Stephen Hartley's hand trembled, and he downed his rum and eggnog. It was Christmas Eve and his wife was being seduced by his new friend as they danced. He watched as Jerome cupped Carol's soft round ass in his big hands and pulled her close. Carol reached up, wrapped her arms around Jerome's neck, and kissed him passionately and Stephen felt his cock coming to life. For the first time in months, Stephen was getting an erection.
Except for his fading sex drive, the years had been kind to him. Although Stephen's hair had turned gray, it gave him an air of distinction, and he kept his body fit by faithfully working out at the gym. He was almost twelve years older than Carol, but he was still a handsome man.
Last year he had turned sixty and his sex drive had begun to wane. His wife was beautiful with a good figure and long chestnut brown hair, but she had turned quite prudish and their marriage had become predictable and boring. Once Stephen had bought Carol some sexy clothing but she had refused to wear it, saying she was getting too old for such nonsense. Desperate for a solution Stephen tried renting an adult video. Carol reluctantly agreed to watch the movie, which was about a young white housewife's torrid affair with a well-hung black man. The production was amateurish and did little to arouse Stephen but it had a surprising effect on his prim and proper wife. The movie's male porn star, a well-hung black with the unlikely name of Rod Dewer, had turned her on.
The next day Carol gave him a big surprise. She literally begged him to go to a sexshop and buy her a large lifelike black vibrator. Then she wanted Stephen to sit and watch as she pleasured herself with the vibrator, pretending it was Rod Dewer. He liked this change in Carol and was pleased she was able to have an orgasm, but he couldn't keep his erection. He wondered what it would be like to watch her fuck a real man.
Compounding his troubles, Stephen had been called into his boss's office and told he was being transferred from Boston to San Diego. When he told his wife they were moving she balked at the idea and broke down and wept. Christmas in Massachusetts had always been special to Carol and she told him she wanted a White Christmas, and San Diego was hardly her idea of a winter wonderland. Stephen felt terrible. He hated to disappoint her but he had no choice, the move was essential for his career.
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Stephen and his wife arrived in San Diego just two short weeks ago. They had had been moving the last of their belongings into their new home when he had accidentally tripped, breaking Carol's favorite vase. She had become angry and flown into a rage. After they had a huge argument, he stormed out of the apartment and left her to finish unpacking. To give her time to calm down he went off to find a local fitness center and soak his aching muscles in the gym's hot tub.
Stephen was happy he was the tub's only occupant but as he lay there relaxing in the soothing bubbles, he saw a very tall handsome black man wearing a tight white Speedo come out of the men's shower area and head his way. Stephen felt his heart racing. He had never been attracted to a man before but the young giant had a powerful air of sensuality about him and Stephen felt his balls involuntarily tighten. He couldn't help thinking that the young coffee colored Adonis would be a perfect replacement for Laura's vibrator.
As if he could read Stephen's mind, the man came and sat next to him and struck up a conversation.
"Hey man, how ya doin? They sure do keep it hot in here, eh?"
"Yes, it is very hot," Stephen replied nervously. "but it sure does feel good."
"Yeah, it's nice but you know I hate the piped music they pump into this place. They could use a brother to give it some soul. I'll tell you what though; I sure wouldn't mind having a tub like this in my apartment. It would be a big help to get the ladies!"
The young black had massive shoulders and well toned biceps and although Stephen was generally quite shy, the man was easy to talk to. Remembering Carol's new penchant for big black males Stephen decided he would take advantage of the situation,
"You sure don't look like you'd need any help in that department," he said.
"That's easy for you to say buddy. You're wearing a wedding ring, so you've probably forgotten what it's like to be a bachelor. Being single isn't all it's cracked up to be. Girls nowadays can be real bimbos, and it sure would be nice to have a decent meal for a change. I get so tired of eating out. I'd give anything to have a real woman that can cook and fuck. I envy you, at least when you're married you get decent meals and steady tail."
"Yes, that's true," he said. "but lately all I've been getting is the good meals. My wife is a great cook but my age is catching up to me. I'd give anything to be young and virile like you. If only I had a body like yours I'd be able to give her the kind of Christmas she needs."
The young black's voice took on a sympathetic tone.
"Hey man, don't feel bad, shit happens. If you need a hand with her, I'd be glad to help you out," he joked.
Stephen sensed an opportunity and played along with his joke.
"Well I wouldn't mind that but I don't know how she would feel about it," Stephen said quietly, averting his eyes. There was a short, uncomfortable pause then he blurted out "but I bet she'd love to cook you a meal. Carol likes to show off in the kitchen."
"It sounds like you have a fine lady. I hope I get to meet her," the man said suggestively.
He stuck out a giant hand and introduced himself. "My name's Jerome Jefferson. I haven't seen you in the gym before. Are you new in the area?"
"I'm Stephen, Stephen Curtis. I was just transferred here from Boston. My wife and I just moved into Shelburne Place, that new apartment over on Madison."
"Well, how about that," the man said. "You know, we're practically neighbors, I'm living in the Fulford Arms, just down the street from there."
With that, he hauled himself up until he was sitting on the edge of the tub with his legs dangling in the water and looked directly at Stephen. Stephen couldn't believe his brazenness, and tried his best not to stare at Jerome's bulging crotch. He must work out a lot he thought, noticing his rippling muscles. Suddenly Steven lost his nerve and his shyness returned. He mumbled a hasty excuse about having to go and made a quick exit to the change room.
He was just finishing tying his shoes, when Jerome followed him in and came over to where he was sitting.
"Well look at that," he said, "another coincidence; you took the locker right next to mine. I'm glad I caught you before you left."
Jerome nonchalantly stepped out of his Speedo. He stood there with his giant cock hanging right in front of Stephen's face. Although it wasn't hard, Stephen thought it had to be at least ten inches long. It was hard not to stare at Jerome's buff body as he changed into his street clothes. Jerome picked up the conversation where they had left off.
"Seriously man, I meant what I said about meeting your wife. I hope I'm not coming on too strong, but I'd be more than happy to show you guys a good time. I know how lonely it can be not knowing anybody in a strange city. Say, your wife's not prejudiced, is she?"
"No, of course not." Stephen replied. "Actually, when we first met Carol loved rhythm and blues. She liked to dance but it's been years since we did anything like that. Unfortunately," he added, "I have two left feet."
Stephen realized he might never have another chance and threw caution to the wind.
