Hi! My name is Jamie. I am an early 40's something white wife. Don and I have been married for 14 years. Our sex life is good, but my husband felt it was getting a little stale and I must admit to a small degree I felt the same way.
After much discussion we decided that in order to spice things up, I should be the one to take on a strange cock. Once that was decided we now had to work on the details. To go down the list we decided to do this at home instead of a hotel. My husband should be in the same room while I am fucking for my protection. Whoever fucks me can do it without a condom and can cum in me since I am on birth control. Then we hit two sticking points that I just couldn't agree to. The first was my husband wanted to hire someone, another stranger, to film the whole affair. He also insisted that the stranger fucking me be black with a big cock. That was where I drew the line.
For weeks we went back and forth arguing My argument was, why does he have to be black? I don't need to be filmed if this only to fulfill our fantasy. I don't need to be reminded and I don't want it on the internet. His points were, what difference did the color of the cock make? Only the size should be important to me. He wanted the film in case I decided to never do this again. It would be his own personal stroke material. After weeks and weeks of back and forth I just gave in. I told hubby to make all the arrangements he wanted and then tell me when to show up.
In the meantime, I decided to prep the spare bedroom for the event. The queen size bed that was in the room didn't leave much room to walk around it. Don used it for a home office so there were some credenzas on 2 walls, he had electronic equipment piled on them. The head of the bed took up one wall and was a mirrored alcove with a shelf on top that extended from one wall to the other. The other wall was the doorway in and of course there was Don's swivel chair at the foot of the bed. I went out and bought a new black comforter and some throw pillows with a black and white design. I wasn't even thinking about the irony a black and white couple using them.
In about 2 weeks Don told me to take off on Wednesday. He had everything set up for 1 pm. My anxiety and nervousness went through the roof. That morning I slept in and got up around 11 am while my husband was up and about early. I went and showered making sure every inch of my body was spotless. I went back to the bedroom and was applying perfume to some critical areas of my body when hubby poked his head in the door.
"Anything special I should wear today?"
"Yes" he replied. "Nothing but jewelry. I don't want you to have any reason to back out."
I was shocked. I did as he said. Sitting on the bed completely naked, I put on a gold necklace, 4 gold bracelets, a couple more rings and an ankle bracelet. Topping it off I added a gold chain around my waist that my hips held up very well. I stood up and looked at myself in a full-length mirror. Not bad for 40, I thought. Then it hit me on what I was about to do. My nipples on my 34C tits got rock hard and extended. I felt a lot of wetness between my legs and my mind raced at all the scenarios that could happen in a few short minutes.
Then the bedroom door opened. Don said, "It's time." He led me by the hand, completely naked, down the hall to the guest room. He opened the door and went to sit in the swivel chair leaving me in the doorway.
I could feel my wetness running down my thighs as I looked around the room. There was one black guy completely naked. He wasn't particularly attractive, but his penis was much larger than Don's. There were two other black men, fully dressed, setting up lights and cameras.