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Dark Descent Ch. 01

By: SWUKCouple



The following is a true, or as near to the truth account of the real life events that occurred during the past year to my wife and I, basically chronicling what happened leading up to and during the time that she took a black man as her lover, all with my approval.

Firstly, about ourselves, my name is David, I am a 39 year old computer programmer, I am just an average type of person really, 5'9 relatively fit, and not too bad looking I guess, my wife is called Lindsey, she is 32 years old and a slim brunette, she is around 5'3 and a size 8, she exercises pretty regularly and makes great efforts to always look her best, she is proud of her looks and is really very pretty, her hair is cut into a fashionable bob and she has gorgeous blue eyes. 

Lindsey could be described as being quite feline and moves with an easy grace, her legs are long and shapely, topped off with the tidiest bottom, she thinks that her breasts are too small, which being a 32b, they could be described as such, but, they are perfectly in proportion to the rest of her body.

We live in a town in the South West of England and have been happily and content in our 9 year marriage, we have yet to have children, but it is something we have discussed for the future. We met at my last place of employment; we went out together for a year before getting engaged and setting up home together prior to getting married. We have both moved on from where we worked and work now in completely different fields to each other.

Our sex life has always been good, we have certainly enjoyed each other and things are by no means stale. 

We enjoy all the normal things that couples do, oral sex, various positions, but nothing weird, we have tried to do it anally in the past, usually if she has been really tipsy after a night out or something, but it has always been unsuccessful, she has always said it hurts and I obviously respected her wishes. 

Lindsey also loves to dress up and has an extensive range of fine underwear; it is a penchant of hers and one that I actively encourage, as the site of her dressed up sexily always gets me going.

At no time, ever, prior to the events that have happened, has she ever been, or intimated that she would ever be unfaithful, she just did not seem the type, always loyal and proper, never a flirt or someone whom I would have any doubts about trusting, so basically, I was very lucky to have her as my wife.

Last summer, we arranged to go on our annual summer holiday, we have been to many places around the world together; we both share a love of travel, visiting new places. India was a favourite destination of ours. 

The Caribbean island of St Lucia and Barbados we always enjoyed, but on this occasion, we fancied somewhere in the Mediterranean, preferably one of the Greek islands.

After pouring over the brochures we decided that we would choose the Island of Crete, beautiful beaches, lots of interesting and historical places to visit, eating Al Fresco alongside the blue waters of the Med each evening and good nightlife that we could sample if it took our fancy.

The holiday was booked for the start of August for two week duration and a sense of excitement was building in the time running up to our departure. Lindsey as usual, took care of all the packing, her summer wear consisting of floaty items that I cannot even begin to describe and her cutesy two piece bathing costumes, and all the other items that women take, as I am sure most men and I am one, are amazed with the amount of clothes that they take on holiday, especially when lugging the suitcase down the stairs! 

The flight out was uneventful, the normal boring rigmarole that the modern traveller has to endure in the over inflated security conscious world that we must now all endure.

We were not staying in the usual package holiday resorts, I had managed to find a bargain online, after much research I found a 5 star resort on the outskirts of XXXXXX, I won't mention the name, but it was very beautiful, our room had a terrace overlooking the pool area and the sound of running water from the various water features made for a relaxing atmosphere.

The room itself was very spacious, well appointed with all the modern amenities that you would expect from a 5 star establishment, the large tiles on the floor offering a cool respite from the heat outside. Lindsey was delighted with the place.

The first few days we just relaxed and settled into our surroundings, relaxing by the pool, drinking a few beers and reading, it was just nice to unwind from everyday life, leave all of our work worries behind and just soak up some sun.

In the evenings, we would stroll into town for a bite to eat and a bottle of wine, then leisurely make our way back to the hotel via a few nice bars, then make love.

Lindsey by this time was getting a glorious tan.

She has a lovely sun-kissed glow, that makes her eyes seem to be even more vivid blue, I could see that she was drawing appreciative glances from other men when she was sunbathing around the pool.

That is something I am used to as she is very attractive, her bikinis although small were not revealing, as she is not the type to flaunt herself, but her toned body glistening with sun oil really is a sight to see, her toned bum in her little swimsuit is a marvellous thing.

As an aside, one afternoon, she had on a white bikini with strings at the side, after a swim she got out of the pool, as she walked passed two of the barmen nudged each other and inclined towards each other with their heads, one even blowing his cheeks out in appreciation. 

As Lindsey walked toward me, I could see what the barmen were looking at, due to the fact that she was now quite tanned, and the costume was white and wet, you could pretty much see everything that there was to see, the outline of her trimmed mound and her buttocks were on plain view, she didn't realise this and I never told her as she would have been mortified. Nonetheless I enjoyed the moment.

The holiday was passing too fast, we did lots of sightseeing and went on numerous day trips to see various parts of the beautiful islands, small quaint fishing villages off the tourist trail and some terrific museums of antiquity.

All too soon the end of the holiday approached, we had had a fantastic time, on our last night, we decided to have a meal and then stay in the town and have a few drinks, maybe even go to a club, of which there were an abundance of choices.

Lindsey was wearing a purple all in one dress and those roman type sandals that girls like to wear in the summer, her hair was glossy and she looked pretty damned good, the dress itself was quite tight and finished about halfway above her knees, showing her lovely legs, she had on a tiny lace G string so no panty line was visible. 

She got a few wolf whistles from a few groups of younger drunken guys as we walked into the town after our meal, but she just ignored the morons as I did.

We hit a few bars and downed some nice cold beers and chatted to another few people that we knew from our hotel. 

The guy I was talking to informed that it was really busy as there was an American warship in the port that was heading down to the Middle East for a deployment. 

I then started to notice around me lots of American accents; we had a few cocktails in another bar and then decided to head to a club in the heart of town.

We were both quite tipsy by this stage and as we walked I had my hand on Lindsey's bum, at home she usually wouldn't have allowed this, but since we were on holiday, she was very relaxed and giggly.

The club that we found had a huge pink neon sign outside and there was some really deep base tones coming from inside so we decided on that one, as we entered it was quite dark inside, my eyes took a few minutes to adjust from the neon glare outside. 

It was very busy and the dance-floor was pretty full, the music was good and we made our way to the bar.

I ordered Lindsey a cocktail and I had a beer, we made our way to the dance-floor and had a bit of a boogie, which we both really enjoyed, we hit the bar a few more times. Lindsey had a couple more cocktails to my beers; we were having a great old time.

We got chatting to an American sailor at the bar and we both started sharing jokes, I was interested to hear about his time in the navy and was asking him questions about life onboard a ship. 

He was a very pleasant guy, Lindsey asked for another drink, she was merrily drunk by this time but not out of control, just a young woman enjoying herself, she told me that she wanted to dance some more, so I told her to go ahead and enjoy herself, so she sashayed her way into the middle and started dancing. 

I looked over at her periodically, but she was just enjoying herself, she caught my eye and waved at me and blew me a kiss which I returned.

The sailor told me that my wife was 'hot' which of-course I took as a compliment.

I looked over at Lindsey again on the dance-floor, but this time she was not alone, a black guy, standing about 6'2 was dancing with her, he was not touching her or anything, he leaned in close to her to say something and she laughed, clearly enjoying herself, I continued chatting to my new friend as Lindsey was carrying on dancing.

After another few minutes she came back and draped her arm across my shoulders and kissed my cheek, her face was all sweaty and her cheeks were flushed from her exertions, she told me she was really thirsty from all the dancing, I asked her if she wanted a coke or something, but she just giggled, grabbed my bottle of beer and headed back into the melee.

The sailor went off to find his friends leaving me at the bar alone, I looked across the dance-floor to see if I could see Lindsey, I couldn't see her, but I was not unduly worried as it was quite dark and crowded, after a few minutes searching I saw her, again, she was dancing with the same black guy, but this time, one of his friends had joined them, he was a head shorter than his taller friend but extremely broad with a shaven head and had extremely dark skin.

The three of them were off to the rear corner of the throng, the taller guy was in front of Lindsey and the shorter stocky guy was behind her. 

They were all very close together, Lindsey had her hands in the air her eyes were closed and she was moving slowly in time with the beat of the music and the two black guys, the only way to describe it is that they were grinding into her, almost as if they were dry humping against her.

The guy in-front had his hands on Lindsey's shoulders, while the guy behind had his hands on her hips, they were all three moving in unison.

Lindsey's eyes were closed and her head was back her mouth half open and resting her head against the neck of the stocky guy behind her. 

I felt a flush of anger and jealousy looking at my Lindsey like that, but also perversely, to see my gorgeous wife between two hulking black guys was also curiously arousing.

As the song ended, I came to my senses after watching what had been going on before me and walked on the dance-floor, Lindsey, I could see was pretty drunk by this stage and as I called her name from a few feet away, her head snapped round to look at me, I told her that it was time to go, the black guy who was behind her was laughing, but the other guy looked disappointed that Lindsey was leaving, her cheeks were very flushed and her hair was all sweaty and stuck to her face.

I took her by the hand and we walked from the club into the night air, before leaving the club, I noticed that she looked back a few times, but she was quite unsteady on her feet.

As we were heading back to the hotel, Lindsey grabbed me and started furiously kissing me, she was thrusting her mound against me and rubbing herself against me like a cat. 

I could feel myself getting aroused and told her we would have some hot sex when we got back to our hotel room.

We got a taxi back to the hotel, on the back seat, she was rubbing my cock through my trousers, now this is something that she has never ever done in all the years we have been together, so she was either really drunk, really horny or both.

Mercifully the taxi ride was brief, I paid the smirking driver and followed a very tottering swaying Lindsey to our room, as soon as the door was closed she almost pounced on me, our clothes came off pretty quickly.

Lindsey was before me in her tiny G string and her sandals, her face flushed and her hair dishevelled, she looked so amazingly sexy, we fell onto the bed and she straight away took my penis into her mouth, slurping on it greedily.

She was like a woman possessed. She span around into the 69 position, her lace clad pussy just inches from my face, even from here, and I could see that the crotch of her knickers was drenched with her juices.

I pulled the soaking garment aside and started to lap at her, she was indeed saturated, more wet than I had ever felt or seen before, we ended up fucking on the bed and in the chair with her riding me, her long nails hooked into my shoulders.

She clambered off of me and got into the doggy position on the bed, offering me her pussy from behind, as I slid into her tight pussy.

I don't know what came over me, I just blurted out

'I bet you wish that it was one of those black guys fucking you now don't you?' 

Amazingly, she replied.

'Oh my fucking god yes!' 

But she wasn't finished there, she then said. 

'I could feel them against me on the dance-floor. Their cocks were huge! 

Breathlessly she continued.

'They were rubbing them against me, they felt so big and hard, babe..they were fucking massive!'

She then moaned aloud, her mouth had fallen open and she was breathing really heavily and panting.

Now this as you can imagine was a shock, as Lindsey never usually swears, so to hear those things coming from her and describing it the way she did, totally sent me over the edge and I came immediately, my balls bucking and my cock spurting cum as I emptied myself into her receptive body.

She was obviously fantasising about those guys fucking her, that's why she was so turned on, her knickers soaked, because she could feel those monster penises rubbing against her and those guys obviously wanted to fuck her in return.

Lindsey moaned that she didn't want me to cum so soon but I couldn't help it.

She screeched.

'No, no, not yet, don't cum yet babe!'

But obviously it was too late, I couldn't possibly restrain myself.

There was a shocked silence, Lindsey looked at me with red cheeks burning with embarrassment about what she had said, I also could not look her in the eye, due to my own shame about what I had asked.

Lindsey cleaned herself up in the bathroom and we both fell into an exhausted sleep. When we woke up in the morning, it was really very awkward; we both knew exactly what the other had said the night before. I was obviously thinking about the hot sex we had and what my pretty and faithful wife had said, and obviously so was she.

So, the silence between was awkward, painful almost.

Tidying up to pack the suitcases when she was in the shower, I found her panties from the night before down the side of the bedcovers. 

They tiny piece of fabric that would have been in contact with her pussy was still very very damp and it all came flooding back to me.

I could feel myself getting erect, as I ran my fingers across her wetness, imagining her pussy leaking into her tiny knickers as those big hard black cocks were pressed against her body, obviously causing the reaction that I could feel for myself in her underwear.

I put the image out of my mind and started packing the cases, Lindsey came out of the shower looking a lot more refreshed, very quietly, she said to me that she was embarrassed about last night and that she was sorry for what she had said, I told her that it was my fault for saying anything and anyway, we were both very drunk, she looked relieved at that.

We got home to normality, everything was pretty good, but not quite normal.

It was hard to put my finger on. 

For two weeks after we returned we never made love, it was almost as if we were both too embarrassed and were acting like shy teenagers around each other, both very aware that things were said that could never be taken back.

Lindsey went out with some colleagues from work on a Friday night around a month after our return. 

I was left alone at home, sometimes I go out with my friends and Lindsey with hers, so, nothing unusual there.

I was surfing the internet in my office at home, my mind drifting back to our holiday and the things that we both said, the images of Lindsey and those two black guys came flooding back. The state of her underwear, the level of her arousal.

To be honest, I had thought of little else over the intervening weeks.

Out of curiosity, I started looking at interracial sex websites and video clips online, I could not believe how much stuff was out there, there were reams and reams of websites. 

Admittedly, they really turned me on, looking at all of the video clips of huge black men, sometimes groups of them having sex with sexy white women, obviously, I could only think about Lindsey taking the place of some of these girls, imagining what it would be like to see her doing those nasty things on screen.

I went and got myself a beer from the fridge as I trawled through dozens of clips, I masturbated furiously for about an hour and a half, cumming twice. 

Imagining my gorgeous wife being fucked and taken in a multitude of different ways, by single black guys, two at once, gangbangs, anally, you name it, I thought about it.

I heard Lindsey come home around 2 in the morning and she undressed and got straight into bed, she snuggled against me and started to rub me through my pants, she was obviously horny and ready for a romp, this is usually the case after a few wines with her friends. 

I do not know where I found the reserves of energy from after jerking all night to interracial porn but I was almost instantly erect again, I admit, that I was thinking of her being fucked by a black man with a huge cock. 

We had pretty energetic sex, Lindsey was moaning and groaning a lot more than was usual, in the back of my mind, I was wondering what she was thinking about too, maybe she was having thoughts as dangerous and illicit as I was?

Whenever I got the chance, I started looking at more and more interracial pornography online. 

This developed into a bit of a habit. 

I started to download interracial movies of every shape and form, glossy productions, amateur clips, I wanted them all. I wanted to see white women being fucked by black men. 

My masturbatory fantasies really gathered pace, all I could think of now was watching Lindsey in that nightclub, those two hulking black men rubbing themselves against her lithe body, Lindsey in return, allowing herself to be dry humped, her body reacting in a natural way to those attentions that were being visited on her.

The state of her underwear when we arrived back at the hotel, soaked with the evidence of her obvious arousal, it was this fact that I always returned to, a few times I even got those very same panties from her underwear drawer and masturbated with them around my penis.

I imagined that if I had not been there, she would probably have ended up fucking one of those guys or perhaps even both of them and I am sure, that Lindsey probably harboured those thoughts also.

Every time we made love, I imagined her being fucked by black guys, I confess, that I could never last long, just those images in my mind were becoming all consuming, I know that she was becoming slightly frustrated with my performances. I started to go down on her for longer periods of time, because I knew that when I entered her body, it would be over quickly. 


Dark Descent Ch. 01



It was as if I was on a hair trigger.

It got to the stage where my fantasies were really taking over, the thoughts of seeing Lindsey on her knees sucking a huge black cock and in turn being fucked kept popping into my head.

Just before Christmas, I went out with some colleagues from work; I had a few beers and returned home, as usual, I went straight to my computer. Lindsey was at her sister's house for the evening. 

Maybe if I had not had a few beers, I would not have done it, but you could call it Dutch courage, I visited on online adult video store and purchased a DVD, it was called 'Black Pipe Layers', the cover looked great, the girls in the film would basically take on 3 or 4 incredibly well endowed black guys, the girls looked absolutely stunning, they would be fucked really hard, taking those humungous cocks in each hole simultaneously.

I looked at the online preview and bought it on the spot. My plan basically, was to get Lindsey to watch it with me.

The next morning, I was extremely nervous about what I had done, how the hell was I going to bring this up? Would she think that I was weird or a pervert? 

We had watched adult films before and always enjoyed them, but it was a rare occurrence. This film was purely interracial and a pretty nasty looking one at that.

Over the next few days, I always tried to get to the postman first, as soon as the mail dropped through the letterbox, I darted for the door, even delaying my departure for work by 40 minutes each day so that I could be in when he usually arrived.

Finally, the brown package dropped through the letterbox, even though I was dressed for work, I quickly darted upstairs and flicked through the film on my PC, it didn't disappoint and before setting off for work, I masturbated.

I carefully disposed of the envelope in the rubbish bin.

That weekend, we went out for a meal with some of our friends, I was a little subdued as I was planning on watching the film with Lindsey when we arrived home, the night seemed to drag on for an age, but finally, the time to settle the bill arrived and we paid our share, bade our friends goodnight and got a taxi home.

Lindsey had had a few drinks and was relaxed and chatty, where as I was doing my best to keep myself under control, all through the evening as I looked at my gorgeous wife, I was thinking about the DVD that I already had set up to watch in our bedroom, thinking about what her reaction may be.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours, we arrived home and went straight upstairs. 

I was quite jittery by this stage, I told her that I had a surprise for her, a film. 

She giggled and said,

'Ohhhh, is it was a rude one?' 

I replied.

'Well, you will have to wait and see?'

'In that case', she said, 'let me put on something naughty!'

She giggled and disappeared into the bedroom, she blew me a kiss as she closed the door gently.

'Wont be long'. She whispered seductively.

I was delighted that she was up for watching a porno, but was obviously nervous as to how she would react given the films content.

I waited outside the room while she got ready, this always heightened my anticipation, as I mentioned earlier, Lindsey loves her fine underwear and tonight, she was not going to disappoint.

I could hear her fumbling in her dressing table, after what seemed like an age she told me to come into the bedroom.

Lindsey was lying on our bed, a single lamp was the only illumination, she had on a black body stocking which I knew was open at the crotch and a tiny black satin thong, she looked amazing, her slim body visible through the shiny denier material, her breasts visible, nipples already hard poking against the fabric, her satin clad mound tightly encased in her panties, the contours of which were visible.

I looked at my sexy wife and started to take my clothes off.

'Someone is excited already' she said. 

My erection already prominent as I joined her on the bed.

'Well then, put the film on I'm all excited' she purred.

I fumbled on my bedside table for the remote control, I was almost physically shaking by this point, doubts lingering in my mind, but the point of no return had passed, I couldn't very well say I didn't want to watch the film now.

I pressed play on the DVD player and the film started, there was no preamble.

A gorgeous girl was taking a shower, a slim brunette like Lindsey but with longer hair, she took her time soaping herself up, she was absolutely stunning, the next scene, she heads for the bedroom, she starts to masturbate and the scene kind of melts with one of those visual effects as if she was dreaming. As the scene clears there are four huge black guys on the bed with her.

Beside me I heard a sharp intake of breath from Lindsey, I cast a sideways glance and look at her, her eyes were really wide and she seemed to be quite red in the face, as if from embarrassment, however, she does not look in my direction, her eyes were completely fixed to the flickering screen.

I quickly stole glances at my wife's body as the scene on screen unfolded before us. 

Her nipples were hard and prominent looking, and she is on her side on the bed, the curvature of her hips accentuated by the tiny string of her panties, her eyes wide as she was looking at the TV.

On the screen the stunning brunette is taking it in turns to suck the massive cocks offered to her, the black guys paw at her body, the men's cocks are very big indeed, black and bulging with veins, each at least 9" long, I notice that Lindsey is biting her lower lip as her chest is rising and falling, her nipples looked painfully erect.

The scene continues with the actress being fucked senselessly on the bed, each guy takes it in turns to penetrate her, forcing their considerable cocks into her tight pussy, the girl is moaning loudly, I notice that Lindsey is starting to change position a lot, as if uncomfortable, almost squirming, her thighs appear to be forced closed together.

I was enormously enjoying watching my wife's reaction as much as the film, as the scene continued, the girl ends up taking a cock in her arse and her pussy at the same time, as the first cock enters her bottom, I reach across and stroked Lindsey's hip, slowly stroking her, making my way slowly up her body to her hard nipples and soft breasts, she in turn reaches over and started to stroke my painfully erect cock.

As she watches the screen, my hand slowly traced a path down her stomach towards her black panties. Her thighs fall apart giving me full access to the place between her shapely thighs, my hand cups her mound, the crotch of her panties is soaking, she is clearly very aroused.

I started to rub her through her knickers, there was just a hot wet mush between her legs, I slid a finger into the side of her knickers and touched her pussy, the heat and the wetness momentarily took me aback, but I was delighted.

I slid down her body and start to lick her very moist pussy, holding her panties aside, I find the hard nub of her clitoris and set to work nuzzling it, Lindsey's eyes are glued to the screen and amazingly quickly she started thrashing around on the bed in the throes of a mighty orgasm, I can feel her pussy pulsing against my mouth as I continued to lick her.

She pulled me up on top of her and I entered her easily, almost too easily such is the slickness from her mound, her eyes are forced closed as I thrust into her, her nipples like little studs of hard flesh.

I spun her around so that she is doggy-style facing the screen, I can't believe that we are doing this, she is watching a really nasty interracial film as I am fucking her from behind.

Her hips gyrate wildly, even I get a little wild and ripped off her knickers, this sends her crazy, she shouts out for me to fuck her hard, hard like the girl on the screen and I duly oblige, Lindsey is pretty much uncontrollable by this stage. 

I reach underneath to start playing with her clit, only to find that she has beaten me to it, she is stroking herself now, something I have had to beg her to do in the past and something she has always denied doing, It's all beginning to feel a bit too much for me, I start to feel a familiar pressure building, I tell her that I am going to cum.

Lindsey stops quickly, she lies in front of me and tells me to cum on her face, I explode almost instantly, this is something we have never done before, her legs still splayed open as she plays with her clit, her eyes on the screen as I cum across her face, splashing across her cheek and into her hair, her fingers dance furiously across her clit and she comes with a powerful orgasm.

She starts muttering.

'Oh god' 'oh god' repeatedly. 

Her body bucking and writhing, eyes half shut, her mouth an 'O' shape. She finally lies still.

We are both pretty breathless for a few minutes, the film still playing on the screen sending flickering shadows across both of our bodies and the bedroom, no words are said.

I reached across and passed her a tissue, she dabbed away my sticky sperm and tosses the used paper onto the floor, her breasts are still rising and falling as another interracial scene on the TV kicks off in earnest.

I speak first.

'That was pretty amazing' I say. 

Lindsey didn'y say anything she just nodded her head in assent. 

Her legs still wide apart, I could see the wetness of her juices still coating her inner thighs, glistening in the soft light. Her torn underwear wrapped around a shapely tanned thigh.

The remote control was still on the bedside table, I reached for it, Lindsey is now propped on one elbow looking at me. She opens her mouth to speak and what she says shocks me. 

'What are you doing, leave it on, I want to watch it all'. She purred quietly.

We watched the remaining two scenes together, each followed the same pattern as the first, we had sex one more time but it is not as frantic, Lindsey was still in a state of high arousal throughout the rest of the film.

After the film has finished, she asked me a question.

'Where did you get that film David?' 

I tell her that I purchased it from an online adult DVD site, then a question that I was kind of expecting. 

'Why did you choose that one?' She asked.

I considered my reply before answering.

'I just thought that it would be fun, you know, something different'.

'It certainly was fun and different', she replied. 

'Did you enjoy watching it?' I asked?

Her reply was breathless.

'I think you know the answer to that.' 

'Can I ask you something Lindsey?'

She paused, before replying, I think she knew what I was going to ask.

'Yes, of-course you can.'

I steeled myself before asking the question.

'When you were watching that film, were you thinking about those guys in Crete? You know the ones on the dance-floor?'

I tried to qualify it.

'It's OK if you were, I mean, it's just fantasy isn't it?

Her answer surprised me, I didn't think she would say what she did, not the Lindsey that I knew.

I thought that the answer would be in the negative.

'Yes, yes I was thinking of them.' 

'Babe, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it'.

She tried to apologise to me for thinking that way, I could see the pleading look in her eyes.

'Look' O Replied, 'It's just fantasy'.

We both fell asleep and awoke late the next morning, we never mentioned the night before, not through any kind of embarrassment or shame, but I knew that if I was thinking about the night before, then she was probably thinking the same.

In bed the next night, Lindsey asked if I would like to watch the film again. I was pretty shocked, but obviously really pleased, the same thing happened, Lindsey's pussy was soaking as we made love again.

She particularly enjoyed being taken from behind as she was watching the film; again, she had two powerful orgasms, once from my tongue and once playing with herself.

That week, I was away from Tuesday to Thursday with work, I was thinking about Lindsey home alone, an idea crossed my mind; Lindsey knew that the DVD was in my top drawer, I positioned it in a way that I would know if it had been moved. Thereby knowing if she had maybe watched it while I was away from home.

The couple of days passed by normally, but the thought of that DVD in the drawer frequently crossed my mind. 

On the phone to Lindsey each night, I asked her what she was doing.

I got the reply.

'Oh, nothing much, I may just have an early night.'

That obviously had my imagination in overdrive, imagining what she was doing in bed.

Thursday couldn't come around quickly enough; I got home about an hour before Lindsey herself was due in from work.

I dumped my suit carrier in the hall and darted straight upstairs to our bedroom, everything was in its usual place and neat and tidy, the bed freshly made up, nothing amiss.

But that is not what I wanted to see, with my heart beating, I opened my drawer where the DVD was.

It was there in front of me and sure enough, it had been moved.

There was never a reason for her to go into my drawers, so she must have watched it again. 

This had my cock hard in an instant, my prim and proper, gorgeous sexy faithful wife had been watching a nasty interracial film in bed, probably masturbating herself to orgasm, imagining that it was her on screen. 

I sat on the edge of our bed and wanked furiously, I must have cum inside a minute such was the level of my arousal.

I cleaned myself up, replaced the DVD case in my drawer and waited for Lindsey to come home.

Everything continued as normal for a few weeks, we watched the DVD a couple more times together and again, I left it in my drawer, again, a couple of times it had been moved, so she was still watching it secretly, much to my delight and it was fuel for my imagination.

I ordered another interracial film online, this time; I never made a rush for the postman. I just let things take their natural course. 

I was driving home from work and my mobile phone rang, it was Lindsey. 

'There is a package for you here'. She told me. 

'Oh yes' I replied, 'it's another DVD for us to watch together.'

'Really', she answered sounding a bit surprised.

But there was another edge to her voice. 

'What's this one about?' She asked.

'Why don't you open it and have a look.'

'Can I?' She asked breathlessly. 

'Yes of course you can' I replied, also sounding I'm sure, a little excited.

'Hang on then' she replied. 

With that, I heard her place the phone down and the sound of paper being torn open, there was a pause for a few seconds and then a giggle.

'Oh David, this looks so naughty, can we watch it tonight?' 

'What's the film called?' I asked her.

Obviously knowing full well what the title was, being as I ordered it; I just wanted to hear her say it aloud.

There was a pause, and then she spoke.

'It's called 'Little White Sluts & Big Black Monster Cocks'.

'Oh babe' she said, 'it looks so naughty, can we watch it tonight?'

I drove home with an enormous erection, I was so hard that it was painful, to hear my wife say the title of the film was incredibly horny, just to hear her utter the words 'black monster cocks' was an incredible turn on.

We watched the film that night, it did not disappoint.

Lindsey again was enraptured, her pussy was saturated as we made love, her eyes fixed to the screen as I either lapped away at her, fucked her, or she pleasured herself slowly, watching each scene, her long legs wide apart, her fingers making slow circles across her clitoris, she climaxed four times that night.

That Friday, we went into town with some friends, we ended up in quite a late bar and had a rowdy old time, in the bar, there was a group of guys, two of whom were black, I noticed that Lindsey occasionally looked in their direction. 

I wondered what she was thinking, was she may be wondering about what fucking one of them would be like? 

Imagining how big their cocks were?

I found out when we got home, she was as rampant as ever, we made love on the living room floor as soon as we got home, the obligatory interracial DVD playing on our living room television, she was soaking again, as I slid into her from behind, my thoughts just transformed into words and just kind of popped out.

'Would you like to be fucked by a black man with a big fat cock?' I asked.

'Oh yes.' She replied in a dreamy voice. 'Yes I would, very much.'

She moaned softly as I slid into her, her juices coating my cock.

'OK then, let's do it, let's find a black man with a huge cock to fuck you.'

Lindsey moaned loudly, writhing on my cock.

'Oooohh, I want him to be massive, like those guys on the films and on holiday.'

She was getting into this, her feelings were coming out in front of me, my gorgeous wife admitting that she wanted to feel another man's cock inside her, not just anyone's, but a huge black one.

I could feel her fingers strumming away at her clit; she was on the way to a powerful orgasm. 

I continued. Fuelling her fire, teasing her, turning her on with the thought of black cock.

'I am going to watch as you are sucking a massive black pole, as you are fucked senseless, I want to watch him stuffing it into you from every position.'

As I said this Lindsey came with a powerful judder and a screech, I pulled my cock out and sprayed my semen onto her pert buttocks, some of it landing on her panties which I had pulled aside, the rest sliding down her arse crack and pussy lips.

As she calmed down from her orgasm, I said to her.

'I'm serious you know, if you want to do it you can.'

Lindsey replied in a quiet wavering voice. 

'Really, you wouldn't mind if I did it, are you serious?' 

I answered slowly.

'Yes, of course I'm serious'. 

Her words came out in a kind of rush. 

'But how? 

'Where would we do it?'

'Where would we go?' 

'How would we find someone?'

'Wow' I said, 'take it easy', we will figure something out!'

The next night, we shared a bottle of wine while watching television. We hadn't mentioned our conversation the night before, although I could think of little else all day.

'Wait here.' I said, 

'Why, where are you going?' She asked.

'Just to get my laptop'. 

With that, I went upstairs and unplugged my laptop from its place in my office and padded back downstairs.

'Why have you brought that down here?' Lindsey asked.

'Well, we are going to go online and see what we can find.'

'You don't mean what we were talking about last night do you David?' Lindsey sounded really surprised.

'That's exactly what I mean.' I replied. 'Why, don't you want to?'

She looked up at me from the sofa, her long slim legs curled under her in that sexy way that women sit, her eyes looking quite large, as if frightened, her cheeks flushed red.

'I don't know, maybe, but I don't know.' She sputtered.

'Look', I said gently, 

'We can just look around online, we don't have to really do anything, if you don't want to do anything you don't have to, there is no pressure, but there's also no harm in looking, it might be just fun to have a look?'

'Well, I suppose,' her voice barely a whisper, 'we could just look then.'

By this time I was shaking a little, my mouth felt really dry, Lindsey noticed.

'Are you alright?' 'You're shaking.'

'To be honest, I'm excited' I stammered, it was true, I was excited. 

Where was this leading to? 

What path were we headed down? 

I had a beautiful faithful wife, sexy as they come, a real head turner and all I could think of was her being fucked by a black man with a huge cock while I watched.

The best part of it was, she was clearly into the idea too, but needed helping along I felt.

I must stress, at no time did I feel that I was coercing her into something that maybe she didn't want or was uncomfortable with, admittedly, I was using gentle persuasion. 




Dark Descent Ch. 01



But if you had seen how aroused she was after the nightclub in Crete and after watching those films, this was something that she also wanted. 

I have known my wife for a long time, the way you get to know everything about someone intimately, it was just a gentle nudge she needed.

Then she said something to me which confirmed what I already knew. 

'I'm excited too David.'

I smiled at my beautiful wife.

'OK, then, let's have a look and see what we can find.'

With that, I sat next to her on the brown leather sofa, I pulled the coffee table towards us, plugged my laptop in and placed the computer between us.

I paused and then spoke. 

'God, I don't know where to look!'

Lindsey giggled next to me.

'Just maybe put something in Google' she suggested.

'OK, but what?' 

I was at a loss. 

'I know', I said, I typed in interracial dating and hit the enter key.

Lots of hits came back, but the websites were all about people looking for long term relationships. I then typed in 'Interracial adult dating'; the responses were more of the same.

Lindsey spoke up, 'Why don't you try 'interracial sex dating'.

I almost sputtered when she said that.

So that's what I did, there were hundreds of hits, literally hundreds. 

'Bloody hell.' I exclaimed, 

'Look how many sites there are?'

'My god!' said Lindsey, 'how many people do this kind of thing?'

'I don't know, but it certainly seems there are a lot of people out there who are into this kind of stuff.' I replied.

One of the sites was an interracial swinger site, I won't mention the name but it is very popular as we have since found out.

'Shall we look at this one?' I asked her.

'Yes, that looks as good as any other'. Lindsey giggled.

I clicked on the link and the website came into view, on the front page was a white lady sucking an enormous black penis, her cheek bulged out where the head of the cock was forced into her mouth.

'Oh my gosh, look how big that willy is!' 'Do you think that's real?' She asked.

'I'm sure it is!'

We entered the site; we had to pay and just decided on a month's subscription, just so we could look around.

'Look' said Lindsey; there are pictures, 

'Let's see what they are like?'

I clicked on the tab, there were literally hundreds of photos', images of white women, black men, sex scenes between amateur ladies and hung black men. You name it, it was there.

Lindsey by this stage was sat forward, enraptured, we spent about twenty minutes looking at images, Lindsey found an image of an attractive girl sucking the penis of a man.

I have to admit here and now, he was enormous, it didn't look real but clearly was, especially as the next set of images showed him having sex with the woman in various positions before finally taking his sperm onto her tongue.

'Would you take on something like that?' I asked her.

'Oh my gosh....Christ, I don't know, look how big he is David?' She said quietly.

I answered he. 

'That girl is no bigger than you are, and she has managed it.' 

You could clearly see that her juices were coating the thick black shaft.

'She does appear to be enjoying it' replied Lindsey.

At the top of the page there was a tab for contacts.

'Shall we look at some of the adverts?' I enquired.

Lindsey didn't answer, she just nodded quickly, so I opened the tab.

There were various sections, basically divided into race and gender.

The first section we looked at was 'White women seeking black cock.' 

Again, there were lots of ads; I randomly clicked on a few.

The adverts basically described what the woman or couple was looking for, some had pictures and some did not, the women were all shapes and sizes, some young, some a lot older, most were married.

'Interesting don't you think?' I asked Lindsey.

'Is that all you do? Place an advert. Is it that easy?' She enquired.

'It seems to be.' 

She just answered, 'Oh, right.'

'Shall we look at the guys adverts?' Looking at Lindsey.

'Yes, please, definitely.' Lindsey replied.

For obvious reasons, this section was Lindsey's favourite, we looked at about thirty adverts, some of the guys were in the UK, a few in other countries and a lot in the U.S.

Some of the guys were shockingly big, others not so, I could see that Lindsey was squirming a bit and her breathing was really fast. Her nipples I could see were erect under her top.

'Are you enjoying looking?' I asked. 'I told you it would be fun.'

'I am enjoying it yes and you were right, it is fun and there is no harm in looking is there?' She looked at me as if seeking confirmation.

'That's true, no harm looking.'

'Lindsey, are you turned on?' I enquired.

With that Lindsey looked at me, she was wearing tight light grey leggings; the next thing was a sight I will never forget.

Sat next to me on the sofa, Lindsey lay back, her nipples clearly erect. 

'What do you think?' 

As she said that, she very slowly lifted her right leg and opened her slim thighs, the crotch of her light grey tight grey leggings was much darker than it should have been and stained with her pussy juices, the mound of her pussy clearly visible at the juncture of her thighs, my eyes drawn to the moist patch between her legs.

Her eyes were hooded and half closed. 

'David, I really need you to fuck me now.' She whispered.

I leaned forward and ran my hands up her legs, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, I slowly worked them over her thighs and pulled them all the way off, Lindsey's legs fell open, revealing her moist pussy.

I kissed all the way up her thighs to her glistening pussy lips, using the tip of my tongue I slowly circled her hard clit, she moaned as I made contact, again her vagina was soaking, her juices running down from her moist opening towards the crease of her buttocks.

I really took my time, teasing her, my cock erect in my own trousers.

Lindsey sighed. 'I just want you to lick me until I come.'

I set about her pussy with barely concealed gusto, licking, nibbling and probing, my own hand buried in my pants stroking my stiff cock.

I floated a question.

'Lindsey, shall we place an advert on the website?'

'We could ask for a black guy to fuck you.'

Lindsey's hips were gyrating, her eyes closed as I continued nuzzling her sodden pussy.

'Yes, David, I want this, I want black men to look at me and to fuck me,' 'Oh God David, I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming!'

She let out a low growl as I buried my face between her legs, eagerly lapping at her sweet pussy juices; she was flooded as I carried on licking at her clit. The pulses from her pussy were abating as the orgasm faded.

I looked up from between her legs.

'Shall we then, you know, place an advert?'

Lindsey had a dreamy look upon her face, her breasts rising and falling, her legs still splayed wide. 

'I want to David, but do you think that they will like me?'

I chuckled at her naivety. 

'You are kidding aren't you? You are gorgeous darling. Those two black guys in Crete certainly liked you didn't they? They wanted to fuck you so badly I'm sure?'

'Well yes.' She replied, 'but what if someone we know sees our advert?'

'That's easily solved babe, we don't have to show your face on any pictures do we? One look at your body will have them salivating I'm sure?'

'I never thought of that, could you blank my face out?' She asled.

'Absolutely.'

I was starting to get excited about this, she was really seriously thinking about this too.

'Shall we do it now?' I asked keenly.

'God, I look a complete mess!' 'I can't possibly have my picture on there in the state I am in.'

Lindsey sat up and swung her shapely legs from the sofa, she stood up, naked from the waist down. Her tight shapely bottom inches away from me.

'David, I am going to smarten myself up and get myself looking presentable, why don't you get the camera. I will be back down in ten minutes.'

With that, my wife leant forward and kissed me on the lips, she giggled at me as she walked away as I sat there open mouthed, as she left the lounge, she wiggled her bottom at me.

'See you in ten minutes!'

I heard her padding up the stairs, I darted from the lounge and got my camera, turning it on I checked that it was fully charged, my hands were shaking as I tidied away the coffee table.

This whole situation was taking a very unexpected turn, for a few years I had pestered Lindsey to allow me to take some racy photo's of her, you know the type, lingerie pictures, maybe something racier but she had always flatly refused to even entertain the idea.

I had pestered her a few times, but she always said no, saying that she was concerned if they fell into the wrong hands and various other reasons, in the end, I just stopped asking and gave up.

Now however, my wife was upstairs tidying herself up because she was going to allow me to take pictures of her to be put onto an interracial swingers website where they could be seen by anyone who wanted to, admittedly, no shots were to be of her face, but all the same, this was a massive deal for her and for me.

Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, still no sign of Lindsey.

I shouted up the stairs. 'Are you coming down? I'm waiting.'

Her reply came back. 'Be patient, I won't be long!'

After another ten minutes or so, I could hear Lindsey coming down the stairs; I sat up straight in an armchair facing the door so that I could see her as she entered.

I was so looking forward to this, after our holiday in Crete, our sexlife had dramatically improved, my normally demure wife was becoming a bit of a fox in the bedroom, more adventurous, less restrained, all because of a smutty dance with two black men.

The door opened slowly and Lindsey walked into the room.

To say that she looked sexy and stunning would be an understatement.

Lindsey had combed and brushed out her hair so that it shone, her dark brown hair cut into its bobbed style was shining, she had applied make up and bright pink lipstick.

Her choice of underwear was inspired, French, black lace and expensive, the brassiere, a push up type, enhancing her cleavage. 

Her panties were tiny and filmy, a suspender belt built into them, a mesh panel at the front showing a very well trimmed pussy, perfectly tended and plump looking in her knickers, two straps ran down from her suspender panties to her silk stockings, a light black colour, pure black at the top and a seam running down the backs of her legs. 

On her feet a set of shiny black heels, just a couple of straps across the feet and a strap around her slim ankle.

I just looked and stared, she looked amazing, any man in the world would struggle not to find her attractive, let alone a horny black man with a big cock.

'My God, you look incredibly sexy.' I said.

Lindsey smiled at me and turned around slowly, her shoulders were bare apart from the bras straps, her waist small, the curvature of her haps flaring out from her slim middle, her buttocks, encased in the tiny knickers, the lace material barely keeping the globes of pert flesh contained.

The curve of her arse has always driven me crazy; it really is one of her finest features.

'Well then.' She said, 

'Where do you want me?'

One hand on her hip, her hip jutted out to one side, accentuating her shape.

'Well, for a start, stay like that!' 

She looked so fuck-able. My cock thickening as I looked at her.

I started taking a few pictures, Initially, Lindsey was unsure of what to do, how to hold herself, what poses to adopt, I made a few suggestions.

I got her to bend over the dining table, her bottom raised up, her back arched, her knickers tightly hugging the contours of her pussy. 

A few laying in front of the fire in various poses, legs open wide, cupping her breasts. I asked her to pull her knickers aside, but she refused to do that, saying that she was uncomfortable with doing that, so I didn't push it.

Lindsey started to grow in confidence; she was enjoying posing like this.

'You look so sexy, there are going to be so many black guys that want to fuck you.'

Lindsey just smiled at me, 'Do you think so?' 

Again she needed reassurance, which I was only too happy to provide.

After I had taken around 30 photos, Lindsey told me that surely I had enough. I loved taking photos sofa my slim, scantily clad and pretty wife, sadly, I put the camera down.

Lindsey was laying on the sofa in her underwear, propped up on her elbow, her blue eyes looking at me. 

'Let's have a look at the photos then?' She whispered.

I uploaded the images from the camera onto my laptop and we scrolled through the pictures that I had taken, they looked terrific.

'David, what will we put in the advert, I mean, what will it say?'

'Erm, let's just open up the website and see what we can come up with.' I replied.

I loaded the webpage and opened the tab for the adverts. I opened the link to create a new thread.

Lindsey was curled up on the sofa immediately behind me, her presence behind me, clad in her sexy underwear was disconcerting to say the least, but I concentrated on the task at hand.

'Right then, let's get an advert posted.' I was seriously excited.

I started tapping away at the keyboard, within five or ten minutes and after a few corrections and a suggestion or two from Lindsey, our advert was ready to post. 

I uploaded three pictures of Lindsey in her lingerie to go with the advert. 

The first image was of her stood upright, showing a full length body shot, but with her face blanked, the next image, her face was not visible due to the fact that she was on all fours, her head bent down and her bottom raised in the air, legs wide apart her tiny panties hugging her pussy, her beautiful bottom delightfully framed by her suspender straps and stockings.

The third and final image was of Lindsey on her back, legs spread wide and her face blanked out. Lindsey was pleased with the advert, I was delighted with it.

Our advert read as follows;

'Slim attractive married white female, 32 years old. 

Looking to meet a very well endowed black male aged 25-40 to give me my first interracial experience. 

(Husband will be present but will not participate). 

Age between 25-40, a muscular build would be preferred. 

Cleanliness and discretion is a must. 

Only replies with a photo will be considered.'

'Please see attached images to whet your appetite'.

'OK then Lindsey. That's it, it's ready to send.'

'I made sure with Lindsey that she was comfortable with it before I hit the return key to submit the advert.

'Now Lindsey, this is it, are you sure?'

'I'm sure David, let's send it?'

I pressed the return key and the post became active.



Dark Descent Ch. 02



Please read chapter 1 to find out how this story came about.

Also, apologies for the delay in publishing this next chapter, due to the fact that so much has gone on lately, the situation becoming more complex and dare I say it even more daring and confusing, especially for Lindsey and myself, the paths that we have been led down, so, it has been difficult to process all of the emotions, new situations and information, to try and put it all into words.

This story is a continuation from the first chapter, concerning how my wife Lindsey started her journey into taking a black man as her lover, initially, it all started with an incident on holiday in Crete, then fantasy played a big part, the sexual tension building.

Then, the placement of an advert on an interracial website, looking for a well endowed black male to make love to Lindsey, the first chapter ended with the advert being placed.

*****

'Well, that's it then.' I said.

'That's the advert live on the site, so, I guess we should just wait and see what happens?'

I leaned back against Lindsey who was still clad in her lingerie on the sofa; I could feel her slim body against me.

'David,' she said, 'I'm really excited about this, but I'm also bloody terrified, what if someone we know sees the advert and recognises me?'

I replied softly.

'Lindsey, no one will ever recognise you, no one can see your face, we have covered our tracks well that way babe, you have nothing to worry about, you really don't.'

'Really, do you think so?' she answered nervously.

I looked into my wife's big blue eyes, her dark glossy hair falling across her forehead onto her cheek, her shoulder cocked to one side, her eyes looking at me, imploring me, she looked so vulnerable and sexy, that she needed my reassurance was only natural and I had no problem giving it.

'Look babe, it will be fine,' I said, 'I guarantee you, that no one will know us or even suspect that it's us, how could they, no one will ever know.'

I continued.

'Our advert is live now, and I reckon we should get a few replies Lindsey, I mean, the photo's are really sexy, you are gorgeous babe.'

It was true, the pictures that I placed with the advert were really great, Lindsey has a great body, she is slim, lithe and firm, her breasts are pretty small, but they are in perfect proportion and her bottom and legs are easily her finest feature.

She always takes great pains to look her best and looks after herself physically, she attends the gym three times a week, varying her routine between cardio vascular exercise and swimming, and her body is in great shape.

The shots of her in her sexy black lingerie I was proud of, and I was sure that they would generate some interest.

'OK David that makes me feel a bit better', she said.

Lindsey stirred behind me on the sofa; I could feel her kneeling up behind me, her body pressed against me.

'Babe, let's go upstairs and watch a naughty film, all of this has made me really horny.' She purred.

'OK honey, let's go up.' I answered.

I made sure that all the lights were off as Lindsey, still tottering around in her heels and underwear tidied away our wine glasses.

I walked behind her ascending the stairs, her gorgeous firm, panty clad bottom a couple of feet away from my face, and I wanted to make love to her so badly.

We got into our bedroom and Lindsey turned on the bedside lamp, I set up the DVD player and inserted a particularly good interracial movie that I knew Lindsey enjoyed. But saying that, she enjoyed them all.

We started watching the movie and as usual, it had the desired effect, Lindsey was soon squirming away next to me, my hand stroking the very wet crotch of her panties, she in turn stroking my cock as the film flickered away on screen.

The scene was showing a well hung black guy taking a slim woman from behind, his huge cock entering her, thrusting violently as he fucked her. She was very vocal, screaming as she was being pounded.

'Just think Lindsey that could be you soon?' I murmured to her. 'You could be getting it like that girl is, from a massive black guy.'

I also added, 'Just think babe, there are probably some black guys looking at our advert and looking at your pictures, maybe even stroking their cocks over your pictures.'

'Oh god', she replied, 'do you think so?'

'Yeah babe, I'm sure that they will be.' I answered.

Lindsey was really squirming now, looking at the film on screen, watching the young woman being fucked mercilessly, stroking my cock, gripping me hard.

'David, fuck me, fuck me from behind,' breathed Lindsey.

'I want you inside me now.' She whispered, eyes still glued to the screen.

Lindsey knelt up, her bottom swaying in front of me, I clambered behind her, I pulled her wet panties aside and slid my cock inside her in one movement, her tight pussy gripping me, the heat and wetness were almost too much for me, I had to slow my thrusts as I was so close to cumming.

Lindsey turned her head and looked at me.

'David, no, not slowly like that, fuck me; fuck me as hard as you can.'

I started to thrust into Lindsey's wet pussy, pounding away as hard as I could, Lindsey squirming and moaning below me, I could feel the familiar pressure building, the tightness in my balls as I was so close.

'Oh god, Oh god Lindsey, I'm cumming.'I shouted.

'No David...Noooo, please, not yet, please not yet.'

But I couldn't help it; I gripped Lindsey's hips as I unloaded into her body groaning as my balls spasmed.

Lindsey's head was resting on her arms, thrusting back against me, matching my thrusts.

I collapsed across her back, my weight resting on her.

I nuzzled into her perfumed skin and spoke to her.

'Babe, I'm sorry, I just couldn't last any longer, I was just too excited about everything.'

She replied, with what sounded like a hint of disappointment in her voice.

'That's OK babe, don't worry about it, I will go and clean myself up.'

With that Lindsey clambered off the bed and went into our en-suite bathroom, I heard her undressing and the taps running.

I lay back on the bed, my chest rising and falling, my heart still racing, the DVD still playing, now showing yet another interracial scene, my eyes looked at the young woman, on her knees and pleasing a huge black penis orally, my thoughts wandered to my wife.

Not six feet away in the bathroom, my sexy gorgeous wife, always faithful and true, but now, after an incident on holiday and the exploration of fantasies that is changing.

She is advertised online on an interracial website, with my blessing looking for a black male to take her sexually while I watch, her photo's, admittedly with her face blanked out now in the public domain, clad in sexy underwear in a series provocative poses. 

Her body on complete display for anyone to see.

I turned off the TV and DVD player, Lindsey returned from the bathroom, dressed in a pair of pink pyjamas, a short cropped vest showing off her toned stomach and tight shorts.

I pulled the quilt back and Lindsey snuggled up beside me.

I leaned over her and turned off the bedside lamp.

Our bedroom was plunged into darkness; I could hear Lindsey breathing next to me.

'David,' she whispered softly.

'When shall we check that website, I mean, when shall we see if anyone has looked at our advert?'

'Look Lindsey.' I said into the darkness, 'I bet there will be some replies, we will check tomorrow night if you like?'

Lindsey took my hand under the covers and squeezed it, 'OK babe, let's look tomorrow night.'

I squeezed Lindsey's hand in return, 'sure babe, we will check tomorrow.'

We both slept soundly that Friday night.

The next day dawned bright and sunny, we had a usual Saturday, shopping and then lunch with Lindsey's older sister, as we sat in the restaurant I was looking at my gorgeous wife, dressed in her skin tight black leggings, Ugg boots and short jumper, her shapely bottom on view as she walked, her small mound prominent.

She was looking great, but my mind was thinking about the advert we had placed online, all the people in that restaurant, Lindsey's sister included, oblivious to the fact that my sexy wife was displayed on an interracial website in her lingerie, taking the first tentative steps en route to being fucked by a well endowed black male, I knew how lucky I was, as she is so attractive, any guy would love to have sex with her and now she was online looking for a big black cock.

The lunch finished and Lindsey and I went to the cinema.

We arrived back home at around eight in the evening. 

Nothing all day had been mentioned about the advert or the website, but my god, it had been on my mind all day, and Lindsey had been as cool as a cucumber all day.

As soon as we were through the front door, Lindsey turned to me.

'David, I'm going to open some wine, go and get your laptop, it's time to look.'

I was really taken aback, I thought that I would broach the subject later on in the evening, but Lindsey obviously had other ideas on that front.

I almost sprinted upstairs to my office and unplugged my laptop; I coiled the cables around the lid and darted back downstairs.

I have to admit my heart was racing, Lindsey was just settling down on the sofa, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table, her boots had been kicked off, and she was sat with her legs tucked up underneath her.

I smiled at Lindsey and she smiled back at me, 'I wonder if anyone has looked at the advert?' Lindsey said.

I replied, 'well, there's only one way to find out isn't there babe?'

Lindsey looked at me 'I'm excited David' she said.

There was no disguising the trepidation in her voice, or mine for that matter.

'OK, let's have a look then.'

With that, I plugged the computers power supply in and sat down next to my pretty wife.

Lindsey moved closer and was right next to me as I opened the website; I logged in and went straight to the 'white women seeking black men' section.

Our post was at the top of the page, I turned to Lindsey.

'Look babe,' I said '167 people have viewed our ad and there are 15 replies, wow, look at this we have 6 private messages too!'

Lindsey giggled next to me, 'Oh wow, open the advert first and see what people have said,' she answered nervously.

'OK sweetheart, let's do that.'

My hands were shaking slightly and Lindsey was leaning forward, looking at the screen intently.

I clicked on our ad and there was our initial advert, detailing what we were looking for and Lindsey's pictures.

The first three replies were from guys in America, basically all saying how sexy Lindsey looked, one of the guys had posted a picture of his penis, it was fat, long and black, he also said and I quote 'Fuuuck, that is fine, I would love to fucking get up in that I need to mash that white pussy real good.'

I turned to Lindsey, 'See babe, I told you that they would like you.'

'Oh god.' Lindsey said, 'look how big he is?'

We continued through the replies, there were four replies from black guys in the UK, and replies from a couple of white guys, all were very complimentary about Lindsey, all wanted to see more of her pictures.

I asked Lindsey if we should post more images, but she wasn't keen, she said that there were enough for people to see and I agreed.

I turned to my wife.

'Let's check the private messages then babe.' 

Lindsey looked at me, 'God David, this is bloody exciting!'

'I know love, it is.' I replied.

I clicked on the link for the messages.

There were six in total.

I turned to my clearly excited wife.

'Our advert hasn't even been on for 24 hours yet babe' I said 'and we have six messages already, imagine how many we will have in a week?'

Lindsey looked at me with a look of shock in her eyes. 

'Bloody hell', she spluttered, 'I never thought of that.'

The first message was from a white guy in America, asking for more pictures of Lindsey and pictures of Lindsey taking a black cock.

I deleted it.

The next message was from a white couple in the UK, basically saying how attractive Lindsey was and that we would have no trouble finding someone suitable and to wish us luck, they also asked for pictures of Lindsey and the lucky guy doing the deed.

This was an angle that I hadn't really thought of.

I asked Lindsey, 'If this happens, would you let me take pictures or video you, with the guy I mean, you know, doing it?'

There was a pause, the silence dragged on; Lindsey was obviously thinking about it.

'I don't know babe, maybe,' Lindsey replied, 'I think that could be really sexy, but no-one else could ever see them, only us.'

I was flabbergasted, I expected her to definitely say no, but she seemed not to rule out the possibility that we could film and photo whatever happened.

Now, the remaining replies were interesting, three were from black UK based males and one reply from a white couple in London.

The white couple told us to beware of guys that are fakes and time wasters and wished us luck, they had been doing similar for four years and the wife had had multiple black lovers, even gang bangs, this made Lindsey's eyebrows raise!

We would bear in mind all that they said.

The three guys all made it abundantly clear that they would love to have sex with Lindsey, all had added photo's, Lindsey was obviously intrigued by the replies and what the guys had to say about her and themselves, all were flattering and really keen to meet up, two of them Lindsey dismissed as they were in their early twenties, I asked her why she didn't want to pursue those guys as they both seemed good.

'Why not those two?' I asked.

She replied, 'I would prefer it if they were over 30 really, we would have more in common and not be full of themselves like young guys are, we need someone who knows the meaning of discretion!'

I could only admire my wife's good sense, her reasoning was excellent and that was something I never really thought about.

Lindsey continued, 'If this happens, I mean if we really go ahead with everything, I would have to like someone and know them a bit if we were going to do this.'

'I never thought about that Lindsey, sorry.'

She laughed 'That's alright.'

The next guy was in his early forties and seemed suitable, but he lived in Manchester which seemed a bit far, but he did intimate that he could and was willing to travel, he attached a picture of himself and Lindsey said that he was a possible.

Over the next week, we continually checked our advert and private messages, there was a lot of interest in my wife, more than I thought possible, Lindsey particularly liked the look of a black guy in Atlanta in America, he was incredibly well endowed, and obviously very fit, Lindsey and I replied to him and told him it was a shame that he was not in the UK as Lindsey really liked the look of him, he was heavily tattooed and looked a bit mean, which Lindsey seemed to like and that surprised me.

He replied that should we ever get to the states, we should 'hook up and let me fucking bang that tight looking ass' as he put it. Lindsey seemed very keen, although not with the 'ass banging.'

We started making a shortlist of guys, after some weeding, weighing each one up; we ended up with seven in total from a possible thirteen!

I have to add, that Lindsey had made all of the choices.

The youngest was 28 and the oldest 44, all lived within 100 miles of where we lived, as this would make meeting easier if we decided to go through with it all.

We emailed all of them and asked them to send a brief bio of themselves and a selection of pictures.

This was a very exciting time, both for Lindsey and I, things were progressing and Lindsey was really getting into the selection process, it was like an audition, an interview, but with the prize being my pretty wife.

Only four guys bothered replying to us out of the seven with what we had requested.

We discussed all the guys repeatedly, this was pretty weird if truth be told, discussing the pros and cons of four black guys who were angling, competing even to have sex with my pretty wife.

I must stress at this point, I made it clear to Lindsey that she would have the final choice, as she would be the one doing this obviously. At any time she could pull the plug and we would not do anything, but truthfully, it was too far progressed, it was a subject, that when we were in private, was pretty much all we talked about.

It was strange, the whole situation, we had never been into any kind of swinging, wife swapping, sex clubs or anything remotely related to the aforementioned pastimes, we were just a pretty ordinary couple with a normal sex-life, but all of the previous incidents had brought us to this critical juncture.

On Halloween night, Lindsey and I sat down at my laptop, both side by side on the sofa.

Approximately five weeks had passed since we had placed our ad online.

We were looking at our advert and all of the messages that we had received, Lindsey was revelling in some of the flattering and some of the rude and sexual comments.

Lindsey looked across at me.

'David' she said, 'I think that I have picked. I mean, I think that I have decided who I would like to meet.'

My heart was beating in my chest, 'Really' I replied. 

I looked at her, she seemed really perturbed.

The silence stretched out for what seemed like an eternity.

'Well, who is it?' I asked.

'It's Marc.' She replied.

'He seems the nicest I think babe.' She looked at my face searching for some kind of answer to a question, seeking my approval.

Her eyes looking deeply into mine, 'Do you think that's alright?' She asked.

'Lindsey, that's great, and look, the choice is yours totally.' I told her.

To be honest, my heart leapt in my chest when she mentioned Marc, he would not have been my choice as I felt a little bit threatened by him, he lived in NW London, was single and 37 years old, he was educated, solvent and incidentally, out of the seven guys on our shortlist he was the most well endowed.

Marc sent us a very witty bio, explaining to us that he had had several encounters with married white couples, so was experienced and understood how we were feeling, the level of apprehension that we were bound to be experiencing, telling us how important it was not to rush into anything.

He was also really complimentary about Lindsey, telling us both that she was incredibly attractive, how excited she made him, how he would love to meet her, nothing smutty at this stage, and not forcing the issue.

Then, the crux of the matter, his pictures, Marc sent us three pictures, one picture he was clothed and smiling, the next bare chested, he obviously was very, very fit and looked strong, standing at approximately 6'1 and weighing around 13 stone, the final picture was of Marc's penis, to be honest, when I first looked at his pictures with Lindsey, I heard her take a sharp breath when the pictures opened up.

'Oh my, David, this guy's thing looks massive.' Lindsey squeaked.

Lindsey was correct, the picture showing Marc's penis was flaccid and he looked huge, to be honest, his penis, not that I was any expert, was incredibly ugly looking, it was fat, looked longer than me when I was fully erect and heavily veined with a large bulbous circumcised head, hanging below were a set of heavy pendulous balls in a shorn scrotum, he was bereft of pubic hair.

I have to admit, he cut an impressive figure and I was secretly hoping that she would not pick him, he made me feel a little bit inferior as he was pretty masculine looking, muscular and very well endowed, however, we were too far down the road now to go back, plus, at this stage, there was no guarantee that Lindsey would pick him anyway, as the other guys were equally impressive, but not in the size department. 




Dark Descent Ch. 02



Lindsey continued, 'David, I think I would like it to be him, he seems, well, I don't know, the nicest and, plus he has done this before.'

I replied, 'OK love, let's reply to him then and see if we can arrange a meeting.'

'When shall we arrange it David?' Lindsey asked.

She seemed really keen and was almost squirming as she sat next to me, I could hear her breathing, slightly increased in level from a few moments ago, it was abundantly clear that she found this masculine, well endowed black man incredibly attractive, coupled with the fact, that if all went well, he would be the one who would make love to her.

I kept thinking about his penis, it was massive compared to mine, on his message, he intimated that he was almost ten inches in length and it was plain to see that his girth was huge and in proportion to his length, how would my slim petite wife handle such a black monster?

To be honest, the thought of him and Lindsey making love absolutely terrified and aroused me in equal measure, I really wanted this to happen, the fantasy was now spilling over into new territory, things were starting to happen, contact had been made with the most likely suitor, he had seen Lindsey's suggestive images, he in turn had replied with his own equally suggestive and erotic pictures.

He clearly wanted Lindsey, and from Lindsey's reaction, that thought and desire was most definitely reciprocated.

'Shall we send him a message then?' I suggested.

'Yes, let's do that David, I'm so excited, but bloody nervous.' Lindsey continued.

'I mean, I would like to just meet him first, you know? To see what he is like.'

I answered, 'that makes the most sense, look, you may meet him and not really like him.'

That's what I was kind of hoping, but deep down, I knew, from Lindsey's reaction, that she fancied him and all going well, he would be having sex with my gorgeous wife.

It took ten minutes, but we replied to Marc, basically thanking him for taking the trouble for replying and sending his pictures, which Lindsey really liked, she wanted to reiterate, that we were totally new to this kind of thing and wished to progress slowly and at the pace Lindsey set.

We added that we were free most weekends and could travel to London or a place near him as we were roughly an hour from him and for him to get back to us if that was suitable.

'David.' Lindsey said quietly.

'Shall we send Marc some more of those naughty pictures you took of me?'

I was pretty surprised to say the least.

'Okay babe, if you really want to.' I replied.

'Yes, I think that we should, can I pick the ones to send?' Lindsey asked.

'Wow, yes, of course.' I stammered.

This was surprising, Lindsey was obviously really keen on this guy, especially to be so forward, which was most unlike her, my heart was hammering in my chest.

We open up the file on my laptop containing the images that I had taken of Lindsey prior to placing our advert.

My wife browsed through them and selected seven pictures; each one was really sexy, Lindsey posing in her expensive black French underwear, various poses being struck, all showing off her lithe and sexy frame.

We attached the images to the message and Lindsey requested that we add a post script saying; 'a few more pictures of Lindsey for you to enjoy, I hope that you like them!'

We sent the message and added an email address that we had created for this purpose.

Lindsey turned to look at me.

'David, I'm so wet right now, please let's go upstairs.'

I needed no second invitation.

Lindsey and I made love furiously, her eyes were screwed shut and her body was bucking and writhing below me, she was moaning loudly as I entered her sodden pussy.

Quite plainly, it was not me she was thinking of, her breathing heavy, eyes screwed shut, thighs clamped around my waist, obviously I came far too quickly for my own and Lindsey's sake, this was becoming too much of a regular occurrence, but I just couldn't help it, I was operating on a permanent sexual hair trigger.

The next morning, I woke early and checked the email address on my iphone and sure enough, there was a reply from Marc.

I reached over and shook Lindsey.

"Linds." I spoke softly, "Marc has replied."

Her eyes snapped open straight away and she rolled over and looked at me.

"What does he say?"

I opened the email.

For the sake of brevity I will summarise his email.

Marc was delighted that we had got back in touch and was particularly delighted that more of Lindsey's photos were attached, as he could see her face, he was plainly thrilled and reiterated about four times how hot Lindsey was, how excited she made him and how much he was looking forward to meeting us both.

He did explain that we should take our time and he was happy to fit in around us, should we decide to meet up.

This was all sounding great and he was being eminently reasonable which obviously we both couldn't fault on any level.

This was getting exciting for us both.

Over the next four days, numerous emails were swapped, just various types of getting to know you type chat, lots of background stuff, again, Marc was very open.

Obviously, being new to this, we were slightly cagier and less open, just kind of feeling our way around the situation.

At the end of that week, Marc requested very politely, that we should meet up in London, for a coffee and a chat when it was convenient for us.

This was a massive moment; obviously, we knew this moment was going to come sooner or later, but when it was out there, the actual moment when we agreed to meet someone, someone, who more than likely was going to have sex with my pretty wife, was pretty daunting.

Lindsey and I chatted about it; we emailed Marc back straight away, informing him that we could come over the following Saturday afternoon.

Marc replied and suggested we meet near Hounslow as it was convenient for us to get to and he could just drive there, he suggested two in the afternoon and named a bar/restaurant where we could meet, he informed us that it was relatively quiet.

I checked the bar website and its location, I informed Marc that it looked great, Lindsey was really excited and was babbling on, I could tell that she was nervous as hell however and so was I.

The next week dragged, a few brief emails were exchanged with Marc just tightening up details, he suggested that we didn't contact each other from now until Saturday when we met, and he explained that it was probably best as it was to give us time to think about if we wanted to really meet. Again, great advice, this guy was obviously a bit experienced at this and clearly, no matter how much I felt threatened by him, Lindsey had chosen well.

We talked of little else that week, Lindsey was getting progressively more nervous as the week went on, and she seemed pretty restless.

I did my best to calm her down.

"Lindsey, you don't have to do anything on Saturday you know?"

"We are only seeing if you like him...We know he clearly likes you, we just need to see if it's mutual."

I continued.

"So try and just relax babe."

Lindsey flashed a small nervous smile.

"I know babe, but this is all so new."

This conversation continued many times over the coming days, at work I could think of nothing but the impending meeting at 2 pm on Saturday afternoon.

Saturday finally arrived, we were pretty quiet on that autumn morning, and we were just looking at each other a lot and talking of anything else about what was happening later that day.

At around 11, Lindsey went upstairs to get ready, I was dressed and showered and waited downstairs for Lindsey.

She seemed to take ages, but a little before 12, I heard her coming out of the bedroom and coming down the stairs, the living room door opened and my stunning wife stood before me.

She was wearing one of my favourite outfits, not dressy, but very flattering, she was wearing skin tight grey suede leggings and brown calf length boots, the leggings were skin tight and really accentuated her figure, her tight buttocks, a small gap between her thighs, slightly raised at her pussy mound, her boots hugging her shapely legs, this was all topped off with a fur type gilet body warmer, she looked stunning, her dark glossy hair beautifully bobbed and glossy.

"Wow Linds...you are gorgeous."

She smiled shyly, "Thanks babe, are you sure I look alright?"

"Are you kidding? You look stunning."

We didn't say anything else; we got into the car and drove to the train station in silence.

We parked the car and soon enough, the train arrived and we were sat in our seats, things were happening quickly now, after the waiting game that we played all week, 2pm was rushing towards us.

The train arrived and we took a taxi to the bar, it was five minutes to two, we were stood outside, Lindsey was clutching my arm.

I looked at her, my nerves were jangling, and I could feel her shaking a bit.

'Well, babe, shall we go in?'

Lindsey just nodded quickly and we both stepped forward and through the door.

The place was pretty busy which was good, a football show was on in the bar area, there were a few guys dotted about and there a few families dotted about.

I scanned the bar area looking for Marc.

I heard Lindsey sharply breathe in and felt her stiffen against me, immediately I could see why, she had spotted him sat in a small alcove, fiddling with his phone.

At that moment he looked up and saw us, he smiled straight at us, he looked briefly at me but then his gaze was locked firmly on Lindsey, his eyebrows raised up, clearly in surprise, he obviously liked what he saw and he wasn't the only guy looking at her.

I turned to look at Lindsey; she was looking at the floor and was blushing furiously.

I took her hand and we walked over to where Marc was sat, so this was it, my wife clearly terrified, was about to sit down at a table with a muscular black male, who very possibly was going to fuck her.

Marc stood up, smiled and extended his hand.

He was tall and very broad, a much more physically impressive man in the flesh, he was well muscled, unlike myself.

He grasped my hand and his hand, in comparison was very large and his grip, when we shook hands was hard, maybe a bit too hard, a subtle message being sent.

'Dave, at last, its great to meet you.' His voice was quite deep.

I stammered a reply. I was pretty tongue tied.

His welcome to Lindsey was completely different.

He moved around the table and very gently took her hand in his, the size difference between them both was striking, as was the colour contrast, my slim wife, size 8, very slim and petite, made to look even more so against this hulking black specimen of manhood.

He looked like he could crush her.

'Lindsey.' He spoke very gently 'I am so glad to finally meet you, and I have to say, it's been worth the wait.'

His eyes were drinking her in, his dark nostrils flared as he inhaled her subtle perfume, still with his hand in hers; he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

She made no move to stop him; she was like a rabbit in the headlights.

He continued.

'Seriously, your pictures do you know justice at all.'

This snapped Lindsey out of her trance, obviously at this moment, she had not remembered that this black guy had seen Lindsey in all her glory, not naked, but near as damn it, in all her lingerie pictures, legs spread, arse pointed to the sky, the full range of shots.

She went an even deeper shade of red.

He pointed to the chairs opposite him.

'Please sit down, do you both want a drink?'

Lindsey asked for a white wine and I plumped for a beer.

Marc caught the attention of the waitress and ordered, the drinks arrived mercifully swiftly and as we waited for them Marc asked us about our journey and we made general chit chat.

After about fifteen minutes, Lindsey had said very little, clearly very nervous, Marc and I did much of the talking, we all knew why we were there and we were dancing around the subject.

Marc took command.

'So guys.' He began; I have to ask, 'what started all of this off?'

'You know, what has led you here to this point?'

He asked with raised eyebrows, staring straight at Lindsey, she remained quiet and was looking down at her drink fiddling with the stem of her wine glass.

Obviously she wasn't comfortable with saying anything, so I told Marc briefly about what had happened in Crete in the nightclub with the two black men and Lindsey's reaction to the whole event, then the aftermath and what was said as we made love in the hotel.

All the while Marc was staring at Lindsey.

'Did you like what happened Lindsey? In the club?' he asked quietly and pointedly.

Lindsey was looking down at her glass and nodded and said very quietly 'Yes...Yes I did.'

Marc replied, 'That's great Lindsey, I can see why those guys liked you as you are stunning.'

'I would have been the same in the same situation.' He continued.

Lindsey was still looking down at her glass.

'What did you like about it Lindsey?' Again he was staring straight at her.

There was a small pause before Lindsey said anything.

'It just felt a bit rude, you know because I could feel their things against me.'

'What did you like feeling about that Lindsey?' Marc enquired.

This was pretty groundbreaking, it was the most Lindsey had said and here she was explaining to a black guy what had happened to kick this whole situation off.

My heart was beating.

Lindsey carried on.

'You know, just that they felt so big and so hard against me.'

'Were they the biggest you have ever felt? Bigger than David?'

Lindsey answered, 'Yes.'

Marc didn't ask anything else about that to Lindsey, he had had confirmation that Lindsey liked the feeling of a black cock against her, this had made her aroused and fuelled fantasies, fantasies that had now come to a new juncture, fantasies that me, her husband had actively encouraged and nurtured.

Marc explained to us that he had done this before with other white couples, it was actually more popular than we realised, and some clubs actually catered for it, several of his circle of friends were also involved in the scene, this made Lindsey sit up a bit. Neither she nor I was aware that there was a 'scene'; so to speak.

Marc explained that it was a common fantasy that he had heard of from all of the couples he had been with, about the husband wanting to watch his wife with a black guy, he also said, that Lindsey was the hottest wife he had ever seen, this made Lindsey blush again.

Marc went to the toilet and I asked Lindsey what she thought.

'Well, Linds? What do you think?'

She looked straight at me.

'I like him babe, he seems really nice.'

I had butterflies in my stomach.

'Do you want to see him again then?'

She answered straight away, 'yes, yes I think so.'

'Ok babe, we will see what he says when he comes back?'

Lindsey just nodded.

We didn't have to ask Marc, when he came back he pre-empted the question.

'Lindsey, Dave,' he started looking straight at Lindsey.

'I have loved meeting you both, Lindsey, you are gorgeous, your husband is a very lucky man, and I would love to see you again, maybe see where that takes us?' The implication of that statement obvious and unsaid.

'But there is no pressure, if you don't want to, that's OK, as this is a big step.'

Lindsey looked straight up at him as he said this; she clearly wanted to see him again. I could tell.

Marc went on, 'So take some time and think about it and email me when you decide what you want to do, OK?'

Lindsey nodded quickly and I said that we would, Marc again shook my hand with his strong grip, then he kissed Lindsey on the cheek but this time both his hands were on her waist as he did it, to see that, I could feel myself starting to get aroused and that was just a peck on the cheek.

He said his goodbyes and left through the restaurant doors quickly.

It was nearly time to get the train back home again so Lindsey and I took a cab to the station.

The platform and the train were both very busy with lots of people coming back from London shopping trips, so there was no chance to really discuss the afternoon.

Lindsey spent most of the time staring out of the window looking very pensive, sometimes I caught her glancing at me, I spent most of the time staring at her, trying to think what she was thinking, during the meeting, sat opposite Marc, I couldn't get the thought out of my mind that this guy was probably the one to do the deed, the one Lindsey had chosen.

My imagination was running riot, imagining all sorts of sexual scenarios, trying to guess how this would all work out? What would it be like? Seeing my wife in his muscular black arms? Seeing him fuck her? What would it be like and how would Lindsey and even I react?

We got into our car at the station, I blew out my cheeks.

'Well, what a day, that was pretty hard at first wasn't it Linds? But it got easier towards the end eh?'

'Yes, David, it did, it was hard at first as you say, but I felt much better towards the end.'

I was so relieved, and by the looks of things so was Lindsey, the ice had been broken.

We arrived home to our dark house shortly after, Lindsey went into the kitchen and put a pizza in the oven, I turned on the heating, the TV and cracked open a bottle of wine.

Over the pizza we discussed how we both felt, the emotions were obviously complex and we tried to discuss how we both felt and if we should take it forward to what was undoubtedly a complete new and unknown level.

'Linds, it really is in your hands, if you want to do this, then great, look, I'm happy for you to do it, you know that, but if you want to change your mind then that's great too!'

I was trying to be as fair, supportive and well balanced as I could, and I continued.

What I said I wasn't really comfortable saying.

'Babe, Marc seems a great guy, pretty reliable and steady, he doesn't seem a fool and we know he ticks all of the boxes.'

Lindsey was nodding as I said all this and what she said next surprised me.

'I know all of that Dave, and I'm glad for you to say it, but I don't feel as though I'm under any pressure at all from you, or from Marc.'

Lindsey leaned forward and reached for her glass of wine, she took a sip and looked at me. '

'Babe, this has gone too far now for me to pull back, I want to do this, I need to do this I think and I really liked Marc, he seemed attentive and nice didn't you think?'

He certainly did and he was obviously attracted to Lindsey, but I knew he would be as she is so sweet and sexy.

He also was over 6 feet tall, masculine, attractive and was sporting a huge black penis.

We sent Marc another email thanking him for meeting us and suggesting that we were very keen to meet up again, possibly the next weekend.

Within ten minutes Marc had replied, he was delighted about meeting us earlier that day, and was particularly complimentary about Lindsey, informing us that without doubt, he was attracted to her and was really very keen for things to progress.

He suggested we meet the next Saturday in central London at around 6 in the evening and that maybe we could visit a few bars and see what happened, but again, was keen to stress that there was no pressure at all Lindsey to do anything that she wasn't comfortable or ready with.

We sent our reply confirming for the meeting the following week and again, he emailed straight back to tell us he would not be in touch again that week so we could think about things, he really was very reasonable and clearly identified that Lindsey was very nervous, but I could tell that he knew she would be worth the wait.

That night we went to bed and we made love, it was pretty tender at first, again, Lindsey was very wet.




Dark Descent Ch. 02



'Linds, do you think you will let him make love to you?'

'Ohhh, yes babe, yes I do, he was attractive and he looked so big and strong.'

Lindsey sighed, her moth slightly open, her hips beginning to buck beneath me, thrusting up against me.

'Ohhhh, fuck yes babe, yes I would like it now fuck me Dave as hard as you can.'

I started to thrust into her, the familiar pressure building inside me and I started to come, again, this was too quick for Lindsey's liking.

'Noooo, not yet, not yet, I need you to fuck me.' She wailed.

She was clearly dissatisfied with my performance, but I just couldn't help it, I mean, my wife is stunning, slim and sexy and I would defy and man, in a similar situation that I had been in, to show adequate restraint when their wife is clearly talking about fucking a huge black guy as you are having sex.

Again, the next week dragged, we never had sex again that week and I spent the week in a masturbatory whirl, every waking moment was consumed with thoughts of Lindsey and Marc and what was bound to happen. 

Saturday came and again Lindsey looked terrific, this time she had on a cream dress with matching shoes, really figure hugging. Very flattering, hair and makeup faultless, her bum looked magnificent as it wobbled in front of me as we walked up the train station steps; a few young guys were also heading into London for the night and made no secret of how attractive they found Lindsey.

We were both not as nervous this time and were quite relaxed and chatty as we headed into London, Lindsey was clearly looking forward to the night and the meeting with Marc.

We had a table seat to ourselves.

'Do you think Marc will think I look nice tonight David?'

I replied, 'Babe, as usual you are stunning, he clearly fancies the pants off you!'

Lindsey just giggled.

We arrived in Covent Garden and met Marc pretty much straight away in the bar he suggested, it was pretty busy as we manoeuvred our way through the throng.

Marc shook my hand very firmly again and kissed Lindsey on both cheeks again, true to form she blushed furiously, we, the three of us just looked like a group of friends to the outside observer, but we all knew we had another purpose.

We found a booth towards the back where a group were just leaving and we gratefully grabbed the seats.

Marc went straight to the bar and got the drinks as Lindsey and I sat down and looked around.

He soon returned and we all sat down together chatting, Lindsey was a bit more talkative this time, but not much, Marc was doing his best to include Lindsey and get her to open up a bit, it was getting slightly better after a few more drinks.

Marc was wearing an expensive shirt and jeans, he looked really good and had the confidence to know it, his teeth were white and straight and he carried himself well, he drew a few admiring glasses from a few other women.

Lindsey excused herself and went to the bathroom, it was the first time I had been alone with Marc.

He looked at me and said.

'Dave, Lindsey is so attractive, you are lucky my man, you really are.'

He carried on.

'Look, this is a big step, but I guarantee you that she won't be disappointed and I will treat her properly, hopefully, you won't be disappointed either, as it can be quite distressing for some guys to see it you know?'

'I think I know what to expect Marc and I'm pretty happy as I really want to see this.' I countered.

'Ok Dave, as long as you know, as it can be pretty weird for some guys, they think they want to see it and when it happens, they hate it, I'm just warning you, you know that sometimes this can happen.'

To be honest, although I felt threatened by his overall masculinity, this guy was actually a gent and was being really upfront about the whole situation.

He then asked how Lindsey really felt about this, again he explained that sometimes wives have pulled back at the last minute, again thinking they wanted what was happening, but the reality can sometimes be very different.

Lindsey returned from the ladies room and squeezed in next to me, we had a few more drinks and then headed to another bar, everything was very proper and Marc didn't even discuss sex, he also hadn't touched Lindsey once, again, he was incredibly receptive to Lindsey's nerves.

Our last train was at 11pm and at around ten thirty Lindsey was looking at her watch.

'I think we need to go babe.' She said over the music, 'but I just need to go to the toilet before we go OK?'

I told her this was fine.

Marc leaned over the round table we were sat at.

'Dave, I really want Lindsey.' His dark eyes were boring into mine.

'She's stunning mate and I would really love to fuck her.'

'Can you do something for me?' He asked.

I replied, not knowing what was coming, 'Don't have sex this week with her, can you do that?'

'Yes,' I answered, 'Sure'.

'I'm asking this Dave as I think she is close and if you don't have sex, she will, shall we say be more receptive about taking this forward, after all, she's a woman with needs and she is a fucking sex bomb mate.'

This was the first time he had said anything like this, just as he had finished saying it Lindsey was back.

I just looked across at Marc and he gave me a half smile. And he raised his eyebrows in a knowing way.

'So, I guess that you guys are off for your train then?'

We started to say our goodbyes again; Marc again sought out my hand and squeezed it hard.

He then pulled Lindsey towards him, one hand on her shoulder and he whispered something into her ear, then he kissed both of her cheeks.

We headed for the station and got on our train home, Lindsey didn't really say that much on the train and went to sleep pretty much immediately, she slept fitfully though as I watched her in the gloom of the carriage.

We arrived home at around one thirty in the morning, both tired, Lindsey undressed and went into the shower, leaving her clothes on the bedroom floor, I tidied them away, placing them in the washing basket, on impulse, I picked up Lindsey's tiny lace panties, they were soaked at the crotch, clearly showing evidence of her arousal.

When she came back I was in bed, she crawled in beside me.

'What did you and Marc talk about while I was in the bathroom?' she asked.

I replied hesitantly. 'He asked me to do something for him this week.'

Lindsey raised her eyebrow as if indicating that I should continue, so I did.

'Marc basically said that he is really looking forward to fucking you, he thinks that you are stunning, he asked something else though.'

Lindsey was looking at me, her dark hair falling across her forehead and onto her cheek.

'He asked me not to have sex with you this week,' I continued, 'He thinks that will make you more receptive to him when we meet again.'

'Why would he think that?' She asked.

'He clearly wants you Lindsey, and I really think that you want him.'

Lindsey smiled, 'I do want him, I think about him fucking me David, I think about how it will feel with him taking me, feeling how big his thing inside me.'

Even now Lindsey was prudish with some of the things she said.

I turned to her, 'What did Marc ask you, you know, when he whispered something in your ear?'

Lindsey blushed. 'He asked me, well no, he told me that he wanted me to shave my pussy for him.'

'Really?' I blurted.

'Yes, and I already have, I did it in the shower just now.' 

'What?' 'All of it?'

"Yes,' Lindsey replied, 'All of it.' Would you like to touch it?'

Immediately my hand went beneath the duvet and found Lindsey with her legs open, I stroked between her wide open thighs, she was utterly smooth and soaking wet, I dipped a finger into her pussy, her clitoris was swollen, she moaned and turned to me, 'No David, remember what Marc said. No sex for you!'

I lived in a frenzy of masturbation for the next 6 days.

Arrangements were made on the Wednesday with Marc, we were meeting him in central London on the Saturday evening, originally for drinks, in mid afternoon, but unbeknown to Lindsey, I booked a hotel in London close to where we were to meet, a nice hotel, with a suite consisting of a lounge and well appointed room with bathroom, it was quite expensive, but I thought, what the hell!

Lindsey was ready as was I, she was wearing her black ankle boots and a short grey figure hugging dress, she looked stunning as usual, so pretty and elegant, I didn't know what underwear she had on, she had been quite strict with showing herself to me in the previous days as I was in such a whirl, continuously watching porn and wanking furiously.

We met Marc as arranged, at around 3 in the afternoon, it was raining outside and we found a very lively bar, we all went inside and found a bench seat, the afternoon passed in a whirl of drinks, Lindsey I noted wasn't hungry, I offered her something to eat as I didn't want to get her too drunk, but she was clearly enjoying herself, she was acting quite coquettishly towards Marc, flicking her hair and touching his arm, he in turn was looking at her through dark lust filled eyes, you could tell, just by looking at him that he desired her, he wanted her badly, his nostrils would flare at the scent of her perfume and her hair, I could only imagine what he was feeling towards my pretty young white wife.

We visited several more bars and by around 8:30, Lindsey was quite merrily drunk, Marc on the other hand wasn't drinking that much, but he was still having a good time, making Lindsey giggle.

In the final bar, I turned around to both Marc and Lindsey.

'Hey guys, its time to go.'

They both looked at me.

Marc looked at his watch.

'It's only 9 o'clock Dave, it's still early.' 

Lindsey was looking at me quizzically.

'No, we are not going home, I've booked a hotel, it's only a cab ride away, we will be there in a few minutes.' This was the final time in that eventful night that I was in charge of anything, from that moment, Marc took over.

Lindsey looked at me open mouthed, she started to speak , but Dave, but...' Then she was silent.

With that Marc drained his drink and we all stood up, Lindsey last, Marc kind of pulled her up by the hand, she seemed a bit dazed and she seemed to have instantly sobered up.

We walked outside and Marc hailed a taxi.

We piled into the taxi, Marc let Lindsey in first, we both looked at her pert bottom in her short tight grey dress, clinging to the shape of her buttocks, the faint shape of her panties visible. He looked at me and kind of smirked and grinned at the same time, the look kind of said. 'She is mine, I'm having this one.' It was kind of an arrogant look and it unnerved me.

Marc followed her in, sitting next to her.

I sat in a pull down seat behind the driver and gave the name of the hotel, we sped away from the kerb.

Lindsey, with the hulking presence of Marc next to her looked tiny and shocked, I could actually see that she was trembling and it wasn't from the cold, the realisation was now upon her, that after all of the times we discussed this, it was actually happening.

Marc looked me directly in the eye and placed his hand on Lindsey's knee, she almost jumped, but didn't make a move to stop him, all the while Marc had his eyes on me, he started running his thick black fingers up and down her leg, from her knee to her thigh, all the while not taking his eyes from me. 

We stopped at a set of traffic lights, a queue of traffic in front of us, Marc, his hand on Lindsey's knee, placed the palm of his hand between her knees and slowly opened Lindsey's legs, she tried to resist initially, but obviously he was too strong, her short dress had ridden up and her tanned firm thighs fell apart, her legs wide, displaying her panties, Marc's hand holding them open, displaying my own wife to me, showing her to me, supplicant to him. Both of us.

Lindsey was breathing rapidly, I could tell that she was turned on, I could see her breasts rising and falling quickly, Marc's fingers playing along her thigh, his huge hand holding her legs open for me to see her tiny black panties framed by her slim thighs and I'm almost sure for the taxi driver too, no words were being said and the sexual tension was almost tangible.

We arrived mercifully quickly at the hotel, Marc exited with Lindsey, and stood at the foyer as I paid the taxi driver at the kerbside.

The taxi driver looked at me with a smirk, he had clearly seen the show in the back of his cab, leaving him in no doubt as to the reason we are heading into this hotel.

I looked at my beautiful wife, stood next to this impressive looking black man outside the hotel.

'Well Dave,' said Marc 'You better check us in.'

He had his large hand at the small of Lindsey's back and ushered her inside out of the drizzle.

Luckily, the reception area was busy and Marc led Lindsey and stood near the elevators, she was like a rabbit in the headlights.

I checked in and swiftly and met them at the elevator, there was an old couple waiting too and we all entered, I pressed the button for our floor as did the older couple, mercifully, they were out after one floor.

As soon as they left and the doors closed the situation changed entirely.

I was stood at the back wall, Lindsey at my side and Marc opposite me, in a flash, Marc pulled Lindsey towards him and pulled her into him and began to passionately kiss her, she responded immediately, her hands reaching up and encircling his neck.

She was making small moaning sounds, I could see that they were using their tongues, Marc's hands slid down Lindsey's waist, onto her hips and started massaging her tight buttocks through her dress, his hands were huge against her, it looked as though he could get her complete bottom in one hand, such were the size of them.

He was fondling her arse, squeezing each cheek in turn and pulling her into his groin, she in turn grinding against him.

The elevator gonged and Lindsey and Marc stepped apart, Lindsey was breathing heavily, her face was flushed red and I could see that her nipples were erect against the soft material of her dress.

Marc was stood still, a huge presence in the cramped elevator. I followed Lindsey's eye line, she was looking at the front of Marc's jeans where a huge bulge was clearly straining against the fabric of his jeans, extending to what seemed to be in line with his hip.

The doors slid open and I walked out first, Lindsey and Marc close behind me, we had to navigate two corridors until we arrived outside our room.

As I fumbled with the electronic key trying to get it to work I could see Marc's hand caressing Lindsey's arse, as he was doing this, two young couples walked past us all, as I tried in vain to get the electronic card to work, one of the young women could clearly see that Marc was fondling my wife's bottom, he made no effort to stop his caresses and looked straight at the young woman, she gasped and then giggled, nudging her friend to look, she did so, her eyes going wide, as they turned the corner we heard them burst out laughing, Lindsey's face was a picture of embarrassment, but Marc's a still mask. I in turn could feel the colour rise in my cheeks.

It was very clear to the two young women what was about to happen, a white couple, trying to get in to a room with a single, huge black man who had his hands all over her arse, I have often though about those two women, what they thought, whether they in turned fantasised about what they saw going on.

Finally the door clicked and the indicator light showed green, we were into the room.

I placed the key into the power receptacle and the lights came on in the large suite.

The room was well appointed, a large flat screen TV, a huge leather corner sofa, a table and a drinks bar, there was an adjoining bedroom and bathroom with shower.

Marc spoke. 'Dave, sort the lights out will you and while you're at it, why don't you fix us all some drinks.'

My heart was pounding, this was actually happening, I was in a hotel room with my beautiful young wife, along with a hulking black male, he was going to fuck her and fuck her well, god knows what he was going to do to her in my presence.

Lindsey was still kind of positioned in the hall area and as I put on the large pedestal lamp and extinguished the other lights, Marc pulled her forward into the centre of the lounge.

Lindsey was in his complete thrall.

He looked at Lindsey stood directly in front of him, he was huge in comparison to her, she has always been petite, but next to Marc's impressive frame she appeared to have shrunk, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently to her knees in front of him, his dark eyes seemed almost black in the lamplight.

Marc started to speak.

'Now Lindsey, we know why you are here,' he reached down and cupped her under the chin and lifted her face to look at him. 

'I am going to fuck you tonight and I am going to fuck you long and hard you will please me, as I will you.'

'Dave, fetch me a Jack Daniels, Lindsey, I want you to reach up and feel my cock.'

I was transfixed, I was shaking as I poured the drink, and passed it to Marc, as I looked over Lindsey's shoulders I could see her lifting her hand up and touching very slowly Marc's cock, she was stroking him through his jeans, tracing the thick length with her slim fingers.

'Thats good Lindsey, thats good, I want you to make me fully hard, undo my zip and buttons.'

Lindsey obeyed, drawing his zip down, the rasp as his zipper was pulled clearly audible and then fumbling with his buttons, Marc was playing this out, he was savouring this.

'Now Dave, I want you to pour yourself a drink and sit in that chair as you will want to watch this.'

I sat down, drink in my hand my cock threatening to burst out of my trousers.

Marc was unbuttoning his shirt, and kicking his shoes off, he pulled his shirt off to expose an incredibly muscular torso, he was very dark, chest muscles square, his six pack prominent, his skin shining, he must have spent a long time getting his body in such great shape, I felt utterly inadequate against this, he had the physique of a boxer, no fat on him at all, compared to my paunch.

He placed his thumbs into the waist band of his jeans and forced his jeans past the thick muscles of his bulging thighs.

He was wearing white boxer shorts and the bulge in them was huge.

He placed one huge hand on the back of my wife's head and pulled her face towards his expanding groin, Lindsey had her eyes closed and she started to cover the length of his cock with kisses through his underwear.

Marc was nodding slowly, groaning lightly.

After a minute or so he pulled Lindsey away.

'Lindsey, pull down my shorts and release my cock, its time for you to suck me.'

Lindsey reached up and touched his torso, running her hands over his washboard stomach, she was still fully clothed, her eyes were half closed, she looked consumed by lust, her skin flushed, her breathing raspy in her chest.

Her delicate hands slowly eased his tight shorts down lower and lower, suddenly Marc's cock sprang free from his underwear, Lindsey gasped, I was transfixed.

The photos Marc sent did him no justice, his penis was huge and very thick, he was shaved completely and his cock was as thick as a branch, standing proud from his black body, it was incredibly ugly, thick veins extended along and encircled the long thick shaft, it was topped by a huge bulbous tip like an overripe plum, shiny and glistening in the light, this massive phallus was twitching in time with Marc's pulse, below the shaft hung the most huge balls as I have ever seen, they were like something from a horse.

I was not as shocked as Lindsey, her mouth agape, silently she reached up and touched his cock with her fingers, it was as if she was in another place, she was utterly unaware that I was in the room, she attempted to encircle his member with her fingers but was unable to, she slowly started to pump his cock backwards and forwards all the while looking at it, her eyes never leaving it.