My Wife's Wonderful Black Experience

I recently began sharing my wife with guys we meet on 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: 

James is his name.  He is a handsome, big, strong black man... 6'3, medium build.  He has an easy-going way that is warm, welcoming and comfortable.  He is confident and intelligent... respectful and giving.  He is also well traveled and a gentleman.  

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!  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.  Heavy makeup, and a very form-fitting dress, with open heels.  Not 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.  I pulled one of his hands towards 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, ready to be fucked by a strange big black man, with my husband happily looking on!  Jeezus.

James' hand moved down to my knee, 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 my wetness immediately, and began moving his fingers, flitting them in and out of my folds, pulling my wetness all around.  I moaned a little whimper... softly but urgently... trying to silently convey my only thought: "please fuck me."

His finger drove deep.  He found my G-spot immediately.  I moved with him, fucking his hand and fingers so nicely.  A long continuous, heart-racing, breath-altering orgasm, there for all (who may have been looking) to see.  Oh my.  Oh my... oh my... oh my.

I reached under the table 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, 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 a skipped 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," James coolly replied, as he kept her eyes focused on his face, not his hand (which he kept perfectly still, with his finger still inserted in me).  My muscles twitched.  I tightened my hold on his finger, just a small isolated movement that no one could see.  It was part nerves, part excitement at the 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 just tell you my very favorite sexual moment of that night.  Ok, maybe my two favorites.

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 thought, "What a lucky, lucky lady I am 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 his finger found my ass, and probed a bit.  Troy's finger still 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.  He was standing by the side of the bed, pulling my hips up off the bed so he could pump me deep.  He was fucking me hard.  I was climaxing again, and as always... I was rushing it.  "Slow down," he said.  I did, appreciating the reminder to take my time and enjoy each and every sensation, and not always being so frantic.

I can't help myself sometimes, sex 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 me fucking another man.  I told him I loved fucking such a big strong black man... while James continued to hammer away inside me.  

So...  those were some highlights.  All in all, a very wonderful evening indeed... and not our last one with James.