We'd talked about it. It was more my fantasy than hers and in fact my wife hated the idea at first.
Karen had always been a conservative woman. She was raised in a strict catholic home and the thought of having sex with someone other than her husband was not one she took lightly. But our marriage had been in trouble. We had grown apart and we were living more like roommates than lovers when I first told her that my biggest fantasy was to see her with another man. Mentioning it was one of the most the most difficult things I'd ever done but I had nothing to lose. We hadn't had sex in four months and that needed to change or we were certain to end up divorced. Her response to my fantasy was not good. She was confused and hurt. She didn't understand how I could love her and still want to see her with someone else but I explained, as best I could, that it was because I loved her and wanted to see her happy and fulfilled. We had married young and I was the only man she'd ever been with. We had separated for a brief period in our late 30s and I dated a few women while we were apart. She resented that I had that experience while she had remained faithful and I wanted her to experience someone else like I had.
Eventually Karen warmed to the fantasy but insisted that it would remain as such. We began to role-play different scenarios using toys and I showed her a few of the more tame stories I had written.
Karen began to come out of her shell over the following months and our lines of communication opened up. Despite our renewed openness I had still held back many of my more risqué fantasies and I was surprised when Karen mentioned a black celebrity as one she had on her list of celebrities she wanted to fuck. Her top three until then had been Bradley Cooper, Ryan Reynolds and Matthew McConaughey. Poor Matthew got bumped for Terry Crews and I was shocked.
Karen wasn't racist at all. One of her best friends growing up outside of Boston had been a black girl and they were still fairly close despite the fact that they lived 500 miles apart. But she had long insisted that she was not attracted to black men and I'd had no reason to dispute her claim. In hindsight, however, she was likely covering her true feelings.
I surprised my wife after Terry's addition to her list with a big black dildo and it quickly became her favorite toy. She named it Terry and often begged him to fuck her while I licked her clit.
Karen became more confident as our sex life blossomed. She started working out at the gym. She lost 15 pounds and while she was still significantly heavier than she had been when we were first married she started to dress sexier and more provocatively. She became more vocal in bed and began initiating sex. I loved her new attitude and our marriage improved on all fronts.
It had been more than a year since I'd laid my cards on the table. We were having sex several times a week and I had opened up about many more of my fantasies. I had given up the idea of ever making the fantasy of seeing her with another man a reality but I was more than happy with how our life was going.
Karen knew Trevor through work. He was the representative for one of their largest vendors. She was his point of contact and the subject matter expert for his product. He often took her to lunch when he was in town and during new product implementations they would work closely together to ensure a smooth transition. She had admitted to me months earlier that she found him attractive but said that he was happily married.
His marital status didn't stop my wife from fantasizing about him or us from role playing with him in mind. I bought a second dildo that was bigger and several shades darker than Terry and Karen promptly named it Trevor. Size had never seemed particularly important to Karen but once she'd become accustomed to Terry and Trevor her most intense climaxes were with her bigger toys.
Trevor was Caribbean born and raised. He had come from Jamaica to the United States to attend college on a track scholarship. He was in his mid thirties and had worked for the same company since he graduated college fifteen years earlier. He spoke with a Caribbean accent and was, in my wife's words, "very hot with a fantastic body."
"Guess who's getting a divorce?" Karen asked gleefully as she walked in our front door. She had a wide smile and a mischievous glimmer in her golden brown eyes. There was only one person I could think of who's impending divorce might please my wife.
"Your boyfriend?" I teased as I flashed her a knowing smile. She had told me many times that she and Trevor often flirted and he complimented her frequently about the weight she had continued to lose. He frequently told her how sexy she looked at work and after their lunches we usually had great sex.
"Not yet," my wife replied with a devilish grin. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and danced briefly with mine before she stepped back and held my gaze with a smoldering look.
"When did you find this out?"
"He called me to apologize for not being around much lately and explained that he has been going through a rough time at home so he had scaled back his travel schedule. We talked for a while and he told me he has moved out. Then he asked me to lunch tomorrow," Karen explained. She stepped closer and gave me a deep, wet kiss. I felt her excitement in my bones and my heart began to race. The idea of her actually fulfilling our shared fantasy had never seemed attainable because while Karen loved the fantasy afterwards she often struggled with Catholic guilt afterwards.
I suggested we head up to our bedroom after dinner and she eagerly agreed. I could tell she was very excited about her lunch date with Trevor though I still doubted anything would happen between them. I knew Karen well and when the time came I expected her to default to her Catholic roots.
"You want him don't you Baby?" I said as I closed and locked our bedroom door. Our adult daughter, who was still living at home while she saved money to buy a house, was out with her boyfriend but I'd locked the door out of habit and pulled my wife into my arms.
Karen nodded. "I do," she replied sheepishly. Her round cheeks were flushed and her nipples were clearly visible through her sheer blouse. I released her and moved to my night stand to pull out her toys but she stopped me.
"Not yet, I want you to hold me for a while." She climbed onto the bed and beckoned me to join her.
Her heart was racing and she laid her head on my chest. Her fingers rubbed my thigh and my cock responded quickly. It throbbed and strained against my zipper and she rubbed it gently as I massaged her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. I could feel precum leaking from my dick and I was afraid, given her earlier revelation, that I might cum too fast.
Karen opened my pants and took my decidedly average cock into her fantastic warm mouth. Her enjoyment of giving blowjobs had increased since we had opened up our lines of communication and there had been a few times that she had just given me head without us having intercourse. That was unheard of previously but I wanted to utterly ravage her.
My eyes closed and I moaned softly as her lips moved up and down my turgid shaft. My pulse quickened and my breathing began to labor.
"Oh, just like that baby," I groaned. My toes curled and I gritted my teeth to fend off my impending orgasm but I needn't have worried.
Karen released my cock from her lips and giggled. "Not yet silly."
