Pt. 1 HUSBAND:

Good day to you, sir.

We’ve never met before–I would remember your face if we had–perhaps this is your first time attending this after-office soiree. If so, then I bid you welcome. I hope the alcohol has been satisfying to your taste. You should try the horderves; they’re exquisitely delightful. 

Have you made the rounds in the room? I fancy you’ll encounter some very interesting people here besides myself . . . and my wife. By the way, have you by chance met my wife? Possibly you’ve encountered her around but didn’t know who she was. Come, let me show you. Ah, there she is across the room . . . the woman in the white cardigan holding the glass of red wine in her hand, that’s her. Her name’s Courtney, mine is Russell; a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

I believe you would make for an ideal friend for my wife. You have the apparent attributes she sees in a man: tall, debonair, broad-shouldered, and most especially, you’re black. I’m sorry if that startles you, but my wife has an attraction towards black men that I reckon is unmatched by any other woman in this room. Usually what you see is what you get, but with Courtney, I’ll advise you to look past the surface. Her demure outlook bears nothing to the sort of woman she is when nobody around is watching. Nobody besides myself.

There is no way I can say this without sounding crazy, and I hope you won’t consider me as such, but my wife is a horny, cheating slut. Courtney loves to cheat behind my back. She often gets a kick out of me looking for her and inevitably finding her in mid-coitus with someone, usually a handsome black stranger like yourself. Have you noticed the way she laughs and corresponds with most of the men hovering around her? You would think she’s moving up in the corporate world, but actually, she’s scooping out the men, trying to see which would make for a worthy partner in bed. I can tell neither have aroused her desire because they’re all white–black men are her preference.

The greatest thing God ever created was a black man’s cock!

I would like it if you could do me the most incredible favour of walking up to her and talking with her. I know she would find you attractive–as I mentioned before, you’ve got the right qualities she could seek for in a man–I would prefer hooking her up with someone she would like than allowing her to keep seeking men without me being aware. And sure, I don’t know you–we’ve only just met–you’re probably wondering why I would dare to entrust such a task upon someone I’d just met. Call it serendipity, if you will. You most certainly can turn down my offer right here and now, and I won’t fuss about it . . . but why would you want to turn down pussy? Free milf pussy, I mean.

Do me this small favour, my friend: simply walk over to her and introduce yourself, and I promise things will take off smoothly. If she does turn you down–which I sincerely doubt she will–I’ll find some other means to make it up to you. 

Go talk to her and let’s see how the chips fall.

Pt. 2 WIFE:

Come here, stranger. Come and gimme that big black cock of yours. Bring it here to me–quit further talk and let’s get down to fuck.

My husband sent you over to meet me, you said. Yes, I figured he would do something like that. Obviously he’s told you plenty about me, right? I’m surprised I never noticed you down at the party; he wouldn’t have needed to tattle to you if my eyes had caught you earlier. Truth be told, I don’t often cheat on my husband merely for the fun of cheating. The cheating part is too much work; the fun part is what we’re getting ready to do now.

Hmmm, your cock looks good in my hand; so exquisitely crafted–the greatest thing God ever created was a black man’s cock. White boys come a distant second, and even then, my dildos are more than capable for whatever a pathetic white boy has to offer. Oh yes, your cock tastes so good in my mouth. Mmmm, I can feel it start to grow hard. See, you’re already dripping with pre-cum, and I haven’t even gotten started on you.