MY WIFE'S FIRST BLACK LOVER
My wife kept telling me how a woman at her part time job bragged about how great her black lover was. In telling me about it my wife acted both intrigued and appalled. Finally, after she brought it up a few more times, I said, "I guess you would like to what it would be like to have sex with a black man." Right away she denied that she was thinking about that, but after a couple days later she brought up the woman and her black lover again. Again, I said, "You are really interested in knowing what it would be like aren't you." .........This time she said, "I will think about it."
After a few weeks we went to a party and a good looking black guy in his late 20s or early 30s was there. (My wife is 63 but she keeps in good shape.) I noticed Rita kept looking at him.
When my Rita went outside to help prepare the food I struck up a conversation with him. After a while I told him about the woman where my Rita works and her black lover.......To that he said, "I hope your wife doesn't believe all those rumours about us." I simply shrugged and said, "She's always talking about it; I think she's jealous of the woman.".......He looked at her but didn't say anything.
As I talked to him, I found myself picturing him on top of my wife's lily white naked body. Although maybe I should have been horrified at the image, after a bit, I found the picture strangely intriguing.......She had been thinking about it long enough, so I decided I wanted her to experience it. Now the problem would be to get them together.
Finally, I said to him, "After a few more drinks I think if you approached her right, you could invite her into the guest bedroom for a long talk, or whatever." The way I said whatever pretty well revealed what I had been thinking.........He was surprised and a bit embarrassed, and right away said, "I guess she would have something to say about that" and tried to shrug it off. But after that he kept glancing at her. I figured this was going to be one of those "now-or-never" situations where if you don't do something, you always wonder why you didn't, even if it went nowhere. I said, "I'll talk to her."
So I went over to her and nodded toward him and said , "Just talk to him for a while and then see where it goes." Then I led her over to him and I introduced them and after a bit I moved away and watched them from a distance. They were uncomfortable with each other at first but neither wanted to be impolite and bolt away.
After a few more drinks and a lot more conversation I saw her laughing and touching him on the arm. After a while, he put an arm around her waist. She didn't object...... Eventually, I saw him guide her toward the bedroom. They stayed until well after midnight. I knew what had to be happening by then.
When they finally came out of the bedroom, my wife's face was flushed and her hair was messed. I guess everyone sort of knew what they had been doing...... Maybe I should have been jealous, and I guess the drinks I had helped alleviate that, but I mostly just thought about how my Rita had gotten up the courage to let a black man have her. Above all, I wondered how her views would be changed.
On the way home my wife didn't have much to say, but I asked her if they had made it and without thinking she started to reach down to her pelvis, but then she quickly pulled her hand away and said ......"Yes.
"Then I said, "I guess you weren't disappointed."
"You set it up; did you think I would be?"
We drove in silence for a while, there was a nervous tension for quite a while.
I said "Would you like to do it again with him?"
She thought about it. "Give me a day or two to think about it."
After a couple days and with the issue hanging in the air, I asked her again."
"Now that I've done it once, I guess it would be okay."
"It's not a guess situation; either you do or you don't want to."
"Okay then, yes I would ! I've heard it takes a few times before you get really used to
it, it would be a shame not to experience it properly"
"How about six times and then we'll see how you feel about it." I figured after six
times it would be easy for her and she might even start to look forward to it.
She thought about it. "Okay, six times, assuming he's interested."
....... "I already know he's interested."
After a few weeks we went to a party and a good looking black guy in his late 20s or early 30s was there. (My wife is 63 but she keeps in good shape.) I noticed Rita kept looking at him.
When my Rita went outside to help prepare the food I struck up a conversation with him. After a while I told him about the woman where my Rita works and her black lover.......To that he said, "I hope your wife doesn't believe all those rumours about us." I simply shrugged and said, "She's always talking about it; I think she's jealous of the woman.".......He looked at her but didn't say anything.
As I talked to him, I found myself picturing him on top of my wife's lily white naked body. Although maybe I should have been horrified at the image, after a bit, I found the picture strangely intriguing.......She had been thinking about it long enough, so I decided I wanted her to experience it. Now the problem would be to get them together.
Finally, I said to him, "After a few more drinks I think if you approached her right, you could invite her into the guest bedroom for a long talk, or whatever." The way I said whatever pretty well revealed what I had been thinking.........He was surprised and a bit embarrassed, and right away said, "I guess she would have something to say about that" and tried to shrug it off. But after that he kept glancing at her. I figured this was going to be one of those "now-or-never" situations where if you don't do something, you always wonder why you didn't, even if it went nowhere. I said, "I'll talk to her."
So I went over to her and nodded toward him and said , "Just talk to him for a while and then see where it goes." Then I led her over to him and I introduced them and after a bit I moved away and watched them from a distance. They were uncomfortable with each other at first but neither wanted to be impolite and bolt away.
After a few more drinks and a lot more conversation I saw her laughing and touching him on the arm. After a while, he put an arm around her waist. She didn't object...... Eventually, I saw him guide her toward the bedroom. They stayed until well after midnight. I knew what had to be happening by then.
When they finally came out of the bedroom, my wife's face was flushed and her hair was messed. I guess everyone sort of knew what they had been doing...... Maybe I should have been jealous, and I guess the drinks I had helped alleviate that, but I mostly just thought about how my Rita had gotten up the courage to let a black man have her. Above all, I wondered how her views would be changed.
On the way home my wife didn't have much to say, but I asked her if they had made it and without thinking she started to reach down to her pelvis, but then she quickly pulled her hand away and said ......"Yes.
"Then I said, "I guess you weren't disappointed."
"You set it up; did you think I would be?"
We drove in silence for a while, there was a nervous tension for quite a while.
I said "Would you like to do it again with him?"
She thought about it. "Give me a day or two to think about it."
After a couple days and with the issue hanging in the air, I asked her again."
"Now that I've done it once, I guess it would be okay."
"It's not a guess situation; either you do or you don't want to."
"Okay then, yes I would ! I've heard it takes a few times before you get really used to
it, it would be a shame not to experience it properly"
"How about six times and then we'll see how you feel about it." I figured after six
times it would be easy for her and she might even start to look forward to it.
She thought about it. "Okay, six times, assuming he's interested."
....... "I already know he's interested."
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