I watched my wife Sally as she emerged from the shower. Droplets of water glistened on her large breasts and fell from her short blonde hair. As she raised her arms to towel off her hair, I got a full view of her body. Like a sculpture by Rubens, she has strong calves and full thighs. She has a slightly rounded belly above the "v" of flesh that points to her pussy. She looks like a fertile and ripe field ready to be plowed by a hard cock. Many cocks have plowed that field and planted their seed in that round belly. Since we started swinging just a year ago, Sally has taken on over 20 strangers, pulling them into her and letting them fill her or cover her with their sperm. Tonight was going to be a new adventure for my 40-something wife. An equal opportunity slut, she was going to fuck her first black man.
"How does this look," Sally asked. She had pulled on a black teddy that covered her torso and arms with see-through lace. Her firm 38C breasts pushed against the fabric, the nipples tantalizing the eye through the material. "Oh yeah, you look hot," I replied, "But you had better put on that vest I bought for you a few years ago. This show is just for him and me." We were going to meet a gentlemen who had contacted us over the Internet. Like all of our previous sexual adventures, he was a stranger. We knew he would be black and he knew Sally would be a blonde in black lace top. It was New Year's Eve and we would be meeting in a local bar. We intended to end the year 2000 with a bang.
Sally pulled on some tight black pants, put on the vest, threw on a coat and we headed out of the hotel. Once in the bar we both ordered drinks and Sally ordered a stiff one (a stiff drink, that is, she would be dealing with stiff cocks later). Being a little drunk helps loosen her up for the initial meeting. It was only 7:00 pm so the bar was relatively empty. As we sat the table with our drinks, we saw a large black man walk in. He ordered a drink and surveyed the scene. After around 5 minutes he walked over and introduced himself. His name was John, what an appropriate name for a man who would soon be fucking my whore wife. John was a very interesting man and our conversation went on for around fifteen minutes. After he excused himself to use the bathroom, Sally leaned over to me, "I'm ready if you are." When John returned, we gave him directions to our hotel and the room number.