My Wife Changed after BBC

I love my wife. Having too much of a good thing, in my eyes, is as dangerous as having too little of it. It was my ultimate desire to share her for this very reason, but her religious childhood upbringing limited my options. She was a fine wife, perfect in many ways, but the farthest we got was simply discussing her being shared during sex. In a moment of passion, she or I would bring it up... telling the other how hot it would be to bring a third, larger partner into the relationship. After sex, the topic would quickly disappear into thin air, along with my ambitions.

Backing up a little...

She goes by Lana. 30 years old and approximately 5' 4", she's an average girl height-wise, but that was the only thing I considered average about her. Her frame was irresistible... Being an avid runner, Lana was lean, toned, and in phenomenal shape. Her blonde hair, which used to go down her back in our university days, is now cropped just above the shoulders. The gentle twists and curls in her hair are mesmerizing and easy to lose yourself in. Her 36C breasts are perfectly shaped, almost tear-dropped, with a few freckles here and there. Lana is a beautiful, rare woman that I only dreamed about before I met her.

After we got married, I started to play with the idea of sharing her, preferably with another, larger, man of a darker complexion. Thinking about it at first, then reading about it, and then fantasizing about it. It is my greatest kink, the thing that turns me on the most. She's simply perfect for it. My understanding of my wife changed in the early years of my marriage. In my mind, what was my beautiful blonde wife became a fertile snowbunny, primed for a black bull to claim her pussy as his own. I made it my mission to see this through.

From then on, any time we had sex, I would lightly bring up how hot it would be to see her sucking on another cock when I was fucking her. At first, I registered no response from her at all. But slowly things started to change. She grew more receptive to the idea, even bringing up the possibility of buying a dildo. So, I did. With her by my side as we browsed the e-shop, we picked out a medium (8") black dildo. By Wednesday of that week, it was delivered to our front door. With a strong suction grip at the base, we fucked plenty of times in these simulated threesomes.

After a couple of months, our bedroom talk spiced up considerably. Lana was starting to say things so slutty and perverse that even I was surprised. Many times, she would beg me for a creampie, asking to be bred. Insisting on it. Other times she would describe how she would fuck another man, breaking marital boundaries. It reached a very tense and erotic culmination when one day Lana rode on top, pinning me to the bed. I remember it perfectly. She slowed leaned in, her mouth at my ear, as she slowly flexed her hips back and forth, gyrating on my cock.

"You love fucking me, huh?" She whispered between breaths. "Well don't get used to it. I think it's time my pussy finds someone new to fuck. We've talked long enough!"

She moaned and leaned back, never stopping the hypnotizing movements of her sultry hips.

"Either you're going to find someone for me to fuck, or I will." She adjusted her position on my cock. "What do you say?"

"Yes!" I blurted out, almost instantly. "Let me find someone!"

The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur. I was so excited. After we finished having sex, I immediately started to think of potential candidates. I had no suitable friends who matched the description of our ideal suitor. So I turned to the internet. Posting a few pictures of her online, I was taken aback by the number of direct messages. Picking through the offerings, I selected a few that interested me. It took a couple of weeks, but I finally came to an agreement with an older gentleman in his early forties. He appeared sincere, and his cock was sufficiently large. He and I chatted a few times over the phone, and made plans for a weekend a month in advance.

His name was Curtis. I would tell my wife that I found someone for her, and that she must go pick him up from the airport when he flies in. He would be here for the weekend. I would show her no pictures of him in advance, nor would I give away that he is black, although she may have assumed that he would be. He would be holding a sign with his name for easy identification. She hesitantly agreed to the idea, and I let him know that we were proceeding with the plan.

Come the fateful weekend, I was hornier than ever. And truthfully, this was also the most nervous I have been for years. At 6 o'clock, it was almost time to leave for the airport to pick up Curtis. I went upstairs with Lana to pick out her clothes. We settled on a longer skirt, extending just past her knees, stripped black and white vertically. She wore a simple cropped top, exposing her midriff. I convinced her to pin her hair up in a small bun before heading downstairs and starting the car for her.

As she exited the house and turned towards the car, Lana looked right at me. With one foot in the car and another planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't help but admire her. My wife was beautiful. Her voice snapped me to reality.

"Tonight, you're staying out of our way. No matter what you see or hear, you're not allowed to touch me. Got it?"

"Yes darling, I understand. I'll let you have your fun." I replied.

She got into the car, blew me a kiss, and drove off. I headed back inside, upstairs, to my office. Booting up the PC, a whirlwind of thoughts went through my head. I spent the next 45 minutes or so browsing Reddit and playing video games, before heading to my garage workshop. I intended to preoccupy myself with some carpentry, a new skill I was learning.

I wasn't there personally, but after the weekend passed, I found out how Lana's airport pick-up went. She was very descriptive of the events, much to my enjoyment. She told me how she arrived later at the airport than she had hoped due to the city traffic. But to her luck, Curtis was delayed too, except at baggage claim. She drove up just as he walked out of the terminal. Lana spotted his sign, made her way over to him, and popped the trunk open. Curtis loaded the car with his suitcase and sat in the front passenger seat. The introduction was quick, as they both knew the purpose of the visit. Curtis had his eyes on Lana, inspecting every little detail of her body as she sat in the driver's seat. Leaning in, her gave her a long kiss on the lips, smiled, and put his hand on her leg.

As they drove off, they chatted a little bit about random things. How was the flight? How was the weather in NY, where he's from? Family, work. The usual. Slowly but surely his hand was becoming more invasive, as if hidden by the casual conversation. By the time they were out of the downtown core and driving towards our country home, her dress was pulled back and his hand was playing with her panties. He was visibly aroused, rubbing his cock through his jeans, as his left hand slipped into her panties and brushed against her clit and moist lips.

Lana moaned and spread her legs a little wider. They were almost home, but the fun has already started. Curtis grew braver after seeing how receptive Lana was to his groping. He slipped a finger into her, as much as he could given their seating position. Lana described this as one of her milestones. It was the first time since university that another man touched her intimately. He continued to finger fuck her as they drove up to the house, her juices dripping onto her dress.

We live outside the city limits, in a swath of territory largely devoted to farming. It made housing costs cheaper at the expense of a longer commute. We had neighbors, albeit the closest was probably a good 100 metres away. Our home was an older one, built in the thirties, with a large wraparound porch and a standalone garage. At 19 acres, our land was big and comfortable. It was our dream, one that we emptied our savings for a couple of years ago.

I was sitting in the garage workshop when I saw the headlights. By this point it was almost 8:00 PM, and the evening sky was getting darker by the minute. Through partially-closed window drapes, I watched silently as Lana and Curtis stepped out of the vehicle. I could see through the house from where I was. The porch, master bedroom, living room, and part of the kitchen were visible. I quickly understood that their drive must have been hot and heavy because Curtis didn't go for the luggage in the trunk. Taking him by the hand, Lana led him onto the porch. They stood at the corner, under a porch light, as he felt her up. His hands glided over her body, feeling her tight ass and proud, perky breasts. My excitement grew and I was getting harder.

Lana got on her knees, landing on a midsized carpet we've placed on the porch by some outdoor furniture. With shaky hands she undid his belt and pulled down his jeans and underwear. A large cock, black and veiny, popped out and narrowly missed hitting her in the face. Easily 9", he was larger than me. Lana took it into her hands stroked it back and forth, ever so gently. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but a minute later I saw what I had wanted for so long. Lana leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed on his big black cock for what seemed to be ages, stopping only for breaths and to give it a lick. Curtis was clearly loving it, holding her head and occasionally giving it a push, forcing her to suck him deeper than she though possible.

A few minutes later, Curtis must have decided that he was sufficiently slick with her spit and was ready to fuck. Lana pulled off her skirt and panties, took off her top and bra, and turned around. Her delicious ass was up in the air, and her back arched. Curtis stepped out of his jeans and took his shirt off. He wasn't ripped, but the guy clearly worked out at least twice a week. He bent over ever so slightly, and lined up his 9" black cock with my wife's pussy. To see this happening, especially on my own porch, was thrilling and incredibly arousing. Her womanhood was exposed for all to see. The vows we had made at our wedding were tossed out the window.

I watched as he slowly pushed into her. She made a whimpering face, biting her lip as the big black cock slowly spread her open. Her little white pussy tightly gripped the black shaft, growing accustomed to his larger girth. It took him a few minutes to fully get himself inside of Lana. Lana gasped and moaned as her pussy was defiled by a man, who for all intents and purposes, was a total stranger. It was a wonderful sight to see - my beautiful white wife being fucked by a large black man, in full view of the road, without a condom in sight. People knew us in this area. If someone were to drive by, it wouldn't be hard to connect the dots.

Curtis did not hold back. His large cock was sliding into Lana's slutty married pussy, each thrust seemingly splitting her in half. His cock was smeared in her pussy's juices, shining under the porch light in the open summer evening air. He flipped her over onto her back and started to fuck her missionary style. Pinning her hands down to the ground, he made my wife's pussy his own. Her greedy pussy accepted every inch of black cock that Curtis offered. Lana was no longer quiet, with the sounds of her moans and wet pussy spreading into the evening air. She was being pounded and bred, and it was perfect.

As I watched the events on the porch unfold, our elderly neighbours, the Donaldsons, were walking by on the side of the road for what I can only assume was their evening walk. I distinctly recall seeing her face turn, and suddenly she got much quieter - by this point I too noticed the passing couple. Curtis didn't stop fucking my wife. True to his word, he continued to slide his cock deep into Lana's bare married pussy as they passed by. It was obvious that they noticed while passing the house, as they sped up and walked at a brisker pace, occasionally turning their heads and looking at the marvellous sight. The porch was wide open, with Lana and Curtis out and exposed.

Curtis picked up the pace of his pounding and was starting to tremble. Leaning back, he grabbed Lana by the legs and spread her as wide open as he could. He had reached his tipping point. Slowly and deliberately, he plunged his big black cock as deep as possible into Lana's married pussy, moaning as he shot ropes of hot cum into her fertile womb with every thrust.

He pulled out of her and sat back against the house wall, out of breath. Lana shakily stood up, holding onto the porch furniture for stability. A thick glob of his cum dripped out of her pussy and fell onto the ground. Curtis chuckled and continued to relax. Lana went inside the house and came back out with a blanket. They cuddled on the porch furniture while Curtis prepared himself for a second round. After a little while of chatting, Curtis took Lana and pulled her closed to him. He gave her a long, lasting kiss on the lips, and stood up. As the blanket fell away from him, I saw that he was rock hard again. His big black cock stood out at her, evidently ready for more. Lana stood up and they walked into the house together. Once out of my view, I decided it was time for me to watch from a closer vantage point.

I walked out of the garage and cross the lawn. I could hear their voices upstairs, but not well enough to make out what they were saying. I pulled the screen door open and took off my sandals. Slowly made my way upstairs. The lights were on in the master bedroom. My marital bedroom. As I slowly walked into the room, I got a clearer picture of the scene inside.

Lana was on her side, with one leg up in the air. Flushed and with a slutty look on her face, she knew what a naughty wife she was being and it turned her on. Curtis was right behind her, holding her raised leg with one arm and stroking his large cock at the base of her exposed pussy with the other. They both saw me standing near the doorway.

Curtis didn't care and barely acknowledged my presence. It's like I didn't exist - he made a glance or two at me and that was it. Lana looked directly at me as she rubbed her clit.

"You've come at the perfect moment my dear. Do you like what you see?" As Lana finished her sentence, Curtis started to push himself into her womanhood once more.

"Curtis fucks me better than you ever - UGH - could!" Lana exclaimed in horny fervor as the large man fucked her. Turning to Curtis, Lana kissed him once more, letting out a long moan as his cock reached deep within her.

"Let my pussy - UGH - milk your cock dry in the bed I share with my - UGH - loving husband! Fuck my little white married womb and give me as - UGH - much of your hot cum as possible!"

Her slutty cries were working magic on Curtis, who sped up and was giving it all he could. Lana's toes curled and she looked at me again.

"You're going to start recording this, right now. Do it!" She begged.

I ran for my phone and came back upstairs. Turning on the video function, I turned the camera towards my wife and started recording. The footage was astounding. She wasn't just getting fucked, but she was fucking him back as well, pushing herself deeper onto his cock when he thrust into her.

"From now on - UGH - I will be a total slut for big black cocks. I'm - UGH - gonna fuck every black guy we have around us! And you're going to sit and watch as - UGH - they cum into my pussy!"

For the next ten or so minutes, I filmed my wife getting fucked. They changed positions and fucked doggystyle for a bit. Curtis was dripping sweat and Lana's pussy was so stretched by his large size that it started to gape a little.

By this point I had to leave. As much as it turned me on, I had to calm down. I set the camera down and started to walk downstairs. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard Curtis groan and Lana whimpered.

"Are you going to cum in me? Please, please cum in my married pussy! I want every last drop!" Lana's desperate pleas were heard throughout the house.

Curtis let out a long groan, a guttural sound that let's you know immediately what's happening. It seemed that the deed was done.

While they were finishing up their second round in the master bedroom, I sat in the living room. I was flipping through channels endlessly, anxious to see her come back downstairs. And she did. About 10 minutes later both Lana and Curtis made their way down. Lana was wearing a floral nightgown, and Curtis was in his underwear. On the main level of the house, my loving wife reached into a small closet and pulled out some sheets and pillows for Curtis, who would be sleeping on the spare bed in the basement.

I watched her walk down the steps leading into the basement, her nightgown barely covering her supple body and seemingly flowing in the air. Curtis followed her downstairs. I turned back to the TV and tried to focus on something.

A short while later, Lana came back upstairs and wrapped her arms around me, sitting next to me on our sofa.

"I really like Curtis you know. He's done an absolutely wonderful job so far, don't you agree?" She asked.

"By the sounds of it, I think I have to agree with you." I replied.

Lana beamed at me.

"Well, something tells me we'll have to find someone to replace him once he leaves. You can start that search on Monday. But for now, it's time we go to sleep. Come on, there's still a whole weekend!"

I followed Lana upstairs. We brushed our teeth, standing together in front of the mirror. How beautiful she is... I tell her daily how she takes my breath away! With the nightly routine out of the way, we got into our king bed and made ourselves comfortable. I wrap my arms around her and together, we slowly drift off to sleep.

I woke up abruptly at 6 in the morning. My bed was moving and shaking. Gentle moans sounded out in the pitch darkness. In the dark room, I squinted and looked to my right. It was a man's outline, directly above Lana. I reached over to my left and turned on my bedside lamp. Curtis, naked and hard as a rock, was in my marital bed. He was holding an open tube of lube in his left hand, stroking himself with his right.

Looking at my wife, the first thing I noticed was that the covers were pulled back and she was exposed. Lana's pussy was in the open, and Curtis was already readying himself. With a quick glance at me, Curtis returned his gaze at my naked wife, lying in front of him. By this point Lana was groggily awake and starting to understand what was about to happen. I watched helplessly as Curtis positioned himself between my darling wife's legs. He played with her, flicking her pussy lips with his hard cock. Lana looked entranced. She was on her back, with her legs wide open, bent at the knees. She looked at me and spoke softly.

"I can't believe you're going to watch Curtis fuck my pussy - in your bed - right next to you. Are you going to do something?" She asked. Curtis kept rubbing his cock on her increasingly wet pussy.

I stayed silent, watching her. I didn't know what to say.

Lana looked back at Curtis, who took the cue. Without delay, he slowly pushed his big black cock into my wife's fertile pussy. One, two, three... with each passing stroke he was deeper and deeper, until Lana's pussy was taking his 9" cock to the hilt. I laid back and watched as my wife was defiled and abused. Lana was squirming underneath Curtis, moaning and quivering. His large cock was probably hard for her to take, but she did. The smell of sex was strong in the air, overpowering everything else. I couldn't help but watch as her tight married pussy was stretched open. The contrast between her pink pussy and his dark cock was mesmerizing.

"Oh yes, god, don't stop, please!" Lana begged out loud as Curtis drove his thick cock into her over and over. "Fuck my pussy - UGH - and show my husband how it's done!"