Prologue
Jill my wife unknowingly rekindled the lust somewhere deep in my psyche that had smoldered unsatisfied for years.
For as long as I can remember I’ve always enjoyed viewing men appearing partially or entirely naked. I envy well-cut, handsome guys, particularly on the internet, and upon occasion live in locker rooms.
By the time I finished and graduated from high school, I’d spent a lot of time in locker rooms as a member of sports teams. I realized that my attraction had evolved and was unmistakably sexual. Many times, the observations I enjoyed were physically stimulating. They hardened my cock, and evoked fantasies of what sex with other men might be like. Visual images in media, and live exposure to trim-fit men of any race, stirred erotic thoughts and curiosity about sex with another man or men. Often, I would masturbate to a fantasy of sex with another man.
Seeing a trim-cut body sporting a nicely hung cock, whether it be viewed on a screen or live in a locker room, would always initiate some sexual scenarios in my mind.
However, I was inexperienced, and never able to muster the courage to explore a sexual experience with another guy. The urges had also become a source of confusion since I also have a very ardent attraction to females.
Eventually, like all my friends and family members, I initially settled into a strictly heterosexual lifestyle with Jill and continued to suppress my urges for the sensual pleasure that might be afforded by other men. Yet my erotic fantasies of exploring male-male sex never vanished.
Then one summer night Jill went to a bachelorette party. As a result of that party, in the days that followed, Jill unlocked the door to new and exciting lives for both of us. We stopped hiding long-time desires and began to explore them.
Chapter One-Jill Goes To The Party
One summer weekend my wife Jill unknowingly steered our lives down a road I welcomed, but never expected.
It was a warm humid Friday night in New Jersey when Jill attended a hen or bachelorette party for one of her closest friends, Kathleen, or Kat as she was called by most. Jill and Kat have been friends since high school. We were of course invited to her wedding a week later on the next Saturday.
The party was held in a very upscale neighborhood in Manhattan across the Hudson from our suburban New Jersey home. Jill, Kat, and several other girlfriends from NJ were to be picked up by a limo for the trip into the city and return.
Kat’s fiancé Trev was about twenty years older than Kat, who was twenty-nine. He owned a very successful business and was financially loaded. Trev was a nice guy whenever Jill and I had spent time with him and Kat, but I had several conversations with him, when the girls were not around, which left me with no doubt that there was a kinky sexual facet in Trev’s makeup.
Frankly, some of the taboo things in which Trev had a great deal of interest were also things that turned me on. Hot wives, interracial threesomes, a variety of bisexual and gay scenarios along with light to moderate restraint and bondage.
Trev and I were on the same page regarding those things. In fact, on several occasions during our conversations, Trev left no doubt in my mind that he had an interest in swinging. Not only with Jill and me but one on one separately with either one of us. Those talks had me imagining sex with Trev and inflamed my suppressed urges for carnal pleasure with another man.
During one of those talks, he revealed to me that Kat had always had a sexual “thing” for Jill beyond their long-time friendship. But Kat never pursued it with Jill because she was afraid that she might react negatively and jeopardize their friendship. That caught me completely by surprise, but the thought of Kat and Jill naked and pleasuring each other sexually was a real turn-on.
Frankly, Trev is a very good-looking guy and in spectacular shape for his age. On top of that, he is very well endowed. From time to time he’d invite me to work out with him at his health club in Manhattan. During post-workout showers it was obvious that Trev packs about seven ‘soft’ inches of uncut smoothly shaven cock. I often imagined what it might look like when aroused and would think to myself he’d be a perfect guy to finally satisfy my long-suppressed desire for sex with another man.
I admit that if Trev had come right out and suggested that he and I “get it on”, I would have accepted. I’d thought about what it might be like to wrap my mouth around his impressive dick and let him bust my cock sucking cherry and maybe even more.
Until recently I had doubts that Jill and I would ever experience any extra-marital adventures with Trev, Kat, or anyone else since Jill was always reluctant to agree to any of my suggestions about those things.
During sex I’d tell her of my fantasies about another man or woman, maybe both, perhaps black or Asian, joining us. Dirty talking to her about my fantasies always seemed to shift her into high gear. She’d always enjoy amazing orgasms when I included talk of others joining us, but once we were both satisfied, she’d back off. Never agreeing to try any of my ideas.
However, she never slammed the door completely. But she always managed to talk her way out of agreeing to experiment with other partners. Even when she was sexually aroused during foreplay or enjoying my cock pounding her pussy. Both of which she always admits to enjoying.
Jill will many times initiate sex and is always an enthusiastic and satisfying partner. But after sex she’d say things like, “Who knows Ken? We’ll see.”, “Might happen someday Ken”, or “Maybe Ken. If we meet the right person or couple.”
Traditionally, it’s a task for the Maid of Honor, or other close friends, to arrange a hen party for the bride-to-be. Trev’s sister Jaime, who is very hot, was the Maid of Honor. She told all of us, Kat’s close friends, a month earlier not to worry about planning the party.
Surprisingly she told us that Trev would be making all the arrangements for it and paying for everything. All the invitations, food, drinks, a rented multi-level penthouse apartment, entertainment, transportation for the guests, and any ‘extras’ at the party would be paid for by him.
At eight o’clock the doorbell rang. It was the limo driver who had arrived to pick up Jill. I yelled to her upstairs and told her she’d better be ready to go.
Almost immediately she came down the stairs and looked stunning. Her five-foot three-inch compact body was encased in a new provocative black cocktail dress. The dress had spaghetti straps with the top cut low enough to reveal just a hint of her 35B breasts. It was hemmed about three inches above her knees. She looked delicious. The dress was just snug enough to highlight her best two features. Her long yet athletic legs and firm tight ass. Her makeup enhanced the beauty of her shoulder-length blondish hair and gray/green eyes. The driver’s eyes and subtle smile showed his approval.
Jill said to me, “You know I expect this is going to be a very late night so there’s no need to wait up for me. If you get too tired just go to bed. I’m sure with the limo bringing us all home we’ll be fine so don’t worry about me and just go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning and tell you all about it.” With that, she gave me a quick kiss and was off down the front walk followed by the driver who was very obviously ogling her sweet ass from behind.
I changed into my PJ shorts and settled down in my recliner to watch what was left of a Yankees vs. Red Sox ball game. I had poured myself a generous vodka on the rocks, and as the evening wore on I had more than a few more. Later in the evening as the game ended, I was feeling the effects of the alcohol. I began thinking of how delicious Jill looked when she left and wished that she was home so I could peel her out of that snug black dress.
Before long the images in my mind of Jill, as she had left that evening, evoked thoughts of some of the sexual kinks that Trev and I had talked about. That started me wondering, along with the penthouse, food, and drinks, what were the ‘extras’ that Jill said were also being provided and paid for by Trev.
Unsurprisingly I’d thought myself into a very horny state of mind. So, I decided to fire up my laptop for some porn viewing, knowing full well where this was headed. I clicked on a Janet Mason video I’d saved. She’s always been one of my favorite interracial porn actresses. Janet loves magnificent black cocks or at least always convinces me that she does. Watching her first suck and then take about ten inches of thick black dick deep in her cunt had me imagining that black meat in my mouth.
Of course, it didn’t take long before I dropped my pajama shorts and started slowly stroking my precum-oozing cock. Soon I was shooting ropes of cum up my belly and moaning in pleasure. YES, of course, I moan and groan when I cum. Don’t you?
It was about two AM and between the vodka and the afterglow of my orgasm I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I headed to our bedroom’s bathroom where I wiped the cum off my chest and belly with a hand towel which I then dumped into the towel hamper. I brushed my teeth, took a piss, then flopped into bed and was quickly asleep.
Chapter Two-The Morning After
I awoke in kind of a half groggy state to some rustling in the room. In the dim glow of the nightlight we always kept on, I could make out Jill undressing and then quietly looking for something in her armoire. The clock on my nightstand showed 4:53 AM.
I said, “So you’re home, Hon. Is everything OK?”
She replied with a bit of a slur, “Yeah, I’m good. Go back to sleep.”
I turned over and heard her go into our bathroom. No surprise there, but soon I heard the unmistakable sound of one of her vibrators humming away. She was quiet, except for a few soft moans, but then I heard a very audible, “Ugh…ugh…oh…fuck…….Yeeeeessssss!” I thought to myself, “Hmmmmmm, I wonder what that was all about.” Then I conked out.
The next morning, I slept in until about 8:30 AM. Jill wasn’t stirring at all, so I left her alone and let her sleep. I put some coffee on and then took a shower, washing the dried cum from last night’s bating session from my body. After a cup of coffee and a quick bowl of cereal, I was off for a service appointment for my car at the dealership. Then I ran a bunch of usual Saturday errands. Before I realized it, it was already early afternoon when I returned home.
Jill was out on our deck in her thong bikini, sunglasses on, exposing her delicious tanned body to more summer sun. Her hair was wet, so obviously she’d taken a shower. She had a glass of iced tea, and a book she’d been reading was on her lap.
“Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling? A little hungover?” I asked.
She said, “Yeah just a bit, but I’m feeling OK for the most part.”
I asked, “For the most part? What does that mean, and what about the soiree last night? I’d like to hear about it.”
She said, “I’ll explain and tell you all about it a little later. But right now, I need a nap.”
She moved the lounger she was lying on into the shade, got back on it, and shut her eyes.
I went inside and finished some paperwork I’d been putting off. I decided Jill was not going to be ready to cook any kind of dinner, so I called out for Chinese food. Just about that time Jill came walking into the kitchen and said, “I need a drink. Would you pour me a vodka on the rocks?’
I poured the drink for her and just then the food delivery showed up. So, we sat in the living room eating. Jill with her vodka, and me with a beer, watching the start of that night’s NY Yankee game.
When we finished, Jill got up and took all the food remnants and plates in the kitchen and said, “I’m going to take a fresh shower, slip into something you’ll like. Then come up to the bedroom, bring me a very large straight vodka on the rocks, and I’ll tell you about last night’s party.”
I took a few minutes to finish my beer and watch a bit more of the game. When I thought Jill had had enough time to get ready, I poured us both large glasses of vodka and made my way up to the bedroom. Jill was sitting propped up on the bed wearing a white thong and cut-off crop top showing just the bottoms of her sweet jugs. The white thong and top looked great against the tan she had been working on all summer.
I said, “Hon you look delicious, and I’m getting a vibe about how you’d like to spend the rest of the evening.”
She said, “Bingo, Ken!”
I handed the drink to her, put mine on the nightstand, and stripped. I was glad Jill was in the mood because I certainly was.
I kicked things off, asking, “Why have you put off telling me about last night? What was it like?”
Jill replied, “I’ll tell you all about it, but I don’t know if you’ll like everything you hear.”
I said, “Jill, I’m a big boy, just tell me. What could I not like about what happened at a hen party?”
So, she started, “The penthouse apartment that Trev rented for the night was fabulous. It had a huge sunken living room/entertainment area with a lot of sofas and loungers for sitting or reclining and a self-serve bar. The spacious dining area had a live chef who was carving meat and had prepared a tremendous variety of food to which all the guests were welcome whenever they wished.”
“There was a beautiful HOT black woman, about mid-thirties, serving as DJ who oversaw the party’s agenda and was playing jazz tracks for the most part. The apartment also had an outdoor balcony with a nice view of the city. There were a half dozen bedrooms up a level. The lighting was subdued and the mood in the place was very mellow.”
I said, “Whoa hold on! You’re calling this black female DJ HOT?”
Jill answered, “Well yes! Because Nia was extremely attractive, and her body was like a personal trainer’s. Believe me, Ken, if you saw her, your tongue would have been hanging out. I know how you are.”
Wow! I was very surprised to hear Jill admit she had been so impressed with another woman’s appealing appearance.
I asked Jill, “Nia huh? How do you know her name?”
Jill said, “I know her name, Ken because we talked a bit during her breaks. Plus, she was wearing a small name tag on her skimpy outfit. You would have loved seeing her in that. We talked about her being a DJ, and what it was like to work parties like this. She was warm, interesting, friendly, and fun to talk with.”
There was something in the way Jill described Nia, and their conversations, that sparked a small flame in my imagination.
My flame was fanned a bit when Jill moved her right hand to rest on the crotch of her thong as she continued, “The limo picked up the rest of us New Jersey girls, but there were delays because two of them weren’t ready, so when we arrived at the apartment it was almost 10:00 PM. The party was already underway even though Kat was just arriving. There were about thirty girls. Some were pouring their drinks at the bar and others were roaming the apartment and balcony. There was a faint smell of weed coming from somewhere.”
Jill went on, “When Nia saw Kat and the rest of us arrive, she stopped the music and asked for a big round of applause for Kat. Nia offered congrats, and then shouted, ‘This party has officially started”, and with that ten of the hottest black men I’ve ever seen came out of the kitchen dressed in abbreviated waiter’s outfits. They all wore only tight spandex type shorts, tiny vests, and bow ties with their names.”
“Nia told us they were there to serve drinks, food, smoke, and whatever else we might desire. She added that the waiters were there to serve the guests “anything” we needed or wanted. She urged us to please take advantage of the waiter’s services and that the bedrooms of the apartment were available for privacy and pleasure if so desired.”
I interrupted her, “Hold on. You’re telling me that this supposed hen party, that was arranged by Kat’s fiancé Trev, included guys who are male escorts”? I wondered to myself if these were the ‘extras’ that Trev had mentioned.
She went on, “Yeah. At first, I didn’t realize it and thought that Nia was joking when she talked about the waiter’s services. But as the night went on the waiters kept the drinks flowing while the aroma of weed in the place got stronger. I was enjoying a bit of a high just from the essence in the air. Between watching what the waiters were exhibiting in their tiny outfits and my talks with Nia I began to realize that yeah, these guys were upscale escorts.
Chapter Three-Jill Tells Everything
I couldn’t wait to hear about the rest of what happened the night before.
Jill continued,” It turns out that Nia owns the business that runs these types of parties. She hires escorts who normally work alone. They work other jobs too. Some of them, like Malik, are licensed masseurs. Malik is also a freelance photographer. Others are out-of-work actors. Even some porn performers become waiters/studs for parties. She pays them, and they get to keep any tips they might make.”
“Malik? Who is Malik?” I interrupted.
“He was one of the gorgeous black waiters,” she replied.
Before I could say anything, she said, “Ken, when you asked me about last night, I told you I would tell you everything, but that you might not like everything I tell you. Do you remember?”
I had to admit, “Yeah, I remember. So go on and tell me everything.” Now I wanted to hear about the rest of the night. The small flame that started when Jill told me about her talks with Nia was starting to burn a little hotter.
Jill said, “OK. I pretty much hung out with the same girls the whole night. We sat together in the main room or out on the balcony occasionally to get some fresh air. Malik had begun serving our group regularly and would talk and joke with us. Occasionally he’d say something about how hot each of us looked and we’d return the compliments, teasing him with our comments.”
“The scent of weed had gotten very strong, and we all admitted we were starting to feel kind of high. Between the drinks and smoke, all of us had gotten very relaxed and uninhibited in our remarks amongst ourselves and particularly with Malik.”
“Time passed and it started getting late. The lights had been slowly getting dimmer and the waiters started to lose parts of their costumes. Bow ties disappeared, then vests. Then, I think around two o’clock, their bike shorts disappeared. All of them were then mingling among us in what amounted to jockstraps. Their dark-skinned butt cheeks were completely exposed and framed by the white straps. The front of every jock was bulging with the equipment it contained. The contrast of their black skin and the white thong-like pouches was extremely hot!”
I didn’t say anything, but silently wished I could have witnessed what she had. Her talk of the waiters stripping out of their costumes and walking almost naked among the women had gotten my dick fully aroused and had me wishing that I could have been there. My long suppressed bisexual lust was stirring. I wanted to hear more.
I baited Jill saying, “So, you liked ogling the almost naked, black waiters exhibiting their charms?”
Without hesitation, Jill said, “Damn right I did. I had the urge to reach out and pinch a couple of those perfect asses. Ken, I know you. If you were in a situation with a bunch of almost naked girls parading around, you would have wanted to do the same thing.”
She was right, but what she didn’t realize was that I would have wanted to do the same thing to those waiter’s butts, and their cocks too.”
Then she said, “By the way, I wasn’t the only one who found them appealing. I started to notice that occasionally a guest would leave the large living room with one of the waiters headed toward the hall leading to the bedrooms. Then Ken, get this! I saw Amil, another waiter, lean over and say something to Kat who was sitting on a sofa across the room. She broke out in a big smile, got up, took his hand, and he led her down the hall to the bedrooms.”
She went on, “Ken I couldn’t believe what it looked like Kat might be doing at her own bachelorette party. We both know Kat was not going to be a virgin bride, but I never expected anything like this from her.”
I asked, “So did she go through with it? I mean you all came home in the limo together. Did you ask her? She must have realized that at least one of you saw her head to the bedrooms and would want to know what went on.”
Jill replied, “Oh yeah, she spilled her guts on the way home without even being asked, but I’ll get to that. I hope you’re sure you want to hear all of it. Because what happened next you might not like, but I told you I’d be honest.”
I said, “Of course! I want to hear everything.” I could feel a little pre-cum starting to leak from my cock
Jill went on, “A short time after Kat disappeared, the other girls I’d spent most of the night with went out to the balcony for some air. I didn’t go and sat there alone in kind of a daze thinking about what Kat might be doing with Amil. A minute or two later, from behind me, I heard Malik’s deep voice say, ‘Hey Jill, is there anything I can get you or do for you?’.”
“It startled me a little,” and I said, “OH Malik! No thanks, I’m feeling pretty good right now, and another drink might be a bad idea.”
“He came around the sofa and stood directly in front of me. Seeing him almost naked and that close to me, just the two of us, I realized what a tremendously hot hunk he was. Malik’s sculpted black body was glistening with a slight sheen of sweat and it was beautiful. His shaved head wasn’t the only part of him that was hairless. His entire body was smooth and sensuous. The pouch holding his package was an arm’s length away. I could have reached out and touched it. I wondered if that too was smooth and hairless. I’m sure he knew I was ogling him.
“He said, ‘Long night! Is it OK if I sit next to you for a few minutes?’.”
“Without hesitating,” I said, “Of course.”
“Malik sat down sort of facing me and put his left arm up on the back of the sofa above me. I couldn’t help glancing at the bulge between his thighs.”
“He said, ‘It’s been a fun night so far, and this group of Kat’s friends includes a lot of desirable women who are almost as hot as you, Jill. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all night. All of us waiters were checking you girls from the kitchen when you arrived. You look incredible in that dress. I’ve been hooked on admiring you from the start.'”
“I thanked him and then asked him if he knew Kat since he seemed to have recognized her when we arrived. He told me he’d just met her briefly tonight but recognized her from photos Trev had shown him. It was Trev whom he’d known since planning for the party with Nia began. Trev and Nia asked him to help round up a group of guys to work as waiters. They told him the requirements were that the guys had to be disease and drug-free, good-looking, nicely sculpted, and must be black. I told him that judging from what I’d seen, he certainly did a good job selecting very hot guys.”
“Because of something Nia had told me earlier I asked Malik what kind of work he did when he wasn’t doing this waiter-escort thing.”
“He said, ‘Me? Well, I’m a freelance photographer and videographer. I’m also a licensed masseur under the name Ebony Ecstasy specializing in erotic massage as a kind of a pleasurable hobby. I should explain that I don’t charge massage guests for my services at my special studio. However, I only invite those who have been referred to me by other guests with whom I’ve shared time or friends of those guests. Men and women of any sexual inclination, individually or together, in my specially designed studio adjacent to my apartment. Maybe I can interest you in an introductory session?'”
“‘ Ummm you better let me think about that,’ I replied.”
“He said, ‘Can I ask you, Jill, what were you afraid of if I had brought you another drink?”
“I admitted, that one more drink, along with all the weed in the air, and I might lose more inhibitions than I already have. I’m afraid I might give in to urges to do something here that would cross a line, and I’m not sure how my husband would react.”
“He threw back at me, ‘Do you know that he wouldn’t like it?”
“I admitted to him Ken, that, to be honest, I didn’t. Sometimes during sex, you say you’d like me to have sex with other men, or women. Both on my own, or with others joining both of us. But I also told him that I think a lot of couples talk like that during sex. That’s no guarantee that you’d be OK with me doing it. I wasn’t lying Ken. You’ve suggested that more times than I can remember.”
She was right about that. My cock was getting harder and my precum was beginning to soak the bed sheets. Not just because of the thoughts of Jill being seduced by Malik, but also imagining him being the first ever to satisfy my lifelong lust for cock.
Jill went on, “He gently put his black hand on my white thigh. Ken, it took my breath away and I confess I didn’t stop him. He started to stroke the inside of my leg with his fingertips from my knee to just under the hem of my dress. He said, ‘Jill, I would love to have you visit my studio. I always enjoy giving white women sexual pleasure. The kind of pleasure that’s more erotic and satisfying than they’ve ever experienced with a white dude. For most of them, I’m the first black guy they’ve ever been with and they always come back to me for more. But I would never invite a woman to my studio who didn’t request it.”
“Malik asked, ‘When you said you wouldn’t take that step without your husband, did you mean you think he’d be OK with you enjoying another man or woman if he was included?”
“I said, ‘I don’t know Malik, I can’t be sure if he’d be OK with it or not. I just don’t know.”
“Then he said he was going to suggest something, and with that, he brought his face to mine and kissed me. It wasn’t a quick peck. He covered my mouth with his thick lips and pressed his tongue against mine to force them open. He didn’t have to force me. I wanted it.”
“I was so hot from hearing what he wanted to do with me that I gladly opened my lips and sucked his tongue into my mouth. I licked and sucked his tongue and we traded spit. We broke apart, but when he lifted his face from mine, I grabbed his head and brought his mouth back to mine — I wanted more. I stuck my tongue as far into his mouth as I could. I was like a hungry baby sucking on its mother’s tit. I ran my hands up and down his naked chest and strong arms and I loved the feel of his smooth black skin. My pussy was leaking love juice soaking my panties.”
“We finally parted, and I asked, ‘What were you going to suggest to me?”
“Malik answered, ‘The next time you fuck your husband tell him what just happened here and tell him how you felt. Tell him how hot you are right now. Tell him that you want to experience what I can give you and that you want me as much as I want you. That kiss left no doubt you want to feel my black body, your first black body, naked against your beautiful white skin. Tell him how hungry you were at this moment to experience being blacked. I’m just a call or text away. He can make it happen.”
“He pulled me to him, and we traded tongues and spit again. He told me Trev can tell you or your husband how to contact me. He got up from the sofa with his pouch bulging even more than before and said, ‘Jill, I hope you make this happen. Believe me, you won’t be sorry.” Then he got up and went back to the party.”