Connie's First Step of Many

 


   Connie and I (Jim) have been married for 22 years and have always been
totally faithful to each other.  Now, don't get me wrong, we are not
prudes. We have had sex every which way you can and in just about every
setting, from public to private.  But it was always just with each other.
Let me give you an idea of who we are.  Connie is 42 years old but has the
body of a twenty-one year old!  She's a beautiful auburn haired, pale
skinned goddess.  At 5'9", 128 lbs, with 36D breasts that just barely are
starting to hang a little lower that when she was twenty (and considering
that she's breast fed three children, she's in amazing shape) she's truly a
sight to behold.  I'm no slacker either if I must say so.  I'm 44 years
old, stand 6'2", weigh 245 lbs and still have pretty much the same body I
had when I retired from the Marine Corps 2 years ago.  And yes, I'm no
slacker in the pecker department either being a full 8 ½ inches long and 7
½ inches around.



   Like most married couples we had often used the fantasy of her being
fucked by another man (a black man specifically) to spice things up.  It
was always the same story, a rich, handsome, well hung, black man fucking
her while I was there.  Often during these fantasy sessions I'd ask her if
she would really fuck someone if I asked her.  The response was always the
same, "If you ask me to I'll do anything, with anyone you want." But I
never really believed her, thinking she was playing along with the fantasy.



   And that was it.  It never went any further.  Until today!  We were in
Tampa having our regular "Friday Date Night" and just relaxing with one
another after a long week.  Connie taught elementary school art and I was a
Captain with the Tampa Police Department S.W.A.T.  team.  We were walking
through the mall when I leaned over and asked her what she thought of a
black man that was walking toward us.  He was about 6'1", 205 lbs, well
built and bald.  Connie loves bald black men and said so this time too. 
"He's really handsome and looks like he's hung like a horse." Now, I know
her well enough to know the last little part of her remark was to get me
excited.  and it worked.  I slowed down a bit so we could watch him as he
passed.  As we both watched him pass, he seemed to notice and smiled a big
toothy grin at Connie.



   And then It happened, before I could really think about the
consequences, I asked THE question.  "Him, would you fuck him if I wanted
you to.  I want to see you fuck him!" I couldn't believe I had actually
said it.  But there was no turning back now.  If I did she'd never take me
serious again.  She stopped and looked me in the eye.  "Are you sure?" Such
a simple response, yet full of emotion.  I could see in her eyes that she
saw this as an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy without having to ask
herself yet scared that I might be offended.  "Yes, he's the one and now is
the time," I said.  Before I could say another thing, she had turned around
and grabbing my hand began to follow the guy.  In ten steps we had caught
up with him and were following him down the mall.  I could tell she was
sizing him up, noticing his wide, muscular back and strong ass.  He must
have sensed we were there because he looked over his shoulder and smiled
again when he saw us.



   "Hey, do I know you two?" he asked.  "No, but I think that might change
in just a few minutes," I told him.  He looked at Connie and smiled a huge
grin.  I glanced at her and could see why he was smiling.  Her nipples were
straining to get out of her pink t-shirt like I'd never seen before. 
"Seems like someone for sure wants to get to know you," I said.  Connie
blushed furiously.



   "Well, what can I do for you and this beautiful lady?" I smiled and
said, "Do you want the long or short version?" I asked.  "Short would be
nice," he said with that "I've got this figured out" grin.  "Well, we've
both had this fantasy of Connie fucking a handsome, well hung, black man,
and you're who she picked.  or I picked.  or whatever," I said with a
laugh. Though his face showed no shock, his eyes said a lot.  "That seems
to be a popular fantasy among white couples.  Seems every story I read in
Penthouse includes a little interracial interlude.  And since those stories
always make me horney as hell, I think now might be the time to give it a
try," he said.  Though I hadn't looked at her during the exchange, I could
hear Connie's breathing taking on that "fuck me now" pace.



   We invited him for a drink at the TGI Friday's near the food court and
started discussing what was going to happen.  "This almost seems too good
to be true.  you sure you're not cops trying to entrap me?" I hadn't
thought about it but if I were in his shoes I might think this was a setup
too.  "No brother, this is no setup," I assured him.  "Well, how about a
little good faith gesture to ease my mind." As we entered the restaurant I
had maneuvered Connie so that when we were being seated she would have to
sit next to him.  I looked at her and said, "Why not give our new friend
here a little kiss to show our sincere intent not to arrest him?" Her eyes
grew wide and a touch of fear and uncertainty was evident.  She looked at
him, then me, then him again.  The seconds seemed like minutes when she
finally moved closer too him and leaned in to kiss him.  Tentative at
first, then with a passion I hadn't seen in years, she began to French kiss
this handsome, black, total stranger.  During the kiss her hand came to his
face and softly stroked his face.  The paleness of her white skin against
the darkness on his rich black skin gave me an instant hard on!  Almost in
tune with my racing mind, I saw his hand slide up her side to cup her
breast in his hand, gentlely rolling her hard nipple between his fingers.
The kiss went on for minutes and my dick grew harder as time passed.



   When the kiss finally broke I could see that familiar flush on Connie's
chest that was always there when she wanted to get fucked.  She remained
close to our friend, her left hand rubbing slowly up and down his leg. 
"Bobby.  my name's Bobby.and it would be my pleasure to introduce you and
your wife to the joys of interracial love." I was impressed with how smooth
and articulate this man was.  "We have a room waiting across the street at
the Ramada," I told him.  When we had the chance to get away from the kids
we always got at a room near the mall so we could play out our little
mental fantasies.  Little did we know that the fantasy would be more than
mental this weekend.



   I paid the waitress when she came and we left.  Bobby followed us in his
car from the mall to the motel.  We went upstairs and closed the door. 
"Let's set some ground rules from the beginning, OK?" I looked at Connie
surprised that SHE was setting the ground rules.  "This is the way it's
gonna be.  "Yes" is YES and "no" is NO!  Jim will be present for
everything. But Jim, you can't join in unless invited by Bobby or I. 
Understand?" "Yes dear," I said with a smile, noticing the twinkle in her
eye.  "Also, if Bobby is going to fuck me the way you fuck me, then he will
fuck me exactly like you fuck me.  none of that rubber shit!  Got it!" She
was having fun now, so I let her roll.  "Bobby, you might as well know this
from the start.I'm gonna fuck you until you are dry and can't walk.  I
might not get a second chance at this, so you had better last a LONG time!"
I was laughing out loud at this point and Bobby had a huge grin, trying not
to snicker, but doing a poor job.  "One last thing," Connie took on a very
serious tone.  "Bobby, you have got to remember, no is NO!  I know Jim well
enough to know that he'll kill you if he thinks you're really hurting me.
Don't make the mistake of thinking "No" means "Yes." And she was right,
this was to be fun and consensual.  Anything more and Bobby would get hurt.
badly!



   With the ground rule set by my wife and agreed to by he soon-to-be black
lover, Connie began to undress.  He had worn a pink, spaghetti strap tee
with no bra and a pair of tight as skin jeans (and looked amazing!).  When
she took off her top both Bobby and I drew in a raspy breath.  She was so
sensual in the way she was moving.  In one movement she had her jeans off
and was standing naked in front of the object of our fantasy.  Bobby seemed
to wake from a dream and hurriedly began to undress.  When he was naked
Connie moved over to him and sank to her knees.  Her eyes were wide as she
looked for the first time on a real black cock.  And I must say, It was
impressive!  Bobby was cut, every bit of 10" long and almost as big around
as Connie's wrist.  He saw the awe in her eyes and bent to give her a kiss.
When he stood up straight again Connie moved in for a taste.  Now, she has
never been able to take all of me down her throat, so I knew she was gonna
have trouble with Bobby.  But again, my beautiful wife surprised me.  With
two quick licks she had all 10" down her throat and her nose in Bobby's
pubic hair!  What a sight.the blackness of that huge cock between my wife's
pink lips.  I stepped back a step, stripping as I went, and sat down.



   With great gusto, Connie gave a blowjob to be proud of.  I've never seen
a woman suck a cock with the passion and force that I was seeing before me
at that moment.  not even in a porno, by a professional (after all this was
over, I was gonna get me some of that!).  She continued to suck and stroke
his massive cock until his knees began to tremble.  "Don't you even think
of coming Mr.  Bobby!" Connie said quickly.  "You cum now and I'll kill you
myself!" I'm sure she was joking, but from the look in her eyes and the
tone of her voice, I wouldn't want to find out.



   Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed and drew Connie to him.  He
grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt to his mouth.  He lifted her leg so her
had better access to her clit and went to work.  I've heard that black men
don't like eating pussy, but you couldn't prove it by the way Bobby was
eating my wife.  Again, the sight of his dark skin next to her pale belly
was a huge turn on.  He must have licked her for 10 minutes and 4-5
orgasms, when Connie's knees began to buckle.  "Don't you even begin to
think you're gonna wimp out on me, bitch!" Bobby shot at her with a grin on
his face.  Though exhausted, Connie started to laugh.  "Don't you worry
about me homey, I can cum for hours and still keep up with you!" she shot
back.  This was taking a fun turn as we all relaxed into the moment.



   Bobby laid back and motioned Connie to join him.  They embraced and
began a slow, sensual kissing session.  This allowed both of them to come
down a bit from their heightened level of arousal, so that no one would be
spent too soon.



   After about five minutes of kissing, I started to notice that "hunger"
begin to rise again in Connie.  The pace of their kissing accelerated and
she grasped his cock and began a steady pumping, working him toward
hardness again.  The desired effect was taking place and without prompting,
Connie swung her leg over Bobby's waist and was on top of him.



   "Are you watching?" She asked me.  And with that she began to lower
herself on Bobby's enormous black cock.  Inch by inch she worked her way
down his ebony shaft.  She glanced over her shoulder to make eye contact
with me as she thrust her hips downward engulfing the last four inches in
one motion.  The look of total ecstasy on her face almost made me cum.and I
hadn't even started to jack off.  Slowly she began to move her hips up and
down.  She was audibly moaning now, getting louder and more insistent with
each thrust of that huge black cock in her sopping wet cunt.  Faster and
faster she went, Bobby keeping perfect time.  For fifteen minutes they kept
this pace up, slamming their love parts together.  Both encouraging the
other, staring into each others eyes.  "Fuck me harder, bitch.  Can't you
keep up?" Bobby said as he slapped her ass rather firmly, again with that
silly grin.  "Don't you worry about me homeboy, I got your harder right
here." She said through clinched teeth as she thrust her hips down harder,
again and again.



   And then it happened, her first orgasm caused by a black cock.  My wife
has never been a screamer.  until that moment.  She must have cum for two
minutes, orgasm after orgasm rolling over her beautiful body.  As I moved
to the foot of the bed for a better look, I could see the love cream that
her cunt was producing flowing down the crack of her ass.



   I glanced up at Bobby's face and could tell he was there.  Before I
could cough or make some sort of noise to alert Connie to the fact, she
slid quickly off his enormous cock, down his body and engulfed that massive
member with her mouth.  In two strokes he was cumming with a shout.  Spasm
after spasm sent stream after stream of black man love seed into my wife's
throat.  She sucked with such gusto that she didn't loose a drop.  She kept
sucking his cock until he was dry and shriveled up.  "I told you I'd suck
you dry!" she said with a triumphant little "tada!" She slowly moved back
up his chest and gave him a final, deep kiss.



   Connie got up and excused herself to the bathroom while Bobby got up and
began to get dressed.  He crossed over to me, shook my hand and handed me
something.  He said "call me anytime you want to watch your wife take a
black cock.  She was amazing, the best fuck I've ever had in my entire
life. You're a damn lucky man.  Captain." And he walked out of the room.  I
looked down at what he handed me.  five $100.00 dollar bills and his
business card.  "Detective Bobby Smith, Tampa Police Department."



   That was a year ago, and since that time, always at my request, Connie
has fucked or sucked a dozen black men, always from the Tampa Police
Department, all friends of Bobby and subordinates of mine.and always with a
$500.00 tip.  It's turned into a nice side job!