It is my favorite photograph because the woman getting fucked by this large black man is my wife. I shot the photograph.

It began at Mardi Gras last year. My wife lets go here, one of the few places she can let go where no one from our small town knows her. She was flirting as she does with three or four drinks in her. I was cruising the room trading beads for flashes.

We married very young, have survived her having an angry-at-her-husband-affair in her late 20’s, our kids growing up and leaving home, and now in our empty-nest roles we rediscovered the sexual side of ourselves.

Deanna and I have always been creative in our sexual playing, ranging from pornos to reading erotic stories and being open to trying something new. At Mardi Gras she had discovered the rush from her flashing for beads, the appreciating glances, the photos, the compliments of the men, and the exhibitionism of it.

I enjoyed this goody-two-shoes former Sunday school teacher stepping outside herself to boldly expose her breasts to strangers, and we often go back to the room, take off the beads – and our clothes, and go at each other with a special horniness and passion. We made Mardi Gras a regular thing for a place we could go and unleash our wild sides.

In a few isolated instances that I found unbelievably erotic, she has let a guy kiss her nipple for beads, which was beyond what I ever dreamed I would see her do.

At Mardi Gras she came up to me and points to a large black guy on the balcony. He was about 6’3” tall with a body builder frame. “He’s all over me,” she said, “And he’s so hot.” As I watched, a redhead girl flashed near the large black guy. While her top was still up above her breasts, he walked up behind her and whispered in her ear, and moved his hands around her and caressed her bare breasts, his large black hands in stark contrast over her pale white breasts, fingers spread, her small nipples rock hard between his fingers.

I thought that would be a great shot with a similar shot with Deanna, with his black hands on her bare breasts, and I had had enough drinks. “I want a picture of you with him.” She told him, he moved behind her, his hands on her waist. She simply grabbed his wrists and moved his hands to her boobs outside her top. Not what I wanted but it was a bold step for her just the same.

Afterward she introduced him to me, we shook hands, he complimented me on having such a beautiful wife, and we exchanged cards. It was clear Deanna was very turned on to him.

We went to the room almost immediately, climbed on the bed and as she was sucking my cock she mumbled between licks, said “We’ve talked about me doing another guy, he could be the one.” When we fucked and she was soaked, loud, and more animated than usual. In the afterglow I asked her, “Were you thinking about him while we fucked?”

“Yes.” she answered. The fact she had even been flirting with him was more that I ever expected.

On the long drive home she mentioned how and how turned on she was by him, and before we were home he came up in the conversation three or four more times.

I asked if was because he was black. “Not really,” she said. “It doesn’t hurt, you know, that’s a fantasy of mine. I had his card and emailed him a copy of the photo of him with his hands over her clothed boobs. He answered.

Our hot tub conversations were getting more erotic as we talked about her going further with him. I finally sent him an email starting off, “This may be a strange email for you but if it is please ignore it” and basically told him we had had a long time fantasy of my watching her with another man and she felt he might be the guy.

OK, I had done it, I had initiated it. And I checked the email a half dozen times. No answer. Then he answered. My heart was pounding as I opened the email, and yes, he was interested as long as we could be discreet. What followed was a half-dozen email exchanges between he and I discussing how things would play out, condoms used, no drugs, our expectations, his, etc. A week out he and Deanna talked on the phone—for an hour.

When she hung up I asked her what he said. “Nothing erotic, he just wanted me to feel comfortable with everything. And I am.” I remember as she left the room thinking to myself, “Damn, she’s actually going to do it.”

He asked if she had any special requests in his next email, and she told me to respond. I emailed him letting him know that he would be the third man to ever fuck her, that we planned on drinks, dinner, and going back to the hotel if the vibe was right. I added that my wife was multi-orgasmic, has very sensitive nipples, and gives great blow jobs. I would be there the whole time, photographing, filming, and not to be surprised at some point if she wanted to suck me while he fucked her, as that was one of her long time fantasies too.

“I’m looking forward to it happening,” was the most my wife would say, avoiding talking about it too much for my tendency she describes as “talking something to death.”

I went to the drugstore and bought a dozen condoms. I felt a bit strange standing in front of the condom section in the drugstore selecting condoms for another man to use on my wife.

In the hotel bar on the Saturday we were to meet. Deanna asked the time three times in 10 minutes, and finally she said, “That’s him.”

During dinner he went to the restroom. She stayed with me. “Everything ok?” I asked.

“Everything’s great,” she said.

“Have you shown him how sheer your top is yet?”

“No, but I think he’s noticed,” she laughed.

In the elevator Deanna looked up at him, smiled, and removed her jacket, her blouse sheer under the elevator lights. He pulled her into his arms for a kiss this time fondling her breast through the top. I led the way to the room, opened to door, and sat down in the easy chair in the corner with camera in hand, and watched as this large black man began what would be the fucking of my wife over 20 years—she didn’t need any seduction—she wanted it. There kissing took on an urgency now--it was foreplay.

She was gasping for breath as they kissed, giving a guttaral groan as they kissed. She wanted him. He took off his shirt.

He broke the kiss and slid the straps of her top off her shoulders, and down, her bare breasts coming into view and his hands seeking them as they kissed. She slipped her arms out and wrapped them up around his neck. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples while his palms were on the side of her breast. She was moaning, very loud now.

They broke the kiss and her hands went to his belt, eagerly unbuckling it, letting them drop. His hard-on was bulging out in his briefs, and Deanna touched it for only an instant outside the cloth before sliding his briefs halfway down his thighs with one hand, and her other hand seeking his cock, wrapping her fingers around it, pulling it out, instantly taking it in her mouth, one hand at the base of his hard black cock, the other hand cupping his balls.

I was awestruck at my beautiful wife eagerly bobbing her head up and down on his hard cock. Videos or photos cannot describe of how erotic this was. He was smiling, leaning back, his hands moved behind his head, and I understood the feeling, knowing what one of her blow jobs feel like. He bunched her long hair and held it up so he could see her sucking him better. I had never heard her make the noises of need, lust, and desire that were coming from her as she sucked him. She finally let go of him and he moved to the bed, sat down, and she followed, kneeling between his legs, continuing to suck his cock as he played with her breasts, caressed her hair, his hand on the back of her head. She devoured his cock.

He pulled her up, and she stood. He unbuttoned her pants, slid them down, leaving her in tiny black panties, and he kissed her, his hand on her ass, his fingers probing, slipping a finger under the leg of her panties, into her pussy from behind, while they kissed. He sucked on her breasts as he then stripped her of her panties, and she was naked.

He stood up from the bed, they embraced and kissed again, her creamy white flesh contrasting against his hard so very black body, and he turned her around. She lay back on the bed, waiting, anticipating, and he scooted her forward, her ass on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and began to lick her bare pussy, reaching up and tweaking her nipples as he did. She gave a long almost growl/moan and raised her ass off the bed as he licked her pussy, grinding her pussy into his face, cumming as she did, or at least very close too it, gasping, “Oh My God, Oh My God,” changing to Oh, Oh!, OH, in rapid succession as he continued until she collapsed, grabbing deep breaths. She lay there for a moment or two, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, and he stood up. She rose too and began again to suck his cock.

He reached for the nightstand where the rubbers lay, watching her suck his cock and finally pulling away and rolling the condom down his cock. Deanna took over rolling the condom down his cock, using her mouth for the last inch or so.

He rolled her to her side and he nudged her ass, and she moved obediently to her hands and knees, openly offering her pussy to him from behind, pushing her ass toward him, her waiting pussy clearly visible and wet as she crept back on her knees into position and waiting for him to step to her body and shove her first black cock inside her.

She backed her pussy up toward him, leaning over, her bare pussy protruding between her legs in perfect position for him and he reached down with his hand, rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit a single time, coating it with her dripping juices, and leaving the tip of his cock just at her opening, grabbing her hips on both sides with his hands slid his cock all the way inside her in a single stroke. I expected a moan as he slid inside her, a change to her expression, a gasp, but she was silent as he went into her, absorbing the feeling. He exhaled a loud “Ahhhhhhhhh” as he went inside her.

“Yessss” she said through her clenched teeth. I watched intently wondered if this moment had changed things and how. All this was happening in a millisecond, and as he held his cock inside her without moving that she groaned, “Oh God, YESS” and he started to move.

As he started to pull out on that first stroke she came alive, loud, with a long slow moan, all the anticipation, the talk, the wondering, the fantasies, the stories, the pornos had all come down to this one moment, and her long loud moan held all of that, followed quick with, “OH God that feels soo good,” she breathed, and he rhythmically began pounding his cock in and out of her pussy, hard, stroking and stroking, pulling her ass toward him to meet his thrusts, the impact bouncing her boobs wildly, and her hair falling down in her face, her beautiful face twisted in pleasure and in pure lust. “Ohhh Fuck me,” she gasped. I watched in absolute amazement as she took her first black cock, the third cock of her entire life.

She grunted with each thrust inside her. “Oh Yess,” she exclaimed, calling him by name. One of her lifelong fantasies was happening right before my eyes. He pounded her pussy, over and over, in and out, and I moved to the side, watching the light from the lamp appear and disappear between them as their bodies parted and joined again, always connected by that round black cock embedded in her pussy, their bodies separated on his withdrawal except for the cock connection.

“You like that?” he asked as they fucked.

“I love how you fuck me,” she moaned. He fucked her so long that it would have almost been boring had it not been so utterly exciting, fucking her, fucking my wife, with my permission, encouragement, and viewing until he started some soft moans of his own and her grunts, gasps and moans joined his in a rhythmic fuck symphony, the slap of his flesh against hers a rhythmic accompaniment of “slap, slap, slap, slap” each time his pelvis met her ass, going deep as possible inside her as their bodies collided.

She came again, very loud, and he withdrew. I thought he was through, but he readjusted the condom, and reached down to her ankles. He scooted her back. She leaned head down further, he reached down and pulled her hair back, sliding his cock back inside my wife as he did, ramming it into her over and over, her gasps and grunts keeping perfect rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed like 15 minutes but I’m sure it was less.

He took her left arm and pulled it back, holding it behind her back with one hand, their fingers intertwined, the other on her hip, pulling her onto his cock each time he shoved his torso forward, impaling her wet pussy onto him, leaning forward a couple of times to caress her breasts as he fucked her. He started to move his hand from her breast and she put her hand over his, keeping it there while he fucked her. She got so loud that she buried her face into her pillow, screaming “YESSSSSSSS” “OH GOD YESSSS” as she go lost in her fucking. He started gasping himself and finally came, holding his cock inside her a long time after he did, caressing her back, running his hand up to her breasts, until he eventually pulled out, stripped off his rubber, and walked into the bathroom to flush it.

Deanna rolled to her back, her legs spread, naked, smiling as he walked back into the room. He crawled onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, holding her, and she lowered her hand to wrap it around his soft cock.

We all just sat there in silence. I had witnessed the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. I watched the pale naked woman I had married curl up in the embrace of this large dark man she had just fucked. Everyone was smiling.

This happened in April, they rested briefly and went at it several more times that night and the next morning. It was positive and enjoyable, and I did not think it would be the last time it happened--it wasn't.