Story Telling Ch 02

Part 2

Going Outside Terry's Comfort Zone

Despite the disaster of Mikael's introduction to our fantasy life, he quickly became a vital part of our sex life. Though Mark was still useful, Aila rarely made up stories about him, preferring to focus on "my black stud." Usually Mark showed up in our role plays. I offered to play Mikael in some of our adventures, but my wife just laughed. "That would be like asking Dustin Hoffman to star in a movie about Shaquille O'Neill! No matter what you did, Terry, it wouldn't be believable." With Mikael, she really got into making hotter and hotter fantasies. Once, she even introduced Ray, a friend of Mikael's, into a story for a wild threesome. As she described them turning her into "the crème in a double stuffed Oreo cookie" I couldn't help but say "I hope Ray was wearing a condom." Aila starred at me before responding, "I'm telling you about two big black guys stuffing your wife full of cock and you ask about a condom? Is that really important to you?"

I hadn't cum yet, so I was careful in how I responded? "Well, it's just that it doesn't seem realistic to have a stranger fucking your ass. It just seems a little . . ."

"Okay, so you want a condom in the story, fine." Aila paused for a minute, and as I lay on top of her, I paused too. I had a feeling the night was over. "Then if you want a condom, you have to eat Ray's cum out of the condom. Since you always eat Mikael's cum out of me, you have to make Ray feel good and eat his. Okay?"

What the hell, it's only a story, and Aila was now always making me eat my cum out of her and pretending it was Mikael's, this seemed a small price to pay to make sure this hard-on didn't go to waste. "Fine, whatever." I began stroking in and out of her, hoping my dick would stay hard. My wife grabbed my ass, though, and stopped me from moving.

"Say it, honey. Tell me you would eat a black guy's cum out of a condom for me. Tell Ray, Mikael, and I you're a slut cumsucker who prefers cum from black cocks even more than from white cocks!"

"Wait a minute, this story isn't working for me anymore." I could feel my dick slipping out of my wife's pussy. "This is going outside my comfort zone, Aila."

"Come one, honey. It's just a fantasy. Say it; show me what a pervert you are."

"Will you promise to get me hard again so I can fuck you tonight?"

"Of course honey!" Aila smiled up at me. "Of course, there's no guarantee. You know how finicky your dick can be."

That was true, but I desperately wanted to get off, even though I was no longer erect. "Alright. I'll suck Ray's cum out of the condom."

"Say it honey. Say what I told you to."

I sighed, and got up off her. My dick was completely limp. "Ray and Mikael, I'm a cumsucker who likes cum from black cocks more than white cocks."

"Are you a slut for cum, Terry?"

"I'm a slut for cum, Aila."

Aila giggled, and rolled over toward me, taking my shriveled penis in her hand. "That's a good little boy. And will you suck any cum out of me that any of my lovers pump into me?"

"Yes, honey. I'll suck all of your lovers cum out of you."

"Mmmm, this is making me hot. I sure hope I can find a hard cock to fuck me. Let's see if I can turn this into something useful." With that, Aila took me in her mouth and swallowed me whole, even my balls. She had never done that before! She looked up at me like a school girl that had just shown her teacher she had mastered a lesson. Then she began to work at my dick with her mouth and hand. Unfortunately, after five minutes, there was no life in my lap. With a sigh, my wife gave up on performing a miracle.

"We're not going to get blood from those stones, Terry. Maybe if you could watch someone else shooting cum into my pussy, you might figure out how it's done. Good night, honey." With that she rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me trying to secretly masturbate. I was so frustrated, I eventually got up, put on some porn, got out my favorite massage oil, and worked my dick over until it finally was able to squirt something out at about two in the morning.

Making it real

The next day I was still frustrated. I could tell Aila was frustrated as well. The fantasies were not enough to keep us going. I thought all day about what she had said right before she went to sleep. "Maybe if you could watch someone else shooting cum into my pussy . . ." Maybe it was time to make the fantasy real. We had swung before; perhaps it was time to introduce a real person into the mix again. When I brought it up to my wife, she misunderstood, thinking once again that I was trying to get back into the wife-swapping lifestyle.

"We're not going down that road again, Terry. It didn't work out when we were younger, I doubt it will be any better now. Besides, you can't even keep me satisfied, how are you planning to handle another woman as well. And don't even think about going on Viagra again, buddy boy. If I can't get you hard naturally, then you can goddamn well just fuck your fist!"

"No, no, that's not what I was saying!" She was already getting up a head of steam. "What I meant was maybe it's time for you to actually take a lover. I mean a real one, not just a fantasy."

My wife looked at me appraisingly. "Do you really think you could handle it? Seeing me in the arms of another man? Not just in their arms, but actually screaming out their names as they fuck me right in front of you?"

"Yeah, I think I could. Look, I know you need more loving than I can give you. Your fantasies make that clear." Aila looked at me; I noticed she didn't deny it. "I would love to see you completely satisfied for once."

"If you think you could handle it, Terry, I guess I'm ready to give it a try. I hate to say this, but after last night I've been thinking I might just give up on sex. It's not like I get much out of it." I must have looked hurt, because she quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I still love to have you go down on me, but sometimes a woman needs a cock to fill her up and make her feel like a real woman. Getting someone else to take care of the things you can't just makes sense, I guess." That didn't exactly make me feel better, but I knew she was trying to soothe my feelings.

We went out to a club the next week, and scouted out all the men. We both agree we shouldn't pick someone we knew as that could lead to complications, so we wanted to see if it was possible to find some likely candidates on our own. We had a great time talking about who would be good fuck buddies, and Aila enjoyed dancing and flirting with several men, most of them much younger than we were. Still, at the end of the night, we went home alone, not quite finding anyone that struck our fancy. I brought my wife to a satisfying orgasm as she filled me in on which guys tried to fondle her on the dance floor and which ones tried to convince her to lose me for the night.

The next week we were out again, with Aila wearing a very lowcut blouse that showed quite clearly she was braless, and a medium length skirt that hid the fact that she was not wearing panties! She looked so fuckable that I started to try to take her right there in the car before we even entered the club. Aila pushed me away from her, chiding me, "Remember what we're here for, honey? We're trying to find someone who can give me the kind of fucking we can both enjoy, so put that little guy back in this container. I think it's cute to see how excited he is just by the thought of what might happen tonight."

We went into the club and followed the same process as we had the previous time. It was less crowded this time, and we had even fewer likely prospects. It was still early, however, and we both hoped things would get better later. After about an hour, Aila came back to my table excited. It looked like she had a hot prospect! "I think I found the guy!" This surprised me since the guy she had just finished dancing with was short and sort of pudgy. "Come with me!"

My wife yanked me to another part of the club, and pointed across the room at a young man dancing with a very sexy blonde. As difficult as it was not to stare at the girl as she twirled around in a very short skirt, I couldn't help but notice that the young man was also very black!

"You're kidding! Him?"

"What's the matter? You don't think I can be attractive to a young guy like him? You don't think he'd find me sexy?"

"Whoa, it's not that!" I could see her old insecurities rising. She did have a point though. Why would this guy leave that blond for a shot at my wife. This was reality, not some fantasy that she was making up in the safety of our bedroom. "I'm just surprised you're interested in a black guy."

"What's wrong with that? All this talk the last couple of months about having black lovers had got me wondering what it would be like in reality. Besides, believe it or not, that guy looks just like how I pictured Ray. Remember I told you how slim he was and how well he moved. I wonder if this guy also has a nice slim cock that's good for ass-fucking?"

Aila couldn't be seriously considering letting some guy she hadn't even met yet fucking her ass? She still only lets me do her ass when she's pretending she's Tamara! I might have a wild wife on my hands, after all. "Well, if that's what you want, after the dance why don't you see if he's interested? Who knows, lots of guys have a thing for older women."

"No way! I'm not doing it! I couldn't handle it if he said no to me! How humiliating. No, you're going to have to do it!"

"Me? What in the hell are you talking about? Why the hell should I get involved in this?"

"Listen, buddy boy, this was your idea and you'd better be prepared to follow through on it! If not, you'll have nothing but your hand for company for the next year or so! I expect you to go over to that young man and offer your wife to him. And you'd better do you damnedest to convince him to take me." The song was ending, and the couple was giving each other a hug before heading their separate ways. Apparently they weren't a couple. At least that was a break. "Now get going!" My wife pushed me after him while she found a seat at a nearby table.

Taking the plunge

Walking over to the guy was probably the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. As I approached he was getting a drink, so as I came up beside him I tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me."

He turned right away, obviously a little startled, but not enough to spill his drink. "Yeah? What up, buddy?'

"This is kind of awkward. . ." Hell, it was a lot awkward! What the hell was I doing here? "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"Buddy, unless you want your ass kicked, you'd better head on out of here. I didn't come here to talk to a faggot like you. Now get the hell out of here."

He started to turn away from me, telling the bartender, "Can you believe this shit?" I thought about slipping away myself, but I knew that Aila would be disappointed if I didn't follow through with this. "No, I'm not gay. I'm here with my wife, and she finds you attractive, and she sent me over to . . .well, she sent me over to ..." I was starting to ramble, having a hard time getting it out. At least I had his attention again. He was nodding to the bartender, saying "This sounds interesting!" The man at the bar gave him a smile in agreement.

"You say you're here with your wife? Where is she?" I pointed out the table she was sitting at. She favored as with a wave, and a seductive smile. "Not bad. Older than I'm used to, but not bad." It looked like he might not be completely adverse to my idea. My hopes raised a bit. "So you and your wife into threesomes, is that it? Or are you one of those dudes that can't keep their ladies satisfied so you have to find guys to do the work for you while you jerk off like some kid?"

I could see the bartender was listening, so I didn't say anything at first. After a moment, I stammered "Look, why don't you join as at our table so we can . . ."

The guy just started laughing. "Man, I can't believe it! I've heard about this shit, but I can't fucking believe it! You really are going around picking up black guys for your wife! Man, this dude is really pussy-whipped." This last comment is directed to the bartender, who just shakes his head and laughs. He acted like it was something he'd seen before. "Man, if you need some help with her, then why the hell not? My contribution to improving race relations. Let's go, whipped."

He walked over the table at which Aila was sitting while I followed behind like a little brother. He introduced himself as Marcus, and my wife offered her hand. He slide a chair next to her, and got right to it. "Your husband told me you found me attractive and that you wanted to meet me. When he pointed you out, I told him I'd have to be a fool not to want to meet such a beautiful woman." What a load of shit! He was pouring on the charm though.

"Thank you, Marcus. I thought my husband and I might enjoy getting to know you. Yes, I do find you attractive, if I may be so bold, and if I feel the same way after spending some time with you, the evening might end up in a very interesting way!"

"I like bold women, Aila. I don't have a problem with women who go after what they want, even women who send errand boys off to take care of their needs." He looked at me when he said that, and Aila just giggled. "I'm sure I'll be able to convince you that this evening should end in a much more satisfying way for you than your other evenings have." He reached out to stroke her hand as he completed the thought,

My wife smiled at him. "I have no doubt you'll be successful." Marcus smiled back then smiled over at me. I could see he was already thinking that this conquest was going to be an easy one. He asked her to dance and she eagerly complied. The first two dances were fast ones, and while it was easy to see Marcus moved quite athletically, there was little contact between the two. As I watched, I noticed the bartender watching them as well while talking to one of the waitresses. He pointed over to where I was sitting, even though he could see I was looking at him. He said something to the young lady, and they both laughed. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what they were laughing at.

The third song was a slow song, and that's where things really heated up. Marcus had Aila wrapped in his arms like they were long-time lovers as they slowly circled the floor. I saw him give her a quick kiss on the lips, then Aila pulled him to her for an extended one. I couldn't believe how openly amorous she was being! Normally, she is a bit reserved about public displays of affection, but not only was she kissing this stranger, she was also allowing his hands to roam wherever they wanted. Sometimes they would strokes her braless breasts, but even more shocking was when they dipped below her skirt. At least twice he pulled it up high enough to expose her bare ass cheeks, there for anybody to see, as he grabbed her naked flesh with his large hands. Not only did she allow this, when he did it she would grind her pelvis into him as if she were already fucking him.

After the dance, they returned to the table, where she gave me a big kiss, and said loud enough for the neighboring table to here, "Damn, I'm soaking wet! He's got me dripping down my legs, honey!" I looked around the room and saw several pairs of eyes on us. Not surprisingly, considering the dance they had just completed, we were the center of attention.

"Can I get you folks something to drink?" It was the same brunette waitress who I had seen earlier speaking with the bartender. "I'm sure you two must be thirsty from all you were doing on the dance floor." She smirked at me as she said it.

Aila responded, "Yes, I rarely dance three times in a row. Usually my partner is only good for one." She patted my on my knee. "I'd like a dirty martini and my husband will have a virgin margarita since he's driving. What you would you like, Marcus?"

"I'll just have a draft beer. It's going to be long night, and I want to be up for it."

"I'll get those right away," the brunette replied. "Sometimes, a long night can be a refreshing change, huh, ma'am?"

My wife smiled at the girl before she walked away. "You're so right!" Then she turned toward Marcus and asked what he did for a living. It quickly became apparent I was the third wheel. No comments or looks were directed towards me for the next 15 minutes. When the drinks came, they didn't even look over. They continued to talk with their faces just inches from each other, and their hands constantly stroking each other's legs. The waitress deposited the drinks and waited for me to pay her. As I reached for my wallet, she leaned over and whispered "It looks like your wife has some plans for the evening!" "So what business is that of yours?" "It's not. And from the looks of things, it doesn't look like it's your business either. Good luck, loser!" Bitch, I thought to myself, what does she know about our relationship? If it works for us, that's all that matters. I turned back and started to slide their drinks over to them, only to find them locked in a kiss. It looked like this night was definitely going to end in an interesting manner; hell, it was way past interesting already.

The two of them continued to make out and talk together for another 20 minutes while sipping their drinks. I couldn't hear most of what was said, though from the looks they threw my directions occasionally, it was clear I figured prominently in whatever they were discussing. Finally, Marcus got up to go to the restroom. Aila turned toward me and gave me a big smile. "Well, he's interested!"

"I knew that, Aila! So he's actually willing to go home with us so I can watch him fuck you!"

"Well, not exactly. He's not that sure about you. He wants me to send you away for a few hours while he takes me to our house. He loves the idea of fucking me on our bed, but he doesn't want you watching."

"Wait a damn minute! That's not the deal! If I can't watch, then this whole thing is off!"

"Don't ruin this for me, Terry! I really want to fuck this man! Look, why don't you go home ahead of us and set up the room so you can watch from the patio? That way you can still watch and he'll never know."

"Christ, Aila, it's 50º outside! How the hell I'm I supposed to enjoy that?"

"Don't be such a wuss! It's either that or nothing, because I'm going to be fucking him either way within an hour. So which is it? Besides," she added, reaching out and stroking my crotch, "I have a feeling that Marcus is going to be so hot that he's going to be able to keep both of us warm!"

I didn't have much choice. "Okay, I'll be outside. But the patio door has to stay open a crack. I want to be able to hear as well."

"I promise. Now get going before he comes back."

"Alright. I love you, Aila." I got up to leave, giving her the first kiss I'd given her in an hour. "I love you too, Terry. Believe me, I'll give you a night to remember tonight." She patted me on my ass to send me on my way.

Her first lover

I drove home in a daze. I wasn't sure I was ready to make our fantasies concrete. It was one thing to talk about Aila making love to other men; it was something else entirely to actually watch it happen. I wasn't sure I how I would react. One thing was certain, however, as I pulled into the driveway, is that Aila was actually going to do it. This was no joke; she intended to make love to another man! I shook my head as I unlocked the door. Well, if it was going to happen, I wanted something to remember this night by. Who knew when it would happen again? So the first thing I did was get our video camera out, along with some extra tapes and backup battery. Then I went into our bedroom where I opened the drapes, set the lighting low enough to be romantic but high enough for me to see. Then I got on my warmest coat and walked out the patio door, leaving it open about six inches so I could hear everything. As I set up the camera on the tripod and pulled a chair over, I realized I'd have to put tape over the recording light. I went back inside to get the tape, only to hear another car pull up. They were here already! I grabbed some masking tape and headed back outside.