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The next morning I woke to Donna's warm mouth on my cock. The covers were off me and around her shoulders as she lay between my legs, propped on her elbows. She held my hard dick to her mouth and her fingers caressed my shaft. She alternated using her tongue and lips to pleasure me from crown to balls. I smiled upon recognizing what was happening and wondered if she was craving black cock or white.
I propped myself up on my own elbows and said "good morning." Donna paused and said "good morning" back to me. "It feels really good," I said.
"I'm glad it feels good. After last night, I wanted to do this for you," she said and resumed her mouthing on my cock. We maintained eye contact until she moved her head in position to swallow my cock whole and I lay back against my pillow and closed my eyes.
I decided I would try not to bring up the black cock fantasy for now unless she did. I was very curious to find out because last night's spontaneity and honesty resulted in the best sex we've had in a long time. But, if that were a one time event to get me over my erection problem, that was okay by me. That problem was the result of a bad reaction to the blood pressure medicine I was on. It was humiliating to not be able to get it up and stay hard for her. She was very supportive of me and even though I got off the medicine and onto something better, I still had the mental anguish for months. I was afraid to try. I'm glad that's over with. Sex is one of the joys of living after all.
I love my wife more than anything, including my own self respect. She's stuck by me through thick and thin and if she wants black cock fantasy from now on I will certainly support her. It was very hot for me to role play that with her. So much in fact, I found my mind drifting back to last night in search of the lustful thoughts that gave us such mutual pleasure.
Donna's blow job was slow and soothing. She seemed contented the longer she spent teasing my cock and balls with her lips, tongue and fingers. When she slowly sucked my cock down her throat and then withdrew in the same manner, I moaned my contentment and reached down to put my hands on her head.
She responded favorably to my hands, allowing me to control her movement. I lifted her head off my cock and pulled her up to face me. I kissed her full on the mouth and tasted my cock on her breath. She kissed me back with great passion and we fell back against the pillows together. I rolled her over and got between her legs as she willingly opened up to me. Her pussy was a warm wet pond and I dove in cock first, penetrating all the way to the base of my cock. Donna moaned beneath me. Her guttural sounds made my dick harder as I began to saw it in and out of her. I was not feeling like I needed to be black or white in that moment but rather just a man intent on pleasuring his wife.
In the days and weeks that followed my relationship with Donna grew stronger and more fulfilling for both of us. We flirted with one another every chance we got, making it seem to others like we were still on our honey-moon. It was like we were falling in love all over again. And, the sex was fantastic. I was performing without fear of erection failure and Donna was becoming the wanton lover of my dreams.
One day we met for lunch and the mood just struck both of us while eating our Chicken Cobb Salads in a corner booth. Donna made the first move by taking my left hand and kissing the tip of my index finger. Her glossy lips parted and she sucked my finger into her mouth. She made it look as though she were giving head to a real cock and as I watched her, she occasionally flashed her beautiful eyes my way. I let down my guard and became lost in the lust as Donna wet my finger in her warm mouth. Her eyes cast toward me and then around me and every time we made eye contact again I felt my inhibitions fade.
After her eyes darted upward and over my shoulder a few times, I figured someone might be standing behind us, watching. I was rock hard and so turned on with her spontaneity that I feared she would stop if I turned to look. I didn't want her to stop. Her mouth was working magic on my finger, and my neural network was delivering sexual messages straight to my cock. To say I was hard is an understatement. I was rock hard and wanting to touch her and return the favor. I wanted to kiss her neck and trace my wet finger down the front of her body, lingering at all the places I knew gave her pleasure. While Donna's glances went from my finger to the open space beyond me, it dawned on me that she was performing for someone besides me. I suppose this suspicion should have made me angry but it didn't. Instead I was even more turned on and since no one was stopping us, I put my right hand on Donna's left thigh and caressed her there.
A tray of dishes crashed to the floor and I turned to see only an attractive black man with pen and notebook in hand, standing in silence ready to take our order. He was tall, young and muscular under his white shirt and black bow tie. I looked at Donna. To my amazement, she was still busy with my finger, only now licking along the length while looking at him.
My heart beat faster as I watched my wife seduce our young waiter. His name tag said Reggie and he appeared willing to remain watching. We watched her in unison as she dropped my finger from her mouth and moved it over her chest. I knew the wondrous breasts that lay waiting beneath her clothing. She held my finger and drew imaginary circles that outlined her breasts for him. Then she dropped my hand altogether and looked at Reggie.
"We're ready for the sex. I mean check," she said and giggled. In her moment of laughter, she was radiant and sexy.
After Reggie left to get our check, Donna grabbed my shirt and pulled us closer to one another. The look on her face was sheer excitement and I felt my own adrenalin surging as she said "he wants to fuck me."
"So do I."
"I want to have sex with him," she said. Her confession took me by surprise. Fantasy role play was one thing but this was entirely another. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes. Please don't be mad. It's probably just the heat of the moment, but I can't help it."
"I'll be honest Donna. That idea turns me on and frightens me. I just wouldn't want to lose you. Can we talk about this more at home?"
"Yes darling and I definitely want to resume our play together too."
"Okay," I said and smiled.
When Reggie returned with the check, Donna excused herself and exited the other side of the booth. As she slipped out, Reggie offered his hand and helped her up. After she left, Reggie said to me "Is she your wife?"
"Yes she is. She's hot isn't she?"
"Yes sir, she sure is. You're a lucky man," he said.
"You seem like a nice guy Reggie. Do you have a girl friend of your own?"
"Nah, but I do okay," he laughed.
I tipped him $50 for a $30 meal and said "your discretion is appreciated, Reggie."
"Absolutely," he said.
"Then you can expect us to return and we'll expect you to be our waiter," I said. "But, I can't promise any repeat performances. Now, excuse me, I need to run."
All afternoon I sat in my office contemplating my relationship with Donna, my feelings for her, and our marriage as well as potential consequences of the direction we were taking. What started with role play between us was quickly moving on to Donna having real sexual relations with another man. And a black man at that. Talk about "be careful what you wish for," this could really happen.
Still, it was exciting to see my wife actively entertain another man, seducing him with her sweet mischief. She seemed so at ease performing for him and then for me to learn that he was also black made it even hotter. There was simply no other explanation for what happened. My wife enjoyed our black on white role play more than I thought and now she apparently wanted to take it further.
I wondered how long she had been feeling this way, how far she wanted to go and how far I was willing to let it happen. How do I fit into this scenario? Am I an observer, a participant, or God forbid waiting at home for her to return from a hot night out?
What attributes besides black and cock size did she desire? Had she found any possible men yet? Was Reggie a consideration? Would she actually go on a date with him? Would she kiss him and go to bed with him? He was certainly black, attractive, very well-mannered and interested according to Donna. Perhaps he would be a good first choice.
I thought of so many questions and possible responses as I sat in my chair and looked out the window. I stroked my fingers over my trousers and felt the outline that my cock made against the fabric as I imagined Donna and me play out different scenarios. When, I came to the question 'How would we know if we had gone too far and our marriage suffers?' I didn't have an answer. This last thought had a sobering effect on me and I decided to go home early.
****** On his drive home after the lunch shift, Reggie thought about the couple that he waited on in the restaurant. They were not like any other couples he'd seen in the corner booth before. When he approached their table he couldn't help but notice the woman's eyes on him as she kissed and sucked her husband's finger. He saw a hunger in her and it wasn't for the food on her plate. It seemed to him as he watched her that she was watching him, too. Like they had made a connection and the chemistry was right even if risky. He knew if the gentleman didn't react well to the fact that his wife was seductively flirting with the black waiter that he might get fired but he was glad that he watched in silence. And the best part was not only was there no trouble but Reggie got a fat $50 tip too.
Normally, Reggie went home to work on his business plan. He wanted to open a fitness club and needed to get his loan request paperwork in order. He already identified the perfect location and a friend would sell him equipment at a huge discount. But today, that work would have to wait. Reggie was just too turned on to think. Instead, he reached for his cell phone and dialed the number at the top of his new favorite list.
Reggie was quite aware that God had provided him with qualities that beautiful white women desired in a man. First off, he was charismatic, handsome and black. Second, he was young and athletic, reasonably intelligent and goal oriented such that he could explain his life's ambitions in order to carry on a decent non-sexual conversation with anyone, but especially women. And, third, he was hung.
The other thing Reggie excels at is keeping his mouth shut. He does not boast to anyone about his sexual conquests. This is often a comforting matter to women who cheat on their husbands with him. He knows the adage "the squeaky wheel gets the grease" but he seldom complains or blames others for situations he finds himself in. He does enjoy the personal intimacy attention he receives from women and more often than not, the longer a woman remains in his presence, the more vulnerable and horny she becomes.
