Tall, Dark and Handsome

At the door was a black man, about our age, tall and muscular. He introduced himself as Ray. I invited him and made drinks for the two of us, as we made small talk while waiting for Clair. She came to the living room, joined us and the next five minutes passed by slowly. Finally, he broke the tension.

"So, uh...so hey," he said, a bit unsure how to start the conversation. "The two of you want to experience a voyeur fantasy?" he asked. “Your wife with a black man?”

"Yeah," I replied, now a bit nervous.

"You're okay with it?" he asked Clair.

"Same,” she said, “It's one of my fantasies."

"So, uh," Ray asked, deciding to just go for it. "How do you want to start?"

Clair bit her lower lip, reached out, and put a hand on each of our bulges, her fingers deftly curling about the outlines of our cocks as she gave a little tug. "Follow me, boys," she instructed. She led us to the bedroom and turned to face us.

“You certain you want to watch?” she said. “There is no turning back.”

I was speechless.

He looked at me for a moment to make sure I was really okay with it, and then grabbed Clair by the small of her back and pulled her against himself as he kissed her, the two of them sliding their tongues into one anothers mouths. I watched as his dark skin melded with her pale blonde complexion, and after thirty seconds of kissing him, she broke the kiss and he released her, his hand trailing up her back and along her side, brushing against the side of her breast as he did so. She blushed a little, then stepped back. She took a deep breath and I saw that, on some level, she was nervous to do this. A part of her was hesitating and not sure if she wanted to go through with it

I watched as my wife kissed the first man other than myself since our wedding. Narrow-minded jealous parts of me screamed that I should be stopping this. She wanted this, I wanted this, and he wanted this. It was petty and close-minded to think that I should object. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up, taking it off over her head and revealing her flat, toned stomach and her lacy black bra, the only thing keeping Ray from being the only other man to ever see her topless, since becoming my wife.

Did I really want this? I asked myself. I could still stop it. But could I?