The Anniversary Gift
written by:
Jayson Kay

As much as we would like to believe that we are all different and unique, most couples get married with very same hopes and dreams that can only be described as "traditional"... children, homeownership, family vacations, backyard BBQs, growing old together in a happy and monogamous marital bliss...

I know those were the kind of plans for the future I had on my wedding day. And yet here I find myself planning a 10th anniversary evening for my beloved wife with ideas that are anything but traditional... The big romantic gift I plan on giving her is not a diamond necklace, a trip to a day spa, or a getaway cruise... my gift to her will be a sexual adventure that will conclude with the one thing she's been craving for nearly two years... a big black cock!

Had someone told me on my wedding day that my wife would one day commit adultery right in front of me, (and on our anniversary no less!?), I probably would have been horrified. But that's the thing about life and relationships; they often venture far off their intended course. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes not. I must admit, as I sat in bed thinking about the night I had been planning, my heart was racing and my cock was throbbing. This unexpected detour our sex life had taken was definitely a good one.

I suppose the story of how we got to this point technically begins when I made friends with another lawyer at my firm named Darrell. Darrell was and is a very tall and lean black man with smooth, dark skin and a shaved head. He is always impeccably dressed and exudes confidence and style in every move he makes. He's the kind of guy that walks through the room and makes all the receptionists swoon with nothing more than a wink and a pleasant, "good morning."

But before we get into Darrell, I should explain a little more about my wife Stacey. She's a petite woman who stands a generous 5-foot-3 inches. Her family is of Italian decent and she has beautiful wavy dark hair and perfect olive skin. Her piercing green eyes often give away whatever emotions she might be trying to hide and her full lips are often set in a crooked grin that always turns me on. Despite her small size, her sexual appetite has always been both impressive and adventurous at the same time. It's one of the reasons I married her.

When we first started dating it took me several frustrating weeks just to get her in the bed. But once that barrier was broken it soon became clear that she had the sex drive to match any man. She was willing and able to go at it anywhere and at anytime.

And it wasn't just the frequency of our sex that amazed me; it was the way we did it. We almost never "made love". It was almost exclusively down and dirty fucking on an animalistic level. Even if things started romantically with tender kisses and passionate expressions of our love for each other, within a couple minutes her legs would inevitably end up tightly wrapped around my waist as I pulled her long dark hair and she urged for me to thrust deeper and harder...

And it's quite remarkable just how deep and hard she can take it. Like I said, Stacey is a petite woman. Despite having a rather shapely ass, she has never weighed more than 115 pounds. Many of my previous girlfriends, especially the petite ones like her, had often struggled with the size of my penis. Despite being what I consider to be average length, I am extremely thick. Where many girls complained about the pain and discomfort of taking my entire length, my little Stacey relished that pain. Her philosophy on intercourse has always been, "It's not good sex unless I'm still sore two days later."

Once married, our sex life didn't fall off or loose steam. If anything, it thrived. Even after years of marriage we would still often spend the weekends in bed, taking a break from sex only to eat or shower. One of our favorite games is to talk about our fantasies in the most graphic and crass way during our foreplay. It was during one of these fantasy discussions that Stacey once mentioned how the thought of being ravaged by two men at the same time had always turned her on. The thought of my innocent, petite wife being serviced by multiple cocks seemed to turn me on just as much as it did her. We had the most amazing sex that night as she talked about how good it would feel to ride another man's cock while I fucked her face... It wasn't long after that when we began talking about purchasing a sex toy to delve further into that scenario.

This is around the time that Darrell came into our lives. I was only a second year associate at our small law firm and Darrell was the new hire, fresh out of law school. We hit it off right away. We had a lot in common and were soon hanging out outside of work. The only bad thing about Darrell was his girlfriend Rhonda. She had the tendency to yap on about herself incessantly and was a classic "one upper"... any story you had, she had one that could top it.

Luckily though, Rhonda wasn't around for too long. A few months after Darrell started with the firm she found out about a blonde paralegal Darrell had been sneaking around with and she left.

That was the topic Stacey and I found ourselves discussing as we were walking up and down the isles at our local sex shop. We had finally decided to go ahead and purchase the aforementioned sex toy we had been planning to buy to further her three-way fantasy.

As we began checking out the various sizes and shapes of dildos Stacey casually mentioned, "You know, Rhonda used to always complain about the size of Darrell's penis..."

"Oh yeah," I absent mindedly replied. "What, was it too small?"

"No...," said Stacey. "According to her it was too big."

"Well I guess that won't be a problem for her anymore now that she's gone," I replied as we continued to search for the perfect dildo.

Just then Stacey stopped in front of a huge black dildo. It appeared to be at least 10-inches in length and was every bit as thick as mine.

"There is no way you could take all that," I pessimistically taunted her.

"Maybe not, but I'd sure like to try," she quickly replied with a hungry look in her big green eyes.

"That's rather ambitious of you," I joked. "I would have never guessed you'd pick the biggest and blackest one in the store. Are you sure this is the one you want?" I asked.

"Maybe it's all this Darrell talk has got me thinking big and black," she slyly replied giving me a quick wink and flashing that mischievous crooked little grin of hers.

"Hmmm. Should I be concerned now that I know he likes white girls and you apparently have a craving for black meat," I replied half joking, half serious.

"I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't occurred to me before," she bluntly replied.

"But don't worry," she spoke in a hushed tone. "I would never do anything like that without your permission."

The statement hung in the air for a moment and then she pulled me in close for a quick hug. We both became aware of my rock hard member throbbing between us as we embraced.

We quickly paid for the dildo and hurriedly walked to the car, knowing a night of exploration lay ahead of us. I lost count of how many times she came that night but I do remember the last time. She had just finished greedily sucking every last drop of cum from my cock as she buried her big black dildo deep inside her quivering snatch. I had never seen her so satisfied in my life.

This fantasizing about sharing my wife with a black man, and specifically Darrell, went on for nearly another two years. We only brought the toy out on special occasions but when we did, Stacey would always have some of the most intense orgasms I had ever seen her have... cumming until her whole body shook as she gasped for me to stuff the big black cock into her deeper and deeper.

Of course, Darrell had no idea that we had ever fantasized or entertained any such ideas. Then one night the three of us went out for dinner. As we shared a bottle of wine I noticed that Stacey began to get a little flirtatious with him.

It started with some light touching of his forearm as they conversed and then soon she was leaning in a little closer to him in the tight booth we were sharing. At one point Stacey glanced at me as if to say, "Is this okay?"

To which I eagerly nodded my head, "Yes".

I noticed Darrell peaking down my wife's top, getting what I assume was probably a great view of her tits. Stacey is only a B-cup but on her petite frame, they're are quite shapely and her cleavage can be rather enticing. He had commented on many occasions at how beautiful he thought Stacey was, so I know he must have enjoyed the attention. Later that night they ended up dancing and she pulled him in tight. I could actually see the moral struggle play out across his face as he debated on just how to react to Stacey's wanton behavior.

Later that night as I fucked her from behind she told me that Darrell had been a perfect gentleman and not crossed the line as they danced, but that she could feel his dick swell and press against her belly as they danced.

"It was so big... and I felt so sexy with his cock pressed against me as you watched us dance," she gasped as I rammed into her balls deep.

Her cunt gripped hard on my member as I blew my load deep inside her. Right then I decided that I was going to take our fantasy to the next level. I was going to give her Darrell as an anniversary gift.

*********

There is no easy way to start a conversation in which you plan on asking your friend to fuck your wife... Saying, "hey, did you see the Knicks game last night? Carmello Anthony scored 40 points... want to help me tag team my wife this weekend?" doesn't quite work.

So I decided it was best to go a more subtle route than that... I started talking about Stacey in general. I mentioned to Darrell that I had gotten home from work the night before and she was wearing a short skirt... I said something about how lucky I am that she's still so attractive after all these years.

"Yeah I must say, Stacey has still got it going on. You lucky we're friends ‘cause if not I might have to go after her," Darrell joked... playing right into my hand.

"Yeah I noticed she was getting real close to you on that last dance," I responded.

Darrell froze, unsure of how to respond.

"Don't worry," I reassured him, "I know how aggressive Stacey can be. When she wants something she goes after it.

"I think it was just the wine," Darrell suggested, trying to play off the idea that Stacey was interested in him.

"No way..." I replied, "She's had the hots for you for two years now. And don't worry... It doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I have a plan..."

It took several more minutes to convince him that I wasn't jealous and that this wasn't a bizarre trap or loyalty test. But once I explained that she had a three-way fantasy that I wished to fulfill, he was soon on board.

*******

I knew Stacey would suspect something was up if I invited Darrell along on our anniversary night so the plan was that we would coincidentally run into him after dinner at a club.

She already knew I had reserved a room at the Four Seasons for the night so my big fear was that she might get so horny at dinner that she would want to skip dancing altogether. Luckily for me though, she was thrilled when I suggested dancing.

"You thought of every tonight," she gleefully replied.

She has no idea, I thought to myself.

When we got to the club I ordered a couple of drinks and we watched the dance floor for a bit. The plan was to have Stacey spot Darrell as opposed to him coming over to us, which might be too obvious.

Sure enough she spotted him after a few minutes dancing with a curvy redhead.

"Isn't that Darrel?" she asked.

I pretended to be unsure and when the song ended she went out to the floor to bring him back. "I told you it was Darrell!" she said walking back to the table with him hand in hand.

I explained to him that it was our anniversary and soon he was buying us celebratory shots. I knew as soon as the shots hit Stacey she would be flirting with Darrell just like last time. Only Darrell was prepared now. When she leaned in to him, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around her waist.

"Mmmm, you smell nice," she said as she took a sip and Darrel leaned in closer.

She gave me a quick wink and I gave my usual little nod of approval, letting her know she was free to flirt.

"Why don't you two go dance while I find the bathroom," I suggested and off we all went.

Of course I didn't go to the bathroom; I found a spot to watch the show. And they did not disappoint. There were some swaying hips (Stacey), some straying hands (Darrell), and before the song was over there was some serious grinding action.

I watched as they danced two more songs together. The bumping and grinding escalated and I'm sure I wasn't the only one enjoying the spectacle of the horny interracial couple practically dry humping on the dance floor. At one point Darrell had both his hands on my wife's ass; squeezing tightly as she pressed her face in close to his chest.

Finally, they made it back to our table and Darrell, as planned, announced that he had to call it a night. Stacey was visibly disappointed but Darrell insisted and made his way to the exit, not before wishing us a happy anniversary and stealing a quick peck on the lips from Stacey... who was of course now so drunk from lust she was practically floating.

Stacey and I then settled up our tab soon after and headed to the dance floor for one quick spin of our own. I could feel her nipples poking through her top and pressing against my chest.

"I'm really horny right now," she whispered into my ear, "let's go back to the hotel."

And with that we were off. When Darrell and I planned the night out we had thought about just telling her about our three-way plan right there in the club but then I had some reservations... As much as we had discussed this fantasy, and as attracted to Darrell as my wife was, we had still never crossed this line before and I wanted to make sure she was willing to go through with this. I figured the car ride over to the hotel would be the perfect time to talk and gauge her seriousness.

"So you and Darrell were really getting hot and heavy on the dance floor," I mentioned as I rested my hand on her thigh.

"Mmmmm... that man is a dream," she gasped as she slid my hand further up her leg and under her dress. "Feel how wet he made me..."

I slid my middle finger down to her panties and sure enough, they were warm and soaking wet.

"Well why didn't you take him home then silly girl, I'm sure you could have had him," I replied as I rubbed her clit through the panties.

"Because we always said that I would never go that far without your permission first honey," was her response.

We were pulling up to the hotel now and I had to pull my hand from beneath her skirt and pull into a parking space.

As I put the car in park I turned and looked at her dead in the eyes... "Well just so you know," I began. "The next time he makes you that hot, you have my permission."

She leaned over and kissed me deep on the lips. "I love you so much for accepting me as I am," she said.

"And..." she paused. "I'm really looking forward to the next time the three of us go out, because I am going to take you up on the offer," she said with a wink before getting out of the car.

And that was my cue... As we made our way through the lobby I managed to send Darrell a quick text. "We're on!" I wrote and hit send.

Once in the room Stacey took her time checking out the digs before changing into a rather sexy white nightgown I had always been fond of. Just then there was a knock at the door.

Stacey looked over at me suspiciously. "What is that? Are you up to something?" she questioned.

"Well... I think it's probably your surprise anniversary gift but you'll have to go to the door to see," I replied.

She nervously walked over to the door, unsure of the situation. When she looked into the peep hole and saw Darrell patiently standing there, she didn't actually open the door, she just gasped.

"Oh my god," she said as she spun around to look at me. "I can't believe you did this."

For a second I was afraid she had gotten cold feet. "I thought you'd be happy," I nervously explained.

"Happy doesn't even begin to describe it..." she replied, reassuring me that she did indeed want this. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she repeated as she started to turn the door handle.

She paused just before she opened the door and looked back at me... "Last chance to stop me," she said, "because if I open this door, I'm going to let your friend fuck me."

My dick was rock hard and my heart was racing... "Open it," I implored.

And she did. Darrell stood at the entrance with a nervous grin plastered across his face. He looked like he had just won the lottery.

"Damn for a second I thought you weren't going to let me in," he laughingly said as he stepped in and took Stacey in his arms.

He wrapped his massive black hands around her ass cheeks and kicked the door shut behind him. Within seconds they were tongue kissing like teenagers and I could hear my wife's muffled moans as they went at it.

Stacey broke their kiss and began working her lips down Darrell's neck, unbuttoning his dress shirt as she went. As she dropped to her knees he let his dress shirt fall to the floor and pulled off his under shirt. His well toned black skin glistened in the orange glow from the lamp by the bed.

I watched as my wife kissed Darrell's flat hard stomach and nervously fumbled with his belt buckle; her hands trembling as she tried to undue it to no avail.

Darrell took a step back and undid the belt on his own as Stacey watched intently. I was completely forgotten as his trousers hit the floor and he stood there in his boxer briefs, waiting for her to take over.

Stacey slowly peeled down his briefs and the half erect massive black snake she had coveted for so long sprung out. She tenderly kissed the head and inhaled deeply, as if trying to savor the moment.

"I've wanted to suck this cock for so long," she said to Darrell as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gently tugged.

"Well it's yours now,' he replied, as if she needed any invitation. She slowly swirled her expert tongue around his tip as the massive snake grew and grew in length. He was at least 8 or 9 inches now fully erect and every bit as thick as me. The black dildo we had purchased was nearly a perfect match. The thought occurred to me that Stacey had been more or less "training" for this moment for two years now and I chuckled.

"Are you going to join us?" Darrell asked, suddenly reminded of my presence.

"I will later, I just want to watch for now," I replied as my loving wife opened her mouth wider and began sucking as much of the black cock into her mouth as she could.

Darrell began to slowly pump his length into her mouth, unsure of how much she could take... I saw a look of surprise on his face when Stacey began to greedily pull him forward by his ass cheeks, sucking at least most of his dong into her warm wet mouth.

"Damn..." was all Darrell could manage.

The pumping into Stacey's mouth quickly progressed to full on face fucking. Stacey encouraged Darrell with her animalistic groans and I could see he was going in as deep and hard as he could. Stacey kept up for a few strokes and then pulled off to keep from gagging and gasped for air.

"Oh my god that a big fucking cock," she exclaimed and lowered her head to suck in one of Darrell's massive balls.

Stacey alternated balls, slobbering all over Darrell's sack for a couple of minutes before finally standing up and demanding, "Take me to the bed... I need to feel you inside of me."

Darrell picked her up by the waist and carried her across the room to the bed, dropping hd her onto the mattress. She lay on her back and instinctively pulled up her nightgown to provide Darrell with easier access. As he stepped forward and began rubbing his tip against her sex she turned and looked at me.

"Do you wanna watch me fuck your friend?" she asked.

"Go ahead... Show me what kind of whore you are," I responded, knowing how much it turned her on to be called that name during sex.

"Come closer," she ordered. I walked to the side of the bed just within arm reach of Stacey as Darrell stood at the foot of the bed and began pushing his tip into her cunt.

I watched as his black cock inched into Stacey's tight, shaved white pussy. I felt her hands grabbing my crotch through my pants.

"Take them off," she again ordered, and I did.

She wrapped her fingers around my hard cock as Darrell thrust forward, about half his length was now in her and she grimaced.

"She's so tight," he exclaimed. "I don't want to hurt her."

"Don't worry," I reassured him. "She can take anything you can give her."

And with that he began to pump in deeper and harder.

Stacey was now groaning with pleasure. I leaned forward so that my cock was poking the side of her mouth.

"More... more..." she begged as Darrell was now ramming nearly his entire length into her cunt. His balls began slapping against her as she ran her tongue wildly up and down my shaft.

Darrell continued to ram his into her and she let out a gasp that was half pain and half pleasure. Darrell paused for a moment and she begged him not to stop. She was too lost in ecstasy now to really suck me off. She resorted to jerking my length as I played with her long erect nipples through her gown.

"I'm gonna cum," she squealed and Darrell pushed his entire length in, balls deep and held it there as Stacey twitched and moaned, her orgasm shaking her entire body.

We stayed in that position for a minute -him buried deep in her twat and her fingers wrapped around my cock- as she caught her breath and began to gently suck me off. Darrell resumed pumping away and I marveled at his stamina... I was close to cumming myself.

Stacey could see that I was close and said, "Wait, not yet... I want to get on all fours so you can fuck my face while Darrell fucks me from behind."

I love how explicit and dirty Stacey gets during sex. This is a woman who hardly ever curses in regular life but in the bedroom she's capable of saying the most dirty and offensive things.

Darrell climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind Stacey. At first I just watched her face as he began to slowly resume the deep fucking he had been giving her from the other position... locking eyes with her as her face alternated between the pain and discomfort of trying to accommodate such a large penis to pure ecstasy as they got into rhythm was one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen.

I stepped forward and placed my ragging hard on against her inviting lips. She began to softly suck on my head as I ran my fingers through her hair.

As she opened her mouth to let me slide in deeper I took a tighter grip on her hair.

"Lets fuck this bitch harder," I encouraged Darrell, who immediately started thrusting deeper and harder.

Stacey opened her mouth as wide as she could now and I began to match Darrell's thrusts. We found a nice rhythm, him thrusting forward, forcing her mouth down my shaft and then me thrusting back, forcing her down his length.

His balls were violently slapping into her ass and she was moaning on my dick. I could tell she was struggling to keep up and that she loved it.

"Is this what you wanted?" I tauntingly asked her.

She replied with muffled groans of ecstasy and I could feel the vibrations from her throat on my cock.

"You're such a dirty little whore," I taunted as her eyes rolled back into her head.

I was ready to climax and so was she... I pulled my cock from her mouth and she began gasping for air. Darrell pumped harder and harder as I jerked away.

I held back as long as I could and then finally let loose with a wave of warm sticky cum that landed right on her lips just as her orgasm hit. It was all she could do to open her mouth to take in the next wave of my seed.

I jerked every drop I had left into her mouth and she swallowed it back and collapsed forward on the bed, rolling over onto her back as Darrell watched on, stoking his cock. He wasn't done yet and he pulled her to him and shoved his length back into her with no regard for her comfort... He was no longer trying to be gentle with her, and I knew that was what she wanted.

As he slammed into her pussy much of my seed was still smeared across her face.

"I want you to cum in me," she begged as he slammed in balls deep and held his cock in place.

"What?" he taunted her. "I didn't hear you... louder."

"Please cum in my pussy," she begged, almost crying. "Please please..."

And with that his face scrunched up and he exploded deep inside her.

She closed her eyes and a satisfied crooked little grin spread across her face. She was exhausted and sore from the best fucking of her life... and if I have learned anything about my wife's sexual appetite over the years, I knew this night was still far from being over...