What follows is a story about the journey my wife and I have been on, that has been years in the making.
I had no idea where it would lead to at the outset.
I've always been more sexually open-minded, willing to explore new things, and push our boundaries, much more than my wife.
To begin, I met Tara in college and have been married to her at this point for over a decade.
Tara comes from a conservative Southern family. After we started dating, even though she was extremely good looking, it quickly became clear to me that Tara was not very experienced sexually. She had had only one or two boyfriends in high school, never given a blowjob, nor had sex.
How lucky for me!
Fortunately, I was able to 'break her in' to some extent in college, but we did not have sex until we got married in our early 20s. That was a bright red line for her.
Where we stand today, you would hardly recognize that sweet, genteel southern belle. Looking backwards, it reminds me of the old quote from Mark Twain regarding how he went bankrupt, "gradually, then all of a sudden."
With Tara, it was a long and slow adventure to incorporate new things into our sex life, but once we got to a certain point, her behavior shifted, just as if the floodgates were opened.
For the better part of the first seven years of our married life, it was very conventional.
We both worked and focused on our careers; we had sex a few times a week. Occasionally it would be heated and fun, but just as frequently, it would be routine.
Not satisfied with the situation, I started buying sexy lingerie for her and having her pose for the camera. I liked taking the pictures, and she loved prancing around feeling wanted. Inevitably, the lingerie would come off and she would pose for the camera nude. I guess because she knew I would keep the pictures private Tara didn't mind this, and in fact, once she got comfortable with being photographed, she would pose in positions that you might expect from a pornstar, not a conservative lady.
This is how I started to learn that there really was a secret slut buried deep within Tara, wanting to get out. It was so erotic keeping this secret, watching her behave one way in public with our family, friends, and colleagues, only to have her strip nude and spread her legs like a whore behind closed doors. As a result, I continued to press to see how far I could push her boundaries.
My next step was to introduce some toys into the bedroom.
Initially this was mostly just vibrators, blindfolds, handcuffs, etc. She surprisingly embraced them all. Not too long thereafter, for Christmas, I wrapped up a huge BBC dildo that is designed to look and feel like the real thing. This thing must have been 9" or so with a lot of girth. Certainly a lot more than me. I was nervous to give it to her because, well, she is still my 'conservative' wife, and the thought of a huge, life-like, black cock, penetrating her, was a pretty big leap from where we were at the time.
To my delight, when she opened it, she just commented on the size. No pushback about the gift, or anger, more amazement than anything. I seized the moment and asked if she wanted to try it out?
Tara responded, "Ok, but be gentle because that thing is huge!"
I slowly began to lick her pussy and the surrounding area, warming her up. Once I knew she was getting turned on, I slipped in the BBC dildo. As I did, Tara let out a huge moan, like nothing I had heard from her in a long-time. She clearly loved it, so I started to slide the BBC in and out of her, which only caused her moans to grow louder.
Soon, I was pumping her pussy with this huge cock at a speed similar to how you would fuck someone, while at the same time I licked the top of her clit.
Within minutes, Tara arched her back and yelled out, "You got it, oh yeah, I'm cumming, oh my god, oh my god!"
As she climaxed, I slowed down pumping her pussy and eventually stopped. At that point I slid the cock out of her and moved up to be by her side.
With her eyes still closed, she whispered, "That was amazing. Are there really guys out there with cocks that big?"
I responded, "Of course there are, and maybe one day it would be fun to try the real thing."
She didn't say anything, but I knew she had heard me.
Ever since we started the nude photography, I've always loved the idea of being able to share my beautiful and sexy wife, but I never thought it would be a reality. This episode aroused the thought that just maybe, someday, it would be possible.
Over the next few months, we continued to get a little more adventurous in the bedroom. We were incorporating more and more toys, doing some role-play, etc. I noticed however, my wife frequently asked me to fuck her with the BBC dildo.
We would have sex, and if she didn't get off, (maybe because I am not nearly as well-endowed as her new favorite toy), she'd get it out and ask me to assist. If we were playing around and I'd tied her up and/or blindfolded her, she'd say "Baby, fuck me with the dildo."
After some time had passed, it became clear that she was addicted to both the size and the thought of fucking a black guy. This is when things moved to the next phase.
Every once in a while, we think it fun to have a change of venue, so a few months later, I booked a hotel room for us for the weekend. We like to have sex throughout the hotel suite, order room service, and just enjoy ourselves in a different environment.
I chose a hotel in the city that I knew was heavily frequented by business travelers, and/or other out-of-towners, for the weekend.
It was a nice hotel, with a swanky/upscale bar, also known for its nightlife. Unknown to my wife, I planned to use her as bait to see what would happen.
I booked dinner at a nice restaurant within walking distance but asked if she'd like to go and have a drink at the bar to check it out beforehand. I told her I wanted her to wear something sexy and revealing for me. She agreed and wore a dress that was very deeply cut, showing a lot of cleavage. Once we were ready to go, we went down to the bar.
Immediately we walked in, I could see different tables of men check out Tara as we walked over to order a drink. They didn't care I was with her, nor did I care that they were checking her out. Tara didn't notice, nor make any mention of it.
A few minutes later we were able to order our drinks, which is when I set my plan in motion.
I indicated to her that I had 'forgotten my wallet' and left it up in the room. This was very intentional on my part, but she obviously had no idea. I told her to stay in the bar area and wait for the drinks, I'd only be gone a few minutes. I then proceeded to walk out of the room.
In truth, I had my wallet in my pocket, I just wanted to see how Tara would behave and react when guys inevitably came to hit on her.
After a minute or two I doubled back to a different part of the bar area, making sure not to be seen.
Surprisingly, when I came back, she was still alone, only now with a drink in her hand. I was disappointed.
Just as I was about to re-join her, a good-looking guy walked up to her and started talking. I don't know what he said to her (some type of compliment), but she smiled at him and was not off-putting to his advance.
Success!
I watched as they talked for a few minutes, occasionally taking a drink from their glasses. I could even see Tara laughing at times, and the guy was moving very close to her. Tara did nothing obvious to stop his advance, but in fact, as I watched, she put her hand on the guy's arm/shoulder, presumably to see how in shape he was.
After I let this show go on for several more minutes, I made my way over to Tara and her new friend. I pretended to be a little hostile.
Walking up to them, I said to the guy, "Excuse me, this is my wife. You'll have to find someone else for the evening."
My mouth almost hit the floor when the guy retorted, "Sorry pal. I was just keeping this beautiful lady company. And besides, it's not like that stops many people."
I didn't know what to say, so I quickly stammered, "Yeah, well, not tonight."
I then grabbed Tara by the arm and walked her out of the bar, saying, "I think we should go to dinner now."
At dinner we didn't talk about the incident at the bar, but we had a lovely time. We had several glasses of wine, and great food. Tara looked simply stunning that night. After dinner we went back to the hotel.
As soon as we got inside, we attacked each other, ripping each other's clothes off. That night we had some of the best, and fulfilling, sex that we'd had in a while. We must have fucked four or five times over the course of a few hours.
Once our energy was finally spent, we crawled into bed together, naked.
As we were drowsing to sleep, I whispered to Tara, "Honey, are you still awake?"
She replied in the affirmative.
I continued, "I have something to tell you. When I saw you down in the bar tonight, with all those guys staring at you, and then one guy hitting on you, well, it turned me on. It made me realize how hot and sexy you are and that I am proud to be your husband."
This was of course the plan all along; my goal was simply to gauge how Tara would react to other men approaching her with the express intention of fucking her.
The room was quiet for a minute. I could tell she was thinking about what I said. Then came the bombshell...
"Honey, I feel guilty saying this, but I was incredibly aroused by the entire situation as well. I was thinking about it throughout dinner tonight. Don't take this the wrong way, but I really liked the fact that other men found me attractive and wanted to fuck me."
Wow. I was hoping for that response!!
I just said to her, "Don't worry about it babe. You're a gorgeous woman. I guess I'm just going to have to be more careful leaving you alone!"
And with that, I kissed her goodnight, and we went to sleep.
The next day we spent the morning in the room lounging. After that we went out to lunch and did some shopping. Finally, we came back to the hotel to clean up and get ready for another night out that I had planned.
While we were in the process of getting ready, I planted the next seed in Tara's mind.
"Honey, I have a crazy idea," I started, "since last night was so much fun, why don't we take it one step further tonight. How about I give you permission to go down to the bar for 45 minutes by yourself. Don't walk in with me. Wear something sexy. Just see what happens, who approaches you, what they say, and so on. The only condition is that I want you to tell me all about it when we go to dinner."
