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 It's hard to believe this day would every come.  Twenty years of marriage
and it's finally going to happen.  I'm Ken and my wife Beverly have been
married since we graduated high school.  We're both 38 years old now.  Our
only child, Kathy just went off to her freshman year in college in another
state.  It was hard getting adjusted without having our only child leave
the house.  This got very quiet around the house.  Beverly and I thought it
would be nice to be able to have our privacy again and perhaps engage in a
little wild sex a few nights a week.

   Well, that didn't go as well as we planned.  After twenty years of
marriage I guess that spark just wasn't there anymore.  Over the past
several weeks I started to make suggestions on how to enhance our marriage.
Over the years we often fantasized about Beverly being with another man. 
That was out of the question with our daughter being home and would
possibly know something strange was up.  She is a very smart girl taking
after her mother.  If fact our daughter Jessica could pass for my wife's
younger sister.

   Beverly always took good care of her body.  Working out almost daily and
eating the right foods.  I'm very proud of my lovely wife.  She turns a lot
of heads when we are out places.  In fact, the way this all got started was
about 3 weeks ago when a black man at the mall started hitting on my wife.

   We came home after eating dinner out that evening and I started to tease
Beverly about the incident.  She shrugged it off at first but later that
night she shocked me by telling me she always had a secret desire to make
love to a black man.  Naturally at the time I thought she was just
confessing a dark fantasy she had but later that night she began talking
about it again.

   Naturally I'm one of those guys that always dreamed about seeing his
wife making love with another man.  I only brought up the subject during
sex over the years to try and enhance our love making sessions.

   This was a bit different this time.  Beverly seemed more serious about
the subject than I would every imagined.  In fact we began browsing ads
that were posted on a swingers web site.  Beverly spent a couple hours
looking at black men who had placed their ads on this site.  She told me
later on that she wasn't really serious about meeting any of those men. 
She just wanted to check out their profiles and see what they had to say.

   She was really horny that night.  I suppose all those pictures of naked
black men got her worked up.  We fucked for two hours that night and
Beverly worked that tight pussy like never before.  She was a different
woman that night.  It brought back memories of when we first got married
and she thought my 5" cock was huge.  Luckily for me she hadn't dated that
many men before we got married.

   We had an intimate talk that night about the size of black cocks and
made comments on how their thickness would stretch her pussy.  She seemed
really excited as we talked that night.  I even went as far as telling her
that her pussy would adjust to a larger size cock once she began dating. 
When I mentioned the word dating she squirmed in the bed a bit.  I could
see just mentioning the word dating seemed to have an impact on the way she
was feeling.  As we talked she reached over and began stroking y cock
again.

   We discussed the whole idea in general.  Beverly started asking me more
questions.  Things like how I would feel knowing she was having sex with
another man.  She asked me if I'd be jealous which I answered her
truthfully not having any idea until it actually happened.  She even went
on to explain if either one of us had issues that she would stop instantly
stop.

   I asked her if she found anyone interesting looking through the ads and
she replied that there were a lot of men that seemed interesting but she
would rather try on her own.  Meaning she would like to explore the idea of
going to one of the clubs in Detroit that was known as a hookup joint.  At
least she could talk to the person and take it from there.  Seemed like
most of the ads she saw online were a bit over her head as far as these men
seemed hardcore and were just trying to fuck white women in bulk rather
than getting to know a person as a friend.

   I got the idea right away that Beverly would rather find someone she
could meet on a regular basis rather than screw around with a lot of
deferent men.  About a week later Beverly asked me if I would take her to
one of the clubs in Detroit.  She told me it would give her a chance to
mingle with a few of the black men and see how she felt.  So we made plans
for this upcoming Friday to head out to downtown and checkout this club we
heard a lot about from friends.

   Naturally, Beverly isn't accustomed to going out dressed in sleazy
looking dresses.  She certainly made an exception this time finding a green
dress that showed off every curve of her gorgeous married body.  It was
even low cut exposing plenty of white flesh as bait for any black man she
found attractive and interesting.

   Beverly always had good taste in picking out her clothing.  I suppose if
you consider the circumstances of what Beverly was trying to accomplish
than her dress looked fantastic.  She even went out and bought a new pair
of heels for the evening.  Extremely high heels.  I'd guess they're 6" at
the least It showed off her beautiful legs.  When she sat in that dress
there was plenty of white thigh showing.  I was proud of the way my wife
looked.

   It's finally Friday and I can tell my stomach has been churning in
anticipation for this evening since this morning.  Beverly spent the day
soaking in a ht bath and shaving her legs and getting herself prepared for
a hot night out.  It was getting close for us to leave.  It was about a
forty minute drive for us to get downtown and find a good place to park.

   We decided to eat dinner at one of the new local restaurants downtown
which happened to be on the same block as the club we were going to attend.
We held hands as we walked toward the club after our dinner.

   Beverly told me she had butterflies churning in her stomach.  I told her
to relax and that everything would be fine.  Just as we reached the
entrance I looked at Beverly from head to toe and thought she looked
fantastic.  Her perfume lingered in the breeze but not overwhelming.  Just
enough to give that sexy as hell smell as we walked into the club.

   Once we entered the club, Beverly looked sexy as hell.  The lights
reflected down on her breasts.  The green dress had very low cleavage and
showed a of her large natural breasts.  We found a table after looking
around.  Not far from the dance floor and ordered our first drinks as we
sat next to each other checking out our surroundings.

   It wasn't that crowned yet since we arrived kind of early.  Most of the
patrons were black.  We did see a few mixed couples sitting near us.  We
sat close together watching other people for a short time.  We noticed some
of the black guys were checking Beverly out as they waked pass our table..



   Beverly leaned over and whispered into my ear.  "Do you think I should
remove my wedding rings?"

   I was kind of shocked but I replied anyway telling her to go ahead.  She
carefully tucked them into a small compartment inside her purse.  I knew
what she was hinting at.  She figured the men wouldn't try anything if they
saw me and noticed her wedding rings.

   Beverly told me she was going to the ladies room and slowly strolled pas
a group of black men near the bar.  They were checking her out.  I noticed
a couple guys smiling at her as she passed them by.

   I waited for Beverly to return keeping an eye toward the women's
restroom.  Than I noticed Beverly had stopped near the bar.  She was
talking to a Blackman.  Whatever they were saying she was laughing and
smiling back at the man.  He suddenly got up from his stool at the bar and
followed Beverly back toward out table.  She dropped off her purse with me
and told me the man had asked her to dance.  So I watched as they headed
out onto the dance floor.

   I watched as they got to the dance floor.  I figured this would break
the ice a bit since Beverly had no experience communicating with black men.
He danced really good and kept his eyes on my wife.  I'm sure his eyes were
focused on her boobs as they jiggled in that tight green dress.

   During the early part of the evening, Beverly danced with several other
black men as I sat watching at our table.  This one black guy caught her
eye and she walked across the dance floor to speak to him.  She spent at
least fifteen minutes talking to this guy before heading back to out table.

   Beverly told me this guy whose name was Jack would be joining us in a
few minutes.  A couple minutes later this very tall slim looking black man
arrived at out table.  He introduced himself to me shaking my hand before
sitting down next to my wife.  He had very large hands.  I read somewhere
that men with large hands had big cocks.  Especially with thick fingers
which he happened to have.  I recalled now that my wife had danced with
this man about a half hour ago.  Beverly told Jack that I was her husband.
I guess they had spoken out on the dance floor and I was just about to
learn what Beverly told this man.

   Jack and Beverly seemed to hit it off right away.  He was talking and
telling her jokes making her laugh as we sat having our drinks.  Jack
bought the next round which was the forth round for us that evening. 
Beverly was getting a little more loose as she talked to jack.

   Jack finally asked why we were at the club that night and to my surprise
Beverly gave him an honest reply.  She told Jack we were exploring the idea
of having an open marriage.  That certainly got Jack's attention right
away.

   Jack took my wife out onto the dance floor right after she spilled her
guts out about having an open marriage.  My best guess was that he wanted
to speak to her alone and find out a little more without me being in the
picture.  I was right because I saw them talking while they danced.  He had
a good hold on my wife as they danced to this slow song that was playing.

   I took a sip of my drink and my eyes widened as I saw Beverly circle her
arms around Jack's shoulders.  They were talking and having a good time out
there.  Than I saw what I never expected.  Beverly was giving him a little
kiss.  That was followed by a little more passionate kiss.  They talked
some more before heading back to out table.

   Beverly told me she was getting acquainted with her new black friend,
Jack.  She pulled out a little pad of paper and had Jack write down his
phone number.  She even put the number into her cell phone.

   Jack excused himself to go to the men's room.  That's when Beverly told
me her plans.  She told me she invited Jack over tomorrow night.  I was a
bit shocked at first but knew she hit it off with this guy right off the
bat.  I guess she was more than curious to find out what our new
relationship would offer and wanted to fuck her first black man.

   When Jack came back he and Beverly went out onto the dance floor one
more time.  When he came back he shook my hand again telling me he had a
good time and would see me tomorrow night.  He gave Beverly a hug and a
little kiss on the lips before leaving the club.

   We left soon after and on our drive home Beverly fell asleep from the
drinks we had.  I drove looking over at my wife.  Her dress had hiked up
exposing her creamy white thighs.  I knew she was pleased tonight with the
outcome.  This was going to be a whole new experience for both of us.  I
certainly hoped I could handle watching my wife fuck her first black man.

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