Emma and I had arranged to meet a guy at a pub for a drink, and he didn’t show up. It was a shame because she was confident enough to meet him and it can be so frustrating when that happens. I had noticed my wife glancing over my shoulder, it was clear she had made eye contact with another guy. Having decided the guy we were supposed to meet wasn’t going to show, I was keen to get out of the place, but Emma suggested we have another drink, so I went off to the bar. When I returned to our table, Emma was just putting a pen away in her bag and I noticed a piece of paper in the palm of her hand. When I commented that she had seen somebody she liked, she looked a bit coy. It would have been quite unusual for my wife to see a guy and just go for it as she usually liked to study their profile on the internet first. As we drank our drinks, Emma was much more open about the fact that she had noticed the other guy, smiling at him over my shoulder, and smoothing her hair occasionally, a sure sign she found him attractive. When we eventually decided it was time to go, Emma insisted on taking a particular route out of the pub and I noticed her pushing the piece of paper into the hand of the guy she had been watching. The surprising part was that he was black! The sequence of events over the following few days when she talked to the guy over the phone felt electric for me, almost as good as watching Emma being penetrated by another guy. She talked to him over the phone most evenings, going off into the dining room so she could talk privately to start with, but eventually staying in the lounge so I could hear what she had agreed. After about a week, she said she wanted to meet him, and we should book the hotel room in advance, meeting him in the hotel bar. I was a bit uncertain, but Emma said he had sent some photos to her phone, and what they say about the size of black guys’ equipment was certainly true. When I was thinking about it later, it occurred to me that she had given him the number of her real mobile phone, not just the cheap burner phone we use for swinging. When we booked in to the hotel, I suggested that Emma remained in the room while I went down to meet Jason in the bar as a couple meeting a black guy might get everyone there talking. He is a lot younger than us, in his mid-twenties, and this was the first time I had got to talk to him direct, but I quickly got to like him. We chatted for about 15 minutes, as I knew Emma wanted to get herself ready, not to mention a drink from the mini-bar to settle her nerves. When we got into the room, Emma was lying in the middle of the bed, in her most seductive undies. The next 30 minutes felt so erotic as they stripped each other slowly. What Emma had told me about his cock was certainly true, at least 8 inches when my wife had sucked him to erection, and I’m sure he was fatter than anything that had stretched her before. They used a condom, as has become our practice and I think Emma was expecting a bit of a struggle, because she got Jason to lay on his back so she could straddle him and, lifting herself up on one foot, lowered herself on. I had wanted to watch her labia being spread wide by his massive bell-end, but it was hidden from my view, although the look on her face as he penetrated her was nearly as good. Watching her nervous expression change to a slight wince as she held her breath and pressed down, was simply wonderful, especially when she gasped “oh fuck you’re big …… you’re so fucking big”. Watching my wife being taken by this young energetic stud was awesome, he seemed to be capable of fucking for hours without cumming. I had long since cum my load in my lap as I watched my wife’s pussy being stretched by her young stud. At one point I volunteered to get some towels from the en-suite as they were simply bathed in sweat. Emma was starting to sound weary, which I think Jason sensed, and he withdrew his cock from her soaking cunt to ask my wife where she wanted him to cum. Ordinarily, she wanted her boyfriends to finish off inside her, in the condom, and she quite surprised me by saying she wanted it over her tits. Jason was kneeling beside Emma wanking his cock, and I was standing at the end of the bed almost holding my breath, as my wife encouraged her new man to cum all over her tits. The sight of my wife’s stretched pussy was too much to resist, so I moved forward onto the end of the bed, stroking my hands up her thighs. Emma was clearly ‘in the moment’ as she spread her knees wide and said “yes, eat my pussy …… make me cum again …… as he cums over my tits”. It was the first time I had been physically involved at the same time, which made it feel so special. I plunged my tongue into my wife’s sodden pussy, she was so wet and stretched, it felt like I was being sucked in. I could hear Jason cumming, but only just because Emma had her thighs firmly clenched around my head. It was simply awesome! It was obviously not the first time I had tasted my wife’s pussy, but coupled with the feel of her stretched pussy, it felt very special. I was not asked to clean up the mess Jason had made on her tits, but I think I would have willingly done so if asked. After Jason had left, Emma fleetingly called me ‘cucky’ and I wondered whether she was sounding me out to a change in our relationship. So that brings you up to date. It has been a couple of weeks since we saw Jason, but I know Emma will want to meet him again because she talks about him all the time. She found some videos on Xhamster of black guys with white wives, which she enthuses about all the time. I must admit that the contrast in skin colour is very erotic. I’ll let you know how we progress.