Something triggered inside her and it was more than the orgasm

How did I get here, but then again, where is here?

I think I am like most guys, on the outside pretty normal but inside we have some type of fetish or desire. Mine was to see my wife fuck others. For years I never said anything or acted on it but I had thought about it since we dated. We married young at 21, we met in college and were the same age. We got along great and seemed to be in sync.

Risha never was overly wild, she would flirt with me some, but was more the happy go lucky wife, mom, neighbor. She was not a prude, but at the same time, she didn’t try to flirt or be overly sexual publicly. She didn’t buy any sexy undies, I think until all this started, she only had one thong in her panty drawer and rarely ever wore that. She liked sex, even after 20 years we had it twice a week. By then we had the routine down, it was not bedroom Olympics by any means. She petty much gave up oral after we married, saying she never liked it and hoped I would understand. I did, well not really, but accepted it, but sure I missed it. She was an active participant in bed, I never had to chase her, so it worked out.

By 23 we were parents to a great little girl and had the good life. Mostly she stayed home in the early years, but over time as Erin got older Risha had a few different jobs. She had a degree in Biology, but never applied it. She had retail jobs or menial office jobs. She felt she wanted to work, but not get caught up in career. To her it was better to be able to leave and do things than be bogged down like I was, or maybe be responsible like I was, something like that.

She always looked good though. From the time I met her to the day we divorced, I don’t think she changed very much at all.

Risha was 5ft 5in about 135, long brunette and 34b/c when we divorced and maybe 5 or 10 pounds less when we met. Having the child did a number on her breasts, they sagged a lot, but I still loved them, it never made a difference to me, but at times over the years she would remark about how she might get implants, which she never did, but I never stopped her and told her it was up to her. We could have afforded it if she wanted it.

After about 10 yrs of marriage I slowly brought up her fucking others. At first more jokingly. We would watch porn at times, and I told her she would be better than any of those. Not that she was wild or a porn star in bed with me, I just had this huge desire to see her with someone else. She would laugh, say that was never going to happen, but I think she had two thoughts really on it. First, and she told me many times in a logical way how dangerous that would be, and we were good. Second, and this was I think the reason she never really shut me down on it, was that my desire to see her, boosted her ego. I think she liked that I felt she was that attractive or sexual.

So as the years go by and I bring it up more and more.. not every day, I was not that bad, but at first a few times a year, then as time goes by maybe once a month. Our sex had become mundane. I don’t want to say stale or boring, because it wasn’t. I loved it, I have always loved sex with her. I never felt bored. We would start with various foreplay, which would culminate with me going down on her, licking her to an orgasm for her where then either I would move up and fuck her or she would push me over and get on top and ride me till I came in her. She only ever orgasmed from oral. I bought toys, but she only liked the small ones for her clit, saying the big ones I bought to fuck her with were just not real.

There were times we had quickies; she was always very open to that. If I needed relief, she was happy to bend over a chair or something and let me have her. She would tell me often to make sure I was happy as I would tell her the same.

When our child was 10, we discussed would we have another or not and decided we liked what we had, and I had agreed to get a vasectomy. This way she could stop taking birth control and life was good.

Most of our vacations over the years were ****** vacations, the 3 of us. Every now and then Risha and I would have a small vacation, but it was very rare and usually based around a wedding or something out of town. Some ****** vacations we went with friends to the beach or skiing, but they were rarer and all ****** oriented. .

When Erin was in HS, Risha and I decided we wanted a vacation with just the two of us. So, we planed this 10 day trip. A day in Boston, two in New York, then 2 in Miami and then finally 5 days in the Bahamas. I was very eager to get her on the beach. We had argued about what bikini’s she would wear as I wanted her half naked, and she was very hesitant. Now it was not really an argument, but more fun in me suggesting things.

I bought her at least 6 different bikinis for the trip. Mind you she had some already that she was taking but I thought, what the hell. Some were sexy sure, but not radical, and then there were a few that were more on the radical side. Hey, I was proud of this woman. At 39 she looked amazing, and I was not shy about wanting to show her off.

At the resort she played along and conceded to wearing 3 of the 6 I bought. Hell, one of ones she said no to was not much more than a few pieces of string, and I get it. The ones she said yes to were hot, one very cheeky and the other two basic thongs, the tops were not very big, but covered enough. Two of them were very small on the bottom in front, so she had to shave completely which was also a huge turn on!!. Additionally, the two very thin ones were the tan through type, I loved making sure she had SPF on EVERYWHERE lol. It did leave some tan lines, like strings, which for weeks later was hot as hell remembering how almost naked she was on the beach.

On our 2nd day we met this man, he was tall, fit, and was staying in the same resort. Bob was clearly well off. He was older and easy going and we hit it off with him. The first night she had brought him up in casual conversation and I totally missed it. The second night we go out to this club and he is there. It was when she said “oh good, Bob is here’ is when I perked up.

Risha procced to drink and feel no pain. I danced with her some, and she also danced with Bob. I could see they were making a connection and it was a huge turn on. She would normally never let that happen and this was hot as hell for me to watch. It was weird too, I won’t lie, there was this confused feeling I had, 90% of me said fuck yes, and that 10% of me was jealous. But the 90% won!

Soon the evening was over, and we shared a cab back to the resort, on the way to our room, Bob invited us to his, if we might want more drinks. I was tired honestly, but didn’t say anything instantly, but that was where my mind was, and I just assumed Risha would be the same knowing how much she drank and being in the sun most of the day, but she quickly said SURE. And that sure was rather perky. You know how you can her inflection in a voice, this was getting very interesting.

Risha had on a cute white sundress, it was like a tube top, so no bra, and then some bikini panties under. She looked very cute, and delicious to me!

Bob made us some drinks and while he was putting music on Risha whispered in my ear asking if I wanted my fantasy fulfilled. I think a world record happened from the instant she stopped talking to my dick getting rock hard. I could not believe this, I looked at her and said ok, sure.. if she was sure.. she said she was not sure, but if it were ever going to happen, it might tonight if we both agreed. I just nodded my head. I was in disbelief, I mean I sensed all day they connected, but this, this, this was HUGE.

Now it was clear Bob took care of himself, probably more than me. He was fit, tall, pretty good looking. He was older, maybe 60, gray hair, but a younger looking face. He had money, it was clear, we were in a suite, it was huge and it was just him and he told us he spends a few weeks a year here.

Once the music was on, Risha was up and dancing, at first alone, then with Bob. It was hot seeing this, but as I watched, it was as much a turn on as it was hard to see. They were not even doing anything yet, lol, and I was just anxious I guess, and impatient.. I knew they needed to do it in their time and not mine. I finally stood and went to refresh my drink, seeing very little ice, I decided this was a good time to leave them alone, let them get moving and not worry about me, if they were at all. Yes, I was over thinking things, but that’s what you do at times.

I grabbed the bucket and asked him for his door key, saying I would get ice and be right back, Risha looked at me, and with a sly smile winked. I was hoping there was not going to be anyone in the halls as my hard on was so very evident. She had her way to turn me on and it worked! In the hall I was jumping up and down, the energy running through my body, I wanted to get back in as soon as possible but at the same time knew I needed to give them time. Well that’s how my mind worked, there was no rule to this, just my own weird way of thinking.

I took my time, got the ice and back to the room in about 3 minutes and then waited outside the door, trying to listen, all I could hear was the music. As I paced back and forth, listening, not listening, wondering, my mind reeling, the seconds passed by. My imagination was in hyper drive, but I wanted to know reality. I waited… waited… 10 minutes… finally at the 15 minute mark I could not wait any longer and went in. The room was empty, the music was on, and I put down the ice and walked to the bedroom, there on the bed they were both naked.

Risha was on her hands and knees on the bed, her tanned body backed up to him, Bob was standing on the floor and was fucking her from behind, grunting, it was just a wild amazing scene. Watching Risha’s tits swing back and forth as she swayed back to meet his thrusts, I was so fucking hard. I had moved now to about 6 feet away to her left, clearly seeing her body sway, her skin was moist with sweat, he was close, you could tell. I could see his cock going in and out, all shiny, it was amazing.

After about 2 minutes he grunted more, and was puling her in as he came, filing her pussy with his cum. I had assumed they would have used condoms, but I know we didn’t have any, and didn’t see one on his cock from where I was standing, but it would be hard to tell I guess, as he held her tight. Puling her in, his cock buried deep in her pussy, pumping the last bit of cum, till he finally let go, stepped back.. his cock now out.. dripping cum… no condom.

His cock was larger than mine that was for sure, maybe 7in, hard to tell, but about, but so much thicker. She just laid there for a minute, her face in the sheets.

All of a sudden I can hear the music again. It was on the whole time, but I had totally blocked it out watching them. He looked at me, smiled, said fuck she’s tight. I mean what do you say? She rolled over, a slight smile on her face. He had walked into the bathroom and I walked over to Risha. I looked at her, it was amazing, I know I said that a few times, but fuck, it was. She had pulled the sheet around her some, and I said, “You ok?” and she said yes.

After he came out, she went in, walking naked in front of both of us, her nice ass swaying as she did. I was in Awe, and a bit miffed at myself for not coming into the room sooner and missing so much but shit this was wild. As she came out, he was walking around and picked up her panties, and looked at her and said, “I am going to keep these, maybe if you come back tomorrow, I can give them back.” We all just laughed.

It was late, she said maybe, and that we were going to leave now, it was time. She had found her sun dress and slipped it on and then her sandals. As I watched her in the hall walking to our room, my desire so notched up, knowing her bare pussy was under the thin material and no doubt his cum till leaking a small bit down her leg. Of course, that’s my mind, where it goes. Back in our room I was like.. holy shit.. wanting to know every little detail. She told me some, but then finally said she was tried. While she told me some, I had my hand in her pussy, at first, she tried to shoo me away, but I told her I had to feel, the warmth, sticky pussy juice combined with the leftover sperm from him. Fuck this was an incredible night I never wanted to end. Finally, she got up and went to the bathroom. She showered and then was in bed telling me more as I was rubbing my hand all over her body as she told me, and she sensed my desire and said I would have to wait till morning.

As we laid there, I suddenly thought, holy shit and asked her, “What about his cum in you?” She respond that while I was out of the room, he told her that he had a vasectomy like I did. At first I was like, good, but I am one of those cynical type, and said “What if he lied?”

She replied “My period is due Monday, so I am not in that time of the month anyway.” I am the first to tell you I am not a woman’s body specialist, but there was this nagging part of me that had a small bit of fear about this! It was Thursday, so a few days and we would know I guess.

In the morning, I was in despair wanting her so badly, asking even more questions. She asked me to go down on her, saying that she would tell me more while I did. I jumped at it. As I was eating her bare pussy, marveling as the baldness as I had the past few days since she had shaved it for the tiny bikinis, she proceeded to tell me details.

In summary, she said that he was quite thick and longer than me yes, but at the time, before they started, she didn’t think much of it, but that once he was in her, she said she definitely felt something different and that although she was not very close to an orgasm, she had sensed she could have cum from him in her had he not cum when he did. She had never cum from fucking before. Soon she was exploding under my talented tongue, and then said she wanted me to fuck her doggie, like he did.

In my mind all I could imagine is I am going to get the same view he got last night of my wife, fuck I was ready! She got on all 4’s and I got behind her, seeing her ass, back, slipping my hard dick into her wet pussy, fuck, it felt so good. She asked me to go slow, take my time, as I slowly started to fuck her. As my mind reeled, I started to think, yes, over think, was she in compare mode? Was she trying to feel the differences? We rarely did doggie in bed like this. This position was usually reserved for quickies and never usually like this. As I started to think, it had been many years since we actually fucked like this. It was not long, maybe 2 minutes and I was starting to go faster, feeling I was cumming soon, as she asked me again, “slower, wait” but there was no waiting, I never had much self-control, or stamina, sadly.

We enjoyed the rest of the trip, I suggested we go back to see Bob again, but she said no, that although it was fun, that in the end she was not overly thrilled with the whole event. I asked if she regretted it and she said no, but that she was happy with me, and wanted us, not that wild life, but that she had hoped that I enjoyed it, that since I had asked for so long, that maybe I would be happy now that it happened. I agreed that I had, but also told her how hot it was, and that I would forget it!

The next few weeks we both were sexually excited from the trip. That and seeing the tiny tan lines from the very erotic, sexy bikinis she wore kept me in a constant state of arousal. I told her that even though I had seen, I would love to see again, she smiled, said once was enough. Oh, and yes, she did get her period when we got home, thankfully! I did sweat that some, but never told her. Maybe she felt the same, I don’t know. The last thing I was going to bring up was any negative as I wanted this to happen again!

Another 2 years have gone by, I never dropped the idea, and actually she was more open to talking about it in theory, but would say we did it once, and it was just ok so lets not try again. But hey, I am a stupid guy or have little control over my desires or any other excuse you can think of, so I never would drop it.

Somehow one night when I was thinking about it, I hit on something I guess maybe it was just perfect timing, but as we were talking, I said, what if I found a really endowed guy that would last, that you would finally find out if it was that or just how you are built. See, in the many conversations we had about that eventful night on vacation, she would often say how much more pleasure his thick cock felt. She was not shy about it made a difference, although briefly. And I knew it did, as when we had sex while talking about those times, and her talking about it, she was always much more wet and she made a point of saying how it seemed to turn me on too.

I was at the gym a few weeks later and was working out when I saw Keith again and said hello. Keith and I were social friends at the gym. He had pointed out a few things I could do in a workout, and we just had that type of acquaintance. I would not even say friendship, but just a casual acquaintance. As he was working out my mind was skipping on something. You know how when you know you are thinking of something, but it’s not in the front of your mind. It’s like that word that’s on the tip of your tongue? There were two things I was trying to connect and yet it was eluding me.

On the way home that lightbulb everyone talks abut finally went on in my head. I was like, holy shit! So Keith is maybe 26, I don’t know, I never asked him, but know he is younger. He has to be 6ft 4in maybe, and built like a god almost. Not Mr Huge Muscle, but has them, his whole body Is a muscle, toned abs. a 6 pack as they say, and from the shower, hell soft he has to be close to what I am hard. He was perfect! Now all I needed to do is talk the wife into it, and then ask him. I had a plan.

That night as we lay in bed, I told her I think I found the guy. She was confused and said “what guy?” I went on to tell her about a guy I knew that I think she might be open to trying, if she would, to see if she might orgasm with him. She instantly said, “we did it once, honestly that was enough”. I said oh I know, but let me tell you about him.

So I went on to explain how he was maybe 26, 6ft 4in, very very fit, a six pack, hell, maybe a 12 pack, and that I can verify that he had a bigger cock than Bob. And that him being younger, he had to be more capable than Bob was. I told her I have not talked to him, but know he dates a lot and bet that he would be happy to be with her and help her find out if her body is capable or more than it has been with lesser men. She kinda snarkeled at me. I said “just think about it, no rush, I think he will be around for a while”

I dropped it, thinking I laid the groundwork and would see how it went. Sure enough, a few days later in bed one night, she says , “so this guy you know, how do you know him? “ I told her from the gym and how he works out so much and how I causally seen him in the showers that have no idea of is real capability, but have to assume.

Now, I had left out one item and not sure if I did it on purpose or not. We had never talked race before, so it had never been a part of the equation, and honestly neither of us ever were prejudice that I know and she has one black woman friend, so I know when I was done telling her about him that I had left it out, but it was not intentional.

Well, she said no for now, but I know over the next few weeks our sex did pick up, I knew she was thinking about it, but I had not pushed to much.

Let me also point out that our ******** has now grown and is away in college. My wife has more time on her hands, and more time for herself. I can’t tell you what’s going on in her mind, but sensed it was a new chapter as they say. We became empty nesters. Sex was no longer reserved for our bedroom or nights and we had taken advantage of that, not a ton, but some, so it was fun.

I guess it was a few weeks later she finally asked, so how would this work? What if we did it? How do you know he would be open to it? That she was old compared to him and on and on. I had to slay her fears, and pointed out she looked better than many women his age, so that was never going to be a problem. I could not believe she was asking this!! I was fucking on the moon thrilled.

I told her I would ask him if he was interested, that maybe he had a long term lady and might say no, but I suspect he would be open, but that I would ask. Then it hit me, I would have to ask him. Fuck, what did I get myself into. Look, sure, I want this, but asking another guy to fuck your wife, seems kinda humiliating and I was not looking forward to it. I kept going over various ways to ask him for a week.

I had seen him at the gym a few times, but never got the courage to do it and knew I had too, or I would not get my dream again. Finally, one night after working out he was done about the same time and I went over to him as he was walking out and said, “Keith, can I have a minute, outside? “ My heart was racing, and it had nothing to do with all the cardio I had done. My hands were sweaty and I was a wreak, but finally outside we both stopped and I said, “Look, I know this is going to sound weird, but my wife and I have, um, well, we have decided to have , what, I mean, I guess an open marriage. We thought we would try a 3some first and we don’t want someone personal that we know, and she has a desire for a more capable guy, if you get my drift.” He had formed this tiny yet it was there smirk on his face. He finally said that he could be interested, but he was kind of picky on his women. That he only did women, and that he was not sure of a 3some, but if she and I were open, he might be able to do her, but only once he met her and talked to her about it. I was relived, and said sure, how about we meet for a drink or coffee or something. He said ok, gave me his number told me some times and we parted ways.

I was on cloud 9! That night I told Risha what happened, and she was as excited which shocked me. I thought she was going to be much more hesitant! So we picked a date, and when I texted him he replied that yes, that would work, that he was looking forward to meeting her. Then asked me to send a picture of what she looked like so he would know. I said not to worry, she would be with me, and his reply floored me. He said no, he needed to meet her alone, that I could bring her, but they needed to talk alone.

I was getting anxious now, this was not what I planned, but after a lot of thought, it was not out of the norm I guess, it was just a meeting to see if they could be compatible.

Took me a day, but I told her what he said. She was, that’s ok, but you will take me and wait, you will be close, I said of course. I found a picture of her and sent it to him, the date was set for a Friday night at a coffee shop not to far from the gym. I looked him up too, googled, him and then found a head shot from Linkedin. The day before the meeting, that evening, I told her I found a picture of him too, online so she would know. In a bit higher octave, her surprised voice clearly heard, “HES BLACK”. I said “yes, didn’t I say that”, she said no, you never said that”. I said “is it a problem??” As she looked at the picture intently for a few minutes, she finally said ”No, no, it won’t be, he is very good looking.“

So the next evening, she gets home from work, and jumps in the shower. I was already home, but was curious. I asked her, “why are you showring now?” She said, “I don’t want to smell like day old bread and although I am not anticipating anything tonight, you never know” she said, with a wink.

At this point, I could tell that any reluctance or resistance had gone, she was excited, this was totally unexpected! She threw one of her nicer bras, a t-shirt and some shorts and sandals. It was a warm day in August, so shorts were the best thing. As we drove, I realized there was no way anyone was going to miss her nipples, normally they are big to begin with, and the slightest breeze will make them larger. The thin bra was going to nothing to keep them hidden. She was excited, I could tell.



We didn’t say much, I think we were both anxious, but as we got close, I asked her, “so on a scale of 1 to 10, how wet are you?” We both burst out laughing, and finally she said “about a 7”



I pulled up to the coffee shop and saw him sitting inside in the corner, she looked at me and said I better not be far just in case this didn’t work out, that she would text me or be close enough to see her walk out, I said don’t worry.

I could not find a place to park that I could see, so parked the car and walked to a spot where I could see that I was somewhat out of sight. I didn’t want to come off as the husband stalker or voyeur. I was no more than 200 feet away with a clear line of sight. They chatted for a while, then you could see them relax, laughing, and more chatting. They touched hands a few times, and finally after 40 minutes got up and slowly walked out. I kept waiting for her to text me, as they chatted more outside.

I guess another 5, maybe 10 minutes went by as they talked in front of the store, till finally he moved closer and bent down they embraced and kissed, kissed… it was not a peck on the cheek, it was a suck your tongue long passionate kiss, I was blown away. After they broke from that, it seems they said their final goodbyes and he walked away, I could see her pulling out her cell phone and soon I got a text to pick her up.

I ran to the car and was there in less than 2 minutes, she was giddy the whole time going home, telling me of things they talked about and how nice he seems. She said the plan was to meet in 2 weeks, a Saturday evening at a local hotel, I was to get the room and could wait for her downstairs. I was like. Wait, what.. you made plans.. holy shit. She said yes, that she knows I want to watch, and maybe down the road if this works, but this was his condition if they were to do it at all and she liked him and well, there was no one else, so its take it or leave it.

I was dumb founded, I could not even think straight, but finally said. Ok. The I asked what else, she said they agreed to condoms, the first time, but as she explained, if this went on further, he was not going to wear them after the first time. “That was pretty much it”, she said, she went on to tell me more of their conversation which come to find out he mainly, almost exclusively dates only white women, so this worked out well for him.



We didn’t make it to the bedroom at home before we were naked and fucking on the floor of the living room. She was excited yet, also saying she can’t believe she agreed to this and that how wild it will be for her to be with a black man. She went on to say that she had always thought it would be exciting to be with one, that she had thought about it for years, how, ever since college she and her gf’s would talk about it, but never in her wildest dreams thought it would actually happen. We had sex every day, some days 2 or 3 times leading up to the ‘date’ as we got to finally calling it.

She made a spa appointment the day before she was to meet him. Said she needed a pampering day since she was going to be so nervous the next day. That night I wanted sex but she said no, that she wanted to be clean for him, that it would be weird letting him fuck her and her still be filled with me. But, as I was exploring her body found that not only had she shaved, but she had a complete wax job and her pussy was again totally bare. She had done it like that years ago for our vacation, but after that was over, it went back to being a trimmed one.

I was beside myself. I had stopped the next morning to reflect on all this, trying to slow down my brain and actually think. This whole thing was so consuming! I wanted it so badly I was saying ok to anything and everything.



In a matter of 4 weeks maybe, it went from her saying maybe, to a date, and my wife not just saying ok, but eagerly now anticipating and almost driving it. I was still dumbfounded. It never occurred to me that she would be this excited or eager. I thought I would have to be dragging her along, pushing, but this was not the case, this was her, WANTING it now, actually wanting it, and doing what she could to make it happened.



I was excited, but more nervous than I wanted to be. I wanted to watch, I was losing control, but it was never about control before, but now that this thing had a life of its own, it scared me. But I was full steam ahead too!



Risha had a black maxi dress on when she was finally finished dressing. Heels, a new thong, a new bra, she looked amazing. I told her I loved her and that if anything went wrong, she needed to get out quick and text me or call, I would be in the lobby waiting. We got in the car, I think I was shaking the whole way there. We didn’t talk much, the high level of anxiety was hitting us both. This was not how I planned it, but it was happening this way.

I had booked a room online at a nearby Marriott. We walked in and I went to check in, asking for two keys. They gave them to me, and we went to the room. We had brought two bottles of wine and a 6 pack for him. I was thinking how wrong this looked, I was paying for a nice hotel room and the guys liquor for him to fuck my wife. Once in the room, she told me I could leave and not to come back until she called. She said that when he arrived to just give him the key and room number and wait.

I went to the lobby, honestly it was like time was in slow motion, that and I was shaking, it was nuts that I was shaking so much. You would think it was me who was performing or something rather than the one waiting. I sat in the lobby, playing on my iphone and looking at the door every minute waiting for him to show up. About 15 minutes later he does. Strolls in in jeans and a hoodie,.

I gave him the key, we barely said hello, he just smiled and walked to the elevator. As I watched it go up, my mind started to reel in the things they would be doing. I wondered how long would they be there. Bob was done in 10 min or maybe 15, I was not there, but what was this going to be like?

I sat and waited. People came and went; the clock ticked every so slowly. I had games to play but could not concentrate. I kept wondering what they were doing. 10 minutes, then 15 minutes, then 30 minutes. I got up and walked around, the front desk guy asking me a few times If I needed anything, no, thanks. Maybe, do you have valium? No, of course not. Next thing I know its an hour, I walk outside, the hot night air didn’t help, back to the lobby, wondering. Finally I see him walking from the elevator, he hands me the key, and just walks away. 2 hours and 45 minutes.

I am in the elevator within seconds, my mind reeling with thoughts of what they did. I walk in the room she is laying in bed, naked, she looks exhausted, her legs spread, her bald, bare pussy, a bit red, puffy, a smile on her face as she says “wow.. just wow, you will not believe this”

I look around and see two condoms on the floor next to the bed, one clearly full, the other not, two bottles of beer are empty, and one bottle of wine is sitting there, although no idea how much she consumed.

I have so many questions, I can’t seem to get the first one out as I just stare at her marvelous naked body. All I could think about was how he had her, ravaged her and left her with that smile, the look on her face, that content look, something I am not sure I had ever seen before. Finally I tell her to tell me what happened.

She proceeds to tell me how nervous she was waiting for him, that she stayed dressed, but by the time he had arrived she had had 2 small glasses of wine and had finally calmed some, but was still wound up. When he arrived she said it was clear, he had done this before. He told her to slowly undress for him and she did, the dress, leaving her in the lace bra and thong and heels, he then had her take off the bra, and then the thong. She said she was very uncomfortable, insecure standing there, nervous, knowing he was probably used to looking at much firmer younger women. He told her to lay in bed as he undressed and then went over to her and told her to suck him hard. She said she almost told him she didn’t do oral, but went long and sucked on his cock. She said his black body, black skin made her almost drip she was so wet seeing the color contrast. That he was in such great shape only made her even more wet.

Finally she said he parted her legs… and told her if she wanted a condom, she would have to put it on, so she did, telling me about what his cock looked like, how big It was, how thick it was and, how black it was. Then he slowly started to fuck her, taking his time, she said he asked her if she ever had a large cock before or should he take his time, she said no, she told him she never had an even slightly large one and please take it easy at first, so he did, then finally filing her. She said she recalled the pleasure she felt from Bob back then, but this was 10 fold better with Keith, that the places Keith touched inside had never been touched before and were screaming from the beginning, that the pressure from his girth was like magic.

She said unlike Bob who went much faster, Keith took his time, slowly building it up, soon she was pulling him in and fucking him back, holding him, kissing him, she said she recalls saying things like how huge he was in her and how she loved his cock, saying that she has no idea how those words came out of her mouth, it was so unintentional, that it was like she was on a different plain, her body totally taking over. After about 10 minutes of him fucking her, she had her first orgasm, ever, from fucking. That after she came down from it, she slowed down, and that she let out a wimper, again, totally unintentional, but her body so ravaged by the most intense orgasm, he asked if she was ok, and she said yes, and explained it was a first for her, he just smiled she said. She said they stopped for a few minutes, talked some, he asked her about her sex life, probed what she was used to. After about 20 minutes of talking, she said he got hard again, and proceeded to fuck her again, this time more aggressively as she was now more prepared. She had two more orgasms before he ever came the first time, she said he had her all over the bed, on her back, doggie, her on top, that he moved her around like she was a rag doll. She loved it!

She went on and on about how in control he was, how he just knew how to touch her and where. She said they rested and she thought they were done, but she enjoyed talking to him, when he said he was ready to have her a second time, she was in shock, but more than willing. She said that after the first time she was a bit tender, btu that the opportunity for another session just seemed too good to pass up. She also said she wanted to see if the first time was a fluke, how could one man make her orgasm like that, when she had never done that in her life before. Now at 41 he, all of a sudden can do that?? So they had more sex, she came two more times, before he pulled out, pulled the condom off and told her he wanted to cum in her mouth. She said she didn’t do that, he told her she did. She said she didn’t think she had a choice, so opened her mouth and started to suck him and in a few minutes., he was filing her mouth and as he did, he told her to swallow it all, and she did.

She said they laid there a bit longer, and he reminder her that if she wanted this again, that he would not wear a condom the next time, but that she should think about it, and see if this is something she would like to do again.

I was rock had, I reached to her pussy, touching it, she let me, I asked her if we could fuck, she said no, that each time he fucked her, it was a good 30 minutes and that she was quite sore and tender and that it might be a day or so before she was ready for me again, but did offer to jerk me off, so I quickly undressed, and soon, and I mean soon, was cumming in a tissue she had pulled out.

She pulled me down into the bed, told me we were staying there the night since we had paid for the room anyway. Later she said how erotic it was that we slept there, where she had her first orgasm from intercourse, and how she was happy I pushed her to do this. Before we fell asleep, as we laid there, small talk, I bet she said it maybe 3 or 4 times, “I had sex with a black man, can you believe that, wow”.

The next day was Sunday, and we were lazy around the house, the impact of what happened the night before still washing over us. I asked her if she wanted to meet him again, and she said yes, she had thought about it, but wanted to if that was ok with me. I jumped at it and said of course. I reminded her I would like to watch, and she agreed, said that at some point yes, but not every time and if I could agree to that then we should agree she could do it again. I asked when, she said maybe the 4th or 5th time, that it was only fair she gets used to this before having me watch. It was not that she would be uncomfortable around me, it was around him, that it might not be fair to everyone, so I agreed.

At this point I was mesmerized. If she told me I would have to jump to the moon I would have said sure. In my years of planning, at this point I thought I would be begging her to try it a second time with the guy still. But here she is saying she wants it if I am ok with it. She is pulling me along almost! I am beyond excited. I wake up with a hard on and half the day have one thinking, wait, this is us??? WOW.

I work from home a lot and the Monday after I am in my home office and assume she will be heading out to her work. She works in a factory down the road in the accounting group at the moment. She’s had this job for about 2 yrs., but she has had a lot of jobs. But then I hear her in the kitchen and its past 8am so I walk in and ask her what’s up, that she seems late. She says no, she called and will be going in late, that she is going to her doctor this morning to get back on birth control. I just smiled; I was in shock honestly. I know we talked about it, but its like the first thing on her mind which just blew me away again.

That evening I asked her how it went, she said fine, that she picked an IUD this time rather than the pill. She really didn’t like taking the pill before, and that was part of the reason I had the vasectomy so she would not have to take it any longer. She said the best thing about this option also was that she could have sex any time now, that there was no waiting period like there would be with the pill and lining it up to when you had your period. I mentioned something about how great that the iud would be now that she is fucking others, and she had this weird look, then she finally said, no, not others, just Keith. I said well yes, of course.

We had great sex that night when she got home. I was more turned on than ever at the prospect she was going to be a willing hot wife, fucking other men. The next day Tuesday, I woke to more sex, and that evening wanted it again for her to tell me no, that she planned on seeing Keith Wednesday night after work. As before, she wanted to be sort of clean for him as she was with me. So I was ok, and more turned on that she had a date! I asked where they were going to meet, and she said she was going to his place. That she would go directly from work, and then be home later. My mind was on fire! We went to bed, but I had the hardest hard on. Once she was asleep, I went to the bathroom to jerk off, there was no way I could have slept with that hard on.

All day Wednesday I was consumed with the idea of her fucking him again that night. What did she wear that morning? She was finally going to fuck him bare, fuck! This was hot. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on work while wondering what she was always doing. I did my best, but know I had to be slipping here and there. After work I could not keep still, I bet I jerked off 4 or 5 times. Watching the clock tick by, 7pm.. then 8pm… finally at 9:45 she comes in.

She was in her tight jeans from work, a nice top, I looked at her and this huge grin came across her face, she came over and flopped on the sofa! I was right there, saying tell me tell me. She went into detail about how it went, the sex, how they did it, how many times she came, how he came, mostly he fucked her again twice, cumming in her both times, for her, she had a total of 5 orgasms, she was in heaven. We went back and forth about how wild it is that an endowed guy like him can make her cum when no one else did before now and how happy she is that at 41 she has been able to experience this, that some women go through life, never know the amazing pleasure of that intense orgasm from fucking. We were bonding over her sex life with another man, connecting on a level we had never before, we were closer than ever.

For the next three weeks she would meet with Keith one night a week, spending a few hours with him getting thoroughly fucked. She would come home somewhat sore, but with the biggest smile ever. She and I would sit up talking, her telling me how it went, me with a raging hard on till she went to sleep and I jerked off. I was more consumed with it than she was I think. I loved it. I never noticed or saw how she changed at that time though. I just was in heaven my wife was now fucking someone else. We were fucking more too, but still, she was fucking someone else and loving it.

Its not like she totally changed, but still, the old wife was more reserved, more quiet, more down to earth. This one, she was wild, looking for that excitement, willing! None of that was a problem mind you, but it was a big change, and I never realized it. I wanted her pussy used more and more.

After about 3 weeks, she got home one night, showered and we were in bed, it was late. As we talked more she then said there was one other thing, that he had invited her to go with him to a small party Saturday at this guys house, it was a pool party, this guy was old and an old mentor of his and he really wanted her to go. He told her actually, he spends many weekends there so it would be good to go, since it might not be the only time. It was the end of August and still very fucking hot so this didn’t seem all that odd, but I was like thinking wow, my wife in a bikini in front other others, and probably other black men!! I could not help, but asked anyway, “was I invited”? She smiled and said “No”.

She did say she first told him she was not sure, that she was a married woman, and needed to be discreet, but she admitted the idea excited her to be somewhere with him, on his arm, in semipublic. He told her not to worry, that he highly doubted that anyone we knew would be there and said that it would only be about 10 people max if that.

That Saturday she was showering and doing her hair getting ready. I still marveled at her naked body. She had picked one of her older bikini’s out and it was on the bed. She looked great in it, no doubt, and they would all be looking. As she was packing later, I joked, maybe you should take the string one, you know, the one you would not wear in the Bahama’s? We both laughed, she said no, she wanted to get home in one piece and not give anyone the wrong idea, but then she had this odd look on her face as she was thinking. Then said never mind, kissed me and said she had no idea when she would be home, but it might be late, but would text me and let me know. It was about 1pm when she left.

She got home about 11pm, and looked totally exhausted. She had that smile again on her face. Said it was a great time and would tell me more the next day as she was very tired from the being in the sun all day. I must have masturbated at least 6 times that day, thinking of all the black men there ogling her in that bikini. It was just a normal one, but still, showed plenty of skin, white skin, and nothing but black men looking. As she lay there and fell asleep, I again went and jerked off one more time.

The next day she told me more, about how nice the guy’s place was, where it was at, and so on. Knowing the part of town, about the size she said, it had to be a million five or more. It was 6 bedroom house, the pool was large and the surroundings amazing. It was catered by two people originally, but they left about 7pm she said. It was the old guy, George, who she said was a CEO or something of some company and another older man Nathen, who was as successful supposedly. There was one other couple there, like her and Keith, and then sara, a single white girl. When she was telling me this, I was like, “girl?” she said, “yes, it was a bit unsettling actually at first, honey she is the same age as Erin” who was our ********. I joked, but I bet you were the hottest there!

She laughed, said she looked ok, but in the bikini she took she was the most conservative for sure. She went on to tell me about what the other women wore and how by 7pm, all the women were topless. I about spit up the drink I was drinking. I asked, “You too?” She said no, no, that she was tempted, but that with her saggy breasts, she didn’t think she wanted to do that and would feel to self-conscious and no one pressured her so she felt ok with her top on. I had the hardest hard on!

She then explained how Keith took her about 8 pm to one of the bedrooms where they fucked. She said it was exciting, erotic yet scary too, that anyone could have walked in on them, and with how loud she is with him, some had to have heard. She went on telling me more and more details.

This started a pretty normal weekend trend, well every other weekend. Sometimes during the week she would meet with Keith too for an evening session, but that was hit and miss. We were still fucking, but I sensed less and less, but I blamed me mostly since I was jerking off so much. After about the 5th weekend of her going, as I kissed her goodbye, I went about the house doing things and as normal wound end up thinking of her and how next time I should get her to wear one of her more revealing bikinis she wore in the Bahamas. It occurred to me how I loved her tan lines in it and that I have not seen her naked in a while, as our schedules and things just did happen. Sure we had sex, but the lights were usually off.

As I was thinking this and being turned on as normal, I went to look at the bikinis in her drawer. The bottoms were barely a small patch below and a string in the back and the tops although the normal triangle type were about 50% less material or less. As I was digging in her drawer, I realized that her normal ones, were in the drawer, which I had thought she had taken and the 6 that I bought here were all gone. She had always taken a bag with her and even the first time she took two different bikinis. My cock twitched again, fuck! She is wearing those ones I bought her. Why didn’t she tell me?? My smile was broader than ever. See, this is something that should have popped a flag to me, but nope, I was to consumed, I was more than willing to see her do more and more, and had not even realized it.

The next day when she was home as we were lounging and she telling me more stories, she said that yesterday the whole thing went up a notch, I was like wait, what?? I could see she had a look on her face, that was more serious than happy. So I said tell me.

She proceed to say that the last two times as it was late and just a few couples by then, that most of the single people had gone, that 2 weeks ago, Keith had been drinking and bragging about her and she said at the time she felt proud, that it was exciting. He was telling them about how they had the greatest sex, and how she loved to please him and how lucky he was to have met her. He went on to say how hot she was, and how there was nothing hotter than a sexy, sexual white women. She said again, she felt like he was bragging and took it that way. By then it was late, and almost dark, but there were lights , although dim, there was enough and that they were by the pool.

He then had been holding her when he was talking and then pushed her into the pool. She had been swimming before, so this was not an issue of her getting wet. When she came up she said she was laughing and he was still saying something when he then pulled his trunks off and sat on the side of the pool. She said she was a bit shocked, that he just did it like that, but she went over to him and that he told her to suck his cock. She said “ I was a bit taken back, he just said it, like that. Suck my cock, show them how great you are”. She said she turned about 10 shades of red. She said she just looked at him for a minute, in shock. She looked at me and said “you know I don’t like oral that much and you have been great about not asking since I told you. But with him, he wants it, and I have done it some, but not a lot, mostly we fuck”.

She said she could sense he was serious. She said she became very self-conscious, knowing the few people left were watching. She said “Had I been sober, fully sober, I would never have done it, but, I took his cock in my hand and started to suck him, what was I to do? “She said she tried to block out that others were watching this scene. There were two couples there, like her and Keith, one a married white woman and a black man and another interracial couple, although the second woman was not married. Then there was George and Nathen, all of them watching her now sucking his cock. She said so many things were going through her mind, but in the end, the dominant feeling, was she wanted to make him proud. She said she didn’t know why or how that happened, but she was sucking him like she wanted it, like it was her idea, like she was proving something.

She said she had seen this once before on a weekend, that Sara had performed oral sex on Nathan once, that everyone watched it. She said it was erotic to see and at the time she didn’t fully understand it, as Sara was not there with Nathan, but she had not given it much more thought. She said she knew no one was a virgin and most of the people at these parties were into sex, and yet, this was different.

She said she never noticed that George sat down next to Keith as she got Keith closer and closer to cumming. She said the whole ordeal went on about 10 minutes, and finally heard Keith say “yes, keep going, and make sure you swallow it all”, as his hand went to the back of her head, guiding it up and down. Soon she said she felt his hot sperm blasting the back of her throat, the initial blast surprising her, as she tried to swallow it all, stroking his long thick cock the whole time. Finally, after she had swallowed it all and his cock stopped its spasming, as she let his cock head out of her mouth, licking it, she looked up with this smile at him, feeling proud.

She was telling me this now, just looking down, not wanting our eyes to meet. She said she didn’t care at that moment what anyone thought, and was not even thinking really, she just did something for her lover, and was herself, turned on by it. She said she looked up at him and he was smiling, telling her how good she was. Then she said he said something else, but she looked at me, and said, “I saw his lips move, I heard what he said, but I was dumbfounded, thinking, no, he didn’t say that. I was still smiling trying to process it all when he said it again. Baby, look what you did to George, you need to suck him too, like you did me, or better, now, move over, be the good white wife and suck his black cock”

She looked at me, almost with a tear in her eye, saying “ I was so humiliated. I could not believe he said that. I looked over and George was less than 2 feet away, his cock standing at semi attention, it was coal black, not like Keith’s which is browner, but an angry coal black and a large bulbous head on it. I thought what the fuck, and heard his words again in my head, but felt like, is that me? I didn’t know what to do, I was frozen. About that time, Keith nudged me some, and I just moved, without even realizing. Baby, I didn’t want to suck George. I didn’t really want to suck Keith. I could hear George saying how pretty I am and how hot I look and how lucky Keith is, and he was going on and on, and soon I just was sucking his cock. I could feel it growing in my hand, in my mouth. I know it was wrong, but baby, I had this sense of power rush over me. I had a man’s penis between my teeth, and he trusted me, and my mouth, my lips, my tongue, I had to power to take this man to levels of pleasure they all want. “ She broke down in tears for a minute, then wiped them away.

As she looked at me again, she said, “ I tell you this because I want you to know this is wild, this whole thing. Today I don’t regret it, but not sure I have that same huge desire to do that again today, but even today I can feel proud of what I did, that I made Keith happy. I hope you are ok I feel that way because I love you too, but I know you wanted this for me, I think you did, and I hope you approve. “

She had this look on her face, wanting my approval. I could tell she was strained telling me. I went to her, held her, told her it was all good, that I loved her and that I was very proud of her. I know she could feel my hard on, I loved it. Keith pretty much made her into a slut, and I loved it, but I was not going to tell her that. I just held her, and life was good for us again.

It was Tuesday of the next week and we were getting ready for bed and I let it be known I wanted some, and she was in bed waiting, as we made love, after I ate her, and was in her, I was whispering in her ear how I loved that she was getting the huge black cocks in her, that they were making her cum in ways I never had, that she was able to know that level of sex, I could tell she liked the nasty talk, but it was more honest talk to me. Then I told her how I also loved how comfortable she was around all the black men it seems, being almost naked and how I love that she only wears the thongs when around them. I didn’t last long, the whole image also playing in my head, soon I was cumming in her.

The next few weeks were more of this, she would see Keith during the week, and on weekends go to George’s pool parties on the weekends. The first few weeks when she got home from them she would just say how good it was, how she sucked so and so. It took me a few weeks to catch on that Keith was not even at the parties all the time any more, and that her oral talents were being used more and more. I wanted to ask for oral, I wanted that, but didn’t. And it made me even more turned on knowing how she was starting to do it more and more. I just found it all so exciting. Looking back, I guess I should have been more jealous, or even demanding of more sex for me, but I totally missed it, being so turned on by it all.

As it got closer to the winter holidays, there was less and less pool parties, but she was still going to George’s on weekends. I guess this had been going on now for about 4 months or so and I didn’t notice our sex had slowed some. Saturday rolls around and it’s about 10am and she is packing a bag, like she used to for pool party and she is also doing her hair, only a towel on so I sit and watch. We chat some, nothing of importance, as I really just wanted to stare at her. When she drops the towel, I can see she looks amazing as always, I truly loved this woman.

She goes to her drawer and puts on a tiny thong, and a sheer lace bra, then a t-shirt and shorts. Its cool out, but not cold. But her nipples will be showing more often than not I thought in that top. As she packs her bad, I notice it’s not just her swim suites, as he has a hot tub as well as a pool, but she is packing some clothes. I am not sure what I asked, but she stopped, looked at me, and said “ I am going to spend the night, I hope you don’t mind. George wants some people over tomorrow too and told me I should just stay with him.”

I know it hit me, but I didn’t let on, I just said ok. But I played it over in my mind, George? I wanted to ask more but didn’t want her to think I was interrogating her, so just let it go. She was not out of the door an hour and I had masturbated the first of many times that day and night.

She rarely was telling me details now of the events at George’s anymore when she got home, just that she was tried, and very sexually satisfied. I didn’t care, I was thinking I should not say anything since I didn’t want it to stop, I was so consumed by the love of IR and that MY wife was doing it. I was chatting online with others sharing my story, hearing theirs and was jerking off so much that when I did it was barely a dribble anymore, my balls were so empty.

For the next few months everything seemed to just happen. She kept going every weekend now, and it was at least once often twice during the week she was getting home late or spending the night. She stopped saying Keith’s and just that she would be late. I didn’t know, and Keith was no longer at my gym, so was not able to ask him, and didn’t want to ask her. Don’t ask my how or why, I can’t explain how I knew, yet didn’t want to know much much more was going on.

During the holidays when our ******** was home, my wife stayed home more, but still went out some. She told me that she had sat down with our ******** and told her we were experimenting with an open marriage. Since winter and summer breaks are very long, she said, it didn’t seem reasonable to hide it from her and try to keep the secret. I was appalled, In shock. I told her that was not right, she should have talked to me first. She agreed, but said it was done, so play along.

I was not happy about that at all, and there was a bit of tension. But life went on. Not much more was said about it. It was now almost 10 or 11 months, but May of the next year. Erin was home for the summer and Risha told me she was going to the pool party for the weekend. This was Thursday evening. I just nodded and said ok. She said “George wants me to bring Erin, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I think I about jumped off the sofa and stared at her, finally saying “no, no, no fucking way, are you nuts.“ She nodded, said, ‘yes, you are right, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I was in shock, she was so into them, she didn’t even see what they were doing. Anyway, it was about 2 months, late July when she came home one day, said we needed to talk. We had had sex the night before, which was still in my mind. We had barely had sex in the last few months, but I was not complaining.

She said that we had drifted apart, that she did love me, but that since we were now empty nesters basically and older, and she was going to move in with George, that he had offered, and she liked him, and hoped that they could have a future.

My mind was spinning. I never met George, but from what she told me, he was over 60, but capable, rich, Black, I mean if you are going to leave, you might as well go to someone more loaded. My wife, a black cock whore is what was going through my mind. I started to think back, and it was months since I heard Keith’s name. How did he pass her off to George so easy? The whole thing was wild. I pushed my wife to fuck others, finally black, and she falls for the black guy and leaves me. I had another hard on.

Yes, I tried to talk her out of it, I didn’t want to lose her, I really loved her still, but I knew if it happened, it was all my fault. I could not blame her, so I was never really angry like I think I should have been or some husbands might have been. We talked for a few weeks, but she had her mind made up.

About 3 weeks later she had packed some bags and moved in with George. We didn’t talk that much after she left, I was pretty hurt, trying to heal, but still turned on by the whole thing. I know, I still found it totally amazing something could happen like that in a year. She had come by when I was not home, all planned, and had movers take her things we agreed on to storage.

It was about 3 weeks later, Mid-September, she says she has the papers and just needs my signature, I said, sure, come by. I wanted to see her again, I guess I was a glutton for punishment. She showed up about noon on a Saturday, it was a hot day, and she had a t-shirt on and a jean skirt. I was in awe. In the 5 weeks that she was gone, 7 weeks since she had announced all this, she had gotten a boob job. Fuck they were huge too. I was staring.

Seems she had them scheduled even before she left, and had it done the same week she moved out. I asked how big they were, and she told me 34DD. I could tell she liked them, yet felt self-conscious, maybe that was just round me.

I asked why, she said a few reasons. Frist, they sagged a lot, I knew that, and she had talked about it before, and guess she had mentioned it to George too, and he offered to pay for them. She said also, that at 44, she was one of the oldest women with all these guys and they have a wondering eye and she needed to make sure to keep him excited for her. She said “ I am not the only one in his life, which I guess I should have known, so have to keep him excited for me”. She said she was going for a full C, as she was a b/c before, but that when she was talking it over with George, he told her she should go bigger. She said it was her decision, but that she was ok with it. They looked amazing, not 2 balls on her chest, but not natural either. Maybe since I knew her before, but a D would have been better but who am I to judge.

We talked a bit more, I finally asked her if she would let me see them, as she ran her hands over them over the t-shirt, her nipples plainly seen as she had no bra on, she said no. She said she had thought about it, and that she didn’t want to tease me or lead me on. I then asked her why her nipples are so hard them? I said it kind of jokingly, but in the past, if she got slightly turned on, they would be very hard. She said that if there was one draw back to the whole thing, is that with the implants, she never has to wear a bra, as they are always perky, and George never wants her in a bra again, but that she has been to the doctor that her nipples have stayed hard constantly ever since. She said the doc told her that could happen to some patients, but that it might fix itself over time, but she would have to wait and see.

Time went on, months, we barely talked. I had tried to move on, tried dating some. I went out with 3 women so far, one lasted a month, but as they wanted to know why I was divorced and I told them, at first thye was sympathetic, yet did agree, it was all my fault. I think when I said yes, it was, but “the whole thing was a huge turn on, would you ever consider fucking blacks and letting me watch? “ I think the first one was pretty shocked, and would not return any calls after that.

The other two ended in similar ways. One not even letting me get to asking, but after I told her the how of it all, she said I deserved what I got, then walked out.

It was now about 11 months later, about 3 weeks ago I had to call her for something about Erin. Risha was very cordial, said we should meet for lunch, so we did. She was very engaging, but I could sense troubled too. As we were ending lunch I asked, is something wrong, and she said no, no, but then she hesitated and looked at me, the look like I used to see in her eyes when we talked. She asked “would you ever consider, US, again? “ I was a bit shocked, then ask, “Are things not working out with George anymore’? and she replied, “no, that changed a few months ago, I am living with Nathen now.” I was shocked, but not sure why. I just assumed.

But I was not deterred, I just said “yes”. She looked at me funny and said “yes, yes what? “ I said “yes, I would consider US again. Not the old us, but maybe a new version.” She smiled and said good, she would like that and can we talk more. I said sure, so we set a time. As I walked her to her car and she got it, I said, “but I want to know everything first. I think I might have missed things. “ She replied, yes, there was so much I didn’t tell you, but I will.”

Over the next few weeks we met a few times, she told me so much that I missed while we were together. That day she told me about sucking George, she failed to mention that she blew Nathen too and that some other guy came up behind her when she was sucking Nathen and started to fuck her. When she protested, they ignored her and had their way.

That after that weekend, it was very common that George or Keith would set her up with other men there for the day, and night. She became the house escort sort of. George really liked her, and did let her move in later, she assumed as his gf, but from the start it was just downhill. First, he showed her, her bedroom, it was not his. And she had to put up with all of George’s other women. Keith was a constant guest, and by the time she left that house 6 months after moving in, living there the whole 6 months she realized that Keith was bringing new white women all the time. Most were married, and it seemed to her that it was like they could not get enough women. There were lots of different black guys coming around to get the new women that over time they would do the same to as they did to my wife.

The place was just a big party where many black guys would come to get the new married white woman who Keith or someone would have recruited to be the new house slut. These women had no clue, they thought they were starting to date Keith. It was up to my wife and a few of the other women that might show up that knew the game to let these girls and women know that it was ok, that this place was like the 60’s of free love and you could be with whoever you wanted. That was the idea anyway. The reality was the women were either cheating and or their husband knew and although they were there with Keith, they were fresh prey for the others. Keith made sure to give them space, and make sure they were high or *****. There was lots of molly and drinking, which allowed the women to let more things happen I am sure then they anticipated.

They let my wife know that once she was there, it was up to her to lead the new women to do more, until they had done enough that the guys had her. Some of the women cheated, they really capitalized on that and would blackmail them. Use them for parties. Seems there were video cameras all over.

When she told me she was going to spend the night, it was not her idea. She said honestly that yes, she loved the sex, there was no argument there, but that she was happy with Keith or even George, it didn’t matter, they both fucked her incredibly. But she resisted wanting to come all the time, it was the party where she had blown Keith, fucked the other guy, that after, when they told her to pack for the weekend, they were going to have guests they needed her for, she said no, so they showed her the video and said they would show me.

She said she felt humiliation telling me these things, but I should know. She said that when they showed her the video, she felt shame, yes, but she was also very wet watching it. She said she felt like a slut, a whore. She said she knew I would be ok with the video, or even if not, I would forgive her, not that it was her fault, but she knew I would accept her, she thought I loved her that much. But she said, there was something inside her at that time, that she could not explain. She wanted the degradation. She said seeing herself on film, showed her who she was. She told me she choose to do more, lots more for them on her own. She let them believe I would never understand, and willingly chose to be used by them.

She told me in the year we were together, before she moved out, she had been with at least 50 black men. And since she moved out, at least 50 more since. George has many people he does business with and some parties are very crowded. But that not all of the men are CEO’s, as some are old friends of his before he got rich.

She told me of some prominent black people that I had seen on the news, that she had been with. She went on to say that once she had moved in with George, after about 3 months, she found she was pregnant too. Seems her IUD had fallen out, and she had not realized. She had an abortion. When she told George, he said that it was too bad, he might have liked another child, and then went to his nightstand and gave her the fallen out IUD. Seems he knowingly fucked her many times as well as seether up with over a dozen men, knowing she was fertile.

She said that when she moved in with George, he bought her a new wedding ring, come to find out it was fake. That she was to wear it in the house at all times, and any man she was with, she was to tell them that she was married to me still, and that she preferred to spend her time here with George.

The stories went on and on. I was in shock, but again, with a fucking hard on. It didn’t make me think any different of her though, I too was so fucking caught up in it, so turned on by the whole mwf/bbc or Interracial thing. I can’t explain it, the whole fetish of it is still a huge turn on.

She went on to say how she had to tell Erin more than I knew. She said that while divorced that Erin had visited a few times and met Keith, but that she had told her to keep her distance from him that he was a bad boy. Little did she know that they had talked some while he was visiting. A few weeks later when she was talking to Erin, Erin had mentioned how she had been on a few dates with him. That she liked him and dating black man was quite new and exciting.

She said “it broke my heart, but I had to tell her, I didn’t want this to happen to her. “ Before she could tell her, Erin went on to say how great Keith was, and such an incredible lover. At that point Risha said she had no choice but to tell her everything. How I had dated him, fell for his amazing sex, his charms, and that he was just using women to bring into the parties for other older black men to have and use. She said, “just so you now, she knows most things, not all the details I told you now, but lots, enough that she dumped him which was my goal. I had to, or he would have recruited her too into this world. It broke her heart, but she is ok now.” I was blown away. My mind reeled some, thinking how humiliating it is my ******** knows I put my wife up to this, then realizing the same man has had sex with my wife and my ********, and it was my doing. I was almost broken. I never wanted that.

Over the weeks of her telling me more and more of what I didn’t know I was still blown away. One thing she never talked about, but I was curious of when we were in the car, I asked her. “Have you done anal with any? “ She was an anal virgin when we met, and said it was not something she ever wanted to try or do, so we never did. She lowered her head some and said, “yes, that happened shortly after I started with Keith, and before the parties. Not very man, but more than I should have had had me that way. But just so you know, I still hate it.” I had a huge smile on my face thinking, maybe she might be nice and offer it if we do get back together.

She told me all this over the past 3 weeks, I told her I still loved her, but that I was honestly still consumed with the whole mwf/bbc thing, and said I would have to process a lot of what she told me, but said “I have to be honest, the idea of us together again, I liked, but I could never promise that over time, I might suggest her to fuck a black guy again. It was all very confusing. “

We were in my SUV after a lunch when this talk came up, she smiled, reach over and felt my hard on. She then moved the center console and undid my pants and pulled it out. She looked at me while she stroked me and said. “ Good, I am not sure I ever want to give up black cock, I love it. They did teach me that oral was not as bad as I thought though” with that, she went down on me and it was barely 2 minutes I was telling her to get up, I was going to cum, but she didn’t get up, she kept sucking, and soon I was exploding in her mouth. She slowly let me finish, swallowing it all.

As she sat up, and looked at me, said “ I hope we can make this work, I have missed you, and our somewhat sane world. I like the insane world too but need you as an anchor.”

I said “good, but one thing. “ she looked at me, and I said” I still want to watch, at least once”. I still had never gotten to watch her. With all the things she had done, Keith early on took her and I never did get to watch. She just smiled.

We have talked one more time and think in a few weeks she will be back. We shall see! I know there is more she has yet to tell me of our time apart. I am anxious to hear about it all.