She Asks For A Black Christmas

I asked Claire what she wanted Santa to bring her for Christmas and she got that usual frisky look on her face and laughed, saying to tell him she needed a moisturizer--it was marked in the brochure she handed me--shoes she had picked out and were marked with style and size in the Macy's catalog, and she held her hand flat above her head horizontal to the floor about a foot above her.

"And something about this tall and named Julian," she said with her usual naughty grin. She was always incredibly candid and had a witty answer for every question. "His email address is on the pad by the phone and he is available every night except Friday and Wednesday," she said. "He comes in my size and I have already tried him on."

"Could we get delivery by Christmas?" I asked, going along with her silly request, and I was absolutely certain she was completely serious. We had always been totally honest with one another, and I knew she had a preference for dark meat, and I don't mean turkey. We had an agreement about her sex life and my heart rate increased at the idea of her with this Julian person.

In college she had dated some basketball players and most of them had Caribbean roots. She liked them tall, with big hands and feet, and the darker the better. I had accepted the fact early on, even been pleased by it, and I was pretty sure she hadn't changed her preference. As I said, we had an agreement about sex, if it didn't interfere with a family function or our own mating, then it was okay. Even better than okay, it was perfectly acceptable and even encouraged. We had a good sex life, but she liked variety, and I did my best to accommodate her sexual needs.

She always told me that her "men" should be tall, wear over a size ten shoe, and be quick on their feet. That left me out on all accounts. I am five feet nine, wear a size eight and a half, and am slower than five o'clock traffic, and I am a committed watcher. Why we're together still puzzles me, but I guess it is my movie star personality. I think she likes an ordinary man as a back up, as a steady diet, and with an occasional feast at a Michelin restaurant. Too much steak will ruin your expectations for a fine meal on those special occasions when you have the opportunity to sit in front of a four course holiday dinner and revel in it. You could get too used to it, and not be able to appreciate it for the wonderful treat it really was.

Anyway, that's my take on it. She settles for me because she can't afford dining on chateaubriand every night. It probably is just that simple. However, when I asked her about it she just smiles and kisses me, and when I asked what she wanted for Christmas she didn't beat around any bush. That is how she is. You ask her a question, you get a straight answer. Not the one you may want, but the one that's in her head.

We are, however, perfectly matched because she is an exhibitionist extraordinaire, and I am a committed voyeur. So, it is not a dilemma. I will give her Julian on a silver plater. I will arrange for my wife to fuck her dream lover for Christmas and be happy to. I have always given her everything she wanted, especially when it comes to sex.

I copied the email address from the pad by the phone, sent a message to this Julian, and proposed a rendezvous with him for her Christmas 'present.' I picked a day, asked him to contact me if he was interested, and sent it off. Of course he was interested. The answer came back in an hour.

"Yes. Very interested. Will do her properly. Eager to hear from you. Julian," it read. I sent a return e-letter and gave him three dates to choose from. His answer came back immediately saying January 10 would be best, but any of them would do.

Then I told her to save the day and a knowing expression filled her face. "It won't be wrapped, but it will be what you wanted," I said. She kissed me, like she does when she gets her way and her face began to flush.

Knowing I am a complete voyeur she assumed I wanted to watch. "But of course I would," I said. I do love to watch, and the sight of a dick disappearing into my wife's pussy sends me to heaven. If it is black, I like it even more. If it is huge I am ecstatic, and if he feeds her his cum, I love the sight.

"I will ask Julian," she said. His email came back immediately.

"Bring yourself and all of your friends," he wrote. "I will fuck your wife in Sofi Stadium or on your front lawn in front of you and all your neighbors. It is up to you. Until then," he replied in his email.

I handed her my iPad with his reply and she grinned. "So, you get to watch. I know you like that." Then she kissed me with passion.

"All my friends?" I said. "There is a thought." I had watched her with maybe ten or eleven men, most of them black, all of them well-endowed, and everyone of them willing to fuck her in front of me. Every one of them was eager to show me how well they would fuck my wife, and each of them had fucked her, ate her, and then came in her mouth, which she loved.

When Julian came to the house, I was as excited as a whore at a firemen's convention. He was huge, quite dark, and after he undressed I could see God was good to him in the male member department. He began getting erect even before he had her clothes off, and he must have been close to eight inches only semi-hard.

He began by eating her with her on her back, looking down at him between her spread thighs, and he had one hand holding each of her legs apart. I thought about the first time I watched her. That was with Marco. He was the center on the basketball team. He was nearly seven feet tall, and he had a penis the size of an anaconda. I had told her during our first year dating that I was a "watcher" and she said that was great because she loved to be watched, that she got hotter with an audience. It was a marriage made in heaven, at least for me.

I began understanding my penchant for voyeurism when I realized I liked porn as much as fucking. I had a few girlfriends, but my best girls were in BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR and LINDA LOVELACE. Nothing compared to seeing a porn star getting reamed by a long tongue or a giant cock. I had a collection, and still do, of over three hundred films of every cocksucker in the San Fernando Valley.

After watching her with Marco, I knew we were made for each other. She loved his cock and I loved watching it, especially when it was penetrating her lovely box, pushing into her repeatedly as far as it would go, although he never went in more than half the way. She would say it was the best half of cock she'd ever had.

The second time I watched her it was with the team forward and the point guard, and they doubled her with one in her pussy while the other was pushing into her sweet little ass. I was euphoric, as hard as I had ever been, and it was as good as seeing Linda Lovelace take her nine inch buddy in living color. Casey was the guard and Jeremy was the forward. One was white and the other was black as coal. The one doing her pussy wore a condom, while the back door man went without a raincoat. They switched after each had come and Casey put on a condom to fuck her pussy. I was in rapture watching the two of them fuck her at the same time. She was on her knees over the man in her pussy, while the other took her from behind as her ass was held in the air from the position she was in with the first fellow on his back with his cock pushing into her from below.

One thing I liked about Julian was that he admired her nakedness before they did anything else. He held her out away from him and looked her up and down, savoring the sight of her like a man admiring a painting at arms length. He seemed like an art critic, evaluating a piece of art with practiced expertise. Julian then took her to the sofa and ate her with a hand on each of her inner legs. One of her knees was against the back of the couch and the other one flat out to the side. He did her, appropriately, next to the Christmas tree in our living room, like a Christmas present should be.

As I watched him I thought about the first time I saw her eaten by another guy. He was our pool man and he had done her while I was at work after he had cleaned our pool. His name was Armand and she had told me about him and asked if I wanted to see them together. Of course I did, and he came on the next Saturday so I could be there and he fucked her next to the pool on the chaise lounge. After he fucked her, he ate her sloppy pussy as he knelt on a pad in front of the lounge chair. His body was between her legs and she looked down at him as he ate her, his head moving up and down as he licked and sucked her snatch, his tongue working like a new flute.

Her legs were spread wide, each foot on the deck next to her chair, and Armand had his face plastered against her splayed and swollen pussy lips, his tongue working busily up and down her slit. I was sitting in the jacuzzi watching as he ate her, water up to my neck, rapt from the sexy scene in front of me. He had a finger inserted in her while he rapidly moved his head up and down as he held her labia in his lips and fingered her at the same time. It was the first time I had seen her squirt and was thrilled to see the geyser suddenly shoot out of her pussy as she came. She held him away for a while a few seconds later, as the sensitivity subsided and he waited patiently, kissing her wet snatch occasionally as she came off the intense climax he had given her.

When he was able to touch her, he began sucking and licking her pussy with long and lingering licks up and down her sex, tasting her wetness and swallowing all he could. He was the consummate pussy eater and I learned a lot from watching him pleasure her honeypot that day with his talented tongue and lips.

When Julian began pushing into her I thought about the last man I watched fuck her. He was a local fireman she had met at a school fire prevention assembly at the school where she teaches. They began talking and he made a pass at her and she flirted back. They then made plans to meet and she invited me to watch. He was a fireman, which she liked. He was muscular, which she loved, and he was black, which she preferred.

His name was Devonte and he was from New Orleans and he had the longest dick I had ever seen, even on all the porn sites I had seen featuring men with big dicks. She fucked him cowgirl, bouncing over him like a wild woman on a bucking bronco. It was the best position for them, because it allowed her to take as much as she could and to control the depth. I was as excited as I had ever been and that was really saying something because by then I had seen her be eaten, fucked by two men at one time, and I had seen her swallow enough cum to float a sailboat.

After Julian ate her to two orgasms that even shook the knickknacks on the shelves, he moved up and inserted as much of himself as he could into her and proceeded to pound into my wife for nearly thirty minutes until she came with an eruption that certainly would have been picked up on the Richter Scale. I watched her collapse on him like a building demolished by dynamite and drape over him like a wet rag on a stairway.

She had asked for him for Christmas, had researched his availability, and found his email, putting it on a pad near the phone. I could not deny her and I was as pleased at being able to watch them as she was to be able to fuck him. I was spent, happy, and glad to be able to give us both what we wanted. She got to fuck a black stallion and I got to see it.

Julian will not be the only black man she fucks in the future, and he certainly won't be the last. I plan to see her do as many as she wants for as long as she can find one she hopes to feel inside of her or having his tongue work miracles on her pussy. Julian ate her in our bed, fucked her on the couch in our living room, and did her from behind on the floor looking out our living room window at the cars driving by in front of our house.

After he had eaten and fucked her, they stood at the door as I watched from the kitchen doorway while they kissed and fondled one another. He put both hands under her bottom and lifted her off the floor. In a while she walked with him to his car, stood kissing him through the driver's side window while a few of the neighbors watched from behind their parted blinds. I know many of them know about my passion for watching my wife with other men, and knew many of them were black. I don't know what they thought about it, probably were scandalized, but I really don't care. I love to see fucking, and she is my favorite person to watch, so whatever they think means nothing to me. I am a voyeur and happy with that. She fucks, I watch. It is as simple as that. Sex is not the only thing that should keep a marriage together, and we have found a great alternative to fidelity. She likes black and I doubt she will ever go back, premaritally.