My name is Andy and my lovely wife’s name is Jen. I am 42, athletic and fit and Jen is 40 and absolutely stunning. As I said she is lovely: 5ƌ" 138# 38C long blond hair and blue eyes.

We had a very normal marriage, including a robust sex life. One thing we both enjoyed was fantasy talk — lying in bed, imagining scenarios with other men and women. One of my recurring fantasies was Jen with a Black man. It was always fun. I never thought it would turn my world upside down.

A little over a year ago, we were at a friend's house party and we met Lincoln. We all talked for a while and I didn't think much of it. Jen went off to socialize with the girls while I hung with a few buddies on the patio. When I came in for a beer, I saw Jen and Lincoln sitting on the couch together. There were other people in the room, so I didn't think anything of it. She came outside a while later to check on me, then went back in. Another beer run and she and Lincoln were talking with three other people in the kitchen. We made eye contact and she smiled like she was having a nice time, so I went back outside.

We finished the night all together in the living room, but Lincoln had already left, so I put it out of my mind.

That night in bed, I had just started making love to her when she said, "I have to tell you something."

I said okay.

"Don't be mad."

I stopped, and she said, "Don't stop — it feels so good."

So I kept going, and she said, "Do you remember Lincoln at the party?"

Yeah, what about him?

"He kissed me."

My stomach dropped. My cock got harder.

How did that happen?

"We'd been talking a lot. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out he was in the hallway. He pulled me into a bedroom, closed the door, and pinned me against it. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me."

I was upset. I was also rock hard.

So what did you do?

"Don't be mad — but I kissed him back."

My emotions were all over the place. Shocked. Excited. I should have been furious, but I was turned on.

Is that all?

"Don't be mad."

God — you didn't sleep with him?

"No. But he did feel me up."

What do you mean?

"I didn't mean for him to. It was just so exciting."

What?

"He was under my bra. He rubbed my pussy through my shorts."

You just let him?

"It happened so fast. And he was a great kisser."

So that was all?

"He put my hand on his cock."

What?

"Only for a few minutes. Then I stopped it."

A few minutes?

"I'm sorry, honey."

So what was it like?

"It was big."

"I'm sorry, honey."

That was the end of talking. I was so turned on I made love to her harder than I ever had in my life.

The next day I was pretty angry, but I couldn't stop thinking about it — and every time I did, I got hard. Our sex life went into overdrive for the next week. Me asking questions. Her telling me things. Me pounding into her. Soon I was asking her how good that Black cock would feel inside her, and she would get crazy wet and come hard. I thought I'd found a secret and I was loving it.

Then one night I started and she said, "Baby — is this still just fantasy?"

I slowed down, and she said, "Lincoln has been texting me. Today we talked on the phone."

There went my emotions again. My cock raged.

What are you talking about?

"He just wants the three of us to meet and talk. Just have a few drinks."

She started moving her hips against me.

"Come on, baby. It's just to talk."

I couldn't stop myself. I said okay — and then came hard.

They arranged it for eight o'clock Friday night at a bar half a mile from our house. Jen looked like a goddess. Hair and makeup done perfectly. Bright red nails. Heels. A little black dress that showed off every curve. We got there early and I picked a table. Lincoln arrived right at eight.

He walked over and immediately said, "Let's move to a booth. More privacy." Without waiting for an answer, he helped Jen with her chair and picked up her drink. As he led her away I heard him say, "Thank you for dressing the way I asked." He guided her into the booth, then slid in beside her.

We made small talk until the waitress brought his drink. Then he looked at me.

"Has Jen told you why we need to talk?"

As he said it, I saw his hand drop below the table. I could see in Jen's face that he was rubbing her leg.

I stammered. Well — ah — yes, a little, I guess.

"Let me explain so we're all clear. Jen told me about your fantasy — her with a well-endowed Black man." His arm moved beneath the table. "Do you know what a bull is, Andy? I have a very large cock and plenty of stamina. But when we're together, I'm in charge."

By now I could see in her face that he was touching her directly.

"Go home and talk about it. Jen can let me know where you stand."

With that, he turned to Jen and kissed her deeply for a long moment, cupping her breast. Then he slid out of the booth and left.

Jen looked at me. "Are you okay?"

I told her I thought so. I asked if everything he'd said was true.

"You used to say it all the time," she said. "And after he kissed me at the party, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

So you really want to do this?

"Oh god, honey — I'm sorry. But yes. I want him."

We finished our drinks and went home. I was shell-shocked, but I'd never wanted her more. As soon as we were inside I took her to the bedroom and unzipped her dress. When it fell, I got my last shock of the night.

She hadn't been wearing any panties. The entire time at the bar, she'd been allowing him access to her.

I threw her on the bed and buried my face between her legs. She was wetter than she'd ever been. She came almost instantly but I kept going. She came again and cried out, "Oh god, Andy — I need you to fuck me."

I moved up and drove into her. She was like an animal. Then she whispered, "Please say yes. Oh god, please say yes."

My mind was spinning. I said — just not in our bed.

She came so hard I couldn't hold back. I came with her, deep inside her.

I had said yes. There was no going back now.

Their meeting was set for the following Friday. She was insatiable all week. I enjoyed every moment of it, but I knew in her mind it was Lincoln she was with. Friday came and she spent hours getting ready. I had never seen her more beautiful — hair, nails, makeup, a dress that hugged her and showed off her legs.

We were meeting at a local hotel that had a bar. When we arrived, Lincoln was already in a booth. He slid out, wrapped his arms around Jen, and kissed her. Then, as she slipped into his side of the booth, he shook my hand.

"I'm pleased you decided to come."

After our drinks arrived, he dropped his hand to her leg and made no effort to be subtle about sliding her dress up. Then he looked at me.

"So Andy — do you understand tonight's rules? You'll sit in a chair. You won't speak unless I ask you to. If we want anything, you'll get it without question. You will not touch Jen until I'm finished with her. Is that clear?"

I nodded.

"Now so you know exactly where things stand." He turned to Jen. "Tell Andy who this pussy belongs to."

She started to lower her head.

"Look at him and tell him."

She looked into my eyes.

"It's Lincoln's, Andy. I belong to Lincoln."

"Good. Now, Andy — go get us a room."

Without thinking, I went to the front desk and got a room with a king-size bed. I returned to the table and handed the keycard to Lincoln. He took Jen's hand and they walked to the elevator. I followed behind.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, Lincoln pinned her to the wall. He kissed her and lifted her skirt. Turning to me, he said, "She really is lovely, Andy. This will be something for you to see."

When we entered the room, Lincoln told me to put Jen's overnight case in the bathroom. They began kissing, his hands moving over her body. I did as I was told. When I came back out, he told Jen to go get herself ready for him, then told me to make myself a drink and pointed to a chair.

I sat.

He stood a few feet in front of me and slowly undressed. He knew it made me uncomfortable and he wore that knowledge on his face. He was nothing like me — built like a football player, very dark skinned. He stripped down to his underwear, and right then the bathroom door opened.

Jen stepped out and my stomach turned over.

She was stunning. Blond hair cascading down. Perfect makeup, bright red lips. A sheer lace baby-doll nightgown, no panties, four-inch heels. He extended his hand and she walked to him, stopping just in front of me. He raised her hand and had her turn in a slow pirouette.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Isn't she beautiful, Andy?"

Yes, I stammered.

"And all for me. She dressed like this for me."

He took her in his arms and kissed her, dropping one hand to cup her ass inches from my face. Then he told her to kneel.

She reached for his boxers and he stopped her.

"Not yet." He looked at me. "You did this, Andy. You told her every fantasy you had. You put this desire in her. But there's one more step. It's your choice — tell me to stop and I'll dress and leave and never contact either of you again. Or you tell Jen to take them off. The choice is yours."

I sat there.

Then, as if someone else were speaking through me, I heard myself say, "Yes, Jen. Take them off."

I wanted to take it back the instant the words were out. But I watched her hands reach up and slowly lower his boxers.

He was everything he'd claimed. At least ten inches, very thick. Her left hand came up and grasped him, and I caught a glimpse of her wedding ring just before she took him into her mouth. I sat there and watched her work. Then I looked up at him, and there he was, looking back at me with that easy, confident grin.

He stood her up and led her to the bed. He removed her nightie and laid her back, then knelt on the floor, raised her legs so I had a clear view, and ran his tongue along the full length of her. I heard her whimper. I watched her claw at the sheets as he brought her to her first orgasm.

Then he stood and rubbed himself along her. She was moving her hips, trying to pull him in.

He looked at me.

"Do you have a clear view, Andy?"

Yes.

"What do you want me to do?"

What?

"Tell me what you want me to do, Andy."

Fuck her, I said quietly.

"Louder."

Fuck her.

"Louder."

Fuck her.

I watched her claw the sheets as he slowly worked himself into my wife. She reached up and grabbed her own legs, spreading them wide. I watched him move in and out of her, her lips stretching around him. She cried out that she was going to come, and I watched it wash over her. She had never been more beautiful.

Then he withdrew.

Her pussy was swollen and flushed. She lay there looking up at him, rubbing herself.

"That was nice," he said. "But now we're going to fuck."

He shoved her to the center of the bed. All pretense was gone. He told her to get on her knees, got behind her, and drove into her in one stroke. I heard her gasp. He had her by the hips and he went right to work — hard, relentless. She moaned and grunted under him. He pounded her for about five minutes with her arms pinned behind her back, then pushed her flat and drove into her from behind.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him in a sixty-nine. I watched her grind her pussy down onto his face and heard her come again. Then he positioned her in reverse cowgirl, facing me.

I watched her face as she slid down onto him.

"Look at Andy," he told her.

Her face was a mixture of shame and pure pleasure.

"Tell Andy how much you love my cock."

"I love it," she said.

"Tell him how you really feel."

"Oh god, Andy — I'm sorry. But it's so good."

She came again. He slapped her ass and told her to get off. He put her on her back, spread her legs, gave her several long strokes with his tongue, then drove his full length into her again. She wrapped herself around him and kissed him passionately as he fucked her. She came one more time.

Then, after about ten minutes, I watched him tense and empty himself into her.

He climbed off. He told her to stay exactly as she was. He looked at me and told me not to move. He took his clothes into the bathroom and I heard the shower start.

I sat there and stared at her. I watched him leak from her.

When he came out of the bathroom he was dressed. He went to her on the bed, ran his hand over her breasts and down to her mound, touched her cheek, and kissed her. He told her he'd call her tomorrow. Then he came to me and I stood.

He put out his hand.

"She's all yours now."

I shook it like I was thanking him. He left.

I walked to her. She looked up at me.

"Please hold me. I need to know you still love me."

I undressed and lay down beside her. I kissed her and couldn't resist touching her, running my fingers through what he'd left behind. She said, "Please be gentle, Andy. I'm so sore."

I made love to her softly as she whispered in my ear, over and over, "Thank you."

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