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Wife's Best Present Ever

WIFE'S BEST BIRTHDAY GIFT EVER: MY BLACK FRIEND

I wanted it to be the best gift ever, something she would never forget. I looked at jewelry, clothes, knickknacks, but she already had most of that. Finally, I asked her sister what she thought Claire would want most. "Give her Julian for a weekend," she said with a smile. "She'd love that."

Julian was my business partner. He was single, tall, handsome, and black. I had no idea that she had the hots for Julian. I had missed all the signs, although they were many. I also had no idea she wanted sex with another man. Call me naive, but I was clueless. Yes, we had talked swapping partners with other couples, but we had never gone through with it. I was oblivious enough to not see what was right in front of me. The fact that her sister knew was revealing, even somewhat disheartening. Clearly they had talked about it.

How would I pull off such a undertaking? "Here is your birthday present: sex with my partner for two days." Would she shrug it off as a joke, or be insulted? Or would she jump at the chance enthusiastically? Finally, out of desperation, I made my choice. I would talk to Julian, consider Sally's suggestion, and would offer her sex with Julian, if he was willing, for the weekend of her life. Of course he would be willing. He had bedded most of the single women in our company and many of the married ones I was sure.

When I proposed the idea to Julian he got a "you-too kind of smile. "You've been asked ...

... before?" I said. He just nodded. It was an "of course" kind of smile.

"White wives love black sex," he said with a what-could-be-more-obvious grin. "She has asked you?"

"Her sister suggested it," I said.

"Sally?" he said.

Surprised he knew Sally, I nodded. I wondered what it meant that he knew Sally.

Armed with Sally's idea, Julian's approval, my own lack of imagination, and a foreboding fear she'd be insulted by the idea, I sat down next to her on the bed. "Your birthday is coming up and I have been thinking of a gift that would be memorable," I said, just the way I'd practiced. "What I would like to give you is two nights at the Marriott."

She looked at me with excitement filling her face. I hesitated, afraid I was about to open a box of wrath. "With Julian. Just the two of you," I said. Her face went from happy to a ecstatic in seconds.

"You've been talking to Sally?" she asked with complete candor.

"Sally?" I said.

"She's the only one who knows," she said.

"So you would like that?" I said.

"You would do that? Give me two days with another man?" she asked incredulous. "You wouldn't mind?"

There was no indignation, no anger at being insulted, no hesitation at all. The expression on her face said she was thrilled by the prospect of spending two nights on me with my black business partner to do whatever carnal thing their horny hearts desired.

Clearly she and her sister had discussed it, talked about the possibility, savored the delicious ...