Wife Helps Out Friend And Herself

The annual teacher's conference was well underway. Erin and Andre had known each other for years, ever since their first encounter at the annual education conference in DC. They always made a point to catch up, swapping stories about work and life, but it wasn't until this now that something truly changed between them. This year, Andre had arrived at the conference looking a little different. His usual confident stride was replaced with a quieter, introspective energy. When they sat down for coffee during one of the breaks, Erin couldn't help but notice how subdued he seemed. "Hey," she said gently, leaning forward in her chair. "You okay? You seem... off."

Andre exhaled slowly,. "Just going through a rough patch," he admitted, his deep voice tinged with exhaustion. "Split up with my girlfriend a few months ago. It's been... tough." Erin nodded sympathetically, her heart softening. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Andre. You deserve better than someone who doesn't appreciate you."

He gave her a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Thanks, Erin. That means a lot."

She decided then and there that she wanted to cheer him up. Over the next day she went out of her way to compliment him--his sense of humor, his intelligence, his commanding presence. But when she mentioned his voice over drinks the next evening, something unexpected happened. "Hey, you know, you have a really sexy deep voice," she teased, her tone light and playful. "It's kind of unfair, honestly."

Andre laughed, but instead of letting the comment slide, he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a deeper register. "That's so kind of you to say," he rumbled, his words almost melodic. "I guess I should thank Morgan Freeman for setting the bar so high."

Erin burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder playfully. "Oh my God, stop! You're ridiculous." But even as she laughed, she couldn't deny the effect his voice had on her. It sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill of attraction she hadn't anticipated. Later that evening, as they shared a drink at the hotel bar, Andre's mood seemed to lift. He was smiling more, his jokes coming faster, and Erin couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. But then, in a moment of quiet vulnerability, he turned to her and said something that caught her off guard.

"You know, Erin," he began, his voice softer now. "I hope I can find someone like you someday. Someone who makes me feel seen, you know?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, come on. I'm just being nice. You don't need me to make you feel good about yourself."

He shook his head, his expression earnest. "No, I mean it. You're smart, funny, your wit can turn any man on..." He paused, his eyes flickering over her face. "If I weren't such a mess right now and you weren't married to Darren maybe I'd even ask you out."

Erin froze, her mind racing. If you weren't married, his earlier words echoed in her mind. Suddenly, her thoughts were pulled in a direction she hadn't expected--a direction that led straight to Darren. Her husband had always been open with her about his fantasies, but one in particular had always seemed... outlandish.

She remembered the night he'd confessed it to her, his face both embarrassed and hopeful. "I want you to be with someone else," he'd said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A black man. Just once. I know it's weird, but... I can't stop thinking about it."

At the time, Erin had laughed it off, teasing him for being "nuts." But now, sitting across from Andre, the idea took on a new life. She glanced at him, taking in his tall frame, his broad shoulders. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, something that made her heart race in a way it hadn't in a long time. She knew the alcohol was loosening her inhibitions as well. "Actually," she said suddenly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind in her mind. "Andre, my husband has an agreement with me."

His eyebrows shot up, his jaw dropping slightly. "Wait, what?"

She told him of Darren's kink. Andre's eyes still wide in astonishment, and just said "Damn!"

Erin smiled faintly, her pulse quickening. "You know if I'm ever going to fulfill his request," she said slowly, her eyes locking with his, "who better than you?"

Andre stared at her, his expression a mix of shock and curiosity. "Are you being serious right now?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

She met his gaze unflinchingly. "Yes," she said simply. "I am."

Now, sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, Erin felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation as she looks at him standing across from her. Andre said "I want to kiss you first, it doesn't seem quite right to start this without a little bit of intimacy first." Erin nodded becoming overwhelmed by the moment. As Andre leaned into kiss her she felt his much fuller lips, which sent chills down her spine. He was so gentle with them and then they started to kiss a little more intense and she felt his tongue enter her mouth and he the same. After 30 seconds he was extremely aroused as was she.

As she pulled away she said, "Wow Andre, I've never been kissed like that. Your lips and your tongue, wow, just wow!"

Andre didn't hesitate to return the compliment. "That was intense for me as well, I hope Darren wouldn't be disappointed in your selection of men."

She laughed which broke the spell, but followed by saying, "Andre, that is the best kiss I've ever had, and your next girlfriend will be very lucky." He grinned and Erin slowly decided to move forward. Her hands were trembling slightly as she reached the belt and zipper of his jeans.

"So," Andre said, his voice teasing again, "What happens next?"

Erin bit her lip, her mind racing. "Well," she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly along pants, "I guess we find out." She noticed immediately how full the area around groin felt. As she unzipped him and pulled his penis out she led out whisper, "Wow!". "Damn, Andre, you are so thick!." Erin's voice was a mix of awe and nervous excitement as she stared down at his imposing erection, her fingers hovering just above it. The hotel room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the room, but there was no mistaking the size of what lay before her. It was so much darker than Darren's skin. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath quickening as she shifted slightly on the edge of the bed.

Andre chuckled softly, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "How does it compare to Darren?" he asked, his tone teasing but also curious.

He leaned back slightly against the headboard, watching her reaction carefully. Erin smirked, her hands finally reaching for him, her fingers wrapping tentatively around the base of his shaft. "Actually, you guys are about the same length," she admitted, her voice low and a little breathless. "But you look like you're twice as big around." Her fingers barely touched the sides of his girth, marveling at how much more substantial it felt compared to her husband's. "Darren would be proud," she murmured, her eyes rising to meet his. "That I did good with his little fantasy."

Andre raised an eyebrow, his lips quivering into a sly smile. "You think so?" he said, his voice dropping an octave, the pitch shifting into something almost hypnotic.

"Well, let's find out." Erin's fingers traced the length of Andre's shaft, her breath quickening as she tried to wrap her mind around what she was holding. "You are as thick as some of my toys, I honestly didn't expect a real dick to be this thick. I can barely get my hand around it, and I don't have small hands." she murmured, half in awe, half in disbelief. His girth was simply too much for her to fully encircle. "Man," she said, shaking her head. "I can deep throat Darren easily, but your... your thickness... I might not even make it past the head." She looked up at him, her cheeks flushing red. "Can we just skip to the sex? Please?"

Andre grinned, leaning down to kiss her gently on the forehead. "Anything you want, Erin," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "But promise me one thing--you'll take your time with me. No rushing." She giggled at a man saying that to a woman.

Erin nodded, her heart pounding as she scooted back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. The contrast between their skin--his dark, rich tone against her fair, creamy complexion--was intoxicating. It was something she had never really noticed before, but now, in this moment, it felt electric. Intoxicating. Andre knelt between her thighs, his hands resting on her hips as he positioned himself. His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing. Then, slowly, deliberately, he began to lower himself into her.

Erin gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. His thickness was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it took every ounce of self-control not to tense up.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. "Andre... you're so... huge.. Darren will definitely not be disappointed in how this turned out." He paused, letting her adjust, his hands gently smoothing over her thighs. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. She did as he said, her breaths coming in short, shallow bursts as she let her body relax. Slowly, inch by inch, Andre filled her completely, until finally, he was seated deep inside her, his hips flush against hers. Erin let out a shuddering breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the fullness spread through her. "Oh my God," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is... so different..." Andre smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Different how?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Erin opened her eyes, looking up at him with a dazed expression. "It's like... like everything is more intense," she murmured. "Your size... it's overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Darren never makes me feel this way at least this quick or without a little help."

Andre leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a slow, tender kiss. "Good," he whispered against her mouth. "That's exactly how I want you to feel." With that, he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through Erin's body. She clung to him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as she let herself surrender completely to the sensations overwhelming her. It wasn't long before she came, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. When she finally regained her composure, she looked up at Andre, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Wow, lets take a break for a minute." she breathed. Andre laughed softly, kissing her again before pulling out of her. He knelt beside her on the bed, his fingers trailing lightly over her.

"So, what's next?"" he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Erin blinked, her mind spinning as she thought about Darren and the agreement they had made. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "I'm going to send Darren a picture of me holding your dick," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. "Would you mind?"

Andre raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised but intrigued. "Really?" he asked, his deep voice rolling like thunder. "You'd send him something like that?"

Erin nodded, leaning forward to wrap her hand around his length. "Absolutely," she said, her fingers curling around him as she pulled out her phone. She snapped a quick photo, making sure to capture the full extent of his size, then sent it off to Darren with a simple message: Guess who? Within seconds, her phone buzzed with a reply. Darren's response was short but unmistakable: Is this real? Erin laughed, looking up at Andre with a wicked glint in her eye. "Lets give him more," she said, showing Andre the text.

"What should I do?" Andre smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "How about you let me taste you?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. "I bet I can find spots Darren can't." Erin hesitated for only a moment before nodding, her heart racing with anticipation. Andre didn't waste any time, positioning himself between her thighs and lowering his head to her glistening core. His tongue darted out, slick and eager, and Erin cried out at the first touch, her body arching toward him.

His tongue was longer than Darren's, and far more skilled, finding every sensitive spot with precision. His full lips came in very handy as well which she didn't realize would make such a difference. Erin moaned, her fingers clutching at the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She could feel another orgasm building, closer and harder than the last. "Oh God, Andre," she gasped, her voice trembling. "You're... so good at this... Darren doesn't... he can't..."

Andre looked up at her, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Better than him?" he asked, his voice dripping with confidence.

Erin couldn't help herself. "Yes," she groaned, her body convulsing as another powerful orgasm overtook her. "God, yes... you're so much better at this" When she finally came back down, Andre didn't stop. Instead, he pushed her further, his tongue exploring deeper, his hands smoothing over her thighs. Erin was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. Finally, when she thought she couldn't take any more,

Andre pulled away, sitting back on his heels and watching her with a satisfied grin. "You taste amazing," he said, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Now, what else would make Darren lose his mind?"

Erin felt like this was enough and didn't want to push it any further. They were both exhausted. After they brushed their teeth and got ready for bed, she said "Maybe we send him one more picture of us laying in bed next to each other so he knows that first one wasn't some photoshopped fake. That might make him realize this is real and he'll probably cum all over the place."

He laughed and said "Say Cheese" and he took the picture. Andre grinned, running a hand through his hair and beard. "You're unbelievable," he corrected, his deep voice warm and affectionate. "I wasn't sure how this would go, but... damn, Erin. You were incredible."

She blushed, ducking her head shyly. "Well, you weren't too bad yourself," she teased, nudging him playfully. Andre laughed, the sound rich and full, filling the room with warmth. He leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips one more time.

Erin came home the next day and noticed Darren waiting for her in the living room. She wasn't sure what to expect and so she took the initiative and walked over to him and looked at him and said "You got your wish and I got an experience I didn't know I was looking for, and Andre feels better about his situation. All three of us won, and we will never talk of this again, right?" as she leaned down staring into his eyes.