I still keep the nightgown Erica wore, in the closet, as a souvenir of what happened that night a little over a year ago, not that I could forget the sight of my sweet little wife jacking off a monster sized black dick, on our couch. But how did it happen...
It was our annual holiday party. All the guest were having fun. Bruce was a guy who used to work at my wife's office, we were not all that tight with him, but he had bumped into me and my wife at the mall which turned into lunch. We had let it slip that we were having a holiday party and he managed to get an invite from us for him and his girlfriend.
Anyway by the night of the party it was snowing lightly and our apartment was full to spilling out into the hallway. Bruce came a little late saying his girlfriend could not make it; she worked for the city and when it snowed she had to work late in the dispatcher's office, just in case the snow got heavier.
The party was going great, with one incident, Bruce had a bit too much of the bubbly and tried to kiss my wife under the mistletoe. She dodged his attempt laughing. We had strung it up mainly for the younger couples anyway; you know to help out those who were unattached or shy. A little past midnight the snow started to get heavier and our guests had one final toast and left; not wishing to get caught up in the storm. Bruce wanted to leave also, but he was in no condition to drive. So we let him sleep on our oversized leather couch. I got him some pillows and comforters and he just managed to kick off his shoes before falling asleep.
The next morning the snow was still going heavy, my wife and I got up early to start to clean up. We had forgotten Bruce was still on the couch sleeping. He had taken off his blankets and was wearing a pair on pajama pants I had lent him when he got up later that night. However, my wife let out a little "yipe!" I thought that she had stubbed her toes or something. But when I came around the bend I saw what she had made that noise about. Bruce had a monster sized hard on, that was so big his cock had actually flopped out of the front flap of the pajamas.
Now we had heard stories, and rumors, and watched some video, so we knew some black guys were really endowed, but to actually see one, or more importantly to have your wife see it, was something else.
We retreated to the safety of the kitchen to discuss what to do. We could have waited until he woke up, and he would have adjusted himself, or at least we hoped he would have.
"Maybe he is that way from the unrequited love. From not being able to kiss you." I joked.
"He was just drunk! Though he did say I was the sexiest women in the room." I could not argue with that. My wife at thirty five was tight, with a taunt ass, and just enough boob to suck or fuck. At five foot and nearly one hundred pounds she was a dynamo when she got started.
"Well what do we do?" she asked.
