Perfect Wife to Black Dick Slut – Part 1

From Perfect Wife to Black Cock Slut – Part 1

Chris and I had just flown back from Rome, a trip I’d arranged so we’d be back in the UK on 15th April, which was our 10th anniversary and Chris’s 35th birthday. The plan was to dine at the same restaurant that I’d proposed to her exactly 11 years previously, am I a romantic at heart? The flight landed at Stanstead so I was driving up the M1/M6 heading back to the North West on this happiest of days. Being a Saturday I’d decided not to take the toll road but just my luck, there was a heavy traffic jam around Birmingham. I was desperately in need of a break and soon after we’d crawled through the snarl up I pulled into a motorway service station and made dignified dash to the gents.

I’m standing there, cock in hand, staring at a poster six inches from my nose showing a pretty girl in a bikini catching a beach ball, the poster was for car insurance and I tried to figure the relevance as I emptied my bladder. The flood of relief was just ebbing away when a guy rushed up besides me, shuffled about a bit and then let out a long sigh “phew” he said “that traffic is terrible, just made it”.

I glanced over and saw that he was pointing around six or seven inches of thick black dick at the porcelain, even flaccid it was significantly longer than mine is when I’m fully erect and at least twice as thick. It was circumcised and the dark purple tip was in itself longer than my whole flaccid cock. I have to admit to being just a little envious. Becoming conscious and then embarrassed that I was staring I looked back at the poster in front of me and said, “Will your make one for me in white”. The guy chuckled.

I began fantasising about Chris being fucked by that dick and imagining her expression as that beautiful purple tip eased between her pussy lips, parting the way for the rest of that enormous dick to slide into her. I became aware that my own puny penis was beginning to grow. I shook off the last drops, zipped up and turned to the wash basins.

I waited for Chris and as she came out of the ladies room I noticed the same guy heading our way. Neat, close cropped hair, about 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and a slim waist, white shirt and quiet blue tie, his expensive looking suit fitted him well and his shoes were well polished. Chris had spotted me and began to move my way passing directly in front of him. There was a collision, they grabbed for each others arms and apologised at the same time, then as if on que they each asked if the other was ok, they both laughed together and I saw a spark of desire as the strangers’ eyes scanned Chris.

He was in front of us in the queue as we waited to pay for our coffee, Chris was close behind him and she suddenly backed up as though becoming intimately aware of his presence, she have me a guilty glance. My mind was working overtime, I’d often fantasised about Chris taking another man, that’s why the fantasy popped readily into my head in the toilets. I wondered it I could make it happen.

I guided Chris to the next table to him. We sat with Chris facing him and me with my back to him. I was as nervous as a first time lover as I told Chris what I’d noticed in the toilets. She looked at me for a few seconds then brazenly weighed him up, her face cracked into a beaming smile. She sounded like a star struck teenager as she said, “He smiled at me…” then she continued “hmm… it could be interesting to try a big one… I’d love to know what it’s like… maybe I could go a round with him”. I knew she was teasing me, even though that was exactly what I dreamed she would say I was stunned. Chris had never before spoken of another guy like that and as far as I am aware she has never seriously looked at another guy since well before we were married. She kept glancing at him and smiling then she whispered to me, “When I bumped into him it was like electricity shooting through me. In the queue I was right behind him, he smells so… I don’t know… so… so manly… so erotic, it turned me on so much I was starting to get a little moist, my imagination went wild, for a second or two back there I was having the most wonderful sex with him and after what you just told me, well….” She said in a louder voice “Oh Paul, shut your mouth, you’ll catch a fly.”

The thought of Chris being fucked by that huge dick had my mind was racing. ‘She’s really going for it, mines so small and she deserves the pleasure a big dick would give her. Do I have the courage to ask her? How could I possibly arrange it? For fucks sake Paul, just ask…’ “Chris! Would you really?”

“Certainly not” my heart dived as she went on “unless you wanted me to, if it’s ok with you I probably would, he’s very sexy, he really turns me on and what a presence he has. I was getting wet just standing behind him in the queue. Would you really like me to have sex with another man… with him?”

“You know I only want the best for you, to see you happy is what drives me. If it’s something you wanted to do then I’m with you all the way, it’d be a dream come true for me and I’d really love you to try”.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

I smiled and touched her hand “Chris love, I’ve fantasised about you and another man for a long time, just thinking about you and him making love has me rock hard, I’d love it if you could make that fantasy come true”.

She smiled and said “Anyway it’s hypothetical unless one of us asks him… It could be another anniversary present… Will you ask him…? Please”.

My mind began to race ‘Oh shit, she’s really serious. Could I ask another guy to fuck my wife? Could I really stand the thought of another guy actually fucking her? Especially with a monster dick like his, of course I could, I’ve just said so, a dream come true and I love her so much and she deserves it’. My heart was thumping, my penis was rock hard at the idea of that huge dick penetrating my wife and just as I’d psyched myself up to turn round to ask if he’d like to join us he stood up and left. I could see disappointment on my beloved wife’s face.

After a few minutes of silence I said we should be going. When we got outside Chris spotted him coming through the entrance doors. She nudged me and said “Please Paul quickly”. So on our 10th anniversary I found my self walking up to a total stranger with my heart thumping in my chest, my throat rigid as if afraid to speak, my dick throbbing so much I was close to shooting a load in my pants. I rather pathetically asked the dreaded yet exhilarating question “Err… Ex. ex excuse me, would you like to err… f-f-fuck my wife?”

The guy looked at me like I was crazy, he turned to walk away and Chris reached out and put a hand on his wrist, he stopped and stared Chris in the eye. There was a few seconds when the world stopped and then he broke into a cheeky smile, his eyes sparkling. Chris shocked me yet again by lunging at him, throwing an arm around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

Chris always looks good to me but at that moment with her body pressing hungrily against a complete stranger she looked absolutely stunning. The fact that he was a handsome, black stranger that I knew was enormously endowed made the situation highly erotic. I remembered again just how lucky I was to be married to her. She’s a trim five feet eight inches with flawless pale golden skin. With her high heeled shoes her legs take the long slender shape of a lingerie model. She knows I think her legs are great so she always wears shoes and a dress or skirt to show them off. Today she wore Faith ankle strap shoes with four inch heels, a black Gucci mid thigh and figure hugging dress that I had bought her in Rome, it showed her legs to perfection, accentuated her slim hips, firm ass, slender waist, flat stomach and full, firm breasts.