The Convention Part 2

My Name is John, I’m forty-four and my sexy, hot BBW wife Deana is forty-two. Our sex life is hot, and satisfying. However, lately we have been talking about adding some spice to our lives. One idea that we came up with has us both excited. I am planning on attending a convention in Nashville and, while there, we will have a few, hot, sexual encounters. My dick got so fucking hard when I thought of all the possibilities.

My wife loved to dress provocatively, rarely wearing a bra, and went commando when we did go out. I might add she loved to flash men, and gave them a big thrill. Her breasts were just right, not so big; they sagged, but were more than enough to play with. She had a full figure with nice rounded hips, and sexy long legs completed a package that said, “Come fuck me.”

Deana was a hot, sexy, woman, and as much as I gave it to her, she always seemed to want more. She especially loved the feeling of my big cock deep inside her pussy, fucking her like a wild animal. Afterwards, I loved to taste her cum and mine, as my tongue cleaned her well-fucked tunnel.

I had gotten to love the taste of her freshly fucked pussy, and lately I’d begun to wonder what it would be like to eat her after a strange man had filled her up with his sperm! I wasn’t worried about her getting pregnant, as she used birth control. However, in the back of my mind, I wondered, “What would she do if I hid her birth control pills on this trip? What would she do if she got pregnant?”

She didn’t know it, but I had been fantasizing about seeing Deana with a black man. One night during sex, I mentioned it, asking if we could find such a man at the upcoming convention. Oh, my, God, she got more aroused than I ever saw her.

“Ooooh fuck, baby, I’d love to fuck a well hung black man, especially if you were watching, or better yet joining in on the fun!”

“Hot-damn baby, you’re making my dick hard as steel! I have an idea, why don’t you pretend that I’m that big, black stud, fucking your hot cunt!”

“WOW is all I’m going to say.” She climaxed three times before we were done making love.

After that, every time we talked about our upcoming trip, I asked if she’d been thinking about what it would be like to have a black dick pumping her pussy… I could see the wheels turning.

The night before our trip, we were fucking up a storm and I mentioned it to her again. This time she didn’t say anything but her level of enthusiasm went sky high, and she fucked my brains out for over an hour that night.

The day before the trip, we were finishing packing when I suggested that she bring her new, hot pink and black swimsuit.