I Need to Find Her Another

This is stuck between two categories - Loving Wives and Interracial. It is not complete, but at the same time, it was written to the point where it could be ended if there was no interest in the rest of the story. Names, places, and other things changed; fantasy was added to make it more fun to read. All stories have truths to them; your job is to find it or just enjoy it as a story.

Part 1

"Hey, babe, have you ever cheated on me during our marriage?"

Thirty minutes ago, my wife of 23 years has just sucked my cock dry. She woke up, rolled over, and gave me head. I love this about her. She was now in hot pink booty-style shorts and a snug-fitting crop top. She was in the kitchen making herself a bagel and coffee.

As she walked into the room with two coffees and a plate of bagels and pastries, she asked me, "It's only fair. I have the same question for you."

I chuckled and told her I asked first, so she answered first. She glared at me, grabbed her coffee and a bagel, and left. She works from home on Tuesday to Friday. So she was headed to her home office.

(There is a reason for this line of questions, which I will share later.)

I went back to watching SportsCenter and getting all ready to watch March Madness.

I'm guessing it was about half an hour when she came out for a coffee refill. She stopped, "Three times unless you count blow jobs and hand jobs as cheating."

She got her coffee, came out, and sat down. "System is updating. It will take some time. The first time was with my old boss at a conference like five years ago. The second time was last year with a stranger I met at the same yearly work convention. The second night. Just a quickie after drinks and dancing. The last time was the January conference. It started on the first night. Alcohol was involved again, but we did things every night we were there."

"Tell me about the blow jobs and hand jobs?"

"That was way back in the first part of the marriage when you kept getting deployed. There was a guy from the gym. Smooth talker, and I was lonely and horny. So for six months, I sucked him dry after Wednesday workout, then he started asking for a hand job like we were in high school. So I would meet him wherever he picked and sit next to him in his car and jerked him off."

I am going to count that as a cumulative two more. So, five times. To answer back three times, two while deployed and one time in a hotel." She asked me immediately about how, while deployed, and also what her rank and job were. I explained she was a major. She was a shift nurse, and she shared her cargo box hut they had for us. Because I was a senior NCO, they let me have one all by myself. Mine had a toilet, shower, and the works, while hers was a sleeping area.

As we talked, I explained that I had shared my cell number. Yes, we had cell phones there in case they needed help with the camel spiders." She called me one time and asked two things. First, I would look out the window to see if there was anything outside their hut. The second was whether she could use my showers and other amenities so she wouldn't be late for a meeting. It is quicker than the 1/4-mile walk to and from the general facilities. To give you the same amount of information you gave me. She came over. There is no real privacy in the huts, so she just stripped, showered, dressed, and left. That night she showed up again, stripped, and said you have seen mine, show me yours, then fuck me. For the next six months, at least once a week, she would show up for sex. No love or romance, just raw primal; we could die tomorrow sex. On my next tour in the sandbox, she was back there also. We ended up on the same base for the last six months. She was a Lt. Col, and I was a Master Sergeant then. Same thing all over again."

My sweet wife, Holly, stared at me with a furrowed brow and tight, grimacing lips. She got up and started walking towards the office again. Not a word was said. So in my mind, I am already on her shit list. Let's just go for broke and get on the sleep-on-couch list.

"He, babe, while you contemplate my demise, think on this. Would you be willing to hotwife for me, go on sex dates, then come home and fuck me while telling me what all was done to you are with you?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck, just... just, Fuuuuuck." She never looked back at me and only slightly raised her voice. Then the office door slammed, and quiet prevailed in the house. So much done all before noon. LOL

I went into the office shortly after this and got all my work documents and the laptop, then set up at the dining table where I could work and watch the games. I did not hear a peep from her. Even on the two trips for more coffee and a pastry, she said nothing and just glared at me.

While I was making a sandwich with chips and a Dr. Pepper for a drink, Holly showed up, and she finally spoke again. "So, let me get this right. You suggested I start dressing slutty, go pick up strangers somewhere and have sex with them and come back to you so we can fuck while I tell you all that happened?"

In for a penny, in for a pound. "Yeah, and whenever possible, record it or get pictures of it."

"Jesus Christ, Mark, you just told me you want your wife, me, to become some type of fucking cheap slut that just goes out and fucks. Why the hell, no. no. No, where the hell did you get this idea? Why the fuck is this even in your thoughts. Did I do something to make you hate me?" With that, she grabbed what she had made for her lunch and stormed off to the office again.

Nothing else was said on the subject for days. Things went back to normal the next day. I did some digging and figured out the guy she had seen in the conference who was being transferred, and I got his internal email. Josh, or Joshua, was his name. So, I had an ace in the hole. Part two was now being implemented.

Now, for the reason for this. I had been feeling shitty off and on for over three years. It started about the same time she attended the conference, where she met Josh. My doctor has been monitoring what appeared to be an inactive cancer. That is the best I can put it, but there are too many medical terms. They have spent the last three years monitoring and trying to determine the type and severity of the condition. The two specialists had taken their hands off and let sleeping dogs sleep approach. Well, a week ago, I got the call that it seems, based on the last test, the blood showed some activity in the cancer. The news went something like this: "You have an orphan-type cancer. It is terminal, but it can be managed, and its progression can be delayed. How long is up to you and the cancer? You could be gone in a month or ten years. There is a treatment that is done with oral medication."

My question was, if there is treatment, why is it terminal? They responded with, "We do not know enough other than some have lived into their late ages on this medication, and others have passed quickly." They were saying there was not enough data to know.

When I stopped at the pharmacy to inquire about the med and its side effects, the lead pharmacist pulled me aside into the consultation room. Holly and I have known our pharmacist since we were in college. I first made her promise not to share anything with my wife till I do. Then we got into the side effects. Most of them I had dealt with on other meds for my overly active lifestyle in my youth. But one was being unable to achieve and maintain an erection. She pointed out that it appears from other males who have taken this med that manual stimulation can get you there, but if you stop, so does the erection. Thus, my current endeavor to find her a man to bring her pleasure I will not be able to continue to do in a few months.

To be clear, Holly has no clue at this point in the story. Let me describe this as a starting point: just as I did in an ad, I was thinking of placing it on several websites. My wife is 43 years old, 5-6, 145 pounds, curvy but still athletic. She had light brown hair that is long. It is long enough when in front of her covers her tits completely. Speaking of tits, hers are 38C pert and nice to play with. Very sensitive nipples that are hard all the time, it seems. The nipples, the side of her neck, and her ass cheeks all seem to be the apparent erogenous zone. Some are more hidden. She loves all positions, is excellent at oral, and does all three holes willingly. Greenish eyes that are very expressive. Her pussy has dark hair at the moment in a landing strip. She has had it bare and in a trimmed-up bush. Her fuck holes are both very tight. Her pussy does get tighter the more she is turned on.

I followed that description with what I was looking for. I am not including it here, as I have changed it so many times by the time I reached this point. My real first task is to find several different black gentlemen to chat with about what I want to accomplish. I want to start with Josh. He had made a statement she said that he owned her pussy. I must know more.

The problem with placing ads is the unrelenting responses. Ninety-eight percent go straight to the trash. Almost 60 percent were not even within an hour of where we lived. However, my interaction with Josh had taken a more positive start. After a few exchanged texts, I finally said, 'Let's meet in person so the responses aren't hours apart.' He agreed.

The meeting was tense at the start. He was on guard, fearing the worst from me. Finally, I found the magic phrase, apparently, that relaxed him. "Do you really truly want to own her, even more than just sexually, or was that just an I am cumming statement?" That one question triggered a waterfall of information.

He looked at me for the longest time, then responded, "Okay, I am going to gamble here that you really wanta to know. Yes, I want to own her sexual type own her. Sexual, do my bidding when I call, how I say. Accept that I can modify her looks and her body, and she has no say, share her with who I want - everything. She would be my white, married whore property. Does that sufficiently answer what the real question is?"

I smiled and nodded. "What would you say if I told you? You have my blessing, and I want you to proceed in trying to do that, just not yet."

"WTF, why?"

"I have a cancer. It is controlled right now. I have no idea how long it will stay that way. The downside is that the meds I am on are beginning to affect my ability to get hard and stay hard. I won't bore you with the details. Just that lately, if I start talking to her about being a hotwife, shared wife, or owned wife in foreplay, I get hard enough that she can ride me. Without that, it does not perform as designed. She does not know the cause of this, and I do not want her to know for a very long time. Like when she is fully owned and dedicated to her owner time frame." I laughed pretty hard after that.

Josh sat quietly for a very long time as we ate and sipped on our drinks. Finally, he asked one question, "So you're dying, and you are doing this so she doesn't suffer with you?" I responded that it wasn't nearly that noble. Yes, we are all dying, I said, me just a little sooner than planned. I explained that I was doing it so I could enjoy sex of some form till I can't while making sure something I know she will love and get into gives her pleasure also.

It was only three in the afternoon when we got to this point. She texted while this last bit was happening. It was to the point, as she always was when she had decided something. "Babe, were you serious that I could fuck anyone I wanted under your rules?"

I responded yes immediately. I was like, maybe this will all work out.

"Good, I will be home by 4:30. Let's see how good you are at getting me ready. I will confirm a date with a 24-year-old grad student I met today who got your whore wife's pussy wet. That's what you want me to call myself, right? Your white whore wife? (She typed this, dripping with sarcasm and venom) After the date, I told him I was bringing him home to fuck him in front of you repeatedly and all night. I hope you can deal with being a true spectator until tomorrow after he leaves. Something classy but slutty will work." This was the next text she sent. I sat and stared in disbelief. I hurriedly explained to Josh that I would email him the details of what I needed from this and a couple of simple rules, and then he could decide if he wanted me to let him know when to start working on it seriously. In the meantime, enjoy working with her again. He was beginning the following Monday. This had picked up speed.

X x x x x

I got home at about 4:15 and started laying out possible choices. All were in skirts and dresses. All had thigh-high stockings, skimpy panties, and heels. No bras, not even for the two sheer top options.

When she got home, she asked where I was, and I told her I was just lying out the last option. She walked in, looked, and replied with a gasp and an "oh my gawd." Then she took pictures and sent them to her date. When the reply came, she gasped again and started muttering, I knew this was wrong. I asked her if she knew what they were doing on the date and the locations they were going to. She replied that she did not. I pointed out that it should be asked, as that will really determine if you agree with his choice or not. I mean, he is a horny 24 year old that's going to get laid repeatedly.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and exchanged texts.

"He is asking for a lot. I just wanted to see if I could really do this. I guess I can back out. He wants my pussy shaved bald and asked if I had time to dye my hair reddish, like more red than brown, and nails in bright red. He likes the sheerest one, the black one, but he wants bright red panties so it shows through." I chuckle to myself while fighting to keep my excitement to myself.

I asked her if he had explained his plans to her. She sighed and handed me the phone. She said she had never heard of either of them. I had. The dinner and then dancing before fucking plan seemed a good one to him and me. I knew how horny she got with wine. I opened the laptop to the place he planned for dinner. It was a moderately priced, upscale restaurant with numerous spots to be seated in a more private setting. It is also a place none of our friends or her co-workers would ever go. It is too far out on the edge of town. I switch the laptop over to the club. I had heard of it, mostly blacks, and interracial couples, and tons of college kids during the weekend. It was near the campus. It was at the far edge of the college bar district. I went there with some buddies for a wet T-shirt contest one night last year. Of course, I have never told Holly.

"See, honey, both are in places where no co-workers will show. Both have some class to them. I think you will be completely fine. Look at some of the girls dancing at the club in the gallery section. You could pull off the one he likes by just adding the cute Belero jacket to cover the tits outside and in the restaurant and then rock the being exposed and showed off at the club."

She sighed and started scrolling and flipping between the two web pages. I left her alone to dwell on this. This is when I was sure she would back out. I had told her there was no harm in not doing this since it was more of a whim. I got an "I can do this" response. I told her how much I loved her for even trying.

A few minutes later, she came down the hallway in the hot pink panties, black lacy fine mesh thing highs, and five-inch heels I had never seen before. "Do you really think that by just adding the jacket, I can pull this off?" That is what she asked. I expressed that we wouldn't know for sure until she was fully dressed and had the jacket on.

"Look at me in this. I mean, Jesus, nothing is hidden. I open the jacket or take it off, and I am fully exposed. The hot pink is so visible, and they are thongs, so my ass is on full display with no cover. Would you really let me go out like this and be paraded around?"

After she finished getting fully dressed and did her modeling with an angry face and some concerned panic, she stood staring at me for a response. "Babe, sweetheart, I trust you and your judgment. I love you, and the fact that you have even gone far enough to dress and check it out is amazing. Your ass is amazing, sexy as fuck. It should be shown off and shared. I will leave it to you to decide if this is something you do or even want to do, but you are sexy and hot as fuck." As I finished my response, she seemed to have a little more calmness in her face.

"Fuck it, I'm going. I mean, you only live once, and I am just finding there is a whole part of living to explore, thanks to you, my love, and the asshole that caused all my nasty thought." With that, she buttoned the jacket, grabbed her clutch purse, and was out the door.

X x x x X

It was just shortly before one in the morning when I heard the door being unlocked. I was sitting in complete darkness in the family room with only the TV on. I was semi-awake until I heard the key in the front door. Now to see if she was good to her word, she was bringing her date home to fuck all night.

"Should I like to be quiet or anything?" The guy asked as they came in. So she had brought him home.

"No, Daniel, you better be just like you have been all night, babe, or I am going to be pissed and disappointed both. No baby, we going right down there near the TV, and we are going to make out, and you are going to get me undressed like I am gonna strip your hot black body naked, then I am gonna suck you dry. Then we are going to my bedroom and fuck until we fall asleep. You can leave sometime in the morning after I get a good morning fuck." My wife was drunk or horny beyond anything I had heard her be before or worse, both and fully into this lifestyle suddenly.

"I can't believe you called my bluff and walked out of the club dressed like that. You are one crazy hot white MILF. I can hardly wait to own you." I was curious and worried about hearing that.

"It was the wine and the cum" was her reply.

I had earlier moved into the grey recliner in the corner in the complete darkness. Even when they walked near me, unless they turned to the right, they would not see me. Even the glow from the TV did not light my area. I think she knew I was going to be there, as there was no way she saw my shadowy figure anywhere. The fact that ten minutes ago, she texted and asked if I was still watching the tube. Of course, I said yes. I do not believe that Daniel knew or saw me until they left the room much later.

Right there in the middle of the room, well, more towards the couch and coffee table, she turned to him and embraced him, and they started kissing. This was when I realized she was wearing only her thong, the stocking, and heels, along with an unbuttoned jacket. No dress. I was rock hard. Maybe I will overcome the cancer drug effects if she keeps this up. I didn't dare touch myself and give away my hiding spot to Daniel.

I watched as Daniel ran his hands up and down her body as they passionately kissed. I saw her run her right hand into his pants and start stroking and rubbing on his cock. Then they did that kiss I had seen in almost all the hotwife vids, where he sticks his tongue out, and she sucks on it like giving it a blow job. When they finally broke the making out, she lowered herself to the knees. Then, I heard something that blew me away.

"Baby girl, daddy was so blown away you actually slid under the table and sucked Roy and Mike off and swallowed all their cum. I so badly wanted you to do me, but I trusted your word you would do it here before we fuck. I can hardly wait for you to agree to my ownership so I can enjoy that kinda play regularly."

A couple of things here. First off, my wife being called 'baby girl' was both hot and strange at the same time. I mean, I understand the term of endearment, but she is 43, and Daniel is like 24, maybe 25. That just sounded weird hearing it. Hearing her giggle when he said it was surreal also. The second thing, well, was his statement about owning her. That was hot, and when she moaned as he said that, it was amazing. I almost came without touching myself. But what had my attention the most, lastly, was the fact he said she had sucked off and swallowed cum from two cocks in the club. WOW, just wow.