Tuesday, August 12, 2008

HER FIRST BLACK COCK: Preliminaries

We had our first drinks at 5:30 in the hotel bar on the Saturday we were to meet. Anna asked the time three times in 10 minutes, and finally she said, “That’s him.”
I turned to watch Sam approach, my only thought was, “Damn, he is a big guy.” He was wearing sunglasses, a casual shirt and dress slacks. He shook my hand, sat down, ordered a drink, and we started talking about general things. He opened up about his life, family, his kids.
Except for the fact he was about a foot and a half taller than me, dark black, and a body builder body, he was a typical professional nice guy. We were as at ease with him as we had been at our first meeting at Mardi Gras.
We had planned for dinner first (in part to give her time to bail if the vibe was wrong), and we selected a restaurant, and they went to the restroom while I asked the front desk for directions. We had opted for a cab as we would be drinking.
I waited in the lobby for a long time, far too long for them to simply use the restroom, I realized, so I paced back and forth until I saw them coming. They were holding hands. “Damn, she sure looks so white beside him,” I remember thinking. And I had envisioned them fucking, I had not envisioned them holding hands. My stomach did a quick flutter as they approached. Later she told me that he had waited on her in the alcove of the restrooms and they had kissed for a while before they rejoined me. He later said he had been nervous up until that point.
It was a nice dinner, conversation, drinks, and not even the hint of anyone sexual. At his suggestion afterward we took a cab to the nightclub part of town. Still nothing sexual was suggested or started except for their hand holding. It was early, and no dancing or music to speak of at the club, so we ordered drinks. As we sat down at a square high table, my wife sat down, and I started to sit down beside her. “Sit over there,” she said, pointing to the other side. I moved over, and Sam came up and took his seat beside her. He held her hand again. I went to the restroom and when I returned I paused before I walked into view. Their faces were only inches apart, he had his hand on the inside of her pants leg, the other hand caressing her ass. I watched him with his hands on my wife for a few more moments, trying to get a handle on my feelings, which were all over the map. This was really happening, and was going to happen. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t just calling a stop to the whole thing, because as I watched another man’s hands on my wife I admit I did fill a pang of jealously. I pushed it back, it was too late for that now, and as I thought about it I recognized that I didn’t want to stop anything. I walked out into the room. As he saw me approach he moved his hands.
We had more drinks, and he went to the restroom. She stayed with me. “Everything ok?” I asked.
“Everything’s great.” She said.
“Have you shown him how sheer your top is yet?”
“No, but I think he’s noticed,” she laughed.
“Ready to go back to the hotel room?” I asked.
“Rushing?”
“No, not at all.” She smiled back but didn’t say anything. He returned, and after a while I left again for my turn at the restroom. Again I paused, and from where I stood it looked like he had his hand inside her coat, he was caressing her ass. And this time when I approached he saw me and didn’t move his hand. I didn’t feel jealous as much as I felt like a third wheel. I could understand a man and woman sexually attracted to each other, both knowing they would be fucking in a few minutes, their hands touching each other in ways that were hesitant but intimate just the same. I couldn’t get a handle on what my role was supposed to be in this—other than the fact that I had no real role. I was only an observer. It was an uncomfortable moment for me.
I sat down, and they both smiled at me. I knew her smile, and it said more that I can describe here. In that sly smile was lust, sex, desire, and a thank-you to me for letting her live out this fantasy. Also in that smile was the distinct implication that she was ready to fuck this man.
I went to check on a cab, and the bouncer called one, he said 10 minutes. I looked back at my wife and her soon to be black lover. Their fingers were interlocked, he was kissing her wrist as I sat back down. He didn’t stop, and they were in a quiet conversation as I sat there and watched them whisper back and forth, unable to hear what their were saying. I was oblivious to them. I squirmed around on the barstool for a few minutes, resisting drumming my fingers on the table, and walked back to the door. There was the cab. I looked back to the table, they were both looking toward me, so I motioned for them to come on. The both rushed to the cab.
She sat in the middle, and she kissed him. He was rubbing his hand up and down the inside of her leg, and the elderly white cab driver adjusted his mirror to watch them. Anna thought this was funny and broke out laughing, giggling, and finally stopped about the time we got back to the hotel. She later told me she had planned to go down on him in the cab had the driver not been paying such close attention she might have.
In the elevator we stepped in and I asked Sam, “Did you notice her top?”
He laughed, “I didn’t at first, and then I did a double take a little earlier.” Anna looked up at him, smiled, and removed her jacket, sheer under the elevator lights.
He pulled her into his arms for a kiss again, this time fondling her breast through the top. They didn’t break the kiss until the elevator stopped.

3 comments:

Sexy Wife in GA said...

I have to say, reading your blog it is almost like being there. I get excited for her and nervous and concerned about your reactions. My husband would love to have a scenario play out like the one you are describing - maybe one day soon.

Hotwife Anna and Hubby said...

Thanks, it is easy to write about something when you're simply recalling what happened--and it is easier to recall when I have most of the actual action videotaped.

What concerns do you have about my reactions? Looking back I'd say you're perceptive--because it has not all been wine, roses, and orgasms.

But we actively enjoy it. And I see you're in Georgia--when you are ready to play we can probably hook you up with a friend who is comfortable playing with couples--and is a gentleman with no emotional baggage sexually.

Sexy Wife in GA said...

Thanks for the offer - smile. I have played a few times, however we have yet to play where hubby can video in person. I have actually went off and video taped for him (of course at his encouragement). I have to say, you have both inspired me to look a little harder for someone that is more playful and in to satisfying me. I am also inspired to make it down ot Mardi Gras, hopefully soon.