Claire Performs for Husband

The week before our wedding my wife told me we had to talk. I knew what was coming was not going to be easy, but I sat and listened intently, determined to handle whatever the problem was. "Before we go through with the wedding, there is something you have to know," she said with a serious expression that made it clear it was going to be even harder than I expected. She took my hand in hers and looked deeply in my eyes. "I love you dearly, but I also love black cock," she said candidly. "Have since the first one I had in college."

She was quiet for a moment, letting me process what she had said. "The bigger the better," she said with a grin. "I have told them they can't fuck me. I don't want a black baby, but I will suck them to a wet and juicy orgasm and I'll swallow all they will give me. I will marry you if you can accept that, but if you can't then it is off," she said assertively. "I can't be dishonest with you any more. I could not sneak around any longer without you knowing.

"You know Anthony, he was my first. I still do him once a week. Every Wednesday I suck him and drink his come like I have now for a year. Then I lick him clean." She waited for me to react, but I sat silently, hardly believing what I was hearing. Stunned, frankly, at what I was being told by the woman I planned to marry and had assumed was a faithful bride to be.

I could not deal with it by myself. I had always told my brother everything and I needed to talk to him, tell him what she had told me and get his reaction. Probably he would say, "Get the hell out of this."

"So, do you love her?" he asked after I told him the whole story. I said I really did, and he said then it was up to me if I loved her unconditionally enough to allow her the freedom to be herself. "You don't own her," he said. "So, if you love her you will not hold her so tight you will keep her from being who she is."

"Could you?" I asked. "What would you do?"

"If I was marrying Claire, I would suck it up and learn to like hearing her tell me about blowing her black friends," he said. "Many men share their wives with other men. Lots of guys get sexual pleasure from seeing their wives with other men. I would count my blessings if Claire was my wife and I would listen to her tell me about what it was like to suck a big black cock," he said. "Especially if she was fucking me while she told me. She is one hot little woman and I never thought you would be enough for her."

He smiled, then chuckled. "I think I would stand in line just for the chance to have some bed time with your wife, with you or without you," he said. We exchanged head shakes and he reminded me I had asked him what he would do. He gave me a 'you want the truth' smile and shrugged. "I would let her have her friends and I would thank my lucky stars," he said. "She can't get pregnant, so what's to decide? It maybe fun, who knows," he said.

I hadn't expected my brother to advise me to let her suck them, but I really never know what to expect from him.

"I was the equipment manager for the basketball team and Anthony asked me if I had ever had black," she told me the night she disclosed her secret. "He said I should, that I owed it to myself. Then he offered to 'let' me suck his cock if I wanted. I told him no, but then I couldn't forget about it and finally said I would. That was all it took. Once I had that big piece of black meat in my mouth I couldn't stop. Then he brought Ruben over and told me to do him. I did and wanted more. Then I did Clarence, Martin, and Julian. By then I did the whole team. They lined up at my door and I did each one, one after another.

"How many have you done?" I asked, knowing I wasn't going to like the answer before she spoke. She grinned.

"About ten," she said. "I usually do one a day now. Usually in the morning after you leave for work. They come over each morning. Can you handle that?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said honestly. We sat looking at one another without speaking. Her hoping I would be able to allow her to continue after we were married and me wondering if I ever could.

"I do love you," she said, "but I can't give them up. I don't want to. I hope it is not a deal breaker," she said. "I will be a good wife, I promise, but I won't give up my doing them. I will give you good sex. I will raise your children, and I will be a good wife, but I need to continue my hobby. You understand?" Without really understanding I nodded.

"Some husbands like to watch their wives do other men. Do you think you could do that?" I shook my head.

"I don't think so," I said, pretty sure I never could. Feelings of jealousy ran through my head. "You suck a different man everyday?" I asked. She simply nodded.

"Only black men," she said, as if that made it better. "I don't know why, but I love black cock. I will suck you everyday, give you the best sex I can, as often as you want, but please don't ask me to give up giving blow jobs to my black lovers."

For the next week, as you can imagine, I thought of nothing else. I constantly pictured Claire with a black man's penis between her lips, smiling and sucking gleefully, envisioning the sight of her swallowing the semen of each of them and seeing her beam as she savored the taste of each one, licking her lips like she had just finished a tasty drink.

I could not stop thinking about her request, that I marry her but allow her continue to give oral pleasure to black men. I had never heard her even say the word cock and I had never thought of watching as my wife did anything sexual with other men. She said some men enjoy watching their wives, but I couldn't imagine that. I could not imagine getting pleasure from seeing her with someone else. Them being black did not make it worse, but the racial element confused me. If she liked having sex with other men, I guess I could understand that, but that they had to be black was beyond my comprehension.

I had not thought of black men as being superior, sexually, but then maybe that was naive on my part. I had heard they were larger, on average, than white men, but I really hadn't thought about it much and didn't know if it was true. Strangely, I did want to know about just how she got started, other than what she had told me. I even imagined the first time she gave oral to Anthony and thought about what had actually happened, what they did and what the particulars were.

Anthony is well over six feet, probably close to six seven or eight, and I was sure he most likely was very large, maybe seven or eight inches in the male organ department. I had seen him a number of times and never realized he had a history with my bride to be. I loved her, but was not sure I could accept the conditions I was faced with. Could I accept my wife sucking the cocks of other men while I was at work during the day?

I did not want it to be the end of our relationship, but I was not convinced I could live with that reality. As I was driving home from my brother's, I thought about what he had said. Could I love her unconditionally? If everything she swore to that she had done, could I manage it? I did love her, truly. And I did know she was a prize, no matter what. I thought about men who watched their wife have sex with other men. I thought about men who share their wife with others. It was true that many societies allowed a sexual freedom that others did not.

Before she told me what she did I had no complaints, so was this an actual deal breaker? The question of whether I could handle it was an important one of course, but could I handle losing her as well? When I got home she was the height of sweetness and I was reminded again of how much I cared for her, how good we were together and how much fun I had with her.

If she liked other things I didn't like or participate in, would I have trouble accepting that? Sex was different, of course, than racketball, but was it the most important thing in a marriage? Of course not. But if if wasn't, why would that alone be a deal breaker? There were so many things to think about, and marriage was so much more than simply sex.

When I got home she was the epitome of sweetness, and I kissed her and asked about her day, wondering if she had been with one of them. There was a liberating feeling about knowing that she might have been, but it was countered by a deep dread I felt in my stomach. So there it was, the ache of wondering and the charge I got from knowing she may have been. It confused me tremendously. The thought that she might have been actually excited me, but the thought of it also made me feel sick. What a conundrum. What a conflict of emotions. I could not believe how much the issue confused me.

Before she made her announcement I would have said, "Hell, no. Not in a million years. Never!" But now I didn't know what I was going to do. It did not seem like I could ever handle it. That night she asked me if I had thought about it. I had not thought about anything else. The wedding was in a week, and I needed to give her an answer and soon, although I did not know the answer. I was not sure about how I felt.

My brother had said, "Suck it up. Give her the freedom, if you really love her, and enjoy the benefits." The question was, of course, could I? When Claire and I sat down to talk I was not even sure what I was about to say.

"Is there going to be a wedding?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, surprising even myself. "I love you," I said, "enough to share you. I will do my best to find a way to allow you the freedom you need." Her smile told me I had at least made her happy, now if I could only do that for myself. She kissed me and she made me feel I had at least started on the right track. I could see myself kissing her for the rest of my life. I thought at that moment about her continuing to have the liberty to engage in the kind of sexual activity she desired, and in that moment it occurred to me that I just may be able to handle her doing it.

It was actually an exciting realization, and I looked at the happiness in her face and smiled. I then pictured her with Anthony and told her I thought I might like to watch her with him. "I have thought about it and I think I might just ask if I could watch you with him. What do you think?"

She raised up on her toes and kissed me, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a huge hug. I could have just told her we had won the lottery. "Would you like to ask him over this weekend so I can have a chance to see what real good oral sex is?"

"You should know by now what good head is," she said, using a term I had never heard her use, "because you have gotten it yourself." A naughty grin filled her face. We kissed again and there was heat in that kiss that had her pelvis pushed tight up against my front and her tongue searching for mine. We made our way toward the bedroom, still connected at the lips.

Once in the room she began removing her clothes, then she started on mine. I stepped out of my pants and stretched out next to her on the top of the bed. She turned and got to her knees, then threw one leg over my hips and centered herself, easing down on my erection, pushing me up into her and wiggling to get me deep in her vagina. I began moving slowly in and out, keeping my pace leisurely and steady.

She put her hands down on my hips, holding herself steady, then began bucking up and down rapidly and calling out my name, fucking me like a tigress. After we fucked more than thirty minutes, she scooted down and gave me a preview of what she would do with Anthony.

She twisted around and took ahold of my erect penis, holding it in front of her face, putting out her tongue and swiping across the tip. Then she kissed it and licked from the bottom to the top, moving her tongue slowly up the shaft, mashing it flat against the broad underside. After teasing it with deliberate swipes up and down she took me into her mouth and slowly pulled it to the back of her throat, her tongue mashed against the underside of my dick as she sucked.

This woman knew how to suck a dick. She had practiced a great deal on black friends and I was benefitting from all that training. I had clearly decided to go through with the wedding, to accept her terms and give her the freedom she wanted.

By the time Anthony was to come over I was as excited as she was. Amazing, but when I finally made the decision I had become obsessed with the idea of seeing her give her world-classed blow job, deciding it was nothing but sex, like a recreation she enjoyed and was good at. She certainly was good at it, and she gave as well as she got.

I had spent some time reading about wife sharing and extramarital sex, men who watched and women who performed for their husbands. I read about one woman who did as many as ten men in one night for her hubby to watch her with, and another one who had let him watch her with a different man every night for a month. It told about couples who traded with other couples and maintained that sex was a recreation that they could all enjoy without jealousy or resentment.

As I read I became interested in the process, in getting pleasure from watching others, as I did with porn, and I even became excited about 'watching' and getting involved in that part of sex. I read about men whose wives worked in the sex trades, who sat at home and watched a basketball game while their wives were getting fucked for money. They said they felt it was her profession and no different than any other activity she would do for income.

When the night came for Anthony to come over I was nervous but excited, keyed up because it was such a big step, but I was also as turned on as I had ever been waiting for the chance to see Claire pleasure another man sexually while I watched.

I kissed her in the bathroom as she was preparing for him. I had helped her shower, soaping and washing her completely, lathering her pussy and running the water over her lovely slit, even though it wouldn't be involved, since she didn't fuck them. I washed her back, her sweet, round bottom, and I dried her as she stood before me naked and lovely, holding her arms out to her sides.

Helping her get ready got me involved and made me a part of her sexual experience and pleasure-giving endeavor. It made me more excited for her and eager to see her in action.

When she answered the door, he took her in his arms and kissed her. It was a hot and sexy kiss that had my heart pounding as I watched. She was wearing a short dress, almost to her panty line if she had been wearing any, which she wasn't, at my suggestion, and he picked her up, putting his hands under her naked ass and lifting her off her feet. He massaged her ass right in front of me with his big hands as he held her and they kissed.

I watched him carry her inside, and followed them to the bedroom like a kid at the circus. He put her down on the bed and she reached out to him, putting her arms around his big neck. She had told all her lovers that she would not fuck them, that she did not want a black baby, but I also was pretty sure by her expression that she really wanted to feel that big dick of Anthony's in her pussy. She had always just blown him, but she was craving that monster of his inside of her. I suspected that, but when I saw her with him, with that huge pole sticking out straight at her, I knew it was true. She really was ready for him to put that big thing inside of her.

He expected her to take hold of him and bring his cock to her mouth, but she surprised him and guided the tip of his dick to her sweet pussy and inserted the head between her pussy lips, working it back and forth, parting her labia with the big head. He looked down at her questioningly, but she nodded, simply saying, "it's okay."

He pushed with his hips and slid his great girth into her, clearly pleased with the unexpected development. He happily fucked Claire intently, forcing his massive cock repeatedly into her wet and very willingly pussy, driving her body forward with each thrust, bringing a delighted grunt from her each time he hit bottom.

She turned her head over to me and grinned as he fucked her, blowing a kiss in my direction as her big black lover fucked her for the first time thrusting into her in a tempo that amazed me, that pleased me. I was astonished at how aroused I was at seeing my wife getting fucked by a huge black man with a dick close to a foot long. It was better than any porn I had ever seen, and I my cock was hard as a brick.

He then literally picked her up and spun her around and put her on her knees. He parted her thighs from behind and sunk his entire cock in her pussy as he knelt in back of her. My heart rate sped up to near maximum and I was dizzy with desire as I watched my wife being fucked like I had never thought I could, but it was wonderful seeing her speared like a piece of meat on a spit, taking his long, thick cock into her tiny pussy without a care in the world, as if she was two feet deep and had a cunt as cavernous as a cave.

I could not get enough of seeing her fucked like a whore on a battleship of sailors, savoring the feeling of his cock inside of her. They fucked for nearly an hour and I was amazed that she did not seem to tire, although after he left she slept until noon the next day.

She came out of the bedroom the next day at twelve in one of my shirts and nothing else, and she looked positively scrumptious. "Did you have a good time with Anthony?" I asked, clearly not needing an answer. She smiled and simply nodded, as if it was the silliest question ever asked.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked. I took her into my arms and told her it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "Then you might like to see it again?" Again, I nodded without a word.

"I did not think I could do that, but it was incredible," I confessed.

I have now watched her with Anthony, Harley, and Bubba, and she is talking about bringing Julian, her favorite, into our bed. I love her unconditionally, that is for sure, and I don't put limitations on her because I love her. I can't wait, actually, to see her with Julian, but she only fucks Anthony and me. Her pussy, she says, is reserved for the two of us, me and Anthony. Her mouth is for the others, which is fine with me. Watching her being fucked or giving head is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. I know it is not for everyone, but if you like porn, can love your wife unconditionally, then you just might want to give it a try.