Three months had gone by since Tommy McMurphy had watched his wife Anne fucking a black couple at a swingers club.
Three months of surreptitiously beating his meat every chance he got. Masturbating his dick furiously as he relived the memory of his previously demure wife sharing a black man's oversized cock with that man's wife. His jerkoff sessions were filled with the image of his wife on top of the black woman while Ronnie shuttled his cock back and forth between their pussies. Dozens of orgasms triggered by the intense memory of Anne wantonly riding that huge cock until Ronnie filled her cunt with his sperm.
Three months after driving to the pharmacy to secure a morning after pill for his wife, Tommy was more in lust than ever before with the beautiful Anne McMurphy. He had completely shoved aside the shame he had initially felt from the encounter and replaced it with a new plan to recreate the experience. And, as he told himself, replaced his attitude with a new approach that would give him much more control and power over the situation and his wife at their next lifestyle club visit.
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Anne McMurphy had spent the last three months quietly asserting control over her unwitting husband. She had greatly enjoyed the sexual experience that night gave her via Ronnie and Keira and their intense threesome, and truthfully wished that she could have that type of encounter again. However, the thrill of fucking strangers didn't motivate her libido the same way that it drove Tommy - and she puzzled over how to handle this.
But while Anne sorted those thoughts and feelings out, she instituted a few changes in her life and in the life of her marriage to Tommy.
First of all, she immediately got on the pill. Birth control wasn't something that she had worried about in a long time, ever since Tommy had undergone his vasectomy. Previously in their marriage, Anne had used an IUD as her primary means of birth control, so when her switch to the pill was something he immediately questioned. "Isn't that less effective," he had asked when she brought home her thin little package of daily pills.
What Anne didn't want to tell her husband, was that she was eschewing the IUD because she was already thinking ahead to having bareback sex with another man who would be far more well-endowed than Tommy. The last thing she wanted, was for a potential well-hung lover to complain about being able to feel the string. Or, somehow knocking the damn thing loose if he was packing some serious weaponry in his pants. So the pill it was. And she made up a supposed hormonal benefit for regulating her skincare, and that was enough for Tommy to lose interest.
Secondly, she began buying "club outfits" online. Although Anne didn't know exactly what look she was going for, she did know that she had been too formulaic in her first visit to the lifestyle club. The skintight pink dress and boots that she wore that night screamed "FIRST TIMER" more than they exuded the sexuality and confidence which she had gained that night.
So the sultry blond wife began looking for sexy outfits that fit her real style but still served her purposes of attracting playmates. Her first purchase was a beautiful lycra animal-print dress that hugged her curves without being too restrictive. Anne knew that if she wore that to the club, that she would be inviting strangers to access her body with ease - and she liked that. Next, she purchased a classy off-the-shoulders cream-colored sweater, that she paired with a pair of dark maroon leather pants. The look was perhaps a touch too classy for what she had seen at her first visit to a swingers club, but it made her feel like a standout in confident allure, instead of for pure lust. Her final purchase was an impulse - a pair of white denim shorts that barely covered her ass. She loved the way that they emphasized her luscious hips and butt, however - the real selling point was that the shorts were to be paired with a stylized and tailored version of a man's button down white dress shirt.
When the final outfit arrived, she immediately got dressed and took a picture to share with Ronnie and Keira. The men's shirt gave just a hint of her big tits in the fit, and her previous playmates had texted an enthusiastic response to the picture.
That was the third change in Anne McMurphy's life. Texting another couple that she had been intimate with felt invigorating and empowering. Tommy didn't know that she communicated with Keira on a near daily basis, nor did he know that Ronnie and Keira exchanged erotic messages with Anne via Keira's phone, remembering and relishing the shared experience they had enjoyed at the lifestyle club. For her part, Anne didn't feel any guilt over this little secret, because thanks to the friendly black couple - she now knew far more about the lifestyle website that served as the backbone for the club experience. Armed with this knowledge, she quickly found out that Tommy was still active on the swingers club message boards, and she had read some of the message threads that he engaged in. She had to laugh at how often he was virtually pimping them out to potential partners. How he was passing around some of her sexier swimsuit photos. And most humorously, how he was sending a few couples a picture of his penis for encouragement and "rating."
Knowing that Tommy was engaged in this nonsense, Anne put all worry out of mind. She didn't want to rub Tommy's nose in it, but she was thrilled that her memory and experience remained active fuel in Ronnie and Keira's love life. They had asked if she would play separately with them, but they had all mutually agreed that they would not tempt each other to reconnect without Tommy. His participation in their passionate encounter had been the one and only downside to the fervency and enjoyment that they all felt. Between his inability to perform, and his selfish, arrogant attitudes - a couples swap or foursome was not on the black couple's radar. And it was not Anne's intent to hold sexual encounters with Ronnie and Keira without Tommy's knowledge and participation. So the titillating memory of their encounter remained that - a memory. But one that inflamed Anne's passions and sexual appetites to new heights.
The final change for the McMurphys took place both in and out of the bedroom.
After their experience at the swingers club, Anne and Tommy had fucked like rabbits on a daily basis for nearly two weeks. It took every bit of those two weeks for Tommy to finally start to initiate bedroom talk about watching Anne fuck and be fucked by the black couple. But once that dam broke, the flood poured out with some interesting and unexpected side effects.
It started when Anne began to notice that Tommy was only able to get fully hard when they were teasing and dirty talking to each other with memories of the foursome, and the way that she had fucked Ronnie and Keira right in front of him. That led Anne to test out whether Tommy was getting his rocks off from her, or from the experience. She laughingly referred to it as her "Science Project" to Keira, as Anne described how she utilized different specifics and different timing to see what would bring Tommy to full hardness, or even to premature orgasm.
Anne was initially quite shocked to learn that she could make Tommy cum almost instantly, just by talking about how Ronnie had fucked her bareback and cum inside her pussy. When she confided this to Keira over text, she received an immediate reply - "LOL, girl that's every white man's deepest fantasy to watch his woman get pumped full of black seed. Your hubby may not admit that, but the proof is in the 'pudding' LMAO"
And so, Anne McMurphy gained total and complete control over lovemaking with her husband. No matter what position she craved, no matter how long she wanted or didn't want to be fucked... even down to the particular strength of Tommy's orgasm - Anne learned that she could maintain a near perfect level of control over the speed and intensity of their sex. All with a few choice reminiscing memories from that one infamous night.
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Tommy was eager to return to the lifestyle club for another experience with Anne. Although he had not dared to openly share his fantasy with his wife, he felt that he was on solid ground to fuck another woman at the club because Anne had already fucked another husband. Moreover, ever since that night, and many times since - Anne had openly confessed that she intended to fuck another man again.
He wasn't a jealous man in the traditional sense. Tommy actually didn't mind too much if another man fucked his beautiful spouse. No, Tommy McMurphy only truly experienced the type of jealousy from one source. FOMO - Fear Of Missing Out. In this sense, he was an extremely jealous lover and retained a glaring blind spot to his ambitions of fully participating in the lifestyle.
So for the last three months, Tommy had changed his approach towards the McMurphy's next lifestyle club visit. Instead of focusing on the previous location that they had visited, he sleuthed out all of the particulars of one of the sister clubs to their initial experience. On discussion boards and via direct messages, Tommy used what knowledge he had gained from the first visit to inform the plans for the couple's second visit at the North location some 50 miles away from their home.
