I walked up the stairs from my home office after finishing another long day of work, planning to ask my beautiful wife what she wanted for dinner. But, upon opening the door to the main floor of the house, I found it dark and silent. The only light was a dim flickering illumination coming down the staircase that led to our second story.
Pausing for a moment, I turned an ear and listened. It was rare for our bedroom to be used outside of sleep or sex. Although the latter very much included Hayley pleasuring herself, usually to a book. But the flicker of a TV suggested that perhaps she was interested in something else today and, indeed, I heard the faint sounds of moans and flesh slapping.
Smiling, I climbed the stairs, expecting to find my wife with her eyes glued to the TV, a vibrator held on her clit as she got herself off. But that wasn't what I found today.
Hayley, my beautiful wife, gave me a startled look when I walked into the room. Her pale skin was slightly flushed, her hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt that concealed her massive breasts, the loose fabric tucked up underneath them where they sagged. She hated boob sweat. And she was wearing sweatpants, no vibrator to be seen. She was surrounded by colored pens, with a notebook in front of her.
Yet the television, incongruously, was playing porn. Not the scene that Hayley had recently filmed, though she liked watching that, but something...
"Hey sweetheart, what in the world did I walk into?" I asked as I leaned down to give her a kiss where she sat on the bed, my eyes glancing at the notebook as I did. But it was too quick a glance to make heads or tails of it before our lips met and my attention was fully on her.
She broke off the kiss and I sat next to her on the bed. She looked at me with a mixture of embarrassment and pride, blushing. God, she was beautiful.
"I found your porn stash," she said in a rush. Her pupils were dilated. She was clearly a bit high, and also clearly turned on. "There was more of a theme than I expected."
I grinned at her. "Of course there is. I've told you before that I get turned on by you being turned on," I said as I glanced back at the TV. A woman with a body shape similar to Hayley was fucking four black guys. I certainly recognized it.
She smacked me playfully on the arm. "Sure, but the
only
thing that turns you on enough to jerk off is this? I know I like it, and I understand you liking that too. But the more I looked, the more I became convinced. You love when I do that, want that," she finished by gesturing at the TV.
I looked directly into her eyes, my cock starting to stiffen. "I do, it's true. I've got my preferences, too, and it just so happens that ours are serendipitously aligned."
"Oh, shut up with the fancy words," she teased. "You clearly love watching white women get fucked by a bunch of black cocks and imagining it's me. You have hundreds of videos of it."
I didn't deny it. Couldn't deny it. "You're right, I do. I'm just lucky enough that you love doing it. But what are the pens for?"
Hayley gave me a proud look as she handed her notebook to me. "I've been watching these videos all week, ever since... well, since my own experience on camera. And I've been taking notes. Color coded. There's a key at the start."
I looked down at the notebook. It was impressive. The color key at the start included whether it was amateur, professional, or in-between, and five colors for "Don't Want To Do That" all the way up to "Loved It, Must Do Again". I started flipping through the pages and found that each video was broken down into discrete activities, and each of those was in one of the five colors.
"Okay, but why? We did it, you loved it and so did I, why go through this?" I asked as I continued to skim the notebook. Very few things were in the color that meant she was absolutely not interested.
She giggled, which surprised me enough to look up. "It was either that or steal your phone and text Marcus that I needed it, and needed it now. And I'm not even really joking," she finished with a blush. Her nipples were hard now, poking into her shirt.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "That might get in the way of a productive work day for me," I said with a laugh. "But it also raises an interesting question."
"We'll get back to that," she promised as she stripped off her shirt to reveal her glorious tits and turned to face me completely. "Anyway, I wanted to have an idea of what else I could do next time I had access to all those beautiful cocks. It's easy to let them take charge, but men are usually receptive if you beg the right way. And my books don't include all of these things."
She reached down to run my cock as she continued, looking at my with her beautiful hazel eyes. "I mean, they do. It just takes more imagination. And I have a pretty good imagination when it comes to this. But it's different to see it. Plus I wanted to know what sort of things you wanted to imagine me doing," she rubbed my cock a little more firmly and leaned in to whisper, "Or what you want to see me do for real."
I turned my head to kiss her, then moved my mouth down to kiss her neck. "And what are we getting back to? My slutty little wife wants to get gangbanged more often? And if I'm busy working, we'll share the experience on video?"
She moaned and nodded, her hair brushing against my face. "Mmhmm, that's what I was thinking. I want to do it. And you're busier than me, so it's not like we'd miss out on time together. But I'll only do it if you agree."
I lifted my head to look at her, kissing momentarily forgotten. My stomach twisted with nervousness. "You're serious, aren't you? You want to fuck those guys even when I'm not there?"
She met my gaze directly. "Well, it doesn't have to be them. And I really wouldn't do it unless you agree. I love you and would never risk our relationship. And I'd share everything with you. But yes, I do want to do it more, which probably means you can't be there every time."
I reached down the waistband of her sweatpants and found her panties absolutely soaked, her sex hot with arousal. It matched how hard I was. "So how would that work, in your imagination?"
She got down on her hands and knees, tugging down my pants to let my cock free, and held it in her hands briefly, squeezing it to find me hard as iron. She knew she had me. "Well," she began as she started to run her tongue along the underside of my length. "I was thinking I could probably do it twice a week, if I could find guys. That would give me time to recover a bit, and there are a couple of days each week when you're in meetings all day anyway."
I groaned as she worked me expertly, continuing. "I'd make sure to get it on video, even if it was just cell phone. And I'd take a shower as soon as I got home so that you wouldn't have to taste anything, then you could reclaim me while we watched and I told you about it."
I leaned back on the bed, eyes glancing at the television while she took me completely into her mouth. The brunette on screen was being fucked in the ass, her lips stretched around a massive black cock. "How are you thinking you'd find guys with big cocks? i know that's important to you."
Hayley popped her mouth off with a grin. "Well, if you look at my notes, I did write that down. I thought maybe you'd want to see me fuck some of the guys that are in your videos."
My eyes widened as she went back to working my shaft, taking me deep in her throat. Was she suggesting that she fuck porn stars? But about half of the videos were amateurs or semi-pro, and some were local, which seemed less outlandish.
I got up on my elbows to watch her work, and she looked back at me, grinning around my cock, which was even harder now somehow. "Fuck, Hayley, are you serious?"
She shimmied out of her sweatpants and mounted me, her warm wetness enveloping me, then sat still. "I am. Most of these guys have an online presence, and I noted it where I could. And for the ones that don't... I figure they can always send pictures to make sure they're big enough. The angles aren't always good enough to tell."
Hayley started to rock back and forth on my lap, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as she sought her own orgasm, and kept talking, leaning down on top of me to talk into my ear. "I don't think I want to do anything professional. I hear that's more work than fun. But I do want to do the rest. And I think you want me to do it, too."
I grabbed her bun to kiss her hard and she responded by rocking her hips faster. After we broke the kiss, I responded. "I do. It makes me nervous, but that's just because it's new. If you want to do it, I want you to do it."
Her pussy tightened around my cock as her orgasm approached. "Fuck, I love you. I didn't think this would be so easy. But you really do like seeing your wife be a slut for a bunch of big black cocks, don't you?"
I moved my hands to roll her nipples between my fingers to trigger her orgasm. "I do. Fuck, I love when you're a greedy little slut."
She looked me right in the eyes before responding. I could tell that her orgasm was close by the flush on her skin and how tight she felt around me. "Good, because I love, uh, being one."
Her legs quaked in a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching hard around my cock. I flipped her over as she came down and started to fuck her in earnest. Now that she'd cum for the first time, others would come easily.
"You only love being a greedy little slut for a big black cocks, though, don't you?" I drove into her hard, my face just in front of hers as she rubbed her clit and wrapped her ankles around me.
Hayley grabbed my ass to pull me deeper into her. She felt amazing, and I wasn't sure how long I could last. "Yessss, I do. I, uh, I really want this."
