by Jason Lenov
I shook my head. "I have no fucking clue what that was about."
She got even closer. "But it turned you on? Thinking of it happening?"
"Obviously," I replied.
"Can I tell you something?" she asked looking deep into my eyes.
"Mm-hmm," I nodded.
She whispered. "When I said it, it really turned me on. Don't be mad."
A whisper of jealousy snaked down my spine. The thought of another man buried inside her, his cock exploding with seed, spilling into her fertile, unprotected womb...my heart began to pound.
"Are you mad?"
"I'm not mad." I wasn't mad. What was I? What was this feeling I'd never felt before? This feeling that seemed to blossom from sharing what we'd just shared.
"So what do we do now? Go out and find a man to fuck me?"
I knew she was joking. She said it completely deadpan but I could tell that she was joking. That wasn't enough to keep my insides from twisting into a knot. "Jesus, Nat, do you have to say it like that?"
"Come on," she said, smiling and kissing me. "It was just a joke."
It might have been, but that was exactly what we were going to do. I looked at her, staring up at me and smiling like an innocent little girl. I wondered what was running through her mind right then. Was she thinking about it? Was she thinking about another man between her legs even as we lay in bed together? The thought made me cringe inside. I felt my cock stir.
"What kind of guy turns you on?"
She cocked her head to one side and smiled. "You."
Sweet thing. "You don't have to do that. Tell me."
"I know I don't have to. I want to. I want you to know that I love you." She sounded very earnest now. Very sincere. "I want you to know that no matter what, I love you."
I didn't want to admit to myself that it was something I needed to hear. It brought a relief, though. When she said it, I felt like she knew it was what I wanted to hear and that felt good.
"I love you too. Now tell me."
She bit her cherry lip and glanced to one side, then the other. She giggled and hid behind her hand. "Dennis, I can't!"
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I mean, this is crazy. It's one thing to say something erotic when we're having sex. But to say it when we're just talking like this? I can't!"
I decided to get her started. "Okay, you like big guys, right?"
She giggled again, into my shoulder this time. "Yes," she whispered.
Big guys. I wasn't huge but I was in reasonable shape. Did she want someone bigger than me? Would that make her happier? Would it feel better to have a man with more muscle on him between her legs? The thought left me cold but I couldn't stop imagining it. I pressed on.
"How big do you want him to be?"
She giggled again, pressed her nose against my arm and peeked up at me. "I don't know. The bigger the better?"
That sent another surge of jealous lust through me. My cock bounced and the motion caught her eye.
Her eyes widened as she registered how turned on I was getting just talking about this. She looked up at me, like she'd just discovered some great secret. The real one. The truth. "This is really turning you on isn't it?"
I couldn't lie. "Yeah. It really is."
"Why? What is it about it?"
"I don't know. It's...it's something I've thought about a lot. It's a real balancing act. There's all this jealousy that goes with it but every time I think about it I can't help getting hard."
Her eyes narrowed. As if she finally started believing me that this was the real thing. "So you really want me to tell you what kind of guy I'd want to be with?"
I nodded. My cock flexed at the thought. Her eyes darted down my body, then back up. And then that smile. Was it sinister? Was it sly? Or was it just playful and I was reading into things too much?
"You know, I haven't thought about this since we got married but before we were, when we were still dating, I..." She paused and bit her lip. Was she wondering whether to go on? Was she worried? Did she think it might hurt me? "I always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a black guy."
I felt the air leave my lungs. It was the way she worded it. It wasn't "have sex with," or "make love to," a black guy. No. She didn't wonder those things. She wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a black guy.
Ow.
"Are you okay?" she whispered, tearing me from my own thoughts. "Did I...was it too much?"
"No. No," I reassured. It was almost too much and still not enough. I wanted to hear more. I didn't know if I could stand it, if our marriage could take it, but I did. I wanted to hear her keep talking about it. "Tell me more. Why a black guy?"
She twisted her lip up, pondering the question. "I'm not sure. There's something sexy about it. Look how pale my skin is. The skin that's not in the sun." She pushed her hand against her stomach then let it drift down to her pussy. "Can you imagine," she whispered, "a big, black cock pushing against my pink pussy? Isn't that hot?"
It was hot. It was so hot that I was now completely hard and could only think of fucking her again. I wanted to hear more. "Do you think about that a lot?"
"No," she said, furrowing her brow. "I told you. I haven't thought about it at all since we got married."
"Why not?" I asked. Why? Why did I need to hear that explanation? She was a devoted, loving wife. Why was I pushing her to make up stories about fantasies of infidelity? Why was that so arousing?
"Dennis, I love you. I didn't know you thought about all this stuff. I didn't want to be, you know, unfaithful. Even in my mind."
She was the picture of innocence when she said it. It was amazing that she could be such a tiger on the court and such a cub behind closed doors. "There is only one word for that. Cute."
She puckered her lips in mock frustration. "Cute? I was trying to be a good wife!"
"I know you were. Now be a good wife and tell me more."
The smile curled one side of her mouth again. "What do you want to hear about?"
"I want to hear more about your dark fantasy."
"There's not that much more to it."
"Make something up."
She looked to one side. Then the other. Then back into my eyes. "Okay. But you have to do one thing for me."
"What?"
"Let me fuck you while I tell the story."
She swung a leg over me. Her hot pussy sank onto my cock.
Chapter 5
My body tensed as the hot lips of her pussy slid down the length of my shaft. She was wet and ready and she squeezed me with her snatch. "So you want to hear about me with other boys, huh?" she teased.
I flexed inside her and grabbed her thighs as she rose and fell, rose and fell on my cock. "Yes," I whispered.
"Hmm, let's see," she said, eyeing the ceiling. "Well, sometimes, late at night, when you were already sleeping and I couldn't get my mind off a game, I would just, you know, reach down and play with myself." She was staring right into my eyes as she swallowed me with her dripping pussy. "I would close my eyes," she said, her voice quieter, "and think of some big, black stallion that had snuck into our house."
A bolt of pleasure shot through me and made my cock harden inside her. Her eyes opened wider, along with her smile.
"Oh, you like that? Well, I would think of how this big, black stranger would make his way up the stairs." She rose off me, a little too high. My cock fell out of her with a sloppy pop. "Ooops!" she giggled, reaching between her legs and guiding me back in. "There we go," she purred as she sank down onto me again. She didn't rise up again this time. "Why don't we just keep that in there for now. I think we can still have a good time."
A thrill rushed through me at what was about to happen. Natalia was religious about her Kegel's, like she was about all her training. It's how she'd achieved so much. But this, what she was about to do, she saved for special occasions.
I felt the first ripple of pleasure shoot from my cock into the base of my brain. S
he started the contraction almost at the lips of her pussy, working the muscles of her pelvis and squeezing up my cock all the way up to my head. It felt like she was riding me, but better. Like a hot, wet hand was stroking up my cock, trying to milk the seed out. The whole time she was perfectly still, staring into my eyes. My cock bulged inside her at the feeling.
It made her smile even wider. "It's been a long time, huh?"
"Oh fuck," was all I managed to groan as I felt her squeeze me again.
"Now where was I?" she purred. "Oh yes. I was talking about the big man inside our house. He'd stop at the door. He'd see that I wasn't sleeping. He'd see that I was touching myself and that you were sleeping beside me." She paused again and I felt a pulse of pleasure tear through me as she clutched at my cock with her cunt. "He'd walk into the room. Slow and quiet so that he wouldn't wake you. I'd always imagine that I was so scared I couldn't move. You know, like in a dream? When you want to run, you know you have to run or scream but you can't? And he'd walk over and reach out and grab my arm and yank me off the bed. I'd fall onto the carpet and gasp but he put his big, fat hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream."
I felt her pussy squeeze me again and my hips bucked at the sensation. My whole body ached with need. I wanted to fuck her, to throw her off me and onto her back and drive myself into her and fuck her tight slit. I wanted to hear the rest of the story even more.
She leaned over me a little, squeezing me again. Her breasts swayed gently. I reached up and cupped one with my hand. "Now, now," she teased, "if you want to hear the rest of the story, no moving!"
I let my hand fall to one side and fought the craving that was making me want to thrash against her.
"That's better. He's in the room," she whispered. "You're sleeping on the bed. I can't say a thing because my mouth his covered. He's already between my legs. He undoes his pants, then pushes them away. I look down. His cock. His fat, black cock is half hard and so fucking big."
Squeeze. I felt the cum start to move from my balls. I felt them tighten. I was going to blow it into her pussy again. Her hot, bare pussy.
"He crawls up, his hand still on my mouth. He's holding his cock with the other. I only have time for a breath as he takes his hand from my mouth and shoves the head of that fat cock past my lips." She let her mouth fall open.
Another pulse as her hot walls tightened in a ripple up my cock.
"And then he starts fucking my mouth. He starts fucking my mouth with his cock, all the way to the back of my throat. There's nothing I can do about it. All I can do is lie there as he's choking me and fucking my mouth like it's a pussy. And you're right next to us. Sleeping the whole time. And I feel so bad but..." She let out a moan and closed her eyes. I felt her pussy tighten around me and I knew she was feeling as good as I was. "I feel so bad but..."
She opened her eyes and stared straight into mine.
"I feel so bad but I fucking love it. I love having that black cock in my mouth. I love feeling a man do that to me. Own me like that."
Her nipples tightened. Her mouth opened. I felt her pussy pulse, sending juice trickling down my balls. I stared into her eyes as the cum shot through my cock. It erupted into her, filling her with warm seed. Her pussy squeezed and tightened around me. She groaned. We stared at each other, lost in the bliss of a shared orgasm as our organ's did their work. Nature's work.
She fell onto me, pressed her lips against mine in a hot kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck. We lay there for a while, breathing together. The next time I opened my eyes, she was staring at me.
"That was hot," she whispered, kissing my forehead. "Are you really serious about this?"
"I am."
"So I have your permission then?"
"Permission? For what?"
"To look for a man?"
My insides tightened. My wife was asking my permission to look for a lover. It was absurdly erotic. "Yes."
"Will I sleep with him alone? Or...how should we, you know, make it fun for you too?"
"I hadn't thought about that. I don't know if we can find a way."
"How could you stand it? If you weren't there? How could you, God, how could you live the whole time it was happening?"
I shook my head. I had no good answer for that. I hadn't really considered being there as a possibility. That had only come up since we'd started to talk about all this.
Natalia rolled off. "What if we, you know, find someone that's into it with the both of us?"
"The both of us?"
"Yeah. People do that kind of stuff. Like menage, you know?"
"Okay. How do you suggest we go about finding this mystery man that will be into having a menage?"
She looked over at me. "Dennis. I'm a fucking tennis star. I don't think it's going to be that hard."
Chapter 6
Her suggestion wasn't what I'd been expecting. I was in the shower when she came in and asked.
"What about Rodney?"
My gut felt heavy as soon as the words were out of her mouth. I pulled myself together and leaned out. "Wow. That was fast."
"Well, you started it. You're the one that started all this," she said, stepping into the shower with me.
I spun her around and let her have the hot water on her back. "You want to fuck our friend Rodney?"
"Only because you're making me, remember?"
But that didn't seem quite enough of an explanation for me. "You've never thought about him before? Like this? About you two? Together?"
"What? No! Of course not! I told you, I didn't even like cheating on you in my mind."
Of course I could never really know. Although Natalia had always been the perfect wife. She barely even smiled at other men. But what if she had? What if she'd fantasized about Rodney? What if he was the dark stranger in her dreams? The one holding her down.
"Stop it," she said, slapping my arm. "I know what you're thinking. No, it wasn't him. I just...I don't know, he's a nice guy and he's pretty well built and he's..."
"Black."
She smiled. A shy little smile that just flickered across her lips. She liked that. She liked that he was black.
"Yeah. So? You said I could pick."
"I guess I was thinking more of a stranger."
"A stranger? Umm, no. No way. I'm not some slut that's just going to go down to the bar and pick up the first guy that seems like he'd be a good fuck." She almost seemed shocked that she'd said it herself. She looked up at me with wide eyes posing the silent question. Am I?
"Are you sure about that?"
Her eyes wandered around the shower. I could tell she was thinking. She'd obviously surprised herself with whatever reaction she'd had.
"Are you thinking about it?"
"Dennis," she said, looking back up. "I couldn't. Could I? Oh my God that would be so...slutty."
"I guess that's kind of the way I saw it happening. I thought that we could just do it that way so that it would be clean. A stranger. No strings attached. You get to...experience someone else and then it's done. Like ripping off a band-aid."
She smirked. "Oh nice. So that's what this is supposed to be about? You getting your kicks? What am I supposed to do, just lie there?"
"No," I said, scowling. "I just meant that...Look, this isn't going to be easy for me, you know?"
She softened at that. "Oh Dennis, I'm sorry. I know. I shouldn't forget about that. Are you sure you even want to..."
"Yes. Absolutely yes. I want you to know what it's like to be with someone else."
She sighed. She twisted her back, letting the water run down over her shoulders and across her breasts. "Do you want me to just do it now?"
"Now?"
"Yeah, now. I bet I could go down to the bar and be back up here with a guy in under fifteen minutes."
I balked. I hadn't really considered that as an option. For some reason I'd put this all far away in my mind. I'd put it off in the future where I would still have time to get used to the idea. To psyche myself up. To
watch the freight train down the tracks before it slammed into me.
"Is that a no?" she asked.
"Not a no, just a...let me think about it?"
She nodded. "Okay. Shoo. Think elsewhere."
I stepped out of the shower, towelled myself off and walked back into the room. My mind was spinning from her suggestion. Thoughts were flying from every corner. Could I really do this? Could I do it right now? She had a game two days from now. What would this do to her game? What if it fucked everything up?
That wasn't what I was most worried about, though. Especially after her story about being tired of the sport. What worried me most was that I wouldn't be able to take it. What if she got a guy up here and I chickened out? Of course we could always tell him to leave but how would that make me feel? I wasn't about to start losing the game like that at this stage of my life.
No. If I said yes, if she did come back here with a guy I knew I couldn't bail. I knew I had to go all in.
So then the only thing left to think about was whether I could really do this now. Could I watch my wife get fucked by another man? And why was she suddenly so into it? I'd only told her about it that day?
I shook my head. What the fuck was I thinking? I was the one that had brought this up. She'd never so much as thought of another guy for the whole time we'd been married, much less look at one. I was sitting here putting words into her mouth and thoughts into her mind. Just suck it up, Dennis. Get over yourself and get this done.
"So?"
The sound of her voice made me jump and spin around. I realized I was still standing completely naked in the middle of the room. "Can we ease into this a bit?" I asked, picking up a towel and covering myself. I suddenly felt oddly uncomfortable, being so exposed around her and talking about this.
"Having second thoughts?"
"No. I just didn't think...I don't think I'm ready for something that drastic." I couldn't help but notice her shoulders slump a little. Was that disappointment? The thought that it might be, stung. The thought that my wife had been excited by the possibility of having sex with another man was unsettling, even though I'd suggested it. What was more unsettling was how turned on it made me, too.
