How we got started

We came into some extra money from an old life insurance policy that we found while sorting through my wife's mother’s things a few years after her passing. It was a policy that her grandparents had taken out on her mother shortly after her mother was born. To our surprise it was still valid after all this time. It wasn’t a fortune but netted us a couple thousand dollars. Since it was from her family and we didn’t urgently need it, I let her decide how to spend it. She chose a Caribbean cruise, something that we have never done before and probably would never had afforded without the unexpected windfall.

We flew into the departure port the night before the cruise and stayed at a hotel near the beach. Our flight was delayed, and we got in pretty late. It was after ten and the restaurants were already closed, so we grabbed a bite to eat at little roadside bar within walking distance from our hotel. My wife rarely drinks and perhaps to kick off the adventure, she allowed herself to have two margaritas after only having an appetizer for her dinner. I don’t think that I have ever seen her that drunk before. The interesting thing was that her inhibitions dropped, and she revealed to me some to a few of her earliest sexual experiences that I had never known. But what surprised me the most was that she confessed to a long held secret sexual fantasy that she had kept to herself. She said she had always wanted to have sex with a complete stranger. Specifically, she wanted to be blindfolded and fucked by a man she didn’t know. I had never experienced my wife talking so vulgarly and she went into her fantasy in great detail. She had obviously given this a great deal of thought. It was wonderful that she chose to disclose it with me, and I took it as a sign that she loved and trusted me. We shared a great passion that evening back in the room openly discussing her fantasy. The passion that exceeded anything that we had experienced before.

The next morning my wife slept until just before checkout time. I brought breakfast back to the room for her. I don’t think that I have ever been so enthralled with her as I was that morning. I was excited at the possibility of making her fantasy a reality on this trip. We had to rush to shower and gather our things. We left our bags at the hotel and went swimming at the beach until we could check in for the cruise. All morning, my wife never mentioned the events of the previous night or any discussion of her fantasy. I knew it was on her mind, but the daylight acted like a disinfectant, cleansing her of her thoughts. She even seemed unhappy if I hinted at it, so I let it drop. Through most of the cruise, she didn’t mention her fantasy.

We were shopping near the port on the last day of the cruise, when she saw a ceramic mask in a display case that caught her eye. It was colorful and had large feathers. With the mask on, she could be anonymous. I was surprised that how it captivated her interest and even more so when she bought it. I was afraid to mention that it fit her fantasy and was intrigued that she purchased it without my prodding. She wore it in our cabin that night and I don’t think that I have ever seen her so horny. Still, she made no mention of using it to fulfill her fantasy. But it was obvious what was going through her mind.

Back home, the mask sat in her underwear drawer forgotten for over two years. I won’t say that I had forgotten about it, but I assumed that we would never use it for its intended purpose.

We had purchased a gift certificate for a hotel in a silent auction and it was going to expire at the end of the calendar year. Perhaps it was a homage to her fantasy, but to my surprise she purchased tickets to a New Years Eve masquerade ball in a hotel that included a room. She wore the mask to the ball that evening. I made a few comments, but she told me not to get my hopes up and I resigned myself to just enjoying the evening and how beautiful she looked in her dress and the mask.

Like the night before the cruise, she allowed herself to have a few drinks and, like before, her inhibitions quickly dropped. Although most of the attendees to the ball were couples, as midnight approached there hall began to fill and were several single men now attending. My tipsy wife seemed to enjoy cavorting about, and she quickly drew the attention of several of them. I intentionally kept my distance and allowed her to dance with a few of them while I stood and watched nearby. She knew that I was allowing her to have some fun and she embraced the opportunity. At one point, she came back over to me, mainly to get another drink. I asked her if she was having fun, and I mentioned her fantasy. To my surprise, she just looked at me with a silly grin and asked if I would seriously allow it. “You have to ask first” was my reply. Her face now looking perplexed as if deep in thought, she paused. Then, without responding , she downed her drink in one gulp and returned to the dance floor without me.

Midnight came, we counted down the clock together, kissed and celebrated with champagne as normal couples do. However, in the chaos of the balloons, streamers and my trip back to the bar, I lost track of her. I eventually found her on the dance floor after the band started playing again. She was dancing with a tall black man in a brown suit and a dark black mask. I watched them dance. I thought they made an odd couple because she was over a foot shorter than him. She was also in a colorful dress and mask, and he was muted as could be. I didn’t interrupt even after he pulled her closer and they slow danced. The song ended and I remember looking at the clock just after she approached me. It was exactly twelve-twenty-seven. My wife looked me straight in the eyes and very seriously said, “I am asking”. My response was to hand her the card key for our hotel room assuming that they wanted to be alone. She said that I should be present for her security. I nodded my approval. Like that, we had agreed.

I found it odd that there was no conversation as she took him by the hand and led him to the elevator or through the corridors to our room. I just followed behind. I wondered if the two of them had discussed the details on the dance floor or is this something that is just expected of married white couples who pick up a random black man in a hotel? In the room, I sat on the chair and watched. They kissed briefly, but quickly undressed. Thinking back, I don’t believe we were in the room for two minutes before they were naked, and she was on top of him. I remember thinking that there was a condom in my toiletries and that I should get it. I arose, but before I could hand it to her, he was inside her. I decided not to interrupt.

I remember thinking that I should be jealous and that it was odd that I wasn’t. I was more intrigued by watching and realizing that the woman having sex in front of me was my wife. It was obvious that she was enjoying being with him. Over the next forty-five minutes, they had intercourse in several different positions. Mostly I moved around the bed and watched as they fucked. I could not comprehend how he could last so long as my wife orgasmed repeatedly. She finally signaled to him that she was getting tired and ready to finish. He understood and within a minute he ejaculated inside her.

He went to the bathroom and showered. I sat next to her on the bed and just held her. Only when we went to kiss did she remove her mask. Oddly I still had the unused condom in my hand. After he showered, we finally introduced ourselves. Still naked, my wife got out of bed, wrote her phone number on the notepad at the desk and handed it to him.

We have been meeting him about twice a month for over a year now.

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