I couldn't get and pay the check fast enough. We left the club and headed across the street to our hotel. Once just inside the lobby, my wife said that she was thirsty and suggested that we stop at the lounge to enjoy a drink before going upstairs. I offered to get room service, but she persisted, so we got two lounge chairs in the corner and ordered champagne for her and a scotch for me.
My wife looked amazing! Her erect nipples were driving me crazy, but it was also the very sexed-up look on her face. The lounge was quiet and not crowded so we were able to talk.
"Did you like watching me be a total slut?" my wife asked me.
"I did" i confessed. "Their arms around you .. feeling you up. It was hot to see how badly those guys wanted you... wanted to fuck you."
"And what about them all being Black?" my wife asked me.
"Well, they were all very attracted to you." I admitted.
"But what did YOU think?" my wife pressed.
"It was exciting, i guess." I replied. "I mean, we have fantasized about it."
"Is it bad that I wanted one of them to fuck me?" my wife asked.
"Which one?" I asked.
"The one with the biggest cock." my wife answered. My wife then opened her legs a bit and revealed her very damp panties to me.
"Oh My GOD" I said softly. "You're drenched."
"I know, right?" my wife replied. "I'm not gonna lie to you... I really want a huge cock right now... I love you... but I really NEED a big one right now."
"You do?" I rhetorically asked.
"YES" my wife hissed into my ear. "And right now I think that a really big BLACK one would be just what I need. A Big Black, throbbing cock to spread your wife's white pussy as much as i can... and I want you watch me take it ALL! Yea, that would be perfect."
"I understand," I said sympathetically to my wife, "But we don't know ANY of those guys over there and it's just not safe... even with condoms."
My wife reached into her small purse, took out her phone and began texting. After a couple of back-and-forth texts, my wife looked up at me.
"Suppose I told you that I know of someone" my wife said softly. "That I know of someone through my girlfriend K and that he's vetted safe. That K actually introduced him to me one day over coffee. That he and I have been texting each other since. I just didn't know how you'd REALLY feel about it. I know that we've fantasized about me with a Black guy during sex, but I didn't know if you'd really be okay with it. But I think that you're as worked up right now as I am."
"Is that who you were texting just now?" I asked.
"Yes" my wife admitted. "And earlier this week, I made a date with him."
"For when?" I asked.
"For tonight... " She replied.
"What?" I asked. "Tonight? Where?"
"Right here" my wife replied. "In this hotel. I just confirmed that we have a room and are on for tonight after seeing how worked up you are."
"You confirmed with him?" I asked. "Was he one of the guys that you danced with earlier?"
"God no!" my wife replied. "This guy has class and is really HOT."
"When did you agree to meet him?" I asked.
"In about 30 minutes," my wife replied. "Here in the lounge, but I would like to freshen up first."
I don't know if I was more in shock or more excited that this fantasy was really about to happen? We stood and headed for the elevators.
As we entered the empty elevator, my wife took her phone back out and began swiping for pictures.
"I've not seen it for real" my wife giggled, "But in the pictures he sent me, he's HUGE!"
To be continued....
