In parts 1-4 of Monica's Black Cock Fantasy we were introduced to Chris and his wife, Monica, whose fantasy was sex with the 21 year-old black pool man, Sean. Monica, with help and encouragement from her husband, realized her fantasy, even having Sean as a houseguest while awaiting his return to college. But all things must come to an end, and Sean said goodbye in a special way as he left.
This part 5 picks up on Chris and Monica's lives, post-Sean.
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I could tell Monica was depressed after Sean returned to college; a part of her was left unfulfilled. As her husband, I had to put any pangs of jealousy aside and make Monica's needs were satisfied, else Monica might do something reckless. She had thrown herself into her work, which took her mind off Sean for a while but that was only temporary.
Sean had been gone for a little over a month. It was a Friday night and Monica seemed distracted, listless.
"Hey honey," I said. "I have an idea for trying something that may be exciting."
"Oh yeah? What are you thinking?" Monica asked.
"I want you to dress up in a very sexy and revealing outfit. I'll drop you off at a bar and after 5 minutes or so I will come in to the bar and sit with you.
"Oh. I like this plan a lot." Monica said as she moved in closer and started to pull my cock out of my pants.
"It seems like it," I said, as I teased her erect nipples and pulled gently on them.
"Do you like the idea of dressing like a slut and sitting at the bar knowing all the men will be checking you out and thinking about fucking you?" I asked as I started to kiss her passionately.
"Oh, yes," she replied, as she started to my cock.
"And there may be a big black cock in it for you," I added.
"You pick a place and we'll go tomorrow!" said Monica excitedly.
Tomorrow arrived and we started to get ready. Monica was dressed in a sheer silk blouse, and no bra, which showed off her D-cup breasts. A leather miniskirt and a pair of 4 inch 'come fuck' pumps topped off her outfit. Oh, and her anklet with the heart symbol and the letters 'BBC'.
The bar I had picked out was crosstown, far enough that we shouldn't run into neighbors or workmates. The bar was a little bit seedy and was definitely a place where single men were looking to meet a woman, and the way Monica was dressed she was going to get hit on a lot.
I stopped in front of the bar and Monica got out of the car. I stayed to enjoy the view as she walked inside. I smiled as I saw a couple, a black man with a white woman leaving the bar, and the man gave Monica a long hard look as she went by him.
I parked and waited for five minutes, then got out of the car and walked into the bar. As I entered the place, I saw that most of the clientele was black. There was one white couple, sitting with a black man, and a mixed couple -- black man and white woman. Monica was at a corner booth, U-shaped, with a drink in front of her. I sat down at her booth, kissed her and ordered a drink.
As we sipped our drinks, I noticed a tall well-built black man sitting at the bar near us who was focused on Monica.
"There is a good-looking black guy sitting behind you at the bar and he is checking you out. Are you interested?" I asked hopefully. As I was describing her admirer Monica quickly glanced back and caught his eye. He raised his glass to her and smiled.
Monica flushed turning back to me. "He's very handsome," she said.
"I'm going to hit the men's room," I said as I got up and moved by Monica. "Let's see what happens."
Monica didn't protest as I walked away so I knew she was very interested to see where this was going.
I waited a few minutes in the rest room and then came back. The man was now sitting at her booth talking with Monica. As I started to sit down Monica introduced me.
"Marcus, this is my husband, Chris."
Marcus and I shook hands and he said, "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"Not at all." I responded. "Why don't you join us?"
Monica smiled, said "Yes, please stay a while." I slid into booth on Monica's left side so that Monica was sandwiched between Marcus and me. Monica turned towards him and spread her legs wider. Marcus accepted her unspoken invitation and placed his hand on her leg, only inches from her pussy. Monica flirted with Marcus as we made small talk.
Then I said, "Monica is really enjoying you staring at her body and I can tell from where your hand is located that you are enjoying yourself too."
Marcus replied, "I sure am enjoying the view your wife is giving me," Marcus said, as he began playing with her pussy with his fingers. I realized that Monica had decided not to wear any panties.
"Well I'm enjoying you looking at her," I said. "Do you like Marcus looking at you?" I asked Monica.
Monica looked up at me, and then Marcus, and said "Yes" with a smile. She leaned in and kissed Marcus.
Monica was getting turned on having Marcus' hand on her leg, and on her pussy, so I decided to push things further. "You should feel how luscious Monica's breasts are," I said to Marcus. "Go ahead and feel them. I'm sure Monica won't mind? Would you honey?" I asked.
Marcus didn't have to be told twice and his other hand quickly moved to Monica's breasts, while leaving his other hand on her pussy. Monica visibly shuddered as he did this.
"I like watching you with my wife." I told Marcus.
"It's very exciting playing with your wife's body," Marcus said. Then to Monica, "Have you ever been with a black man?"
