My husband has been bothering me for many years with a fantasy of seeing me taken by another man, preferably black, and preferably very well endowed. I initially was very concerned with the fact that maybe he doesn't like me anymore or could understand why he wanted me to go through with such a thing. Many years passed, the fantasy was still a fantasy and very much being brought up regularly. One day though, as we were out of town visiting, we found ourselves at the hotel bar with a great tasting cocktail in front of us, which i liked so much i wanted another, and then another....I think it was after the third cocktail when the bartender - a cute slim black guy, maybe in his early thirties, asked me if i enjoy that cocktail at least as much as he enjoys looking at me. I laughed instantly spitting out my drink, and turned to my husband and said "did you hear that?" "this guy says I am even better than this drink!" My husband put on a smirk, raised an eyebrow and tilted his head towards the bartender, as if he was telling me to play along... Sooo.. without thinking too much i turn to the bartender and tell him "Well, if you say you like me so much why don't you show me, I am in room 804" He winked at me, made me another drink and didn't say another word. After me and my hubby finished up our drinks we went back to our room thinking the night was over, we were a bit turned on by the verbal exchange i had earlier, but didn't think too much. We started getting ready for bed, I took a shower, and was drying off when i heard a knock on our door and my hubby talking softly with another man. He opened the bathroom door just slightly and put his head in the opening saying "well your bartender is here...He says you invited him over, did you?" "I guess I did, didn't I?" I replied feeling a rush to my head which on top of those 4 cocktails i had earlier was making me all sorts of dizzy... "Well come out to greet your guest then!" says my hubby with a shaky voice, probably realizing that his fantasy could come true and not knowing if he really wanted it that bad after all. I wrapped my body in a towel, but kind of loose as my hands were shaky... and went out of the bathroom to see what is going on. The bartender was there, introduced himself and said he wanted to have a chance to make good on his words earlier. He didn't finish his sentence as my towel dropped on the floor on its own, exposing me bare naked and freshly showered. I honestly do not remember how his head got so deep between my legs and when i ended up on the bed with my legs up and spread apart. My husband remained quiet for the rest of the evening, planting himself in the only armchair in the room and watching in disbelief as his wife is being impaled by a black cock twice as long as his and quite a bit thicker. We were so surprised by the event and so taken by the drinks and the excitement that none of us remembered to ask the guy to wear protection so he basically went RAW inside me for about 90 minutes - all i know is that it was past 1 AM when he left me face down on the bed, dripping cum from my swollen, red pussy. He left thanking my hubby for the opportunity, asking when will we be back in town. That's how i remember it anyway. I recall my husband softly whispering in my ear "SLUT" before he started fucking me as well although I know i was so loose and so full of cum I didn't feel much of him that night. Or for the next 2 weeks or so... The next day and the next few weeks we were acting like newlyweds, like two crazed lovebirds, could get enough of each other - high on the experience i had that night. How can one not want this as a lifestyle going forward?