This is part one Victoria. It’s kind of long, and I
wrote it when my wife was at a convention in S.F.
There are two more parts to it. 

He sat helpless watching his wife get dressed for the
airplane trip to her 3 day convention. She looked
sexy! And from his vantage point, he noticed that she
was sporting a very fresh wax job on her pubes
underneath a pair of the satin panties he’d bought her
for her birthday. This made his cock stir in his
pants. She finished dressing in normal business
attire. The he watched as she packed the other 3 pairs
of satin panties she’d got along with the pair she was
wearing. She gave him a kiss goodbye, and told him to
behave himself while she was away. His cock filled
with a little more blood because he suspected that
“she” wouldn’t be behaving like a married woman while
she was away.
  As she sits at the hotel lounge, sipping her Martini
that  this good looking Black Man down at the end of
the bar sent over to her, her mind was in turmoil. In
her heart, she was never going to cheat on the man
whom she loved with all her heart, the father of her
child, and she knew he loves her with all his heart,
yet she is somehow fascinated by this strange man who
had her eye. As she takes another sip, He slowly rises
and walks over and introduces himself. Out of instinct
she brushes him off rudely, but he sits next to her
and strikes up an intelligent conversation about
politics. It’s not quite her cup of tea, (political
conversation) but his polite manner, and the tenor of
his voice definitely has her attention. She patiently
waits for him to finish his conversation and leave,
but he doesn’t. He orders another round of her
favorite, and since she doesn’t have to be anywhere at
any particular time, she accepts.
  An hour latter, as they are both chatting away and
laughing together, she wondered how she could of been
so rude to such a gentleman just a short time ago. She
starts looking at Jim with a new found curiosity,
wondering if all the stereotypical images of a Black
Man’s cock were factual at all. Jim suggests that they
move to a table to be more comfortable, and she gladly
accepts his offer. As they sit chatting she can feel
herself getting damp without even being touched. It
had been years since THAT had actually happened, and
she was enjoying the warm wetness beginning to grow
she could feel between her legs.
  Another hour passes and she finds her lips
dangerously close to this Good Looking Black Man named
Jim. She knows it isn’t “right”, but she also knows
she’s out of town, nobody around knows her, and she
isn’t going to go to bed with him anyway, so she just
enjoys the moment. As she sits with one of her hands
on her own thigh, avoiding the temptation to place her
hand on her own crotch, Jim rests his hand on the top
of hers and she feels another warm wave sweep across
her.
  Jim could feel his cock slowly filling with blood as
it lay down the side of his thigh, covered by the thin
material of his nice pants. Then, he gently lifts her
hand off her own leg and places it on his own thigh.
She instinctively removes it, but she knows she felt
something larger than she’d ever felt before as far as
a sex organ goes. She rebuffs Jim, but stays in the
seat gazing into his dark eyes. A few moments latter
their dangerous closeness leads to an accidental kiss.
Now she is really feeling the wetness in her satin
panties. She remembers the large bulge she had felt
earlier and returns her hand to Jim’s thigh.
  Jim isn’t fully erect, but his cock is at that fun
stage, where it’s beginning to swell, and the pretty
white woman’s hand makes it fill with more blood. At
this point Jim is pretty confident that he will be
stretching this woman’s pussy in just a little while
longer.
  As she rests her hand on this larger than life cock,
she begins to wonder what it would be like, to be
stuffed so tightly, to be stretched in a way that her
loving husband had never been quite able to do, but
she swears to herself that this isn’t going any
further than this! Her cell phone rings at that
moment. She fumbles for it in her purse and answers
it, recognizing the ring from home.
  She nervously talks to her husband for a while. When
asked what she was doing, she told the truth by saying
that she was sitting in the hotel lounge having a
drink, leaving out the part that she was enjoying the
company of a Good Looking Black Man.  Then she rests
her hand back on that tempting fuck stick that the
Good Looking Black Man named Jim had. Out of
curiosity, she asks her husband if he was really
serious about that one fantasy of his. Her husband
says, “which fantasy is that honey”, and she just
says, “you know, that ONE FANTASY”. Her husband knows
Damn Well which one she’s talking about, and he says,
“I LOVE YOU my Dear! I WANT you do do what ever makes
you happy, without worrying about what I’m going to
think”.
  Jim hears this, and he’s had married white women
before. He’s aware of the fantasy (a wife getting
impaled by a Black Man) He doesn’t really understand
the “why” but it’s all fine with Him! He has a private
laugh, thinking how some white husbands actually WANT
their wives to get laid by a Black Man. It’s fine with
him if a husband wants Him to stretch her pussy
further than it ever has before, (short of child
birth) but this will be a enjoyable stretch, and he
knows that she’ll be moaning for more before He’s
finished with her.