As you read this story you may be thinking that this is the work of a man with a very vivid imagination. However, my imagination is not vivid, I am an accountant, and this whole thing is firmly engrained in my mind as if it just happened yesterday. If I close my eyes I can still see the scenes clearly almost as if they are in slow motion.
My wife and I live and work in Vancouver, Canada. I am Glen and I am an average 48yo middle-aged father of 2 daughters who are both studying at University. I consider myself to be reasonably fit and I am a mad golfer, playing each weekend and usually at least once during the week. Melissa, my wife is 44yo and has managed to maintain a "youthful" look which is probably due to her Dutch heritage (both of her parents were born in Holland). Melissa is 5'6" tall and weighs 130lb and has a nice pair of 36C tits that have managed to keep most of their form despite 2 children and 44 years. Her blonde hair is straight but cut quite short above the collar. She is blessed with a nice tan and works out 3 nights a week teaching Pilates for her best friend's small business. Our sex life is regular but to be quite honest Melissa lacked the willingness to try new things so sex rarely involved a blow job or anything other than missionary. Over the years I have tried to introduce variety into our sex life but with very little progress. I remember early on trying to fuck her doggie style only to be told that she would never let a man take her that way as it was degrading and had no place in the bedroom!
This story begins with me being away for a week for work. During the evenings I ended up spending quite a lot of time online and eventually found myself in a popular interracial sex chat website. I spent a lot of time chatting with all types of people. When I came back home I continued to visit the site and began to fall further and further into the theme. I began to share pictures of Melissa with black men canvassing whether they had any interest in her. It did not take very long for me to realise that Melissa was very desirable to these men.
After some weeks I was regularly chatting with a Black Guy named Jason who was living near Las Vegas. At first he seemed to be quite sceptical as to whether I was real or more importantly that my wife was real. He asked me to send him a picture of her brushing her teeth and one of her loading the dishwasher. I was confused but then he told me that this would establish whether my situation was real. It actually took me a week to take the 2 pictures without her knowledge and then share them with him. This is when he became quite serious and even gave me his cell phone number to call if I wanted to chat.
He worked in Las Vegas and had a very close friend who managed a large casino resort in Vegas which allowed him to use the pool, gym and the occasional room. He told me that he had seduced several married white women using a particular scenario and tried to convince me to bring Melissa to Vegas to be seduced thinking that I had no knowledge of what was happening. He even told me that I was more than welcome to check with one of the women involved to check that he was not some kind of crazy axe murderer. He gave me her name and cell number.
By this time I was really thinking about Melissa with a fit black guy. Looking back I know that I was in fact infatuated with the idea and was regularly agreeing with the requests from Jason for pictures of Melissa or details of what she was into etc.
Then suddenly in March this year Jason tells me during one of our chats that he has invested a lot of time and effort into getting to know me and getting to know Melissa through me. He basically wanted to know if I was serious about making things happen and if so he wanted to set a date for the summer. I was quite honestly conflicted. I knew that this could end up being a real disaster and yet I was strangely drawn into this world of fantasy and the reality that I had to make a decision. I found the cell number that I had been given for the other woman and before I knew it I was listening to it ringing. The woman who answered seemed quote young. After I bumbled my way through asking her about Jason she was more than happy to give him a character reference as well as references with regards to his other abilities. I decided then and there to do what I could for Melissa and I to be in Vegas before the summer ended.
It turned out to be easier than I had thought. A woman who was in Melissa's Pilates class had just spent 2 weeks in Vegas spending her time by the pool, shopping and gambling whilst her husband played golf most days. So out of the blue Melissa asks how much I thought it would cost for us to go there for a coupe of weeks! I did the research and with a bit of help from Jason we got a special price for the resort accommodation and flights (he works for an airline associated company) and before I knew it Melissa was saying that it was such a good deal we should take it.
So it was set in stone or at least set in my credit card that we would be in Las Vegas from July 11 until July 26th. We made no plans except that I would play some golf and she would get some sun.
We arrived in Las Vegas during the middle of the day and the first thing that hit the both of us when the airport doors opened was the heat. That dry heat that drained every bit of moisture from your skin. When we arrived at the resort it was every bit as nice as it appeared on the website. We were greeted at reception by a well presented woman who was very friendly and made all the arrangements for the room and also gave Melissa some vouchers for a day spa treatment.
I contacted Jason that evening and he said that he would catch up with me later in the week and that I should relax and enjoy the Grand Canyon and to call him when we were back at the resort.
When we got back to Vegas we slept in until 10am and then headed down to the pool area for a swim and to take in the sun. Melissa wore a one piece swimsuit that was cut high at the sides which really accentuated her long legs. The top of the suit had wide bands over the shoulders and was well padded to give her tits extra support. I ordered some coffees and began to read the paper thinking that I should ring Jason so see what he had planned.
I spotted Jason walking around the side of the pool. It was hard to miss him as he was well over 6' tall and was very fit and he walked with a confidence in the knowledge that many were probably watching his movements. He walked right past us and gave little indication that he recognised us (although I know that he did). He sat down on a lounge and took in the sun whilst reading a book. I tried to catch his eye but he never looked directly in our direction but was definitely discreetly checking out his prey. After about an hour I got up and went to the bar. As I returned I noticed that Jason was no longer in his chair but had instead moved into the chair that was beside where I would be sitting. I walked back slowly wondering what was going to happen when I returned to my chair. I sat down and there was silence -- he said nothing, not even looking up from his book. I chatted to Melissa and she was keen to go and get lunch so we got up a prepared to leave. She threw a sun-dress over her swimsuit and put on her heels. Then suddenly Jason asked if we wanted him to mind the seats for us whilst we were away. Melissa immediately thanked him and said that would be nice but we might be a couple of hours so it might be difficult for him to do so. Jason responded that nobody would take the chairs as they would be scared of the only big bad black man around the pool. We walked away and Melissa commented that he seemed to be a nice guy, but she wondered what he is doing here on his own (if only she knew the truth).
We returned to the pool about an hour later and Jason had saved our chairs. During the afternoon we all took in the sun and chatted. Jason and Melissa really got on well (mostly because Jason already knew so much about her interests). It was a great afternoon and Jason was a real pro -- never once being sleazy or suggestive. We headed back to the room to get ready for dinner and Jason simply said that he hoped that we would enjoy our stay in Vegas.
Later in the evening Jason gave me a call. He told me that I should make myself scarce for the day tomorrow. He had arranged a ticket for a golf day tour and told me to get them from reception and that there was also a room key there for me to use the next day. The plan was that I would show Melissa the ticket and tell her that they were complimentary and that I would be away all day. In fact I would be in a room where the balcony overlooked the entire pool area. I was to call Jason when Melissa got to the pool so that he could make his play.
I left for golf right after breakfast and decided to go to the mall to get some supplies for what I figured would be a long day alone on the balcony. I got a book and a pair of binoculars and made sure that I had worked out how to turn off the flash on my camera.
I got to the room at around 1pm and it was a suite. There was a nice lounge setting, large flat screen television and a bar and large bathroom. The large bed was right next to the sliding door to the balcony and I quickly discovered that those inside the room could not see out onto the balcony but if I got up close to the glass or screen I could look all around the room from outside.
I spent my time reading the book in the room and constantly going outside to check if Melissa had arrived at the pool. Late in the day I began to worry that she was going to skip the pool today and I had Jason calling me twice to check that all was going to plan. I decided to call Melissa to see what she was doing. It turned out that she was in our room getting ready to go to the pool. She had spent the morning shopping and had got a new swimsuit that she teased I would be sorry that I missed.