My wife Beth and I were excited about the opportunity to host the son of a prestigious African dignitary in our home. Our last exchange student had only stayed for a few weeks, but the experience had been a positive one overall.
It wasn't even much of a debate when we happily volunteered to provide up to six months of accommodations for Matthew, a young man from western Africa. There was a fairly substantial monetary incentive if we were chosen. The program director was relieved that we were so eager to help.
Honestly, I was a little nervous about hosting a young black man in our house for so long, but my wife insisted it would be quite ok. I was looking forward to what we might do with the money when it was over. It's not that I didn't want to help, but I knew it would make my wife happy.
It was Beth who had volunteered when our church mentioned that a young African man was seeking an opportunity to experience life in America before deciding on a university to attend. She was all about it even before we knew about the money.
Beth, my wife of nearly eight years, was enthused by the idea. She thought it would be nice to do something to help make him see how truly great our country is. She was so excited on the day when we found out that we had been selected.
The process of applying to become a host family had been grueling and difficult. There was a lot of government red tape that required several interviews and invasive background checks.
Ultimately, we had gotten through it relatively unscathed. I think the fact that we were young and childless gave us an advantage. I was still a little curious as to why we had been subjected to such thorough medical examinations, but I just assumed that they were covering their bases.
Now we had almost two months to prepare before our visitor would arrive. Fast forward to eight weeks later, on a beautiful spring morning, we anxiously waited at the airport to greet our new house guest. I was a nervous wreck, I must admit that I had serious doubts and mixed feelings about this whole situation.
Beth and I had been married for over eight years and had grown used to our routines around the house. Lately, we had been in a bit of a rut and I was hopeful this experience would help get us out of it.
Since my recent promotion, my wife was able to quit her job as a dental assistant and stay home during the day. I think she was getting a little bored and was looking for something to keep her busy.
We had talked about starting a family for a few years now, but I was still hesitant. Beth was much more excited about having kids than I was.
At almost thirty years old I realized that neither of us was getting any younger, but I was just waiting for the right time. Although the idea of not having to use condoms anymore was very appealing!
I knew that hosting a stranger in the house might inhibit our love life, as my wife tended to be a little shy. I wasn't all that worried and I knew we could make it work. At the very least his presence would buy me a little more time before I ran out of excuses and we could finally start our family.
This delay didn't seem to bother my wife however, she was so excited that it was just about the only thing she could talk about. She got busy prepping the guest bedroom and making sure that everything was taken care of.
That morning before we left for the airport I gazed at her petite yet womanly five-and-a-half-foot tall frame. After all these years I was still very attracted to my lovely blue-eyed bride.
I was taken by the sight of her soft creamy skin and long wavy strawberry blonde hair. Her bright blue eyes were big and round on her oval-shaped face. I always loved the line of freckles that went across her nose. She had full pouty pink lips that were so soft and kissable.
As usual, I was proud of how beautiful and downright sexy she looked that morning. Beth was wearing a flowy floral cotton dress and a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals. The low-cut outfit showed off a generous amount of her soft white skin while accentuating her deep cleavage.
My wife had a nice big pair of melon-sized tits that she couldn't help but show off. She had long given up trying to hide or minimize them. Beth was proud of her voluptuous body and I encouraged her to wear whatever she wanted. It made me feel good to be the envy of just about every man we encountered.
That morning I could see her thick nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her dress. I loved how her big tits bounced when she walked. I wasn't the only one to notice. When we were out in public my sexy wife got plenty of attention from men of all ages.
Beth has a great ass too. It was probably a little bigger than she preferred, but I just love it. Her round butt pushed the back of the dress out to highlight her long bare legs. The strappy high-heeled sandals finished her look but also showcased her sexy legs and delicate feet to an amazing extent.
I knew what she had on underneath her dress was even better. Earlier as she was getting dressed I caught a glimpse of her wearing a black lace thong. The matching flimsy see-through bra was barely holding on as she bent over the bed to get her dress. Her ass looked so perfect framed by the delicate fabric of her sexy panties.
I was tempted to make love with her because I was incredibly aroused. It had been a while since we had done it, and I was feeling very horny. Unfortunately, I knew that we didn't have enough time. My penis was still a little stiff because I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her as we made our way through the busy airport.
My wife didn't seem to have a care in the world as we embarked on the next phase of our married life. This particular adventure would see us looking after a stranger in our home from another culture.
My daydream was interrupted by Beth's voice.
"David, I think that's him." She was pointing her long, slender finger down the crowded corridor.
"Yeah? Where?" I looked up and immediately saw a rather tall, muscular, and young black man approaching us. He was looking directly at the sign that my wife was holding.
"Him! Right there!" She said excitedly. The guy certainly looked like the pictures he had sent, but I couldn't get over how big and black he was!
"My God! He's HUGE!" I said.
The big kid never looked away from my wife as he approached. The smile on his face told me that he was our guy.
He continued to smile broadly as he reached us. Putting his hand out and smiling he said, "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Cuckson? I am Matthew Cocque! I am very pleased to meet you." Matthew had a bit of an accent, just as you might expect from a native African.
"That's right!" My wife said happily.
As they shook hands I noticed that his eyes never left Beth. He seemed to be completely mesmerized. I could see him drinking in her raw feminine charms.
