The post on Craig's List was titled "BBC FOR WHITE WIFE" Naturally this struck my curiosity amongst the otherwise mindless postings. The well written post came with a photo validating the stated "well-hung" description of his manhood. I already knew that many black men realize their desire and appeal among sexual white couples. It came as no surprise, yet, there it was so readily available. A simple link to respond and explore a deep fantasy. I had a tinge of excitement as I thought of my lovely wife, Rachael.
Covertly, I e-mailed then text with him just a few times. Lew described himself as an athletic black man standing at 6'2" and 205 pounds. He also slipped in the fact that he has a 9" cock. He wanted to know her description. I responded that "She's a very pretty brunette, 5'7", 132 pounds. She has long beautiful legs, a very shapely body with a world class butt, and nicely shaped 36b breasts with prominent nipples that fit her body perfectly. Cap it off with a pretty smile and a great conversationalist."
Lew and tried to set up a meeting but nothing evolved. A few months later Rachael and I were sitting in club seats at a Major League Baseball game and I received a text. It was a photo of his substantial penis and he requested me to show it to my wife and that he wants to meet her. I handed the phone to Rachael who put down her pencil from scoring the game. She spoke volumes with her silent pause. Clearly flushed, she was taken back, took a deep breath... then lingered on the photo. We playfully discussed Lew on the way home. She viewed the picture again and commented she had never seen a cock that big in person.
A couple of months later we were in the State University area for a two-day high school event our son was participating in. We got back to the room late, mixed a drink, then another. In her relaxed state Rachael was thinking and then asked me "Does Lew live in Ames?"
I pretended that I had forgotten that... but my testosterone shot into me like an arrow at her comment. My package began to stir. I gathered myself and said... "yes... I think so"...and asked her if she was curious about his size. She demurely says "um...I guess so". I asked if I should text him but was already reaching for my phone. He responded immediately... He was working his bartender job but could have his co-worker finish the night and come to our hotel.
When Rachael read his response she jumped up and dashed to put make-up on. I enjoyed watching her prepare and try to decide what to wear. Hair fluffing, touching up her make-up, what bra/panty set to select. It was quite late and we had an early morning. She decided to change into a sexy outfit and be in that when he arrived. No time for on/off or strip tease games. Its fun to see her get all excited and flustered. We both feel an edge of anxiety knowing she will soon be the center of attention. Also very nervous about meeting a black man under this pretext. Within minutes Lew texts that he was in the Lobby. Rachael's anxiousness tripled and went into high alert on that news. She barked at me... "Go meet him...I'll find something to put on"
I headed down to the lobby to meet Lew while she changed. I adeptly identified the only black man in the lobby as Lew. He was dressed in nice designer jeans and a hip t shirt. My nervousness ceased immediately when I quickly realized that he is nice, polite and easy going. We talked a bit so I could get to know him and to buy time for her to change.
Rachael and I had only checked in an hour earlier and the 40 something desk clerk was really checking her out while I filled out the paperwork. This took longer as the hotel was full and we took one of the two bedrooms branching off the living room of the Presidential suite. She always feels men's eyes on her and told me so as we walked to our room. Now, I'm noticing him watching my discussion with Lew and certainly very curious...Its probably 1AM or later now and clearly Lew and I had never met each other. I smiled at the clerk as Luke and I passed, he told me to have a nice evening. Then Luke and I headed to the elevator bank and up to the room where Rachael was waiting. Working the night shift he no doubt saw Luke depart two hours later.
We arrived at the suite, passed through the living room and into the bedroom. We went in and she was standing right there by the door. He didn't know what to expect and was taken back by how hot she looked. No longer was she the frazzled girl scrambling to touch up her makeup and searching for the accessories to her lingerie. She was now the confident, self assured mature woman 30 years his senior who looked as sexy as any woman he had ever seen. Many younger men fantasize about being with older women simply for the reason that feel that she can teach them something. The troubles of dating and hoping to get her into bed are cast aside with the assumption that the older woman will be a sexual goddess without inhibition.
I introduced Luke to Rachael, patting his back as he moved toward her. I had already told him in the Lobby to treat himself and her without reservation. She's your girlfriend now, and you are her boyfriend I emphasized in the elevator on the way up. Rachael looked incredibly sexy in her lingerie standing there greeting him with a bright smile. She was dressed in a black push-up teddy with her cleavage ever apparent. The midriff was barely covered with a sheer lace that opened and showed her torso. A matching black thong was clearly visible and she wore thigh black stockings with heels. Her role was clear and she was clearly prepared for it. Her curiosity about his size was soon to be resolved.
There was nowhere to sit other than a small table and single chair that I soon occupied. So, after shaking hands and a brief hug initiated by her, Lew and Rachael sat down on the bed next to each other. They had a toast with the drinks that she had made a moment ago and had waiting on the bedside table. "To tonight" she said with a giggle. Lew simply smiled. She sat right next to him with her hand on his thigh and her body pressing against his.