My Wife Fran's First Black Lover

Part 1

Hello, as a brief introduction , I am known on this board as Lil Prik. This is a rather long and I hope not too boring a story of how we got started, that is Mrs. Lil Prik ( Frances) and myself.

Frances was about 5' 4" and weighed about 120 lbs. She measure approximately 34B -- 24 -- 36. She had blond hair, brown eyes, freckles when she was out in the sun, light brown pubic hair with a touch of red in it, and was a good old Irish catholic girl.

Frances and I dated in high school and we were each others firsts. Well at least she was my first and remains to this date, my only. I am a loyal oaf, I am. She became pregnant and we were married at a very young age.

Then in the mid 70's I found out that my pretty 23 year old wife of 5 years, was screwing the neighbor while I was at work. I was completely torn up and really was going to kill them both, but I didn't want to lose my kids so I swallowed my pride and we reconciled. I kind of put the fear of the Lord into him and he stayed completely away from us after that. Actually moved away.

A couple of years went by and everything was going fine and our sex life was getting a little more kinky when one evening I asked Frances if she wanted to go to a local porn theater to see Behind the Green door.

I was shocked when she replied that she would, only if we went to a local ice cream parlor first. Easy answer!!!

We ate our sundaes then walked over to the theater. I was surprised at the number of couples going in and was actually relieved to see it.

We sat down as the first film started (wowie, a double feature!) The film was a Johnnie Wadd movie starring John Holmes, of course. I had never seen him before and was kind of in awe when he "came out" on the screen.

I glanced over at Fran and could see that her eyes had glossed over and she had her pinky finger in the corner of her mouth. My interest was really peaked at that point.

As Holmes continued to pork the actress Fran's breathing became shallower and I could detect her squirming in her seat.

I was fascinated by her reactions but said nothing and actually tried not to make any physical contact with her, not wanting to break what ever trance that she had worked her self into.

She continued to be glued to the screen when ever Holmes would be doing his thing. I was intrigued with the thought that my wife was turned on by this guy. Let me see.

Could it be that he is good looking? No, far from that. How about a great body? Uh uh, skinny as a rail! What could it be?? Hmmm could it be his cock??

That thought was both a turn on and intimidating since I was average at best at 5 ½ to 6" and about 4.75 around.

Well that film ended and Fran excused herself to go to that lavatory. I kidded her, when she got back after 10 minutes, about going into the john to "relieve herself!

She just answered "Don't be ridiculous!"

The feature film had started and I watched my wife, from the corner of my eyes, as the film had progressed. When the part where Chambers was taken to the large room where all the "guests" were seated and placed on the table, Fran placed her head on my shoulder, her first physical contact with me since we came into the theater.

When all the attendants started fondling, kissing and eating Chambers pussy, I saw Fran's eyes gloss up again. When the black stud came walking out from Behind the Green Door, with his cock swaying to the music, Fran's pinky went up to the corner of her mouth and as he started eating Chambers pussy,

Fran raised her head off my shoulder and sat back in her seat as Keyes started screwing Chambers. I thought that Fran was squirming in her seat again but upon closer observation I could see she was actually moving her hips in small thrusts in time with the on screen fucking and music.

As the scene worked up to its climax, Fran had her head back on the seat and her eyes were closed and I could see her lips drawn tightly.

The music and the moans on the screen were almost at a deafening level, but I could swear some of those sounds were coming from Fran.

The scene ended and as Keyes pulled away from Chambers and his wet black cock once again swayed back and fro as he walked away, Fran asked if we could go home. I asked her why and she just replied that she wanted to go.

On the drive home she was very quite and I asked her if something was wrong and she said no. When we got to the house I paid the baby sitter and found that Fran had gone into the bathroom and was already running her bath. I figured that was that.

I went into the bedroom and got undressed and was running the nights events over in my head when I heard Fran exit the bathroom and head over to the kids rooms to check on them.

Fran came into the room and I was some what surprised when she dropped her bath robe and kind of scrambled into bed nude. She started to kiss me very passionately and tug at my underwear. I removed them and she immediately pushed me to the bed and climbed on top, shoved my cock into her and almost frantically started fucking me.

I was surprised at how hard she was slamming down on me. Never had she done anything like that before.

She kept moaning, "come on, come on, oh please God, come on."

I started to ask her if those films turned her on this much when she forcefully pressed her lips against mine, jammed her tongue down my throat and very sultrily said "shut up and fuck me."

Now I was stunned!! Never, ever had I heard Fran used the "F" word (with me). I tried to just keep up with ferocity of Fran's pace and in a few minutes I was cumming up a storm. Fran kept moving for a few minutes then kissed me and the got off and lay next to me.

Another surprise. Fran would usually get right up and go into the bathroom, afterwords, to clean up any semen. But this time she just lay in bed, again with that glossy look in her eye and her pinky in her mouth. It was obvious that she was deep in thought.

I asked her how she like the films and she replied that they were "alright".

I said that she seemed to be very interested in Johnny Wadd and she kind of tensed up and became some what defensive and replied, "not really."

I persisted and in a teasing manner I told her that I thought that she was turned on by his big cock.

She replied, "No, I just like the way he is with the women, he is so gentle."

Gentle!!!! What a crock of B.S., but I played along. I then asked her how she liked B.T.G.D. (at least what we saw of it.)

She replied that it was good.

I said to her, "I think that I am going to arrange a scene like that for you, how would you like that?"

I was again shocked when she didn't reply with her usual no but stated "But with a white guy!"

This ritual became part of our usual sex play. I would sometimes tell her that I had a surprise visitor behind the closet door and he was going to come out and fuck her silly with his big cock.

Her replies were getting more and more positive and I was getting more and more turned on to the possibility of actually seeing my wife with another man.

I was always curious about Robert, (the guy she had fucked a couple of years earlier.) He was no where near my size physically and I had never given his cock size much more than a passing thought, beyond the normal fears.

I took this opportunity, because of the loose sex talk that had evolved in our lives at this point, to ask Fran about Robert.

She just replied he was nothing special. I asked her if his cock was bigger than mine and she replied at first, "I don't know" or "I can't remember".

I told her that since she was screwing him for about 6 months she had to have a pretty good idea. She finally replied that he was about the same size as me.

Part 2

This went on for a couple of months when one evening I showed her a swinger's magazine that I had purchased at a local book store.

She looked at the photos and asked me if these were real and I replied that most of them were. I told her that I wanted to put an ad in it and that I would arrange a meeting and watch her with another man.

She immediately rejected that and I thought the issue was dead. We had begun to fool around when Fran kind of hesitantly stated to me that she didn't think that I could handle seeing her "doing it" with another guy.

I told her that if I was there it would be like the two of us just acting out a fantasy as long as no emotions other than physical were involved. "Beside," I told her "I have always wanted to be a director of a porn film."

She replied no, but I noticed that the love making was little more intense that evening.

A few nights later, Fran, out of the blue, asked "What would you say in the ad?"

I replied "What ad? What are you talking about?"

She said "The ad in that book you brought home. What would you say?" Hello, instant erection.

I quickly told her that I would let her write the ad. This way she could put down what she wanted and not what I wanted.

I was floored when she simply replied, "I'll think about it. No promises, just that I'll think about it."

Needless to say that was all that was on my mind, 24-7 but I dared not hound her about it.

A couple of days went by, when, after another, rather event less and unremarkable love making session, Fran stunned me and asked, "How would we go about it and where would we meet him? It can't be around here and it can't be anyone we know. I would die if anyone found out."

Wow, peter at full staff now!!! I told her that after I placed our ad, written by her, we would sift through the replies and that I would meet first with the ones she chose to get a feel for him. If everything was a go, we would get a room at an out of town hotel for an evening or two. We would then meet her gentleman at a restaurant. She could then get a feel for him and if there was chemistry, then and only then, we would give him the room number with instructions to come up in about 30 minutes.

She once again questioned whether she thought that I could handle the whole thing. I reassured her that there would be no problem as long as she didn't ever do anything behind my back ever again. The floor and I met when she instructed me to get the book.

I practically fell several times as I raced to the closet to frantically get the book. I got a pen and brought them back to Fran. She sat up in the bed and asked me what she should write. I told her to write whatever she wanted.

I did start her off by telling her how to fill in the boiler plate questions, i.e. Couple, seeking male etc.

When we got to the description Frances asked me what she should ask for.

I said to her, "What do you mean?" She said "You know, down there, his thing. What should I ask for?"

Oh wow. I told her that since this was a fantasy, she should ask for some one who was endowed. She asked me what was considered endowed; I said more than 7".

She looked at me and seriously asked me "You're more than 7" aren't you?"

I just replied no, that I was of average size. She wanted to know what that was and I told her between 5 and 6.

She sighed with what appeared relief at my answer. Hmmmm.

I told her to leave the return address blank and I would fill it in later after I had procured a mail box. I left to do some errands and as I walked out the door I could see that Fran had put the magazine in a drawer and was getting on the phone. I thought for sure that after she gave it some more thought the issue would die.

I came home and found that Fran was taking a bath. The kids were asleep so I went into the bedroom to turn on the TV. I undressed and lay down on the bed. I could feel something under me.

When I felt under the covers, I found the magazine. I quickly turned on the bedside lamp and with trembling fingers, fumbled to the page with the form on it.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw that Fran had actually filled the form out. It said.

"Young couple He 26 She 25, looking for good looking, well built male to make passionate love to pretty, thin, blond hair brown eyed 34B-25-36 wife while husband watches. Husband MUST be in room at all times. Man must be gentle (this is our first time); always a gentleman and he must be extremely well hung. The bigger and thicker, the better. Husband will meet with possible person before anything else proceeds. Please no phonies"

OH MY GOD!!!!!! This couldn't be real. I kept reading the ad over and over. My eyes kept focusing on the phrase "extremely well hung .The bigger and thicker, the better."

I was in shock. Hell I didn't even know she knew what well hung meant and was surprised as all get out to see the bigger the better comment.

I snapped to when I heard Fran draining the tub. I was very surprised when she came out of the bath room wearing a short see through red night gown.

I said that I saw that she had filled out the form.

She replied," Don't get your hopes up! I hope you're not too disappointed when no one replies or when you find out that those who do are nothing but degenerates."

I told her that she would be the one who would be surprised. I then asked her what the nightgown was for.

Again the surprises kept coming when she told me that most of the ads had photos with them and that perhaps we should also send a photo in, with out her face of course.

Another frantic trip to the closet for the Polaroid camera. Damn, no film. A very quick trip to the corner drugstore, some colored film and back to the house in about 3 seconds.

Fran was on the bed, when I got home and I could swear her eyes were glossed over again, like they were that night at the show. I took several shots of her in different poses. I could swear that when she would spread her legs as she switched positions I could see a trail of fluid going down the crack of her ass.

I used up all the film and then took the pictures over to her to choose the one she wanted to submit. She chose the classiest picture. She got a magic marker and blacked out her face and then asked me to come to bed.

When I got in, she asked once again "Are you sure you are OK with this?"

I replied that there was no problems on my part but I asked her if she was sure that she could go through with it.

She responded "I don't know. We'll see if the time comes, but I still think that we'll never get any decent responses."

She then asked me to go down on her, which I eagerly did. Man she was already soaked, which explained the trail of fluid observed earlier. We progressed into the same level of sex experienced after we went to the show. It was awesome. I lay awake all night thinking of the possibilities.

The next morning, off to the post office, rent a box fill in the reply address and put it into the mail. Back at home Fran once again expressed any doubts that we would receive any "decent" replies" Now the wait.

Fran asked me on an almost daily basis if I had any responses and I kept telling her, on an almost daily basis, that we had to wait for the ad to appear in the book first.

Cheesh, it almost seemed as though she couldn't wait to get fucked. I took a trip to the adult book store the next month and bought a copy of that Swinger magazine.

I went home and Fran and I thumbed through the book together, while in bed. We were getting very disappointed as we neared the end of the magazine when she spotted it first.

There it was, in the glossy section, reserved for color photos, our ad. She looked absolutely stunning. Her red see through night gown showed her breasts and her big brown aureoles to perfection.

There was also a hint of her reddish brown pubic hairs along with an obvious shot of her very moist slit. Because of my combination of over excitement and nervousness, I never really looked at the photo that Fran had chosen and I only stuffed it and the application into the envelope, addressed and mailed it.

I was actually seeing this photo for the first time. While I had thought that Fran had used the black marker to eradicate her face, she had in fact blacked out some family pictures that hung by the bed and were in the photo.

Her face was there, pinky finger in the corner of her mouth, in full view and she had an incredibly seductive look on it. They had actually given her about an eighth of a page for our ad. Both of us were some what giddy and like two little kids who had done something naughty. We both kept looking and re-reading the ad. I was extremely turned on when she would read the line about being very well hung.

I admit I was some what afraid of the possible events that could unfold in this adventure and a small part of me wondered if Fran could be right when she said that no one would respond.

About a three weeks after we read the ad I went to the post office and all I found in my box was a little green card. I was very disappointed but honestly a little relieved in that Fran was right, or perhaps it was a little early yet.

As I walked out of the post office and about to throw the card away, I glanced down at and saw that it was from the post office and I was instructed to see one of the clerks regarding my mail box.

I thought to myself, shit, now what. I waited in line, got to the clerk and he asked me if I was Mr. Jones of post box 2301, I looked at him for a second before I realized that Jones was the name we used for the ad and I used to rent the box.

I replied yes and he disappeared into the back. I was a little confused and almost walked out when he reemerged carrying a large white plastic bin filled with envelopes.

He said, "Here is your mail, use the bin to take them home but you have to return it or you will be billed $25." I thanked him and left.

When I got home Fran was sitting on the front porch. I told her that I had one hell of a shock for her.

I pulled the bin out of the car and she asked me what all that was. I told her THAT is all the no body's that wouldn't respond. All she did was just drop her jaw and mummer "Oh my God, you're kidding aren't you?"

That night we started opening letter after letter. Most had pictures and most were very crass and immediately rejected. I could tell that Fran was extremely floored that so many individuals responded to her and she really perked up at that attention.

There were only three or four letters out of over 200, in that initial batch, that Fran kept. All three had photo's and all appeared to be of slightly above average endowment.

Over the next three weeks, I made a couple of trips to the post office with similar results. I would get my card from the box, hand it and my empty plastic bin to the clerk and he, in turn, would hand me a bin filled with envelopes.

Fran and I would sift through the responses and find that a lot of them were the same fellows sending what seemed like desperate responses hoping for our acceptance. No, wasn't going to happen.

I then noticed Fran appear to be re-reading a response. When I was sure that she was reading it again for at least the third time and I could see that her pinky was once again in the corner of her mouth, I asked her what she had. I had to ask her again to break her out of her trance like state.

She responded, "Oh, this letter, this guy sounds so nice." She handed me the letter and said "What do you think?"

The letter read. "Hello, my name is John but everyone calls me Jack and I hope that you will excuse any clumsiness on my part. Like you I am also new to this. I have never even known about such things let alone partook in them."

I live in (about a 2 hour drive from us.) I lost my wife of 7 years and my 4 year old daughter in an auto accident about 2 years ago and have immersed myself in my job since.

I have not even thought of another woman and have no desire to become emotionally involved again because of the pain I still feel from my loss. I came across this ad while at a friends, from works, apartment. He had it laying on a table and I picked it up and started thumbing through it.