I love my wife. Having too much of a good thing, in my eyes, is as dangerous as having too little of it. It was my ultimate desire to share her for this very reason, but her religious childhood upbringing limited my options. She was a fine wife, perfect in many ways, but the farthest we got was simply discussing her being shared during sex. In a moment of passion, she or I would bring it up... telling the other how hot it would be to bring a third, larger partner into the relationship. After sex, the topic would quickly disappear into thin air, along with my ambitions.
Backing up a little...
She goes by Lana. 30 years old and approximately 5' 4", she's an average girl height-wise, but that was the only thing I considered average about her. Her frame was irresistible... Being an avid runner, Lana was lean, toned, and in phenomenal shape. Her blonde hair, which used to go down her back in our university days, is now cropped just above the shoulders. The gentle twists and curls in her hair are mesmerizing and easy to lose yourself in. Her 36C breasts are perfectly shaped, almost tear-dropped, with a few freckles here and there. Lana is a beautiful, rare woman that I only dreamed about before I met her.
After we got married, I started to play with the idea of sharing her, preferably with another, larger, man of a darker complexion. Thinking about it at first, then reading about it, and then fantasizing about it. It is my greatest kink, the thing that turns me on the most. She's simply perfect for it. My understanding of my wife changed in the early years of my marriage. In my mind, what was my beautiful blonde wife became a fertile snowbunny, primed for a black bull to claim her pussy as his own. I made it my mission to see this through.
From then on, any time we had sex, I would lightly bring up how hot it would be to see her sucking on another cock when I was fucking her. At first, I registered no response from her at all. But slowly things started to change. She grew more receptive to the idea, even bringing up the possibility of buying a dildo. So, I did. With her by my side as we browsed the e-shop, we picked out a medium (8") black dildo. By Wednesday of that week, it was delivered to our front door. With a strong suction grip at the base, we fucked plenty of times in these simulated threesomes.
After a couple of months, our bedroom talk spiced up considerably. Lana was starting to say things so slutty and perverse that even I was surprised. Many times, she would beg me for a creampie, asking to be bred. Insisting on it. Other times she would describe how she would fuck another man, breaking marital boundaries. It reached a very tense and erotic culmination when one day Lana rode on top, pinning me to the bed. I remember it perfectly. She slowed leaned in, her mouth at my ear, as she slowly flexed her hips back and forth, gyrating on my cock.
"You love fucking me, huh?" She whispered between breaths. "Well don't get used to it. I think it's time my pussy finds someone new to fuck. We've talked long enough!"
She moaned and leaned back, never stopping the hypnotizing movements of her sultry hips.
"Either you're going to find someone for me to fuck, or I will." She adjusted her position on my cock. "What do you say?"
"Yes!" I blurted out, almost instantly. "Let me find someone!"
The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur. I was so excited. After we finished having sex, I immediately started to think of potential candidates. I had no suitable friends who matched the description of our ideal suitor. So I turned to the internet. Posting a few pictures of her online, I was taken aback by the number of direct messages. Picking through the offerings, I selected a few that interested me. It took a couple of weeks, but I finally came to an agreement with an older gentleman in his early forties. He appeared sincere, and his cock was sufficiently large. He and I chatted a few times over the phone, and made plans for a weekend a month in advance.
His name was Curtis. I would tell my wife that I found someone for her, and that she must go pick him up from the airport when he flies in. He would be here for the weekend. I would show her no pictures of him in advance, nor would I give away that he is black, although she may have assumed that he would be. He would be holding a sign with his name for easy identification. She hesitantly agreed to the idea, and I let him know that we were proceeding with the plan.
Come the fateful weekend, I was hornier than ever. And truthfully, this was also the most nervous I have been for years. At 6 o'clock, it was almost time to leave for the airport to pick up Curtis. I went upstairs with Lana to pick out her clothes. We settled on a longer skirt, extending just past her knees, stripped black and white vertically. She wore a simple cropped top, exposing her midriff. I convinced her to pin her hair up in a small bun before heading downstairs and starting the car for her.
As she exited the house and turned towards the car, Lana looked right at me. With one foot in the car and another planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't help but admire her. My wife was beautiful. Her voice snapped me to reality.
"Tonight, you're staying out of our way. No matter what you see or hear, you're not allowed to touch me. Got it?"
"Yes darling, I understand. I'll let you have your fun." I replied.
She got into the car, blew me a kiss, and drove off. I headed back inside, upstairs, to my office. Booting up the PC, a whirlwind of thoughts went through my head. I spent the next 45 minutes or so browsing Reddit and playing video games, before heading to my garage workshop. I intended to preoccupy myself with some carpentry, a new skill I was learning.
I wasn't there personally, but after the weekend passed, I found out how Lana's airport pick-up went. She was very descriptive of the events, much to my enjoyment. She told me how she arrived later at the airport than she had hoped due to the city traffic. But to her luck, Curtis was delayed too, except at baggage claim. She drove up just as he walked out of the terminal. Lana spotted his sign, made her way over to him, and popped the trunk open. Curtis loaded the car with his suitcase and sat in the front passenger seat. The introduction was quick, as they both knew the purpose of the visit. Curtis had his eyes on Lana, inspecting every little detail of her body as she sat in the driver's seat. Leaning in, her gave her a long kiss on the lips, smiled, and put his hand on her leg.
As they drove off, they chatted a little bit about random things. How was the flight? How was the weather in NY, where he's from? Family, work. The usual. Slowly but surely his hand was becoming more invasive, as if hidden by the casual conversation. By the time they were out of the downtown core and driving towards our country home, her dress was pulled back and his hand was playing with her panties. He was visibly aroused, rubbing his cock through his jeans, as his left hand slipped into her panties and brushed against her clit and moist lips.
