For whatever reason, the guy’s performance had really brought out the slut in Connie. Later that evening, when we returned to our hotel, she practically raped me in the elevator on the way up to our room. Our marriage had gotten kinkier over the years to keep it interesting and our favorite fantasy was her having sex with another man while I watched, but until the striptease, it never occurred to us the guy could be black.
I guess the dance brought out her darkest desires, because when we went to bed she told me she’d have loved to fuck him. Hearing her admission turned me on as much as her, so I decided to change our fantasy into reality. Here we were, in a bar in a strange city where no one knew us, and we’d never have a better opportunity.
And I wasn’t lying to Connie; the kid sitting there at the bar was obviously sexually attracted to her. He was perfect. He was young, fit, and black, and I was getting a raging hard-on imagining him with Connie so I decided to strike while the iron was hot.
“Listen Connie,” I whispered. ‘What the hell… If you’re game I’m just gonna go ask him if he’d like to join us for a drink? What do you say? Are you ready for it?”
Connie blushed and turned an even deeper shade of red. I think when we fantasized about a threesome, neither one of us dreamed it would really happen. Now with an opportunity staring us right in the face we had to make a decision. My wife was tongue tied. She was in a dilemma. I knew she wanted to, but she would be breaking her marriage vows, so she had to make darn sure it was what I really wanted before committing herself.
“Honey, I’m not going to pressure you.” I assured her. “I’ll just invite him over for a drink and we’ll see what happens, okay? I’d love to watch you do it, but it’s all up to you!”
We sat there in silence, while Connie looked over at him and then back at me, then she arrived at a decision.
“Okay Mark, I’ll do it… but if anything happens, I don’t want you changing your mind on me and getting mad about it, all right?”
Now I was the one getting nervous. What if she was right? Maybe I would get mad, or jealous, or both. I wasn’t really sure how I’d react. All I knew was I’d never5 been so fucking horny before so I forced myself to get up from my chair, and headed towards him. I got to the bar and sat beside him and said, “Excuse me,” in a shaky voice.
He turned towards me with a curious look and asked what was up. Ignoring my squirrelly feelings and hoping I didn’t sound too stupid, I carried on with my plan.
“My wife and I are wondering if we can buy you a drink. You see, we’ve never been to San Francisco before. We’re on holiday and we thought maybe you could tell us what sights we oughta see while we’re here.”
He looked at me and then over at Connie. I think he sort of knew what we really wanted, but he was willing to go along with my little game. He made me sweat for it though, by pausing for a little while before he answered me.
“Hey man, I’d be happy to! That’s really nice of you. My name’s Paul Jefferson, and thanks, I’m having bourbon on the rocks. “. Where are you from?” he asked, his handshake was so strong I was worried he would break every bone in my hand.