My wife Deena just turned 40 this year, and still turns heads after 2 *******. She is about 5'8", with shoulder length blonde hair. She runs to keep her body slim but a little curvy. I am 8 years older and we have been married for 15 years. She told me shortly after we met that she had dated a black guy in college. It came up in casual conversation, she didn't make a big deal of it, but I thought about it quite a bit. We have always had an excellent sex life, but as anyone with ******* can tell you, they tend to slow it down. We still use toys,watch porn together, and occasionally we would happen on an Interracial movie. I noticed she would be a little more focused on these, watching a little more quietly at first, joking a lot less than the white on white scenes.
After I found Blacktowhite.net I picked up a few pointers, and ordered an American Whopper Vibrator. She was skeptical at first, but eventually it became our favorite. She is a big fan of The Bachelor and I would ask her about black guys on the show. She would just play it off as amusing, but I could tell it was making the issue seem more casual. I would joke about her dating black guys quite a bit, and eventually, she would play along. At this point, I had stopped short of ever telling her my fantasy was to see her with a black guy, but I thought about it quite a bit.
Every year, for Christmas, Deena books us a vacation for the following February. Last year, we went to New Orleans, the year before, Savannah. It is a way to get us out of the cold winters here in the Upper Midwest and relax. This year, she surprised me with a Vegas trip. I had been a couple of times, but it would be her first. She had done all the research and booked us a suite at The Venetian. In the lead up to the trip, she had done quite a bit of shopping, buying me a new suit and herself a couple of dresses. I asked to see her purchases, but she said I would have to wait for the surprise.
Its about a three hour flight and Deena drank quite a bit on the plane. I could tell she was a little tipsy by how loud and flirty she was as we left the plane. We picked up our bags and took a shuttle to the rental car company. When we arrived, there was a line and I went to use the bathroom. When I came out, my wife wasn't in line. I walked around the lobby and noticed her in an office, separate from the counter. I walked into the office and a muscular black guy stood up from the desk and shook my hand. He introduced himself as Brian, the manager.
I asked if there was a problem, Deena giggled and said, "Brian told me I look like a VIP and he is going to help us out." I thought it was kind of strange, but it sure as hell beat waiting in line. She frequently got preferential treatment from men, so I didn't think much of it. As we were filling out the paperwork, I couldn't help but notice how flirty Deena was. Brian was very complimentary and quite forward, commenting on her not looking her age, and how he didn't believe she had 2 *******. I just laughed it off, but it was certainly turning me on. She had worn a dress that buttoned down the front and it had slipped open in the front over her knee. I was pretty sure from his angle he could probably see at least her underwear. When she leaned forward to read some of the paperwork, he had a clear view of her bra and probably half of her nipples. I think she had undone an extra button since we got to Vegas Once we signed the paperwork, we gathered up our bags and headed to the car. To my surprise, the manager followed us out. I headed towards the compact lot, but Brian pointed at a row of new large SUVs.
"He upgraded us." Deena said with a grin.
He helped load the bags in the hatch, and opened my wife's door for her. I knew she was a bit ******* when shockingly she leaned in and gave Brian a huge hug. I think it even took him by surprise, but he didn't seem to mind. It lingered a little longer than normal, only exciting me more. When she slid into the car, it became clear why he wanted to open her door. Her dress slid all the way up her hips and before she could tug it back down, I caught him staring right her crotch. I hadn't seen her underwear before the trip, but now I saw they were black lace, so he had an excellent view of her trimmed pussy.
She laughed and pulled her skirt back down, looked at Brian and said in a sultry voice, "Thanks for all your help." He handed her his card and said, "I wrote my personal cell number on here for any emergencys."
As soon as he walked away, she leaned over the console, kissed me on the neck, started rubbing my hard dick through my pants, and whispered, "I am so fucking hot right now."
We were both laughing as we pulled out of the lot and headed towards the strip. I couldn't wait to get back to our room, but Deena said we had to make a couple stops. First a ******* store, then she was guiding me with the gps on her phone. We pulled into a strip mall and she pointed at a Lions Den adult store.
"I was afraid to bring any toys on the plane, so I thought we could buy one here and ship it home."
All I could say was "Awesome."
She told me to wait in the car, and a few minutes later she came out with a bag. She was giggling as she slid back into the car and pulled out a box that was about a foot long. There was a picture of Flash Brown, the porn star, and his cock. She told me after meeting Brian, she really wanted to try some black cock.
I half jokingly said,"I think Brian wanted to give you the real thing." She said I was silly and started laughing as she pulled it out of the box, her eyes were wide with amazement.
"I can't believe how big this thing is. I'm not even sure it will fit." She said, no longer laughing, but just sort of turning the vibrator over in her hands, staring at it.
We had about a half hour drive to our hotel, so I just said, "Why don't you try it out."
"In the car, no way, someone will see."
"Go on, climb in the back, the windows are tinted." I wasn't really sure how tinted the windows were, but I was dying to see her use that vibrator.
She got out the batteries she had wisely purchased and installed them. The giant cock started to vibrate immediately, first at a low rate, then when she turned up the speed, I swear it was visibly shaking. She started laughing and just quietly saying, "Holy *******." over and over. She unbuckled her seat belt, climbed over the center console into the back seat and said, "Hand me one of those bottles of wine."
She sat back in the middle of the seat, hiked up her skirt and peeled her panties down her legs. She leaned forward and and put the crotch of her panties against my mouth and they fell into my lap. They were drenched like a wet sponge. I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could see what she was up to. Her feet were on the backs of the front seats and when her lips spread open, I could see they were shiny from her juices. She turned on the vibrator and started rubbing it up and down her lips. She was moaning softly and the black cock was getting shiny. She put the tip on her clit and instantly had her first orgasm. The seat was getting wet under her ass and when she came again, a puddle started to form on the black leather.
It's a miracle that I didn't rear end anyone in traffic. I moved the mirror up so I could watch Deena's face. When we made eye contact she licked her lips and made a sly grin, rolled her eyes back and came again. When I saw her start clenching her teeth I moved the mirror back down to her pussy. "Mmmmm" she moaned as the the tip of the toy pierced her pussy lips. The tip was not that large, but as she worked it in, the girth was increasing. She had it in about 2 inches and when it hit her g-spot, she came so hard it popped out bringing a flow of her cum with it. She quickly put it back in and now she was so wet, it met less resistance and about 6 inches went in. The sight of her pussy stretched so tight around a black cock was amazing. She turned up the power and continued working it in and out. Slowly at first, grunting each time she slid it in, but soon she was jamming it in as hard as she could. It was a miracle that no cars around us could hear her because she seemed to be having one continuous orgasm. I couldn't believe it, but the balls at the bottom started bottoming out against her ass. When it was all the way in, she pulled her legs together and squeezed the cock tightly into her pussy. She was saying "oh *******" over and over and eventually she just sighed and fell over on the seat. Afterwards, she just laid there and all I could hear was the vibrator, the sound, muffled by being buried in her pussy. After a few minutes of relaxing, she pulled out the toy out of her pussy and drenched the entire seat.
She was a mess, so she bent over the seat to get something out of our suitcases. She still had her dress hiked up and her pussy was in clear view. There was still cum running out of her, and I was shocked how stretched out her pussy was. I could only wonder what fucking her would be like after that huge vibrator.
She climbed back up front and we finished our ride to the hotel. I got us checked in and as we were headed up to the room, Deena's phone rang with a Vegas phone number. I told her to answer it because it could be the Hotel. I could only make out her side of the conversation, but after a couple replies I could tell it was Brian from the rental car company. My wife seemed extra bubbly, partly because of the bottle of wine she had finished off in the car, but I think because she was turned on by him.
"Well, thanks for calling, the SUV is great."
"I'm not sure what our plans are. Thank you for the offer, let me talk to my husband and I will see what our plans are tomorrow night."
She hung up the phone and grinned ear to ear. "He asked what we were doing tomorrow night, he wants to show us around."
I wanted to say, "Hell yes" because the thought of Brian fucking Deena was unbelievable. But I knew I had to let her decide, I wanted it to be her idea, even though I had been thinking about it for a while.
After I found Blacktowhite.net I picked up a few pointers, and ordered an American Whopper Vibrator. She was skeptical at first, but eventually it became our favorite. She is a big fan of The Bachelor and I would ask her about black guys on the show. She would just play it off as amusing, but I could tell it was making the issue seem more casual. I would joke about her dating black guys quite a bit, and eventually, she would play along. At this point, I had stopped short of ever telling her my fantasy was to see her with a black guy, but I thought about it quite a bit.
Every year, for Christmas, Deena books us a vacation for the following February. Last year, we went to New Orleans, the year before, Savannah. It is a way to get us out of the cold winters here in the Upper Midwest and relax. This year, she surprised me with a Vegas trip. I had been a couple of times, but it would be her first. She had done all the research and booked us a suite at The Venetian. In the lead up to the trip, she had done quite a bit of shopping, buying me a new suit and herself a couple of dresses. I asked to see her purchases, but she said I would have to wait for the surprise.
Its about a three hour flight and Deena drank quite a bit on the plane. I could tell she was a little tipsy by how loud and flirty she was as we left the plane. We picked up our bags and took a shuttle to the rental car company. When we arrived, there was a line and I went to use the bathroom. When I came out, my wife wasn't in line. I walked around the lobby and noticed her in an office, separate from the counter. I walked into the office and a muscular black guy stood up from the desk and shook my hand. He introduced himself as Brian, the manager.
I asked if there was a problem, Deena giggled and said, "Brian told me I look like a VIP and he is going to help us out." I thought it was kind of strange, but it sure as hell beat waiting in line. She frequently got preferential treatment from men, so I didn't think much of it. As we were filling out the paperwork, I couldn't help but notice how flirty Deena was. Brian was very complimentary and quite forward, commenting on her not looking her age, and how he didn't believe she had 2 *******. I just laughed it off, but it was certainly turning me on. She had worn a dress that buttoned down the front and it had slipped open in the front over her knee. I was pretty sure from his angle he could probably see at least her underwear. When she leaned forward to read some of the paperwork, he had a clear view of her bra and probably half of her nipples. I think she had undone an extra button since we got to Vegas Once we signed the paperwork, we gathered up our bags and headed to the car. To my surprise, the manager followed us out. I headed towards the compact lot, but Brian pointed at a row of new large SUVs.
"He upgraded us." Deena said with a grin.
He helped load the bags in the hatch, and opened my wife's door for her. I knew she was a bit ******* when shockingly she leaned in and gave Brian a huge hug. I think it even took him by surprise, but he didn't seem to mind. It lingered a little longer than normal, only exciting me more. When she slid into the car, it became clear why he wanted to open her door. Her dress slid all the way up her hips and before she could tug it back down, I caught him staring right her crotch. I hadn't seen her underwear before the trip, but now I saw they were black lace, so he had an excellent view of her trimmed pussy.
She laughed and pulled her skirt back down, looked at Brian and said in a sultry voice, "Thanks for all your help." He handed her his card and said, "I wrote my personal cell number on here for any emergencys."
As soon as he walked away, she leaned over the console, kissed me on the neck, started rubbing my hard dick through my pants, and whispered, "I am so fucking hot right now."
We were both laughing as we pulled out of the lot and headed towards the strip. I couldn't wait to get back to our room, but Deena said we had to make a couple stops. First a ******* store, then she was guiding me with the gps on her phone. We pulled into a strip mall and she pointed at a Lions Den adult store.
"I was afraid to bring any toys on the plane, so I thought we could buy one here and ship it home."
All I could say was "Awesome."
She told me to wait in the car, and a few minutes later she came out with a bag. She was giggling as she slid back into the car and pulled out a box that was about a foot long. There was a picture of Flash Brown, the porn star, and his cock. She told me after meeting Brian, she really wanted to try some black cock.
I half jokingly said,"I think Brian wanted to give you the real thing." She said I was silly and started laughing as she pulled it out of the box, her eyes were wide with amazement.
"I can't believe how big this thing is. I'm not even sure it will fit." She said, no longer laughing, but just sort of turning the vibrator over in her hands, staring at it.
We had about a half hour drive to our hotel, so I just said, "Why don't you try it out."
"In the car, no way, someone will see."
"Go on, climb in the back, the windows are tinted." I wasn't really sure how tinted the windows were, but I was dying to see her use that vibrator.
She got out the batteries she had wisely purchased and installed them. The giant cock started to vibrate immediately, first at a low rate, then when she turned up the speed, I swear it was visibly shaking. She started laughing and just quietly saying, "Holy *******." over and over. She unbuckled her seat belt, climbed over the center console into the back seat and said, "Hand me one of those bottles of wine."
She sat back in the middle of the seat, hiked up her skirt and peeled her panties down her legs. She leaned forward and and put the crotch of her panties against my mouth and they fell into my lap. They were drenched like a wet sponge. I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could see what she was up to. Her feet were on the backs of the front seats and when her lips spread open, I could see they were shiny from her juices. She turned on the vibrator and started rubbing it up and down her lips. She was moaning softly and the black cock was getting shiny. She put the tip on her clit and instantly had her first orgasm. The seat was getting wet under her ass and when she came again, a puddle started to form on the black leather.
It's a miracle that I didn't rear end anyone in traffic. I moved the mirror up so I could watch Deena's face. When we made eye contact she licked her lips and made a sly grin, rolled her eyes back and came again. When I saw her start clenching her teeth I moved the mirror back down to her pussy. "Mmmmm" she moaned as the the tip of the toy pierced her pussy lips. The tip was not that large, but as she worked it in, the girth was increasing. She had it in about 2 inches and when it hit her g-spot, she came so hard it popped out bringing a flow of her cum with it. She quickly put it back in and now she was so wet, it met less resistance and about 6 inches went in. The sight of her pussy stretched so tight around a black cock was amazing. She turned up the power and continued working it in and out. Slowly at first, grunting each time she slid it in, but soon she was jamming it in as hard as she could. It was a miracle that no cars around us could hear her because she seemed to be having one continuous orgasm. I couldn't believe it, but the balls at the bottom started bottoming out against her ass. When it was all the way in, she pulled her legs together and squeezed the cock tightly into her pussy. She was saying "oh *******" over and over and eventually she just sighed and fell over on the seat. Afterwards, she just laid there and all I could hear was the vibrator, the sound, muffled by being buried in her pussy. After a few minutes of relaxing, she pulled out the toy out of her pussy and drenched the entire seat.
She was a mess, so she bent over the seat to get something out of our suitcases. She still had her dress hiked up and her pussy was in clear view. There was still cum running out of her, and I was shocked how stretched out her pussy was. I could only wonder what fucking her would be like after that huge vibrator.
She climbed back up front and we finished our ride to the hotel. I got us checked in and as we were headed up to the room, Deena's phone rang with a Vegas phone number. I told her to answer it because it could be the Hotel. I could only make out her side of the conversation, but after a couple replies I could tell it was Brian from the rental car company. My wife seemed extra bubbly, partly because of the bottle of wine she had finished off in the car, but I think because she was turned on by him.
"Well, thanks for calling, the SUV is great."
"I'm not sure what our plans are. Thank you for the offer, let me talk to my husband and I will see what our plans are tomorrow night."
She hung up the phone and grinned ear to ear. "He asked what we were doing tomorrow night, he wants to show us around."
I wanted to say, "Hell yes" because the thought of Brian fucking Deena was unbelievable. But I knew I had to let her decide, I wanted it to be her idea, even though I had been thinking about it for a while.
