Down The Rabbit Hole Ch 01 2

*Author's Note: This story contains a variety of kinky themes such as Interracial sex, toys, hotwifing, cuckolding, voyeurism, exhibitionism, group sex, swinging, cheating, friendship and romance. Okay, maybe the last two aren't that kinky, but be warned if you're not into the rest, this story may not be to your thing. For those that like some chocolate in their coffee, I hope you enjoy.

Part One of Three. -- 'I'll give you what you need.'

"Yeah, give me a few minutes, I'm just finishing my run. I'll have a look in the bedroom for it, any ideas where it might be?" I ask my wife Kirsty as I continue my jog back towards our house.

"I think it might be in the top drawer of my dresser. I'm pretty sure that's where it is anyway." My wife replies, referring to her passport which she needs this morning for an ID check for her job.

"Don't worry, I'll find it and drop it off on my way to work. You really should get your driver's license though; this wouldn't be an issue then."

"Yeah, yeah. Can you just find it for me, please Zach."

"Yeah, I will. I'll text you when I'm close to your office so you can meet me out front, okay?"

"Thanks Zach, and I'm sorry about this. I was in such a rush this morning."

"It's no problem, I'll see you in about forty minutes or so." I reply as we end the call.

As I get into the house, I make a beeline for the shower, to get ready for work. My name is Zach Myers, I'm a twenty-five-year-old Web Developer for an IT consultancy firm here in Austin, Texas. I'm 5'10 inches tall with light brown hair and I like to keep myself fit. I'm more lean than I am muscle, but I'm not exactly a twig either.

My wife is Kirsty Myers, she's twenty-four years old, and looks amazing. Kirsty's a 5'5 blonde hottie, with wonderful emerald eyes, a beautiful smile and lovely curves on a fit body. She's very outgoing and confident too, I'm very much the yin to her yang as I'm way more reserved and introverted; shy and quiet she calls me.

Kirsty graduated from college with a marketing degree, and she currently works as a Marketing Assistant for an advertising firm in downtown Austin. We met in college and began dating a bit over a year before getting married, which was two years ago now. Life has been wonderful lately, I couldn't be happier with Kirsty, with married life, with my job and our friends.

After I've dressed, I start to quickly look for Kirsty's passport. I look in the top drawer of her dresser but can't find it, then check all the drawers but still nothing. I look in our second bedroom, checking in a desk we have in there where we keep our other paperwork and bills, but again no luck.

I venture back into our bedroom and check her three bedside drawers. The first drawer has some books and a few envelopes, the second drawer has a small jewelry box and a few other things. I open the third drawer; it contains some tissues and what looks like body lotions or creams. As I open the drawer all the way out to see what's behind the lotions, I'm a little surprised by what I discover.

It's a decent sized black rubber dildo. It looks about eight inches long and reasonably thick. I wasn't aware that Kirsty even owned a dildo, let alone watch her use it. I'm more than a little intrigued to tell the truth. I mean, I know that Kirsty is a more sexual person than me a lot of the time, she's always the one that wants us to try new things, to push things a little further.

She also enjoys getting a little frisky with me when we're out in public sometimes too, I'm not sure if it's because she has an exhibitionist streak or if she enjoys teasing me by doing that, knowing I'm the polar opposite of an exhibitionist. It's like she's trying to draw me out of my shell, little by little.

She always makes sure that it's done in a fun way however, and always knows when to pull back if I get a little too uncomfortable with the situation. I know Kirsty loves me, but sometimes I get the sense that she needs a little more than what I can give her, emotionally that is, but now physically too apparently, as this dildo obviously gives her more physically than I can. I'm just over five inches long on a good day, and far less than half as thick as the dildo I'm now holding in my hand.

Is this what Kirsty really wants and prefers? Does she wish that I had a bigger dick? It's never really crossed my mind before whether my size was enough for her or not. She always seems to enjoy the sex we have; she did marry me after we'd been having sex already for quite some time. If it were truly an issue for her, why would she then bother to marry me?

There is one thing though that this discovery has triggered, and that's the thoughts of my own secret fantasy of wanting to watch Kirsty being fucked by another man. I've never told her about this, of course. That dark little fantasy I've kept very much to myself for fear of where it could lead, or what she would think of me.

Although I know how much I enjoy watching Kirsty when we're out publicly, she's naturally flirty and outgoing, and a lot of guys take that as a sign of her interest in them when that's not really the case. But that's not where my dark little fantasy first sprung from.

It's more to do with my previous girlfriend named Victoria, who I dated before meeting Kirsty. Victoria was also very outgoing, and extremely flirtatious, even more so than Kirsty. Looking back, maybe I have a 'type' when it comes to women, that I prefer them with a personality completely opposite to that of my own. But jealousy and desire can be two sides of the same coin, and back then I went with jealousy when Victoria began overtly flirting with other guys. It was only after we split up that I realized that the thing I missed the most about her was how turned on I got watching her flirt with the other guys, even though it made me angry as well.

This initially confused the hell out of me and at the time and I reacted badly, but later I began to accept that the memory of her flaunting her sexuality excited me, even though it eventually led to her cheating on me. After we broke up, whenever I dared think about Victoria fucking that other guy, it made me twice as hard, turned on beyond belief.

And Kirsty now enjoys teasing me with other guys too, she noticed early on that I get more excited on those nights that she's been flirty around other men. It's become almost like foreplay for us when we go out now, and she's slowly pushed the boundaries with me over time, while always refraining from actually doing anything with those guys. My fantasy for her to now do more than just flirt has evolved over time too, almost as a natural progression.

I put those thoughts aside, I still need to find her damn passport and get to work myself. I put the dildo back where I found it, making sure to place it in the exact same position so that my wife wouldn't know that I found it. If she wants to keep this a secret from me, I'm happy for her to do just that. I re-checked the top drawer, the one with the envelopes and the books, finding her passport hiding under one of the books.

I dropped the passport off to Kirsty and went about my day, being busy at work myself. At lunchtime, I went and sat in my favorite spot at work to eat, a big shady tree with a bench under it. It helps me to relax and forget about any stresses I might be dealing with.

While eating, I couldn't help but think more about Kirsty and her big dildo, having a few questions I'd like answered. How long has she had it? How often does she use it? Does it get her off better than me? And why is it so much bigger than my own dick? I'm not the kind of guy that finds it easy to ask my wife these types of questions, partly because I might embarrass her, also that I fear that her answers could embarrass me. I've always found it hard to talk about anything sex-related, maybe it's my upbringing, or maybe it's just my personality.

Besides, Kirsty seems happily married to me. If she wants something a little bigger every now and then, what issue is it for me? It's far better that's it's a dildo and not the real thing, I guess. Although, my secret fantasy with her would beg to differ.

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The next few days passed by; I had to work late on Wednesday night again as one of our big clients had issues. On Thursday morning as I shower after my run, I can't help but think about Kirsty and her dildo once more. A side-effect of that is that I'm standing here in the shower with a hard-on imagining her using it. Yeah, I really do wish that I could watch her pleasuring herself with it, even if secretly.

After I get dressed, it crosses my mind to check on it, to see if she's used it since I found it on Monday morning. I check inside the bottom drawer of her bedside table, and it's still there, although it's positioned differently to how I returned it. So, Kirsty's used it already this week, it must have been last night while I was working late. I take note of the two body lotion jars that sits beside the dildo, realizing they're not body lotion at all, they're jars of lubricant.

I take out my phone and snap a picture of how the dildo is positioned in the drawer, I want to find out just how often Kirsty uses it. My wife catches the bus to work every morning and leaves more than an hour before me so she can go to the gym before starting her day, so it makes it easy for me to check in after she leaves.

I'm surprised that over the next few weeks, Kirsty has used her large dildo at pretty much every opportunity she had, whenever I was out of the house, either with friends or working late. I can understand if it's something she uses once every blue moon, but every single time?

Does she really need to use it that much? Am I not able to satisfy her the way she needs so she resorts to using her fake big black dick to get what I can't give her? Honestly, this makes me even more interested in wanting to watch her getting off using it now, to understand why she uses it so much. Every time now that I do think about my wife and her big dildo, I get rock hard. So, I avoid trying to think about it when I'm at work for obvious reasons.

It's Friday night, we're going out to a club with Kirsty's best friend who she also works with, Tina Travers. Tina is a Marketing Manager but isn't Kirsty's direct boss. She's a little older than both of us at twenty-eight, she's also attractive and a lot of fun to be around.

Tina is slightly taller than Kirsty at 5'6, with long chestnut brown hair and lovely brown eyes. Tina, like Kirsty, is also super fit, with both of them working out together at the gym each morning before they start work. Tina and Kirsty first hit it off when my wife started working at her marketing firm, they've been best friends for the last two years since.

Tina also recently got engaged to her long-time boyfriend Trey Jackson, he's the same age as her at twenty-eight and is a Construction Foreman here in Austin. Trey's a really good guy too, even if he looks intimidating. He's a 6'4 muscular black guy, but in truth he's way more of a teddy bear than a grizzly bear. And he loves Tina more than anything, they'll soon make a wonderful married couple.

While we're out, I do my usual job of minding the table and our drinks while they all dance, but sometimes Trey stays behind to keep me company while Kirsty and Tina hit the dance floor yet again. Both of them love to dance, I mean, they will dance for hours on end if we let them. Again, that's the polar opposite of me, I hate dancing, and I will go to extraordinary lengths to avoid it. The last time I danced was for our wedding waltz, and I was more than a little self-conscience even about that.

My discomfort at dancing means that we don't go out to clubs anywhere near as much as I'm sure Kirsty would like, as she doesn't like the idea of me being bored and on my own for so long while she's enjoying herself dancing. I feel bad about that as I know how much she enjoys dancing and I've told her I don't mind, that I'm okay with sitting on my own. But while she thanks me for that, Kirsty rarely asks me to take her to clubs anymore because of it. Tonight was one of those exceptions.

I've probably drank a little too much while sitting here at the table, not enough to get drunk, but I'm definitely feeling it. Kirsty started off only drinking sparkling water while she was up dancing, for a while anyway. She's now switched to Gin and Tonics with Tina as the night progresses.

I notice that Tina and Kirsty are dancing with two guys trying to get their attention out on the dance floor, it's nothing new, guys always join them in the hope of getting lucky with two gorgeous women. Trey doesn't mind either, unless the guys start getting too close or try touching Kirsty or Tina, then he's up there to intercept like a flash. And guys rarely argue the point with him, I sure as hell wouldn't want to get him angry.

It's been a good night as I now snuggle with Kirsty in the backseat of our Uber on the ride home. Kirsty starts to rub my cock through my jeans, giggling all the while. She knows I won't let her go too far in front of our driver, but I also know she'll try her best.

We both jump into the shower together, and I can't wait any longer, so I turn her around and begin fucking her like a jackrabbit. Within a few minutes I've shot my load inside of her, so with that out of the way, we again snuggle on the bed, still naked with Kirsty still feeling a little frisky for more.

"I saw you dancing with those guys tonight, if you had to choose, which one would you take home?" I ask her, maybe it's my dick talking right now, this isn't something I've ever asked her previously.

"Take home? Why would I want to bring any of them home? Are you asking me for a threesome? I never knew you were that kinky, Zach." Kirsty replies while giggling further.

"No, not for me, just for you. Which one?"

Kirsty cocks her head to the side a little, she knows this is something new for us, that I've never asked her a question like this before.

"Well, if I have to choose, first you have to answer two of my questions. Do I have to choose only one? And will you be here to watch?" Kirsty replies, laughing out loud.

I tickle her in response. As always, she has to push the envelope a little further than she knows I'll be expecting.

"Okay, okay. Stop tickling me, you big meanie. Alright then, I'll choose the one Tina was dancing with. He's definitely the one I'd pick if I have to choose just one." Kirsty responds, referring to the handsome black guy that was dancing with her best friend.

"What was wrong with your guy? Don't you like white dudes anymore?"

"Of course, I do. I married you after all. You asked though, and I answered." Kirsty smiles back.

"But have you ever dated a black guy before? I know you told me you only dated a few guys before we met, were any of them black?" I follow up, Kirsty has intrigued me with her answer.

"No, the three guys I dated before meeting you were all white guys too. So, four white guys now including you."

"Is it because of Tina and Trey? Is that what's got you interested in the whole interracial thing, or do you just prefer black guys now?"

"Not really. Don't get me wrong, Trey's an absolute gentleman, handsome and a really sweet guy too. I don't know, I guess I think that it's always more interesting to do something you've never done before, that's all." Kirsty answers.

"You mean to do someone you've never done before, not something." I chuckle in response.

"Yeah, whatever. Both of your previous girlfriends were white too, weren't they?"

"Yep, both of them."

"I can't believe we've never really talked too much about our past relationships before. You know, about who they were, sordid details and stuff. We've only told each other that we had them. So, tell me, who was your first and what was she like?" Kirsty asks me with an intrigued look across her face.

"Well, I dated Melissa in my last year in high school, she was a real nerd like me. We were friends for quite a while before we began dating, and if I'm being honest her personality was a little too much like mine. Looking back, there wasn't much chemistry between us, we would have been better off staying as good friends. I do remember our first time though, it was so awkward to say the least, but we stuck at it a number of times after that, and we got lot better. She went off to the east coast for college after the summer, so that was the end of that."

"And your other girlfriend?"

"Well, she was completely different to Melissa in about every way possible. Her name was Victoria, and I met her shortly after starting college. We started dating late in our freshman year, and we lasted about seven months or so. She used to flirt a lot with other guys too, a lot like you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and she would tease me all about it as well."

"Did you enjoy that?" Kirsty asks, looking even more intrigued now.

"That's hard to answer. That was the first time I'd ever had to deal with that, you know, the feeling of being angry and jealous while getting turned on at the same time. I didn't know how to react, usually I just ended up quietly fuming over it while she seemed oblivious to the anger and frustration that I was feeling, along with the weirdness of being somewhat excited too. She would just keep on flirting and teasing."

"Why didn't you say something to her, tell her how you were feeling?"

"Because when we would finally get to be alone, she could tell how turned on I was by her flirting that night, and we would fuck like crazy. My anger and frustration would melt away as soon as she got frisky with me, and I think she always took it as a sign that I wanted her to keep going, maybe even do more."

"And did you want her to do more?"

"At the time I'm not sure, perhaps not, but my dick always said yes. I was totally confused by it all, but also way more turned on by Victoria than I'd ever been with Melissa in my previous relationship. I hated it but didn't want it to stop, if that makes any sense."

"Then what happened? Why did you two break up?"

"Well, she took it a little too far one night at a party off campus, she started kissing the guy she was flirting with, letting him feel her up too. I was right there; people knew we were dating. My frustration, my anger, my embarrassment, well, they won out this time. I didn't cause a scene; I just casually and quietly walked away and left the party. I don't think Victoria even noticed at the time that I'd left. The gossip amongst our group of friends was clear the next day, that she'd taken the guy into one of the bedrooms later and fucked him. That was it, we were done."

"Are you worried I'll do that to you too? That my flirting will go too far and turn into cheating?"

"No, besides, it's different now."

"How so?"

"I think I understand my feeling a lot better now and I trust you way more than I ever did Victoria. So, that takes me to when I met you after that summer break starting my third year, and I fell in love with the most beautiful girl I could ever meet." I respond as Kirsty leans in and gives me a little kiss on my lips.

"I bet that both Melissa and Victoria were real hotties too though." Kirsty adds, no doubt trying to stroke my ego before she starts stroking something else.

"They were nice, but not as pretty as you, though. You're the most attractive woman I've ever dated. And I got to marry you too." I reply as we both kiss again.

"Now it's your turn. What about the three guys you dated and slept with before I met you?"

"Um, my first boyfriend was a guy in high school, I dated Rick all year long before deciding I didn't want to go off to college as an eighteen-year-old virgin. Silly huh? But it was okay but not that memorable. When I got to college, I then met Tristan, we took a lot of classes together and he was after me from the moment I got there. Eventually we dated for a few months, but I didn't really like him all that much to be honest. It was more like I was rewarding him for his perseverance."