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Let me tell you about the first night I learned about my husbands’ fetish. I was on top riding his cock one night. He was squeezing my boobs and making me scream as he arched his hips up making his cock touch my cervix.
What surprised me next was the fact he asked me point blank how I’d feel if he let me flirt with other guys. I rally wasn’t sure how to react to his question. I was afraid to tell him the truth at first in fear that he was testing me out.
He kept starring at my face waiting for me to reply. So I finally gave in and told him it might be fun. We were showering after having wild sex when he asked me again. He was rubbing my ass with the cloth as he kissed my neck. It tickled. He made me laugh.
We got in bed and he started to explain his whole plan to me. I listened. He explained how he wanted me to dress in my sexiest dress. He wanted me to wear something revealing. When I’m dressed I resemble a model walking down a runway. That’s how my husband explains how I look to him.
We made plans the following weekend. I bought a new dress. My husband waited patiently until I was ready. He suggested we take both our cars down to this club near the bay. I drove into the parking lot. My husband was right behind me.
He waited in his car until I walked into the club. That was the last time I saw him for awhile. I ordered a drink. It didn’t take long for several guys to start hitting on me. I casually walked and sat on the opposite end of the bar looking for my husband.
I kept starring out into the darkness until someone started me from behind. It was a man with a deep voice. I turned around and saw this tall handsome black man smiling at me. He’d asked me if I was waiting for someone. I told him no. He was extremely polite to me and asked my permission to sit down on an empty stool right next to me.
My legs were crossed at the time. My dress was very short. He kept starring at my cleavage but kept his eyes focused on mine most of the time. We talked. He told me how he’d just got out of the service. He’d just moved into town and really didn’t know anyone.
He bought me my next drink. I think he told me his whole life story in just a short time. We danced. I kept searching for my husband. I finally spotted him standing near the bar. He was watching me dance with this guy. He was at least a foot and a half taller than me.
My husband seemed a little nervous as he kept watching me dance with this black guy. I felt his hands slip down my back until his fingers brushed against my ass. I think we danced to three slow songs before we walked back to our stools. He kept his arm around my waist until I was seated back on my stool. We talked. He kept his arm on the back of my stool as we talked.
There was no doubt in my mind that this man wanted to take me back to his place that evening. We exchanged phone numbers. He walked me to my car. He leaned over and kissed my cheek before I got into my car and drove off.
I had no idea what happened to my husband until I turned the corner and saw his car pull right up behind mine. We got into the house. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on me once we got into the house. He was feeling me up as we kissed. He finally asked me why I didn’t let him kiss me when we said goodnight.
We fucked furiously for hours that night. My husband told me his feelings as he watched that tall black man hold me in his arms on the dance floor. I was aroused listening to my husband talk about how we looked out there.
We got up early the next morning. We talked over coffee as my husband asked about that black guy again. I had his name and number marked down on a little card. I was totally shocked when my husband asked me to give this guy a call.
He wanted me to make a date with him for next weekend. I called. We talked for more than an hour on the phone. He wanted to see me sooner. I looked back at my husband who was shaking his head wanting me to agree.
It was done. I made a date for Monday night. I got off the phone and my husband grabbed me. He screwed me on the table until I had this extremely intense orgasm. He told me he couldn’t wait until Monday night!
I was nervous and scared wondering if I was giving in too much for my husband at the time. Here I’ am a married woman making a date with a handsome single black man. All this with my husbands’ encouragement!
I started to wonder how far he expected me to go with another man. I was afraid to ask him and let it be.
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