As a diligent husband I make sure that my wife always has a smile on her face. Special occasions are something I go to town on, with planning commencing several months in advance. Last Valentines' Day saw the longest overture of planning but the biggest surprise yet.
In late summer my wife went out with friends on a hen party. It was to be the usual meal washed down with plenty of drinks and gossip. New, this time, was a trip to a theatre to see a male strip show. My wife was apprehensive. She had never been to see strippers and said 'she wouldn't know where to look' in embarrassment. I reassured her that after a few drinks, and being in the company of good friends she'd have a great time.
The next day when she returned I asked how her evenings was. She told me how it was great and they all had a great laugh, the bride-to-be especially. I then asked how the strippers went, knowing she'd worried about this.
"Haha. They were great."
I then playfully asked if the men were 'amply qualified' for their jobs.
A smile spread across her face and her eyes widened, "oh, yes!", she replied emphatically.
"So I guess you soon worked out where to look then?", I joked.
She then explained how the guys seemed chosen to please all tastes; differing in races, hair colour, hair length and physiques. The one constant seemed to be their main asset which she didn't address directly but left me in no doubt that each man was well hung. I asked if she'd had a favourite dancer but she wouldn't be drawn, presumably so as not to damage my ego.
I was glad she had a great night. As I've said, when she's happy so am I. Later that night, whilst watching TV and relaxing before the week ahead she was scrolling through her phone with her debit card in hand. When I asked what she was buying she just said she was sending money to some of the girls from the night before for drinks they'd bought. Soon after she said she was tired so went upstairs to catch up on the sleep lost to revelries.
Work days that week came and went with nothing notably exciting happening. That is until Friday. On Friday's my wife finishes earlier than me so is home by the time I get back. This Friday, when I went through the front door I could hear the sounds of sex coming from our bedroom, with the clear sounds of my wife panting and cumming the loudest. I crept upstairs bracing myself for whatever I would encounter. However much I prepared myself I could not have predicted what I saw.
At the foot of the bed our laptop was open and whatever was playing was providing much of the soundtrack I heard - "that's it, take all that big black cock! Stretch that tight white pussy over it!".
My wife hadn't heard my arrival. She sat against the headboard, her eyes shut as she moaned through her orgasm. Her legs were splayed across the bed to allow her to continue thrusting a large black rubber dildo into her. The black rubber shone as her juices, audible even over her own moans and those of the film, lubricated the action. The girth was almost shocking and I could see her pussy stretching to accommodate it. Nevertheless, she didn't pause in thrusting it home.
As my initial fear evaporated I felt my own cock stirring at the scene. I unzipped and started to stroke my growing cock. As the waves of orgasm washed over her my wife opened her eyes. She appeared startled and paused what she was doing, the dildo resting halfway home. She looked at my now fully hard cock and smiled beckoning me forward. Once I was next to the bed she quickly lowered her head to my cock and started hungrily sucking it. At the same time she returned to sliding the dildo back in and out of her cunt. From this angle I could now see the laptop screen. It was a high quality film with a muscular black man plowing a petite white girl with a cock every bit as big as the toy my wife was assaulting herself with. The sights, sounds and fantastic head meant it was not long before I emptied out into my wife's mouth. She quickly swallowed with an enthusiasm and hunger I'd rarely seen. Yet still she did not stop fucking herself. She picked up the pace. Her gaze falling from me back to the movie. I watched from the sidelines as she brought herself to a screaming climax that shook her whole body.
Once she had regained her breath and composure she looked at me sheepishly.
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"What you walked in on..."
"From my point of view I came in at the best possible time. I had no idea you had these hidden depths."
"Neither did I. Until the weekend."
"The weekend?"
"Yeah. The strippers. I did have a favourite. One of them was black, as he started undressing I was transfixed. His body was flawless, all muscle, and the light shone off of it he was so smooth and hard. When he got down to his thong my jaw dropped. The material was stretched so tight his cock was clearly visible and even from our seats was massive. When he actually removed it I was amazed. I'd heard the rumours but never believed them. My heart starting beating faster and I could feel my self getting wet as his cock swayed between his muscular legs. Since seeing it I haven't been able to think of anything else. It was a an itch I had to scratch. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry babe. We all have fantasies. And as I always say; if you're happy..."
"...You're happy," she finished.
