I met Tom at the University of Colorado in Boulder during my sophomore year of college. He invited me to coffee one day after class. We seemed to hit it off immediately. We began dating exclusively soon after our coffee date. We were married upon Tom's graduation in May, 1992, more than twenty three years ago.
Upon graduation, Tom accepted a very good paying position with an energy company. The company was headquartered in the Woodlands, approximately fifty miles north of downtown Houston. We bought a lovely four bedroom home that backs up to a private golf course. We have lived there for over twenty three years.
We raised two sons, who are now away at college; so we are adjusting to life as "empty nesters".
We have a good, solid marriage, with an adequate, albeit at times, somewhat boring, sex life. Neither of us had much sexual experience with others before we met, so we learned about the joys of sex with each other in our youth.
After the initial passion of our college days wore off, we fell into a bit of a routine where we typically would have sex once a week, usually on the weekend. I would climax more often than not. Our sex life was satisfactory, but not overly passionate, and certainly not creative.
To be honest, our weekly intercourse had become a bit of a "check the box" exercise, and I came to accept the fact that our sex life could not burn with white hot passion for years and years.
It never occurred to me to cheat on Tom, but I did occasionally fantasize about other men while masturbating, which I would typically do if I failed to achieve my weekly orgasm with my husband.
Our new neighbors:
When Demarcus and Jen bought the house next door, I immediately liked my new neighbors. They were a mixed race couple in their thirties. They were educated, charming, intelligent, full of energy and fun, and quite attractive.
Jen was more than simply friendly, she was genuinely warm and caring. Early in our friendship, Jen confided to me that she was not able to have children. She explained that knowing that Demarcus and she would remain childless left a significant emotional hole in their lives, and she tried to fill the emptiness by volunteering at various charities. Since moving next door, she had been volunteering at the local nursing home that catered to elderly dementia patients, two day a week.
As I said, not only was I touched by her sincerity and her kindness, I admired her.
She was also strikingly attractive. She had a tall, statuesque body. At five foot, ten inches tall, she had the long legs and figure of a model. She was an avid tennis player and had the sleek look of a well conditioned athlete. She had a blue-eyed, blonde, Swedish or Norwegian appearance that I envied.
Demarcus was a gorgeous black man. He was six foot, three inches tall. He had powerful build; a strong jaw and a broad smile that was both flirtatious and engaging. There was an impish, sparkle in his dark eyes that indicated a playful devilment under the strong, serious exterior. Yes, he was quite attractive. But more importantly, he was charming and intelligent. And as you might expect from a lawyer of his stature, Demarcus was articulate and knowledgeable on many subjects.
Yes, Jen and Demarcus made a strikingly attractive couple. And I would be lying if I denied that the contrast of Jen's statuesque, blonde, Nordic look against Demarcus's muscular ebony physique was part of the reason these two were so strikingly attractive together.
Jen and Demarcus quickly became an integral part of our social circle. At least once a month, we would go out to dinner together, or dine at one of our homes.
Although my yard backed up to a fairway, Tom had planted a large privacy hedge which blocked the golfers' view from our pool and patio. In the hot, humid summer months of Houston, Jen and I would frequently sunbathe around the pool in our backyard while the guys played early morning golf.
Jen got in the habit of lowering her top in the privacy of my backyard to sunbathe topless.
"I need to give the girls some sun. Demarcus loves to see my breasts tanned," she would say with a giggle.
This gorgeous lady was obviously very comfortable with her body and her sexuality. I found her poise and self-confidence very appealing. I wished I could be more like her.
Feeling a little wicked, I started to join her by lowering my top as well. I will confess, Jim liked my tanned breasts as well.
Jen's tits were slightly larger than mine, and her areolas were much larger than mine, but she looked damn sexy sunbathing topless by my pool. I like to think that I did too.
The fact that we could hear golfers looking for stray golf balls immediately on the other side of the hedge, and if they really attempted to do so, they could peer over the hedge and see us sunbathing topless, made this practice feel a bit more dangerous and exciting.
Typically, the guys would return early afternoon, change into their swim suits and after a jump in the pool, Tom would grill a late lunch for us on our outdoor kitchen.
It became a standing joke between the guys that they would try to finish golf early, and sneak home to catch us sunbathing topless. We teased them mercilessly by remaining topless until we heard the garage door open. We would be adjusting our tops when Demarcus and Tom would come through the patio to the pool, indicating that they missed catching us topless by a matter of seconds.
It was fun, harmless and just a tad naughty. I would flirt with Demarcus and Jen would flirt with Tom in a playful manner.
One Saturday afternoon, I jokingly asked Tom, "If you guys are so hell bent to catch us sunbathing topless, why don't you just look over the hedge when you play the fairway behind our house?"
Tom looked at Demarcus, and both men smiled broadly, before saying, "Who says we don't look over the bushes at you girls?"
I was not sure if they were joking or not.
An unexpected proposal:
Jen and I were chatting in my kitchen one Friday afternoon in early September.
"Demarcus turns forty next Saturday," Jen offered.
"Oh, that's one of the big ones. What do you have planned for him?" I asked.
"Well, I want to make it special, but I doubt I can give him what he really wants?" Jen said with a slight nervousness in her voice.
"Why? What does he want?" I asked slightly confused.
"Well, that's the thing...he wants you."
"Me?"
"Well, yeah, he has a bit of a crush on you. He has since we moved next door."
"Seriously? What are we talking about here?" I asked in a bit of panic.
Jen took a sip of her coffee while she gathered her thoughts.
"I hope you're not offended by this," Jen said cautiously. I sensed she was trying to determine whether or not to continue with this discussion.
"I'm not offended, just a little shocked. I hope you know that I have never done anything to encourage Demarcus to want me, or to make him think I was available."
Jen took my hand and said, "Oh no, not at all. Christine, Demarcus and I know you and Tom are as solid as a rock. It is obvious that you are deeply in love and your marriage is strong. Demarcus just finds you very attractive; and not just physically. He thinks you are sexy, and charming, and funny."
I felt myself blush at the compliment. Not really sure how to respond, I said, "Well, thank you...I guess."
My head was spinning a bit. I took a sip of my coffee before continuing, "Jen, would you be okay with this?"
"Well, yes. I guess it is only fair," she answered sheepishly.
"Why is that?" I asked. Again, I was puzzled.
Jen took a deep breath and said, "Well three years ago, for my thirtieth birthday, Demarcus gave me a similar present."
"Oh my. Seriously? Tell me more," I insisted. My curiosity was piqued now.
"Oh, you are going to think I am such a slut. But, before we moved here, I was finishing my masters degree in psychology at the University of Michigan. I had a crush on one of my professors; and well, I guess I mentioned it to Demarcus. Rather than get mad, Demarcus found my attraction to my professor intriguing. Occasionally, he would pretend to be the professor when we made love. It was harmless role playing, but it always got me off. Well, finally, for my thirtieth birthday, he arranged for me to have a birthday date with him."
"A date?" I asked for clarification.
"An all night date. For that one night was allowed to pretend that I was single. As a birthday present to me, Demarcus allowed me to have one night with this handsome forty six year old psychology professor. It was a gloriously sexy and emotionally fulfilling night. Jon fucked me senseless all night."
"Jon?"
"The professor," she said cautiously before adding, "I think he enjoyed himself too. I got an 'A' in his class."
Jen stopped to take a sip of coffee and spent a few seconds studying me to determine if I was appalled. Truthfully, I was more intrigued than appalled.
"So what happened when you returned home? What did Demarcus do?"
"It was a bit awkward. He was interested in what happened."
"Did you tell him? I mean, did you tell him everything?"
I was simply unable to imagine coming home and telling Tom about how well someone else had fucked me.
"Demarcus was anxious to hear what happened. You have to understand that we had a very open and honest relationship, and Demarcus wanted to know the details."
"So you told him everything? How your professor friend fucked you senseless?" I could not process what my friend was telling me.
"You think that I an such a slut, don't you? I shouldn't have asked you to do this, should I?" Jen asked with a nervous tremor in her voice.
"No, not at all. You just caught me by surprise, that's all. So was this a one time thing, or are you and Demarcus swingers?" I asked, trying to understand the exact nature of my best friend's marriage.
I saw Jen's face turn bright crimson at my question. I had obviously embarrassed her.
"Jen, I did not mean to embarrass you. I apologize," I said trying to ease her discomfort.
"No, it is me that should apologize. I should never have said anything to you about Demarcus's request, or his crush on you. But to answer your question, no, we are not swingers in the conventional sense of the word."
"Conventional sense of the word?"
"What I mean is we do not regularly hook up with other people," Jen said defensively.
"But you do sleep with other people occasionally?" I was genuinely curious to better understand what my best friend was telling me.
"It's not exactly like it sounds, but yes, there have been a few special situations. Demarcus and I have been married for twelve years. During that time there were four times when one of us has allowed the other to be with either an ex-lover, or someone for whom we have developed a special attraction."
"Are these all just a single evening, or did you have ongoing affairs?" I asked.
"Each situation was a single evening, no long term or ongoing affairs." Jen paused before continuing, "I assume you and Tom have never done anything like that?"
I laughed and answered, "Oh my, no. The wildest thing we've ever done was watch some internet porn together once."
Strangely, I was a bit embarrassed to admit to my friend that my sex life with my husband was so routine and boring.
"I'm sorry I even brought this up. I hope this does not affect our friendship," Jen said nervously.
"It won't. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm a little bit flattered. Demarcus is a very attractive man," I admitted honestly.
I thought for a moment and then added, "I am sure Tom would never agree to such a thing, but just out of curiosity, what did you and Demarcus have in mind for a present? Would he take me to a hotel?"
"I envisioned Demarcus spending an evening with you; a date. He would take you out to dinner, and perhaps dancing. The two of you would come back here to our house, where you could enjoy each other until noon the next day," Jen suggested.
"And you'd be here?"
"No, what I was thinking is that I would go over and keep Tom company at your house for the evening. But I would only do that if you and Tom were comfortable with the idea."
Jen paused and then added, "I know it's crazy. Forgive me for suggesting it. It's just that...well...I sensed a little chemistry between you and Demarcus, and I thought you'd enjoy this. I know he would. He's very good you know; and I mean very good."
Jen's last comment, telling me how very good her husband was, was not lost on me.
I thought for a moment before responding, "I just don't see how that would work out. I can't see Tom ever agreeing to this."
Jen simply answered, "I understand. I really do."
I was suddenly aware of my vagina seeping my lubrication into my panties. Jen's suggestion had aroused me considerably.
We changed the subject and chatted briefly before Jen excused herself, and returned home leaving me to ponder what might have been. I sensed that she was genuinely embarrassed and regretted broaching this subject with me.
On the other hand, Jen's proposal forced me to consider images that were arousing me.
I looked at the clock. It was three forty five. Tom would not be home for at least two hours. I slipped into my bedroom and I masturbated imagining what it might be like to spend an evening as Demarcus's date and lover.
The rest of the afternoon, my mind kept slipping back into imagining various scenarios with my handsome black neighbor. It was as if Jen had planted a seed in my mind's eye that spouted and was rapidly growing out of control. Despite all efforts to purge these thoughts from my mind, I kept wandering back.
I had never been with a black man. In fact, I was woefully inexperienced when Tom and I became a couple in college. The only man with whom I had ever achieved a climax was my husband.
Tom and I had occasionally watched some internet porn as a form of foreplay. I must confess, I found the interracial scenes the most stimulating. I realize that the actors starring in pornographic films do not represent a statistically valid sampling of the African American population; however, the black penises in those films were absolutely huge; much larger than the white porn star's cocks.
I could not help but wonder, how large was Demarcus's penis?
Yes, Jen had launched me down a path of very naughty thoughts and I seemed unable to control where my imagination was taking me.
Tom arrived home at his usual time. We were sitting at the dining room table, having grilled chicken and charro beans, when I finally broached the subject that had haunted me all afternoon.
"I had a very interesting conversation with Jen this afternoon."
I paused waiting for Tom to invite me to continue.
"Yeah, what did you two cook up this afternoon?" he finally asked. He was obviously preoccupied and not really interested in my girl talk with my best friend.
"She had a very unique idea for Demarcus's fortieth birthday present."
"Yeah, what was that?"
"Me," I said as I took a sip of my chardonnay.
"You? What are you talking about?" Tom sounded both confused and annoyed; however, he was now very interested in Jen's and my conversation.
"Apparently, Demarcus has told Jen that he has a bit of a crush on me. His fantasy is to spend one evening with me. It's crazy, I know. I told her it was crazy."
"Was she serious? Are you sure she was not just fucking with you? This doesn't sound like them at all," Tom responded incredulously.
"Yeah we talked about it long enough to convince me she was serious. Oh I made it clear we would never agree to something like that. Weird, huh?"
Tom was about to take a sip of his beer, but he set it down and sat silently for a moment.
"How do you feel about this? Were you offended?"
I smiled and said, "I was shocked to say the least. I was confused. I mean, it's not the sort of thing you expect your best friend to ask you. But in a way, I was flattered. It's kind of cute that he has a crush on me. I never knew."
"I can't believe he would tell his wife that he wanted you as his birthday present. Un-fucking-believable."
"Well, apparently, three years ago, when they were living in Ann Arbor, Jen was really attracted to one of her professors. For her thirtieth birthday, Demarcus arranged for her to spend the night with him. I guess she feels that she owes him a similar arrangement now that he is turning forty."
"Would you ever consider doing something like this?" Tom asked.
I was surprised at his tone, but he sounded as though he might consider allowing me to do this.
I took another sip of wine and said, "Oh my, no. I would never take that kind of risk with our marriage. I would never do that to you."
"What if I said it was okay? What if I let you do this one time?"
"Seriously?" I said with my head spinning.
"I don't know. Perhaps. I have to admit, the idea does have a certain appeal," Tom said while looking closely at me to gauge my reaction. "So, if I was okay with this, would you want to do it?"
"Promise you won't get mad?" I asked, seeking assurance that a truthful answer would not be held against me later.
"I promise. Tell me how you feel about doing this."
I took a deep breath, and speaking slowly, in a measured pace, I answered, "I was shocked when Jen first suggested it. I was even more shocked when she told me about her night with her professor friend. But, honestly, I can't stop thinking about what it would be like. Don't get mad, but I played with myself before you got home, just an hour ago. I was pretty wound up with naughty thoughts about Demarcus."
"Oh, you wicked little girl. You made yourself cum thinking about his big black dick, didn't you?"
I blushed, lowered my eyes and simply mumbled, "Uh huh. I did."
"So if we decided to do this, how would it work? Would you two go to a hotel?"
"The scenario Jen laid out would have me spending the night with Demarcus, and she indicated she would come over here to keep you company, if you wanted her to. I don't know if I could handle that part."
"You mean we would simply swap spouses for the evening? Goddamn, those two are a lot wilder than I ever imagined."
That night, Tom fucked me like he used to when we were in college. I guess we were both pretty wound up from the thought of me being Demarcus's birthday presentation. Or perhaps Tom was wound up with the thought of Jen spending the night at our house to keep him company while Demarcus and I celebrated his fortieth birthday next door. Regardless, both Tom and I fucked like we were back in college that night. I came twice.
Tom was on top of me, pounding me when I simply said, "I wonder how big Demarcus is? I wonder if I'd be able to even take all of that big black cock inside me?"
Tom grunted and stiffened. He came at the very suggestion that his cute little white wife's pussy might be too tight for his neighbor's big black erection.
Clearly, whether or not Tom would actually want me to do it, he found the thought of me being with Demarcus very stimulating. If I am honest, so did I.
The next morning, I got a phone call from Tom.
"Christine, are you alone?" he asked nervously.
"Yes, honey, I'm just sitting in the kitchen watching 'Good Morning America' and having some coffee. What's up?"
"I'm sitting here in my office with the door closed and I've been thinking about your conversation with Jen yesterday."
"Okay, what about it?" I asked. I actually suspected that I knew where this was headed.
"Would you want to do that? You know, be his birthday present?"
"Oh my. I don't know. I admit, thinking about doing that is kind of fun. But I would never do anything that would hurt you, or that you didn't want me to do," I answered.
I could feel my vagina start to moisten as I said the words, "Would you want me to do that?"
Tom paused for a moment before saying, "I think I would. Christine, I have such a boner right now thinking about you doing that. That's why I have my door closed. The front of my pants looks like a tent right now."
"Are you sure? You might feel differently if it actually happened. You might be really jealous, or really mad at me afterwards."
"I promise you that I won't. Besides, Jen would be here to keep me company, remember?"
"I don't know how I feel about that. To be honest, I think I would be pretty jealous if I ever thought you liked being with her more than you liked being with me."
"Don't worry, that's not going to happen. I think you should talk with Jen today and find out precisely what she has in mind. How would this work? Is this a one time fling, or would Demarcus want a repeat performance down the road?" Tom instructed.
I agreed to talk with Jen and get some ground rules established. My head was spinning as I hung up the phone. My pussy was leaking profusely. I went back into the bedroom and got my favorite vibrator and made myself cum quickly.
I smiled at the irony of the fact that Jen's conversation yesterday was already responsible for me having four orgasms! Two with Tom last night and two masturbating while I imagined her husband fucking me.
I took a nice leisurely bath before getting dressed and calling Jen.
....Jen answered the phone. She immediately expressed concern that her request and forwardness yesterday might jeopardize our friendship. I reassured her that it would not. In fact, I told her that I had even discussed her request with Tom.
She grew silent before saying, "And how did he react?"
"Let's just say he was surprised, but not offended. He was...I don't know...I guess I'd say he was somewhat intrigued. Tell me a bit more of what you have in mind," I suggested.
"Are you considering doing this?" she responded. Her voice conveyed a nervous excitement.
"Let's just say that we have ruled it out completely yet."
Jen giggled nervously, "That's so great. Well, what I envisioned was Demarcus and I would come over to your house on Friday night. He would take you out, I would spend the evening with Tom. You would be Demarcus's for the evening. He would be free to do anything he pleases with you; you'd be his present to use as he saw fit."
"Just exactly does that mean, anything he chooses? Are you saying I'd be like his slave girl?"
"No, not like that. But you would be there to please him. I know that sounds bad, but what you need to understand is his fantasy is to please you like you've never been pleased before. And trust me, girlfriend, he can do it too. He is very, very good. But he likes being in charge. He is far more dominant than what you are probably used to."
"I see. And what are you and Tom going to be up to while your husband is trying to work his way into my panties?"
"Well, first of all, the smart money is that before the evening if over, you'll be begging Demarcus to 'free Willy' on you. But in answer to your second question, Tom and I will be enjoying each other's company. And that means whatever Tom and I decide it will mean. I think Tom is very cute. And Demarcus says I am allowed to do whatever Tom and I decide to do. So I guess it will be up to Tom whether we simply talk, or we get a bit more intimate. Regardless, this is Demarcus's night, not mine."
Jen and I discussed what was expected from both our men, and established a few ground rules. But largely, we agreed that for eighteen hours, from six o'clock Friday evening until noon on Saturday, we would assume the role of the wife of each other's husband.
I explained the plans to Tom when he got home that night. He was obviously intrigued by the thought of spending the evening with Jen. Additionally, the thought of me being with Demarcus aroused my husband.
Tom was disappointed when I told him that I planned to remain celibate for the next seventy two hours until my date with Demarcus. I wanted to be primed and hungry for whatever Demarcus had in mind for me.
Ironically, Tom did not seem to think that it would serve his purpose to refrain from cumming for the next three days. Tom did not want to start his eighteen hour 'fun fest' with Jen without having had an orgasm for three days. He indicated that he feared that he would 'go off' too quickly if he abstained. I invited my husband to do whatever he needed to do, but to do it "manually". My pussy was off limits until I returned to him at noon on Saturday.
My anxiety grew as Friday approached. It became increasingly difficult to refrain from masturbating as my date with my tall, handsome, black neighbor neared. My vagina and clitoris were on constant high alert as the hours slowly passed.
I took most of Friday afternoon getting ready for my date. I took a bath, shaved my underarms, legs and vulva. I dried myself, blow dried my hair, and applied my make-up. It was about four o'clock when I inserted my diaphragm to provide me the protection I needed for the night's adventures.
I selected a red cocktail dress, red gladiator pumps, and a matching red shear bra and bikini panty set. I also put on a red garter belt and nude colored stockings.
I put on a diamond pendant that Tom had given me for our tenth anniversary. I momentarily let my mind wander to a scene of me being naked with Demarcus tonight wearing only this diamond pendant. and my wedding ring.
I studied myself in the mirror, I looked good. The cocktail dress was fairly low cut, exposing a fair amount of cleavage, the skirt came down to just below my knees. There was a slit up the side that flared open as I walked, showing off my legs nicely. The dress accentuated my figure, highlighting my narrow waist and my round bubble butt. Yes, this dress was quite flattering.
Tom arrived home from the office around five thirty.
"My god, Christine, you look absolutely stunning."
"Thank you. I try to look my best."
It pleased me that Tom thought I looked good. I hoped that Demarcus would share that opinion.