Chapter One: Her Birthday
"Can I take off the blindfold yet?" she asked for the umpteenth time.
"Not yet," I answered, a little impatiently. "I will tell you when you can take it off!"
She pouted but let me lead her through the door. I positioned her at the foot of the bed, made certain she was steady, and stepped back.
"Okay," I said. "Now."
My wife reached up and pulled the blindfold away... and saw the mostly naked black man lying on our bed. She looked around for me.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Your birthday gift," I said, settling down on the futon across from our bed.
She glanced back at him and I could tell she was taking him in. His head was shaved bald and his handsome face sported a small goatee. His naked torso was well muscled without being TOO ripped, and his long athletic legs ended at a firmly sculpted ass barely covered by the boxer-briefs he wore. Her gaze lingered on the prodigious bulge in the front of his shorts.
"You're not serious."
"Totally. He's been instructed not to speak, and to respond to your every whim," I grinned. "He's all yours."
I could tell she was torn. I knew her fidelity to me was important, but since I didn't seem to have an apparent problem with her messing around with this guy, she was at war.
"What's the catch?" she asks, looking at me. I grin sheepishly and hold up the hand held camera.
"I get to film it for posterity."
My wife had never wanted to be filmed fucking me, but I hoped the prospect of giant black dick would entice her. She removed her flannel shirt, revealing the tight red tank top that barely managed to contain her pert, 34B breasts.
Apparently my gamble paid off.
I switched the camera on and captured her slowly removing her clothes; shimmying out of her tight jeans, taking her panties with them, revealing her neatly trimmed snatch.... The man on our bed had rolled onto his back and was rubbing his crotch as he watched my wife undress.
She slipped off her tank top and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the ground. My wife had a slim, athletic build, with rounded perky breasts, slender waist and large ass... she was beautiful. Without a word she moved to the bed and reached down to grasp the black man's waistband. He allowed her to slip the tight-fitting boxer-briefs off, and smiled as she gasped at the sight of his huge, semi-hard cock.
"Its twelve inches long and three inches wide at its hardest," I informed her. She glanced at me with wide eyes.
"It will never fit!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, I think you'll find he'll make it fit," I replied. The dark man grabbed her from behind and easily pulled her to the bed, in a forceful but gentle fashion that I knew turned my wife on. He didn't kiss her lips (another condition of our agreement) but nibbled her neck and earlobes, meanwhile his large hands cupped her firm tits. My wife bit her lip to keep from moaning, but soon she let one out, and then it was all down hill from there.
The black man worked his way down her lean body and was soon licking and sucking on her nipples, occasionally biting them and making my wife squeal. His right hand worked its way between her legs and began massaging her clit. My wife was fit to be tied, squirming, trying to force his thick fingers inside her tight cooch.
Her hands strayed all over his smooth skin and muscular body, and soon found their way to his massive member. Her long slender fingers couldn't quite wrap around it in its immense girth, and she easily could place her hands side by side in its intense length.
His thick wet tongue made its way to her belly-button and further south until he was finally licking and sucking on her clit. My wife still stroked his cock, but soon she began whimpering in frustration.
