If my husband, Paul, had known how things were going to turn out, I don't think he would have gotten himself into the situation he now is.
Paul and I met at college, married soon afterwards and have been together for 18 years. He is 42 and I am 41, but people tell me I look ten years younger. I guess I'm lucky in that I'm naturally slim and the little weight I have put on over the years has gone straight to my breasts, giving me a 36C 25 36 figure. I would be naΓ―ve if I didn't admit that most of our male friends pay me particular attention at parties and quite a few have tried to feel me up in some way. Much as this has flattered me I've never let anything happen, but it has added spice to our lovemaking when I've told Paul about it.
You see, Paul is one of these guys who has always loved the idea of me with another man's cock in me and we have frequently spiced our sex life up with fantasies of me having sex with someone else. Mostly I would imagine I was being fucked by a stud from one of the porn movies we sometimes watch, but sometimes I would tell Paul that it was one of our friends who had been paying me particular attention.
Up until a month ago these remained just as fantasies, but one night when we were making love and I was close to orgasm Paul said
"I bet you wish you were being fucked by a big cock now, don't you?"
"Oh yes I do" I replied
"I bet you'd really like a big black cock in you. I bet you'd love it if I fixed up for you to be fucked by a big black cock wouldn't you?" he continued "Say that you would. Gone on, say it"
The thought of being opened up by a big cock pushed me over the edge and as I came I yelled "Mmmm Oh god, I'd love it. I'd love a big cock in me!" and as I came Paul pumped into me as my cunt gripped his cock and filled me with his spunk.
Several weeks later Paul came home one night and said "I've a surprise for you. It's something you've always wanted"
I looked round wondering what he'd bought me. "Where is it?"
"Not where is it. You mean when is it."
"Okay. When is it?"
Paul grinned "This Saturday night"
"Oh come on Paul. Don't keep me in suspense!"
My heart missed a beat when he replied "On Saturday Jill. You are going to be fucked by a big black cock. I've set it up and I'm going to film it."
I stammered "You've got to be joking. I mean.........you know..... These things are just fantasies."
"Come on Jill. You've always liked the idea and now it's going to happen for real. I only want you to do it just the once and we'll have the film to watch in the future when we want to re-live it again. What harm can it do if I'm cool about it. You know I've always liked the idea."
I guess I could've said no, but Paul was so excited and I have to confess that the thought of having sex with someone other than him, (he was only the second guy I'd ever been to bed with, and the only one in 18 years) appealed to me. Let's face it, there are only so many ways you can do it with the same person until it becomes a bit repetitive, aren't there.
I had so many questions to ask. ' Who is the man. What does he look like. How old is he. How will it happen. How did you find him?'
It turned out that Paul had contacted a local swingers club and they had put him in touch with someone called Daniel who was known for his charm, size and staying power. Paul had gotten a picture of him and I must say, I liked what I saw. He was 37 years old with handsome features and we were to meet at the local Hilton where Paul had booked a suite for the night.
As Saturday approached I found myself getting more and more turned on by the thought of what was to happen and to make the night special I went out and bought new underwear - a lacy white thong, matching lace topped hold up stockings and a half cup bra. My dress was white, low cut and very short which showed off my legs and breasts to their best advantage. When I put them all on to show Paul we were both so turned on that we had sex that night like you only have when you first meet someone - urgent and intense.
Saturday arrived and at Paul's insistence I shaved my pussy until it was completely bald. As I looked at myself in the mirror the sight of it made me feel so sexy that I felt myself getting wet down there already. At 7pm we were met at the Hilton bar by 6'3" of sex on legs. Daniel was gorgeous. Tall and well built without being over bulky, but dressed in black which gave him an air of mystery. He was charming to me and I quickly found that any misgivings I'd had disappeared.
When Paul went to the bar Daniel said to me "You do realise that tonight will change your life forever, don't you?"
"How do you mean?"
"Once you've experienced a big black cock you'll never want to do without after that."
"That's a little conceited" I replied
"Maybe. But true." He smiled