How my wife became a BBC queen ! - Sex Stories

How my wife became a BBC queen !

... black and white couples on the floor (perhaps a few more adult rendezvous?) They were actually a stunning couple on that floor. Fran had a red dress that really showed off her petit figure and Jack looked like he was poured into that suit he was wearing. They danced several dances and Jack asked Fran and me if we wanted a drink. Fran said that she would take another coke and I told him that I would have another rum and coke. He also ordered a plain coke. Crap. Neither of them were going to drink anything. After they danced a slow dance together. They came back to the table and Jack said that he was, as he put it, very ready to proceed on with the evening. He found Fran to be stunning and extremely desirable and he felt that he was about to explode on the dance floor at any moment. He told us that he would leave us alone to decide what we wanted to do and he then left. I looked at Fran and she shot a dagger filled stare at me. She said, “You didn’t tell me he was black!!” I replied that I didn’t think it mattered. I told her that I would tell Jack that we were sorry but we changed our minds. I told her that I would actually say that I couldn’t go through with it. Fran replied, “Wait a minute. He seems like a very nice guy and I do like the way he has treated me. If you are sure, I’ll do him with my hands but he can’t go all the way. I don’t think I can go all the way with him.” Crap again. I agreed and when Jack returned to the table we made arrangements for him to come to ...

... our room in 30 minutes, this gave Fran time to take a bath and get ready. We shook and I could actually feel him trembling. I took that as a good sign. We left for the room and all the way there Fran was saying “I can’t believe I am going to do this.” As we turned a corner, we saw a black gentleman knock on a door. As we were passing the room, a white gentleman opened the door and the black guy stepped in. I turned to Fran and asked her, “and just what do you think that was.” She just looked at me and smiled. Part 5 We got back to our room and went inside. Fran took her small suitcase into the bathroom and I could hear her running her bath. I was getting extremely nervous at this time and beginning to have serious doubts. I went into the bedroom and drew the curtains shut (the far wall, behind where the chairs were and facing the bed, there was a large series of windows the entire length of the wall). I turned the stereo on and set the volume to low, the fireplace and then I turned on all the “special” lights. I turned all the other lights in the rooms off except for the dim hall light that adjoined the bathroom. The room looked extremely exotic and just heightened my anxieties to an even greater level. About 25 minutes later I could hear Fran come out of the bathroom and as she turned the corner into the bedroom she stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. It was the first time she had seen the room in all its glory, so to speak. She kind of walked into the lights with ...