Why? What an interesting word. It's a word that young children learn to wield at an early age.
Why? It's the reason or reasons that stand behind everything that we do.
As I listened to my lovely wife Allie rummaging around in the motel room bathroom I contemplated why I did the things that I did.
I wondered why Allie willingly went along with my strange desires and what she really thought of me and our relationship.
Apparently finished in the bathroom Allie wandered into the room and looked at me sitting in the only comfortable chair in the room. Why did they rent rooms to two people and only provide one chair?
I looked at the woman that I thought was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. Her naturally wavy blond hair hung just below her shoulder and was complimented by her pale blemish free skin.
Why was I so lucky that she had chosen me from all of the other men that had been overcome by her natural girl next door good looks?
As lucky as I was why did I feel overcome with the desire to share her with other men?
Why didn't I want to keep her entirely to myself?
Why did it excite me to share my loving wife with other men and why was it so much more exhilarating when it was a black man or even black men?
Allie and I had been married for three years now. I made a good living which did entail some travel but luckily I earned enough that Allie did not have to work and I could afford to bring her with me when I did travel. The arrangement worked well for us and the regular stays at motels outside our city allowed us the opportunity to indulge our unusual sexual proclivities.
I may as well stop being coy and simply say that I enjoyed watching Allie having sex with strangers and recording the sessions on video. For her part Allie enjoyed making me happy and the added benefit of having a strange dick using her holes from time to time catered to her sluttish tendencies.
As Allie approached I had a chance to take a hard look at this lovely woman. She was dressed in some sort of loose blue cotton knit tube top that was supported by straps that were attached at the top middle and then went up and around her neck. As she came toward me her breasts jiggled and bounced with the movement. The tips of her nipples pushed the material out exposing her tight tummy where the top ended just above her tiny waist.
A very short white pleated skirt that was barely long enough to cover her lovely ass was fastened around her slim waist. The skirt flared out and outlined her full hips and well rounded ass. I knew from past experience that there would not be any underwear beneath the skirt.
Completing the package was the finest pair of legs I had ever seen. Full well rounded satiny thighs flowed smoothly from her hips framing her pussy in a "V" that never failed to draw my attention. Long slim calves completed the package.
As Allie came towards me my cell phone vibrated signaling an incoming text message. I pressed a key on my phone and the message "We're on the way up" appeared on the screen. It was from Raj, the young black man that we had encountered while out on our walk earlier. Whenever we were in the mood to play and indulge some of our more erotic pastimes we would find a stranger when we arrived in town and offer to pay him to find yet another stranger who would be given the privilege of using my wife for his sexual pleasure. The understanding was that I would be present at all times and that I would be making a video of the encounter.
A few moments later I began the video when there was a knock at the door. We always got a suite so that the room was big enough to place one camera, which was fitted with a wide angle lens, on a tripod so that the door, the large queen or king sized bed and a major portion of the room would be recorded. This method allowed me to move around the room using a second camera for close ups of the action.
Allie went to the door and opened it for the two black men standing outside. She spoke with them for a moment offering her hand and then invited them into the room.
"Jake you already know Raj from earlier and this is Trip." I rose and offered my hand to Trip. "It's good of you to come by to take part in our little film."