I’d just about given on my wife. Our sex life had become repetitive and boring but she either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. I casually mentioned involving some one else but she ended up calling me pervert and other such names. I’d tried everything, ads on the web, magazines, I even enticed her into a swingers club, trouble was, as soon as she sussed it I was back to square one. My sex life was so boring I was even considering divorce.
Then I got this strange e-mail in response to an ad I had forgotten about. It read, “Saw your advertisement on Contact UK. I’m a tall well endowed educated doctor and think I may have the answer to your problem.” It ended with a telephone number.
I quickly scanned the contact site and sure enough, there was the ad I had placed a good six months earlier. It read, “Mature well endowed non smoker required to help seduce reluctant wife.” It described Helen in some detail, 5’6”, blond, brown eyes, 38DD tits and shaven pussy. Loves to dress to please but totally against swinging. Would require patience and cunning.
I’d received a lot of e-mails in the early days but they all lost the plot. It was the usual round of, “I’ve got a 10” cock and would love to shove it up your wife’s shaven cunt.” Not one of them understood the challenge and I’d all but given up. I didn’t bother replying to this ad but for some reason I didn’t delete it either. Over the next few days I kept thinking about it and eventually, when feeling particularly randy one afternoon I called the number.
“Dr Roberts,” a cultured voice answered. “Oh, hi, my names Tony, you replied to an advertisement I placed with Contact UK.”
“Ah yes, I’ve been expecting your call.” His voice was deep, confident and calm. We chatted for quiet some time and I explained my problem in some depth. We ended up arranging to meet that coming Saturday. “How will I know you?” I asked, “don’t worry, I’ll know you.” There was something strange about this guy but I just couldn’t place it and by Saturday I was all nerves. I arrived at the hotel a few minutes early and found a vacant table in the lobby. I was busy reading the paper when a deep voice said, “hi, you must be Tony.” I looked up to find the blackest man I had even seen. He wasn’t just brown, he was deep black. He stood about 6’3” and from what I could see he was very fit. “Dr Roberts, but please, call me Mathew.”
I was rather stunned, I hadn’t for one minute considered this guy might be black. His cultured voice did nothing to give it away and even the name, Roberts, sounded English. This was going to be hard enough but I knew there was no way Helen would even think about entertaining a black man. “Look, Dr Roberts, Mathew, I think I’ve wasted your time ….” He stopped me with a wave of his hand. “Don’t let my colour put you off, you have a problem and I have the answer, I promise you my friend, my colour will not come into it.” This guy was so self ensured I felt almost compelled to listen. “All we have to do is find a way of getting her to my surgery, I’ll do the rest.” We agreed on a plan where I would tell Helen that we had to attend a medical for our health insurance renewal, she fell for it hook line and sinker.
On the day in question she readily accompanied me to Dr Roberts office in London. He actually was a real Doctor with a practice in Harley Street. After 20 or minutes she came out. “How’d you get on?” I asked, “oh, he’s found something wrong with my blood pressure and put me on a course of tablets.” Dr Roberts called me in and explained that in addition to the tablets he had prescribed, I was to slip another pill into her drink about an hour before making love. He gave me a weeks supply and suggested we meet again the following Saturday in the same hotel. This time I was to bring Helen.
During the next few days, I secretly slipped a pill in her drink and sat back to see what would happen. After about 30 minutes, she started to shift about on the sofa. Then she would brush her hands over her tits, twitching as though an electric current had been passed through them. “You OK?” I asked, “Yes fine, why?”
“Oh nothing, you seemed a bit restless, that’s all.” She moved closer to me. “Maybe I’m feeling a bit randy,” she purred rubbing her hand over my flies. “Why don’t I go and slip into something a little more comfortable. Give me five minutes and come on up.” I couldn’t believe my ears, her asking me for sex, this was a first. I waited the five minutes and went upstairs. She was lying on bed wearing stockings and suspenders and ramming a large pink dildo in and out of her cunt. “Hmmmm, sorry, love, I just couldn’t wait.” I’d bought her the dildo a couple of years ago and having tried to use it on her once she complained that she didn’t like it and it was relegated to the wardrobe. Now, here she was, shoving it up her so hard her cunt was foaming.
No sooner had I stripped off than she grabbed my prick and wrapped her lips round it, taking me deep into her mouth. Now she was never really one for giving blow jobs and she definitely wouldn’t entertain the idea of me coming in her mouth but now, she just licked and sucked until I exploded. She drank every drop and sucked me hard again. “That was lovely, now I need you to fuck me.” This was not the Helen I had come to know and for the next few hours she had me fucking her in every position possible and still wanted more.
The next day I got a call from Mathew. “How was it, did she tire you out?” How the hell did he know. I told him what happened. “Good, now repeat the performance tonight, and this time suggest to her that maybe one man is not enough to satisfy her needs.” He hung up.
That night, the same thing happened, only this time after shooting my load for the third time I told her I was spent. As I lay there panting for breath she was busy fucking herself with the dildo again. “I think you need some more cock,” I said as she approached her orgasm. “We’ll have to get you some nice big stud to ram his cock up that hungry little cunt of yours.”