She knew that her husband had a taste for kink, but she still couldn’t figure out what the “surprise” was that he was promising her for her birthday.

I met my future husband just over ten years ago. We dated for a year before tying the knot.

Sex with him was always exciting and sometimes kinky. Every so often we talked about our fantasies and how exciting it would be to act some of them out. He said one of them was for me to be fucked by a black man with a huge cock. He purchased several DVDs showing big-dicked black men fucking white women, and I began to get curious, especially when I noticed how hot my husband became, which led to really hot sex.

One evening after watching one of these videos I started to role-play. I inserted my black dildo in my pussy and said: “Oh yeah, fuck me, Barry! Fuck me with your big black cock! Oh, your cock is much bigger than my husband’s! I wish he was here to watch your big cock stretch my tiny pussy.” I had my hand wrapped around my husband’s cock and remember thinking that it felt somehow harder than it had ever felt. “Please come deep inside me! Oh God, Barry, I’m coming!” And my husband shot his load halfway across the bed.

Several months ago my husband told me we were going to celebrate my birthday by staying at a great hotel in a nearby large city along with a dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by dancing at a popular nightclub and then a special surprise.

We checked into the hotel the afternoon of my birthday. I knew my husband would want me to dress sexy that evening, so I decided on a thin filmy dress that’s practically see-through. I also wore sexy white nylon panties and a white bra that was thin enough that anyone could see the outline of my nipples, plus a lacy white half-slip under my dress and beige thigh-high hose.

I felt excitement when I noticed many men in the restaurant watching me while I walked to our booth and sat down. As I slid into the booth, I parted my legs just enough so that several lucky men were able to get a glimpse of my semi-transparent panties and my swollen pussy lips beneath. My husband sat on the other side of the booth. Before the waiter came, he told me to unbutton several buttons at the top of my dress so the waiter would have a good view of my breasts and nipples through my semi-transparent bra. During dinner I also kept my legs slightly parted so my panties were visible to anyone that looked in my direction.

By the time we left the restaurant I was feeling pretty hot. We went to the nightclub, which had a live band. We sat in a booth near the dance floor and ordered several drinks. I was nearly finished with my second drink when a tall, handsome black man introduced himself as Frank and asked if I would like to dance. I looked over at my husband, then stood up. Frank took my hand and led me to the center of the crowded floor.

The first dance was a fast one, but the next dance was a slow romantic number. Frank held me close and rubbed his hands over my bottom and pulled me so close, I felt his hard cock pressing against my belly. He asked if I’d ever made love to a black man. I said no but it was all I’d fantasized about for years. I said, “My husband is watching. Tease me and get me excited for him.”

Frank leaned down and kissed and sucked on my neck, which always sends shivers throughout my body. He rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples through my thin dress. My nipples hardened in seconds, and I moaned. He ran his hand up my leg and beneath my dress and slowly rubbed my hose-covered legs.

After a minute his hand inched upward until he was touching my mound through my wet panties. As he stroked up and down, his fingers pressed my panties in between my pussy lips, pressing them in deeper and deeper. He stroked my engorged clit, and I let out a deep moan. With his other hand he pulled my hand from around his neck and moved it in between our bodies, pressing against his hard cock. Even through his slacks I felt the warmth of his cock. I squeezed it and stroked it up and down while he continued running his fingers over my soaked panties and throbbing pussy, continuing to drive me wild,

I reached up and pulled his zipper down, then reached through his open fly. I moaned loudly when I realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. I wrapped my hand around his big cock, and even though my fingers didn’t reach all the way, I began stroking up and down. I wanted really badly to feel his big cock deep in my pussy, but I realized we couldn’t do that in the crowded nightclub, so I decided to stroke his hard cock until his come shot out.

I pulled it out of his fly and looked at it while raising the front of my dress. I moved in close until his cock was pressing against my mound. I rubbed it up and down over my soaked panties. He growled, and just a few seconds later I felt spurt after spurt of come splash against my soaked panties and run down my upper thighs. I was on the verge of coming myself when the slow song ended and the dancers began leaving the dance floor. Just one more stroke of his thick finger over my clit would have been enough to push me over. Instead, my pussy continued to throb and I ached for release as Frank walked me back to our table.

As we approached the table, my husband stood up and I saw the outline of his hard cock through his thin slacks. I assumed it was from watching Frank and me on the dance floor. He reminded me about my birthday “surprise” and said we had to leave right away or we would be late. I told Frank goodbye and said I would look for him the next time we were at the club.

My husband and I walked outside and caught a taxi that quickly took us back to our hotel. We got in the elevator for the ride up to our room on one of the top floors, and as soon as the doors closed, my husband pushed me up against the wall, pressing his body tight against mine, and kissed me passionately. While continuing to kiss me, he ran his hand beneath my dress and up my legs until his hand was rubbing my panty-covered mound. He sucked in his breath and said, “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet!”

I just moaned.

He continued to stroke my pussy, and after a while said, “Did that tall, muscular black stud make you horny while you danced?”

“Yes,” I replied, “he teased me and got me all excited.”

He asked what my black stud did to make me so wet. I told him that Frank had run his hand up under my dress and caressed my pussy and rubbed my clit through my wet panties and placed my hand over his massive cock. I said I was so horny by then that I unzipped his fly and pulled his hard cock out and stroked it, then pulled my dress up in front and rubbed his cock over my wet panties, making my pussy throb until he shot spurt after spurt of his come all over my panties.

My husband asked if I came while Frank and I were being naughty. I said that I had come ever so close, and that if Frank had touched my clit just once more I was sure I would have. I told him my pussy was still throbbing and I was still really horny. My husband told me that my story had him so turned on that his cock was fully hard and was also throbbing.

My husband said it was nearly time for my surprise. When the elevator doors opened, we found our suite and let ourselves in. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and change into a pair of lacy white nylon panties and a thin nylon nightgown. My husband told me to sit down and make myself comfortable. He fixed a drink for himself and brought me a glass of wine.

As we finished our drinks, there was a knock at the door. My husband went to the door and returned with a very good-looking, tall, muscular black man. He introduced him as Gregory and said that Gregory was a male stripper and escort, and he was my entertainment for the evening!

I just about wet myself. I felt the fresh panties I’d just changed into getting wet. I took a seat in a comfortable chair and watched Gregory set up his equipment, which consisted of a smartphone that connected to stereo speakers. He turned the speakers on and hit the play button on the phone and started dancing to an extremely sensual song. By the second song, his suit coat and tie were gone and I could see his chest muscles bulging beneath his purple silk shirt.

Gregory danced very close to me, and I saw a large bulge in his slacks as he rotated his hips. By the end of that song, he had removed the silk shirt and his slacks, leaving him in only red nylon briefs. During the next song, I began stuffing dollar bills in his briefs. He humped his hips in a fucking motion close to my face, and I smelled his masculine scent mixed with his sensual cologne. At the same time, I saw his cock moving beneath his briefs like a thick snake.

I continued stuffing dollar bills beneath the elastic band of Gregory’s briefs every time that he moved within reach, and I shivered each time my hand brushed the lump encased in them. Near the end of the song, he placed my hands on the elastic of his briefs and asked me to lower them. My pussy tingled as I pulled them slowly down his muscular legs until he was able to step out of them. He still had on a thin beige nylon thong that was nearly see-through and barely covered his impressive manhood. I don’t believe I had ever seen such a sexy, muscular body in my life.

The next song was a slow romantic number, and Gregory took hold of my arms and helped me up. He placed both arms around me, one cupping my ass cheeks and the other on my lower back, and pulled me in tight against him with his hard cock pressing against my belly. My pussy tingled at the thought that I was dancing with a nearly naked Adonis.

I was still fully clothed, though. But halfway through this song Gregory placed my hands on the elastic edge of his thong and asked me to remove it. As I lowered it, I finally saw his cock and gasped. It was way larger than my husband’s.

Gregory pulled me to him and held me close as the song continued. My pussy was soaked. Another slow song began, and he kept right on rubbing his cock against my belly. He took my hand and placed it between us, wrapped around his hard cock. I moaned as my fingers reached as far around it as they could. Gregory ran his hand up my legs and beneath my thin nightgown until his fingers reached my soaked panties. They stroked the entire length of my mound from anus to clit, and I stroked the length of his cock. He kept on stroking my throbbing pussy until I exploded.

After allowing me to recover for a while, Gregory walked me back until the backs of my legs reached the edge of the bed. He pushed me back gently until I was laying on the bed with my lower legs dangling over the edge. He leaned over me and kissed me — sticking his tongue deep in my mouth and swirling it around mine. He rose up, pushed my knees apart and raised my nightgown to my hips, then lowered his mouth to my soaked panties and ate my pussy.

I glanced over at my husband, who was sitting on a nearby chair, and saw that his fly was open and he was stroking his hard cock while he watched Gregory lap away at my quivering pussy. Gregory pulled my panties aside and licked between my pussy lips. I moaned for him to lick me until I came again. He teased me, licking circular strokes around my clit until I thought I would faint. Finally he began licking my clit with the flat of his tongue, using just the right pressure, until I screamed in climax.

I pulled Gregory up until he was astride my upper abdomen. I reached out and grasped his massive cock and began stroking it from bottom to top. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given me, so after a few minutes of stroking his hard cock, I raised my head and began sucking as much of it as I could fit in my mouth. He moaned, and I felt him shiver as I swirled my tongue around the crown of his cock.

Gregory whispered that he wanted to fuck me now so he could come in my pussy. My pussy throbbed at the thought! As he withdrew his cock from my mouth and moved down my body, I suddenly had a wicked thought and called out to my husband, ”Honey, you set this up, so I want you to take part. Come over here and insert Gregory’s big black cock in my pussy!”

My husband looked shocked, but he stood up with his hard cock sticking out of his fly, walked over to the bed and tentatively reached out and wrapped his hand around Gregory’s huge cock. He stroked it several times and rubbed the head up and down between my soaked pussy lips to get it wet. I sucked my breath in as the head rubbed over my engorged clit.

The next thing I felt was my pussy lips being stretched apart as my husband began to insert Gregory’s cock in my pussy. Gregory slowly pushed more and more of it in, until I felt his loose balls slap against my ass. I moaned as I felt my pussy being stretched. I had never been so full of cock, and it felt absolutely glorious!

Gregory began to pump in and out of me — at first slowly, so I could feel the fullness his cock created, and then faster and faster, until I screamed and my pussy throbbed and I had the most intense orgasm ever. He didn’t stop, but continued to pump me at an incredible speed for several minutes.

Finally he announced, “I’m going to come. Do you want a black man’s jism deep in your pussy?”

I moaned and said, “Oh God, yes! I have never had a black man’s come before. Shoot it deep in me.” He grunted, and I felt spurt after spurt splash against the walls of my pussy. Even though I had come only minutes before, the feel of his semen flooding my pussy triggered another climax.

Gregory didn’t withdraw from my pussy until his cock had softened somewhat. The feeling of fullness was replaced by an unpleasant emptiness, but my pussy continued to tingle for many minutes.

Gregory dressed. As he was leaving, he wished me a happy birthday and said that he hoped to help me celebrate again. After he left, I thanked my husband for a wildly enjoyable evening, then got down on my knees and pulled his still-hard cock to my mouth.

My husband has a special birthday coming up soon, and I want to plan a special day for him that will be as enjoyable as my birthday celebration was for me.