Geraldine's Transformation

Geraldine's stomach felt queasy as the captain's voice announced that their flight was on approach to Louis Armstrong International Airport. She leaned against her husband, her head almost on his shoulder, and had such a firm grip on his hand her knuckles were white.

Geraldine was not a good flyer, but it was not her fear of flying or the earlier turbulence that had butterflies in her stomach. The main reason for her anxiety was that they were travelling to New Orleans for an illicit liaison with a black man, and it was likely that the following night this man would be fucking her brains out.

Part of her could not believe she had agreed to go ahead with this adventure; no one who knew her would, in their wildest dreams, think Geraldine would entertain such an idea. But here she was, and part of her was incredibly excited about the prospect.

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Brett and Geraldine had been married for ten years. She had met Brett when she was twenty-three. She hadn't quite been a virgin, as she had had one unsatisfactory experience with a one-night stand, and it had put her off trying sex again until she met Brett.

They had no children, neither of them that worried about it. When she questioned Brett about having kids, he just replied that he was in no hurry and happy as they were. She had a high-powered job in a law firm and was not yet keen on giving her career up to have children.

Her name was Geraldine, and few would dare call her anything else. But when she and Brett started dating, he brought out a side of her that she never knew existed, and in their very active sex sessions, he always called her Gerrie. And so, as time passed, whenever Brett hinted at enacting a fantasy or attempting some new sex position, she became her Gerrie persona, allowing her to get properly in the mood.

This trip was definitely a Gerrie moment. How she came to be here was a long story.

About six months before, she had been watching TV on her own. Brett had not been interested in the show she was watching, and he had gone to his den to catch up on some work. When the show finished, she turned the TV off and lay back to take a moment to listen to how quiet and peaceful their house sounded at this late hour. She was startled to hear the faint sound of what sounded like a woman having an orgasm.

Curious, she walked to the lounge door, quietly opened it, and stuck her head into their hallway. Sure enough, there were sounds of sexual activity coming from Brett's den. She tiptoed down the hall and peeped into his den. She couldn't stop herself from gasping out loud as she saw that Brett had his eyes firmly tied on the computer screen, and by the movements in the blanket draped over his lap, she knew he was masturbating.

Brett reacted the instant he heard her quick intake of air. He jerked his hand out of his lap and clicked the screen. She was side-on to him and couldn't see what Brett had been watching. But the fact that the computer light disappeared from his face, she knew he was watching porn and had shut it down.

"Your watching porn!" she cried out.

"Don't be angry with me. I'm sorry," Brett yelped.

"I'm not angry with you," then with her mind racing, she continued, "Well, maybe I am. Why do you have to watch porn without me?"

Brett looked terribly guilty and spluttered out something quite incoherent.

"I couldn't hear that, speak up and tell me what you said," Geraldine snapped.

He looked at her, and she saw a look of resignation come over his face. "Geraldine doesn't watch porn and would be shocked at what happens in these videos."

Sadness hit Geraldine at his reply, and she suddenly was overcome with a sense of failure. He was right. More and more, she had been rejecting some of the things he had hinted at during their lovemaking. But if she was honest with herself, there had been many times when she had wanted him to be more forceful and push her to do the things he asked of her. In the deepest recesses of her mind were locked fantasies that included some of the acts he hinted at them doing.

Her reaction to what he hinted at was purely instinctual--she was raised in a very religious, narrow-minded home. Sex was seldom discussed, and if it did ever raise its ugly head, it was understood that good people rarely indulged in it.

His sad admission about her rejection of him jolted her to the realisation that acts she had enjoyed and been happy to try with him in the early years of her marriage didn't sit well with Geraldine, the high-flying lawyer.

Her mind raced, and she wondered if she dared to talk with Brett about some of her dirty fantasies. And also, tell him that her Gerrie persona might be more accepting of his desires if he pushed her a little. Lord only knew their sex life had become mundane in the last few years.

Brett was watching her. He could see her mind was working overtime, contemplating his admission. He plucked up the courage and threw in another question, "Would you have watched some porn if I asked you?"

"Probably not," she snapped back.

Then, realising she was doing it again, shutting him down when it was not what she actually wanted deep down. She replied. "Well, maybe I could look at something. Show me what you were watching then."

"It was not very good. If you watched something with me, I would like to get a more tasteful video."

"Show me that one anyway, and I'll watch another video when you get it."

Brett was astounded that she had agreed so quickly, and he quickly turned the monitor on again and opened the video before she changed her mind.

The video started up again at the part he had been watching. The screen showed a woman giving a guy a blow job, she was on her knees in front of a much older man, and after a couple of minutes, the guy pulled out and came all over her face.

Gerrie looked at Brett and was surprised to see the excitement on his face at such a nasty act. It was a revelation to her, she didn't realise that this was something that men enjoyed, and the warm tingling between her legs told her that she was turned on by it herself.

The saying, 'Strike while the iron is hot,' flashed through her mind, and even though part of her was uptight, she leaned forward and pulled the blanket in Brett's lap aside. As she had suspected, his fly was undone, and his semi-hard cock was still poking through his shorts.

She bent and took Brett's semi-hard cock into her mouth, and taking hints from what she had seen the woman in the porn video doing, she started working her mouth up and down on him. It only took a minute before he came, and she swallowed it all, something she had not done before. She was pleasantly surprised that it tasted okay and that doing such a dirty thing made her incredibly horny.

Gerrie found she urgently needed relief herself. So she hauled Brett's arse upstairs to their bed. She removed his pants and took him in her mouth again, desperate to get him hard again. It didn't take long, and she hurriedly mounted him for the most satisfying sex they had had in months.

Afterwards, basking in their post-coital glow, they discussed him getting better videos for her to watch. Gerrie asked Brett if he liked porn videos or did he watch them because of her reluctance to do some of the things in them. He admitted he found them a big turn-on but that watching them with her was much sexier.

Gerrie admitted that she had gotten turned on but would rather he didn't watch porn without her. She also hinted to Brett about a couple of fantasies she had never dared admit to anyone and that maybe they could talk about getting some videos that covered her these.

She didn't dare expose everything she fantasised about but did convey some of her milder naughty dreams to him. As Brett left for work the following day, she asked, "Are you going to get us a video for tonight?"

"No! The best place to get them from is a guy who works from home, and he only operates from Thursday to Sunday. So we will have to wait a couple of days."

The following two days dragged by slowly for Geraldine. Her libido had been awakened, and even at the office, she constantly thought about what the beautiful porn star had let that old guy do. It was slightly more bearable at home, as Brett was a changed man, and they had good sex both nights.

Thursday finally arrived, and Gerrie couldn't wait for Brett to come home. She spent extra time on her makeup, chose her sexiest underwear, and put on a short skirt and a sheer blouse. She had dinner ready and candles on the table, making the scene as romantic as possible.

Brett finally turned up, nearly an hour later than usual. She was quite anxious by the time he finally walked through the door, wondering what had happened to him. But he quickly explained to her he had to drive a couple of miles in the other direction from his work to the video guy's place and had spent some time with him choosing something he thought she would like.

She was secretly pleased to see he had two videos under his arm.

After dinner, they watched the first video together and were naked and screwing long before the movie was even halfway through. The video had one scene that was a revelation for Geraldine. The woman got fucked in the arse, something she had heard mentioned before but something she never actually believed women did. Brett had tried that with her early in their marriage, but she had been appalled. However, watching it happen on the screen was an eye-opener for her. It excited her and made her question what else she did not know about.

Watching the video gave her dirty ideas, though, and seeing how the woman in the video performed gave her confidence to be much bolder and more sexy with Brett. She was delighted to find that Brett had become even more attentive to her as they played out some of the new acts they had watched.

The following day Gerrie surprised Brett by kneeling on the kitchen floor and sucking him dry before he went to work. And when she arrived at her law offices, she felt that everyone must see what she and Brett had done that morning, and for the rest of the day, she was constantly blushing and horny every time the session in the kitchen crossed her mind.

That night Brett brought her flowers, something she couldn't remember his doing in years. And after dinner, they watched the other video and again were naked and playing with one another long before it had finished. In bed that night, they tried anal. It wasn't all that successful, but she promised him she would try again and that if he bought some lubrication, it might help.

Nothing happened over the weekend, as they had functions to attend. But as they had the two videos until Thursday, they watched both again, and she was not surprised to find she had missed stuff the first time they watched them.

The following Thursday, Brett brought home a couple of triple-rated videos, warning her they were pretty hot. Gerrie was forced to admit to herself that she was very naive about sex. One featured a scene with a beautiful blond star having sex with three black men. That wasn't all; the men all had enormous cocks. The girl in the movie had trouble fitting the cocks in her mouth; they were so big.

She was embarrassed that watching those giant cocks squirting their cum in the girl's mouth and on her face turned her on more than she was willing to admit. She couldn't help but imagine her being awash in so much semen and swallowing all of it. Even more amazing to her was the size of the men's cocks. Gerrie hadn't realised that cocks that large existed. She couldn't help but secretly wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man with a big cock, to be stretched wide, and penetrated that deep.

After watching that scene, Brett and Geraldine made love. She became so aroused she made him pull out when he said he was coming and asked him to shoot all over her face.

They began to watch the triple-rated videos regularly. It didn't take long for Gerrie to realise that Brett was into the ones that included scenes with white women fucking black men. Gerrie found that they were her favourites as well. She found the black men attractive in a menacing sort of way, and her curiosity about those giant cocks was growing stronger.

Some of the strangest tapes were the homemade amateur tapes that the video guy found for Brett. These had scenes that couples or small groups had filmed with hand-held video cameras slapped together with music and sound clips. Often the participants were not very attractive, but Gerrie found these tapes to be the most arousing of all, as they were natural and not as false and contrived as the commercial ones.

These were real people having sex because they wanted to. One night they watched a tape that showed a white woman having sex with a black man, and it was apparent that it was the woman's husband doing the filming, as near the end, he joined the black man and fucked her also.

Gerrie wondered if Brett might be choosing these tapes as he would like them to do something like that. And sure enough, a couple of days later, Brett plucked up the courage and suggested they make their own video. Gerrie was surprised at how aroused she became at his suggestion but played her interest down and pretended to agree reluctantly. Her strict upbringing was still occasionally rearing its ugly head, making it hard for her to let go completely. But her reluctance evaporated when Brett got out the video camera and set it on a tripod. He joined her in the middle of the lounge, and she dropped to her knees and gave an outstanding performance, sucking his dick for the camera and letting him blow his load all over her face.

When they went upstairs afterwards to watch the video he had taken, they sat on the bed and watched it on their bedroom TV. When they got to the bit where Brett's cock was spurting cum all over her face, they were hit with an insatiable longing, slid to the floor and fucked like teenagers. And this was only fifteen minutes after the filming downstairs. Brett had never before become hard again that fast.

They filmed themselves several more times in the following weeks enacting scenes that had turned them on. And one night, Brett nervously asked what she thought about him filming her with another man. Gerrie pretended to be reluctant. She was unwilling to admit her interest, even though she had had those thoughts for the last few weeks.

Geraldine didn't have any moral qualms about sex with another man. Her big worry was about how their relationship might be affected. And she brought this up with Brett. Explaining that she still found it hard to admit her inner desires to him, even though they were having the best sex of their marriage.

But Brett had been noting the videos she was most turned on by. And he pushed her hard that night to admit she wanted to try a big cock. But she managed to keep her secrete that she was often fantasising these days about having sex with a black man endowered with a huge cock.

But he knew what she wanted, as her longing was evident each time she watched a white woman taken by a black man in the amateur videos he was bringing home. That night in bed, he knew he had her when she admitted that if they were to do it, it must be somewhere far away from home, where there was no chance of anyone they knew finding out.

They fell into one another's arms once that was out in the open and had frantic, messy sex. And even though they were exhausted afterwards, they talked long into the night about how they may go about it.

"How will we find the right man?" Geraldine asked.

"I've seen in a couple of stories I've read about husbands finding a guy on the Internet. Or I could ask my mate, Dirty Steve."

"Don't you dare ask Steve! No one is to know if we ever do this, especially not Steve."

The topic came up frequently over the week, and Geraldine's pretence of being disinterested slowly dissolved, and she became just as involved as Brett in working through all the issues that cropped up.

The first issue she raised was why Brett wanted to watch her with another man. He didn't have a good answer but said it just turned him on immensely, the thought of her taking on a big cock.

"Won't you be jealous?"

"Of course, I will. But I will override that as I'm sure we will regret it later in life if we don't try it once. And I know I can handle it. My only slight worry is that you will not want my average-sized pork sword afterwards."

"Don't be stupid. There is nothing wrong with your cock. And as you say, it would just be sex and a one-off."

That weekend Brett sat with Geraldine and showed her some sites he had found.

"These are guys advertising on sex sites about their availability for threesomes. And best of all, they are happy to show that they have been recently tested for any STDs and are perfectly safe." he explained to her.

Then Gerrie, without thinking and before she could shut her mouth, blurted out, "Honey, I was thinking maybe it should be a black man."

Panicking, she froze, worried about what had just popped out of her mouth and scared of Brett's reaction. She became even more worried when he paused for an eternity before replying.

"I just assumed we were on the same page and that it would be a black man. I will also ask for proof that he has a large cock. I don't want either of us to be disappointed."

Geraldine threw herself into his arms, "I hope I don't disappoint you. I'm scared I will chicken out when I come face to face with another man."

Brett told her he would not force her if she panicked. But he was sure she would see it through, just like everything she undertook. Brett didn't tell her he had been dreaming of filming her with another man since they started watching the videos. And that he was still pinching himself ten times a day, not believing that she had agreed to go along with his amoral dream.

A few days later, when Brett told Geraldine he had written a resume about her and posted it on a site he had found, she asked to see the advert. She was more than a bit miffed with him and asked why he excluded her from the selection process. Brett noted her annoyance and explained, "Picking the right guy will likely be a pretty unsavoury process, as I'm sure many of the replies will be from perverted freaks. So I was hoping to insulate you from all that."

But when Brett saw she was still unconvinced, he pulled a Word document up on the screen and tilted the monitor so she could read it.

The advert read: A couple wanting to explore their sexuality with another man, preferably black and well-endowed. Gerrie, my thirty-four-year-old wife, is a steamy redhead with pale skin and a trim hourglass figure. She is insatiable, willing and up for any kinky stimulating experiences. Please supply details and photos, and we will reciprocate with the same once we choose the lucky guy.

"You make me sound like some wanton trollop. And kinky has me worried. I don't know that I can live up to your expectations."

"That's what I thought would be needed to get some replies. And I don't think of you as some wanton trollop. I'll run the final applicants past you. Is that okay?"

"I guess. But keep all the replies. I want to see them sometime."

Brett came to Gerrie two weeks later with three names. But he said only one of the three met their expectations. His name was Chima, and he lived in New Orleans. The other two men were good, but he had ruled them out, as one, incredibly, lived less than twenty miles away, and they couldn't take the risk of playing around with a guy they could easily run into at a later date. The other man had excellent credentials, but he was white.

Geraldine asked if Chima had sent a photo, and Brett told her he had. But he wouldn't show her as he thought it would be more exciting if there were mystery and anticipation about the weekend away. But he did promise her the guy was handsome and well-endowered. However, what he didn't tell her, was his main reason for not showing her Chima's photos was because the guy's cock was huge, and he was frightened Chima's size might put her off.