"Lana," I whispered. "I think I may have found a guy for you. He's sitting up at the bar. Turn around real slow, have a look at him and tell me what you think."
My wife Lana glanced discreetly at the young black male I'd directed her attention to and looked back at me in disbelief.
"You've got to be kidding Mike!"
"Why not sweetheart?" I asked. "I think he'd be perfect! I mean look at his great build. I bet he'd give you a really good fucking."
Lana blushed. She loved sex, but with her conservative upbringing she still had trouble admitting it to herself. I'd been working on her for a very long time to convince her I'd like to watch her having sex with another man. Finally she'd come around, admitting she did find the idea kind of exciting. She'd decided that if we were in a place where no one knew us, and the right guy came along, and if the circumstances were right she might do it. Only because I wanted it, she'd added, but I knew better.
"He is kinda cute." she whispered, I noticed her face had become very flushed and her breathing had become shallower. "But for Pete's sakes Mike, look at him, he's way too young ... he's only in his twenties! He'd never be interested in anybody my age!"
"Sure he would honey!" I assured her. "I noticed when you got up to go to the washroom he really checked you out. I'll bet he'd love to fuck a pretty white lady like you!"
"Oh go on Mike!" she blushed, but she did look kind of pleased. "You're just teasing me!"
"No I'm not...Go play some music on that old Wurlitzer in the corner. You'll see what I mean."
Lana stood up and smoothed down her skirt.
"Okay I will," she giggled. "but you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for!"
Putting an extra little wiggle in her walk my wife made her way over to the jukebox. She gave the kid a suggestive look as she brushed past him, making a point of bending over very slowly as she dropped some money in the machine. It was pretty obvious she was displaying her tight little ass to him. On her return she brushed against him once more and blushed as she sat down at our table.
"You're right!" Lana whispered, looking pleased as punch. She drained her beer in one gulp. I guess she was in need of some Dutch courage.
"He really is looking at me! God he is gorgeous, and I'd do him in a heartbeat! But please, I don't want you to think badly of me Mike. Anyway... I really don't think he'd want an old lady like me."
My cock rose in my pants. She was really considering it. We weren't playing a game anymore.
"Come on Lana." I reassured her. "Don't run yourself down. You're gorgeous... you look so damned hot any guy in this bar would do you! I think it'd be easy for us to talk him into a little fun if we could just figure out a way to meet him!"
I guess I should explain a little about how Lana and I had gotten to this point. My name is Mike Haskin and I've got no illusions,I'm just your average guy. I'm a fifty year old auto mechanic, a little on the short side with sandy thinning hair and a bit of a beer gut. I'm kind of ordinary in the looks department so I really hit the jackpot marrying Lana. She's shorter than me, but she's a real looker with shiny, shoulder length black hair, perky tits, great legs, and an incredible ass that I've noticed attracts men like a magnet.
Lana's sex drive has always been way stronger than mine so I always worried one day she might get tempted and have an affair. Sure enough, my worst fears came true. One weekend she got lonely while I was away taking a mechanics course. A neighbor of ours had talked her into coming over and having a couple of drinks and the two of them had wound up in his bed doing the nasty.
But because of her upbringing Lana's nagging guilt had gotten the better of her so she'd confessed to me what she'd done. I made her tell me absolutely everything and my reaction surprised her as much as me. I'd got a huge hard on while listening to her story and after she'd finished we'd screwed our brains out. It was so erotic that from then on we'd always talk about her doing some guy or another while we had sex. I guess it was inevitable we'd take it to the next level.
For our little adventure Lana was wearing a little black mini skirt that hugged her so tight it looked like it had been sprayed on, and a white see thru blouse knotted just underneath her perky tits. On her legs she wore a pair of sexy black stay ups with four inch gold heels and a rhinestone ankle bracelet to hint she'd be up for a good time. I gotta tell ya... for a woman in her forties Lana looked hot as hell.
We live in a little town in Missouri where everybody makes it their business to know yours, so any swinging we might do would have to be elsewhere. We'd saved up for a long time to come to San Francisco where we could let our hair down and have some fun. The city was known to have a wild side.
To begin I'd talked my wife into taking in a male strip show and it had literally blown her away. The lead dancer was a Rastafarian type with washboard abs, and Lana really got the hots for him. She must have been fairly obvious about it because he'd climbed down off the stage and done a strip tease just for her.
She was so turned on by his lewd display I practically had to drag her out of the place. The guy had brought out the hidden slut in Lana, and back at our hotel she'd practically raped me on the way up in the elevator and we had the best sex ever when we got to our room. Although we'd fantasized about me watching her having sex with another man till then we'd never thought about the guy being black.
Yes,she admitted, his color had turned her on and she wished she could have fucked him. And so I decided to try to change our fantasy into reality. We were in a strange city where no one knew us and we'd never have a better opportunity. The kid was absolutely perfect. He was young, fit, and black, and obviously attracted to her so I decided I'd strike while the iron was hot.
"Look Lana," I whispered. 'What the hell... If you're game I'm just gonna go right up there and ask him if he'd like to join us for a drink? What do you say? Are you up to it?"
Lana was tongue tied. With an opportunity staring her right in the face my wife was in a dilemma. What she wanted to do went against all convention and she had to make darn sure I really wanted it too before committing herself.
"Honey what do you say I invite him over to our table for a drink and see what happens, okay? I'd love you to do it but no pressure... it's strictly up to you!"
Lana looked at me then back at him and made her decision.
"Okay Mike, I'll do it...but if anything happens don't go changing your mind on me and get mad about it alright?"
"I won't baby, I promise."
I hoped I could keep my promise, but I really didn't know how I'd react. All I knew was I'd never been so horny, but I really had to force myself to get up from my chair and go talk to him. I walked up to the bar before I could change my mind, sat down and cleared my throat.
"Say, excuse me, have you got a minute?" I asked, I was shaky and my voice caught in my throat.
He turned to me with a curious look and asked what was up. Trying to not sound too stupid I carried on with my plan.
