We were sitting in our favorite restaurant after eating a beautiful meal, and I'd just ordered a bottle of expensive wine when my wife broke it to me.

"Jason asked us to go round for drinks with him tonight."

"What did you say?"

"I said we would."

"Good girl."

"You know he'll grope me, don't you?"

"I hope he does more than grope you."

"I might just let him."

"Will you?" I felt my prick stirring in anticipation.

She laughed softly and leaned forward over the table. Her heavy breasts seemed about to spill out of her daringly low cut dress. "Yes, I think I will. Do you mind?"

"You know I don't," I smiled. "I'd love to see you with another man."

"What happens if he wants to fuck me?"

"You must do whatever you want, my darling."

"You'd better buy me a double brandy then, hadn't you?"

"Go and take your bra off."

We met back at our table about two minutes later. Her face was red and her eyes betrayed her excitement.

"It's in my bag," she smiled. "Are you sure you're all right with this?"

"Absolutely. I can't wait."

"What if he wants me to... you know, give him a blowjob?"

"I'd love it darling, I'd love to see those beautiful lips sliding over his prick."

"I'm getting rather wet thinking about it. I bet you're hard, aren't you?"

"Mmm yes," I agreed, "but not as hard as I will be when I see you with him".

"As long as you stay that way," she laughed and drained her drink. "Shall we go?"

He met us at the door with a big gleaming smile on his handsome face - and wearing a Santa Claus suit!

"Welcome John," he boomed and squeezed my hand in his big black paw.

"And the lovely Denise. You look exquisite, my dear."

She blushed and we entered his house where he sat us down in the lounge and poured drinks.

"I get naughty if I have too much brandy, Jason." She smiled, but downed it in one and offered her glass for a refill.

He cocked an eyebrow at me and I nodded. He continued to look quizzically at me for a few seconds and then smiled in understanding.

"I'm not Jason today, my dear, I'm Santa Claus. And I'm not sure that naughty girls should get a present from me, are you, John?"

"She's lovely really, Santa," I grinned, "and I'm sure she deserves a present."

"As long as you say so, John., and he emptied his own glass before refilling all three.

"Now, what about you John? Have you been good?"

"Very." I smiled, joining in the fun, and he handed me a package. I opened it immediately and found about ten one hundred dollar bills. I was speechless.

"What about me, Santa?" Denise asked. "Shall I come and sit on your knee?"

"Oh yes," he said, "but you've got to give Santa a great big kiss first."

She sat on his lap and lifted her face up to his for a kiss. My prick stirred again when I saw her tongue snake between his teeth and heard her familiar moans of desire. She moved slightly and moaned again as she wriggled on his lap.

"There's something hard in your pocket, Santa."

"It's part of your present, Denise." He winked at me.

"Denise, darling," I said, "you'll crease your new dress. Why don't you let Santa take it off?"

"Yes that's a good idea, John," he said as Denise eagerly stood up.  "I've got some nice new panties for your pretty little wife, so if I take the dress off, we can see what they look like on her, can't we?"

As he reached behind her to unfasten the dress, she kissed him hungrily. My prick rose rapidly from watching as she sucked his tongue into her hot mouth. The dress slipped down her naked back and I had the pleasure of seeing his big black hands caressing her flesh while she squirmed and whimpered as she stepped out of it, her mouth remaining locked on his.

He ran a hand down her back and into her tiny lace panties. She gasped and pressed even harder against him, grinding her breasts into his chest.

"John," she cried out, "John, he's got his hands in my panties."

"Tell him to take them off then," I suggested helpfully. "Get naked for him; both of you get naked."

"Mmm, yes," she mumbled as she scrabbled at his red jacket. "Let's get naked, Santa."

She drew the jacket up over his head leaving his big barrel chest naked, then dropped to her knees to pull down his red pants. He wore nothing under them and his huge, thick prick sprang up like a fearsome rod of iron.

"Oh my God, Santa," she laughed, "it's huge. Oh my God."

She didn't say anything else but dipped her head and took the monster between her lips. Jason threw his head back and gave out a long, deep growl as she slavered over his prick.

I loosened my trousers and gripped my erect four inches in my fist as Jason reached for her panties. Without taking her mouth off his prick, she wiggled her sexy ass to help him remove her remaining garment and then stood upright, releasing his rigid pole from between her lips.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Santa?"

"Why don't you sit back down on my lap and see what comes up?" He laughed.

Denise turned to face me, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Shall I sit on Santa's knee again, John?"

"Of course, darling."

"He might try to put that monster up inside me."

"I hope he does." I smiled. "I really want to see it inside you."

She stood, her legs either side of his, and slowly lowered until the hugely swollen dome of his prick was nudging her pussy lips. Her mouth formed an O as if she was surprised, but her wide open eyes betrayed her excitement.

"John," she gasped, "it's big. Oh fuck, John, it's huge... he'll hurt me." But she continued on down. "Ahh, oh my God. Tell him, John. Tell him it's too big for me. Oh fuck, oh fuck, it'll split me in two."

My fist was a blur as I masturbated while watching his prick slowly force her cunt lips apart. Her cries became moans of ecstasy as gradually her vaginal muscles relaxed and she sat back as he licked and kissed her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts.

"Oh John, he's inside me, he's fucking me, I've taken it all."

Lifting both feet, she looked down at his shaft impaling her. I could hardly believe that she'd taken all of his massively long, thick penis in her delicate little cunt.

"Come on, sweet baby," he said softly, "I'm gonna carry you through to my bedroom. There's a full-length mirror there so you can watch yourself being fucked properly." With that, he stood up and Denise cried out in delicious agony as his movements sent shock waves of pleasure from her cunt to her brain.

I followed them into the bedroom still jerking myself. When he sat on his bed opposite the mirror, she screamed out that she was cumming, and seeing the full length of his prick inside herself she came again!

"Now I'm really gonna fuck that sweet little pussy," he told her and began pistoning in and out like a train. His hips were a blur and my wife screamed but made no attempt to dismount.

"Fill me, Santa," she shouted. "Fill me with spunk." Not once did she take her eyes off her reflection. She had both feet flat on his thick thighs and her whole body shook from his pounding. I could see every vein in his prick and, as I watched, my wife's eyes seemed to glaze over. At the exact moment he came, she fainted, slumping back against his chest.

"Denise!" I yelled, but Jason laughed. "She'll come round in a second, John. It often happens when I fuck 'em."

Lifting her off his still impressive prick, he put her on the bed and kissed her forehead with surprising gentleness, "See, she's back," he said as she reached up and touched his face tenderly. 

"You fucked me into oblivion."

"Sure did. And it ain't the first time, is it lover?"

She took hold of his dangling prick. "Sorry, John,” she said quietly, “we’ve been lovers for months now."

She spent that night with him and came home the following morning looking like what she was a well-fucked lady! Her breasts were covered in love bites as was her neck. There were even teeth marks on her mound,

"Oh my God," she giggled, "he was an animal."

"How many times did he fuck you?" 

"I lost count after five. He's incredible."

"Do you want to see him again?"

"Oh God yes. He wants to take me out to a club tonight."

"Oh."

"But he's taking me to a piercing studio this afternoon. I'm going to get my clitoris pierced."

"What if I don't want you to get pierced?"

"You don't have a say in the matter anymore, John. It's what Jason wants that counts... you gave me to him, remember?"

"I thought you just wanted to try a black man."

"I did. And now I want him all the time. My pussy's really sore but if he walked in here now I'd give it to him again."

"What? You?" I snorted, "The Mrs. Once a week is enough for anyone?"

She looked at me, pityingly. "Once a week with you is more than enough, but last night I was shagged by a real man. I want more of it and I intend having more. Do you know, when I woke up this morning he was licking my pussy?"

"I don't want to know."

"But you do... you know you do. I came twice more with his tongue further up me than your prick has ever been."

"I don't want you to see him again."

"Well, tough mister, 'cos he's coming here tomorrow for dinner and I want him to spend the night here with me."

"What about me, what do I do?" I was beginning to sound desperate.

"Well, you can watch how a real man does it if you want. Or you can sleep in the spare room and listen to my screams when he shoves it up my ass."

"You don't like anal sex."

"I've never had anal sex yet," she retorted. "But I can't wait for him to do it to me. You've not grasped it yet, have you? I'm in love with him, I think about him all the time. I think about what he does to me. Do you know that before I left him this morning, I licked his ass for him? He sat in the chair and held his legs up so I could get my tongue in." She stopped for a breath. "And I fucking loved it. I can't wait until I can do it again."

I slumped down in the chair. "I've lost you, haven't I?"

"No, you haven't lost me, I'm your wife, but only in name from now on. Jason wants me to be available to him twenty-four -even. I want it too, so you'll have to sleep in the spare room. You won't have access to my body anymore, but you might be allowed to clean me up after a session with him, if he feels generous."

"You mean that you're now a black man's woman?"

"Absolutely, and I'm proud to be that, I'm proud to be on his arm, I'm proud that he wants his friends to use me and I'm doubly proud to have his spunk wherever he wants to deposit it."

I played my last shot in desperation. "He's got other women, you know that, don't you?"

"Of course, I know it, you fool. That's why we're going to that club tonight. Some of his other women are going to teach me how to eat pussy, black pussy, John, and I can't fucking wait for it. I’ve been told I’ll be dancing with a lesbian friend of his.” She smiled when she added, “Naked John, I’ll be dancing naked in the club.”

All that was over six months ago, six months during which I heard her screaming in ecstasy nearly every night. I've listened to her moan as other women have used her and I've watched as three of his friends fucked her senseless. I've seen her come home at night with spunk dripping down her legs, her pussy red and swollen. But she's always gone back for more!

She is definitely a black man's woman.