Henry has always wanted to see his wife get taken by other men as he watched. He finally lays down the law, orders her to go along, and gets what he wants. Then a whole lot more than he bargained for. Main characters: Henry and wife Marla; Willie.
CHAPTER 1: Henry commands his wife; she turns the table.
Henry's always had a fantasy of his bride of 10 years, Marla, taking someone else's cock in her pussy, ass, or mouth while he helped, watched, and took pictures. Marla too liked her sex but strongly disapproved of messing with, let alone breaking, her marriage vows. Even though she liked the attention she got from other men, she reserved sex for only Henry. She was rightly proud of her MILF eligible body: brunette hair 5'-4" from the floor with green eyes, a shapely but tight ass atop "Betty Grable" legs, and strikingly perky 38D breasts. Not a bad fit for Henry's 5'-10" and 170lbs.
She knew how to use her body, and Henry was ecstatic with the no-holds barred sex they had together, but not 100% satisfied. There was always that sharing his wife under his control thing -- making her do nasty and subservient acts with strange cocks for his enjoyment -- that gnawed at him. He spent hours strategizing how he could realize his fantasy. However, he was so focused on the task he ignored periphery things that every plan ought to consider. Like the Chinese proverb, Be Careful What You Wish For, he could wish so hard that it's possible to end up the exact opposite of what he dreamt.
Henry would drop hints during Marla's weaker moments, when they were fucking their brains out in bed. Between their uumphs and squeals he would ask about her fantasies hoping to meld hers with his. "Tell me your fantasies," he would coo, followed with, "Do you ever dream that maybe there's another cock in your pussy"
"Uumph... uumph... No... uumph... I would never..."
Henry would go on, "Don't you ever wonder what a different cock would feel like?"
"Of course not. I know what a cock feels like..."
"How do you know? Ya know there's short cocks, long ones, middle-sized, thin ones and fat ones..."
"Hhmmmmm..."
"And they come in different colors and feel a little different... I bet you didn't know that..."
"Hhmmmmmmm..."
"There are a few cocks almost 12 inches long and thick as a wrist... and I guarantee something like that feels different than mine, big time."
"Hhhmmmmmmmmm..."
After another pause Henry whispered, "I'd like you to feel the difference, maybe, sometime... I think you might like it..."
"Hhhmmmmmmmm..."
That was not a no. This is major progress, Henry thought.
"But wouldn't you think I didn't love you?" Marla asked.
Henry was in seventh heaven. That was not a refusal. It was a clarification of a possible assent!
"I'm sure you would always love me," Henry panted, ".... Just think about it while I empty my balls in your tight cunt."
Strong nasty talk always had an effect on Marla and she exploded in a massive orgasm that went on for 30 seconds at the same time Henry filled her with his cum. He knew the word "cunt" helped but was hoping that maybe their talk of 12-inch cocks had something to do with it, too.
Over the next few weeks Henry kept up subtle pressure. While Marla never agreed, she didn't completely disagree either. Her clarification questions gradually got easier. Her last was, "I don't understand how one can plan something like this."
Henry replied, "You're right, sweetheart. You can't really plan something like this and not force it or push it. Just watch for a chance opportunity, and if it seems good, go for it."
"Hhhmmmmmmm..."
Henry said to himself, "That sounds like a yes! I need to put my foot down and firm this up." He declared, "We've talked about this long enough. You seem like your maybe OK with it but not 100%, and while I'd prefer your OK, I really don't care. I don't need it. I know what I want. I'm not sure how, but I'm going to find other cock for you to experience, and you'll take that cock in your pussy while I watch and cheerlead. Get fuckin' used to it. It's going to happen! You're going to do what I say!"
She remained quiet. "Good," Henry said. He thought all he has to do now is find the opportunity. He was elated and relaxed. Too bad it was the calm before the killer storm.
Three weeks later on a Saturday Henry told Marla to get dolled up in a short miniskirt, a tight half unbuttoned blouse and four-inch heels. "We're goin' out, and I wanna show you off." Since Marla was receptive to attracting attention she was delighted. They stopped at a nice restaurant and had a small dinner. It was uneventful except for the kid waiter that had trouble taking their order because he couldn't keep his eyes or his mind off Marla's tits.
"He was sure ga-ga over your tits," Henry commented. "Too bad we were in an open restaurant; he might've had a good cock for you to sample."
Marla blushed and replied, "Don't be silly."
They left and drove to the outskirts of town to a country & western honky-tonk. It was crowded but they found a full booth in the back. There was a band playing uncharacteristically quiet country with an uncharacteristic singer: a blonde with hot pants cut higher than her crotch and a string bikini top. "You got a little competition up there, honey. There's enough men to go around but maybe you should kick it up a notch: go to the ladies room and take your bra off and bring it to me... and maybe one more undone button would be good."
Marla had already downed half of her gin and tonic (which followed two martinis at dinner). She was feeling good, gave Henry a coquettish smile and said, "I'll be right back." She returned in a few minutes strutting more than normal and for a moment drew the eyeballs away from the singer. As she sat down Henry said, "You'll beat that singer slut any day of the week." She smiled and resumed her drink. She wondered if this might be the sharing opportunity he was trying to find for her. She mused to herself, "Well if it is, I'll make the most of it and see if I can't show the sonofabitch who's boss."
After about 15 minutes and into their second drink they noticed a giant of a black man strolling toward them. What Marla didn't know was the man worked on the loading dock at Henry's office and he had arranged this "chance" meeting. "Willie!" Henry greeted him warmly even though he knew him only indirectly. "Willie, my man. Good to see you. Marla this is Willie from the office. Willie, my wife Marla. Join us for a drink." Marla and Willie exchanged pleasantries and he slid his 6'-6" 270lb frame next to Marla, who momentarily looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she took in this magnificent specimen of a man.
They chatted and drank the next hour and became quite friendly. Willie had turned in the booth so he was facing Henry and Marla, had his arm behind Marla on the back of the seat but with the tip of his hand lightly touching her shoulder. He also had a dead-on view down her open braless blouse which he kept his eyes on even while talking. Maybe it was the alcohol but Marla liked the attention. At least she did nothing to hinder Willie's view. In fact she turned slightly and he could now see 95% of bare tits.
The banter continued, and got a little more personal and risquΓ©. They were telling off-color jokes. Marla, not as innocent as she seemed, told one that made them roar with laughter but was flat out locker room dirty with words like prick, cunt, asshole, and fuck. Willie laughed, "I like a ho who's not afraid of sex."
Marla replied, "I ain't afraid of sex... but what's a "ho"? Am I a ho?"
"Willie said, "A ho is a black sister who puts out for her man. You can't be a ho... you're not black," the insinuation being missed by no one.
"So if I put lampblack on me and become black, I'll be a ho?" Marla asked.
"Halfway. There's also that givin' some poontang to the man thing," Willie countered.
"I can give poontang," Marla protested.
"I bet you can," Willie droned. "You look like you put out real good," he added as he slipped a hand inside her blouse and pinched a nipple while paying Henry no mind what so ever. "Can a man tweak you nipples before you put out?"