naked body imagining what it was going to be like screwing me.
"This is my wife who is about to get her first taste of black cock." My husband introduced us.
"My pleasure." Lloyd said with a smile.