We were talking about places we had wanted to go see, and the conversation morphed into what you had always wanted to do but hadn't had the chance. I said I had always wanted to go hang gliding, and she said she had always had the yen to learn to mountain climb. I then said I had wanted to learn to fly but never had the time to learn. Claire then said she had wanted to learn to juggle, but never took the time to learn.
We talked about Greece, Peru, the Virgin Islands, and she said Iceland had always drawn her for some reason. We were starting to make love when she stopped, holding my erection in her, looked me in the eye, and said, "You know what I have always wondered about, always kind of wanted to do." She then laughed and said I'd hate her, that it was silly, and I said I wouldn't, she grinned, then burst out laughing. "What I have always secretly dreamed of is having sex with a black guy with a huge horse cock," she said blowing me out of the water with her shocking admission.
I was flabbergasted by my wife's shameless declaration of secretly desiring sex with someone else, especially a black dude with a monster cock. I just had no idea. I never even dreamed she would want that, or anything like that, but the more I thought about it the better it sounded.
I began to fantasize about her fucking some brother with a colossal-sized cock, and I even would picture the huge erection driving into her sweet little white pussy, jarring her body with each massive thrust into her, rocking her completely as they fucked. My wholesome little bride wanted to fuck another man. I could not believe it, but more I was amazed that she'd tell me.
I asked her about it the next night, and she blushed again and said she was only being silly. "But you are curious, right?" I asked, kissing her to reassure her that I could handle it, which I wasn't convinced of myself.
Finally, once again she admitted it, telling me quietly that she had just wondered about it, had always kind of privately thought about what it would be like to fuck a black guy. "It's not a big deal," she said sheepishly. "I just think about it now and then."
That is when the thought came to me. "Maybe we can make that happen," I said, not really knowing how serious I was but more aroused by the idea than I expected. As I thought about it I began to get turned on by the idea of her being with an African American with a horse-sized cock between his legs. We had talked about places we would like to go and had considered trying to fulfill those dreams, why not a sexual yearning?
I began thinking of ways to make it all happen. I thought of one of my friends who was a real physical specimen with feet as large as small boats. I was sure he would fit the bill. I was also sure he would love the assignment. Fuck my wife? He would love to, would jump at the chance i was sure. I had been told he liked fucking white women because they were so grateful, so appreciative of a good fuck, a big dick and a chance to fulfill a dream. I was pretty sure many other white women had secret cravings for black adventure. It most likely was not only my wife.
I decided right then to put it to him straight, ask him right out if he would consider doing a favor for a friend by fucking the friend's wife. I wondered if she would go for it. Would she violate her vows to find out if fucking black was as good as it was rumored to be. Could being fucked by a black snake turn her into a convert? Would she ever want to 'go back' to the humdrum white needle-dicks of Caucasian fucking? It was a risk, pf course, but maybe I owed it to her. I at least wanted to give her the choice.
When I finally talked to Jeremy, he saw right through my pretense, the 'knowing a friend who' ruse, and he said, "Your lady wants to fornicate with a brother, huh?" He had a wide, knowing smile. I admitted that it was true and I had wondered if he would help me out.