My Wife's Black Boyfriend

Hello friend,

I hope your day is going well. I received your email inquiry regarding my wife's black boyfriend, asking how we arrived at this place, and I just wanted to answer some of your questions. It has been quite a journey for sure, but getting there was definitely an enjoyable experience for both of us.

First off, I highly recommend that if your wife Tina does not have a black boyfriend yet, you really should help her pick one out, of course, the final decision on who she picks obviously needs to be hers. Does she have anyone on the short list yet? Giving her feedback on the ones you feel most comfortable with will help her make a decision.

My wife Connie has never been happier with hers, and it has added so much to our own relationship. I simply can't tell you how well this has worked out for her, for her boyfriend Jeremy, and for me as well.

I will start out by telling you how the three of us met. It started with an email that we received on one of the swinger sites we have a paid membership on called SwingPartners. Jeremy's online ID was BullNBed, which I thought was rather aggressive when I first saw it.

I was the one who logged in that day and when I saw that we had mail, I clicked on the mailbox icon to see what this black bull fellow had to say. I liked his initial message so much that I made a copy of it and saved it on the computer. Here is what it said.

Hello Robert and Connie

My name is Jeremy and I am new to this area although I am not new to this site. I have been in the lifestyle for many years. I hope this message finds both of you well.

Being new in the city, I wanted to begin making new friends and I came across your profile and liked what I saw. Connie, you are one of the most attractive women I have ever seen on this site and I would love to get to know you.

Your profile mentions that you occasionally enjoy meeting single males and, well I am single and I hope my profile generates some interest for you.

Although I have participated in threesomes with couples before, I prefer to enjoy a one on one time with the wife if possible. Robert, I hope this is something within your comfort and acceptability range.

Of course, many things happened before that email arrived in our inbox. Let me tell our story starting at the very beginning about how we arrived where we are today.

The first time we ever played, it was with one of Connie's friends from work. She had seen me a couple of times when I came to pick Connie up from work and well, I guess she must have liked what she saw because she started dropping hints to Connie. I'm still a little unsure of how subtle hints progressed to that evening when it was my thirtieth birthday.

I remember that period of time so well because for the first time, I wasn't seeing a young kid in the mirror when I shaved. What brought it home to me was that time about a year before when on a whim; I decided to let my beard grow out over the holidays when we spent two weeks visiting Connie's folks and mine. I'm one of those guys that started seeing a few gray hairs on his face at a young age. Believe me, that beard growth was gone a few minutes later. So far, the top hairs seem to be staying with me, no bald spots yet but I was beginning to sense that my hairline is on the move in a backward direction. My dad was bald at forty so, I worry about that a lot.

Connie called me at work that day and asked me if I'd stop by the bakery and pick up my cake. I remember thinking at the time that wasn't that something she was supposed to do for me? Well, I told her I would but I was a little miffed that she had asked me to and I suppose it came out in my voice. However, then she said, "Honey, I would have picked it up for you but I've been busy setting up your surprise."

Well, that made me feel better, after all, everyone likes surprises. I asked her, "What is it?" and she just replied, "You'll see."

So, try to imagine this if you can. I walked in carrying that cake and Connie tells me to wait in the living room while she heads down the hallway towards our bedroom, telling me that she is going to light the candles. I was supposed to come in to the bedroom when she called me after everything was setup. She said, "Your surprise will be ready for you in a few minutes, now don't peek!"

I sat down and lit up a cigarette but before I could finish half of it, I heard Connie calling my name and telling me to come in. I had no idea what delicious pleasures lay ahead of me that night. I walked down the hallway to the bedroom and opened the door. I had not expected that it was going to be totally dark inside the bedroom so I didn't flip on the hallway light, the only light was coming in was from the living room far down the hallway and the candles on the cake.

All I could see at first was the glow from the candles; all thirty of them, as they flickered and cast shadows in the room, and Connie sitting in the middle of the bed holding the cake and I could see that she was naked. That was when I realized it, that it was not my wife Connie sitting on the bed, holding that cake out before me.

As I realized that it was another woman, I heard Connie's voice coming from the back corner of the bedroom saying, "Robert, this is my friend Denise from work. She wants to help me give you your birthday present."

With Denise already naked, it was an easy leap for me to figure out what they had planned for me. The funny thing is that Connie and I had never even talked about any kind of open marriage or sex with others before that night. In fact, we had never really talked much about our experiences before we got married other than we both knew we had been with other people. So obviously, this was a real surprise to say the least.

If my teeth could glow, I would have illuminated the entire room with my smile. Everybody hears stories like this but I never thought it would happen to me. I walked over to the bed and blew out the candles, which was a mistake because that really made the room black inside. I took the cake from Denise, getting icing all over my fingers, as I took it from her and placed it on the dresser.

I tasted the icing on my hand as I walked back towards the bed and naked Denise, but I wasn't licking my lips because of the icing. I was definitely ready to taste my birthday present. I sat down beside her and she and I started kissing each other. It is so strange to meet a woman for the first time when she is naked. We stopped kissing briefly while she whispered, "Happy Birthday Robert," in my ear; even her voice aroused me, it was so sexy.

Of course, I was well aware that Connie was watching us, as I quickly pulled off my shirt and pants. I was already hard by the time I climbed back onto the bed. Funny, but if someone would have asked me if I would have been self-conscious to have someone watching me having sex, I'm sure I would have said that I probably wouldn't have been able to perform. You just never know do you?