It was one of the few times my wife and I made love anymore. This was it, my one time every few weeks when my wife would fulfill her marital duties and meet my needs as her husband. I strained with effort, thrusting into her from behind. We were having lackluster sex in the spooning position and it was more of a mechanical exercise than a passionate one anymore. Sometimes I gave up before completion just because it was awkward. Other times, I forced my way through to orgasm and the affair was over quickly enough.
Kitty (my wife?) was laying there silently as I thrust into her. I pushed in deep and paused, squeezing her breasts. I felt my stamina flagging. Suddenly she leaned back and put her cheek next to mine.
"I think I'd like to try a black cock," she whispered, "a big one."
My eyes widened and my heart leapt with excitement. Before I knew what was happening, my biggest load in recent memory boiled up out of my balls and I eagerly deposited it deep inside her pussy. Pleasure overwhelmed me as surge after surge of cum flowed from me into her.
We had discussed bringing another man into our sex lives many times before. This seemed to really turn her on when we discussed it during sex. I had encouraged her to start dressing sexier and to look for someone she would like to try. I had noticed she was wearing shorter skirts and higher heels, but did not think anything about it.
My wife was a fair skinned, red haired woman with freckles and firm 36C breasts that rarely required a bra. She enjoyed going braless, wearing thin material blouses to show off her bouncing tits. She got looks from men when she was out shopping or walking through the mall. Despite my ongoing attraction to her, her interest in sex had waned over the years. Our sex life was not as good as it was in our early married lives.
When she mentioned to me she was interested in a black cock, it caught me off guard. That statement was so uncharacteristic of her conservative upbringing. She was raised very religious and having extra martial sex, let alone with a black man was just a shock. I did not push the conversation at the moment and just went to sleep.
The next morning, over breakfast, I brought up the subject of her having sex with a black man. She told me she was serious about it and wanted me to find her a black lover. I could bring him to our house and watch as she had sex. I could not believe what was coming out of my wife's mouth but certainly was not going to do anything to talk her out of it. I told her I would support her in her decision and would begin to try to find someone to fill her desire. She told me we must be discrete and not let any of our friends or family find out. I assured her I would do as she asked.
I went to work trying to concentrate on my job responsibilities. I work in a distribution business with several young black men that I supervise. I studied each one thinking maybe one of them might be the one that would fill my wife's desires. I tried to study them over the next few days, observing their hygiene habits and just how they acted around other people. One of the young men, Tyrone, acted standoffish from the others. I brought him into my office to talk. I asked if everything was alright and did he like his job. Of course he enjoyed what he was doing and really did not consider his co workers as friends.
I knew from his actions that he could be one that would not tell the others if he came over to my house to fuck my wife. He and I would have a few other discussions before I asked him to fulfill my wife's wish. I told her I had found someone that my meet her wishes. She began to ask about who it could be. I told her I was not sure yet, but wanted to be sure she was ready.
She took my hand and placed it on her dripping pussy. "Does it feel like I am ready?"
She had become so excited just talking about the possibility of having her fantasy come true. I told her I would know something in the next couple of days.
The next day, I called Tyrone into my office. We had some discussions about work and they the subject changed to women.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, trying to gauge his response.
"I did, but we broke up several weeks ago."
That was good. There was no hint of complications there.
"Have you ever been with an older woman?"
Tyrone paused, as if wondering why I'd be interested in such a thing. "I always thought one of my mother's friends was sexy as hell. When I still lived at home, my mom's friend approached me and we began a strictly physical relationship. It was great. She didn't go around telling everyone about our sex life like the younger girls did."
I nodded, growing more excited. And bolder.
"How about a white woman?"
He looked at me tentatively, hesitating.
"Have you ever been with one?"
After another pause, he replied, "No, but I always wondered what it would be like."
I swallowed, filled with anticipation. "I could arrange for you to have sex with one."
"Is that right? Someone specific?" His eyebrow raised with curiousity.
With my heart pounding in my ears, I took out my telephone and showed him some pictures. I could see he was getting excited by looking at the pictures. Then, his eyes moved at the pictures of my wife on my desk.
"Those pictures look a lot like the woman on your desk. Your wife..."
I admitted to him that the pictures were of my wife.
"Is she the one you want me to screw?"
