How my wife became a BBC queen ! - Sex Stories

How my wife became a BBC queen !

... deep voice answered (well at least that was encouraging, of course it could be a little guy with a deep voice, sigh). I asked him if he was Jack and he replied that he was and I told him who I was and why I was calling. There was a momentary silence at the other end and finally he expressed surprise that we had answered him. I asked him if he would like to speak to Frances and he said that he would. I handed the phone to Fran and listened as she commenced to speak in a quite tone with an almost giddy overtone, kind of like a school girl talking to her dream date. They spoke for a few minutes and then she gave me the phone. I asked Jack where we could meet and make arraignments. He mentioned a restaurant about an hour away from us and about half way between where we both lived. I told him that was fine and that I would meet him that Saturday morning. I asked him how I would know him. He kind of laughed and said that he would wear a yellow shirt. I was actually shaking as we said goodbye. After I hung up Fran pulled me to her and once again with the “are you sure.” We made love and this time she almost continuously kissed me passionately while telling me over and over how much she loved me. Another sl**pless night. What were we getting ourselves into? Part 3 Saturday morning, 7:30 AM. Getting ready to leave the house for my 9:00 AM meeting with Jack. Fran was very nervous and started to get second thoughts. I told her that we could call it off and she said “Maybe we ...

... should. You’re disappointed aren’t you? No let’s see what happens. I don’t know, what do you think?” I responded, “Whatever you want to do.” She kind of giggled like a school girl again and said “I don’t know what to do?” I told her that I had to leave and said that I would be back in a few hours. She told me to be careful and away I went. My hour drive was very stressful as I my mind played all the possible scenarios over and over again. Several times I almost turned around but I forged ahead until I arrived at the restaurants parking lot. It was exactly 9:00 Am and I was concerned that Jack may not have arrive. I waited a minute and then decided to go in. My knees were shaking, my mouth was dry and my head was pounding as I walked to the restaurant. When I stepped in, I found that there were a lot of people already there. I stood by the counter and scanned the room. I saw a person with a yellow shirt sitting in the booth near the back. As I walked toward him I could see that he had a broad back. When I got to him I almost turned around because he surely wasn’t Jack. He noticed me and stood up and asked me if I was Robert. I obviously appeared to be stunned because I just shook my head yes and extended my hand out to him. Standing before me was a caramel colored black man, who stood about my height and was obviously built like a proverbial brick shit house. His hand completely engulfed mine and I have large hands. I noticed that his fingers were as thick as sausages. He had an ...