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 Hubby Got to Watch a Strong Black Guy Fuck Me

   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:

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

   We spoke online for a few weeks before we met.  Funny, but we never got
that graphic with each other 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 my husband hit it off right away.

   I came in on my husband's arm, too dressy for the place (heavy makeup,
and a very form fitting dress with open heels...  not slutty, but a little
too suggestive for that surrounding).  My husband was also dressed nice
too, make me feel more comfortable.  At the table I sat down on Calvin'
side of the booth.  It was not long before our legs were rubbing and his
arm was around me.  What a slut I was!  My hubby smiled from across the
table.

   I kept staring at Calvin's hands while he talked with my husband.  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, and I
pulled one of his hands toward 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 Calvin' 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, I was ready to
be fucked by a the big black man, with my husband happily looking on! 
Jeezus.

   His hand moved down quickly to my knee, my thigh.  My dress was 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 cumming so nicely, a long continuous heart
racing, breath altering orgasm, there for all to see.  Oh my.  Oh my, oh
my, oh my.

   I reached 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 whispered to my husband how big it was.
He was loving all of this, saying, "See why I love this.  See why I want
help."

   Calvin agreed wholeheartedly, and kept fingering me.  I kicked my shoe
off and slid down a little so I could reach my husband's cock with my foot.
It too was hard, and I stroked it with my foot.

   The waitress came, unexpectedly.  We were all 3 distracted, not keeping
an eye out.  I think she saw, she must have seen, Calvin's hand up my cunt.
And she had seen me come in with my husband.

   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," said Calvin coolly, as he kept her eyes
focused on his face, not his hand, which he kept perfectly still, with the
finger still inserted.  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 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 my husband was sucking and biting my left nipple and Calvin
was on my right.  My husband's finger was probing my pussy.  Both men
looked up at me, and I rubbed their heads.  What a splendid, wonderful
moment.  What a lucky, lucky lady I was to have two men adoring me,
pleasuring my body.

   Then Calvin's finger soon became involved also.  He must've touched my
husband'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.  My husband's finger was 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.  It felt so fucking good.

   Another time I loved was when I was fucking Calvin, him standing by the
side of the bed, pulling me up off the bed to reach his cock, fucking me
hard.  I was cumming, again, and as always was rushing it.  "Slow down," he
said.  I did, appreciating the reminder to take my time and enjoy each and
every sensation, not always so frantic (sometimes I can't help myself, it
just feels so good, and I get carried away!).

   "I think your husband needs a kiss," said Calvin.  He was right.  My
hubby reached over me from above on the bed, and we kissed passionately. 
Then he whispered dirty things in my ear about fucking another man, and I
told him I loved fucking the big black dick, while Calvin hammered away.

   Those were some highlights.  All in all, it was a very wonderful evening
indeed.