*This story was a request from Rob who sent me a private message with the scenario, and details of his lovely wife. It has been an absolute blast working on this. I hope you all enjoy and I hope Rob gets to make his fantasy a reality one day*
I'm not sure when the idea first started. I'd always gone through phases in my sexual interests. For years I prayed to God that I wouldn't die before I'd experienced sticking my cock into a woman's ass. Mainly because even after years of marriage Darlene would still never let me try anal. But then I read a story on Literotica about a stuck-up woman being turned into a filthy slut for two older men and suddenly I had a new obsession. It's been that way since I was a much younger man, and I feel it's a point of pride that even now I can discover a side of myself that gets turned on by something I'd never really considered to be my thing. In a way it kept things interesting in the bedroom, always coming to my wife with something new I wanted to talk about or explore. So, when my browsing history after 10pm seemed to be filled exclusively with videos of wives being fucked by other men while their husbands watched, I simply thought it was another phase. However, for some reason this one was different.
Namely the content. The ones I kept going back to had certain commonalities. The videos and stories would always feature slightly overweight women. Woman of a clearly mature age. Women with a pale curvy body and long brown hair. Women who looked a lot like my wife Darlene.
They weren't Darlene though. My wife was adventurous and while we had certainly made some incredibly hot recordings over the years, she would raise all hell before she let any one of them be uploaded. No, they were just women that made it easier to imagine the performer was her.
There was one more feature to the videos and stories in my browser history. The male partners in these videos were always, without fail: younger, black and had a near comically massive cock.
As this phase grew into an ever-present obsession, there was one story series in particular I kept coming back to more than all the others. In the first part, a couple in a strained marriage rediscovers their spark when the husband discovers a more submissive side to his wife. Over the course of the series, she becomes increasingly submissive and addicted to their new dynamic. Going out in slutty dresses and makeup whenever asked, being nude whenever alone in their house, referring to the husband almost exclusively as sir or master. But my favourite chapter of the series, is when the husband takes his wife out to a club and has her put on a show for every man there. The orders given continue to escalate until he has organized for five black men to fuck her to delirium in a private room. It's an incredibly hot sequence. But the real icing on the cake is after this fuckfest. Only half conscious, with smeared lipstick and a smile of pure joy on her face, she crawls to her husband and rests her head in his lap to take his cock in his mouth asking if she did a good job. The whole series was good, but that chapter spoke to something in me.
Now it seemed the quickest way to get myself off was to picture my wife's mouth stretched around young man's brown rod struggling to take it all in while being gently encouraged by me. It became a staple of my daily life and a common scene I'd play in my idle moments at work when my mind drifted to dirtier topics. However, after a while I began to grow concerned. There was I had rationalized nothing wrong with a fantasy, but I found increasingly I was pushing to find a way to make this become a reality.
Every time I found myself looking at black men on the street, questioning if Darlene would find them attractive. I'd randomly google apps or websites for couples who wanted a threesome. I looked up if there were any swinging clubs in the area. It was innocent I told myself. Simple curiosity. But it was a thin veil of denial to hide what I quite obviously wanted. Still a part of me needed the pretense, while I sorted out my feelings and the realities of what I was doing.
Did I actually want my amazing wife of 20 years to fuck another man? Or even multiple men?
That answer was clear. Yes, I did.
Why was I ok with that? Did I not love Darlene anymore?
Of course, I did. That would never stop.
Was I not attracted to her anymore?
The urgent quickie we'd had a week ago before work answered that more than anything.
...Was I secretly a cuckold?
... No, I don't think that was the core of the dynamic I found so appealing. I was not into being humiliated, as far as I knew.
But I did want to see her get used by a man with a bigger dick than I. But not just any dick, a black one. I'd heard those things were largely synonymous though one should never go to the internet for a portrayal of reality. Still, you couldn't help but wonder. I'd never really interacted with black people until I entered high school and even then, we didn't often hang out in the same groups. I did remember a number of drunken conversations with friends at parties, and work functions, and while obviously not all of them could be huge, I had heard enough secondhand stories to know many were at least bigger than average.
Plus, a whole porn tag wouldn't be created if there weren't sufficient people who fit the criteria in question.
But even then, another man? Why not a woman.
These random thoughts and tangents swirled through my mind in a maelstrom. I did attempt to keep it to myself, but Darlene knew me well and it was second nature to share things with her. I resolved to tell her about my current obsession a month before our annual trip to New Orleans. My thought was that in the miniscule chance it would be something she was interested in exploring. Our trip to New Orleans would be a prime opportunity to try it.
