12 December Part 1 - actual

Things had not gone that well that saturday morning. First the agency had rung at about 11.30 to say that the guy we had selected for Rachel’s initiation into black sexing at 4-6pm that afternoon, James, a handsome friendly and totally buff west indian guy with whom we had exchanged emails and a bit of banter the week before, was now not able to come as he was unwell. They were proposing a man called Daniel, 29, sportsman, very fit we were told and the guy on the phone coyly said that Rach would not be disappointed in any way. He knew it has her first time and was keen to please. ‘He’s impressive in every way..’ he said…I figured I knew what he meant.

I wasn’t sure how to handle this. The week leading upto the weekend had been a blur, busy as hell, it’s that time of year. Above all Rach was a lather of excitement, she seemed to be knickers off and wet most of the time. I wasn’t sure what she had been unto on the web but she has a few pen friends, as it were, and she seemed to have worked herself up onto a veritable cauldron of sexual tension and excitement. But by friday evening nerves had set in. We had sorted out our family arrangements by mid Saturday morning, but rather than this helping clear the decks for an afternoon of fun, frolics and new adventures, come 10.30 Rach said that she didn’t think she wanted to do it anymore. She felt well out of her comfort zone. Who might see he come, see him leave, what is he was rough, had stds, was a bully, was it dangerous, would it spoil what we had, what if the family found out, our friends…..her parents!!

Conflicted, she wanted to free the sexual cravings within her but this now frightened her. We talked, I tried to reassure her. So when the fellow rang and said sorry no James that was pretty much it. Weeks of excitement and mental preparation, frantic sex and personal masturbation, the culmination of everything I knew we both wanted hung in the grip go fate.

So I didn’t tell her, at least not then. Perhaps wrongly, I reckoned, that finely balanced, she might really call it off. We had come a long way since I had got her to suck that stranger’s cock on the dunes in France in the summer of last year. I figured let the sap rise, take it coolly….

We all know how long it takes a woman to get ready, and this was special. She was too jumpy to eat, I tried to get her to have a glass of wine at lunchtime. I had a crust and a small glass of rose. I was feeling the tension too. She disappeared upstairs at 2 to have a bath and get ready. The implications of what we were doing really began to hit home with me. It was not that I was, in a short while, I was really going to watch my wife of 11 years get fucked in front of me, fulfilling many of both my and her sexual fantasies and longings. It was more that I began to worry about whether deciding to host it at our home, in our lounge, ending up I suspected on our own double bed that caused a strange mixture of worry and excitement. Hitherto our home had been ours, sacred, special, clean. Were we about to pollute it with unimaginable filthiness. Yet I was the last person to call a halt.

I went upstairs to see Rach at the bathroom mirror, looking closely at her lovely fresh complexion as she brushed first her teeth then gargled minty mouthwash. My mind raced at the spontaneous idea of her mouth filling with her bull’s cum and whether she would similarly swill it around her mouth and spit it out, or swallow as she loves to swallow me. She loves cum, Rachel does, she is such a slut when she gets turned on. I wondered how far she would travel today.

The bath was foamy and sweet smelling, she let her towel dressing gown fall from her shoulders as she slipped into the warm water. She sighed. I busied myself for 5 minutes in our room then put my head around the door. ‘How are you feeling?’ I asked. She smiled. ‘Better’ I looked at her and I felt a deep and protective tenderness towards her. I sat on the end of the bath as she lay back. And for the first time that morning I felt my own cock harden as I felt lust sweep through me. I rubbed her neck, her short bob cut hair tickling my hand..’You do want to go through with this?’ I asked gently, giving no lead in my voice about any direction I felt. ‘You want me to don’t you?’ I nodded. ‘Very much darling..’ She knew me too well. I told her about the last minute the change of guy. She took it better than I had feared. We speculated about how he looked, that he was african american we had been told, spoke with an american accent they had said. I told Rachel that his cock would likely be wide, long and very stiff. That he was a pro and would be both gentle but also highly energetic. That she would be fucked to hell and back. How was she feeling inside? ‘I have felt a bit dead these last 24 hours, numb I suppose, at the thought of it all, but as I lie here in the bubbles, the truth is, I can’t fucking wait…’ She looked excited. I knew she would not back out now…

The five minutes before the door rang were the worst. I persuaded her to have a glass of wine to calm her nerves.