"Any thoughts about this summer?" I asked my wife as we cuddled in bed. "You want to travel, go somewhere, do something new? What would you like to do?"
"I want to go black," she said without hesitating.
"Say again?"
"I said I want to go black," she said again. Claire and I had done some swinging with two other couples, so sex with other people was no big deal for us, but she'd never said before she wanted to have sex with a black man, "I've thought about it a lot lately, and I've decided I want to try black dick," she said, using a term I'd never heard from her. "A really big black one," she added with a gleam in her eye.
"Okay. Can I watch then?" I asked.
"You, okay, but I don't want to become a spectator sport," she said with a grin. "Now I've got some candidates I've picked out, so we can talk about choosing one," she went on to say. "Clarence is my first choice," she said. "The guy from the recycling center. He's big but he seems gentle. Henry from church would do. He's got huge hands and he's really big." She smiled. "Or Monte, the guy at the lumber yard. Any of those," she added. "Can you help me with it?"
"I'll do what I can," I said, eager and thinking of how to approach it, picturing her with a huge black man sliding his big cock into her white pussy. "How long have you been thinking about this?" I asked.
"Since we looked at that spread in the Penthouse Letters about the wife with a giant black lover. I haven't been able to get that out of my head since," she said with a sigh. "You asked what I wanted this summer," she said, "and that's it. I want to be fucked by a black stud with a monster cock. You okay with that?"
I told her I certainly was, that I'd love to see it, and hoped she'd be okay with me being there to watch. "I don't want to be a sporting event," she said sternly, "but I wouldn't mind if you watched me get fucked, but I don't want the neighborhood or a gang of your friends.
I went to her first choice first. I asked Clarence if I could talk to him after work and he agreed. We met at a coffee shop just down the street from the recycling yard. I asked him if he remembered my wife and he said he surely did. "She's a great lady," he said.
"Well, that great lady has a big sexual appetite," I said. "She would like it very much if you could spend some time with her, intimate time, lovemaking time. I would also appreciate it if you would agree to make love to her, for me and for her." He smiled and nodded. "You've heard that before?" I asked.
"I have been asked to fuck a number of white ladies," he said with a toothy grin.
"It seems white girls like my qualities," he said chuckling. "White women, especially white housewives, appreciate bigness, and I have that to offer. Sure, I'll help you out. Be glad to," he said. "I'm busy tonight, so when are you thinking about?"
I told him I was thinking about the weekend, about Saturday. I said I'd like to watch and he smiled and nodded, as if it was a given, as if it was normal for husbands to watch their wives, then said Saturday would be just fine. "I would love to fuck your wife for you," he said. I was thrilled to be able to go home and tell Claire that Clarence was a go, that he'd agreed and said he gets asked a lot about satisfying white women, especially wives. "Why sure," she said. "All us desperate housewives want some size in our lives."