It all started one evening after my wife Debbie, came home from work. She worked managing a local retail store. She came home with the usual stories from work about customers, with one exception. She told me how this one black guy flirted with her and said he wanted to make her dinner sometime. Even after indicating she was married, he still insisted, said she was very attractive, and he was sure her husband wouldn't mind.
My wife is what you would describe as a BBW, not excessively overweight, but definitely curves in the right places, for which I find very attractive. He gave her his phone number, and said, that should she change her mind, to give him a call.
While she was telling me the story, I could tell she was turned on, as I knew from the porn videos that she liked to watch, many of them were of men with large cocks, including black men. And honestly I was turned on too, with the thought of her getting it on with another man.
I asked her why she thought he flirted with her, to which she said, she thought black guys like women with big asses and boobs. I said, well, you definitely fit in to that category. I then asked her if she might consider his offer, if I was ok with it? She hummed and hawed for a bit, then finally admitted that it excited her about the thought of having a black guy with a large cock fuck her.
I said, I was ok with it, and that it excited me too for her to be another guy. However, I suggested it probably wasn't a good idea to go to some stranger's house for dinner, but instead she should go out to a restaurant, and then if things seemed ok, then check into a motel. She thought that was a wise idea, but said that she would think about it over the next couple of days. That sounded good to me.
When we went to bed that evening, she practically raped me, tearing off my clothes and engulfing my cock like it was the last popsicle on the planet. Before long I exploded in her mouth which she hungrily swallowed. She lay back in the bed with her legs spread, which I eagerly went to work on with my tongue, I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her hands tangled in my hair, forcing my face into her wetness, as I tongued her clit and pussy. The forcefulness excited me even more, before long, I was hard again. She finally cried out, I need you inside me! I didn't need to be asked twice as I slid between her legs and rammed my cock home. She seemed to cum almost instantly as I pounded away. Having just orgasm-ed, I was able to keep fucking her to another orgasm before finally emptying my load deep inside. We fell asleep soon after.
It was probably a week later, and I thought she had decided not to pursue the opportunity, when she came home from work and said she had called Jim (the guy who gave her his number). I asked her how it went. She replied that he had come to her work and that they went for a quick coffee where he continued to express his interest. She told him, I was ok with her going out for dinner to a restaurant, but not to his home. If things went well at dinner, she would see where that might lead. That was totally cool with him.
He called her later that day and said they had reservations at a restaurant near where she worked for the coming Friday. She said she would meet him there. I said, wow, things are all planned and set, and that I was excited for her. My only stipulation was that she had to tell me all about their evening when she came home, to which she readily agreed.