Black Into White...a wife's story...beginning
I am a very attractive and successful female in my early
forties, I have a great ass, incredible legs, very pretty
face and teriffic 36c breasts with nipples that grow huge
at the slightest bit of foreplay. I am a slim size 8 and
5' 7" tall. I am a very successful business woman
and have a great life and a tremendous sex life with a husband
who drives me wild and turns me into a crazy sex slut in bed
and anywhere else we go.
This sounds great right? So why a story? Well my husband
wants me to try sex with another man or men. It turns him on
but he also wants me to enjoy myself and is very sincere about
this. I have not been with anyone since we met, and only experimented
with two men before I met my husband. I
must admit the prospect is very intriguing and at times
I do fantasize about it but just cannot truly see it happening.
I guess if you can't see it happening it never will.
I have a client who I occassionally make fantsy stories
about and tell them to my husband during our lovemaking.
Of all the men I have met in my professional life he is the
most direct. He has made it very clear on more than one occassion
that he wants to possess me sexually. He is a professional
and very well off and makes regular visits to my office...kissing
me in an obvious manner on arrival and when leaving, along
with other small signs of his affections and intentions.
I get some smiles and an occasional joke from some of my employees.
I laugh along with them but I truly belive they are actually
jealous...and the attention he gives me is actually quite
flattering...and now I realize also a turn on. This man
is very handsome a minimum of 6'4", very athletic,
very well spoken, very wealthy, and when he stops in wearing
spandex running/biking shorts he makes sure all
the women in my office can see he is also very well endowed
The joke is that it has been seen peeking out the end of his
shorts down by his knee. This little joke however is more
truth than exaggeration. It does extend to mid-thigh in
his shorts and is very evident in girth, and thats limp.
Mid-thigh for a man over 6'4" is amazingly long.
One weekend my husband and I were out for a drive and in a
small hamlet got stuck in a very unusual and unexpected
traffic jam. We were stopped near a crosswalk and a collection
of strollers, joggers and shoppers were waiting
on the sidewalk to cross. Sitting low in the car, and the
pedestrians up on the sidewalk brought their crotches
to our eye-level. Suddenly, there, not 18" from the
tip of my
nose was a pair of black super tight spandex biker shorts...these
shorts were so tight that they were bordering on being opague.
And on the other side of this thin slice of expanded material
was what looked like a huge fat knockwurst with a giant mushroom
top and what appeared to be two flattened tennis balls.
Wow what a cock! If I
leaned out the window and stuck out my tongue, I could have
licked it. All the other pedestrians were moving but I noticed
that the center of my attention stood still. I looked closer
and saw the owner of this marvelous manhood was holding
a bike and after closer examintaion I noticed his legs and
realized he was black. I instantly became wet
and had a vision of my amorous client, who, I should now
mention, is also black.
I suddenly had a strange feeling and looked up...mr. bicyclist
had caught me looking and this si why he had not moved. He
looked down at me with a huge grin on his face,
then reached down with his gloved hand and massaged and
pulled at his big penis giving me a little show. Suddenly
we were moving again and the moment was lost. However mister
biker was not the only one who caught my leering,
my husband did also. For the rest of the day he ribbed me and
try to talk me into having an affair with my fan/client
We had great sex and both spoke of all the wild things that
could happen to me if I submitted to this man. My only concern
was that once we had one night together he might want more
and become a nuisance...a good way to loose a very good and
long time client. Ergo the next dy all this would be forgotten.
Upon my return to work I had a very upper crust and important
meeting. I had on a new black designer suit, a very expensive
and sheer blouse (under the suit jacket and buttoned of
course). I had on sheer tan pantyhose, a very sexy sheer
white bra and panty set (my husband buys my lingerie and
only the best and the sexiest), and black patent leather
50's style high spike heels. The meeting was quite
successful and I was drained upon returning to my office.
I was dying to go for a little celebratory drink...but alas
all my staff were tired and soon to head home. I had given
instructions that I was not in the office and would not see
anyone or take any calls other than family.
So I was a little taken aback when my secretary told me there
was someone on the phone for me. She winked and said "you'll
want to take this one.". Now intrigued I picked up
the phone. It was my client admirerer, inviting meto a early
dinner in about one hour. Amazing I thought, oggling a black
cock over the weekend, my husbands urgings to have sex with
another man, a successful business meeting, an urgent
need for someone to celebrate with, and now my would be lover
calling for a dinner date that fit my schedule perfectly.
It had to be kharma, and I blurted out "yes, definitely,
I'll be ready", like a teenager on her first invitation
to a dance or a movie. I got off the phone giddy, horny and
a little embarassed but now there was no turning back. I
did not know how to contact him even if I wanted to...I just
hoped this was the right deceision.
Part II the date
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