My wife was catching up with a childhood friend when she learned her divorced friend was dating a black man. My wife certainly didn't have a problem with it, and told her that sexy is sexy regardless of color. She also confessed to having the hots for Shemar Moore. She said since he was out of her league she'd just keep her husband.
They laughed, but then her friend told her that she had never experienced sex like she'd been having lately. She even told my wife she was addicted to his big black cock. Well that prompted my wife to ask how big. Her friend was about to show her a pic when they got interrupted.
Liz shared the story that afternoon when I came in from work. I asked, "so your curious about this big black cock?" She played it off and reminded me she only had eyes for me. I knew better.
Three days later we were retuning home from the garden center when out of the blue Liz said, "the curiosity is killing me." She went on to say she just wanted to see how big it was.
Over the next few weeks I teased her about it until her curiosity seemingly faded. That weekend I headed off to our farm to hunt for a few days, but Liz wanted to stay home and maybe have a few girlfriends over.
After my evening hunt I called to let her know I was safely back in our cabin. I could hear laughter and knew she had company. It was just Trudy and they had been hitting the wine pretty hard. Liz told me that Trudy had to delete her dick pics when she took her phone in for an upgrade.
Even though she was laughing, she sounded disappointed. I was about to eat so I promised to call back in a few hours before going to bed.
When I did call back, the girls were clearly drunk and Liz was acting a little nervous. She told me Trudy had invited her boyfriend over to show off his cock. What guy would pass that opportunity? I'm sure his mind was racing with possibilities. We were still on the phone when he arrived so Liz switched to face time and introduced us. I told Liz to call me back if things got interesting.
It was just a few minutes later when I received a face time call. The girls were giggling and said in unison, "John will show his if you show yours." I told them I needed some inspiration and Liz pulled up her blouse and flashed me her tits.
John said, "damn girl, those titties are nice."
I encouraged Trudy to show hers and when she did, John grabbed them and squeezed her nipples. I was started getting hard, and was just about ready to show my cock when I heard Liz say, "wow, that's big."
Suddenly the phone moved and the screen was full of black cock. When I heard Trudy tell Liz she could touch it if she wanted, my cock stiffened. I began to stroke myself as I saw my wife's hand wrap around that big dick.
Liz wrapped both hands around it and commented on how thick it was.
John said, "stroke that big dick baby," She began to gently tug on it.
Trudy asked to see mine. I flipped the camera around and filled the screen with my cock.
She said, "Mmmm, Liz you didn't tell me about his delicious cock."
I replied, "thanks, too bad you can't stroke it."
Trudy giggled but Liz was busy stroking John, at least until Trudy took over and sucked it into her mouth.
Liz took her phone and told me to stroke myself. She then asked if I liked watching her stroke a big black cock? I replied by nodding my head.
She said, "that's Trudy's big dick and I would never use it without her permission." "Maybe I could get one of my own sometime?" Again I nodded without saying a word.
Trudy excused herself and John as they had business to take care of. As soon as they left, Liz crawled in our bed with one of her large vibrators. She lubed it and rubbed her pussy while I talked dirty to her.
I asked her what she thought of that big fat cock? She moaned without answering. I asked if she was tempted to suck it? She closed her eyes and moaned again. She slid her toy into her wet pussy. I asked if she was thinking about that big black dick stretching her tight little hole? Her legs shook and she said, "oh shit" as her climax hit hard and fast.
Her breathing calmed and she told me to stroke my cock and think about being in her wet pussy. Liz asked if watching her stroke John made me hard?
I said, "it was hot."
She said, "just imagine me licking and sucking it."
I asked again if she was tempted to suck it and she quietly said yes. She asked me if I ever imagined her riding a big black cock and I told her the thought had just crossed my mind. She pushed her toy back in her pussy and we kept talking until we both came.
We made love several times over the next few weeks. However, the BBC pillow talk had stopped. But I soon learned on our Saturday night date that the fantasy had not disappeared and Liz wasn't just talking.
Liz was dressed in a casual sweater dress and knee high boots. The dress was tight and framed her tits beautifully. It also had a deep V neck that showed lots of cleavage.
We went to a small bar concert and tables were very limited. A gentleman a few years younger than us saw us standing and offered two stools at his high top table. We graciously accepted and bought him another round for his hospitality. We introduced ourselves and he immediately showered Liz with compliments.
"Player", I thought to myself.
He was smooth, but very nice. I leaned into Liz and whispered, "be careful, his eyes are all over you."
"He reminds me of Shemar Moore", she said.
I knew what she was thinking. This could get interesting, I thought.
Our new friend's name was Marcus. He was supposed to have met some buddies that didn't show. He told us he had thought about leaving but was enjoying our company. He asked me if I minded him dancing with Liz, who quickly answered, "no he doesn't mind."
They danced through a few fast songs, Liz shaking her stuff and Marcus mesmerized by her tight body and big tits. A slow song came on and Marcus pulled her close. His hands roamed over her body. Due to his height, his groin was pressed against her mid-section. I saw him reach down and reposition himself then pull her back in. He continued holding her close until the song ended. He went to the men's room and she returned to our table a bit flustered.
"Is everything ok," I asked?
She said, "yeah it just got very hot."
