My wife is a beautiful, petite woman in her 40s. Like a lot of women her age, she had been struggling with self-confidence and I had allowed her the attention of other men in hopes of helping her see herself the way I see her: as a beautiful and alluring woman who would be highly desired by most men. In general, the strategy paid dividends immediately.

She gained new confidence with each new sexual experience and each new partner; I found that I was attracted to the idea of reclaiming my wife after her experiences were consummated. Combined, these factors led to a big uptick in our sex life and in the satisfaction we both found with each other.

The honest and transparent experiences she had with other men helped increase the trust between us and that, in turn, led to the sharing of sexual secrets regarding her past that she had long kept from me. One secret that I found particularly interesting, and erotic, had to do with her dating a string of men of African descent.

Of course, this revelation brought out in me a series of questions about her experiences. What was she attracted to? Mostly young, larger, muscular guys who had powerful bodies. Why? Because they could pick her up easily and throw her on the bed and have their way with her. And they could repeat the process two, three, four or even five times in a night. My mind was blown that she would want that much sex. Usually, we were one and done. Occasionally two in a night. The last time we had sex three times in a day was when we were dating.

After ruminating over this for a few days, I decided to ask her to make her next encounter be with a black guy like she described and, if possible, to arrange it so I could watch in person – present in the room where the act was taking place. She had met most of her previous partners in high-end bar where a lot of professional types hung out, but we both thought she’d need a different strategy this time. We turned to a popular dating app where I created a profile for her.

Within an hour, she had almost 150 people from which to choose a likely partner. After a couple of days spent chatting with the “candidates” and coming up with the best of the best, we finally selected the person we thought would be “the guy”.

We met him for a beer and he was everything we had hoped he would be. His name was Marc and he was a 35-year old heating and air conditioning technician from solidly blue collar background. He stood about 6 feet 2 inches tall and was a solid 200 lbs with legs like tree trunks and thick arms punctuated by the strong hands of a working-class man. His strength came not from the gym, but from installing and maintaining large industrial heating and cooling systems, frequently dealing with objects weighing several hundred pounds. After a little bit of conversation and a few drinks, we found out way to the bedroom where Marc gave me a talk.

As we reached the bedroom, Marc told me he had never done anything like this before and he was nervous about it and that we needed to talk about some conditions he had. He said was nervous about my reactions and asked for my assurance that I would remain calm, cool and collected throughout the process. I assured him I would. His major concern was that I do not participate in the experience at all and that I do not talk or say anything once things began. I was not to approach either of them during the experience and Marc asked that I not touch either of them – basically, remain seated and quiet or, at least, quiet and out of sight. This I assured him I could do.

I asked my wife if she was ready for me to hand her over to Marc and she said yes. I kissed her hand and handed it to Marc and said she is all yours—for now – but I want her back when you are done. With that, I sat down in a chair across the room as my wife looked up at Marc and put her arms over his shoulders. Bending down, Marc began to kiss her. Within a few seconds, my wife was walking backwards toward the bed and Marc was fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.

With my wife sitting on the side of the bed, Marc had her shirt unbuttoned and was now kissing her shoulders and squeezing her breasts with those strong hands. My wife kicked off her heels as Marc began to unbutton her jeans and she removed her blouse and bra, exposing her breasts to Marc for the first time. Upon seeing her breasts, Marc looked over at me and smiled before dropping to his knees, squeezing my wife’s breasts and flicking her nipples with his tongue.

After a few seconds of this, Marc’s attention turned back to getting my wife’s jeans off. My wife pushed herself back on the bed and arched her back as Marc stood and removed her jeans and panties in one smooth motion. Standing to admire her body, he took his shirt off over his head, revealing for the first time the size of his arms – massive – and his muscled upper torso. It was intimidating to me, but my wife loved it. “Marc, you are so big and strong… you look hot! I can’t wait for you to fuck me!”

Dropping to his knees, Marc pushed my wife’s thighs apart and again looked over at me and smiled. “Don’t even think about saying anything. I am about to eat this pussy and your wife is going to moan for me… and I don’t wanna hear shit from you! Got it?” I just nodded, my heart racing and my head spinning, not believing what was happening.

Marc’s head disappeared between my wife’s thighs as she let out a little groan and tensed a bit. As he ate her pussy, my wife put one hand on his head to help guide him to the right spot while she used the other hand open her pussy up more for him and put her right leg over his shoulder, a technique I was very familiar with and was now watching her use on another man from six feet away.

After a few minutes, as my wife’s excitement grew, Marc’s right hand moved from gripping her thigh to being an active participant in the action as Marc inserted first one and then two of his big, thick fingers into my wife’s wet pussy. Sliding those thick fingers in and out as he continued to lick, my wife was soon grabbing and pulling at the covers and thrusting her hips up to meet his mouth. Less than a minute later, the moaning and panting increased substantially as waves of orgasmic pleasure began to overtake my wife’s body.

No sooner was my wife finished, than Marc stood, smiling broadly. My wife quickly sat up and began to unbutton his pants. As she tried to pull them down, she reached and side and grabbed his bulging cock, tugging to expose it. As Marc’s cock was exposed to the light of day, I felt my heart sink and my nervousness grow. It was semi-hard and already appeared to be about 7-8 inches long. Worse, my wife’s petite hands barely went around it’s extensive girth. This guy is going to break my wife, I thought.

If I was alarmed or concerned, my wife was certainly not. My wife only paused for a second to admire his manhood before leaning forward and pulling it toward her mouth, licking up and down the length of his massive black cock a couple of times as she admired it. As his cock disappeared into her mouth, she looked up at him and began to use both hands to work his cock like a gourmet pepper grinder as her tongue swirled around the head of the snake.

Increasingly aroused, I could see Marc’s chest moving up and down at a faster rate as he tossed his head back and bit his lower lip. Grabbing my wife’s head, he pushed his cock farther and farther into hear mouth with each gentle thrust of his pelvis. With his cock now fully erect and well lubricated, my wife put her left hand on his right thigh to signal that he should stop thrusting and allow her to control the depth of penetration. Getting lower on her knees and keeping her neck straight, she did something I had never seen her do before: she quickly plunged his cock entirely in her mouth and down her throat before withdrawing it and repeating the process. Each time she went down on him and withdrew his cock from her throat, the head of his cock made a popping sound as her lips passed over it and she gave the head of it a little tease with her tongue. Moaning with each insertion and withdrawal, Marc finally said, “Damn, bitch! I wanna fuck you! Right now!” To which my wife first looked over at me and then back at him and said, “Fuck yeah! I want you to fuck me too. There is nothing stopping you. What are you waiting for?”

And with that, my wife leapt to her feet and straight back onto the bed. Marc approached, his enormous cock in his big thick hand like a workman’s hammer, ready to drive home a nail or pulverize a rock. As Marc approached, my wife used one hand to open her pussy lips and the other to guide Marc into place. As Marc disappeared inside her, her face displayed a momentarily mixed message of pain and pleasure, but her vocalizations indicated the predominant feeling was one of pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist. As Marc began to pump, my wife put both hands on his muscular ass cheeks and began to pull him into her, setting the pace that would soon have her moaning for a second time.

As soon as the second wave or orgasms subsided, Marc picked her up, his cock still inside of her, and turned toward me. Supporting her ass with his forearms, her back turned to me, I could see Marc’s smiling face as he held my wife, suspended in the air, and fucked her right in front of me. As he did so, I could see his cock, wet with my wife’s juices sliding in and out of my wife’s substantially stretched pussy.

“This ain’t over yet. But it will be soon”, Marc said as he walked toward the bed and took a seated position with my wife still on top of him. As he laid back on the bed, he grabbed my wife’s breasts and gave them a good squeeze. “Stay on top and fuck me like you mean it”, he told my wife.

With that, my wife began to grind her pussy on his cock. Back and forth she thrust her pelvis. Faster and faster she went with his hands on her hips, rocking her back and forth, setting the pace. As my wife got closer and closer to another orgasm, I could tell that Marc was getting close too. As he transitioned his hands from her hips to her ass and began to make longer thrusts, gripping her ass tighter and tighter and going in and out faster and faster, I knew he was close to the edge. As my wife let out a loud moan, Marc’s fast thrusts suddenly came to a halt as he buried the entirety of his shaft deep inside my wife and began to moan himself. At the same time, I could see Marc’s balls and the veins of his cock near his nut sack rhythmically expanding and contracting. I knew at that very moment that Marc was pumping his hot load deep inside my wife.

Just after Marc finished the first of what turned out to be four orgasms for him that night over a four-hour period, my wife scooted herself further up onto Marc’s body, pulling his cock out of her pussy. As his still hard cock slid out of her wet, used pussy, a river of cum flowed forth onto Marc’s muscular lower belly.

At that moment, I knew that no matter what happened to me in life, this memory would be with me forever and would live in all its detail in my mind to be played repeatedly at times both desired and undesired. I was not wrong. You can’t unsee this stuff so let that be a caution to you if you have this fantasy. These memories will be with you forever – all the good and all the bad and all the emotions that go with them.