My wife and I have been married for 20 years and we are both in our mid 40's. Katie still looks quite hot even after having 2 kids. She is 5'-1", about 120 pounds, full B cup boobs, dark hair and eyes and is quite curvy. She is aging nicely with all the little lines, creases and sags in all the right places. I think it really gives her that COUGAR look.
I have had a better sex life than the average Joe. We have done some experimenting during our time together. Nothing on a regular basis, but just when I think things are getting a little stale, some wild sexual event occurs. Believe it or not, we have not planned this stuff, it just kind of happens. We have done a little swinging, swapping, 3somes, 4somes, sex toys, dress up and exhibitionist stuff. Never in a million years did I even think about an interracial encounter. She never asked so I don't know if it is something she ever considered either...........until recently...........
One of Katie's friends was turning 40 and all the girls made plans to go the male strip club. Maybe 10 of them in all, and some absolute beauties in this group. Last time they went, I made out like a bandit as Katie gave me the most enthusiastic fuck I had in quite some time. So, I was more than willing to have her go again, good thing my shift was not working that night. So off they go, they even rented a limo so none had to drive as they most likely would be drinking. I was pretty sure that the sex was going to be extra good tonight, so I just milled around the house trying not to waste any energy. Sure enough, I was right. Katie barely got into the house and she was ripping my clothes off as fast as she could.
During the foreplay, Katie told me that she saw a black guys cock. The other girls were drooling all over it, but she just sat back and let them roll. Then when the guy saw that she was not as bold as the others, he strolled over and made her the center of attention. She said she was embarrassed as he whipped it out and was trying to get her to touch it. She said he kind of rubbed it on her shoulders and neck and was using it as toy. As she was telling me this, I could feel a little extra excitement in her body. She said she finally touched and then she and the girls all bust out laughing. Then the guy then shot some whipped cream on his cock and tried to get her to lick it off. A couple other girls lunged in front of her and licked the whipped cream and didn't hesitate to suck his cock also. Again, the whole time she was replaying the story to me, I could sense a new level of excitement in her body by how she moved. Maybe, just maybe, my wife was actually thinking about fucking a black guy. She finally finished the story and we fucked like mad. I slept like a million bucks that night, but really wondered what was going through her mind.
Neither one of us really spoke of that night and I was kind of apprehensive about asking my wife "so would you like to fuck a black cock?" The topic never came up and I didn't push the issue. But quietly, I still wondered if she had considered it. I sure have, and I was kind of keen on the idea of some black dude fucking the shit out of her.
Fast forward to a couple months later. We made plans to spend our 20th wedding anniversary at one of the all inclusive adult's only resorts. As we were finalizing plans, she saw that they had a spa and she could get a massage. Professional massages are one of her favorite things. She gets very tense at work and usually gets one once a month. She has gone to the same 2 female therapists for several years. At times, I think they must hit some special sex spot, because she has come home somewhat aroused and fucked me with a little extra effort. I told her I would make the massage plans for her and she smiled and was excited with the thought.
"Wow, a massage in tropical paradise is exactly what I need."
Needless to say, I had ulterior motives with the whole massage thing. Sounds devious,
But this was my shot to see if the interracial thing might actually happen.
I didn't actually make the massage reservations until we got down there. I wanted to go in person and feel the place out to see what kind of possibilities it had. I asked the receptionist what the "Erotic Massage" was and she said I would need to talk to Michael. She sent me back to his office and he welcomed me in. Michel was a handsome guy, about 30, maybe 6 feet tall, muscular and black. We sat down and he explained the various massage offerings, including the Erotic one. He has been a therapist for 10 years and is certified by all the top agencies in the biz. He said he moved to the island 2 years ago after going there for his own vacation. When he realized he could make 5 times more money than he was making in Boston, he decided to stay.
Michael asked what I was looking for and I explained. For some reason, I felt at ease about getting to the part of doing a little more than just a massage. He said the erotic massage, was designed for couples. The husband would be in the room the whole time and it was designed to set the tone for further potential activities. He finally laid it out that most men come to him to help live out the interracial fantasy. That's why his job on the island was such a dream. Not only did he get to massage some gorgeous women, but most of the husbands set it up so Michael could fuck them too.
He explained that there were natural signs from a woman's body that would tell him whether he had the green light to keep going, or that she was not interested. He was very up front saying, some women go and just get the massage and are not interested in anything else. He would stop any advances if he felt those signs. So there was no guarantee that he would have sex with her. But, this was still a chance I wanted to take and he asked repeatedly if I was 100% sure that I would allow him to fuck her if he got the green light. Again, I didn't want to sound over anxious, even though I was. But I said yes, he could fuck her if she let it go.
Our first few days at the resort were incredible. She was so fucking hot in her new bikinis. She bought some new ones that were a little more revealing that what she normally wears. She figured that since she knew nobody down here, she was willing to bare a little more. Of course, the heat, the bikinis and the thought of Michael fucking my hot wife, just made me even hornier. She sensed it during our fuck sessions and it seemed to carry over to her, which just added to the already good time.
We had some good sex the first few days, other than that, just a lot of lying around enjoying the weather and the beach. Katie asked when her massage appointment was, and I told her at 11 tomorrow morning. We went to an early dinner and then to the night club for some dancing. She looked so hot while we were out there that I wanted to take her back to the room and fuck her senseless. I did not however, as I wanted her to have plenty of energy for tomorrows activities.
The next morning, we awoke, had breakfast and went for long walk on the beach. Her appointment time arrived before we knew it and off we went. The building with the massage room was right near the ocean and cliffs. The wall that faced them was nothing but huge glass windows, with one way coating on them, we can see out, but nobody can see in. The actual rooms had the regular equipment but this one had the most comfortable looking table. Plenty of padding and was contoured to fit the human body. It even had a pedal on the floor so Michael could control the height of the table by stepping on a button.
