"Honey," my wife Cindy said, smiling, "did you have a good time last night?"
Stretched out on the bed in the morning sun I recalled the events of the evening before. A vision of Cindy repeatedly fucked by five black NFL bulls rose before me. I remembered lying underneath my wife, my nose not an inch away from a meaty black prick shoved up her dripping vagina.
"Yes, love. I had a wonderful time."
"I thought you did, darling. I hope you didn't mind my leaving you for last."
"You know I like to be teased. I was sure tense after all that waiting. It made for a glorious cum though."
She laughed. "I knew it would. I've never seen you so prolific. You were spurting like Old Faithful!"
She was right. It was the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. I realized I adored the way she'd built up my sexual energy. She knew just what I wanted.
"You were right, dearest. I do love being titillated watching you. Especially when you're having a good time."
"Oh, I had a wonderful time. You know how I like to cum."
They weren't too many for you?"
"Noooo. You see, it's really not a big deal how many men I'm with. It's how long I'm doing it that matters. And last night I could cum forever!"
As was often the case, I learned something new about Cindy. I was reassured that she actually did enjoy the gangbang. Now I understood it was how long she fucked, not how many men, that mattered. Cindy often liked to keep going for two or more hours; double that with breaks. In that much time I could imagine her taking ten blacks...or twenty. A thrill surged in my loins as a picture of Cindy with a large group of horny blacks filled my mind.
"I hope they aren't' too big for you, darling."
"Well, they're awfully big guys. It's hard to kiss them when they're on top of me! And I'm nearly doing the splits when I sit on top."
Are their cocks too big for you?"
"Oh no. I love them big you know." Her eyes sparkled. "Don't worry about that, darling."
Cindy was dressed only in white stockings, garters, bra and panties. As always, her petite figure was augmented by spiky high heels. She arranged the bed while I put on my clothes. I'd never seen her looking so radiant.
"The boys left very early to hunt. I saw them off." She giggled. "They're very sweet to me. I kissed them goodbye. They promised me a good time tonight."
"When will they be back?"
"In the late afternoon. I told them you'd cook a nice dinner for them if they entertain us again. I hope you don't mind cooking." She smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Of course, honey. I'd love to."
Cindy and I took in the local sights that morning, along with lunch. We planned a gourmet dinner for our friends. I was a pretty good cook and Cindy enjoyed preparing the table. I chose steak au poivre, sautéed vegetables, salad, wine and dessert. Cindy planned to dress up for the occasion. She had brought her "Little Bo Peep dress," an outfit we had found through a catalogue of adult costumes. In pink and white satin, with a short flare skirt, a low-cut front and pink ribbons, sheer white gloves and white sheer stockings, it was stunning on her. Cindy was then 26, but looked a whole lot younger in that costume.
I left about three to do the shopping, leaving her to get ready for the evening. As I drove into town, I thought about our strange union. I'd always known it was going to be different. Cindy would never be happy with just one sex partner. Her zest for pleasure required more. Her occasional nights out during the first months of our marriage seemed fine, but left me unsatisfied. I wanted to take part, and above all to watch, as she indulged her considerable sexual urge.
It wasn't until we discovered black men that we found a way to make things work for both. From the first time we took a black man to bed, we felt comfortable. Cindy loves being with them, and they always enjoy being with a white couple.
There are many reasons we prefer black men, but the most important is their attitude toward sex: fun-loving and uninhibited. They instinctively appreciate how to make Cindy feel relaxed as well as sexy. They encourage her to express her sexuality openly and naturally.
She loves dressing up in sexy lingerie, outfits, and costumes of all kinds. Her training as a fashion consultant gave her a wonderful sense of style. She has great fun trying new combinations for teasing, and role playing. I love it and so do our black friends.
They always compliment her, whether she looks like a fashion model or a hooker. Blacks naturally work up erotic tension. They dance and flirt with Cindy. They're completely unselfconscious about their sexuality. All the black men we've known tell us they find it wonderfully satisfying to fuck white women. They say they enjoy it even more when their husbands are there to watch.
More than white men, blacks "show their stuff" with my wife. They take care to fuck in positions giving a view of the action. They strut around with their cocks hanging out like it's the most natural thing in the world. And they take time to please. They don't rush, and last long. This is very important for Cindy, who often likes to continue for several hours.
