My wife is a 44-year-old conservative mother of one. We have been together since she was nineteen years old and I am the only man she has been with. She did fool around with a few guys back in high school. With that said I have encouraged her to experience others to no avail. It is my opinion that the statement, opposites attract is a true statement. For the most part I am conservative as she is, but when it comes to sex, I am a full-blown freak. For example, I love the idea of sharing my wife and I truly would love to see her have sex with a black man. The skin contrast would be amazing.
I am a lucky man in the fact after 20 years of marriage she still gives me blowjobs. Back in the day she would swallow, now days not so much. I love the idea of her giving other men blow jobs as well and my wife is fully aware of my desires. During my most recent deployment while out with friends she went out with a few girlfriends. After a night of drinking, she ended up meeting a guy and gave him a blowjob, swallowing his load. When she told me this, I was proud and excited. The only thing that would make that situation better would have been if the guy was black.
Well, this past week the weather was bad with heavy snow fall. Many people in the area were doing without. We were fortunate not to suffer any discomforts and my wife was able to volunteer at a local church. It was a small church just around the corner from the house and it happened the congregation was all black. My wife is a friendly person and has never met a stranger. After a few days the pastor seemed to take notice of my wife. The pastor was a large, slightly heavy-set black man in his late fifties. On the fourth day Byron the pastor, called my wife in to his office. He said she had been assisting with everything and should take a break.
Byron made small talk and asked my wife Doris questions about herself trying to learn more about her. Throughout the conversation he would make small polite compliments to her such as, she is very beautiful women, a great personality and so forth. He was being a gentleman and was very cordial. His office was comfortable place with a soothing scent. My wife felt very relaxed. Thirty minutes passed when Kelly, the church secretary came into the office looking for my wife.
The next day Doris was the first volunteer to show up. Looking through the church she couldn't find anyone. She called for Kelly or Byron but got no answer. She went to the pastor's office to see if he was in there. His door was slightly ajar so she looked inside and got the surprise of her life. She saw Byron laid back on his small sofa stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen. She was frozen in her steps as she witnessed him slowly stoke his extremely dark manhood. Before she realized she was starring Byron made eye contact with her, but he didn't stop. Doris turned to leave walked directly bumped into Kelly. Kelly asked if she was ok because it looked as if my wife had seen a ghost.
My wife busied herself around the church, even as she tried not to think about it, her mind kept drifting to what she had seen in the pastor's office. The volunteers had come and gone for the day and Doris prepped tasks for the next day when Byron came into the room. He pretended to be looking for something, when my wife apologized for entering his office without knocking this morning.
"No need to apologize," Byron replied, "I hope I didn't offend you." He stepped closer to my wife and said, "To be honest I was thinking about you."
"Oh my," Doris said in shock, not knowing what else to say. Instantaneously she became aroused. He closed the distance between them.
"Does that bother you?"
"Hmmm, well yes, I mean no. It's no concern of mine. You're a grown man, I'm..."
Byron took his left index finger and placed them across her lips, "Shhhs," he whispered. He then took her hand and placed it on his crotch. Doris instinctively groped his cock through his slacks even while she tried to protest.
"We can't, we are in a church, I'm married." she responded, only to be cut off by him. She didn't realize she still had a grasp of his shaft.
"Who cares and you deserve it, I'm sure you husband can't satisfy you like me."
Doris remained silent. He took her by the hand and led her to the front pew. He instructed her to sit as he stood in front of her. He took her hands and placed them both on his belt. Looking into her eyes he told her "I am not going to do it for you. You have to take it out if you want it, which I know you do". My wife slowly undid his pants which fell to the floor.
