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 My Wife's First Extra Guy Was Black and Massive

   My wife and I were out drinking on a hot August night in 2007 when we
spotted a couple dancing on the floor of the bar.  They were a very
attractive black couple.  He looked to be 10 years older than she was, so
we weren't sure if they had come there together.  My wife was impressed
with his moves.

   "Damn, I wonder if he moves that well off the dance floor?" she said as
she laughed to herself.  She was pretty buzzed.

   He was very muscular and taller than me, with a shaved head and a
goatee. For some time it had been a fantasy of ours to have a third person
in bed with us.  We had experimented with toys as a substitute for a real
second guy.  But, prior to that night we never had the courage to go
through with it.  Yet, it was always in the back of our minds, and I had
often encouraged her to explore her sexuality with another guy.

   After the couple finished dancing they went their separate ways.  That
answered our question about whether or not they were there together.  My
wife watched his ass go by, and giggled again.

   My wife is pretty hot for a 40-year-old (37 when this happened) at 5'8",
140 lbs, and a 36C rack.  She still gets her share of attention.  The black
guy she was ogling at caught her checking him out, and sent a drink over.
He didn't realize that she was married at first.  Later he said that didn't
make any difference.

   After he sent the drink over, she went over and thanked him.  She
introduced herself, explaining that she was indeed married (she pointed
toward me).  I waved, and they both came over to join me.

   He said, "Sorry man, I thought she was here alone.  She's so fine I had
to say hi." I chuckled and said, "That's ok man.  She loves the
attention... trust me." He looked surprised at my reaction, and asked me if
I minded if he danced with her.  I just replied, "No problem man.  You are
a better dancer than I am.  She would probably enjoy the change of pace."

   They headed off to the floor and danced very well together.  As they
moved to the music he was all over her, grabbing her ass.  They returned
and she was red in the face from the heat out there.  "Oh my god I'm so
hot," she exclaimed, as she removed her shirt to expose her tank top
underneath.  That gave the guy she had been dancing with a real eye full
(she had left her bra at home).

   Her nipples were very erect, and her thin tank top made her breasts look
even bigger than usual.  "Yes you are," he said, and we all laughed it off.
But I knew he meant it as he moved even closer to her.

   We stood around talking for a few minutes before hearing the bartender
announce `last call.' Our new black friend turned to us and said, "I live
nearby.  Why don't we have last call at my place?" as he placed a massive
hand on my wife's slight shoulder.

   My wife looked at me blankly.  She was pretty drunk, but I could tell
what she wanted.  I knew I wanted an opportunity for her to try some new
sexy things too.  "Sounds like a plan," I said, and nodded my approval.

   We all left together and got into a cab.  My wife sat between us, and I
could see in the darkness that our new friend's hand was on her knee.  She
made no move to remove it.  We arrived at his house and piled out into the
heat of the night.  "Don't worry, my place is nice and cool," he said,
smiling.

   We got into his place and he poured us shots, even though we really
didn't need them at that point.  "To life," I said, and we downed what was
probably our ninth shot of the night.  He turned around and fiddled with
some sound equipment, and we heard soft music come on.

   It was a small one-room apartment.  It had a bed in it, and a couch.  My
wife and I sat on the edge of the bed while he fiddled with the window
blinds.  "Nosey neighbors," he whispered, and came to sit with us on the
bed.

   My wife was again sitting between us.  This time our new black friend
made no effort to hide his movements as he put his hands on her.  He placed
a hand on her knee while asking if we wanted anything else.  Not quite sure
how to respond, I put my hand on her shoulder and asked her if she wanted a
drink or anything.

   "Sure," she said sheepishly.  He replied, while looking at me, "The
bottle is on the counter, and the glasses are on the fridge." So I went and
searched for the bottle and glasses.  I turned to find the black guy's arm
around my wife's back, and his lips on her neck.

   He was nibbling and kissing my wife, right in front of me.  She was not
resisting!  I think we both knew that could be the situation that could
lead to her experiencing sex with another guy.  Again, even though she
looked scared, she did not move away from him.

   She had her hand on his knee.  I stopped, poured myself a drink, and
watched the action.  After a few moments I went over to them and knelt down
in front of my wife, while he continued to make his way down her neck to
her breasts.  I smiled as I noticed that her eyes were closed.

   I pulled down the strap of her tank top, exposing her nipples to the
air...  and to our new friend.  He immediately took the cue and began
hungrily sucking alternately on both of her tits while she moaned silently.

   Then he laid her back on the bed and stood up to remove his shirt.  She
opened her eyes to watch him, and to study his body.  While he did that, I
finished removing her shirt and began to kiss her.  I think we both knew
what was about to happen.  He dropped his pants, revealing what must have
been a 10-inch cock.  It was massive!  My wife gasped and looked at me.

   "It's ok honey," I said, "I believe this is what you want." She looked
drunkenly happy.  He straddled her tummy, and moved her hand to his rock
hard cock.  She began stroking his massive manhood as I slid to the floor,
gently removing her pants and panties from behind him.

   I stood over them and watched the action.  She fondled his large hard
cock.  Then as she played with him, he leaned over her and began to kiss
her.  He moved back and slowly lifted up her legs.  I took my shirt off
next, and dropped my pants to the floor.

   Then he bent forward and gently moved her body to the head of the bed.
Her eyes caught mine as he slowly pushed his way inside her.  She gasped
and reached for my hand to hold, for comfort.  I took her hand.  She
squeezed it like she was giving birth.

   He began pumping her harder and harder.  She yelped with what I was sure
was a combination of pain and pleasure.  He wasn't even all the way in yet.
Soon he was.  I sat down next to them as they began to fuck like rabbits.
She soon let go of my hand and grabbed his arm as her face contorted with
the signs of an extended orgasm.

   When he let go and came inside her, he slammed her head into the
headboard accidentally, and made her cum again at the same time.  "Oh god,"
she yelled, as he drilled her hard and she squirted all over him.

   Drained, he pulled out.  She looked sheepish as the cum he released
inside her began to spill out onto his bed.  "Damn that was nice," he
exclaimed under heavy breath, as he rolled onto his side.

   I leaned over and kissed my wife while caressing her head.  I handed her
a towel that I found sitting on the side table.  She wiped some of the
sweat and cum from between her legs, and I kissed the sweat from her chest.
Then I sucked at her nipples and kissed her belly...  on down to her
pussy...  licking and sucking at her.  and making her moan all over again.

   Since that night nearly three years ago we have invited a number of
other guys to join us for three-way play.  That was the night my wife
decided she loved having a variety of cocks play within her...  especially
black cocks.  So, at least half of the guys she has since seduced to join
us have been black.

   I love watching my wife get plowed by the cocks of other guys, and then
cuddling with her afterward.
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