My wife received a big promotion at work, and we chatted over dinner and a few glasses of wine about what she would like to do to celebrate. After a few ideas back and forth I jokingly suggested that as she works so hard and has been such a good wife to me then maybe she deserves to be treated to a new big cock to play with, perhaps attached to a nice black guy. ‘Oh I haven’t ever been down that road’ she laughed. That did get me intrigued so asked why as it does seem to be a fairly common fantasy and she said that it was just that the opportunity hasn’t presented itself. I know that she doesn’t really have a type as such and is just open to sex with the right person, as long as they are decent and respectful and has my approval. We talked more and more and have never specifically looked for a certain man, but that maybe my idea would be a something she couldn’t turn down ‘if it would make me happy too’ which of course there was no doubt about that.

We booked a small home in London as we hadn’t been for some years and it would be good to see the sights again, theatre, and out for drinks and good food. It was also a city you can be anonymous easily which we both prefer. If the weekend was just us then great but making plans with someone else too would make it even better and we had a couple of weeks to see who might fit the bill. After posting a note to say we would be in town for a couple of days, there was plenty of interest so to speak and we filtered out the usual timewasters and finally landed on one guy in particular, Adam. He was single, held down a job in banking, and was saying all the right things, nothing explicit, just flirtatious. My wife liked the sound of him so we had a quick video call to check that he was genuine. Adam was well spoken and was happy to ‘show us around’ as he was free all weekend.  

We travelled up on the Friday by train and shared a bottle of champagne on the journey. On arrival we had lunch before being able to check in to our home for the weekend. I popped out to a nearby shop to pick up some supplies and was gone a little longer than expected. I returned and assumed my wife was unpacking in the bedroom so headed there to find her. The curtains were closed and just a small lamp lit the room. She was laying on the bed, resting up a little against the pillows with a glass of bubbly in her hand. She was naked apart from black and pink matching bra and knickers, and black hold up stockings.  ‘What took you so long?’ she teased and placed her glass on the bedside table. I hurriedly stripped down and leapt onto the bed and we were soon kissing passionately, hands exploring each other. She released my cock and straddled across my chest, her pussy inches from my face. Pulling her knickers to one side, she pushed herself back onto my mouth and my tongue probed into her deliciousness as she started to suck and lick my cock. A most welcome start to the weekend! After a few minutes she exclaimed that she ‘wanted me to fuck her’ and positioned herself ready to take it doggy style. Entering her from behind we quickly got into rhythm and as I thumbed her ass, the volume of her heavy breathing went up a notch and it wouldn’t be long before I felt her tighten around me. Unable to hold it any longer I ejaculated hard into her and simultaneously, an orgasm flushed through her body. We were in harmony with each other. Another fuck followed that afternoon and I suspected that she was in the mood for plenty of sex in the City.

We had a relaxing dinner, and my wife flirted with our waiter and a barman knowing that it turns me on and we were soon in bed again.  

We had a long lie in on the Saturday before heading out for lunch and theatre for the afternoon. Over a couple of drinks afterwards, I asked the golden question about whether she would like me to contact Adam and say hello. She stood to pop to the ladies and kissed me softly and whispered ‘Yes I think you should, don’t you?’ My eyes followed as she walked away in her tight short skirt. Whilst she was gone I sent him a message and he responded straight away and after a few exchanges, we agreed to meet for a drink later that evening at a bar close to where we were staying. My wife returned and after giving her the good news, she suggested we head back as she wanted plenty of time to get ready.

After showering and dressing, I sat back on the bed and enjoyed the experience of watching her fix her hair and make up before slipping on a pair of black stockings, heels and a tight fitting dress. It took real discipline not to have her again right there. A quick search and 10 minute walk later we stood outside. With a pang of shyness (it happens) she suggested I go in first and check if Adam was already there. After a quick scan of the busy bar, I saw him sat in a booth and approached to double check ‘Adam?’ ‘Yes, how are you? All alone?’ He stood to shake my hand. ‘Good to meet you, she is outside I will just go get her’. He was even better in person than I expected, tall, good looking and his fitted crisp white shirt suggested a strong physique. In offered him a drink which he accepted and went to find my wife outside and gave her the thumbs up. We went to the bar ordered the drinks and walked through the crowd towards Adam. I always focus on first reactions and his eyes looked her up and down, and a big smile emerged as he greeted us both. We sat opposite him and after some small talk about finding the place, relaxed into the evening. He explained that his family had moved to the UK from Ghana a generation ago and he had made his home in London after university. He was very polite and chilled, and she was very much at ease in his presence. 

A few drinks and some finger food later, he suggested we move on to another bar close by which was a more intimate and quieter. It was really upmarket and I felt a bit underdressed but it was a welcoming space. I went to the gents and left Adam and my wife at the bar to order. I purposely took my time to give them a moment without me around and observed them for a few minutes. The body language was promising, her crossed legged on a bar stool, showing plenty of stockinged thigh, smiling and listening intently to him standing next to her. As I approached, Adam spun around and said ‘I thought a bottle of champagne might be in order’ and passed me a glass which I didn’t refuse. Another bottle followed and Adam excused himself to pay the bill leaving us alone for a moment so I took the chance to ask for her verdict and whether she would like me to ask him if he would like to come home with us. Taking my hand, she leaned in close ‘I think I would really like that, if its ok with you of course’. Music to my ears.

When he returned, I eventually managed to say ‘Well we were thinking. Would you be happy to join us at our place later?’ He looked at my wife and in a tongue in cheek way ‘If you are sure then I suppose I could be persuaded!’ We laughed, all knowing what this meant in reality. Half an hour later, on the walk back, there was an intense anticipation in the air and turning the key in the door there would be no going back now.

I went to the fridge to organise some drinks and found them sat together on the large sofa in the living area. ‘Well here’s to us’ he said and we clinked glasses. My wife kicked off her heels and complained that her feet were aching a little so seizing the moment I suggested that maybe Adam would rub them for her. She adjusted her position and lifted her legs over him, her dress riding up. As he began to massage them, she closed her eyes and lay back on a cushion as I made myself comfortable in the armchair opposite.

She gratefully accepted his soothing hands caressing her and then moving a bit higher, he slowly ran his fingers up and down her black nylons prompting a light chuckle as she responded to his touch. Gradually, he went higher, her stocking tops now visible. Her dress rode up, his hand on her outer thigh. Adam leaned across and invited a kiss, holding his lips close to hers. Her arms moved over his shoulders and accepted his mouth onto hers. The kiss was tender at first but swiftly built to their tongues meeting and probing. She started to unbutton his shirt signalling her desire to move things along so he broke away and pulled her up from the sofa, and they stood together. He helped her to remove his shirt, and her fingers ran down his taught body towards his belt, almost desperate to release whatever he was packing below. Adam unzipped the back of her dress, guided it down over her body and she stepped out of it, her braless breasts bouncing forward to greet him. Down to just her stockings and knickers, she was now tugging hard to liberate him, and with a little help relieved him of his remaining clothing, except a pair of tight white boxers displaying a bulge of epic proportions. He kissed and nibbled her neck and nipples as she traced her nails over his package.  Giving her space, and hinting at what he wanted, she started her journey downwards, kissing his chest and made her way down to her knees. She looked at me briefly before taking his waistband and gradually slipping down his boxers, having to stretch them out toward her to be able to finally reveal his cock for the first time. ‘Oh my God’ she uttered as she took hold of his colossal manhood. Despite not fully aroused, his girth was incredible, and she held it, almost studying in disbelief. Kissing his big balls and around the base, she slowly masterbated him growing to a full stiffness. Licking up the length, she didn’t seem daunted and took a deep breath before opening her lips wide, Adams head jerked back as she took the first few inches of his cock. It was a tight fit and she paused before embarking on pleasuring him, his hands gripping her hair, controlling how deep he went into her mouth. She went beyond anything I had witnessed.

A good 5 minutes of sucking later, she was now clearly at a point when she unsurprisingly needed to give her mouth a rest. Taking to her feet, still holding his cock, she kissed him and without a word, led him upstairs to the bedroom. I followed shortly afterwards. On arrival, my wife was on the bed with Adam in the process of him peeling her knickers off. As they reached her ankles her feet closed together to allow him to remove them and her thighs sprung open exposing her smooth wet pussy. Holding them apart he admired what he saw for a moment before his head descended and plunged his tongue onto her wetness prompting her to gasp loudly. Within a couple of minutes she was cumming and eyes closed, her body shuddered and she reached down to hold his head in position. This was a strong intense orgasm and Adam eagerly drank her in.

She relaxed but I could tell she was now lost in passion, pulling him onto her. She was ready to fully give herself to him, a craving for his big cock. Adam read the signals and didn’t hesitate. Kneeling between her legs, holding his massive dick, teased her ‘you want this?’ ‘Yes, God Yes’

I really wanted to see him enter her so stepped forward to get a better view. With her at his mercy, he rubbed the end of his cock on her pink pussy lips. She reached down and took hold, pointing him to her opening. His thickness stretched her as the first couple of inches penetrated. Quite the gentlemen, he checked she was ok before slowly increasing the depth, until he was fulling submerged and held still. She had never taken anything like this before (as far as I know) and was now clenching a pillow. He was gentle, and delivered a couple of strokes, almost judging her resilience. ‘Just relax and enjoy the experience’ he said before stepping up the tempo, giving her his full length and she was shrieking now with each thrust, her nails digging into his muscular back.

As he fucked her, I had to turn up the TV to supress the noise, neighbours and all that. I had never heard her so boisterous in bed with someone. Adam was now in the zone, servicing this wife. Flipping her over to take her from behind, on her hands and knees she waited with anticipation for a rear entry. Sinking his cock into her again set her off, and I knew it wouldn’t be long now before her juices would be flowing again. How right I was. Her body tightened, pushing back to take everything he had, and cumming hard. He continued, unabashed, screwing her as she came. He was holding firm though and I was impressed that he hadn’t yet lost control but it wasn’t long before he suddenly started to fuck her harder and on the last furlong, grunted before taking hold of his cock, moved it to her face, sprayed her with a torrent of hot spunk. My wife licked her lips swallowing everything her tongue could reach. Both satisfied, he held her in his arms and all was quiet.

Adam left us a little later and since would like a repeat next time we are in London although we are considering inviting him to ours for weekend.