We are a middle-class middle aged couple, who live in Norway. Our children have left home. Holidays then were important to us. We were going to have a summer holiday soon, and I had put in the research of Paris. Earlier that year we had married in Spain.
Things have been difficult in Norway for my wife, living in a cold scandic climate, difficult getting a job and being away from friends and family. The sex at the start of our marriage was great, maybe three or four times a day! It was a long time before I had a relationship. After a few months the sex dwindled to once a week, I had problems with my erection too.
So I began again to look at porn sites about swinging to excite me whilst my wife used to talk to family on WhatsApp.
My wife also being from a Christian background, had to deal with her husband who had a quirky sexual fantasy. She knew I liked to share her with other men. For her traditionally the wife was faithful to the husband. She could not understand how a man would like this "perversion".My wife said she liked sex, but also sex for her was good with love.
So I suggested Paris as a holiday destination to get away from it all, just the two of us. I wanted to see if we could settle our differences in another setting. Amongst my research for flights and hotels, I was finding it increasingly difficult to find an affordable place to stay there. In my frustration I needed a break so I started browsing Craig's list on the Net and came across the friendship/romance/sex section there. I saw that males were looking for couples. This thought excited me and the advert was under the category "MFM" ( Male Female Male) and went like this:
"Spanish heterosexual black guy offers free massage to wife, maybe sex after if wanted. Husband watches. Contact if interested. 100% genuine. No time wasters."
I thought to give it a go, and I wrote to this stranger and got a reply the next day. He said he was a free-lance photographer who had lived in Paris for a long time. I described myself as a cuckold man who liked to watch my sexy wife having sex with men. I described my wife as a pretty petite Spanish MILF, 40 years old with 34DD tits and who was 155 cm high. I then sent him two pictures, one of our wedding dance and one sexy picture.
The erotic picture was where she shows one of her full breasts partially out of her dress with her nipple erect and her tongue erotically sticks out as if she was going to lick it.
The Spanish contact said he liked the pictures and was interested. He also sent a description of himself as a handsome young black man of average height and weight with an above-average cock 10 cm long. This description was the exact opposite of me. I did not tell him that I was a crazy lazy cuckold husband. We tried to find a contact point but we could not meet him where he was. I told him of my difficulty in finding a good hotel central in Paris. He recommended a hotel and said that a lot of his friends use it when they visit him.
Afterwards I told my wife about him and said that I met a man on the internet who offered a free massage ( knowing that she liked it). I said also that he was kind enough to recommend a hotel to us. In an off-the-cuff comment, I said he was black and good-looking. I suggested we meet him, and perhaps thank him for finding a hotel for us.
She accused me with a couple of questions: " How you know this man black and good-looking? Where you find him?"
I replied, " On Craig's List, and he seemed interesting."
I think she knew what I was implying because she opened up to me once about her old black boyfriend. She tried to downplay it and said her ex-boyfriend had a big cock. The sex was good but they broke up because he was unfaithful to her. It was hard for her to break up with him and she said she missed him a lot and she especially missed his smell, his cologne, and his body.
I added, " you know of my fantasy of seeing you with a black man after you told me of your old boyfriend."
Our Holiday in Paris
We arrived at the General de Gaulle airport and drove our cheap rental car to the hotel. This hotel was close to where our new acquaintance recommended us. The traffic in Paris was appalling and we eventually found it. It was a run-down ancient hotel, tall with no lift. This was a typical Parisian building with a smell of damp.
I could just imagine there were rats or mice somewhere but did not want to look for them.I wasn't happy about it but my wife was on her mobile mobile a lot talking to family and her son, and that distracted her.
Our contact invited us to a cafe for coffee that day. Later on, I again drove through the heavy traffic for us to meet him. It was difficult to find a parking space so I suggested that my wife go to the cafe herself and meet him.
"Do me have meet him alone?" she said.
"Yes. it would save you walking a long way" I answered.
So she resigned herself to my suggestion without arguing and left the car to meet him. She slammed the car door shut and entered the cafe. It took me a while to find a parking space and I had to walk a long way. I stupidly got lost but found the cafe.
In the crowded cafe, I was greeted by the sight of my wife and this stranger sitting opposite each other. He was just as he described. I could see that my wife had an attraction to this man with his rugged good looks and athletic body.
My wife introduced us for the first time:"Mi amor, this is Javier."
She was taken aback by him. I could see he looked like Denzel Washington. He was smartly dressed in contrast to me. They spoke in Spanish and she was dressed ladylike: white and black striped low cut blouse showing her cleavage clearly and sexy denims outlining her beautiful bottom.
I was luckily given a seat by the door which was a table away from them and they were seated by the window. I hastily ordered a cup of tea. The very polite conversation took place over an hour or so as they exchanged their background stories. My tea was untouched and cold. I just listened attentively like a puppy waiting for it's owners. I was taking notes under the guise of learning Spanish. My wife sipped her red wine and from time to time my wife would laugh and raise both her hands on her head.This offered him a very generous view of her perky breasts and an outline of her nipples pointing from her blouse. I noticed he licked his lips and took another sip of his sangria as he admired her.
I was wondering what I should do next. It was soon closing time and nothing new happened. Perhaps I should leave them alone? I rose out of my chair and approached them and spoke up, breaking their conversation.
"I will collect the car so that you don't have to walk so far in your high heels" I suggested.
The "couple" both agreed readily and then continued chatting.
I walked back slowly to the car, taking my time so that they could talk about whatever they wanted to. It started raining. I wondered what they were talking about now?
I got to the car, waited 5 more minutes inside it, and then drove to the cafe. I honked my horn upon arrival. I could see them through the window. My wife got up from her chair, embraced and kissed him on the cheek, and left. Javier also left the cafe with a thumbs-up sign to me. I wondered what that meant?
«Good conversation?» I asked, trying to mask my excitement of her «date» with this complete stranger.
«Yes,» she answered hesitatingly.
«What did you talk about when I left?» I enquired.
«Well, we talk about your fantasy about me and how you like see me with other men, and I ask him what he want do and he said we could make love."
My cock hardened at what she said.
She reported that she said to him that it was important not just to have sex, but to make love. That she liked sex but it was important to have a connection, a chemistry.
«And what do you think? Is he someone you could....do it with..?» I threw this request into the air, hoping for a positive and it came back with flying colors.
«Yes, he quite good, nice smell, nice hands. Reminded me of old boyfriend, look like him!" she answered.
This last comment bode well, it seems she has accepted the inevitable: black cock for her! I don't know how I drove back to the hotel without knocking anyone down because my thoughts were whizzing through my mind.
I was a bit jealous of Javier and remarked: "Javier doesn't have a big cock like your boyfriend. He is not as big as that.
"Ok" she replied.
She said they both agreed to meet the next day for lunch and he said he could meet us at our hotel to collect us and together we could find a place to eat. But I suggested to my wife that I could go out to buy sandwiches and collect them and eat them in our room. Nothing I thought would happen at a boring cafe.
"It is cheaper and I am not looking forward to driving around Paris," I explained.
The next day I heard a careful knock on the door, as I hastily cleaned our room. Javier had arrived earlier than expected and I still hadn't bought our lunch. My wife answered the door and showed him in. She was dressed sexily in her light white summer dress which hugged her figure perfectly. They exchanged pleasantries and sat on the sofa.
For some reason, the atmosphere was not the same as it was at the cafe. I wondered why and thought maybe my wife was having second thoughts. I offered them both something alcoholic. A glass of red wine from the hotel minibar might just do the trick?
"Maybe I should pop out to get our lunch now?" I suggested.
Javier agreed with me, but my wife looked hesitant, so I hurried out to the busy Parisian small streets.
I came back with sandwiches after 20 minutes to open the door to hear the heavy beat of music and to the sight of them dancing. They hugged and moved together as one.
"This dance is called Kizomba" he explained.
There was a distinct heavy bass beat from the sensual music playing from his mobile.
The song title was called Fuck in Love and went like this:
"We could make love, love, love, love ..
..........or we could fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
I sat down on the sofa and opened the sandwiches I bought, and pretended to eat them, while I watched the scene unfold before me.
I could see my wife's bottom swaving erotically to the song, and Javier's hands dropping from her back to her bottom very naturally and raising her dress provocatively.
There was no reaction from my wife, just an acceptance of his probing hands. Maybe it was the effect of the song? I just sat on the sofa staring at them and starting to get aroused. I stroked my dick, getting warmed up to what was soon going to happen. This was better than porn on my mobile!
Still the music played: "or we could fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
He then started taking her tits out of her dress and sucking on them greedily. Her head was thrown back enjoying his attention.
Suddenly my wife said, "It would be good have massage now."
Javier asked my wife " Can you take off your clothes? I don't want oil on them".
She obediently stripped and stood there, her naked body ready for his attention.He took off his clothes urgently and I saw that his penis twitched. Maybe his attention was caught by the sight of her glorious bottom now bared.
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