My wife laid naked on the bed. She looked tense and nervous. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her small nipples were taut and eager, betraying the depths of her ravenous desire.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” she giggled nervously as she shook her head. Her pretty, golden brown eyes darted towards the bathroom door and she swallowed hard as it opened.
He was big, muscular and as black as night. His shiny mahogany flesh glistened and his enormous cock hung like an elephant’s trunk between his powerful legs.
Her eyes widened and she gasped. She looked terrified and I thought for a moment that she might get up and run from the room.
I’d confessed the night before, during foreplay, that I often fantasized about watching her with another man. I’d been drunk at the time and it had just slipped out but it had been obvious that I’d piqued her interest and the sex that followed had been amazing.
“Oh my god,” she laughed. Her eyes were riveted to his cock and her mouth was agape. Her chest flushed and a foreboding pit formed in my stomach. I’d never seen her so excited.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a thick African accent. He had calm eyes and a deep soothing voice and my wife smiled seductively.