By the time Fran fucked Jack, the first time, three years had passed since I broke up her little tryst with Robert. To my knowledge, she never strayed from that date. I took her to an adult movie house and we saw two films, one was with John Holmes and I could see Fran get very noticeably turned on where Holmes was fucking the girls. The second film was Behind the Green Door. I could see Fran’s left hand between her legs and see her squeezing her thighs against it while Marilyn Chambers was getting fucked by Johnny Keys Black cock. That’s when I hatched my plan to turn her into a hot wife. I purchased a swingers magazine and showed her all the adds. Remember, at this time, I still was under the impression that Robert had an average sized cock. A few days after Fran saw the magazine she asked how we would go about making arrangements and if I thought I could handle it. I told her as long as I was there and she didn’t cheat on me,
I would be fine. I t0ld her she could write the ad. I nearly fainted when Fran specified that the “candidate “ must be well hung. I didn’t even know she knew what that meant. She even allowed (actually she suggested) we submit a photo, because, as she observed, the other ads included photo’s. Fran didn’t think anyone would respond. When I bought the mag, a few weeks later, there was our ad, in living color, taking up 1/4 of a page. Fran’s face was in full view (I thought she had blacked it out with a pen) and she looked absolutely stunning in a red, see through, nightly. We got tons of responses over the next few months and Fran picked out one letter that struck a chord with her. I contacted him, and it turned out to be Jack. Fran spoke with him on the phone and we set up a date for me to meet Jack. When I met him, at a restaurant about an hour and 1/2 away, I was shocked to find standing in front of me was a very large, good looking black man. When I got home, I informed Fran that everything was set for the following weekend. Fran was taken back a little by how quickly it was happening. I never told Fran that Jack was black because during our little fantasy playing, I would always tell Fran I had arranged her own little Behind the Green Door, she would always respond “but not with a black man”
When she met Jack the next weekend at the hotel, I thought that would be the end of that. Her and Jack danced a couple dances. Fran loved to dance and I didn’t, so that was a plus. Jack announced that he was very ready to proceed. I looked at Fran and she gave me a raised eyebrow and nodded OK. I gave Jack our room number (his room was right next door with a connecting door between, and told him to come by after about 30 minutes. As Fran and I were walking to our room Fran said that I never told her that Jack was black. I told her I could call the whole thing off if she wanted, she quickly responded ‘No”. She said he seemed to be a nice guy and she would “do” him with her hands. She said she didn’t think she could ever have sex with a black man. Long story short, she and Jack had sex for over 11 years. It was the first time, during that initial date, that while Fran was sitting on Jack’s prodigious cock and in the midst of her umpteeth climax I heard her moan how good it was to be fucked by a big cock again and it had been ages since she had a big cock in her.
After they were finally done for the evening, I asked Fran what she meant by finally having a big cock inside her “again”. After some denial, she admitted that the John Holmes film had reminded her of Robert. A fact I later confirmed in person