Part I -- On the Boat
The muted sun is straining through the clouds, softening its harsh, bright light and blistering heat. Soft winds caress the sails, coaxing us gently toward our destination like a father teaching his son how to bicycle. The small haze of perspiration on our skins is gently wicked away with each cuddly-soft puff of breeze. Even through the cooling winds, the sun still rapidly heats our exposed skin, hastening us to find the comfortable crevices of mid-day shadows under the sails. The sea that had roiled and rumbled a mere 24 hours earlier has been reduced to a tepid bath, too calm and serene for much other than thought and pen. So, there I sit, on the bow of the gently rolling catamaran cursing the wretched thoughts bubbling to the top of my lager-filled and sun-baked mind.
Instead of enjoying the paradise surrounding me, I'm embroiled in a ridiculous nighttime fantasy that has escaped into day. I sit here, wondering whether any of the others on the boat will notice the growing bulge in the thin nylon shorts I wear. Wondering if I should be damned for eternity for the devilishly erotic thoughts of my wife coursing through my head? Wondering if ever it would happen? Wondering how I would react if it did? Wondering what is the cure for wondering such things? Action I suppose. But I outpaced reality with that simplistic notion. Before action, there would surely need to be thought, conversation, understanding, agreement, and ultimately attraction to the idea and the act.
What would be the selling points for me? Simple. I'm a perverted voyeur who thinks his wife would look incredibly sexy with her legs spread wide and begging for the huge black cock fucking her to pump its extra-marital seed deep inside her married pussy. I think my wife would be amazing, covered in a sexy sheen of passion and lust that rendered her senseless as she stroked and sucked on the thick cock that had just filled her cunt with its load, coaxing more ropes of sticky cum to splash on her pretty face and then tenuously drip down onto her outrageously erect nipples atop her perfect 34C tits.
What would be the selling points/reasons I think she'd do it? She obviously enjoys sex...everything except anal and swallowing. Hell, she'll even take a cum shot on the face. She doesn't get as much sex as she wants. She loves to show off her body even though she wouldn't outright admit it. She says the wants to please me. She likes being a "cool wife" and a "hot wife." We've talked about it before and went so far as to call the other guy. She's said a few things about a few other men being sexy and even commented on how if we weren't married, she'd be dating one of them. So the concept of sex with other guys isn't entirely foreign to her.
I suppose part of the thought process not only needs to be why she would do it, but why she wouldn't. First, she'd be worried that it would affect our relationship. Undoubtedly, she'd be concerned that I would somehow think negatively for her having fucked someone else...much less for having enjoyed it. She might think that I'm just asking so I can later "use it against her." She might think it too awkward. She might be concerned about her reputation as a teacher. She might be concerned about getting pregnant. She might be concerned about catching an STD. When I say "might," I actually mean "probably would" to "most definitely would." She might be concerned that she'd be a "slut." She might be concerned that it would violate our wedding vows. She's very adept at coming up for reasons she wouldn't or shouldn't do something. I'm sure I've missed a few...or several.
There are also reasons why I wouldn't want it to happen. I'm leery of the thought that maybe the maxim is true...and once she went black, she'd never come back. I'm somewhat concerned that despite my feelings otherwise at the moment, that after it happens, I'll be upset or resentful that it did. I'm worried that someone who shouldn't find out about it would find out about it. I'm worried about STDs and pregnancy. I'm worried that one or both of us would come away from the situation less engaged in our marriage. I'm worried that she'd form an emotional bond with him that would develop into a relationship. I'm worried (and a little turned on) that she'd want to or would do it again with him or other black men with or without me around. I worry that the experience might physically or emotionally hurt her. We're kind of alike.
Nevertheless, I revel in my fantasy and enjoy the wicked rush of feeling the spray from the front of the boat lightly splashing across my chest while my cock pulses and rages with the erotic thoughts spinning inside my head.
Part II -- Back Home
We talked on and off about the topic for weeks and months. And just as I'd guessed, all of the topics I listed above were all the topics we talked about. I found it was especially entertaining and she was most compliant with my wishes when we were fucking or I was going down on her. As we sat there on lazy Saturday, talking about my favorite topic, she relented and said ok. Later that day, we placed an ad on adultfriendfinder.com.
MWC seeking BM to fuck slut wife. Wife is blonde/green eyed beauty, 5'9", 140, 36C, D/D free and shaved. BM should be D/D free (with recent test results available), handsome, tall, athletic build, and at least 8" when erect and fairly thick. One night only. No strings attached. Husband may participate (no M/M) and/or take photos/video. At her discretion, BM may fuck bareback.
The ad included a few pics of Kelly without her face visible. One showed her just standing there, with her legs slightly spread wearing a black mesh teddy. Her pink nipples just barely showed through the dark material and if you strained hard enough, you could make out just the subtle hint of her pussy lips clinging to the thin material. The next picture was one of her wearing the same outfit, except the top was pulled down below her luscious tits, baring them for all of the world to see her obviously excited nipples. Finally, the last picture was one of her spreading her legs as she sat back on our couch wearing the same black lace teddy. This time, though, she had pulled the thin thong crotch to the side and was spreading her pretty pink pussy lips to show just where she wanted her first black cock. We figured after we got some replies, we'd weed them out and settle on a few options that we'd look into more seriously.
Part III -- The Date
After we settled on Jim, we set a date. There were many, many well-endowed black men who were very excited about the opportunity to fuck my gorgeous white wife. I wasn't surprised, but Kelly was. She admitted that she loved the attention she was getting online...and in real life. But, that's another story. Ultimately, Kelly picked Jim out for a couple of reasons. We'd chatted with him and he seemed fairly friendly and down-to-earth. He'd sent us pics and Kelly readily found his chiseled physique very attractive. And while she's always claimed that size wasn't an issue, she was candidly impressed with the length (10") and girth (6") of Jim's cock. Even in his normal flaccid state, he was 5" long, just a mere inch shy of my full-on erection.
We met him in the hotel bar of a nice place in downtown St. Louis. He was well-dressed and quite friendly and open. Kelly was looking amazing and he quickly complimented her. We'd previously discussed what she should wear and settled on a new dress she'd just bought. It was a black tube top dress with a short flowing bottom that we'd bought. The hem fell just below the bottom of her ass-cheeks, threatening to give everyone a delightful view if the wind blew just so. The tight tube top accentuated her tits, riding just so her nipples were at the very most upper edge of her top, leaving them ready to peek out with the merest downward slippage or sudden movement. Her tits were tightly pressed together and offered up for viewing by nearly anyone passing by. Underneath, she had on the tiniest little mesh pink microthong that barely covered her smooth, sexy pussy that we'd just shaved in her bath just hours ago. She was wearing a pair of chunky stripper style platform heels that elevated her to nearly six feet tall.
After we'd talked with Jim for a while and consumed some tasty adult beverages, it was evident that he and Kelly were getting along very well. Of course, the xanax and five glasses of champagne Kelly had had while we sat there probably had something to do with it. I soon realized that Kelly had turned mostly toward Jim as they carried on talking and I was pretty much just sitting there observing. I soaked it in and could tell that Kelly was in full flirt mode as she kept laughing at nearly every word Jim spoke, lightly touching his arm and shoulder as she did so. Jim was apparently feeling touchy, also, as he had rested his strong right hand on Kelly's lean left thigh that she'd crossed over her right leg. They kept leaning in close and I couldn't make out what they were saying over the loud music and others talking around us in the bar.
I did manage to overhear Kelly incredulously ask, "Do you really think you can fit it all in?"
Jim's confident response was, "Don't worry, baby, I'll have you stuffed completely."
Kelly just smiled and laughed.