My wife and I met, fell in love and got married shortly after college. We lived in a small house in a suburb of Atlanta, a nice up-and-coming area where there were a lot of people our age. My name is Steve and I work in the banking and finance field. My wife, Stacey, teaches fourth grade at a local elementary school. We aren’t exactly wealthy, but we maintain a comfortable lifestyle and don’t complain too much about money. We are both relatively young, I recently turned 34 and my wife is just a few months away from turning 29. Our parents started pressuring us to have a child, but neither of us was ready for it, maybe for a year or two. Even though we don’t have any young children at home, I still think our relationship is very special, we share interests in almost every social and political area, we are both animal lovers, progressive thinkers and generally all of those decent people.
In addition to connecting on a spiritual level, we also clicked on a physical level. Our sex life is great, we tease each other all the time and usually have sex at least a few times a week. I like to think of myself as a relatively attractive guy, about six feet tall, with semi-attractive features – I never had a big problem getting attention from women growing up. That being said, my wife is a total knockout. She has an angelic face, shoulder-length light brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, big natural breasts, a slim waist and a nice, firm, thick ass. She turns heads wherever she goes and is perfect. I think most people would probably mistake her for a live, flesh-and-blood human being. If her looks weren’t enough, she also has a bubbly personality. She treats her children at school as if they were her own, she is friendly with people from all walks of life, she is respectful, smart, funny and caring. I am so happy to call her my wife and I am happy to say that we love each other very much.
I work long hours and tonight when I came home I could smell the aroma of home cooked food.
“Hey baby,” I kissed Stacey’s cheek as I walked into the kitchen.
My wife isn’t one to cook every night of the week, but when she does, it’s usually to keep the house moving. Tonight, she’s wearing a sexy little housecoat under her apron, holding a glass of red wine in her left hand and stirring pasta in her right.
I suddenly panicked: “Please tell me I haven’t forgotten a special occasion.”
She smiled and said, “Can’t a wife do as much good as she wants for her husband? You are under a lot of pressure this month. I think you deserve a nice dinner.”
Like I just said, she’s an incredible woman.
Knowing this I leaned forward and kissed her hard.
After a great meal and way too much drinking for a weeknight, we headed upstairs. Soon we were naked and nailing each other. For some reason, tonight more than most nights I noticed how beautiful my wife was. As I slowly thrust my six inches into her, I noticed her big breasts swaying sexily on her chest. I reached down and grabbed her hips, thrusting myself rapidly in and out of her beautiful pussy. When it switched to doggy, I was mesmerized by her incredible ass, gently slapping it and watching the tight ripples in her milky white skin. Her soft moans of pleasure brought me over the edge in no time. I came faster than usual – luckily she experienced a mini-orgasm before I exploded. We lay together and kissed passionately for a while, then both went into the bathroom to shower.
After cleaning up, I took a good look at myself in the mirror – although I was happy with my life, I couldn’t help but notice that I had gained some weight and was a little flabby. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me, but that moment of clarity made me feel like Stacey deserved the best of me. At 29, she’s putting even the most beautiful 18-year-old girls to shame – she has the perfect body for sex. As they say, the body is made for sex. That was the moment I decided I needed to put my best foot forward.
That weekend, I decided to sign up for a recreational basketball league. I played college-level basketball at a Division I school, so I was pretty good at it. When I told Stacey about the rec league, she was excited to know I would be competing again. Maybe a part of her was expecting me to be even stronger. It also gives her a great excuse to jog and exercise in the park during my games.
I was on the court after just a few weeks and back to my normal self in no time. Even though I’m a little rusty, I easily established myself as one of the best players in the league. One of my teammates, Frank, and I became friends pretty quickly. He’s a 42-year-old high school coach and former college player, black, quite attractive, tall, athletic and skilled – he seems a little too talented to be in basic recreational league mid-ball, but I guess I did. After our win I introduced him to Stacy in the parking lot.
“Stacy, this is Frank, this guy is great on the court. Frank, this is my lovely wife, Stacy”
She smiled as they shook hands, her big black hand clasping his thin white one, and Stacey replied, “Yeah, I see, it looks like you’ve been playing basketball for a while, nice to meet you!” As soon as she did, I noticed right away that Frank was a little surprised by her appearance, which I often see when I introduce him to people.
“I don’t know, Steve, but you’re pretty good at moving rocks yourself,” Frank replied kindly. “Nice to meet you, Stacy.”
“Frank is actually in the school system, he coaches basketball at the local high school,” I told Stacey, “My wife, Fran, teaches third grade in Westfield.”
They hit it off right away, discussing the inner workings and frustrating politics of the school system. Stacey was a little flirty as usual, and Frank was enjoying the conversation – I interjected whenever possible. During the discussion, I couldn’t help but notice that Stacey was looking down at Frank’s shorts from time to time. I checked to see what the problem was. I was surprised to see that the outline of a giant appendage was visible on Frank’s basketball shorts. It looked ridiculously large and I couldn’t tell if it was actually a penis or if it was just the lights and shadows of the parking lot casting a spell on me. I shrugged and after a few more pleasant discussions we said goodbye to each other and headed home for the evening.
As the months went by, it turned out that Frank and I had a pretty good friendship. The two of us would often go to the bar after the game, sometimes Stacy would come along as well – we even had her over for dinner a few times. We learned that Frank lived in a small apartment near the high school and was currently single – his ex-wife, who had apparently left him very young, had taken their two daughters to the West Coast. Seeing them only a few times a year seemed to bother him. Despite this, he maintained a positive attitude and proved to be a smart and respectful man.
After a game, the three of us returned to our usual haunt. Enjoy some sliders and two-for-one cocktails, by Wednesday night standards.
Stacy said, “I need to use the girls room.” She stood up and walked down the hall. Frank and I both noticed that nearly everyone at the top of the bar turned to watch her go.
“Man, I don’t know how you do it, Steve,” Frank said, taking a drink.
“What is that?” I asked, pretending not to know. I knew what he meant, but I was interested to hear what he had to say.
“I’m madly jealous of your situation. You’re the one staring at it. Everybody in this place is staring at Stacy,” he said with obvious embarrassment.
I laughed and said, “You are 15 years older than me. Do you still mean to tell me that you would be jealous?” I jokingly replied.
Frank laughed, “Well, admittedly my ex-wife wasn’t as pretty as Stacy, so I can’t really speak from experience. I just thought it would bother me.”
I nodded, “I hear you, bro, but that’s something I learned to deal with a long time ago. I guess I don’t get jealous easily, because you’re right. If I was that kind of person, I’d lose my ability to be jealous.” I just have to trust him for who he is and deal with the occasional insulting move.” I can definitely think of plenty of times when I’ve had a conversation with a drunk asshole.
He patted me on the back and said honestly, “A better person than me.”
Stacey returned and as she sat down, the same group of people were staring at her. I gave her a kiss – marking my territory – and we continued to watch the game, all of us had a few more drinks – talking, laughing, and enjoying the evening.
We finished dinner, Stacey and I went home and Frank went back to his place. Stacey hugged him tightly as she always did when saying goodbye. I don’t know why, but in that moment, I felt a little sorry for Frank, even though he definitely wasn’t a person who needed my pity.
The drive home proved to be a bubbly ride.
“Your wife needs a good fuck tonight,” Stacy teased.
“Oh, really? I think I can arrange that,” I replied, smiling.
She smiled sardonically, “Well, who were you thinking of?” she smiled – and then leaned in and kissed me. Although we never discussed swinging or sleeping with someone else, we occasionally joked about the possibility. What couple doesn’t?
When we got home, Stacey immediately jumped in the shower. When I watched the porn, I didn’t feel any pain and I decided that’s what the point was. We don’t watch porn often, but when we do, it’s always a great catalyst for more explosive sex. I mindlessly selected a title from the on-demand menu and got into the shower with my wife. I grabbed her ass and kissed her breasts while she playfully resisted me. She quickly finished eating and whispered as she got out: “I’ll wait in bed.”
I quickly finished my work and went to the bedroom to dry myself off. An erotic scene unfolded, Stacy was lying naked on our bed, her legs slightly spread, her left hand massaging her D-cup breasts, and her right hand fondling her beautiful pussy. “I was thinking the same thing, baby, I’m so glad you’re wearing this,” she said in a sexy tone, referencing porn.
After drying off, I put the towel down and exposed my already hard limbs. As I approached the bed, I glanced at the television screen and was surprised to see a small white girl paired with two men. A medium-sized white man is receiving a blowjob from her while a burly black man is banging her from behind. I immediately noticed his big cock going in and out of the girl’s pussy – Stacy was watching the action on the screen carefully while I slowly lay down next to her, “How are you going to get started without me?” I said jokingly, explaining.
“Yes, yes,” she replied, biting her lip. She immediately reached for my cock and started stroking my dick vigorously. I don’t remember ever watching interracial porn with her, and oh my god, I rarely watch it myself – but she was clearly aroused by the threesome on the screen. I quickly slid down the bed, aligned my face with her wet mound, and captured her pussy in my lips, giving her immense pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes!” she said in obvious response to my tongue.
Stacy clenched her tits tightly and moaned, eyes glued to the TV. I kept licking her wet clit. After giving dictation for a few minutes, I sat up, turned around and stood in front of the TV again as the actors changed positions. The white guy is now fucking the girl while she sucks the black actor’s huge member.
Stacey commented on this, “Oh my god, look at how big his cock is, it’s so big!” I was immediately stunned by this as my wife had never mentioned anyone else’s cock before. Stacey began to flip me over while keeping her eyes on the screen, her big ass now resting on my stomach. Despite my mixed feelings, my wife’s interest in porn turns me on very much and I love watching her get aroused. She reached back and grabbed my cock, slowly pounding it into her, moaning loudly as it slid into her.
I grabbed her hips and started to push her upward. On the screen, the white actor has clearly cummed, and the black actor takes his place – laying the girl on the bed and banging her missionary style. Stacy and I watched as his huge onyx tube pushed the actress to a massive orgasm. I found myself so turned on by this video, the girl was cumming hard, plus the simple fact that my wife was watching an interracial scene – it was a bombardment of orgasms. I don’t know where it came from or what exactly I remembered of her, but I said after that, “I bet Frank is that big”
Stacy moaned softly, “Yeah!” She paused for a moment, then said, “Yeah, I know.” She paused again and came back to me. “I think Frank has a huge dick, which is clearly visible whenever he wears basketball shorts.” Not only did she admit to noticing our friend’s huge black penis, but she also admitted to noticing it several times. On the screen, the actor is lying on the bed while the girl rides him cowgirl. The camera zooms in on their orgasmic sex, the big black cock clearly covering the girl in cum. She began bouncing up and down, the thick member stretching the girl’s pussy while pumping. Stacy began riding me faster, “Oh my god, it feels so sexy, I can’t believe she took all that cock!” She added, “Oh baby, fuck me harder!”
I grabbed her breasts from behind and began thrusting harder and harder. I grunted as I released myself inside my wife. I felt Stacy clench, cumming with me, “Oh yes…” She slowed down, moaning softly as my spasming cock finally erupted.
On the screen, the black actor is dropping incredible loads on the actresses behind, one rope after another covering her creamy ass. The white male actor reappeared, slowly returning to the screen. He bent down and kissed the woman passionately, at this time the screen went dark and the title was “Shared Wife 4”.
I was a bit surprised, not realizing I had chosen that porn, Stacey noticed too “Oh yeah baby?” She turned around and kissed me “Are we being a little weird tonight?” She smiled jokingly.
I was shocked “Uh, I didn’t even see what I picked up, I just threw something away”
She stood up and started laughing, which embarrassed me a lot. “Yeah, sure. What made you think it was you and Frank who got me this business with your big cocks?”
I blushed and was speechless, one part of me was embarrassed by the words and the other part was ridiculously excited by her words. She laughed and said, “Well, I like older men, and that big cock sounds exciting.” Stacy giggled and she playfully fell back against me, her breasts brushing against my chest and her hair falling over my face as she kissed me passionately “I’m kidding baby, I love you” she said, “Tonight is fun.”
“I know, I love you too. It’s always fun,” I replied with a smile – and it couldn’t have been more true. We both fell into a deep sleep.
A few months have passed and our basketball season is coming to an end. After the last game of the year we found ourselves back at the same pub where we had become regulars. Frank explained that he was moving apartments due to a change in ownership, and he was looking for some hotel recommendations for the weekend. Stacey and I ignored this and insisted he stay with us for a few days. He had to collapse on the couch, but our other bathroom had a shower, so it wasn’t bad. Frank tries to protest. “I absolutely hate imposing on others, especially friends. I stay at the Motel 16 6”
“Frank, we would never let you stay in a seedy hotel. After saying that Stacy threw the drink in her hand.” Frank and I exchanged a look and I guessed she won the argument.
The next night Frank came in with only a few bags. We immediately laid him down on the couch and gave him some pillows and blankets to use. Stacey also prepared some towels and toiletries in the guest bathroom. We got some supplies and had a nice meal and some drinks in the kitchen. Afterwards, Frank jumped in the shower and Stacey and I settled down to watch TV.
Stacey said sarcastically, “Maybe I should ask Frank to clean the gutters since my husband keeps procrastinating.”
“Yes, yes, baby, I promise I’ll go next weekend.”
“I think I’ve heard that exact answer fifty times. I’ll believe it when I see it,” she says, laughing.
Frank came out of the bathroom and put on shorts and a tight t-shirt.
We all decided to keep drinking since none of us had work in the morning. We were watching a stand-up show on the comedy channel when suddenly an hour passed, a lot of alcohol had been poured, and the three of us were laughing so hard that it seemed like we were losing our attention a bit.
We joked and talked a lot, Frank was drinking beer and I was drinking beer, we were both in our pajamas, and Stacey was drinking wine and still in her work clothes. I think during a commercial break, Stacey felt she should feel comfortable too, and she got up and went into our bedroom to change.
A few minutes passed and Frank decided it was time to express his gratitude, “Thank you so much for letting me stay here, Steve. It’s a huge help,” Frank offered.
“Sure, man, it’s our pleasure,” I replied
“I’ll have to find a way to pay you back, ba…” Frank’s voice trailed off and he raised his head. Stacy came back into the room wearing a low-cut nightgown that really accentuated her breasts. It’s not exactly lingerie, but it doesn’t fit at all either. I love fucking her in this particular outfit. She wasn’t wearing a bra, it was obvious, her huge natural beast was dangling beneath the thin material and Frank found his voice “…yes um – you’ll have to pay me back. I’ll figure it out”
Stacy hopped on the couch, this time sitting on the loveseat next to Frank instead of on the couch next to me. As she sat down, her breasts almost spilling out of her top, I noticed she was holding something that looked like one of our photo albums.
“I want to show Frank some pictures of you playing basketball in college.”
I nodded and took another sip of beer.
She smiled and flipped through the pages, showing Frank several photos from my playing days, and I assumed these were other photos of us over the years. I caught Frank looking at her enormous cleavage, and I couldn’t really blame him – her breasts were very prominent in her outfit, and he was asked to look at them in the photo album – a nearly impossible task.
A few minutes later, Stacy turned a few more pages and gasped:
“Oops! Sorry, I didn’t realize it had my boudoir photos in it!” she apologized, but made no attempt to close the book.
My heart began to beat faster as I assumed that Stacey had accidentally shown Frank some of the sexy pictures I had made of her as a wedding gift. Some of the pictures were very revealing, with many of her breasts completely exposed. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if it was really an accident.
“Wow! These are amazing. I wish my ex would do something like that for me – maybe we’d still be together,” said Frank, a little nervous, trying to find the right words.
