Following her mind blowing Valentine's surprise my wife was especially attentive. It was not unusual for me to arrive home to find her waiting in her lingerie ready to be fucked. If this was the result of allowing her to indulge her fantasies I was not going to do anything to discourage her. Indeed, I was only happy to feed them.
Her porn habit was something we could both enjoy. Her taste was always for interracial but expanded to include double penetrations and even gang bangs. She loved seeing hung muscular men dominate petite white girls. Seeing her finger herself whilst watching these films was an incredible turn on and would always lead to her climbing onto me and riding me hard to orgasm. Sometimes she'd bring out the dildo she had and fuck herself with it whilst sucking my cock, her eyes glued to the screen. It was clear she had a large appetite and needed her hunger to be fed.
As February's winter merged into March and a warm spring I decided to encourage another episode for my wife.
One night, after we fucked our way through a porn film I asked, "do you want to repeat your Valentine's adventure?"
She looked at me and asked what I meant.
"Clearly you have an itch in need of scratching, do you want to find someone who will scratch it?"
"It's okay baby, I love you."
It was sweet of her to say so but I could tell she was only saying what she thought she should. "You can be honest. I don't mind. I enjoyed watching you get fucked last time, and the sex since has been amazing so I do well out of the deal whichever way you look at it."
"Are you sure? I mean...yes, I'd love to do something like that again but only if you're completely okay with it."
"Of course I am. It's unbelievably hot to see you fucked so hard, and afterwards you're a dynamo. Why wouldn't I encourage this?"
"Well, it's something I've been wanting to do but didn't want to sound selfish or make you feel worthless."
"Don't worry. But this time I don't think we need waste money on an escort. You always turn heads when we go out so I'd suggest you choose your man for the night."
"Really?"
"Sure, that way you can make sure that the guy meets your needs."
Her eyes lit up and her mouth curled into a seductive smile. Even though we'd just had sex she started stroking my cock. "So you want your wife to dress slutily, go into a bar and chat up a black guy with a big cock and have him come back and fuck me? You want me to tease him and then have him stretch my tight white cunt? You want me to scream as he fucks me hard whilst you watch?"
To my surprise I was hard again. "Hmmm. Seems that's just what you want..." she said. She straddled my cock and quickly brought us both to another orgasm.
"Fuck. I can't wait to do this."
"Me neither," I said.
We'd decided to go to the city for a break as we considered the pool would be wider to choose from and there was less chance of bumping into people we knew. We chose a nice hotel in the city centre and spent extra on a large plush room. We knew we only wanted the room for sex but it didn't need to be seedy. Whilst I'd thought not needing an escort would save money my wife was spending a lot on her outfit. She assured me it was necessary but wouldn't let me have a peep until the night itself.
When we arrived at the hotel we were impressed by how opulent it seemed. The room was exquisite. A large bed was against one wall but there was plenty of space around it. Ordinarily in a hotel we're not concerned with tidiness but knowing, or hoping, we'd come back with company we made sure we weren't leaving things scattered.
We went to the hotel restaurant early so we could eat before getting ready to hit the town. Whilst the menu was amazing we reached ordered light meals we were both too excited to eat large platefulls. We did drink quite a bit of wine which helped us relax and enhance our buzz.
I showered and changed first. When I came out of the en suite my wife picked up a hold all and went in after me. I was sat watching a film on TV when after quite some time my wife emerged transformed from the bathroom.
Her new shoes had killer heels, which extended her red stocking clad legs. The tops of her stockings were visible and showed she was wearing matching suspenders. Her red dress clung to each curve and was so short it didn't fully cover her ass, leaving the last third of her firm, round ass visible. Her make up was understated but accentuated her lips and eyes. She was a knock out and my cock was already growing. She noticed and laughed, "remember tiger, this isn't for you."
I felt a little sorry that I wasn't to be the one to ravish her, but then the thought of the scene I would be treated to cheered me. She would be beating guys off - literally.
We headed out with high hopes and butterflies in our stomachs.
Although we clearly knew our purpose for going out we were also determined to enjoy the evening and roamed to different bars. My predictions had been right and heads turned to her wherever we went. For so long no possibilities presented themselves. In spite of the number of white guys who grabbed her ass in crowds it seemed our quarry would elude us. A few black guys showed interest but did not meet my wife's standards, being either out of shape or too old.
Whilst we'd had a great night we returned to the hotel disappointed and decided to have a night cap in the hotel bar. Whilst finishing our drinks and discussing our surprise at the complete lack of candidates a pair of 20 something black men entered the bar and took a table. My wife pricked up her head and followed them with her eyes to their table. She studied them, as though completing a series of calculations, and then smiled.
"Maybe the evening isn't such a wash out." She said. "I think I'll head to the bathroom...to powder my nose."
