My wife, Barb and I had been married for twelve years. I was her one and only. We had our children right off. Betty, Mary, and Francis, one, two, three. I felt we were stuck in the mud. Barb was raised very strictly in a Pastors' home. And my wife was very prudish to be blunt. She dresses very prim and proper. I guess if I am honest, I would love for her to loosen up some.
Barb has a killer body, but no one had ever seen it. The question was, would I want others to see her body? Would I take my wife to a strip club and want her to dance? Very simple answer. Yes, I would. Would I let them (the guys) take her backstage to fuck her? Ya, maybe I would.
Things can change big time and they did. Barb and I were married twelve years. We were 19 and 23 when we wed. Barb was 31 and I was 35 when it happened. Barb's mom Ellen was 18 when Barb was born so she was 49 when it came out that one of the Parrish Deacons was fucking her. No one could believe it. The Pastor left her instantly. Barb's mother moved in with the Deacon and began living with him. Her father moved back into their house.
Now there is no way it could have been any worse. Martin Partner is the Deacon who Ellen moved in with. Martin is a 55-year-old divorced black man. Not just once divorced, but he'd done so 4 times. All four of his wives were white women. She told my wife that she could not believe sex could be that good. Barb was shocked and could not believe her mother was having sex with another man. Let alone a black man.
Ellen told my wife that Martin wanted to watch her have sex with other men. He'd said all 4 of his wives had enjoyed sex with his friends many times and loved it. As did he. I had to ask if she was going to do it.
"David, I think Mom already is doing it."
"What do you mean you think she already is?"
She looked at me and shook her head.
"I didn't think Mother had ever been with anyone else but my father. Until Martin, now but she is talking like she's had several other lovers. She talks about size and length of men that she had no idea about. That Martin has opened her eyes to lots of things."
"So, you think she has been with others besides Martin. Other black men?"
"Yes, that is what I think."
"How do you feel about all of this?"
"I am not sure. Mother seems so free about it. She says the sex is so much more than she ever imagined. That his cock is so much larger than father's cock is. That she had no idea men were so different in that area. And that she has never felt so sexy."
"Sweetheart have you ever thought about other men and sex?"
"No, awe well not until now no."
"Has Deacon Martin talked about it with you since your mom lives with him?"
There was a long pause, and she gave me a blank look.
"Talked to me about sex?"
"That is what I am asking, yes."
"Well not really directly, but Mom has brought it up in front of him a couple of times so he has been in the conversation."
"What does your mom say about it?"
"She says she had no idea sex could ever be as good as it is. Sex with black men is just so much better. I had no idea, but she has had sex with several others over the years. Men from our congregation. Six different men to be exact. Friends of my father's he wanted her to be with. So she has had more experience than I knew, and she says sex with black men is so much better."
"Has she asked if you would like to try it? Like with Martin?"
"No, but he has a friend they want me to meet."
"But you haven't met him?"
"No not yet."
"Are you supposed to?"
"Yes, they want me to, tomorrow."
"To enjoy sex with him?"
"That is what they hope happens, yes."
"Is that what you hope happens."
"Are you alright if I meet him?"
"Yes, I think it is fine if you meet."
"Really and you won't be jealous?"
"It all depends on how far it is to go. Are you going to be naked for him?"
"I just don't know if I could do that. It is what they want me to do, yes. Will you be upset if her sees me nude?"
"No, I don't believe so."
"Does the idea excite you some?"
"Yes, it does."