My wife and I share this fantasy of having threesome with a black guy.
My name is Al and my wife's name is Lily.
Lily is a pretty woman, she is 42 years old but she looks like 36, she's slim athletic woman. Last year when we were in an Italian wedding, two young Italian ladies unknown to us approached our table and complemented her beauty.. She is that pretty. She has fair skin, brown hair and black eyes. She is 170 cm in height and 60kg in weight.
While I am 46 years old, 172 cm in height, 72 kg in weight with olive color skin. We both native middle Eastern live since 20 years in the UK. We speak Arabic, good English and I speak little Italian.
Lily and I met when she was 20 and I was 24 and we are madly in love still. I was her first ever sex partner. We got married after 4 years of dating. Right around the period of our marriage, we have developed few fantasies and sexual dreams, mainly having a threesome with a friend of mine (with whom I had a brief bisexual encounter in my teen unknown to my wife) or having threesome with a black guy, but, we never tried to realize any of our sexual fantasies. It remained as sex time stories.
Last summer, as in many recent summers, we flew to Italy for one month where we rented a small flat. We usually spend our summer holidays in the small town of Viareggio in Tuscany.
Viareggio is famous for its 100's of nice Coffee Shops, restaurants, Italian bars and the beautiful sandy beach that stretches for miles and miles. The town get very crowded during summer with tourists from all around Europe.
As our apartment is located in the town's famous Roma Ave., we have favorited a nice nearby Coffee Shop in which we take our midday Italian espresso before hitting the nearby beach, we also spend some of the evenings there for their famous Italian aperitivo.
This year, we have noticed that in this same Coffee Shop, there is a new tall black Senegalese guy. He is dark black nice looking man. Lily noticed that he's wearing a diamond earring on his right ear. He looks in his early 30's.
We assumed that most probably the earring is a sexual preference statement as it's somehow customary in Italy for guy people to do just that.
We started joking about it saying that, "When we found a nice black guy he turned out to be gay." While Lily laughed trying to visualize where she would fit in such sexual scene if I were to fuck the guy in his ass.
While he was serving our table, I started joking with him just to tease my wife and mainly to prepare her for yet another night of sexual fantasies. He seems to speak little English.
"Is this a sexual preference earring?" I asked.
He explained in fair Italian, "No, it isn't. People around here always ask me if this is a gay earring."
"Hmmm... that is interesting," I thought with myself.
While talking to him, I noticed that my dick got hard and I also noticed that my wife's beautiful cheek flushed red.
We had couple of drinks and hanged around the rest of the evening joking about this black waiter.
Before retiring to our flat I surprised Lily when i said, "Listen darling, my dick is so hard," and I let her touch my cock beneath the table. "Just the idea of having threesome with this guy makes my cock that hard. We are here in a holiday, no one knows us, let's try to realize one of our erotic fantasies. Go to the guy and invite him for a dinner tomorrow night in our flat. Just a dinner.
She was taken by surprise hearing me talking for the first time in our marriage about our famous fantasy in such a realistic manner. Her face blushed again and she shied her face away for few second, trying to gather some courage, I assumed.
"I will not take part in any initiative," she said. "He is gay and if you want you can go and talk to him."
"No, no, no, we've just established that he isn't gay, so, for me going to him and ask him to come for a dinner will be very awkward. While you can go and invite him, after all you are only inviting a man for a dinner in our house, not a big deal so far." I replied.
It took me lots of effort trying to convince her to go and invite the guy.
After half an hour of persuasion and with a shy smile, and without looking toward me, she said "Listen, I don't feel I can flirt with a man in front of you, so, I promise I will come tomorrow morning and buy some breakfast bakery and will give him our address and ask him to come over for dinner."
I settled for this suggestion because I knew that she is making an extra effort trying to go along with my wish. I got even harder for the rest of the walk to our flat. That evening we fucked like our very first time, very passionate with lots of dirty talk of what we will do if we succeed to bring this guy tomorrow.
Her sexual fantasy that night was to meet this guy on the doorstep of our flat and give him a deep and long French kiss before going down on him to suck his dick and balls, making his dick rock hard. Then she would get nude and climb the sofa facing the backrest while exposing her pink hole for him to take her from the back so that he can calm down his exploding sucked cock... I came promptly just listening to her.
The next day, my wife left the apartment early, I was still in bed when she left, but I couldn't help not to notice that she wore white strapless top and beige shorts. A big deviation from her everyday t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
I immediately left the bed, washed up and waited for her to return with the news. She usually takes about 45 minutes to make the morning shops' tour, to buy our morning breakfast and to bring some other items we might need for lunch in the beach later in the afternoon.
One hour and a half past before I heard the key hit the flat front door. Lily entered the flat with 2 shopping bags and a look in her face that I never saw before. She drop the bags and ran to me, she held me and kissed me a long deep kiss.
When we finish kissing I asked, "What? What happened? Why you look so nervous?"
She replied with a shy look on her face, "I've never did something like this ever in my life. I went to the Coffee Shop as I promised and I bought some bakery, when he was handing over the things to me I hold on to couple of his fingers and looked him in the face and I told him; will you accept my invitation for a dinner in our house tonight?
She continued out of breath , "He smiled and answered without hesitation; of course. You know he even remembered our last night encounter and he concluded that he will be available after 9 tonight."
I notice that she was holding to me firmly as if she doesn't want let go of me, she added, "The blood rushed into my head for doing what I did, specially when I handed him a piece of paper I prepared with our flat's address. We agreed that he will be here around 9:15."
"Then why you delay that much?" I asked.
"I had to stay around the coffee shop for about 45 minutes trying to encourage myself to do what I was about to do," She answered. "Please kiss me. Kiss me as if you want to delete this sin I just made."
I wasn't faithful to my wife over the period of few years of our marriage, I had sexual encounters with other women, particularly with two Italian women. Most of these experiences took place when we were living apart in two different countries. I had to spend many weeks and months away from home. However, I firmly believe that my wife was faithful to me throughout our marriage. Of course no husband can be hundred percent sure of that, but, I am sure enough that if she had anything outside our marriage, then, it would be something very insignificant.
