As instructed, we were both sitting on the sofa, waiting for his knock on the door. Exactly at 6, I heard him walk up to the door, and he knocked loudly. I looked my wife in the eyes, grabbed her hand, kissed her and said, "I love you." I walked to the door, opened it, and let him in.
It might have been an awkward moment, opening the door for the man who was about to fuck my wife, but it wasn't at all... he took charge right away. "Well, we all know why we are here. Let's get down to it."
Michelle stood up as he shook my hand. He gave her a big hug, and I couldn't help but notice how small she looked next to him. She's a slightly small woman, but he was more than a slightly large man, and you could tell how well-muscled he was even fully dressed. He gave her that hug and then met my eyes as he groped her ass with both hands, casually. I had never, in my entire life, despite many hours of fantasizing, seen another man touch my wife like that. He held her at arms' length and just looked her body up and down. I could see the hunger in his eyes and couldn't help but notice the visible bulge in his pants.
I asked if he wanted anything to drink, and he told me to make him a drink but said that neither of us was to have any alcohol... only water. As I brought the drink to him, he looked long into both our eyes and then said, "we're just here to have fun. You can say no or stop at any time, but I honestly hope you don't." An easy laugh there, and I knew this was all for her benefit. I knew I had no place saying no... no way to slow anything down or stop it. Once I had opened that door for him, everything was really, truly, fully, and completely out of my control. While that was scary, it was also a relief... all I had to do was to just obey.
He handed me a USB drive and told me to plug it in to the TV but not to show anything yet. We sat down on the sofa... my wife in the middle, him on her right side and me on her left. He put his arm casually around her shoulder and told her that there was a folder on the USB drive that had two things in it. One, while she was meeting him at a bar last night, I was, according to his instruction, finding video clips and pictures that showed sexual images that excited me. Two, he had added some things himself in that folder, so most of the images were mine, but not all.
He said this was an icebreaker and this was a good way for her to see what excited me. He said that it was normal I would have trouble sharing some of my interests with her, that many men struggled with this. He told her that he would not, mostly, tell her which images were his choice and which were mine, but he said if I saw anything that I did not like I was to say so.
My cock was already, again, dripping precum and I could see a visible spot on the front of my jeans... I knew this meant that I had also soaked through the pair of her panties I was wearing ( per his instruction) under those jeans. He said that some of what she saw might surprise her, but it was good for her to know what was in my head. It was good for her to know what her husband wanted... what her husband wanted her to do. He laughed again and said that nothing she would see here was impossible.
He told me to open the first file in the folder, so I did, clicking the file as I sat beside her on the sofa. The image that opened on our large TV was one I had found last night: a white woman, on her back, legs wrapped around a large black man who was certainly inside her. Her arms were wrapped around his large shoulders and they were kissing passionately. She looked completely helpless and lost under him, but you could see the ecstasy on her face. It was a sexual and very intimate image. He laughed and said, "ok, I will tell you for sure this one your devoted husband sent me. Wasn't it, Tony?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Have you masturbated to this picture or something like it?"
No place to hide now. "Yes..."
"How often? Have you been masturbating to things like this a lot?"