Her Dark Desire

“I want you to find me a black guy.”

That statement came as I was leaving Dean and Stacy’s home at the end of my regular Friday night visit. Dean has erectile problems and I have been taking care of his wife’s sexual needs for several years. I looked at Dean and saw from his expression that he was as surprised as I was to hear Stacy say that. We had teased her for quite a while about wanting to watch her with a black guy.

We had watched porn movies together and black guys did arouse her but she had several reservations. She disliked condoms so disease was a serious consideration. She didn’t want such a liaison to occur in her home and going to a hotel would make her feel like a hooker. The only option left was to meet at the man’s home which should be relatively close by. We had discussed this many times but Dean and I never thought we would hear what she had just said.

“Are you serious?” I said, not able to hide my surprise.

“Yes, I’ve decided I want to and I trust you to find the right man for me,” she said firmly.

My heart raced with excitement and I imagined Dean’s did also. I had often fantasized about her getting fucked by a big, black cock but now there was at least a chance, if I could find the right person. Stacy had just tuned 60 and was in great physical shape. She stands 5’ 5” and has an erotic body; shapely legs, lovely ass, and big tits. She likes to wear sexy clothes, lingerie, stockings and heels etc. for sex and enjoys showing off her body. Occasionally she does a striptease for Dean and me before sex and could earn money doing it if she ever had the inclination. She’s a very sexy, horny mature woman with a fine body who loves sex and experiences multiple orgasms. I think I’m a very lucky man to be involved sexually with her.

I was still somewhat in shock and I heard myself saying, Okay, leave it with me and I see what I can do.”

I drove home with a great sense of responsibility. I took the trust she had placed in me seriously and I wanted to get it right. There was not much sleep for me that night, ideas and images coursed through my brain and I was up at five working on an ad for Adult Friend Finder. After several rewrites I settled on the following and emailed it to Stacy and Dean.

‘Happily Married Mature Couple and Male Friend in 60’s: Seeking a well educated, intelligent and humorous Black Male to join us on a regular basis for threesomes and foursomes. Wife is highly sexual and needs lots of attention. Loves foreplay, oral, toys, long sessions, stockings, heels, lingerie and flaunting her body. We enjoy occasional, light B&D and spanking, role play and innovative ideas for sexual enjoyment. No anal. You must be considerate, polite, D/D free (proof required), inventive, non-smoking, well-endowed and be able to host at your home. Send at least a facial to be considered and more if you wish.’

On the following Friday Dean took photos. The first one of Stacy and me together, she was in sexy lingerie, stockings and heels and I was naked with one arm around her waist and sporting an erection, as I usually do when I’m with her. The other was a horny rear view of Stacy bent over showing off her lovely legs, ass and pussy. We went to the website, paid and submitted our ad. It was agreed that I would vet any replies and only show Stacy facial photographs for her approval. It was a given that the prospective man would have a big cock, Stacy wanted that as much as Dean and I but she didn’t need to see photos of his endowment, she would wait until meeting the person. If anyone met our strict requirements I would arrange to meet them at a neutral location to consider compatibility, age and general feelings about him.

Over the next week there were seven replies. Four were from white guys who obviously had trouble reading English and were automatically disqualified. The other three were black but for one reason or another were not suitable. Stacy was disappointed but Dean and I encouraged her to be patient, it had only been a week. A month passed without success then I received a reply that looked very promising. He was 55, recently divorced and worked as an architect. Two photos were attached; the first showed a handsome face and the second a well-built, naked body, that Stacy would like, and a big, very thick erection that his ad said was over 10” long and almost 8” in girth.

He was 6 feet tall and weighed 200lbs. He had attached a copy of a recent clear bill of health report, was a non-smoker, didn’t use drugs and owned a condo a fifteen minute drive from Dean and Stacy. He had ticked all the boxes, the only respondent to do so and I emailed his facial photo to Stacy with the caption, ‘LOOKS VERY PROMISING.’

“So what do you think of him?” I asked Stacy upon arrival at her home on Friday night.

“Umm, he looks very nice,” she replied with a big smile.

“She’s been horny ever since she received the photo,” Dean said.

“So, do I proceed?”

“Yes…definitely! Now I’ve said it I’m suddenly nervous but very excited,” she said with a smile and a slight flushing of her face.

“I thought you would like him, I already have a meeting arranged with him for Sunday at a coffee shop. If everything goes well are you prepared to meet with him next Friday?”

“Yes, I can’t stop thinking what it will be like to have sex with a black guy, it makes me really horny.”

I gave my friends the other details about Elliot, leaving out any mention of his endowment; that would stay a surprise for Stacy. I met with Elliot on Sunday afternoon and his credentials were excellent, he was perfect for us. We chatted for over an hour and it ended with an invitation to his condo on Friday night. I said I would discuss it with my friends but I was sure that Stacy would be very eager to meet him. I called her from the car on my way home and the excitement was evident in her voice. “It’s going to feel like a long week,” she said before we said bye.

And it was a long week for all of us I’m sure but Friday evening finally arrived and I drove into Stacy and Dean’s driveway a little before seven. Dean opened the door and Stacy was standing just behind him looking very sexy and a little nervous. She gave me a big smile as we embraced and kissed and she felt my erection press against her.

“You feel as horny as I am,” she said sultrily and rubbed my crotch.

I squeezed her bottom, “I hope you’re ready for a lot of cock, including a black one, in that hot pussy tonight. Dean and I have waited a long time to see this.”

“Oh, I’m ready, I’ve been ready all week,” she said smiling.

“C’mon,” Dean chimed, “you don’t want to be late for your first black cock,” and he picked up a small hold-all bag.

We piled into the car for the short drive and parked in the visitor parking lot. It was an upscale condo with well-designed landscaping and when we entered the front doors it just got better. I looked through the security doors as I pressed the buzzer for Suite 2624 and the foyer looked very smart indeed. Elliot said hello, and when I responded he released the door and we made our way to the elevator. I pressed the button 26 and we were on our way to the top floor. The elevator purred quietly as it went up and Stacy immediately began to fondle our cocks and we playfully mauled her. The elevator stopped and there was a collective sigh as we stepped out and proceeded down the hallway to 2624 and I rang the bell.

Elliot welcomed us into his spacious, tastefully decorated, two-storey condo. There were several abstract paintings on the walls and a piano took pride of place sitting in front of a bank of high windows leading to the veranda and the view of Lake Ontario beyond. The furniture and fittings looked modern, comfortable and expensive. I introduced Elliot to Dean and Stacy and by the warm smile on her face I knew that she approved of my choice. He took our jackets, invited us to sit and offered wine. We chatted as we sipped our Reisling and the overall relaxed mood was tinged with sexual excitement and anticipation. No one seemed to know how to proceed from the chatting stage until Stacy drained her glass, stood and picked up the hold-all.

“Elliot, I’d like to get changed if it’s okay with you. Is there someplace I can do that, please?” she asked.

“Of course,” he replied, rising from the sofa and led Stacy to the spiral staircase. “Second door on the left, it has an en-suite and you should find everything there you might need.”

Stacy started up the stairs, exaggerating the sway of her hips and, of course we all leered at her lovely ass as she went. Elliot returned to the sofa, emptied his glass. “Wow!” he exclaimed, she is lovely and so sexy! Is there anything I need to know before she comes back?”

“She’ll be eager to get fucked,” Dean said with a laugh. “She loves to fuck, suck cock and have her pussy eaten. That’s really all you need to know so just give it to her. You can’t tire her out, the more she gets the more she wants and she’ll go all night, so feel free to fuck her for as long as you can.

Elliot just nodded and I wondered if Dean had laid it on a bit too strong and scared him but after a few seconds of thought he said, “Right, can do.”

A short while later Stacy slinked down the staircase and into the room looking absolutely ravishing, which is exactly what was going to happen to her and what she wanted.

She had decided on the horny, slutty secretary look, one of my favourite outfits; black stilettos, fishnet stockings, garter belt, a tiny thong, a half-cup bra and a very short, micro mini skirt that didn’t quite cover her ass. Several buttons of her white, silk blouse were undone showing a lot of her ample cleavage and the outline of her hard nipple pressing against the silk. Glasses added to her incredibly erotic appearance and Dean had already begun to take photos of her. She paraded around with her sexy, mischievous smile I had become so accustomed to yet never tire of seeing, showing off her lovely body which she was rightly proud of.

She fondled her boobs and briefly placed a hand between her legs then blew on it in an exaggerated motion indicating her pussy was hot and I knew that to be true. When she was satisfied that we had seen her from every angle she sat in a chair opposite the large sofa that Elliot and I were sitting on and spread her legs wide over the arms.

Her hands moved over her breasts seductively then travelled down to her ass where she spanked each cheek a couple of times then onto her pussy, barely covered by the smallest of thongs, and caressed it suggestively. She stood up and walked towards us, smiling and feeling her tits then she turned and bent over, spreading her legs and placing her hands on the floor.

“Now that’s one way she likes to get fucked,” Dean said as he photographed her.