Brett and I have been married for 4 years now. We are both very sexual people and have an open marriage of sorts. We don't get downright destructive or vindictive of each other, but we are just basically a really horny couple and just about anything goes. Brett is a handsome guy about 5'10" and slender with an average build. He has a great ass and his cock is about 7". I'm a slim brunette, 5'4" and 108 pounds, last time I checked. I'm 35-24-34 and about a C cup. Brett and I have wonderful sex almost every other day. He is great in bed and makes me cum by oral sex every time. We have experimented with everything: oral, anal, and every position possible. We have had threesomes a few times (2 guys) and had loads of fun-literally. Brett has had this fantasy of me fucking a black guy, but we've never really acted on it. I never really cared for black men, despite what I read and hear about their sexual prowess. But, being the open minded people we are, we would try it. Why not?
Last March, Nancy, John, Brett and I went to this club downtown that had great dancing and drinks and was packed with people all the time. Nancy told me we should go on a Friday night, because they played some good music on that day. In private, Nancy said, "Danielle, Friday is a great night if you want to try to hook up with a black guy."
"Do you think black guys would be interested in me?" I asked.
"I know they would. Don't you have to be concerned with that" she said.
I told her that Brett and I talked about me fucking a black guy and that he would be fine with it and that I was really open to it. I had never been with one before, but Nancy had fucked three black guys when she was in college. John had known about it and that it didn't bother him. Nancy said that all of them had decent sized cocks, but one guy was really big and came like a fire hose.
"His name was Terrance and boy could he fuck. I wouldn't do anal at that time, but he would fuck me for hours. I must have came 10 times whenever I was with him. Every time we had sex, just before he came, I would jump off or turn around and suck him off. That was his favorite thing and I loved it. You know me, I'm a regular cum whore inside! You really need to try it Danielle" Nancy said.
Brett didn't know that's why we were going there that night, but even if he had known, he probably would have approved anyway.
Brett and John were having some shots at the bar and Nancy and I kind of disappeared in the crowd, dancing on our own. We were both buzzed already and having a great time when this tall black guy came up to us and started some small talk and offered to buy us a drink. Nancy gave me this devious look and then turned to James.
"No thanks, but it was nice talking to you James. I'm gonna go back to the bar Danielle. You guys keep talking."
Nancy smiled at me and walked away. James and I kept talking and decided to move over to a small table in a dark corner on the other side of the dance floor where we could hear each other better. I could barely see Brett from the table, but caught his eye for a second. As I expected, he smiled at me and went back to whatever he was doing.
Now I've never really had any sort of conversation with a black guy before, but this guy was pretty cool. He was an architect with a large firm in Dallas and just had his 27th birthday. Some time went by and we kept chatting and unless he was a really good actor, we really had some things in common. I had not mentioned that I was married and I wasn't wearing my ring--not like that stops anyone these days--but I mentioned that my girlfriend and I were there with our husbands to James.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I just thought..."
I said "relax, my husband and I have an open relationship and it's not a problem. Anyway, I am really having a good time with you."
James could see in my eyes that he was heading in the right direction that night, and the conversation changed to more of a pursuit of getting into my pants rapidly. The cocktail waitress came over and asked if we wanted anything else. James looked at me and said to order anything I wanted. Just as I started to order another martini, James slipped his big hand onto my leg and began to move up my dress. It was totally erotic. I gave the girl my order and then looked at James and told him that he had no idea how glad I was that he did that.
Well, as you can imagine, the conversation was basically over and there was nothing on both of our minds but getting the hell out of there. He reached his hand all the way up my dress and put his fingers right on my pussy, which was dripping with wetness at this point. I was wearing my usual clubbing outfit: tight, red minidress with 4" pumps and no panties. I never wear panties when we go dancing. All that moving around just gets you sweaty and your underwear just gets all bunched up in a wedgie. So James feels my freshly waxed pussy, leans over to me, and whispers into my ear how incredibly sexy I am and that he has had a hard on the entire time he has been talking to me. The girl brought me my drink and I veered over to James and said,
"You don't really want me to cum right here, do you? I'd much rather rather do that somewhere else."
James pulled his hand back.
"Why don't you and I take a ride over to my place? It's only a little ways from here."
"I don't think so James; that might take too long. I want you now! Take me outside and show me what you've got baby."
