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?"
