“To bed, silly, where I think that we’re about to have the best fuck that we’ve ever had. Then we have a lot to talk about. While we’re there, you can explain to me how it is that you know what a ‘Queen of Spades’ is and just where you picked up the term ‘airtight’.”
And talk about it we did. For the next couple of weeks, we discussed my desire to be the focal point and the sex toy used by three black strangers. We discovered that Tom had some kinks too. He freely admitted that he would love to watch while I was being used.
Fearing that we might be deviants of some sort we also did a little research. We discovered that Tom wasn’t the only husband who subconsciously wanted his wife to fuck other men and I wasn’t the only woman that wanted to be ravished by a group of men, black men.
Once we had come to understand and accept each other’s feelings we began to discuss how we could safely make this happen. It was clear that there would be some risk and we talked about ways to minimize that risk. We talked and talked and talked.
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As you can appreciate, Elise took a major risk telling Tom about her most secret craving and fortunately, Tom took it well. To say that things have been tense in the house since Elise revealed her latent desire to be used would be an understatement. Both Elise and Tom discussed the changed dynamic between them almost constantly throughout the weekend. On Monday, they each went off to work where they would try to be productive while the internal conflict raged just under the surface.
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Tom
My mind has been in a state of turmoil all weekend long. The only thing that I’ve been able to think of was my beautiful wife, naked on our bed, with a black man between her wide-spread thighs thrusting his long black shaft into her pussy. I carried those thoughts with me on the way to work on Monday and struggled all day long to disengage my mind so that I could get some work done.
No matter what I did or how hard I tried, I had serious trouble keeping my mind on my job as I wondered how to make this tantalizing fantasy into a reality. By Wednesday my best friends, James and Andy, had both cornered me, trying to find out what was wrong.
By Friday, after a stress-filled week, I felt like I had reached a viable solution. I was worried about Elise and me being alone with three black strangers. If I could get my two best friends to stand by while Elise fucked those black men that she wanted so badly, I would feel much more comfortable with the situation. The problem would be getting both of them and Elise to agree.
All day Friday I worried over, considered, and rejected solutions to the problem. What would I do and how would I feel if James or Andy asked me to help protect their wives in a similar situation? When the final solution hit me, I dismissed it out of hand, hoping that there might be another way. Try as I might, I was unable to come up with another alternative. The only enticement I could think of was to offer them the chance to fuck Elise before she had her tryst with the blacks.
If I were being honest, I knew that I would find the offer appealing if the situation were reversed and tomorrow night would be the ideal opportunity to approach them.
Elise and I were attending a party tomorrow, Saturday night, and James, Andy, and their wives would be there too. I would talk to them then and, if they agreed, I would have to find some way to convince Elise. The hard-on tenting my pants was all the proof I needed to confirm that this was something I wanted to happen. That’s what made it the perfect solution. If you are going to share your wife, what could be better than sharing her with your friends?
When we arrived at the party on Saturday night, things were already going full force. At first Elise and I walked around as a couple, greeting the people that we knew and meeting new acquaintances and potential friends. After about an hour or so, we split up and began to seek out our special friends.
There must have been thirty or more people here tonight. I was sure that this was the perfect time to corner James and Andy with my proposition. I still hadn’t decided exactly how to broach the subject. I mean what’s the right way to tell your best friends that your wife wanted to fuck three black guys and that you wanted them to stand in as bodyguards. Oh, and by the way, if you agree, I’ll let you fuck my wife too.
I felt that tonight would be the perfect time to take action since it might be some time before a better opportunity came along. Once my mind was made up, I looked around trying to find my friends. I finally located them across the room, talking to someone that I didn’t know, and headed their way. When I joined the three of them, it seemed to take forever before the other guy left so that I could get James and Andy alone.
At first, the three of us just stood there as the awkward silence grew. They were still upset that I had not shared with them what it was that had been bothering me all week. Little did they know that they were about to find out and it was a doozy. I don’t remember which one broke the silence but finally one of them asked me if I was in a better mood than I had been all week. All I could manage was a nod.
Andy was the first one to let his frustration get the better of him and he called me on it saying, “I don’t know what your problem is but you have been a shit pretty much all week. Frankly, it doesn’t seem like things have improved much tonight either.”
I let out a deep sigh. “You’re right. Something has been bothering me. I’ve got to ask you a favor and I don’t know how to start. It involves Elise.”
James had always had an eye for my wife and he jumped right into the conversation at that point. “Hell man, your wife is a subject we’re always willing to talk about. Now don’t get me wrong, my wife’s a doll and I love her to death, but Elise is a cut above. She is one hot lady. I can’t see what your problem could be with her.”
Still at a loss for a good way to broach the subject, I just went for it. “Elise and I have only known each other sexually. She says that she is feeling a little constrained by that and wants to experiment a little.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised by the response from Andy. “No offense man, but Elise can experiment with me any time.”
Ignoring his generous, if self-serving offer, I pressed on. “Look guys, I don’t know of any graceful way to say this so I’m just going to spit it out. Elise wants to have a one-night fling.”
James had a funny look on his face when he said, “A fling? One night? What does she mean by a fling?”
Okay. At least it was finally on the table. I either had to go forward or back off and think of another option. But there wasn’t another option that I could think of. “She wants to have a one-night fling with three black men.” There, I said it! Now all I could do was wait to see what their response would be.
James’ jaw dropped, “Are you for real?” he exploded.
A moment later Andy followed with, “Shit hot! Damn man, I wish my wife would do that so I could watch. You lucky bastard.”
James and I turned and looked at Andy. I’m not sure but our mouths must have been hanging open as we both watched his face flush red hot once he realized what he had just said.
For the past week, there had been a picture lodged in my mind of Elise and her three blacks. That image was suddenly pushed aside by an image of Andy’s lovely, petite Asian wife Miko being used by three blacks. My mind kept jumping back and forth between the two until I think my eyes might have crossed.
Finally, I broke the silence and declared, “I need a drink.”
“Sounds like a great idea to me,” James piped up.
“Make it a strong one,” Andy replied. “And then we need to do some serious talking.”
Once we all had a drink, we found a secluded corner where we could talk without being overheard. It was also out of the traffic pattern so we would probably be left alone which wasn’t a bad thing either.
Andy could hardly contain himself when we finally settled in. “Is she asking your permission? Are you going to let her do it? Shit, I’d pay good money to watch something like that.”
It was pretty clear that Andy wouldn’t be a problem but James had been quiet since I dropped my bomb. “James, we haven’t heard anything from you,” I said.
James took a sip of his drink and then leaned back against the wall. “How the hell do you expect me to carry on a coherent conversation when all I can see is Elise fucking three black men. I’m pretty sure that what you think about it is more important than what I think.”
Suddenly the music seemed louder and I was pretty sure that I was developing a headache.
I stood there contemplating what James had just said, trying to formulate an answer. I certainly didn’t want to offend either of my best friends. Of course, it didn’t seem like Andy was going to be a problem at all.
“James, I think it’s fair to say that it was a pretty big surprise when Elise first brought it up. I was just a little shocked and even hurt, but she quickly made it clear that it wasn’t about me or our sex life. It was about her and something she felt that she had missed out on because she’s only known me.
“That isn’t all. She finally forced me to admit that I had often dreamt of her having sex with another man, but a black man? Hell, three black men? She wants to have a black cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth at the same time. She says that she wants to know what it feels like to be used and treated like a slut. I’m not sure that I get it, but I can tell you this. The idea is the most erotic thing that I have ever thought about doing and I’m on board.”
“Holy shit!” Andy exclaimed. “Tom, you’ve got to take pictures. I know that I have no right to ask but I’d love to see them. Interracial sex is a huge turn-on for Miko and me. I’ve never watched anyone having interracial sex. I’ve never known anyone that has had interracial sex. I’ll pay you for the pictures, just name your price or tell me what you want from me.”
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