I met my wife while I was on assignment for my property firm. She was the clerk that assisted me in finding the land tracts I was looking for. The way she wore her strawberry blonde hair in a bun and her nerdy glasses made her appear older and bookwormish. She was very shy, but when I got a closer look I saw she was a hidden treasure, with a bombshell body and the silkiest skin you can imagine. In the end I won her heart. The fact that she wouldn’t allow me the liberty of bedding her only made me want her more.
On our wedding night Diane wouldn’t let me go down on her and refused to suck my dick. We had intercourse, but she was the coldest woman I was ever with. I didn’t fret, though. I figured she would be more receptive to the enjoyment of sex as time went by.
I tried buying self-help books, but they didn’t help. I bought her a vibrator, and she threw it away, saying, “Only prostitutes use things like that.” We were having bad sex maybe once a week, and I was about to throw in the towel.
I sat her down and said a lot would have to change if we were going to remain together. I took her in my arms, took that godforsaken pin out of her hair and let it flow down her back. I took off her glasses and set them on the nightstand. She was breathtaking. I looked her in the eyes and said, “Do you want to be my wife or not?”
With doe-like eyes, Diane just nodded.
I said, “Do you realize we’ve been married a year and I haven’t even seen you completely naked?”
“Is that what you want?” she said. “You want me to be a slut?” She just looked helpless.
“Stop living in a shell,” I shouted. “Or you’ll wind up alone and miserable.”
I lost it. “If I want to eat your pussy, then you should spread your fucking legs and let me! If I want my dick sucked, then crawl between my legs and suck my fucking dick! And if I want you to fuck someone else and suck their cock, then do it! And let yourself enjoy it. I want you to wear G-strings and go without a bra sometimes. You have a totally hot body. It’s time you let the world see it and envy you!”
For a long time neither of us said anything. Finally Diane said, “Okay, if that’s what you want. Just remember, it was your idea.”
She stripped naked right there in our kitchen, jumped on the counter and sat back with an ankle in each hand and her thin-lipped pussy on display. I buried my face in her crotch, licking and sucking lovingly along her opening and tongue-fucking as deep as my tongue could reach. Her ass rose up and down on the counter and her hips rotated. She shook and jerked and had her very first orgasm! I stood up and pressed my dick against her dripping gash. Instead of fucking her, I rubbed up and down her slit. “Come on, put it in!” she hissed.
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Then reach down and put it in!” I replied. And for the first time she touched my cock, pushing it past her tight opening. “If you want me to fuck you, say it!”
“Please, Bruce, fuck me!”
I threw her legs over my shoulders and slammed my thick five-and-a-half-inch cock in her and fucked the shit out of her. For the first time she was totally responding. Finally I exploded in her. I raised her up with my cock still in her and kissed her.
She responded feverishly. She slid off the counter onto her knees and licked and sucked my dick until it was hard as granite. Midway through I could tell she began enjoying it. I helped her up, then had her wrap those sexy legs around my waist. I reached between us and slid my cock back in her slippery slot, then pressed her against the wall and fucked her. “Tell me what you want, Diane!” I growled. “Tell me what you need!”
“Fuck me! I need you to fuck me harder!”
I fucked her like I was nailing her to the wall. When I was about to blow, I said so as I pulled out, intending her to suck me off. To my shock she did, mewing and whimpering as she swallowed every drop of come.
We retired to bed, and for the first time in a long time I felt like a man. I loved being married to such a sexual creature that wanted to learn everything there was to learn. She began dressing in revealing clothing, got contacts, let her hair hang down and went braless almost all the time.
One night at a club a tall, lanky black man about our age asked Diane if she’d like to dance. I was proud that he found her so hot. I followed, to the dark corner of the dance floor, where they were nestled. I was shocked to see them in each other’s arms making out! My dick got so hard, it ached. I sat at a table nearby and watched him massage her ass. Her hand slid down to his crotch, and I saw her massage his dick.
I wondered how far she would take things. He whispered something in her ear. She looked down between them, then looked up and nodded. He walked her to a booth where two young black men were sitting—one stout, the other short and heavily muscled. She sat down between the stout guy and the tall guy she’d been dancing with.
I went to get another drink, and when I got back saw just the three men sitting in the booth! The tall guy was sitting back with his head pointed at the ceiling, rolling it side to side. Then I noticed the stout guy looking intently at the tall guy’s lap! Whereupon the tall guy reached under the table and raised a fistful of strawberry blonde hair! His face contorted and he jerked in his seat, and I knew he was coming in my wife’s mouth.
The stout guy high-fived the tall guy, then sat back in his seat looking between his legs until a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. When Diane was done with him—you guessed it!—she went on to number three, the short, muscular guy. After a few moments he pulled her up onto on his lap and lowered her onto his cock. Her facial expression changed, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. He groped her swaying tits while he fucked her. She held onto the table and raised herself up and down on what must have been a big dick, until she forced against his lap and convulsed wildly. She lay back against him for a moment, then lifted herself enough to adjust her panties and dress straps. She sat there awhile longer talking and laughing, then wrote something on a napkin and handed it to the short, muscular guy before leaving.
I returned hurriedly to our original table. When Diane sat back down next to me, I acted like I didn’t even notice she’d been gone. When we got home, I didn’t give her a chance to clean up. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. I tasted the remnants of semen, and that image of the three men enjoying her spurred me on. I lifted her dress over her head and kissed and licked her left ear and the left side of her neck, like her lover did with such animalistic vigor only an hour before. I ripped her panties off, then raised them to my nose and breathed in the erotic scent. I playfully pushed her on the bed and lowered my head to her crotch.
“Wait!” she exclaimed, trying to stop me from going down on her, but wild horses couldn’t have held me back. Her well-fucked cunt was still swollen and oozing the black man’s semen. The way her entrance was dilated, he must have stretched her wide open!
“Suck my pussy, lover!” she said. “Lick me clean!” After making her come, I mounted her. It was like fucking a lard bucket! Remembering what she looked like riding that big black dick was more than enough to make me come.
The next day I told Diane I had watched her with the three black men. She said she acted on impulse, and since I had told her to do whatever and whoever she wanted, she went for it—so deal with it! I let her know I actually enjoyed watching and would like it if we would sometimes incorporate it into our marriage. She said, “You sick fuck,” and confessed that Bobby (so that was the short, muscular guy) had got her off so well, she couldn’t help but give him our phone number.
She said the tall man had a thin but long dick and the stout guy’s was about the same size as mine. When she didn’t mention Bobby, the guy that had the honor of fucking her, I asked her how well-endowed he was. She smiled and hugged herself as if she had gotten a cold chill. She said it was at least ten inches long and as thick as a soda can. “So you see why I have to get some more of that.”
I hardly recognized my inhibited wife in this woman who was now explaining to me that she had every intention to see this man again. And I had to admit, the thought of watching him fuck my wife without a table blocking the view really turned me on.
That very afternoon Bobby called. I watched as Diane spoke to him, giddy as a teenage girl with a crush. After the call she asked me to give her a few hours alone with him. I did that, but not before secretly setting up my camcorder, then telling her I wanted them to fuck in our bed, saying the scent of them fucking would still be heavy in the room. I left the house and three hours later got a call letting me know Bobby had just left.
Later that night I went quietly to the TV room and played the videotape. It both shocked and excited me. Diane may have wanted to be alone with Bobby, but he had something else in mind. I had recorded her first gang bang! I jacked off three times watching four black men fuck her in every conceivable way.
They lined up, and she crawled on her knees and sucked each until they were all erect. Then Bobby took charge. He ordered her on all fours at the foot of the bed, then said to his friends, “Now listen, motherfuckers, I want you all to fuck this bitch good, ’cause she loves black dick, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yeah!” she cooed, wiggling her bare ass seductively at the four studs standing behind her.
Bobby picked up a carnival glass chalice. “Listen,” he said, “when you motherfuckers are about to come, pull out and nut off in this, so her pussy won’t get all sloppy. Agreed?” They nodded and mumbled their agreement. “Don’t worry, it won’t go to waste. She’ll drink it later. She loves come, don’t you, baby?”
“I love fucking come,” Diane said. “Now will someone please fuck me?” She spoke with real urgency.
I couldn’t believe my wife could stand up to the way those big-dicked studs fucked her. At one point she had dicks in her ass, mouth, cunt and hand at the same time, and she handled them as well as any slut I’ve ever seen in a porn movie. I was consumed with pride as I watched her give as good as she got until all four men had their fill of her.
While the men dressed, Diane sat up and Bobby handed her the glass chalice. This is no exaggeration, it was almost full of the semen of the four men. She drank every drop and licked her lips, then with her finger dug out every morsel. She complimented the men on the delicious flavor of their come. It was the perfect ending to her awakening.
—B.G., Louisville, Kentucky