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 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.