CHAPTER 1

 

I was sitting alone in my home office staring at my computer screen. On the screen was an explicit shot of a beautiful white woman, her long legs pulled up to her shoulders, her shoulder length brunette hair splayed out on the bed, head back, eyes closed, mouth open giving a moan that cannot be heard in the still photo but You would do anything for him. can be heard clearly as if I was standing beside the bed. Her facial expression jogs my memory of the moment that photo was taken and the sounds I heard then. It was the sounds of a woman lost in sexual bliss, cumming.

Her hands are reaching down, her arms high enough to reveal the soft breast lolled to the side, capped with a rock-hard nipple still wet and glistening from the sucking it has just received.

Her arms reach lower, cupping a man's ass cheeks in an effort to pull him deeper inside her. The man between her long open legs is tall, well built, and the front half of his cock is still inside the woman's pussy. The sunlight through the window is hitting the shaft, illuminated by the wet coating of women's pussy juices and squirting.

The photo has caught the moment he is cumming inside the woman's pussy. There is a tiny bit of cum on the shaft, and a thin tendril visible on her swollen labia at the junction of where her pussy and his cock meet.

I took the photo. The woman is my wife, Olivia. She has just declared to the large black man whose cock is buried inside her that her pussy belongs to him, telling him, and me, in a moaning voice that she is now a black cock slut.

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

How we got to here was more of an evolution than an epiphany moment, a gradual slide into that moment captured in the photo when everything changed in our world.

The sequence started with the unspoken desire for my wife fuck someone else. She is a great wife: beautiful, in shape body with a nice set of tits, bigger than silver dollar nipples that are extremely sensitive, not to mention a sweet loving personality, and for me the perfect companion physically, mentally and in all ways. She is the woman put on this earth for me. I know that. But I wanted more of her. I had this gut instinct that within Olivia's inner being was a chili hot wanton woman that I wanted to see released. Opening that hidden side of her that lurked beneath her usual prudish and shy demeanor became an obsession. I tried everything: toys, pornos, role-playing, what-if's, past loves, anything to increase her sexual awareness. She played along with our variations, but after a mind-blowing sex session she reverted back, her wanton side only glimpsed, and certainly not unleashed.

Most men should have been satisfied and delighted to have a beautiful woman like Olivia as their lifetime companion willing to play sexual games with toys and role playing. I am ecstatic that she allowed me to be her husband.

I did not have the nerve to specifically address the issue in direct terms with my wife. I have found in our years together that a direct approach does not tend to work with her-she balks at any decision that she has not had time to thoughtfully consider.

I needed to talk to someone about my frustrated desires, so I found myself among other husbands with similar desires for their wives, working on the key to opening them up, in an online chatroom/forum. There is where I met Ellis. Over our conversations that followed, Ellis first listened, asked questions, gave advice, and then asked the biggest question of all. How serious was I about seeing my desires for my wife become a reality? Very serious, I said.

His follow up question, was I serious enough to do something about it? Again, I said yes. I had dreamed of Oliva fucking someone else, seeing that as the key to opening up the hot hidden inner woman. There was no other answer. I had worried and thought about it so long I was ready to do more than talk.

Ellis required another step to assure him of my seriousness. He demanded a photo and said he was willing to help, but I had to be on totally board. I agreed.

I was panting as I sent him a nude photo of my wife, one we had shot on vacation at the beach during an especially hot afternoon of drinking and role playing. I was excited that another man was seeing my wife naked, excited I was showing her off. Ellis was impressed with the nude of Olivia and my positive responses. We went forward.

The subject of fantasies and role-playing increased under Ellis' advice. Through topics Ellis suggested I initiate in role playing, Olivia admitted that one of her longtime fantasies was the thought of sex with a black man. It was when I relayed the newly discovered fantasy was when I also learned that my advisor, Ellis, was black himself.

Things turned roller coaster fast after that. The less than honest step for me began on a Friday night, at a nice restaurant, the Blue Sambuca. Ellis told me to bring her. He was there. Per his instructions, I introduced Ellis to my wife as a business acquaintance. We casually spoke for a few minutes and Ellis excused himself. The next night things went to a new level.

Saturday night under Ellis' direction, while I was supposedly traveling. I wasn't, actually I was holed up in a Holiday Inn Express the next town over, giving Ellis an opportunity in which he had said he would help release my wife's wanton side. He went one further. Ellis said he knew he could turn her into a slut.

At his direction I left some inactive business files on my desk, and called Olivia, asking her meet Ellis with the files at the Blue Sambuca restaurant where we had met him the night before. She had loved the meal and the atmosphere of the facility and was happy to return.

I told Olivia I would be out of town but wondering what was going on with my wife and Ellis was too much. I sat in my car near the back of the restaurant parking lot, waiting for over an hour as my wife met Ellis to deliver the files. She remained to have several drinks with him.

I watched them exit the club and Ellis pull her to the side of the building, kissing her, feeling her up and before parting convincing Olivia to flash her bare boobs to him for a photo, before putting her in an Uber and leaving her car at the Sambuca. She had been too drunk to drive. I heard nothing more that night. My wife said nothing when I returned home Sunday other than she had stayed for a while with Ellis and ended up having more drinks than she should.

Ellis sent the photo he took of my wife flashing her bare breasts, citing as proof of his progress and proclaimed seduction abilities.

That night in bed Olivia started a role-play-in which she was being fucked by a black man. She declined my driving her to pick up the car left at the Sambuca. She explained a friend and her were shopping in that direction, and they would retrieve her car. I heard nothing but silence from Ellis for the next two days. I wondered if his seduction plan for my wife had failed. Wednesday, I knew it had not.

Ellis sent a clear digital photo of my wife's mouth around his black cock, looking directly into the camera. Ellis told me he could have fucked her if he wanted, but he had not-yet.

Ellis told me to arrange a weekend fishing trip, an excuse to put me out of town, too far away to possibly interrupt his plan. I went along with it. The night before I left as Ellis had suggested we role played a black man fucking my wife. As we lay there recovering, talking about how good the sex was, I told her, per Ellis' suggestion, that if she ever felt she needed to try someone else for real, that she had a hall pass.

I left on my fishing trip Friday. Ellis confidently told me he was going to spend Friday night fucking my wife for the first time. I thought his brag was talk and bluff, until he texted, he had indeed fucked my wife Olivia-and attached a video clip to prove it. It had happened, my wife had fucked someone else-a black man.

I felt guilty for the deceit, but at the same time I had not forced her, I only put the events and person in place to allow the opportunity. I had pushed Olivia to the doorway, but it had been her choice to step through it. I bailed on my fishing trip and instead Saturday went back to the Sambuca, waiting in the parking lot, gambling Olivia might show up with her black lover. She did, but not with one but two black men, Ellis and someone else.

I was ready to intervene and stop what I had started, watching my wife getting hot and sexy in the booth between the two large black men, but Ellis saw me. Olivia and the other black man immediately left, and Ellis called me, warning me to stay back. I told him I had not planned on my wife being shared between two black men and wanted to stop it.

That was when Ellis announced he and his friend had already spent the day with both of them double teaming Olivia, and she was now going to his friend Levar's house to spend the remainder of the night. I was too late to stop anything. I went to a motel for the night, and Ellis went to join his friend and my wife for more fucking.

Sunday was the pivotal moment. I came home, supposedly from my fishing trip, to find Olivia dressed slutty, almost like a street whore. Before she could explain, Ellis arrived, and I watch him order my wife to suck his cock in front of me. Obediently, Olivia dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock without hesitation. At his prompting she told Ellis that her pussy is his and she was his black cock slut.

That afternoon Olivia confessed Ellis had shared her, and that two black men had double teamed her for much of the weekend, often fucking her at the same time. Olivia admitted she had agreed to do even more for Ellis.

I was not the only one guilty of deceit. This day I learned my wife had found my collection of erotic stories, photos, videos along the theme of a husband sharing his wife. She had followed my links to chatrooms and forums, and there she started chatting with Ellis, who perked her curiosity and slowly led her to becoming intrigued with the idea.

It was not until he received her photo from me, and she sent one of herself to him, that he realized he was talking to the wife that I wanted to share. It had not been a difficult seduction.

I watched him fuck her that day. That was when I got the photo of my wife fucking a black man in front of me that I was viewing on my computer screen, marveling at her face, lost in the passion of the moment.

As I stared at the photo my mind was consumed with a single question. What now?