Bonnies Special Gift

To be clear.....this is fiction.

Bonnie's job over the years has essentially devolved into a personal assistant for a real diva-bitch of a boss named Sharon. This woman is selfish, rude, arrogant, and plus she is a real drama queen. If it were not for the fact that she pays so very well, my wife would have left long ago. Yes, there have been times when she did in fact tell her boss to go to hell. Sheryl knows good and well how important my wife is to her, so she always ends up doing something extraordinary to convince her to come back. Usually, she ends up giving my wife something very nice and expensive to smooth things over.

Not too long ago, Bonnie and Sharon had to go out of town to attend a business conference. Sharon was to give an important presentation as the keynote speaker. Since the conference was only 100 miles away, Sharon decided that they should drive in one car. Of course, that meant Bonnie would drive the entire way and listen as Sharon whines to her about how very important it is that everything go well for her presentation at the conference. What that really meant was that my wife would be Sharon's slave for the next 48 hours.

As expected, things went as my wife had predicted. She was constantly having to fix every little thing for Sharon. Sharon's toothbrush died, the coffee was not the kind she liked, the AC in the hotel room made too much noise....the bitch is a certifiable diva. On top of that, Sharon was always berating Bonnie, and making her life a living hell.

Everything came to a head right before the bitch's presentation. Sheryl was having a nervous breakdown for no reason, and she told Bonnie that she was incompetent idiot. To her credit, my wife in turn told the woman to go fuck herself.

She left the conference and immediately called me in tears. I did my best to comfort her over the phone, but it did little good. I suggested that she go back to her hotel room and relax. It was at that point I decided to drive to her hotel and do what I normally do to make her happy.

I was about 45 minutes from the hotel when I called room service and had a bottle of wine sent to my Bonnie's room. I figured she would be more relaxed after a glass or two. I arrived at the hotel only to see Sharon talking and laughing with her other colleagues in the lobby. Evidently the bitch's presentation was a great success. She saw me and came running up to me trying to apologize for her behavior. I told her I am not the one you should be apologizing to and that she owed a lot her success to my wife. I told her that if she really wanted to keep her, she was going to have to act quickly. Sharon said she knew it and that she would think of something.

"Well, I would wish you luck, but I don't think it would help this time." I responded.

I left Sharon and headed for Bonnie's room. As I entered, I found her in her robe sitting on the balcony drinking a glass of wine. She saw me, stood up and walked over to me, put her arms around me and told me she loved me. I asked her if she was feeling any better. She said that the wine has done its job. We went back inside and talked. I told her that I ran into her boss downstairs. I told her about our talk and how she was going to have to work quickly to make it up to her.

Bonnie just said "That she could go to hell. There is no way in the world that she was going back to work for that crazy bitch!"

Well at that point I had what I thought was a great idea to make Bonnie feel better. I really wanted to pamper my wife so I decided that she should get a massage. The hotel offered this service to their guests at a premium price. I figured we would charge it to the room and have the "crazy bitch" pay for it.

I called down to the front desk to order a massage as soon as possible. To my surprise the clerk said that one had already been scheduled and would be there in 10 minutes. Then it hit me...Sharon beat me to it. Shit! I was pissed, but what could I do? So, I thought...well what the hell, it will do her a lot of good to relax, and with any luck afterwards, she will be quite ready for a great love making session.

I hung up and told Bonnie that there was a nice surprise coming and that it will make her feel better. A few minutes later my cell phone rang. It was my office. Because I had to leave the office in a hurry to meet my wife, I told them to call me in case of any trouble. Well, it seems that in my haste to leave, I inadvertently grabbed the wrong file. My office needed some information contained in the file. The file was in my car, so I told my wife that I would be back in about 30 minutes and that she should just enjoy herself until I get back.

I left her room and headed for the elevator. As the elevator door opened, a black man carrying a masseuse's table walked out. This guy looked to be around 25 to 30 years old. He was over 6 ft tall and looked to be in good shape. I was certain that he was the guy that was to give my wife a massage. I thought that it was strange that the hotel would send a man to give a massage to a woman. I told myself that Bonnie would certainly ask the hotel to send a woman instead.

While talking to my office my mind began to wander and I wondered if my wife was able to find a replacement masseuse. After about 35 minutes I was finally able to get off the phone with the office. I headed back to my wife's room. I made a point to enter the room as quietly as possible.

Upon entering the room, I noticed it smelled of tropical fruits and flowers, no doubt the massage oils used by the masseuse. I could hear some jazz music along with the faint sound of relaxing moans. Good I thought....she is starting to relax. The lights were off except for a single light from the bedroom. Her hotel room was in fact a suite with a living area with a sofa, some chairs and TV. The entrance way to the bedroom was through a double door.

Just as I was about to sit down on the sofa, I heard a voice ask, "How does this feel Bonnie?"

It was a male voice. I turned my head towards the open double bedroom doors and my heart skipped a beat. I saw the same young black man that I had passed at the elevator.

"Mmmmm that feels wonderful Gerald." my wife replied.

Gerald? Who did this guy think he was? And why was Bonnie allowing him to touch her like that? was in shock. I had to immediately sit down on the sofa. There, I saw my wife lying naked on her stomach with her head turned away from me, and a small towel covering her ass. This GERALD was rubbing oil on my wife's calves. Neither one of them had realized that I had seen them. I watched as this man firmly massage up and down my wife's legs each time he would ease closer to the little towel.

I was about to put a stop to this when Bonnie remarked, "Mmmm that feels incredible...I haven't been this relaxed in weeks."

The black masseuse smugly replied, "Well Bonnie just close your eyes and enjoy yourself and I promise that when I am done you will never be the same."

Just then Bonnie turned her head over and saw me. She looked like she was in a daze, no doubt from the wine and Gerald's handywork.

She smiled at me and mouthed, "thank you" and "I love you."

Well now I was in a predicament. She was getting what she needed and if I stopped it, she would be upset. I decided that there is no need to create a seen and I would just let her enjoy her massage.

Gerald continued to massage my wife's legs. He had moved to her upper thighs, getting closer and closer to the edge of the small white towel covering Bonnie's ass. Gerald walked around to my wife's other leg. His back was now turned to me, and I still thought he had no idea I was there. Again, he began to rub her thighs spending a lot of time there but with purposeful effect. Bonnie let out several audible moans of pleasure.

Gerald turned and I couldn't see his hands, but I noticed that his right arm and shoulder turned and lowered a bit as if he were reaching in. I could not quite see what he was doing. Were his hands touching my wife's pussy? My heart skipped a beat.

I looked at my wife's face fully expecting her to protest these unwanted touching's, but in fact she kept her eyes closed and didn't speak. Her mouth opened and she began biting her lower lip. She ever so slightly raised her hips as if to adjust for something. I would swear that she was adjusting so that the black guy could have full access to her private parts.

Gerald leaned into her and asked, "You like this don't you?"

To which my wife could only respond with short fast and deliberate exhales. Then It hit me...Oh fuck! This man really does have his fingers in my wife's pussy!

I was about to put a stop to all of this right then and there, but then I stopped. I saw Bonnie open her eyes and look at me. Our eyes met and I saw a look on her face that I had never seen before. A look of wanton lust. A look of a woman in heat. I froze not knowing what to do.

At that same moment I realized that my cock was now hard as a rock! I sat back down. I was confused, turned on and petrified all at the same time. Gerald was fingering my wife to an orgasm and all I wanted to do was watch and see how far this would go.

To my surprise Gerald stopped his manipulation of Bonnie's pussy with his massive black fingers and continued with the massage. He moved towards her upper body. He applied some more oil and began to rub the small of her back. His hands moved up her spine and to her shoulders.

"Ohhh that feels so good, Gerald." my wife replied.

Gerald picked up my wife's arm and began to rub from Bonnie's upper arm down to her wrist and hands. His back was still turned to me, and although I couldn't clearly see from my angle, it appeared to me that he began to rub her upper arm again and in doing so he let her lower arm and hand hang off of the table. Gerald then oddly shifted his stance a little. He turned slightly towards my direction and there was better light. That is when I saw it... Bonnie's red fingernails on Gerald's white pants leg. Her hands were between his legs at his crotch, no doubt caressing his big black cock. I adjusted my position on the sofa to get a better angle. Once I got to a better view, I could see my wife's hand stroking and squeezing Gerald's crotch.

"And how does that feel Bonnie?" Gerald asked.

"Magnificent." replied Bonnie.

Gerald grinned and said, "I thought you might like that. It only gets better....and bigger."

Gerald then stated, "Bonnie, I hope you don't mind if I get a little more comfortable."

My wife relied, "Oh not at all...please do".

With that Gerald took off his shirt, undid his belt and took off his pants. He was now down to only his white boxer briefs. He then switched sides, to my wife's other arm. When he did, I was clearly able to see what Bonnie was so eagerly rubbing. My wife continued to rub Gerald's cock, this time only a thin layer of his boxers separated her hand from his big black dick. She could now get a better feel for how big he really was. Even in his boxers you could see how huge he was. The material could barely contain his manhood.

Gerald announced to Bonnie that he was done with her back, and it was time to roll over. Bonnie released the man's cock from her hands and rolled over on her back. Bonnie's gorgeous breasts were now fully exposed to Gerald. The small towel that once partially covered my wife's ass simply fell to the floor.

Gerald looked up and down my wife's naked body and said, "Bonnie, I must say you are a beautiful woman, and your breasts are fantastic!"

"Thank you, Gerald," she replied, "they were a gift from my husband to me."

Gerald looked up over at me, finally acknowledging my presence, He grinned and said, "oh yes, I am a breast man myself. I will take special care of these."

Gerald reached for his bottle of massage oil and generously poured it on to Bonnie's chest. He began to spread the oil all over by wife's breasts and upper body. My wife's bra size is a 40 D but the almost looked small in Gerald's hands. His hands moved skillfully over Bonnie's tits like a baker gently kneading dough, working his magic on my wife. I looked over at her expression on her face. Her eyes were closed and once again she was biting her lower lip.

Gerald moved back down to Bonnie's legs. Facing her, he took her left leg and rested her calf on his shoulder. He then added more oil to his hands and began to rub up and down her thigh. Once again, he skillfully inserted his big black fingers into my wife's dripping cunt. Working her pussy with his long fingers he brought her to the brink of orgasm. Gerald continued this same method on Bonnie's right leg each time bringing her to the edge of relief.

I again looked up at my wife's expression. She had a look of pure lust over her. This time she was looking at me.

She smiled mischievously looked me dead in the eye and said, "Gerald?"

"Yes, Bonnie what can do for you?" he replied.

She spoke again, "Gerald why is it that I am completely naked, and you are not?"

He replied again, "Hmmm that is a very good question Bonnie...would you prefer me to be naked?"

Here it comes I thought....

"Well, I for one am anxiously awaiting," my wife replied, "and from the erection in my husband's pants, he is eager to see as well."

OH SHIT!

Gerald looked at Bonnie and then at me. He grinned and reached down and pulled off his underwear. My wife quickly rolled over to see. She didn't say a word. She looked over at me and slyly smiled. She saw...we both saw Gerald's cock. It was huge and black...black as coal...and thick...beer can thick...wine bottle thick!

Bonnie rolled back over, and Gerald continued with his massage. He had oiled down her entire body down to her manicured toes. From the light from the bedroom her body glistened and shined. She looked so fucking hot; it was all I could do to keep from cumming in my pants as I watched her let herself enjoy Gerald's efforts.

Gerald moved away from the Bonnie's legs and began working his way back up to her shoulders. He moved around to the top of the table where Bonnie's head was and began once again to rub down Bonnie's breasts. As he did Bonnie adjusted herself slightly towards the top of the table. Her head now gently hung down off the end of the massage table. I immediately could tell what she was doing.

She initiated the next move. With her right hand she reached above her head and began to stroking Gerald's cock. Gerald stood up straight and grabbed his cock out of my wife's grasp. Without a word from her she tilted her head back a little further. Gerald grabbed his cock and raised it up to Bonnie's lips. She willingly parted her lips, opened her mouth wide, and greedily accepted the gift of Gerald's massive black cock.

He slowly fed her mouth his cock inch by inch. I watched in awe as she was able to take in most of his big cock. I swear I could see her throat bulge each time he shoved his cock deep into her mouth. Bonnie had sucked my dick as a regular part of our sex life, but never before had she taken that much cock without gagging. She would later tell me that with her head in that position she could easily take his cock in her throat...how the fuck did she know to do that?

After a few minutes of my wife gorging herself on Gerald's cock, he withdrew his dick from her mouth and asked "Bonnie did you enjoy sucking my cock?", wanting to make me hear what I knew Bonnie would say.

"Oh god yes, I loved it. You have such a gorgeous black cock. I would have hoped that I could continue." She stated enthusiastically

"Well," Gerald spoke, "you will get your chance later."

Gerald asked Bonnie, "Baby do you like to have your pussy eaten?"

Bonnie replied, "Yes I do."

Gerald continued his questions, "Does your husband do a good job?"

"As a matter of fact, he is wonderful at it." she replied, "He loves going down on me. I usually have to pull him off of me just to get him to fuck me."

"Good for you Bonnie." replied Gerald, "That is what I like to hear and who knows, maybe he will get his chance later on."

He continued, "Bonnie have you ever had a black man eat your pussy?"

Bonnie replied, "No I have not. In fact, Gerald you are the first black man to ever....well that I have um...you know."

"Really?" Gerald replied inquisitively, "The way you were sucking my big cock I would have thought for sure that you have had plenty of experience sucking black dick.... Does your husband have a big dick?"

"He has a nice dick." replied Bonnie.

"I asked you if he was big?" Gerald said annoyingly.

"Not anything like you Gerald." Bonnie replied.

"Hmmm well I guess you were...shall we say motivated. Bonnie, you are going to enjoy this. I can't think of too many things more that a black man loves to do than eating the pussy of a sexy, married, white woman like you."

With that Gerald picked my wife off of the massage table and carried her to the bed. He had her get on all fours. Gerald moved behind my wife where he began to eat her pussy from behind.

I got up off of the couch and sat down in the chair next to the bed. I watched as he spread her ass cheeks with his large hands and thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. Bonnie began to moan softly. I could see my wife's pussy juice begin to run down the inside of her thighs. Gerald's tongue and chin were soon covered in her juice. He raised his head up and began to lick around my wife's sweat ass. Gerald then began to tongue fuck Bonnie's ass which drove her crazy. She began to squirm and shake and soon she collapsed on to the bed. Her moaning grew louder and louder.

Gerald then turned her over, spread her legs wide, and began to gently suck on my wife's swollen clit. Gerald then stuck three fingers in my wife's pussy and began to finger fuck her again. When he found her G-spot and this sent her over the edge.

She screamed "Oh fuck, fuck, oh god yes!".

Her first really good orgasm of the day.

Gerald removed his fingers from her pussy, he looked up at her, and she watched him lick his fingers clean of her cum. Next, he moved between Bonnie's legs and began to scoop the rest of her cum out with his tongue. Bonnie raised her legs up and wrapped them around Gerald's head as he finished cleaning her cunt.

Finally, Gerald raised his head from between Bonnie's legs and said, "Okay baby...now I want you to show me again how much you love sucking on my black dick."

Gerald got off the bed, grabbed my wife's hand, and led her around to the front room of where I was sitting. He told my wife to get down on her knees and show me up close how much she loves sucking his cock. Bonnie obediently knelt on the floor. She looked up at Gerald's dick as it hung just inches from her face.

Gerald spoke "Go ahead baby, show daddy how you love to suck his big black cock."

With that Bonnie licked her lips and opened her mouth. She lightly swirled her tongue on the tip of his dick tasting his pre-cum and savoring the flavor. She continued sucking the head of his dick, lapping up all of his pre-cum. Gerald was now feeding more of his dick into my wife's mouth now, which she eagerly accepted and sucked him harder. Gerald's dick appreciated Bonnie's work too, as it started to get bigger and bigger.

Gerald chimed in "That's it baby...you are doing just fine. Mmmmm that feels real good."

Gerald closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He was thoroughly enjoying the talents that my wife had to offer. I felt a moment of pride knowing that my wife's oral skills were very pleasing to a man that has probably had his cock sucked by a thousand white wives. Gerald's engorged cock was now pointing straight out like a giant cannon on a battleship. Bonnie lifted his dick and lowered her head down to Gerald's massive balls. She slowly licked his nuts, gently sucking each one.

I turned to view this scene from behind. I could see Bonnie's tongue lapping away on Gerald's glistening balls. A little drool began to run down her chin as she continued her licking. She was working so hard to bring this man pleasure. She worked her tongue up to the base of his shaft. From there she would trace the length of his cock with the tip of her tongue...back and forth. Bonnie's tongue was having quiet the effect on Gerald. He started breathing heavier.