Hello! My name is Alex and at the time of writing this story I am 47 years old. As everyone else does, I thought I should describe myself, I am 5' 11", medium to large build black hair and green eyes. I have been divorced once and I am now married to Kirsty. Kirsty is of Southeastern Asian descent and is 10 years my junior. She would not agree, but I think she looks very sexy, she has a slight stomach but wears it well. She is 5' 3" and is around 140ibs with 34b boobs which have grown slightly since I have known her.
Kirsty is very shy and trying to get her to do anything out of the ordinary sexually is hard work. I have often fantasised about her fucking with other men, especially a black man, however, I would want to be present, I must set it up and I am not keen on humiliation or eating creampie.
Early on in our relationship we used to play with her being tied up, however, recently this has not happened, especially since we have been married. Kirsty did and still has submissive tendencies, this is important to know as this story progresses. One day, again during the early stages of our relationship we got on to talking about black men, I asked if Kirsty had any contact with one to which she said no, however, she did say that black men had nice bodies.
We had just received some money from an old employer of mine who decided to settle a claim I brought against them. Therefore, it was in late July that we headed off to Bali. Kirsty had stopped drinking alcohol, however, since we were on holiday she decided she would like one or two drinks. As you can imagine, Kirsty got drunk quite quickly and we were then talking about things in a bar when she said to tell her about my top fantasy. I asked if she was sure that she wanted me to say it, she replied that she knew it would be about her sleeping with another guy as I had apparently admitted that to her while very drunk one night; if only I had remembered. So I told her that I would like to set up and see her with a black man before reclaiming her for myself after he had gone. Kirsty said that as we were on holiday she was interested and she had bought the little skimpy dress that I had brought her from the UK.
So we went back to our hotel room and discussed it more and had the best session of sex ever, we were both so turned on. We made a promise to each other that this fantasy that had become both of ours, would be turned into reality the following night.
Even though we were on holiday that day dragged out with both of us having apprehensive excitement for that evening. We spoke about the night a bit and both agreed that if nothing happened that would be fine. We had a light meal and evening was here at last. Kirsty went to the bathroom and got ready wearing a spaghetti strap, black, tight, short dress with no bra, a thong and high heels. I had to use all of my willpower not to jump her there and then. Unusually for Kirsty, she was showing her shoulders and cleavage.
Kirsty then kissed me and said it was my fantasy, asking what would I like to happen? I asked if she wanted the "no holes barred" version, to which she said yes. She was obviously getting off on the submissive nature of me asking her to do this. I said I wanted her to go into a bar, I would be watching. I wanted her to get picked up by someone attractive to her, if he was black even better. I then said that I wanted her to be completely submissive to him.
When dancing she was only allowed to put her arms around his neck, he was allowed to touch her and feel her wherever he wanted and that kissing was definitely okay. Kirsty said that all of that was ok, she then asked if everything goes well how do we get him back to our room with me there. This being my fantasy of many years I had this all worked out. I said that when she was either sure she wanted to go through with this or sure she wanted to stop she should excuse herself to the bathrooms where I would meet her. If she wanted to leave at this point she could, however, if she wanted to go through with this I would give her a card to give to the man and we would leave together and wait for him. Kirsty agreed to all of this and we headed off to the bar.
When I entered the bar, I realised it was more like a club really, Kirsty was there and was chatting to a man already, he was at least 6' 4" and obviously worked out. Kirsty was smiling, giggling and touching his arms as they spoke. I could tell she was getting a little drunk.