I came home from work today to find my wife pacing the kitchen.
When there is something wrong, her face always gives it away. Today, I got that dreadful feeling that I was in the dog house for something; it just wasn't obvious to me what I'd done.
Nothing new there, i thought.
"What's wrong?" I said to her warily. I have never liked seeing her in a mood like this. She can whither you with just one look if she wants.
She just stared at me sort of angry looking and at the same time she was wringing her hands nervously.
Her usually beautifully manicured and moisturised hands looking sore and reddened like she had been working hard hand washing laundry or something; not that she had ever washed laundry by hand.
There I go again, rambling when confronted by her.
"Just remember, you wanted this!" she blurted.
"Wanted what?" I replied in a panicked tone, I was almost afraid of her answer.
"During our moments of intimacy you keep asking me if I'd like to fuck a bigger cock!" she blurted.
I just stood there slack jawed and dumbfounded, waiting for her to continue. I was really not quite sure how to react; she rarely swears and has never ever said Cock! Well, not to my knowledge.
"You just go on and on about it!" she continued.
She paused again for what seemed an age.
"I will do it," she eventually said; not looking directly at me, but looking nervously the floor.
Shocked by her outburst, but nonetheless excited at the fantastic news, I quickly replied, "that's great!" "This is going to be such an amazing adventure."
"I know a few guys who are well endowed, I will have them contact you."
"No need!" she immediately answered, looking me directly in the eye. "I've already got someone in mind."
"Oh? I assumed that was going to be for me to arrange."
"No!" she replied angrily.
"If I'm to fuck another man, then I get to choose who and when; Got it!"
"Y-yes, ok," I answered with slight trepidation, given her sudden change in demeanour.
She handed me her iPad and on it was a photo of a very strong and fit looking man.
"He's black!" I said, a bit quicker and louder than I expected it to actually come out.
I then saw her face turn red and angry.
"I never thought you were against me being with a black guy and I find that quite offensive," she said accusingly.
"No no; just you've never mentioned black guys to me; that's all."
"That's because I know their physical superiority intimidates you," she replied, trying her very best to hide the bitten cheek smirk that had appeared on her now beautifully flushed and obviously excited face.
"No they don't," I replied weakly and to be fair a little too defensively, knowing all along that she had actually seen right through my lie.
Asking her why she wanted to fuck this particular guy; I said, "He may not have a big cock and that's always been the fantasy. A big cock; not just because he's handsome."
She then showed me another photo on her iPad.
Shocked? That would be an understatement.
He was ripped, good looking and definitely had a big cock! Although I'm totally heterosexual, I could immediately see why she would be attracted to him.
I now felt every bit as intimidated as she had predicted, and was actually quite worried.
"This guy may be great looking, but he may be an asshole," I nervously stated, trying to recover some element of control over this now spiralling situation.
"He's definitely not," she said. "He's handsome, a fantastic person and I will not have you bad mouth him."
By now my mind and stomach were turning somersaults at her shocking statement.
But she continued.
"I am meeting him in the local pub tonight. You can either come with me and enjoy what you've continually asked me to do; or you can stay home. Your choice, but I am meeting him and I will fuck him if he wants me to."
I just stoodthere; looking as shocked as I obviously felt.
And she just stood there looking at me defiantly and with a look of contempt.
She then said to me, "You wanted this!"
Later that evening we arrived at the pub and my wife was immediately looking around to see if he was waiting for her, but he was nowhere to be seen.
She was looking soooo good, all eyes in the pub were on her, even women were looking.
I was secretly hoping he was a no show, when I suddenly noticed the most beautiful beaming smile on my wife's face.
I turned to see her looking at a strikingly handsome and obviously fit younger man. He stood out among the usual pub clientele of chubby beer bellies and as he approached he looked directly at me, smiled, held out his hand and said, "Hi I'm Max, thank you for giving me your stunning wife for the evening she is quite beautiful."
I stood there shocked as he delicately lifted my wife's chin with his strong fingers and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
He then turned to me and gave me a small package. "We are going across the road to the hotel you've kindly arranged for us. Stay here for 30 minutes, then you may come and join us."
He then took my wife's hand and without looking back at me guided her toward the pub exit. My beautiful wife looked briefly over her shoulder, winked sexily, then willingly walked out of the pub with him.
Intrigued, I opened the package at the bar and saw a chastity device with a note. "Put this on."
Before I could hide the device, a guy close to me saw it, looked me up and down and laughed to himself turning back to the bar grinning.
Embarrassed, I left the pub, went home, and with difficulty I reluctantly put on the device.
It was the most uncomfortable thing ever, but I kept it on and went nervously to the hotel.
Once there I shakily put my key card in the door, all of the time asking myself "why am I doing this?"
I opened the door, tentatively, walked in and was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw....
There she was; kneeling in front of him, dressed in the most delicious black revealing underwear. Her beautiful green eyes watering slightly as she looked up at me and at the same time holding his strikingly hard and obviously long manhood.
It was clear that just before I had walked into the hotel room my beautiful wife had been gagging on his now glistening cock.
She looked directly at me and instructed me to go into the bathroom and get undressed.
I nervously did as instructed and
when I returned to the room they were in a steamy embrase, kissing deeply.
I just stood there extremely self conscious, with my hands covering my obviously inferior tackle, not knowing quite what to do next.
Their kiss broke and she told me; no, ordered me to sit in the chair opposite the bed.
"Sit in that chair!", pointing to a small club chair.
"No touching for you cuck," she said in an aggressive, almost angry like manner as she again gripped her bull's bulging cock.
I timidly tried to protest, but she immediately cut me off before I could utter a word.
"You wanted this Cuck, so just sit down and enjoy it, because I certainly will."
My wife is quite a tall gorgeous woman and would always avoid high heeled shoes because they made her look taller than me.
So imagine my surprise when I saw she was wearing what looked like 6inch high heels for this man!
In fact she had not worn sexy underwear of any sort for me. Ever!
Now she looked every bit the Hotwife I had wanted her to be.
She then ignored me and turned toward him, gently draping her slender arms around his neck and kissing him passionately and deeply.
With her back facing me, her bottom was accentuated by the rake of those fabulous high heels.
As she pressed up against him, his hands gently stroked her beautiful soft bottom.
He glanced briefly at me mid kiss, then deliberately ran his hand up into the cleft of her milky white bottom, which was looking so delicious in the black thong above black sheer stockings.
the scene was so full of sexual tension my heart almost stopped!
