I shook my head while Leroy and my husband laughed. The two continued to chat as my husband continued handing out the drinks. I felt slightly light headed as I stared across at Leroy. Without his blazer on, his white buttoned down shirt clung close to his muscular frame.

A bit of warmth began to flood between my legs as I imagined him shirtless. I figured I had a few too many drinks. My husband seemed to take notice and gently rubbed my inner thigh, right in front of Leroy.

"Hey honey, remember when we talked about each other's fantasies?" My husband whispered, leaning in close.

I did indeed remember. While drunk one night, we decided to joke about our deepest fantasies. He had mentioned that he wanted to be cucked.

Initially, I had misheard what he had said and thought he had said he wanted to be fucked. My husband had laughed and told me about what a cuckold was. He wanted another man to make love to me, right in front of him. It was a strange fantasy, but I always figured that everyone's deepest fantasy was a little strange.

"Uh... yeah, why are you asking now?" I whispered back.

"Because, I want to see you with him," he replied as he gently pressed his hand between my legs.

I looked over at Leroy in surprise to see the big black man smiling and staring back at me. I couldn't believe that my husband would just spout this out at me. He most likely already talked with Leroy about it, judging by his response.

"Really? Now? Are... are you sure?" I questioned.

When my husband had told me about his fantasy, I had agreed to fulfill it. I didn't think of it as much of a big deal. It always seemed odd to me that a lot of people had a difficult time splitting sex out from the relationship. But now, with my husband leaning against me, asking me, I did feel somewhat at odds with my thoughts.

"Come on... you said you would. And there's no one I would trust more than Leroy," he answered.

"If it's really what you want..." I whispered back, still feeling somewhat lightheaded.

"Perfect," he replied as he nodded at Leroy.

"Aight man, but like I told you before, once I start going, there ain't no stopping me," Leroy said.

I had never been with a black man, but from the several ex-boyfriends I've had, I always found it amusing how out of touch men were. Their libido made them think they were porn stars, able to last in bed for hours at a time. It was quite amusing, and I couldn't help but smile at Leroy's comment.

Leroy unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his massive, muscular, ebony frame beneath. My body grew hot at the sight. He was like a man chiseled out of marble. His massively wide chest narrowed down at his waist, where his six... no eight pack of abs supported the hulking frame. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it off to the side, leaning back on the massage chair in just his dress pants.

"Why don't you get on over here and unleash the beast?" He asked as he grabbed at his crotch.

I glanced over at my husband as he nodded and gave me a kiss on the lips. My lips pursed as I made my way over to Leroy. I actually began to feel excited as I got on my knees in front of him. My whole body was on fire, though I wasn't sure if it was because of the drinks or the anxiousness.

I undid his belt first, quickly unbuckling and moving it aside. Leaning in, I gently undid the button of his pants. My heart raced as I unzipped his pants and opened it up.

He was wearing black boxer briefs, and I saw a huge bump between his legs. It trailed down his left leg, right against his thigh. I gasped as I stared at the thickness of the hidden member.

"Wait... that's not..." I started.

"Hm? Oh, you know what that is," Leroy replied.

"No, it can't be..." I whispered.

"Go on, take it out," Leroy said.

My fingers dug into his waistband and I looked up at him. He smiled and stood up, letting me pull down his boxer briefs along with his pants. I could have sworn that even my husband, from across the room, could hear my heart beating away in anticipation.

"OH MY GOD!" I blurted as something flew out from between his legs.