This is the story of how my wife was fucked by a black guy for the first time.
Let me start by telling you a little bit about us. My wife, Jane, and I have been married for 19 years. We are both 37 years old. We married while we were still in college after Jane got pregnant with our daughter, Susie.
Jane was, and still is, one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. At 37, she has the figure of a woman 10 years younger. In fact, several of my buddies have commented that they wish their wives had kept their looks the way mine had. She’s got natural 36D breast that don’t sag a bit, a flat tummy, and a perfectly round and tight ass. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world every time I look at her.
Our daughter Susie is 18 and just graduated high school. She inherited her mother’s looks and has never had trouble finding a date among the boys in town. Susie has a wild streak and tends to spend her time running with the wrong crowd. Her mother and I have never approved of Susie’s choice in friends. More on some of them later.
Jane and I had what many would consider the perfect marriage. We are both still very much in love. She is my best friend and my lover. We had everything that anyone could ever desire: a huge house with a pool, nice cars, vacations, the works.
Still…anyone who has been married that long will tell you that things eventually get stale in the relationship. This was starting to hold true for Jane and I. We are both open sexually. Fantasies and role-playing have always been part of our sex life together. We had often talked about swinging with another couple, but this fantasy has never become a reality. Before we got together, Jane had only had one other lover and she would sometimes mention in bed what a turn-on it would be for her to take another man. For the longest time though, this was all nothing more than pillow talk.
Now that the background is set, let me tell you about the events that led up to my wife taking her first black man.
As I mentioned before, our daughter had just graduated from high school. It was mid-June and Susie was going to spend the weekend visiting the campus of our state university, which is several hours away by car. She was to leave Friday afternoon with a group of classmates and a few parents.
This presented Jane and I with a unique opportunity, a weekend alone. I was planning to cook a romantic dinner for my wife the next evening, open a bottle of wine, and make love all night. As you will find out, things did not happen exactly that way.
I was in the garage when Susie’s ride pulled in the driveway.
My daughter bounded out of the house when the car arrived.
“Have a great weekend Dad,” she said.
“Be careful honey,” I replied.
“By the way, I told my friend Jessica that her and her boyfriend could come over and use the pool tomorrow. I hope that’s OK,” Susie continued.
With that, she was off.
