The guy at the end of the bar was named Conrad, and my wife Tracy had told me all about how the two of them had dated back in her college days. He was a black man, of average height and weight but pretty good-looking. When my wife approached him he turned and smiled, then kissed her and gave her a hug. I watched from across the room as he held her tight and kissed her again, and I thought to myself that this could be a really interesting class reunion.
“Honey, this is Conrad,” Tracy said as I approached her and stood by her side. “Conrad, this is my husband, Bob.” Conrad let go of her rather quickly, and we shook hands.
For a while Tracy and Conrad talked about old times and old friends, and after a while he asked her to dance. During all of this I noticed how he kept touching her, on the hand or the arm or the leg, always making physical contact as he talked. Finally I asked Tracy to dance, and out on the floor I whispered in her ear, “You want Conrad, don’t you?”
Tracy just nodded. I then suggested we should invite him up to our hotel room for some late-night entertainment, as long as I could watch. And Tracy agreed.
As the crowd began to thin I asked Conrad if he would like to join us in our room for a nightcap, and he said sure. The three of us left the hotel ballroom and went up our room. As I mixed our drinks, Tracy went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I handed Conrad his drink, and as he sat down in a large overstuffed chair I took our camcorder out of its case. Conrad started to ask me about it, but just then Tracy came back.
She was wearing a black negligee that was so sheer that her nipples could be seen quite clearly, and it was obvious that the only thing she had under it was a thong. I handed her a drink, and she took a sip as Conrad drank in her nearly nude body. At that point I picked up the camcorder and turned it on. Conrad again started to ask me about it, but he became distracted by what Tracy was doing. She had put down her drink and stepped closer to him, and now, standing right before him, she slipped the negligee off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As Conrad stared, she took his drink and set it on the table next to him. Then, taking his hands in hers, she pressed them to her breasts. “Do you remember these?” she asked, as his fingers reflexively dug into her flesh.
For a moment Conrad couldn’t speak. “Y-y-yes,” he stammered finally. “But–” He looked nervously at me, standing there with the camcorder.
“It’s okay,” Tracy told him, as she took one of his hands from her breast and slipped it into the front of her thong. “And do you remember this?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said, still nervous. “How could I ever forget? But, Tracy–”
“It’s okay,” she reassured him. Then, turning toward me, she said, “Tell him it’s okay, honey.”
“Relax and enjoy, Conrad,” I said, putting the camera back to my eye as my wife pulled down her thong.
Conrad couldn’t believe it, but he wasn’t protesting any more as Tracy knelt before him. She kissed him as she unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt then, with his help, she pulled his pants down around his ankles. She removed his shoes and socks, then had him stand up as she slowly pulled down his bikini briefs.
Taking his flaccid cock into her hand, Tracy stroked it, then kissed it. “I remember this,” she said softly, and she looked into the camera as she took his dick into her mouth. Conrad glanced over at me, and seeing that I was enjoying this almost as much as he was, he began to relax. As my wife worked his cock over with her mouth, she released it long enough to murmur, “Mmmm, you don’t know how much I miss those nights in the back seat of your car, baby.”
Conrad was breathing heavily. “Yeah,” he panted. “I remember all those blowjobs you use to give me and my friends there.”
I hadn’t heard about the friends, but I didn’t say anything, and Tracy just continued to suck him. Then, looking up at him, she said softly, “Conrad I want you to come in my mouth, like the old days.”
“Oh, yeah!” was all he could get out as she took him deeply into her mouth again. He gasped as he looked down at her, and then he closed his eyes and grunted loudly, and I could tell that he was giving Tracy what she wanted. She did her best to swallow his entire load, but some of his sperm leaked past her lips and slid down her chin. Releasing his cock, she scooped it up with her hand and licked it off her fingers.
Conrad helped her to her feet, and taking his hand in hers, Tracy led him to the bedroom. I followed them with the camera and watched as they got comfortable on the bed. “Conrad, why don’t you go down on her,” I suggested. “Tracy loves that.”
“I know she does,” Conrad replied. I raised the camera and started filming again as Conrad kissed my wife on the lips, then moved his mouth to her neck and down to her nipples, licking each of them and sucking them until they were hard. Then he continued downward, spreading her legs as he got to her pussy. He licked at her cunt, then found her clit and sucked it into his mouth. I pointed the camera at my wife’s face, which was twisted now with passion. Her eyes were closed, her mouth wide open as she moaned, “Oh God, that feels good! Don’t stop! Eat me, baby!”
Conrad spread her pussy lips apart and again began to lick and suck at her very wet cunt. He slid his long tongue inside her as far as he could reach, then worked it in and out, fucking her with his tongue. Squirming, shaking and moaning, Tracy arched her body and cried out in climax.
Conrad showed no hesitation now as he climbed up over her, straddling her shoulders as he dangled his semi-flaccid cock in her face. “Make me hard again, baby,” he said, pushing that cock at her lips. Tracy took it in and started sucking it. Wrapping her hands around it, she stroked it back and forth as he began fucking her mouth. He continued this until his cock was hard as steel then he slid down, climbed between her legs and slowly inserted his big black snake into my wife’s pussy.
I positioned the camera so I could get a good shot of both his cock sliding into her and Tracy’s expression as it did so. Conrad pulled almost all the way out of her and then rammed himself in again, this time all the way. Tracy was gasping and urging him on. Looking into her eyes as he buried himself inside her, Conrad said, “Do you remember how it felt to have this big black tool deep inside you, baby?”
“Oh yes! Oh god yes!” my wife gasped out. “God, I love it! Fuck me, Conrad. Fuck me good!” And he did, pumping in and out of her as hard as he could. At one point they both almost fell off the bed, but he never pulled out of her, just lifted her up and moved her back to the middle of the mattress.
“I’m going to come, baby,” Conrad whispered finally.
“Yes!” Tracy moaned. “Come inside me. I want it so bad!”
“Here it comes!” he groaned, then gave a series of grunting noises as he shot his load deep inside her pussy.
For several moments after they came the two of them lay there in each other’s arms, with Conrad’s cock still buried deep inside my wife. “That was so good!” Tracy said finally, looking into the camera, which I was still holding.
“You think I can get a copy of that tape sometime?” Conrad asked me.
“Sure,” I told him. “Leave me your address and I’ll mail it to you.”
“Great,” he said, and with that he slid his cock out of my wife, climbed out of bed and ducked into the bathroom.
I pointed the camera at Tracy’s contented face, and she smiled and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “How was it?” I asked.
“Great!” she answered.
When Conrad came out of the bathroom he asked if he could use the phone, and went into the other room to do so. I removed the tape from the camcorder and put it in the VCR to rewind. When Conrad came back he was dressed. He kissed Tracy and said he had to leave, because his girlfriend was waiting for him. Her husband was out of town and she wanted to see him that night. He then wrote down his address so I could mail him a copy of the tape. I promised I would, and then he left.
Tracy motioned for to me to join her in the bed. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes, then grabbed the remote control for the TV and climbed into the bed. “Are we going to watch the tape now?” Tracy asked. I just smiled and pushed the button to start the VCR.
While the tape was running, Tracy whispered into my ear that she wanted me to eat her pussy. I started at her feet, licking and sucking my way up her calves and thighs. Then I spread her legs and put them over my shoulders as I started to lick her pussy. I could taste Conrad’s come as it leaked out of her, but I didn’t mind in fact, it was very arousing. I continued to eat her out until she came. Then she reciprocated by giving me a blowjob as I watched the rest of the tape. There was something incredibly sexy about having my wife sucking my cock with her wonderfully talented mouth while at the same time watching her passionately fucking another man. I came down her throat in a flood, and she swallowed every drop. After that we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When I woke up the next morning something occurred to me. I remembered what Conrad had said about the blowjobs Tracy used to give him and his friends. Tracy had told me about Conrad, but hadn’t mentioned anybody else. I woke her up.
“What’s this about you giving blowjobs to Conrad’s friends?” I said. “I thought it was just him you were dating.”
“Well it was,” Tracy said. “But there were these other guys he used to travel around with, and–well, you know–we all used to fool around sometimes.”
“Didn’t these other guys have girls of their own?” I asked.
“Well yeah, but–”
“But none of them could suck cock as well as I could,” she said, giggling.
“I believe that,” I said. “So there you were in the back of Conrad’s car sucking off–how many guys?”
“Usually three or four, sometimes more,” she said. “Why, are you jealous all of a sudden?”
“No, I’m just horny thinking about it.”
“Well, I can take care of that,” Tracy said. And she did.
I never did get around to sending Conrad a copy of that tape. But Tracy’s class has another reunion in five years, and maybe we can get together again then. I’ll let you know if we do.
And maybe Conrad can bring some of his friends.–R.K., St. Petersburg, Florida