My wife had a date. The problem was she couldn’t decide on what to wear. Claudia wanted something to wow her lover the minute he laid eyes on her. She tried different outfits, including some she hadn’t worn in months. I suggested she wear the red dress I got her as a Valentine’s Day gift. Claudia was undecided initially but changed her mind when she put it on; even better, she had multiple shoes to match it. She looked sexy and fuckable; I told her that no way would Damien resist her in that dress.
Claudia decided not to wear any panties; she said that would be a smashing surprise to give him, then grabbed her handbag. I escorted her outside to the car. Damien would meet her at the restaurant. She kissed me, got into the car, and then drove off. The time was 6:25 p.m.
I returned to the house and shut the door behind me.
It was tough thinking about Daniella and her date with Damien as I sat in the living room, drinking a beer while watching a football game in progress. I smiled as I reflected on how she first met Damien a week ago and how she had been looking forward to this special evening.
Daniella and I had talked about this subject for months before we finally got the nerve and decided to go ahead and do it. She desired to be in bed with another man; I wanted to see her in bed with another man, and we agreed whoever it was should be a black man.
Why a black man? Because we have stayed up plenty of nights consuming interracial porn and have concluded that black men know what it means to seduce a white woman in bed, especially a pretty blonde. But more so, they’ve got the biggest cocks imaginable. Sure, some white guys have got it, and I’m not discrediting them, but why get another white man when she’s got me? It wouldn’t be fair.
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