After my regular trawl on Plenty of Fish I showed my wife Beth the profiles that had stood out from the usual few dozen messages we had received that day. The one that had set my pulse racing was from a guy named Peter from the South Manchester area. Tall and muscular. In a boxers pose,complete with gloves,the pic had obviously been taken in the gym. He was extremely good looking and,looks apart, as I dont consider myself ugly,he was everything I am not. I thought she wouldnt take a second glance. He was black, and in truth she had never shown an interest in that direction. I was gobsmacked when she immediately decided she would reply to him. My God The throat went dry. A cuckolds dream might be on the cards?? Three texts later that Friday evening followed by a phonecall out of earshot and a meeting the following day was arranged I think deep down I expected a change of mind but at around eight that Saturday night I was chauffeuring Beth to a pub midway to Peters house,a place he had suggested. It was a beautiful,warm early summer evening and she wore a thin,light cotton dress buttoned down the front,thin see through white lacey bra and matching French knickers with very wide leg openings for easy access and,in my opinion far sexier than the in vogue thong It is not so long ago that I cant remember the pounding of my heart or dryness of throat. I asked,but Beth declared herself not in the least bit nervous. We spotted Peter sat in his car and I noted his registration before Beth went to meet him. As I came back around the one way system they were walking towards the pub entrance. She looked tiny alongside his six foot two inch muscular frame. They didnt notice me drive by as they chatted Beth text me around nine whilst Peter was at the bar. She told me what a nice guy he was. Courteous and she thought,just a little nervous. She had arranged to go home with him after another drink and sent me his address as a safety first step The next text,around ten let me know she had arrived safely and that he would bring her home later. I couldnt believe this was happening and found myself constantly re-reading her texts just to confirm. I wasnt dreaming Her next text arrived around one in the morning”on my way home. Four times” I immediately knew what she meant. A couple of weeks earlier she had spent the night in a Holiday inn in Bolton and had been fucked three times plus once the following morning by her middle aged lover. Impressive,I thought at the time I heard the car pull up outside as I lay on the bed. I had hoped to watch them share a kiss but the darkness spoiled that. Funny,I’ve watched her do most things but never kissing another man I watched as she waved him goodbye,as doubtless did some of our nosey neighbours Beth was on fire when she came upstairs a few minutes later. The underwear was missing. Presumably in her bag She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top. My cock felt inadequate in her sloppy,squelching pussy.” He was a fantastic kisser” she told me. “But a little nervous”. Not the stereotype black stallion we had both envisaged,but instead an absolute gentleman. She told how they sat on the sofa kissing and how he ran his hands over her body giving her goosebumps. It was she who suggested bed where she stood in front of him as he sat on the bed and undressed her She admitted that having layed her naked on the bed she felt a certain trepidation as he undressed. She didnt want to see something that dangled halfway to his knee but was relieved to see what she describes as a thick veiny but average length cock. Very dark and very lovely. She later qualified average as being around eight inches?? Wow!! Is that average? It took me all of ten minutes to add my load to that already swimming around inside Beth. She continued thrusting her pelvis long after I had gone soft and slipped out For me it had all been too much. The excitement,hours of waiting with my imagination playing havoc with my mind and then finally,the realisation that all had come true. I slipped into a deep sleep. Beth I think had thoughts ten miles across town. It was too late now to put the genie back in the bottle. Not that I wanted to. Nor did she The Sunday was about listening to what they had talked about,his job,family hobbies and of course what a considerate,skilful and incredibly energetic lover Peter was Eleven out of ten was the score she awarded him. She also mentioned they would be meeting again the following Saturday when he would not have to be up for work the following day...