Three weeks had passed since Jamie had visited us and left me fucked and full of his cum. Katie had been so turned on by what had occurred that she became obsessive almost about me being taken anally by another man, even saying that she didn't need to be there, just knowing what was happening was enough. I could understand what she meant as I felt the same when Katie was going out to meet and fuck another man; I would sit at home horny as hell until she came back to me, normally with a pussy full of her lover's sperm and the taste of cock in her mouth.
Katie had done just this with Jamie twice since we had all been in bed together, he had told her that he had enjoyed the threesome but it was a one-off, he just wanted to fuck her now. Concerned that I wasn't getting any 'action', Katie looked up local gay bars on the internet but I wasn't really comfortable with that idea, particularly because I didn't want to be seen going in or coming out of a known gay bar as it could cause me problems at work. Instead, Katie researched local, discreet pick up areas and discovered that a large porn shop a few miles from us was a known pick up site; apparently anyone looking at the gay DVDs was fair game for an approach. This seemed safer than the gay bar idea as I could easily explain my presence there if seen by anyone I knew.
I decided I would visit there that evening and see what happened; Katie couldn't wait and said she would be waiting for me to come back with a hot story to tell her. I was still a bit nervous but I knew that I had to try and experience another cock; since the threesome I was aching to have a big, hard cock inside me again. As I got ready to leave, Katie told me how she wanted as much detail as possible when I came home.
"Try and get a picture of you with his cock in your mouth, please!" she begged me. "I really want to see that, to see my gorgeous husband being sexually dominated by a stranger!"
I was getting aroused at my filthy wife talking like this, I felt luckier every day at being married to such a dirty slut.
"I'll try my best babe, that's if I even get lucky." I replied, hoping to myself that I would. I pulled Katie towards me and kissed her hard, letting her feel my solid cock pressing against her. She responded to me, sucking on my tongue but then pushed me away.
"Easy cowboy, calm yourself!" she laughed, "Tonight's about you getting cock, not me!"
With that, she handed me the car keys and practically pushed me out the door. As I drove the 15 minute journey I felt myself becoming more nervous, although my hard-on remained. It was about 9pm when I got to the shop and I went into the basement level, where I knew all the DVDs were. It was busier than I had imagined and I walked around the 'straight' section of films as I calmed myself down and checked out the other customers.
After about 5 minutes I decided to go for it and went to where I had seen the gay and bisexual films. I started to look through them, and found that I was becoming hornier by the minute as I looked at the film covers and all the guy on guy action taking place. I had become fairly engrossed in what I was doing and jumped when a familiar voice spoke into my ear.
"Didn't realise this was your scene?"
I looked up and saw Dean, who worked in the same office as me, looking at me and smiling. As far as I was aware, Dean was married as well and was straight. Then again, he probably thought the same of me and here I was, stood in the gay section with a DVD in my hand which showed a white guy getting spit-roasted by two well hung black men!
Not knowing why Dean was in the shop or how long he'd watched me, I decided to try and get myself out of the situation. "Hi Dean. No, it's just Katie has got this thing about seeing a gay porn film, thought I'd get her one so she can get it out of her system," I lied.
"Almost believable," he replied, "Though the bulge in your jeans tells another story," he said, looking down at my groin.
I followed his gaze and could see the outline of my own cock under the blue denim. Crap.
Dean stood closer to me and said quietly, "Come on, we're both here for a reason, why don't we just get out of here? I've got a friend who lives around the corner, we could go there, have a drink..." He left the sentence hanging but his hand on my waist made it clear what he was getting at.
Still slightly taken aback, I thought it over for a few seconds as I looked at Dean, noticing that he was very attractive and obviously looked after himself.
"Okay, but this stays between us?"
"Of course, Louise doesn't even know I'm here." Dean was referring to his wife, who it seemed, unlike mine, was unaware of this side of her husband.
As we drove the short distance to the flat, Dean asked me if Katie knew about my sexuality. He was surprised when I told him she did and that she had encouraged me to visit the shop.
"Better make sure you don't disappoint her then," he said and his hand rubbed briefly over my groin as I drove. My cock was solid and by this time, I just wanted to get behind closed doors and do what I had come out to do.
We arrived at the flat and when Dean knocked, the door was opened by a large black man who Dean introduced as Tyler. He too was very attractive and well built; he shook my hand as introductions were made and Dean told him how we'd met in the DVD shop.
Tyler looked me up and down, "So you're out to play while the wife stays at home?" he asked.
