Chapter 1
I was working on dinner when my wife, Becky, came in from her spin class. She was still in her shorts and sports bra with a cropped sweatshirt only partially concealing the amazing body that I loved.
"Hi Baby" she said, as she gave me a quick kiss and hug. She pressed her face to my shoulder to inspect the sauce I was making for pasta. "That smells wonderful."
"It's just about ready. Grab a glass of wine and I will plate it up."
We sat down with the pasta and a basket of garlic bread and filled each other in on our days.
"There is a new instructor at the gym," she informed me. "He did our class today. His name is Rick."
"Is he any good?" I asked.
"Yeah, he pushed us more than Brandon usually does. I got a great workout. He does a good job of keeping an eye on the class and encouraging people. I introduced myself before we started, and he remembered my name and used it when he called out to me."
"Like what did he say?"
"You know, things like 'good job Becky' or 'Becky, pump those legs to the top of the hill'."
"What hill? You are on a stationary bike." I responded, a good natured smartass.
"You know, he painted a verbal picture of the ride for us. 'We are about to climb a one kilometer hill' and then he would count it down until we could dial back the resistance."
I nodded and smiled, thinking of Becky's lithe body in compression shorts and Lululemon spandex bra with nipples poking out as she pumped her ballet dancer's legs frantically to keep up her cadence. Her red hair, worn in a medium length blunt cut would be whipping around her face from the exertion. I had seen her in the zone and it was awe inspiring for such a diminutive girl.
She smiled back at me and we shared more details about our day, then we cleaned up the dishes.
Later that night, when she came out of the bathroom after her shower with just a towel on, and her wet hair clinging to her head, I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close to me.
She giggled, and turned her face up so that I could give her a proper kiss. I had one arm around her shoulders and my right hand on her ass, pulling her pelvis against my thigh. Her tongue snaked between my lips and flicked across mine.
Soon the towel was on the floor and I had her on her back on the bed. I was lying between her legs, lapping her sopping wet pussy and playing with her nipples as she clutched at the sheets. I could look over her flat tummy and see that her eyes were screwed shut and she was panting and very quickly approaching her climax.
It hit her shortly after, and her hands went to my head, first to hold it in place, and then to push it away as she became overly stimulated.
As we typically did after I gave her oral, I climbed higher and entered her as she kissed me frantically. I loved the fact that she was not afraid of tasting herself on me, and secretly hoped that it indicated she was at least bi-curious. I know it's cliche, but I shared everyman's fantasy of a threesome with the wife and another woman. I even had the courage to bring it up once when we were both drunk and horny, and she had called me a pervert, but did it with an embarrassed smile, so I still held out hope.
I was well on the way to my own orgasm, and worried that I would come too quickly, when Becky stiffened again and clawed at my shoulders.
"Oh God!" She cried as her pussy spasmed around my cock. Usually I struggled to keep from coming too soon, but this time she was the first one to pop. She again pulled me into a frantic kiss, then gasped, "Harder, baby."
I obliged, knowing I wouldn't last long that way, and came about ten strokes later. Becky smiled up at me with lidded eyes and stroked my face lovingly. I once again marveled at how sexy and beautiful she looked, even without makeup and with her hair still damp.
"I love you baby." I gasped, and she wrapped me in her arms as I lowered myself to the bed next to her. I turned the light off, and as we fell asleep, I wondered what made her so horny tonight. She came much faster than usual.
Chapter 2
The next morning as Becky got ready for work, I watched her from my desk in the bedroom. I am able to work from home most days that I am not on the road, since I am an IT project manager, and the bedroom of our apartment was the best spot for my desk.
My current assignment is on a project in Europe, so I am up early to conference with the team in Brussels. I wear headphones so that I don't disturb Becky if I have to start a call before she gets up.
She works in an accounting office as a paralegal for one of the big four accounting firms. She is quite good at her job, and enjoys the work she does.
As usual, Becky had on a very sharp and professional, if somewhat conservative, outfit. Her skirt was knee length, and she had a blazer over her camisole top. She had recently started to go bare-legged, a concession to changing times and the urging of her coworker, Brenda. She couldn't tan, but had flawless porcelain skin, and a cute French mani-pedi.
She kissed me goodbye, and left for the office. I was busy the whole day until about 3 pm. At that point even the diehards in Europe were ready to call it a night, what with the 6 hour time difference.
I closed my work laptop and opened my personal PC. I first checked the news feeds, but after a half hour or so I got bored and opened Pornhub. I switched to my 32 inch external monitor to run the videos on that.
I think I am probably like most guys, and even though my sex life with Becky was great, porn still had a strong draw for me. My latest weakness was interracial videos with black guys and petite white girls.
I was watching a video featuring Dolly Little, a petite redhead who kind of reminds me of Becky. It was a cuckold video, and there was a white guy watching Dolly have sex with a really big black actor. At this point I had my cock out and was stroking my semi-hard cock.
The door of the bedroom opened, and Becky walked in. I realized I still had my headphones on, which is why I hadn't heard her enter the apartment. She did a double take of me as I was tugging my pants to pull them back on, then her gaze went to the sex scene on the monitor.
I pulled off the headset as I stuttered an apology and Becky shook her head with a smirk on her face.
"Looks like you have been hard at work today!" She quipped.
"Sorry, baby, I got done early and was just killing time." I explained.
Becky was staring intently at the scene on the screen, and as I reached for my laptop to close the app, she stopped me and said to let it run.
This was new for us. Though Becky knew I occasionally watched porn, she had never shown any interest herself, and made several remarks about it that led me to believe she didn't approve, but wasn't going to make an issue of it in our relationship.
I sat back down, and she perched on the corner of the bed where she could see as well.
"Is this a threesome video? Why is the white guy still dressed and just sitting there? How come there is no sound?" she asked in rapid succession.
I pulled the headphone plug out of the jack on my computer and the sound switched automatically to the speakers in my monitor. The sound of grunting and flesh slapping filled the room. On the screen, the actress Dolly was riding the black guy in cowgirl and you could see his huge cock splitting her tiny pussy from the camera focused between his legs. "God, your big black cock feels good. Do you see what he is doing to me honey?" she directed to the white actor sitting next to them on the sofa as they fucked.
"It's a cuckold video." I explained. "The white guy is her husband, and the black guy is what they call a bull."
Becky was still showing an interest in the scene, which surprised me. Out of nervousness, I continued talking. "In cuckold videos, the actor playing the husband usually just watches as his wife has sex. Some of the videos have the wife taunting or degrading the husband, or even show him cleaning her up after the bull finishes."
At this, Becky looked at me and asked, "Why do you enjoy watching these?"
I wasn't really prepared for the question, and hadn't acknowledged to myself why I was drawn to them, but I suddenly realized the truth was that I fantasized about Becky and I in such a situation.
Instead of admitting that, I said,"I just like the sex part and the interracial aspect of it."
"You think you would enjoy interracial sex? Why aren't you watching a video of a white guy and a black girl then?" She asked, as she went back to watching the video.
"It's not what I would enjoy doing personally," I tried to explain, "it's what turns me on to watch."
Becky continued to stare at the screen as she asked, "So watching black guys with big dicks have sex with small white girls excites you?"
I had boxed myself into a corner, so I just murmured yes and turned back to the video.
"Do you want to watch me have sex with a black guy?" Becky asked with a sly smile. I had to give her credit, she could ask the tough questions in our relationship that I never could. Before I could answer, she added, "because it's not going to happen."
"No, no," I stammered, which was the gospel truth. The thought of Becky with another guy turned me on but also scared the shit out of me. I had an average sized cock at six inches, but the girls in the videos seemed to lose their minds over the ten inch and bigger cocks of the black guys. I knew I was only the fourth lover that Becky ever had, and her first experience was, as she described it, awkward and unsatisfying. I didn't want to risk her finding out that other guys could not only also give her orgasms, but do it using only their cock, which I rarely could do for her.
She must have interpreted my reaction as disappointment over her being unwilling to open our relationship, because she then said, "I guess it's okay if you fantasize about it though, as long as you understand it will only be that, a fantasy. Now, pull your pants back down."
She grinned and glanced at the monitor while I pushed my jeans and underwear to the floor. Then she dropped to her knees and began sucking me. This usually only lasted long enough to get me hard so I could penetrate her, but she was still fully clothed, except for her jacket. After I got hard she showed no sign of stopping, so I leaned against the desk and enjoyed her oral skills.
She had her eyes shut and was really into it, using her hand and mouth to give my whole cock a lot of stimulation. I looked back to the screen and saw that the actress was now on her back and really getting railed by the bull. Her feet were waving in the air and he was pumping her pussy with the entire length of his cock. I felt the familiar stirrings of my own orgasm, and made a small sound to let Becky know I was about to come. She normally stopped sucking and finished me with her hand at this point, but something got into her and she actually took me deeper in her mouth and began stroking my balls. I grabbed her head and held it in place as I had a powerful orgasm, and she swallowed it all while with her hands clutching the cheeks of my ass.
