I’m Jim Black and I’m not sure when it started. By “it”,
I mean the idea that I wanted to see my wife being fucked by another man. For
several years, as quickly as they appeared, I would push the thoughts to the
furthest part of my mind and I wouldn’t allow myself to think those terrible
thoughts.
Toni and I had been married for almost fifteen years and
we enjoyed an active and healthy sex life.
Toni had always been receptive to anything I could think of. All the
forms of sex we read about or watched in the adult movies that we both enjoyed
she was up for.
The first time I suggested anal sex she leaped on the
idea. Toni and I discovered she loved to be butt-fucked. She also loves oral
sex. Either giving or receiving and she can get off just by sucking my cock.
Toni never said ‘no, not tonight’ or ‘I’ve got a
headache’, or no to anything, for that matter. As she put it, she was always
ready or ready to get ready.
After fourteen and a half years, Toni still looked damn
good to me. At thirty-three she looks as
good as she did at eighteen. Toni is curvy and has nice boobs; somewhere in the
thirty-six C range. She works hard to keep her body trim and in shape by
working out at a gym and running several times a week. She keeps her deep red
hair cut rather short.
Toni is tall for a girl, being five-nine and a half.
Unlike many tall girls she doesn’t slouch or wear low heel shoes. She has
several pairs of four-inch heels and she wears them proudly. Since I’m six feet tall her height has never
been a problem for me.
Whenever we are out in public Toni always gets a lot of
looks from the guys and even some of the gals. I don’t mind the men looking at
her. Why should I? I like to look, too.
Both Toni and I work out of our home. I’m a fiction novel
writer and Toni is a computer software developer and designer. We both have our separate places in the large
house to work. The truth is Toni and I
enjoy each other’s company and sometimes we work in the same room just to be
near.
I enjoyed a moderate success as a writer but Toni had
been highly successful. She had sold, for large amounts of money, several
programs. Since we don’t live an expensive lifestyle we’ve managed to save
quite a few dollars. I drive a ten-year-old SUV and Toni has a five-year-old
import. We both dress well, but not expensively.
We live in an older subdivision in Summerville, which is
a suburb of Capitol City. Our house is probably fifty years old but it is in
great condition. We are friendly with our neighbors but we don’t socialize very
much because they are all older than Toni or I.
Our only extravagance was the swimming pool we had
installed a few years ago. Since we are home all the time, we get a lot of use
out of the pool. From early spring to late fall we are usually outside. I’ve
done some of my best writing while sitting near the pool watching Toni
skinny-dip. Unlike many women Toni looks real good wearing nothing.
After a while I finally stopped trying to banish the idea
of Toni being fucked by someone else. Now when the thoughts came, I enjoyed
them and I embraced them. I hadn’t said anything to Toni about my kinky desire
and I don’t know why I hadn’t. We usually have an open and frank discussion
about anything that comes to mind.
One day we were sitting at poolside waiting on the pizza
to arrive. As usual Toni was bare-ass naked and when the doorbell rang she
looked at me expectantly.
“What?” I asked.
“The pizza is here,” she said. I told her she should go
get it and give the delivery boy a thrill. She gave me a look and went to get
the pizza. I hurried to see what would
happen.
The poor guy nearly fainted when a very naked Toni opened
the front door. He was so shook-up he couldn’t tell her how much it was. Toni
handed him a twenty and he actually ran from the house. We both nearly rolled
on the floor laughing about it.
“I can’t believe I did that!” Toni said when we finally
stopped laughing. “You shouldn’t challenge me like that.”
“He’ll have one hell of a story to tell when he gets back
to the store,” I said. “Not that any of the guys will believe him.” That
started us laughing all over again.
That night after we were in bed Toni told me that showing
her body to the pizza delivery boy had made her wet. After that revelation, it
got me to thinking so I talked her into flashing every chance she got. She did
so with a lot more enthusiasm than I ever thought she would.
Toni has great looking tits and she showed them a lot
over the next few weeks. Once was on the interstate on the way to visit Toni’s
younger sister who lived in Capitol City. Joy and her husband were going
through a messy divorce and Toni felt we were needed to cheer her up.
On the way to Cap City, I talked Toni into flashing her
beautiful tits for the truckers. From all the air horns blowing they enjoyed
the exhibition. I was a bit surprised when Toni told Joy about the flashing.
Joy seemed to get a kick out of the story.
“I wish I had the nerve to do that,” Joy said. Joy is
five years younger than Toni but she had gotten chunky. Maybe thirty pounds
more than she should have weighed. “Nobody wants to see a fat girl’s boobs.”
I didn’t agree but I kept quiet about it. The truth is
men will look at any tits. We’ll nearly stand on our heads to get a look down a
girl’s dress top. Young tits, old tits, perky or sagging, big or small tits,
it’s all the same and we will look. Something all you ladies should keep in
mind is size doesn’t matter. It’s all about availability. Can we see them? Can
we touch them?
“There is nothing wrong with your tits,” Toni said, “nothing
that a diet and a little effort wouldn’t cure.” Toni was right about that. Joy
was almost as beautiful as Toni. She had just let herself go. “Why don’t you
move in with us and let me work with you?”
“Are you sure you want me to move in with you?” Joy
asked. “There is a buyer that seems serious about the house so I am going to
have to move sooner or later.” Toni
insisted and looked at me to second the motion. I did, but frankly I didn’t put
a lot of heat into it. I like Joy well enough but she can be a pain in the ass
sometimes. I didn’t look forward to a half starved Joy being in my house. It
has been my experience that anyone on a diet becomes completely focused on the
subject of food. Food or the absence of food is all they want to talk about.
Toni insisted and Joy gave in.
The next weekend Joy put her furniture in storage and she
moved into our spare bedroom. By the end
of the second week Joy was sure she had made a terrible mistake moving in with
her sadistic sister. Toni put her on a strict diet and nearly ran the poor
woman’s ass off. Despite Joy’s begging, Toni gave her no slack. By the end of
the third week even I could see a difference in Joy. The extra poundage was
melting off her rapidly.
Don, Joy’s estranged husband was being a prick by withholding
the money he was supposed to pay her. It was typical of a nice guy in a divorce
situation becoming an asshole. Actually
Don and I got along great until the divorce started. I suppose that was the
reason I was dispatched to collect the money for Joy.
Don had moved into an apartment complex that was
primarily used by college students that could afford to live off-campus. I knew
he could afford better because he owned a large Ford dealership in Cap City so
I was curious as to why that place.
Don seemed surprised to see me but he invited me in. I
explained that I was just a messenger so he shouldn’t kill me. I told him that
Joy hadn’t contacted her attorney yet but if he didn’t pay her what he agreed
to she would.
“Yeah, I know I should,” Don said. “I hate everything
about this mess. I didn’t want a divorce; I just wanted Joy to warm up some.” I
made a mistake and asked him what he meant by warm-up. I had not intended on
getting involved in their domestic troubles.
“Joy went cool in the bedroom,” Don explained. “I mean
she used to be a firecracker in bed but lately she went from hot to fucking
cold. She went ballistic when I casually
mentioned we should open the marriage up and maybe bring in a third member. She demanded I pack my shit and get the hell
out.”
“You mean she wasn’t receptive to a threesome?” I said.
“Male or female?”
“I was willing to go either way,” Don said. “But I really
wanted to see Joy get hosed by a man with a big cock. Is that weird?” I thought
it was strange that I wanted the same thing and it was some comfort to me that
there was at least one other man who felt the same as I did. Maybe I wasn’t as
peculiar as I thought. I told Don I didn’t think it strange at all. “I’d give a
thousand dollars to see Joy getting fucked by a black cock,” Don added. “Tell
Joy I’ll send her a check in the mail…no, fuck it, I’ll give it to you and you
can take it to her. I understand she’s moved in with you.”
I took the check and after a few minutes, I left Don and
started back to Summerville. Until he mentioned it, I hadn’t thought about Toni
and a black man. That was something new
for me to consider. I was so engrossed
in that new and exciting idea, I nearly missed my exit.
That night while Toni and I were in bed I told her what
Don had said. I didn’t mention the black cock part of Don’s story.
“He wanted to swing?” Toni said. “No shit?”
“Where did you learn that word?” I asked. “I didn’t know
you knew what swinging was.”
“I read,” she said laughing. “I hear things. Joy told me
that they were having trouble in the bedroom but she didn’t say what it was. So
Don said Joy was cold in bed? I wonder what he meant by that.”
“Yeah, that’s what he said. I imagine there are two sides
to the story.”
“So ol’ Don wanted a threesome,” Toni said. “Devil’s
threesome or angelic threesome?”
“What the hell have you been reading?” I asked. “I guess he would have liked either one. I
assume a devil’s threesome is two men and a woman?”
“Right and two women and a man are an angelic threesome.
I guess any more participants constitute an orgy. I read about it online. Some
time ago I created a web site for an adult company and since I did such a good
job, I have free access to everything they offer. Stories, movies, and the
like.”
“And why haven’t you shared that information with me?”
“I don’t know,’ Toni said. “I didn’t intentionally
withhold that from you. I didn’t think you would be interested.”
“Maybe I would,” I said. “Anyway I think there is still
hope for Joy and Don. I don’t think he’s ready to give up yet.”
“I think you are right,” Toni said. “The papers could
have been signed weeks ago and neither of them has signed. I hope they can work
it out. Jim, have you even thought about
threesomes?”
“Huh?” I exclaimed.
The question astonished me and I had not seen that question coming.
“Me?”
“Yes you, dummy,” she said poking me in the ribs. “Tell
me the truth.”
“No, not exactly,” I hedged. “Not threesomes per se.”
“Oh I get it,” she said. “You’ve fantasized about some
other woman or women, haven’t you?”
“No, not exactly,” I said, not sure I was comfortable
with the direction this was going. On the plus side I could bring it out of the
dark recesses of my mind and out into the open.
“Then, pray tell, what exactly have you thought about?”
“I have thought about watching you get fucked,” I said.
That statement got her total attention. She sat up in the bed.
“Are you kidding me?” she said. “You want to watch me and
some other man? Who?”
“I don’t know who,”
I said watching her closely. She didn’t seem too upset about the revelation and
that was a relief. “He never has a face that I can get a handle on. Just some well hung black stud.” Okay I had
not meant to say black. That was still a new idea for me but it just slipped
out.
“Black huh?” Toni said scooting back down under the
sheet. “How big is he?”
“Bigger than me,” I said. “He looks like he might have a
seven or eight inch dick.”
“Wow, that big?” she held her hand about a foot apart
until I closed them the necessary distance. It’s no wonder women can’t drive.
They have no concept of distance. “Sounds good,” she said, “but right now I
think I would love some of this dick.” She had a hand on my hard cock so I got
my hand on her pussy. I was surprised that it was sloppy wet and I wondered
what part of the talk had turned her on so much.
Nothing more was said about it for a few days. I had
decided it was a subject Toni didn’t want to pursue. I was surprised when Toni
brought the subject up again.
“How long have you had your evil thoughts?” she said. It
was late afternoon and we were having drinks by the pool.
“On and off for a few years,” I answered her. I didn’t
pretend to not know what she was talking about. “The black dick is relatively
new.”
“I see,” she said. We were sitting side by side in
adjustable lounge chairs. “When, exactly, did the black dick enter your
daydreams?” I told her what Don said about wanting Joy to get fucked by a big
black cock.”
“I wonder if it’s true what they say about black men
having exceptionally large things?” she mused. “Or if it is true that once you
go black you won’t go back?” I didn’t ask but I assumed she got that from her
secret adult site. “I should research the concepts, don’t you think?”
“I guess it’s a good idea,” I said cautiously. I wondered
how she intended on researching it so I asked her.
“The internet for one thing,” Toni said. “I’ll play it by
ear from there. Have you seen Joy today?” I told her not since morning. “Yeah,
she’s out and about. She left right after our morning run. She’s shaping up
nicely, isn’t she?” I had to admit that Joy did seem to be shaping up nicely.
She had dropped several pounds at least. “I had a long talk with her last
night,” Toni went on. “She is one messed-up chick.”
“How so?” I inquired.
“Apparently she was rather wild and easy in high school.
She didn’t elaborate but she did promise to tell all sooner or later.”
“Promiscuous? Joy the cold fish was promiscuous? That
doesn’t sound right to me. I can’t imagine Joy being a slut.”
“Well, a lot of girls go through that stage,” Toni said.
“As a matter of fact I was one of them.”
“You were a high school slut?” I said. “How come I didn’t
know that?” I hadn’t known Toni in high school. We went to different schools
and it wasn’t until after high school that we met. I was going to the local
community college and Toni was taking some computer courses and working as a
clerk at a drug store.
“You never asked me about it,” Tony said with a slight
smile. “I would have told you if you had asked me.”
“So, I’m asking you now,” I said. “Tell me about your
wicked past.”
“Are you sure you want to hear about it?” I assured her I
did want to hear all about it. She dispatched me to get more beer and when I
returned she launched into her story.