Well, What Would You Have Said If You Were Me?

I could have died, this club was fifty miles from our home, and surely nobody knows me here! I turned around and I couldn’t believe it. It was Clive, a friend from London I had met many years ago when I lived there. I had fractured my ankle while working on a building site. He was a West Indian Physiotherapist at my local hospital, and became my physio for ten weeks after. We had got on so well we actually had been out for a drink a few times after my treatment. He was a great guy, but I lost touch when I left London to work abroad for a couple of years.

I know it sounds funny, but there was no embarrassment on either side. We just started talking about old times, forgetting where we were and that he was only wearing a towel to cover up what looked like a very large cock.

“Are you going to introduce me then?” Clive asked with a smile.

I sort of blurted out, “Oh, it’s my wife.”

He replied, “Well I guessed that, and does the wife have a name?” and before I could say a word she held out her hand and said, “I’m Chrissie.”

Clive took it and leant forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, “Very nice.” She didn’t even blush as she said “You aren’t so bad yourself.”

Now I should point out that coming from North London, I had a lot of very good West Indian friends growing up in the 70s, but Chrissie had grown up in a small, provincial Northern town and I know for a fact she had never met or spoken to a West Indian guy before, let alone a confident half-naked one from London.

Clive asked if we had been before and we both shook our heads.

“How about you?” I asked.

”I come here once a month on the Caribbean party night. They hold it on the last Friday of every month; it’s mainly for white couples and women who like the occasional Black Guy experience and of course black guys who want some white pussy.”

“Oh, as it’s our first time we didn’t realise, but that’s cool by me. Not sure about Chrissie though,” I told him as I suddenly realised what it was that had Chrissie so transfixed. Of course I hadn’t noticed it, with being from London, but at least thirty per cent of the guys in the club were black.

Clive said, “So you don’t really know how it works here then.”

”Not really, mate.”

“Well are you here to play or watch?”

Immediately Chrissie jumped in, “Oh, we are here to play all right.”

Clive turned to me. “Do you fancy coming to a private room for a bit?”

I could feel the goose bumps all over me. I was nervous, excited, scared, but more noticeably I had a hard on that I couldn’t hide.

Clive looked to Chrissie. ”Well, what do you think?”

She told him, “I think we should follow you.”
Clive winked at me and nodded. His hand brushed Chrissie’s arse as he directed us to follow him. She gave a sort of sigh as he took her hand to lead her through the crowd. We went upstairs and through some sort of dark corridor till we reached a large room. We all went in, and as Clive locked the door behind us you could feel the electricity in the air.

The room was warm, dimly lit, and had soft leather, double bed like benches on all sides of the room. There were mirrors on all the walls, from bench to ceiling, and large throw cushions. It was something like a tart’s boudoir and certainly felt as hot in there. I walked to the far side of the room and sat down. Chrissie watched me and waited till I sat then moved to the side of the room opposite me.

I felt for the first time since we met tonight that Clive was deliberately trying to put some personal space between myself and him. This was confirmed when, without any hesitation Clive went and sat next to Chrissie. He was a well-built guy, kept in trim, very muscular, and with a nice manner. I could see his cock start to rise and fall rhythmically under his towel as if it had just woken from a light sleep, the unmistakeable start of an erection. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.

Clives voice was smooth, low and calm as he said to Chrissie, ”Well, if Rick hasn’t told you, I work at a hospital, so it’s good that you are wearing a nurse’s outfit for me. Maybe I should help you loosen it off a bit so I can examine you better.”

Chrissie's cheeks flushed bright red at hearing Clives provocative words, she seemed unable to get any words out in reply.

At this point I was transfixed, speechless but incredibly turned on as I watched Clive slowly put one arm around Chrissie’ shoulder and the other brush over her breast to reach the zip on the front of her red PVC nurses outfit. He pulled the zip down gently and put his hand inside to massage her breast.

He gave me a slight glance as he did and I just smiled. Clive smiled for a second, knowing then that he had the green light from me and could now go ahead as he wanted, and more to the point, as Chrissie wanted, too.

Her hand had slowly reached across his knee and was on his now fully erect cock – it was straining under the towel he was still wearing. Clive now had unzipped her down to the waist and had one breast fully out, playing with her hard nipple. Chrissie started to stroke him eagerly through the towel her hands moving more and more confidently. Her breathing was getting heavier and face was flushed. She was murmuring something under her breath. I couldn’t hear it properly, but could pick out the odd word. Like cock… black…. Fucking… Gorgeous…

“Have you seen a black cock before?” Clive slowly whispered in her ear.

“No, I’ve never even met a black guy properly till now.”

“Is it something that turns you on, Chrissie?” Clive asked as he continued to caress her exposed breast..

“I’ve always thought about it,” she sighed as her hand now caressed his chest.

I was just transfixed by the scene now playing out before me.

“Well why don’t you take off my towel for me?”

She immediately pulled at it eagerly as he stood up to help her. It came away from his body and he stood in front of her, his back to me with his rock hard cock pointing towards her.

Clive turned his head to over where I was sitting and said, “Come over here my friend, I want you to be close and see what happens now.”

With my heart pumping and my cock starting to throb, I walked over and stood next to Clive and looked down. Without exaggeration his erect cock must have been nine inches long.

He said to me, “It won’t be long now before I put this inside Chrissie. Are you sure you are okay with this Rick? There’s no going back once I’m fucking her!”

Even though he asked me the question, I could see Chrissie nodding her head furiously and hungrily at me, imploring me with her sex crazed eyes to say yes.

‘Shall I make her suffer and say no?’ I cruelly thought for a split second.

“What the hell, fuck it - give the dirty slut what she wants,’ I thought to myself as I gestured towards Clive with a nod of my head.

“It’s all good mate, I feel great, you go ahead and start what you’ve wanted to do all night, Fuck her pussy long and hard and make sure you enjoy it”.

“Thanks for asking my friend but if she’s going to have a black cock, there’s no one I’d like more than you to initiate her into the brotherhood. There is one thing though, before you do fuck her.”

“What’s that? Ask me anything you like.”

“Well, is it true what they say that if a white woman goes black, there’s no going back?”

Clive laughed out loud. “No, don’t be stupid. It’s something we black guys say to scare white guys and get their wives going, A big cock is a big cock whatever the colour!”

“Nice one, Clive,” I laughed.

“Hey, but don’t you tell anyone will you. The brothers will kill me if they find out I told you.”

“Don’t worry, Clive, your secret’s safe with me. Now just give her what she wants, and needs by the looks of her.” I backed away and sat down again, watching intently as he began.to make his move towards his ultimate goal that night ? Fucking Chrissie !!

He leant down with one hand on each of her breasts and started to suck on her nipples. Chrissie let out a sort of cat call. ‘Wow!’ I thought, ‘I’ve never seen her like this.’ He lifted his head up and asked her to stand, which she immediately did. Clive then unzipped the rest of the outfit and it fell to the floor. Chrissie now stood there in just her red stilettos, white fishnet stockings, and small red G-string.

“Beautiful,” he said, then with one movement he placed his hand on the back of her head and she slowly sank to her knees before him.

He looked at her and laughingly said, “Doctor says open wide now, nurse.”

She leaned forward and put the end of his massive cock in her mouth. She licked it, sucked it - it was like she had been doing it all her life. He lifted his leg and put his right foot onto the bench to steady himself and give Chrissie better access to his cock, and her head went further down and she started to lick his big, jet black balls. She was totally in a different world.

In the meantime, he was massaging her tits and telling her what a dirty bitch she was, and how he would have to teach her a lesson for being so naughty. I could tell she was soaking wet.

He pulled her up and laid her on the bench. I thought he was going to fuck here there and then, but no. Clive pulled her legs up and pulled aside her red satin G-string but was careful to leave it on for now and started to lick her soaking pussy – soft, then hard, hard, then soft. Then he pulled his head back, slid three fingers easily into her pussy and rubbed really hard, switching from G-spot to clit and back again. All of a sudden she actually ejaculated and squirted what seemed like gallons of liquid. Up until now I was the only guy that had made Chrissie squirt or gush but now the floodgates were truly opened.

Chrissie was now gasping for breath but at the same time crying for more. Clive pulled her round so that her legs dangled over the side of the bench. He grabbed a leg under each arm and moved towards her with his cock. I saw her hands reach out to grab his tight arse to pull him in.

At that split second I knew this was it, the moment of no return. I felt incredibly horny – and angry, turned on, humiliated, scared, intensely sexy, and jealous – all at the same time. But I wanted it to happen, and there was nothing I could do now anyway. Clive leaned forward and put the head of his rod at her pussy entrance.

He turned to me and said, “Come over here, Rick, look at this.”

I walked across and I could see his impressive, dark black, smooth cut cock pressing at the entrance of her cunt. The amazing thing was that it was almost as if the pussy lips were moving around the helmet and trying to suck it in.

“OK Rick, this is it, I’m going to fuck her now. Last chance mate, are you still okay?“

“For Fucks sake, Clive, now’s not the time for talking! It’s so horny, do it, man just do it.”

“Yes, do it Clive. Just fuck me, please just put it in me. It’s up to me not him, I want it. Just give it to me,” shrieked my wife, legs open wide, pussy dripping wet, her eyes so wide and bright, pleading for it to happen.

“Tell me what you want then, like a good nurse should,” he said firmly.

“Clive…” she screamed.

He stopped her dead. “No, tell me you need my big black cock inside you.”

“Oh yes, I do, I need that big black cock inside me. Please put it in NOW!” Chrissie screamed.

He pushed slowly forward and I watched as his thick shaft started to disappear into her body. She rolled from side to side, pushing against him. Then with one big thrust he buried it in her right up to his balls.

I went back and sat down as he started to piston in and out of her. From where I was sitting I could see his balls slapping against her arse. I could see his face in the mirror opposite, the sweat beads on his brow dripping down onto her breasts mixing with her sweat; and I could see his hands gripping her legs at the knees, pushing them wide apart, his perfect black arse pushing in hard, then out, then back in slowly till she begged for it faster. His arse moved in again, he moved it around side to side. Round in a circular motion, and all the time he was saying,

“Tell me you want it, tell me you need it. Go on Chrissie, what do you want?”

The more he talked to her, the more she answered, the more turned on I was. I was incredibly horny and excited but strangely didn’t want to join in. it was their show, that’s what was doing it for me!!

“I fucking want it, I need it. Give it to me you black bastard.”

“Go on, tell Rick what you want.”

“I want Black Cock. Yes, okay, now give me what I want, it’s fucking amazing, yes, I Love it!”

All my senses were being assaulted from all sides. Chrissie wailed and swore, she screamed it was the best cock she ever had. He was clearly a skilled and experienced swordsman. He fucked her hard and fast, then soft and slow. He turned her over on her knees and took her from behind, then turned her back over so she could spread her legs wide for him to fill her aching pussy while he bit each of her hard nipples in turn, in time with each thrust of his rock hard black cock.

He lay behind her, maneuvering her onto her side, and then had her sit on his tool as she bounced up and down on his huge West Indian pole. Both positions were obviously so she could face me while she was being fucked and fucking him, and I could clearly see her face, and of course Clives as he grunted, sweated, and groaned to take her to black heaven and she begged for more. After what seemed ages he started to sweat, his face changed, and he got into a steady rhythm. I knew at that point he was preparing to come. Chrissie knew too, and was shouting, “Give it to me, give it to me!”

There I was, sitting with a raging hard on, feeling more turned on than I’d ever been turned on before, my quiet unadventurous wife being fucked into next week, not only by an old friend but a BLACK old friend. My mind was spinning between anger, jealousy, humiliation, regret, but that was all overridden by the amazing sexual high I was feeling watching them before me.

I stood up from the bench and walked over; they were totally oblivious to me now. They were so engrossed in their hard, animalistic fucking that I didn’t even exist. I hadn’t even thought till now whether Clive had a condom on. ‘Oh fuck, even though Chrissie’s baby making days are behind her the thought of gallons of black seed pumped into my wife’s pussy wasn’t something I had planned.’ But again at the same time, it crossed my mind that if he wasn’t wearing one then it must have been what she wanted, so that was a real turn on.