This was an exciting moment for me. We had been planning this for months and we are finally living out our fantasy. Monica spent the last few days shopping for a dress for tonight. I sometimes wonder if that was necessary since her lover would only be interested in her.
Usually my wife was a jeans and tee shirt kind of girl but tonight she went that extra mile to look as sexy and appealing as she could. The red dress she wore tonight hardly covered anything at all. Monica has a great body and after having two children she still looks as sexy as the day we met.
I'm always telling myself that I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be married to such a beautiful and smart woman like Monica. We're both 32 and have professional carriers. Our children are 4 and 6 and spending a long weekend with their grand parents.
Monica has blonde hair. She is 5'1" tall and has a knockout figure. Like most attractive women these days who have had breast implants, Monica needed no help in that department. For a petite woman she has a 36C bust which is enhanced by her tiny little waist and proportioned hips. Her shapely little legs look perfect right down to her pretty little ankles and feet. Those little feet happen to be wearing 6" pumps tonight. I told Monica a lot of guys called them "Fuck Me Pumps" which made her laugh.
Those pumps were red to match her thin little dress. A dress that barely covered her perky little round ass. The plunging neck line exposed an ample portion of her milky white breasts for all to see. The dress was very thin and you could clearly see her skin underneath the material including her hard dark nipples.
If the kids could see the way their mom was dressed tonight they'd probably say she looked like a shorter version of their Barbie dolls. Monica smelled so good when she got out of the bathroom tonight too. The hotel room where we are stay is a suite. We'd traveled from our house in Northern Michigan down here to Ann Arbor just for this meeting tonight.
It's a college town. Lots of younger people walking around downtown. In fact you see people from all over the world here from many different ethic back grounds. There are also lots of high tech companies based out of these area with connections around the world. This is what brought us to Ann Arbor tonight.
We're meeting a man from the South African region tonight. Rather I should say we already met him a few hours ago. He likes to be called Roger. He laughed telling us in his deep accent that he always wanted an American name. He seemed rather charming when we met. I only stayed in the club long enough to get acquainted before leaving him alone with my beautiful wife.
It was a dance club. There were lots of singles here including a few of the students that were old enough to drink alcohol. People from all over the world it looked like were here tonight including our new friend Roger who is as black as coal.
That was Monica's fantasy. She dreamed about it for years. Making love to a handsome black man. Roger was certainly a handsome looking guy. He was 6'5" tall, very muscular. Didn't look like an once of fat on the guy but yet he looked so big and massive. Monica and Roger had been exchanging correspondence for several weeks now including exchanging pictures. The last pictures he sent her were him in the nude which were tastily done but still showed her the size of his massive looking manhood.
I remember seeing the photo of him naked myself and couldn't believe the size of his cock. Ever since Monica got those naked pictures she debated about baking out of this and perhaps finding a man a little more less endowed. But it was Roger's charm and handsome appearance that Monica seemed most attracted to.
Once we met him at the club he shook my hand first as I introduced my wife to him. He seemed very educated and extremely polite. I could tell he was trying not to stare at Monica while I was with them but I know if couldn't help looking at the way her red dress high lighted every single curve of her gorgeous petite body.
We talked for over an hour. It was longer than I intended to stay. Monica and I talked about our plan over the past week. She told me she would be extremely nervous about doing this and wanted to spend time alone talking with Roger if I didn't mind. I truly didn't mind at all and found the situation very exciting. After our short conversation I stood up shaking Roger's hand than giving my wife a gentle kiss on the cheek. I was even able to whisper in her ear, "Good Luck" before I left them alone.
I wouldn't have left her alone with Roger if I thought she was afraid or too nervous but we had already worked out a sign she would give me by touching her nose with her index finger which she had done. I walked away from their table.?The club was large and rather dark. People were dancing a few feet away from where they were seated. I decided to stay and have one more drink at the bar and found an empty stool where I still had a view of my wife and Roger.
He sat much closer to her now. They seemed like they were wrapped up in a pleasant discussion. I sipped on my beer while looking back there way every couple minutes or so. The DJ was playing a mix of dance music both fast and slow. He'd play them in groups and as soon as the next song playing was a slow song Roger got up taking my wife by the hand and led her to the dance floor.
He's large frame dwarfed my petite wife as he held her in his arms dancing to the slower paced song. They were still chatting as they talked but Monica seemed very at ease with the big man. I watched them dance and kept an eye on the way Roger held my wife.
As they danced and kept chatting I noticed his hand drop down to just the top of the curve of her narrow waist and the top of her round little ass. They turned around as they danced. Monica's smaller arms circled around his back. As they turned I could clearly see now that Roger's hand lowered down even further and was now cupping one of her cheeks. His second hand moved down covering the second cheek than it happened. They were kissing.
Their kiss seemed to last a few seconds. It looked rather passionate from my prospective even though I was about one hundred feet away. The music changed to something a little faster so Roger led my wife back to their table holding her hand all the way back and helped her back into her seat. He sat down right next to her and took her hand again as they talked.
