My Wife's First Extra Guy Was a Black Gentleman

Wow!  This just happened, and I have to share it with all your readers.  

My wife and I went out last night (Saturday), and met a man that may change everything.  We were eating when this large black man came in and sat at the bar.  He was in a very nice suit, minus the tie, and very good-looking.  He had medium dark skin, short hair and a goatee.  

He sat alone for about 20 minutes, and I saw my wife look at him a few times.  He was sitting so that she could see his face, but I had to turn a little to see him.  I could see his reflection in a mirror behind my wife, so I knew he was not with anyone.  

She and I had talked about her being with another man, but we never made plans to go through with it.  After a few glasses of wine I got up the nerve to ask if she liked what she saw.  She didn't even hesitate.  She said, "Yes."  I smiled at her and suggested that she go to the bar and get us a couple of drinks, and to talk to him.  

After about five minutes she nervously got up and went toward him, but ended up going to the restroom.  She was gone a while, but when she was coming back she actually went to the bar, stood beside him, and ordered drinks for us.  At that point I got up and went to the restroom myself, so if she looked back at our table and didn't see me she would feel more comfortable talking with him longer.  

I was so hard when I got to the restroom stall that I had to bend over to piss, and there was pre-cum dripping from my dick as soon as I got it out.  As soon as I was finished I went back, but not to our table.  I wanted to see them talking, if in fact she had to nerve to speak with him.  

I was able to get close to them, but could not hear them talking.  But I could hear my wife laughing, and that was a good sign.  She was sitting beside him and facing him in her chair.  They almost looked like a couple that had come there together.  

I let them chat for another 10 minutes, then I went back to the table.  I ordered two more glasses of wine for when she returned.  I had to, because she had given my drink to her new friend while they were talking and laughing.  

She finally returned, and he got up and left the bar.  She sat down directly beside me (not across the table as we were sitting before).  She leaned over, starting kissing my neck, and said, "Lets get out of here."  

Once we were in the car she told me she loved me, and wanted to know if I was serious about her being with another man.  I said, "Of course I am."  She then showed me the palm of her hand.  It had the guy's name and phone number written on it!  

She got out two pieces of paper and wrote down the information.  She put one copy in her pocketbook, and one in my wallet.  She told me she made plans with him to get together next weekend, "If you don't mind."  I thought things were moving a little too fast, but she seemed so excited that I could not say no.  

I found out later that he was just wasting some time at the bar before heading to the airport to catch a plane for a business trip.  While driving home I reached over and started rubbing my wife's leg.  She quickly spread her legs so I could feel her pussy.  She was so wet that the entire front of her panties were soaked.  

She turned and put her left leg on the seat back, and her right leg in the floor.  I had two fingers in her for the next 15 minutes of the ride home.  Once we got home we made sure the kids were OK, and went straight to bed.  She usually takes a while in the bathroom before bed, but that night she was in bed in 30 seconds.  

We fucked for over an hour, doing our usual and routine stuff, and even some stuff we hadn't done in quite a while.  Afterward we talked, and she wanted to know if I thought another man would enjoy being with her.  My answer was, "ABSOLUTELY YES!"  

I knew she was still hot, so I started kissing her again, and going down on her.  She stopped me and said she wanted to clean up before I did that, but I would not let her up.  I wanted to clean her up with my mouth, so she knew that would be what I want to do when she came back from her date next week.  

After she came two times from my tongue, I asked her to call the number and leave him a message.  She said it was too soon, but I got her cell phone and dialed the number.  She tried to push it away, but when she heard his voice saying, "Leave a message," she grabbed the phone and told him that she really wanted to see him on Saturday night, and for him to call her whenever he wanted to make the plans.  

I was kissing her nipples while she was talking, so she sounded out of breath the whole time.  We fucked one more time after she left the message, and then we finally went to sleep around 3 AM.  

I really had no idea where things were going.  I was hard all the next morning, but we hadn't talked about it yet.  I knew she wanted it to happen.  

My wife called me that day and asked me if I could come home for lunch.  She hadn't done that before.  When I got home she said that she had a phone call from the black guy she had met Saturday night, and had to share it with me in person.  I learned that the guy's name is John.  She hadn't actually spoken with him.  He had called her cell phone, and when she recognized his number she freaked out, and could not answer.  

He left her a message to call him to talk about the upcoming weekend, and to decide where they would meet.  She was out of breath just talking about it with me, so I knew she was hot for this guy, and it was for real.  

I sat down on our couch and pulled her down in front of me so her back was to my chest.  She leaned back, and I began to rub her tits and play with her already erect nipples.  She tried to resist, but she was already too hot.  I unbuttoned the front of her shirt, and had her left tit in one hand.  I was using my other hand to unbutton her jeans so I could relieve her with an orgasm.  

She slid her jeans off, onto the floor.  I couldn't believe my eyes at how wet her panties were.  The front was soaked and glistening like ice crystals.  I rubbed her pussy through her panties, and she was rolling her ass all over the couch.  I asked her if she wished I were John doing that to her.  She turned her head to kiss me, and said, "Hell Yes!" 

She said she wanted to go to the bedroom, but I made her stay right where we were.  She was almost screaming, but I didn't want her to be completely satisfied.  I wanted her to build up all week until she is finally with this John, and then let go like an animal in heat.  

I told her I had to get back to work (which I really didn't).  I told her I would help her cum before I left, but under one condition.  She said anything I wanted I could have.  She was still sitting in front of me.  I had full access to her body, and was working her nipples through her bra, and her pussy through her panties.  

I told her that if she would call me John, and tell me what she wanted, that I would make her cum really good.  She didn't waste any time.  She said, "Please John... I need you to make me cum so badly."  I slid my hand under the front of her panties and she pumped her pussy up off the couch.  She grabbed my hand and pushed it down until she got the results she was looking for.  She said, "Make me cum John, and I will do the same for you."  

She was out of control like I had not seen in years, and I was loving it.  She turned her head to kiss me again and whispered, "Please fuck me John.  Oh John, please fuck me."  I went to work on her swollen pussy lips and clit just the way she likes it.  She was in full orgasm for about 90 seconds, and then started to come back down to earth, which took another 2 or 3 minutes.  

I let her get herself and her clothes together, and watched her scamper to the bathroom to clean up.  The couch looked like someone had spilled a drink on it where she was sitting.  She has always had a very wet pussy, but that was a crazy amount of pussy juice even for her.  

I got a towel and cleaned up the leather on the couch.  I finished just as she came out of the bathroom.  She had on one of my tee shirts, and said she would be waiting for me in bed.  We fucked for a solid hour, and I insisted that she call me John the whole time.  

I went back to work smelling like sex.  She called me to let me know how much she loves me for letting her have her fantasy.  

The week leading up to her meeting with John went by quickly.  We talked about it a few times, but our lives are so busy with work and kids that we mostly just smiled and laughed.  

The "Date" was planned for Saturday night.  About 4 PM she took her shower and shaved in all the right places.  My wife keeps her bush trimmed thin and narrow, in a straight line above her pussy (I love it).  I took the kids to their grandparent's house for the night while she finished getting dressed.  

I got ready when I returned from dropping off the kids, and she was standing at the door ready for her evening.  My role was to take her to the restaurant and to meet John myself, then leave them for the evening.  When we got there she was more nervous than I had seen her in a long time.  She asked me if I really wanted her to do it, and I replied by kissing her with all the tongue I could get into her mouth.  She sucked my tongue to let me know she was hot and ready.  

We got into the restaurant and found John at the bar.  He had drinks waiting on us as he greeted my wife with a big hug, and me with a firm handshake.  After the introductions were out of the way our table was ready, but John asked if he could speak with me alone for a bit.  My wife agreed, and she went to the table alone while we stayed at the bar.  

John began by assuring me that she would be well taken care of, and that he would bring her home any time I wanted.  We sat and talked for about 15 minutes.  The more we talked, the more I liked the guy.  I even asked him to play golf with me the following week.  I knew my wife was getting anxious, so I told him that I was leaving, and that we could talk later in the evening.  

He tried to get me to go to the table and have a drink or two, but I said he had more pressing things to get to, and that we would talk later.  I then gave him a key to a hotel room within walking distance, and told him it was on me.  He was surprised at my willingness to give him my wife for the evening, and to provide the room too.  

When I left the restaurant I moved our car, but stayed in another parking lot where I could see the door and watch them come out and walk to the hotel.  It was nearly two hours later when they left the restaurant and walked toward the hotel.  Once they got there I got a phone call from my wife.  She thanked me for the room, and told me what a great time she and John had talking, and stressed what a gentleman he had been.  

I knew both of them were in for a wild time.  She said he wanted to dance in the hotel lounge for a while before they went up to the room.  I'm such a voyeur!  I went into the same lounge and watched them from across the room.  They mostly slow danced, and he had his hands rubbing slowly all over her back and ass.  To my surprise she did the same to him.  

They kissed from time to time, and that was more of a turn-on for me than anything.  My wife has the softest lips, and she really knows how to use them.  After about an hour they got up from their table and left for the elevator.  I watched as the door closed on the elevator, and knew my wife was about to get her first black dick.  

My phone rang a few minutes later, as I was getting in my car to leave.  It was my wife.  She said she saw me in the lounge, and was trying to give me a good show.  I told her she did a good job, and that I was proud of her for going through with the night.  Before she hung up I could hear them kissing, and she started moaning.  She said, "He's behind me, kissing me on my neck, and I am going crazy."  She then told me she would call me back later, and hung up.  

Damn!  That's no way to leave a man hanging on the phone.  I was hard, and needed to cum as soon as possible, so I pulled into an adult book store.  I went in, bought a hand full of tokens, and went into a booth to watch some movies and jack off.  

I loaded some coins in the slot and started flipping through the movie selections.  I found an interracial movie, and almost exploded right away.  The black guy was hung like a horse, and his slightly chubby white woman was sucking away.  I let my cum go onto the floor in about 60 seconds, and sat back to relax.  

While the couple was still going at it on the screen I got hard again, and came one more time before running out of tokens.  Then I left and went home to wait on my wife to call, or to just show up the next day.  

I fell asleep around 2 AM, and the phone rang about 3 AM.  My wife was in the bathroom of the hotel room.  She sounded a bit tired, but excited at the same time.  She said they had been in bed since she last talked to me, and he was everything she wanted him to be.  She said she wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, if that was OK with me.  

I told her I wanted to pick her up so no one in our neighborhood would see someone else dropping her off.  I also told her not to take a bath before I got there.  She giggled and said she would save something for me.  Needless to say I didn't sleep any after that.  I jacked off three more times while watching interracial porn on the Internet.  

At 9 AM I finally had waited as long as I could, and I called her.  They were both asleep when John answered her phone.  It caught me off guard.  I asked for my wife, but before he could say anything else I asked him if he had a good time.  He told me how he loved fucking my wife, and said he couldn't wait to be with her again.  

He said, "She can stay wet longer than any woman I have ever been with."  He also said he knew I didn't want her to shower before I picked her up, and that he thought that was sexy as hell.  I then heard my wife say, "Let me talk," and she got on the phone with me.  

She said, "Give us an hour, then come and get me at the front door."  I could hear him kissing her, and her moaning and saying, "How can you be so hard again."  I heard him say, "Just hang up the fucking phone."  

I got dressed and went to pick her up.  She was at the door waiting when I got there, with the same clothes she had on the night before.  She slid into the car and kissed me with her tongue leading the way.  I could taste him on her lips, and smell him on her skin.  

We went straight home, which took about 30 minutes.  I was rubbing her pussy the whole time through her panties, and she had my dick out playing with the head, which was soaked with my pre-cum.  She would not let me put my hand inside her panties.  She said she was saving something for me.  

I got her home and straight into the bedroom.  We lay down and began kissing, licking, and tearing off each other's clothes like we were teenagers again.  Her nipples were red, and he had left love bites or hickies on both of them.  I rolled her over and kissed her back and lower back, and worked my way down to her ass cheeks.  

On my way down I could taste and feel his cum on her back where he had shot off on her from behind.  I lingered there a while to get a taste of his cum for the first time.  She just moaned with approval, and wiggled her body back and forth.  I put my hand between her legs and spread them apart.  She was still on her stomach, and she lifted her ass off the bed for my access to anything I desired.  

I first stuck my thumb into her soaking wet pussy and felt their collective juices.  The palm of my hand was quickly soaked along with my thumb.  She then said something that I thought I would never hear my white wife say.  She said, "Please clean me up with your mouth and tongue.  John made such a mess, and I want you to clean me up.  I need you to do that for me so I know you wanted it as much as I did." 

I didn't have to be asked twice.  I rolled her over onto her back.  I could then see his matted cum on her little bit of pussy hair, and started cleaning just as she asked.  I had a finger in her pussy while I was doing my cleaning, and she was rolling all over the bed.  I then took the plunge and started cleaning her pussy, not knowing what to expect.  

After only a few seconds I saw his white cum leaking out the bottom of her pussy, and I went straight to it.  It tasted different than the dried up cum I had cleaned up from other parts of her body.  I let it leak out, and lapped it up as it did.  Then I started sucking on her pussy to get the rest out.  

I did that until she came again, and then just lay there and looked up at her from between her legs.  She looked down, pulled me up, kissed me, and licked the excess cum off my face and lips.  That was definitely new territory for both of us, but we were loving it.  

She said she wanted me to cum for her, so I pulled my body up until my dick was in her face.  She took me in her mouth and began to blow me.  Then she took my balls in her mouth.  I reached back down to finger her well used pussy.  I told her what a hot wife she is, and that this was only the beginning of our new sex life.  

Then she did something she has never done before.  She took my entire dick down her throat.  After the shock of seeing and feeling it, she looked up at me and said that John had taught her how to relax her throat and deep-throat his dick.  Then she told me she wanted me to cum on her tits like John likes to do.  

I could not take any more sexy talk, and told her I was cumming.  She pointed my dick at her right nipple just in time to get the first shot, which landed on the nipple and strung out all the way to her belly button.  The rest she directed to one tit or the other, and then took the head in her mouth and sucked until I was completely empty.  

I fell to the bed, and she laid on top of me.  She spread my cum all over both of our chests.  It all seemed like a dream.  We somehow fell asleep together in all that mess.  When I woke up she was in the shower, so I joined her.  We washed each other off, and got out without a word between us.  We both knew what the other was thinking for the first time in our married life.

This is the first chance I have had to reflect back on that night, and get my words together enough to type them down.  I plan on meeting John this weekend for golf, and I'm sure we will get together with my wife afterward.  This time I will be there to participate.  Who knows what will happen.  

My wife and I have fucked every day this past week, and she has told me how strong John is, and how his dick filled her so fully.  She stressed that she wants me to be in the bed with them next time, to watch, to hold her in my arms, and to share in all their sex play.  I'm really looking forward to that.  
