In My Mind's Eye

My beautiful and loving wife has just taken a lover; she is out on a date with him right now.

My last image is her trotting out the door in a tight low cut dress and high heels, getting into her car, and disappearing from view but not from my dreams.

I was quite thrilled knowing that my wife was on a date with another guy. I was nearly convulsing with a weird blend of both anguish and excitement. I remember feeling a little jealous and a certain level of erotic euphoria, that was confirmed by but the massive erection straining to break out of my pants and proclaim it's overwhelming approval of this wildly insane situation.

The idea of my wife being out with another man feels like a dream, one that I am not sure how to deal with. It is the fuel for my fantasy and my torment. It is so many different and conflicting emotions to cope with; erotic, breath-taking, frightening, a source of dread and delight that I now embrace for better or for worst as a part of my new way of life.

Right up until the moment she got into the car, she gave me every chance, every opportunity to call it off. Even though everything in me at that moment wanted what was happening to be a dream and not reality, even so I did nothing it to stop her.

I am sitting here now in the dark gazing out at the hidden secrets of the night. I know at this very moment my wife is in a hotel room fucking another man.

My mind is racing; part of me is terrified about losing her and wondering what she will be doing tonight. I imagine the two of them in every position possible. I think about how wonderful her pussy feels when it surrounds my cock and that it is now filled with the full measure of another guy's manhood instead of mine.

I keep looking at the pile of clothes on the floor, from when she was getting ready for tonight remembering how she was agonizing over the perfect outfit to enhance her sexuality, just to please another man for his appreciation and excitement. There is just no substitute for the emotional and sexual thrill that accompanies a new relationship.

I worship this incredible woman I have been with for decades and I want her to experience every validation of her beauty and sensuality, to confirm for her that she is sexy.

I really love to just watch her in front of the mirror getting ready. She knows exactly how she wants to look and how to get there. It's the little things that get me the most. If my wife is wearing a garter belt she always has me fasten the snaps on the garter and she will sometimes have me zip up her dress. I do enjoy helping her create such a sexy and erotic master piece needing to be seen and enjoyed by the whole world.

She must have spent two hours just getting dressed, practically trying on every outfit in her entire wardrobe (which is, believe me, a lot of clothes!) Every outfit she would ponder in the full-length mirror, trying different variations of shoes, skirts, or dresses before deciding it wasn't good enough and dropping it in the pile.

She finally decided on an outfit I bought her a couple of years back, but had never worn because it was "a bit too slutty." It was a tight red dress with a low-cut V-neck that exposed lots of cleavage. She must have tried that dress on ten times before finally going with it. God she looked amazing.

It felt both strange and exciting helping her decide what to wear knowing all the while that this is all being done, not for my benefit but for another man.

I suppose most people wonder how I could handle knowing my wife is going out to have hot sex with another man. My response is that with a little sexual maturity and experience I can now distinguish the difference between love and lust and appreciate them both for what they are.

I was insanely jealous and very possessive until my mid-30s. I really don't know where that jealousy came from but I think it was just my own insecurities controlling me.

As I got older and more confident with myself and my marriage, then my thoughts focused on swinging (which of course had the added benefit of me having sex with other women).

Later I realized that I really don't want to fuck another woman, the real turn on for me is the idea of my wife having sex with other men while I remain her anchor of security and support. I lost my lust for other women and rekindled my lust for my own sexy lady when I entered this new phase of my own sexual evolution.

I am not saying there is no jealousy. Hell no, it's the mind game that makes this whole scenario so erotic and appealing for me.

I know women have a hard time wrapping their head around this whole idea. From the very beginning my wife had difficulty believing I am capable of giving her this kind freedom without some type of repercussions.

She worries that I would become jealous and attempt to use it against her. She thinks that I will not respect her and think of her only as a slut and maybe even divorce her or that I will use it as leverage to allow me to sleep with other women. Nothing is further from the truth but I don't know how to totally convince her otherwise.

When she finally agreed to go out on this date I was like a kid on Christmas morning, I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.

That was then, this is now. Tonight the house is empty and I am here alone trapped with the images of those wonderful moments leading up to and including her emotional departure to join her new lover.

I pour myself a large glass of bourbon and plop back down into the worn out recliner which is my suburban throne and drift back into the preponderance of this strange self-inflicted dilemma I have created.

Waiting here like this is an excruciating emotional roller coaster ride that goes up and down from intense arousal to uncontrollable dread, and pretty much every thrilling gut wrenching emotion in between.

As my mind begins to wander into the shadows of my imagination, the images of her making love to another man keep running through my mind. Her body wrapped up by the arms of another man. Her ass, her breasts being fondled and cupped enjoyed by someone else.

I imagined her lying there naked being the slut I desire and ache for with all my heart and soul, now being devoured by another man, giving herself to him completely without any reservation or restrictions on the use of her body.

His lips are on her now as she lies back on the bed, with her legs spread for him.

His hands sliding down to slip beneath the edge of her dress, the groan that would break from him as they kiss, as he fondles her beautiful ass.

The way she would press her body against him as her passion for him rose suddenly. I know that body and that passion oh so well.

I can well imagine the pleasure he now is experiencing. I remember the excitement of being with her the first time. I am a bit jealous of him for that. She is an amazing woman, if she were not my wife I would definitely pay to have sex with her, she is really that good.

I can image her taking his cock in her mouth, as he holds the back of her head and controls the pace and depth of it. I imagine how he uses her for his enjoyment, treating her as his bitch, not his love.

The best moment for me would be the first time he slips inside her, the point at which he presses his erect phallus between the petals of her pussy.

The way she would lift her legs up, widening herself for him, feeling his crown nudge into place at her entrance. Then that beautiful, agonizingly wonderful moment when his bulbous head parts her lips, widening her, pressing inward just a little, before pulling back, bathing itself in her juices, readying itself for the next giant pulverizing thrust, each time going deeper and deeper into the forbidden sanctity of her martial womb.

The look in her eyes as this man, this new lover, the first since we said our marriage vows so many years ago, fills her with his hard, hungry cock and a new lust for sex and life that she has not experienced or enjoyed in far too many years.

The gasp that would break from her, the way her mouth would open, eyes widening, as her hips tilted upward, willing him to fill her as much as he can, as deeply as he can, as she allows him to take her anyway that he wants.

Her overwhelming sense of urgency to get everything she can while she can, because when this moment is gone it may never come again. To live in that moment and no other, with a complete focus and determination of making this the best sex of her life and his.

Her legs now widening, her pussy gripping him gently, slick, and warm, wonderful beyond words, and the way her hips move, lifting to pull him in deeper, her fingers digging into his buttocks coaxing him on.

His large erect penis stretches her making her moan loudly in pleasure. His incredible machine like stamina defies description, never needing to stop to regain his composure. He is able to give her the proper fucking that she desires, that she needs and that she truly deserves.

When he feels her on the edge, ready to cum, her body shaking, shuddering beneath him, he grabs on to her even more aggressively not letting her break away as she does with me, he holds on and keeps jamming that rock hard cock into her even deeper to her depts.

She squeals in uncontrolled and overwhelming sensitivity, she struggles against his grip on her hips. As he continues to slide in and out of her enjoying his control before he finally erupts deep into her loins, grunting loudly. He continues in an awkward but steady rhythm, as his hot cum pumps into her like a gushing fountain.

His body convulses. Her pussy is wrapped tight around his throbbing shaft and she shivers moaning as an earth shattering, mind blowing orgasm overcomes her! She closes her eyes almost ready to pass out overwhelmed and in complete bliss, surrendering her body to him as she lies there not wanting or able to move.

He slowly rocks his hips into her, as his orgasm subsides as small ripples of pleasure pass through him and his cock twitches periodically leaving even more of his seed in her well fucked pussy.

His sex juice spills out running onto the sheets, as his dick softens, slipping out, he collapses beside her. Her used cunt now stretched and hanging wide open oozing with his cum, red and sore after the mega pounding it's just received.

I wonder how she will look. Disheveled? Flushed? I hope so. I hope she has cum so many times she doesn't know if she can take any more.

I wish I was there to see it all, my feelings for her right now are so raw so intense, but I will just have to settle for the images I have created here in my imagination.

The sound of a passing airplane brings me back to the reality here alone in this dark lonely man cave, barren of the joy that her presence always brings.

I realize I am just letting my imagination run wild. I look down and at my glass and notice it's empty so I decided it is time to drain the weasel and get a refill.

When I returned to my perch I once again begin to contemplate these perverted fantasies that have taken control of my marriage and of my life.

As I look out at the other houses in the neighborhood occupied by "normal" married couples I wondered if any of them have explored or even participated in extra-marital sex or this type of life style?

I am not sure but for me maybe it's the competitive aspect, the danger that my wife will end up enjoying the sex too much. It's gambling with our relationship and the risk is exciting. As they say, the greater the risk, the greater the thrill.

When someone else wants her or when she wants someone else then I want her back and I realize how beautiful and wonderful she is and I want to feel that way about her all the time and not to take her for granted. Anything that helps me keep that feeling and makes me appreciate her and what we have together cannot be all bad.

Perhaps I have a vicarious interest in experiencing her being sexual so I that can extend my own erotic enjoyment of her sexuality. I want to bask in her slutty side to know and feed upon it. It's not the orgasm but getting there that is fun, the mental orgasm of explicit thoughts and images of a sex goddess that everyman secretly dreams about.

I think a lot of it is that I enjoy bringing out the naughty side of my women, to lead her astray, allowing her to release that inner slut that she has been made to repress her whole life.

Women crave adventure, love, attention, and I recognize that the people you want to fuck the most are not necessarily the people you want to be married to. Every once in a while, a stranger comes along with either an amazing cock, or amazing talents, "skills" or attributes that differentiate him.

I want her to experience that amazement, the thrill of having sex with someone new, the unpredictability, the excitement of the unknown; it can be liberating and such an incredible turn on! I want her to feel that she is a prize a prize worth winning. Why wouldn't I want her to experience that?

I think sometimes a marriage can strangle the mental aspect of sex, which is what this life style is all about. True sex is not about the physical feelings but the psychological feeling of her being desired by other men.

If you only probe the body of a women and not her mind, if you never descend into the depths of her erotic psyche then you miss out on the greatest treasures that a women has to offer to a man. A treasure that sometimes can only be released by sharing her with another man so that you can observe it like an out of body experience, detached from her and your own selfish needs for just that special moment.

When she gives her body to another man, she gives me a glimpse into her inner self that even she is afraid to gaze upon or even acknowledge. Every woman has a whore hidden inside her and I want to want explore and experience that side of my wife, the women I have chosen to share my life and all of eternity with.

I want to know her erotic dreams, her need to be consumed and devoured by a man. To stare into the soul of a wild women driven by desire and lust for a man's seed. I want to and experience that part of my women to know her in ways she doesn't even know herself. That is what a soul mate does and what I want to do at least once with the women of my dreams that shares my bed and wears my wedding ring even tonight when she is with another man.

Oh God, here I go again over-thinking it instead of just accepting this for what is and enjoying the moment. Why the hell do I do that? I always sabotage the beauty of the moment and lose out on the best things in life.

When I get this way my wife usually says, "Oh just shut up and fuck me" it is one of the many reasons I love her, of course that and the fact she has really big tits.

As my thoughts drift back to her and this erotic adventure she is now a part of, I just realized that I don't know anything about the guy she is out with. She had been very vague and very cryptic about him and now I am starting to explore the possibilities in my mind with all this spare time I now have on my hands.

Maybe he is a black guy, a well hung black stud, one that will give it to her rough. My wife says she has always had the fantasy of being with a black man, the allure, the excitement that surrounds the culturally taboo aspects of a married white women having sex with a black men.

My wife has always had an image or stereo type of black men that they are very well hung and much longer lasting, more dominant, more intense, and much more aggressive in bed. I know the idea of it really turns her on. She once told me she had dream once of a black lover that would use her like a whore, fuck her like he owned her, the rougher the better, taking her past her limits, to places she could never go on her own.

I have to confess that thinking about her with a black man it is definitely one of my greatest recurring fantasies too. I regularly imagine her mounting a large thick black cock and riding it until the white cream just coats his balls and she orgasms repeatedly with screams that can be heard clear across the universe.

I can just image the scene unfolding in front of me, as my wife is on her knees with this well huge black man towering over her.

She reaches out and takes a firm hold of his massive cock caressing and squeezing his dark swollen member, rubbing the head and the shaft with one hand while rubbing his balls with the other, rolling them, cupping them, tracing her fingers lightly along them making them tighten.

As a jewel of pre-cum grows on the tip I can see the hunger in my wife's eyes as she moves forward and her tongue flicks out to taste his nubbin nectar. His hips jerks as her tongue probed his pee slit teasing him like the dirty little slut that she is.

Her mouth is stretched wide to accommodate his massive black cock as she wraps her red luscious lips around his large head and begins to suck. Her hands stroke his shaft in time with her head rocking back and forth, sliding the mushroom tip of his penis in and out between her lips.

She begins running her tongue and lips down each side of his dick sometimes in opposite directions, occasionally pausing at the tip and swirling her tongue over it kissing it savoring it looking up at him to gauge his reaction. There is something so erotic and so dirty about the whole scene and the slutty smile on her face as she devours his beautiful black manhood and the illicit power that is represents to her.

His hand moves onto the back of her head as he starts to push her down more on his erect member. She is clearly okay with this as she continues sucking away with one hand massaging his balls while her other is rubbing her own pussy. As she licks and sucked on his cock he leans back and his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids flutter as he grunts and groans.

She is taking him deeply in her mouth now. Her tongue is licking on the bottom of him as she sucks him like a starving animal devouring a piece of meat. Every once in a while he pushes his big cock deep into her mouth showing her the control he has over her.

She can sense his approaching orgasm and her movements quicken. Her cheeks are sunken with the force of her sucking that magnificent black pole.

His groans get louder and louder until his balls spasmodically jerk and he fills my wife's mouth with his cum, she swallows, trying not to lose any of his seed.

She smiles, her lips are glistening wetly from the small amount of his cum that had escaped her ravenous appetite.

After a minute or so of this he reaches down, grabs her wrists, and hauls her to her feet.

Still holding her by the wrists, he pulls her arms up straight over her head and tugs her in towards him bringing her mouth up to his and shoves his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply.

She is kissing him back madly, gasping, and intertwining her tongue with his.

He is now holding her wrists together with his right hand and is now tugging at her nipples with his left hand and he is now nearly lifting her off her feet and he leans in and kisses and bites her neck.

He then cups her left breast and pulls it up to his mouth as he leans down and salivates wetly all over her nipple while flicking it with the tip of his massive tongue.

Her head is vacillating from side to side with her long hair swaying back and forth and her pretty blue eyes closed tight while she is softly moaning.

He pulls her to the bed and pushes her onto her back, still holding her hands together and pinning them to the bed as he continues to kiss, bite, and lick her tits.

He releases her hands as he licks down her belly towards her pussy.

She reaches down and runs her hand over his head caressing it as he plunges his tongue deep into her out stretched cunt.