It's not like my sex life was dull or anything.
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My wife Kath and I; we were both shy in our school years, didn't date much, and the both of us had been with one other person before we got together.
So you could say we were curious about the world outside our own – much to our detriment.
I suppose as well that I led the charge and Kath went along with it. But really, her cooperation in itself spoke volumes.
We'd had the two kids, she was in her early 40s, less self-conscious about her appearance and yet her body filling out in such a way that oozed her mature sexuality.
She was getting more attention from men, and we both knew it. Even though she didn't say it directly, I knew she wanted to explore it in a way that she could, safely.
So with these motives we went surfing around the internet, where we found the establishment of our desires: The Door.
The Door promised to be a discreet facility for exploring couples, whereby all the instruments needed for our fantasies were to be provided behind a sealed door, the passage through which would serve as a symbolic entrance into the "lifestyle" as well as a catalyst for certain discretionary kinds.
The uniqueness of the idea alone caught our interest, and so we decided to submit an application – no strings attached.
On it, my wife and I would each fill in a description of what we wanted to see. If The Door deem that they can cater to our request, they notify us, we pay, show up on the promised date and time.
There was absolutely no commitment needed from us, so we just used it as an opportunity to talk about our kinks with one another, submitted the application and forgot about it.
We didn't, however, actually show each other what we'd written. That much, if anything did happen, would be the surprise for the two of us behind that door.
Weeks later, I got an email whilst at work and felt my heart sank. The Door accepted our application and gave us a date.
My ran away into the bathroom to calm my racing heart down, where the isolation only amplified the explicit images of my wife.
As the expression goes, I was thinking with my dick: I paid for the experience without consulting Kath.
After I let one out in the work bathroom, clarity came with the dread that I'd need to break the news to Kath. It took a few days and sheepish cowardice to drop it into a random conversation. To my surprise, Kath wasn't… furious.
More than anything, she was skeptical that any of this would be real, and insisted I'd been scammed.
The thought did cross my mind too, so eventually when the day did come, we hadn't mentally prepared ourselves for anything to happen that would change the course of our relationship.
But when we showed up to the shady building with no labels, a very professionally dressed woman welcomed us in with a smile into a luxuariously decorated corridor, whereby a very grand set of doors waited at the end.
Just by the door sat a desk and chair, complete with a laptop.
The woman, referring to herself as the mistress of the house, introduced herself but didn't ask us any questions.
When we arrived at the door, the mistress explained.
"All that you desired is behind that door. You may go in and out as you please, and you may indulge as much or as little as you'd like until sunrise"
With this, the mistress plopped herself on the desk and began reading something without any care of us two, simply leaving us with her parting words of "you may go in now, or don't. The choice is yours"
Kath and I looked at each other, exchanged a confused look, me retracing to a point of caution whereas Kath appeared more determined.
"Well, we at least need to know what's behind that door"
With out hesitation, Kath entered and I scurried along.
It was dark inside, but there was a spotlight shining down on the only focal point in the door, a bed.
Standing besides the bed to the left and right were two tall, atheltic black men wearing nothing at all. They can't have been erect, and yet I could tell they were endowed with some lethal equipment that could split a woman in two.
Kath looked shocked, but didn't look back at me. As I looked at her looking at them, I wondered what about this was her input on our desire. I merely indicated that I wanted to see a white woman fucking a black cock in person. Maybe a swap, maybe just as an observer?
But there was no one else here. Did I secretly want that white woman to be my wife? Did Kath want it to be? Now was not the time to ask.
Kath finally got ahold of herself and leapt over to embrace me.
"You want out, right?" Kath whispered into my ear.
"No? When did I say that?" My vocal reply yielded a jolt from Kath who scornfully looked at me as she questioned my intentions.
"You wanna… go through with this?" Kath asked sceptically
"I mean… isn't this what you wanted?" My response had Kath looking back at the men.
Avoiding my question, Kath put out a stern warning.
"This isn't a game. Say the word and we just go home"
"I know" I replied.
Kath scoffed in response as she let go of me, slowly walking towards the bed whilst keeping her eyes set on me.
Now set on the edge of the bed, Kath let out one last resentful comment directed at me.
"Whatever happens, remember – you wanted this"
And as if like clockwork the two black men moved in on Kath, their lips devouring Kath's neck and cheeks whilst their hands explored Kath's most intimate and feminine parts.
I could see Kath's breathing becoming heavier and heavier until Kath eventually reciprocated with her own lips on theirs.
Turning left and right, she was fully embracing the sexual desire for her body coming from both men.
Seeing her passion, my emotions exploded and I felt the urge to turn away. Instinctively, I ran out the door and back to the corridor.
Back in the corridor, there was only silence. The mistress was still there, still reading on her laptop and occasionally breaking the silence with her clicking. She paid me no mind, and I was left to suffer the torment alone.
On this side of the door, there was nothing happening. The only noises were my own, and no glimpses nor sounds could be heard from the other side.
I walked back anf forth, unable to decide whether I should go back in, curious and yet terrified of what I might find. In the end, I just pushed on the door, letting the sounds escape. The primal slapping sounds were accompanied by a desperate gasping moan, one that was undoubtably my wife's.
It felt like I'd been hit by a truck, and my legs moved forward before I could stop myself.
Laid before my eyes, under the spotlight, were obscene visuald that would forever be imprinted into my eyes. Kath was being pounded in missonary, the man's enormous black cock pumping in and out of my wife's tight pussy as it gushed out foams of pleasure.
The vigor of the movements would have had my wife screaming if she wasn't otherwise muffled by the other man's equally enormous cock being shoved into her mouth, Kath gagging for breath in between the moans.
The scenes were visceral, and I felt sick to my stomach. I jumped out the door again, only this time – the mistress appeared to be ready for me.
She stood up, wrapped her arms around me and took control. She had me stand against the door, pushed slightly open to let the sounds through.
"It's okay. You wanted this" the mistress whispered into my ear.
"You wanted this because you love her. You want only what's best for her. You want her to be happy"
I looked down in shame, noticing my ranging bluge. I couldn't remember ever having a harder erection than now, as stood there listening to my wife getting fucked.
"You can take your cock out if you want" the mistress instructed.
I looked to her in disbelief. What was she saying?
"Pleasure yourself to the sounds of your wife's pleasures. You're happy for her, it's only natural"
The mistress's words had a surprisingly convincing effect. I felt oddly accepted. Maybe it was alright to feel this way – I don't need to feel like I've lost anything.
I took my cock out as per the mistress's instructions and started stroking it, visualizing my wife behind that door but still not having the courage to see for myself.
"That's a good boy. That's your wife behind that door, getting the fucking of her life. Jerk off to it. Cum to it. Embrace it" the mistress kept whispering as she stroked my body in various ways without actually touching my cock.
Then eventually, the sounds from the men picked up and my wife's moans also became more gutteral.
To these sounds of my wife and her two companions climaxing, I came on the door as the mistress laughed at my moans, adding to my shameful, pained and intense orgasm.
It all came down quickly, but the feelings were all still so intense that I still felt aroused like I could masturbate again. But I couldn't, for the sounds had stopped.
I had no choice but to investigate, not even having the decency to pull my cock back in.
Inside, once again under the spotlight, laid my wife panting away with her arms and legs being stroked gently by the two black men. As soon as the question came into my mind – it had been answered. There was indeed cum leaking out of her pussy, branding her pussy well and truly owned by the enormous black cocks.
I felt an explosion of lust, love, anger and sadness for my wife. I lunged forward to embrace her, despite discovering that her chest was also covered in cum and its scent reeked all over her body.
I kissed her with all my passion, then tried to reclaim her pussy with my own cock.
To my dismay, the pussy was now just a gaping hole which couldn't cling to my cock at all. In desperation, I simpy thrusted my cock up and down her clit to simulate an act of intimacy whilst physically trying to convey to my wife how much I love her.
We kissed and rubbed each other for hours, loving each other for what we'd become when we stepped past that door.