Damon was a handsome black guy in his mid thirties. He was always well-dressed and spoke in a well educated manner but underneath that suit and tie you could tell that he worked out regularly at the gym. Damon's smooth manner, quick smile combined with his natural reserved shyness made for a strong attraction with the ladies. I did not notice that Damon was at the cocktail party until I spotted him standing there chatting with my wife. I was making my way slowly back from the bathroom through the crowded room when I caught a glimpse of them.
I suddenly realized that my beautiful Filipina wife seemed quite engrossed in conversation with Damon. She appeared both flattered and delighted by this handsome black man's interest and attention. Jozel was a petite slender and very sexy Asian girl with marvellous long flowing black hair that reached down her back. She had been working as a nurse at the local hospital on a temporary visa when I had first met her. She was in mid twenties then and already divorced in her country. I instantly fell in love with her and after dating her for a couple of times I decided to marry her in spite of the age difference. My immigrant Asian girl seemed delighted at the idea. She admitted that she was desperate to stay on and work here and to carry on sending money to her family. She really needed a white husband and a Green Card.
We had been happily married for over two years now but last week she had caught me by surprise when she had shown me a photo off the internet of a young male model that she had printed off. She told me that she found him very attractive and wanted to hang the picture up on the bedroom wall. My initial reaction had been of astonishment and anger but as we discussed it I changed my mind and agreed. After all, I certainly enjoyed porn on the internet and there was nothing wrong in her fantasizing about other guys. On the contrary, I felt it might help spice up our fading love life.
That same evening our love making was very intense and satisfying. As Jozel assumed the doggie position and I began to move in and out of her hot wet and exotic sleeve, I caught her staring intensely at the picture of the naked young stud hanging up by the bed. I guessed that she was imagining being reamed by his young cock while I was thrusting in and out of her wet sleeve, fucking her like mad. I knew that she had been with more than her fair share of vigorous young bucks and that I knew that I should feel jealous angry and possessive. Instead, I only felt hard and aroused at the thought of those young hard cocks labouring at her soft tight pussy and filling her with their grateful cum. In fact, as I fucked her and watched her staring at the poster, I too imagined her fucking the man while I watched on and this only served to make me cum like crazy inside her. The fantasy of my wife cuckolding me was just that, a great fantasy. I knew that Jozel was far too loving and respectful of my wishes for her to take a lover behind my back and cheat on me, I thought with regret. But now as I watched Damon chatting up my lovely wife the thought was suddenly back there with strength, causing me an unexpected pang of jealousy and desire. What if I encouraged things along? "What if..." I found myself thinking with perverse enjoyment.
As I approached the flirting couple, I caught the gist of their conversation. Damon was asking her jokingly if she had tried using a strap on with her husband. Jozel had looked up at Damon with a coy little smile and asked:
"And what is a strap on?"
"It's a rubber cock that you wear to pleasure you and your husband." Damon had answered half-serious.
"Yes, it can also look dark and attractive like Damon's black cock." I interjected as I approached the couple.
Damon looked up and laughed amused and embarrassed while Jozel blushed with guilty shock and then desperately tried to hide her troubled feelings. Like a bull in the china shop, I thought proud of myself.
"I never..." She began but I interrupted her saying:
"I know but I'm sure you would like to get a glimpse of Damon's manly package, dear." She tried to hide her embarrassment but we both knew what she was thinking.
We joked and talked a bit to loosen up the mood and then I invited Damon back to the house, insisting as he protested that it was late. I sat on a chair leaving Jozel to sit beside Damon on the sofa. I could see that Jozel was relishing in the closeness and attention and her eyes seemed locked on Damon in rapture and desire. After I had served them both a couple of brandies I brought the conversation back to where we had left off, daring Damon to show my wife his package.
I saw my wife blush with nervous shock and aroused. Even as she began to object and he protested against my suggestion, I insisted, teasing and daring him. In the end we were all laughing and even Jozel reluctantly joined in trying to persuade the poor guy to pull down his pants and reveal all. Damon, seeing the way my wife was eying him hungrily and biting her lip with anticipation finally gave in to my pleas and demands and pulled down his pants with a big wide smile. To say he was well endowed would have been an understatement. An astonishingly long black cock popped out. It must have been a good ten inches and it was only half deployed!
Jozel's eyes went round with surprise and amazement and her jaw opened wide to let out a little involuntary cry. She put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to hide her shock and arousal. His hand took of the long tool and gently began to stroke it before our very own eyes. Jozel let out a nervous laugh but I could read the wanton lust and desire in her eyes as she eyed Damon's body and cock hungrily.
"Go on, make it hard for her." I encouraged.
He began to stroke the big black cock firmly now and it jerked and seemed to lurch forward, growing ever bigger like some weird scene in a film. Jozel gasped with intense excitement, arousal and enjoyment and I knew that she was fantasising imagining this well endowed man moving between her loins and having sex with this black god.
Eager to break down the barriers and my wife's inhibitions, I reached out and took her hand, forcing her to take hold of the cock and stroke it together with Damon. We both watched as her hand moved up and down the now fully deployed bone. Her tongue flicked over her lips nervously. Her eyes were wide and she sat there still staring at it as if in a trance, the arousal and astonishment at the dark clear in her expression. Although Damon was very shy and unsure, I could tell that he was tremendously aroused too and that with very little encouragement he would fuck my wife.
"Lay face down on the floor." I commanded.
As my wife reluctantly knelt down she began to protest that she did not want to do anything to hurt me or that later we would regret. Nevertheless she lay down flat on the floor before me, her eyes still fixed on the long black like a prey on a snake. I pulled up her short skirt and sliding down her panties instructed Damon to lay down on top of her. My wife blushed and protested more firmly saying that she did not want him in her but before she could change her mind or act I encouraged and directed Damon onto her back effectively pinning her down under his weight.
