I Shared My Wife with a Black Gentleman

I recently began sharing my wife with guys we have meet through the Internet.  The last two have been black men.  The first guy was okay, but the second guy was great.  

He was the nicest, most considerate man to both my wife and me.  He had a pretty large cock, but he made no mention of it before we met him.  We both thought that was pretty classy of him to get us to like him for who he was, rather than for the size of his cock.  

Here is my wife's description of our encounter: 
Troy

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His name is James.  He is a handsome big strong black man, 6'3, medium build.  He has an easygoing way that is warm, welcoming, and comfortable.  He is confident, intelligent,  respectful, giving and well traveled.  He was a gentleman toward both me and my husband.  

We spoke online for a few weeks before we met.  Funny, but we never got that graphic at all.  Oh we flirted, but nothing very specific.  I did tell him, however, that I probably would not be wearing panties under my dress when we met at the restaurant.  He seemed to like that idea.

So we met and had a few glasses of cheap wine and a mediocre meal at a lousy chain restaurant.  He had offered to pay but asked me to choose, so I could not pick an expensive place!  So I went for privacy.  Anyway, we had great conversation.  He and Troy hit it off right away.  

I came in on Troy's arm, too dressy for the place.  I had on heavy makeup, and a very form-fitting dress, with open heels.  I wasn't slutty, but a little suggestive for this surrounding.  Troy was also dressed nice, to make me feel more comfortable.  At the table I sat down on James' side of the booth, and it was not long before our legs were rubbing, and his arm was around me.  What a slut I was!  Troy smiled from across the table.

I kept staring at James' hands while he talked with Troy.  They were dark and large and looked so strong.  His fingers were long, and his nails well groomed.  After a while I just could not resist anymore, and I pulled one of his hands toward me so I could rub and stroke it.  It came to life!  He stopped his conversation and returned my rubbing, moving his hand up to my face and neck and hair... soft caresses.  Mmmmmmm, I responded immediately.

There was only one table near us that was filled, and James' body blocked their view of me.  I kissed him just a little hesitantly.  He returned it, deeply.  By then my demeanor, my movements, my sounds had changed.  I was fully aroused.  Right there in Ruby Tuesday, I was ready to be fucked by a strange big black man with my husband happily looking on!  Jeezus.

His hand moved quickly down to my knee, then my thigh.  My dress was just naturally hiked up high because it was tight and I was sitting.  His hand moved up and down the inside of my thigh without hesitation.  Oh my.  I tried to show some semblance of composure, because somewhere in there I wanted to be a lady just a bit longer with my legs together, unyielding.  

But, fuck no.  I had to feel him.  The slut prevailed over the lady with little resistance whatsoever.  I spread my legs and pushed myself toward his lovely fingers.  He found the wetness immediately, and began moving his fingers, flitting them in and out of my folds, pulling the wetness all around.  I moaned a little whimper, softly but urgently, trying to silently convey my only thought "please fuck me."

His finger drove deeper.  He found my G-spot immediately.  I moved with him, fucking his hand and feeling so nice.  Oh my.  Oh my, oh my, oh my.

I reached for his cock.  Oh.  My.  God.  It was very hard, and it was very big.  It felt so nice through the soft smooth fabric of his pants, almost satiny, maybe silk.  Whatever it was, it made for soft smooth easy strokes on his cock, and I relished it.  

I told Troy how big it was.  Troy was loving all of this, saying "See why I love this.  See why I want help."  James agreed wholeheartedly, and kept fingering me.  I kicked my shoe off and slid down a little so I could reach Troy's cock with my foot.  It too was hard, and I stroked it with my foot.  

The waitress came unexpectedly.  We were all three distracted and not keeping an eye out.  I think she saw, she must have seen, James' hand up my dress.  And she had seen me come in with Troy.  

She did not react.  Maybe she skipped a heartbeat, a quickened breath only, almost indiscernible as she maintained her composure and politely asked us if we needed anything more.  

"No just the check please," said James calmly as he kept her eyes focused on his face, not his hand, which he kept perfectly still, with his finger still inserted.  My muscles twitched.  I tightened my hold on his finger, just a small isolated movement no one could see.  It was part nerves, part excitement at the semi-exposure.

We soon decided to move the venue to a nearby hotel, so we settled up.  I hope the waitress was tipped well, I really do.

Let me tell you my very favorite sexual moment of that night.  Ok, maybe my two favorite moments.

At one point Troy was sucking and biting my left nipple and James was on my right.  Troy's finger was probing my pussy.  Both men looked up at me, and I rubbed their heads, what a splendid wonderful moment.  I felt that I was a lucky, lucky lady to have two men adoring me, pleasuring my body.  

Then, James' finger soon became involved too.  He must've touched Troy's hand at some point.  I could not tell exactly what was going on, but it all excited me beyond belief.  Then James' finger found my ass, and probed a bit.  Troy's finger still was in my pussy.  I pushed against both men, fucking both fingers, one in my pussy and one in my ass.  Oh Jeezus, God help me.  I felt so fucking good.

Another time I loved was when I was fucking James, him standing by the side of the bed, pulling me up off the bed to reach his cock, fucking me hard.  I was cumming again, and as always, was rushing it.  

"Slow down" he said.  I did, appreciating the reminder to take my time and enjoy each and every sensation, not always so frantic (I can't help myself sometimes, it just feels so good, and I get carried away!) 

"I think Troy needs a kiss," said James.  He was right.  Troy reached over me from above on the bed, and we kissed passionately.  Then he whispered dirty things in my ear about fucking another man.  I told him I loved fucking a big strong black man... while James continued to hammer away inside me.  

So...  those were some highlights.  All in all, it was a very wonderful evening indeed.

