Katie and I had been married for 10 years and our sex life was fantastic; we had tried various fetishes and swinging but while Katie was bisexual and had been with a number of other women, I was bicurious and we were both desperate to satisfy my curiosity. Katie really got off on the thought of me with another man, whether watching or waiting for me to come home and share the details with her, but despite joining various 'adult' websites, we had no luck finding anyone suitable.
During our fantasies about me and another guy, the other man was nearly always black; whenever we watched porn together and a girl was getting seen to by a black cock, I would wish it was me on the receiving end, being used by some well hung black stud, who would fuck me until I could take no more.
Earlier this year we went to the Gay Pride parade in Brighton. Although other gorgeous girls were constantly hitting on Katie, she refused all of them, telling me that this weekend was for my benefit. There was a main club that was the focus for the parade but by the time we got there it was full and we had to go to an alternative close-by. Once inside the club, it was clear that a lot of other gay or bisexual people were there, probably having also been turned away from the other venue. Katie suggested that we split up for an hour and see how things went; I agreed and we arranged to meet again later on. As I walked around the club, checking out the talent, male & female, I saw that Katie was already with a stunning blonde; they were on a sofa in a chill out room, snogging and groping at each other. Our plan was that whoever got lucky should try and encourage the person to have a threesome, so we both would benefit as opposed to one being left watching.
After watching for few moments, I wandered off and while getting myself a beer, found myself stood next to a handsome black guy; he was about 5'11 and well toned, stronger looking than me. As I checked him out, he noticed me looking and without hesitation, offered me a drink. I accepted and we got chatting, he was called Jay and was bisexual; his wife was aware of this, she didn't mind but did not get involved in his 'other side'. I told Jay about Katie's acceptance of my sexuality and he said I was very lucky, that he'd love to meet her. As we talked we slowly found ourselves standing closer and closer and during a lull in the conversation, he leant forward and kissed me on the lips. I responded and his tongue entered my mouth, which I sucked on eagerly. As Jay's strong arms pulled me closer to him, I could feel his erection through his jeans and I was sure he could feel mine.
I was slightly nervous but when I opened my eyes, no-one was paying us any attention; in fact we were one of loads of same sex couples there that night. Jay pulled me tighter against him; his kisses were quite rough and I felt like the submissive; this strong black man could do whatever he wanted to me. Jay broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to suck my cock?"
I said, "Yes", when suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and Katie was there.
"Who's your new friend?" she asked and I made the introductions. Katie later explained that she'd noticed Jay and me and given the choice, decided that the potential for a threesome with another guy was preferable to her.
We all chatted for a while and after leaving to go to the bar, I returned to find Katie & Jay all over each other, his hands groping her ass, while Katie pulled him against her, no doubt enjoying the feeling of his cock against her thigh. She noticed my arrival and turned to me, kissing me on the lips and saying, "Fancy going back to the hotel? Jay's agreed to come back for some fun". I hardly needed to answer that; we all finished our drinks straightaway and got a taxi to the hotel.
