I suppose I should have known it would eventually happen again. Especially considering my wife's powerful physical attraction to men of color. It began one very warm evening last August. My wife Susanna and I were attending an event indirectly associated with my place of employment. It was an obligation neither of us looked forward to. As a result our plans were to attend the dinner, then politely sneak away before the actual meeting began. When we arrived, we were pleasantly surprised to find an old friend of ours that we hadn't seen in years was also there, so renewing a friendship with my old partner helped the evening go better than expected.
Thomas was an African American gentleman about the same age as I. He was also a former body builder with a very chiseled physique. A physique that made him quite popular with members of the opposite sex. It was also an asset that he utilized on a regular basis. It was unusual to see him at social gatherings by himself, which kind of surprised me when we discovered he was here alone. More often than not, he was usually accompanied by some attractive young lady he was involved with. Most of the time his partners were beautiful blond white women. Although occasionally we would see him with some exotic ebony beauty, that was the exception rather than the rule. It was also something that would get him in trouble from time to time, which was part of the reason he was fired from the company we worked for at the time. As if sleeping with the owner's daughter wasn't reason enough, he was also sleeping with the owner's wife at the same time.
Over dinner, the three of us decided to sneak out and go to a nearby club for a couple of drinks and do some catching up. Once in the parking lot, we were surprised to see that Thomas had ridden his new motorcycle to the event. Since the place we were going was only a few blocks away, he offered my lovely wife a ride on it. Susanna told him she would love to, but not in the dress she was wearing. Naturally we both laughed at her reluctance, since the outfit she had on was a rather short, tight-fitting black mini-dress that accented her very sexy 36-24-34 body perfectly.
A few minutes later we arrived at the club and after a couple of drinks and some lively conversation Susanna wanted to dance. Naturally I obliged her and when I was done, Thomas did likewise. Between dances, we continued to talk and sip our drinks. Thomas told us all about his current employment, which unfortunately was going to necessitate a move on his part in the next few weeks. Before we knew it, we had sat there most of the evening, and the bar was about to close. As the band began one last number Susanna tugged on my arm and suggested we dance. But by this time I was tired, and politely declined. Thomas quickly volunteered and after making sure it was alright with me, Susanna and our friend took to the floor for one final dance.
As fate would have it, the finale turned out to be a long slow song and as a result all the couples danced closely together. Including Susanna and Thomas. I watched as she slipped her arms around his neck and he rested his hands on her shapely hips. As they moved together, I suddenly noticed they were the only interracial couple on the floor. And although they were doing nothing inappropriate, I could see that practically every eye in the place was centered on them. Quietly I laughed to myself. If only the people watching them knew the truth about my lovely wife. Like I stated earlier, Susanna had a powerful attraction to black guys. In fact, it was more than just an attraction. On New Years Eve back in the year 2000, I watched silently while my incredible wife made love to her first black man. A memory that still makes my dick get hard almost 10 years later. During the years 2000 and 2002, she experienced two more black lovers. The latter situation ended rather abruptly however, when one of the guys started becoming rather possessive. Although they were only together twice, he wanted her to stop having sex with me and begin sleeping with him and his buddies exclusively. To make a long story short, she refused, and the guy wouldn't leave us alone. Eventually the situation resolved itself, but together we decided this fantasy was one that should probably remain just that.
Anyway, as I watched them moving together, my mind was filled with erotic thoughts concerning them. I could just imagine how she was probably feeling right that moment, with his powerful black body pressing tightly against her. I imagined them kissing and I felt the familiar tingling of arousal. I imagined his hands gliding over her, caressing her ass and her nice firm breasts. By the time the song ended, my dick was as hard as a rock. I couldn't wait to get her home and in bed. I knew I wouldn't last long the first time, but I also knew we would end up making love all night long. If the truth be known, I enjoyed the fantasy every bit as much as she did.
When the club closed and we went outside, the weather had changed drastically. It was still warm, but the wind had picked up and rain was in the air. Every once in a while lightning would flash off to the west. Thomas was worried because not only was he on his bike, he was also about an hour's drive, in the direction of the storm, from his place. After a short discussion, Susanna and I agreed that if he wanted to come to our place, which was only about 15 minutes away, he could either wait out the storm or spend the night in our guest room if he wanted to. Since he had no real choice, he agreed. Again he asked if Susanna wanted a ride on his bike. This time however, she was just tipsy enough not to care about her short dress and said sure, if I didn't mind. I told her that was okay, so together they hopped on the bike and rode away while I followed.
With Susanna's short hemline riding high, it didn't take long for me to start thinking erotic thoughts once again. Whenever we passed someone on the street, they couldn't help but see my white wife clinging to Thomas, her sexy legs, and occasionally her panties, exposed to the world. In fact, at one particular light he took his hand off the throttle and I could have sworn it was resting on her thigh. The couple in the car next to them had a much better view than I did, and I could see them look over several times. By now my imagination was going wild. His arm was moving a little and I wondered if he was stroking her thigh. More importantly, I couldn't see her hand at all. Which led my perverted imagination to wonder if she was reaching around stroking his cock as well. Either way, the couple in the car beside them had a great view, and they rode along side the bike for several blocks.
It began to sprinkle just about the same time we pulled into the driveway. I hit the garage door opener and they rode inside to get out of the weather. Within seconds after joining them, the sky opened up and it began storming like hell. We laughed about how lucky we were as we stood there in the garage and watched it rain. After the initial burst, it settled down into a nice steady rain. By this time it was clear that Thomas wasn't going anywhere, so Susanna announced she would get the guest room ready. He and I followed her in, stopping at the refrigerator long enough to grab one final beer apiece.
But by this time socializing with our friend was the farthest thing from my mind. Instead, I was more interested in screwing the hell out of the lovely creature I was married to. While Susanna readied for bed, I finished my drink quickly and bid our friend goodnight. By the time I joined her in the bedroom, Susanna had changed into a very sexy turquoise blue chemise with matching panties. Her long dark hair was fixed rather nicely and as we turned off the lights and slipped beneath the covers, the scent of her light perfume filled my nostrils. With the room illuminated by a single candle, it took a moment or two for my eyes to adjust to the soft dim light. The first thing I noticed was how her nipples stood out rather prominently against the thin fabric. As we got comfortable together, I gently reached out and began caressing her lovely breasts, gently tweaking her nipples as I did. Susanna reacted by pulling me close for a hot wet kiss. Her breath was hot in my ear as she whispered how good that felt.
It was clear to me that Susanna was every bit as turned on as I was. Which was good. Usually she was one of those women who took quite a bit to get her aroused, but once she got going she was damned near insatiable. Foreplay was very important to her, but tonight it appeared that none was really required. As she reached down and began stroking my penis, I knew exactly the reason why she was so damned horny. I was however, a bit hesitant to bring it up.
For several minutes nothing was spoken as we touched and caressed each other's bodies. Eventually my hand slipped beneath her nightie and touched her tiny panties. As expected, the crotch was already soaked.
"Damn you're wet," I whispered between the kisses. Gently I began rubbing her pussy through her underwear.
"Ummmm," she moaned softly, "I haven't been this horny in long, long time."
"You were thinking about it, weren't you?" I breathlessly asked her.
"Thinking about what?" she returned the whisper.
"You know what I'm talking about," I gently pressed as I continued to rub her spot, "You were thinking about Thomas."
For a second or two Susanna hesitated. In the meantime I reached inside the crotch of her panties and began touching the real thing. Carefully I slipped a finger inside.
"Tell me the truth," I carefully prodded, "You were thinking about Thomas, weren't you?"
"Ummmmmmmmm," she breathed as she moved her hips slightly.
"You were wondering what it would be like," I whispered intently into her ear, "Weren't you, baby?"
"Maybe a little," she admitted as she bit her lip.
"It's okay," I reassured her, "I understand."
"I'm sorry, honey," she almost panted, "It's been a long, long time since I've felt like this. Please don't be upset."
"I'm not," I told her, "You're a very beautiful and very sexual woman."
"I can't help how I feel," she told me between breaths, "He projects a powerful sexual image."
