It was when I was fucking my wife Kelsey from behind, seeing her big ass now dwarf my cock that I realised – I don't find her attractive anymore.
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If she looked like Blake Lively when I married her, she now lookee more like Iskra Lawrence post-birth.
Things were dying in the bedroom – I kept making excuses on why I didn't want to have sex, even though her libido seemed to be on overdrive.
I instead focussed my sexual desires on women in porn, women that looked like my wife in her prime.
It was during these porn addiction sessions that I came across swinging, open relationships and whatnot. This idea sat inside my head for some time, but it took our sex life completely dying for me to be desperate enough for a hail mary.
Understandably, Kelsey didn't react well to my suggestion that we should open up our marriage.
She was disgusted, angry, but clear on my intentions: "is that what this has been about? No sex for months, and you've just been wanting to get it on with another woman with my permission?" Kelsey asked in anger.
She didn't even give me a chance to try and excuse anything. Instead, she rode her anger to acceptance, downloading multiple dating apps in front of me to spite me.
What started out of spite turned into a bit of a game that we both enjoyed. To Kelsey's surprise, I didn't show any jealousy in watching her partake in that shameless, endless swiping, even poking fun at some of the guys' profiles WITH her.
Fact is, we'd gotten married just before dating apps became mainstream, so it was a discovery for the both of us. We shared a moment on the couch, giggling away together as we'd read men and women's profiles, seeing what the dating world was like out there, how it's changed since we got married.
We shared that strange, but happy moment with each other that led to us cuddling and kissing for ths first time in a while. Kelsey asked if we should pull the plug on all this and go to the bedroom to finish it off, but alas – my crotch didn't respond to the amount of love I felt for her.
I told her this, and Kelsey was shocked. Teary-eyed, she asked if this is what I really wanted, and that there was no turning back after this.
I hesitantly said yes, and Kelsey locked herself in her bedroom, with me sleeping on the couch.
By the next morning though, she was more or less fine. She was hellbent on telling me about her matches, clearly trying still to spite me, but I didn't bite and just showed my support.
I even showed support when I realised that the men she was matching with were almost all black. "Maybe it's your chance to try it out, aren't you curious? They say once you go black, you never go back!" I joked.
Kelsey seemed frustrated at my lack of jealousy, but not overly so.
For my part on this, I too, had bern swiping on dating apps but had nowhere near as much luck as Kelsey. On the surface, I was being considerate of her in trying to keep it discreet, but the reality was; I genuinely didn't have anything to talk about.
I was growing frustrated when Kelsey dropped it on me.
"I've got a date"
Kelsey didn't ask for my permission, making it clear that it was past the point of me having a say on it.
"He knows what our deal is, so you might see him around here after the date. Just don't be awkward about it"
I took a big gulp, not knowing what to say. I was flabberghasted. How did it come to this?
I tried still to play it cool, even on the date night – just waving goodbye like i would on days she intended to meet her friends. Kelsey though, gave me a longing look – her eyes almost speaking to me.
It was as though she was saying 'this is really goodbye' like a part of her would be gone forever after this.
Still, I got thinking about how big she looked in that dress, her big wide hips sticking out and barely fitting across the doorway.
'What man likes that?' Or so I thought.
Later that evening, I had the misfortune of opening the door to a man – not knowing who he was.
He was extremely tall, black, very well dressed in formal attire. With a gentle, yet firm and deep voice, he shook my hand with his enormous hands that gave hints to his size in other parts of his body.
"You must be the husband"
Behind the towering man was Kelsey, looked a bit flushed as if she was drunk on either alcohol or the charm of the man.
The man, introducing himself as Charles, showered me, the house, but mostly Kelsey with compliments. He made me feel comfortable over a cup of tea, assuring me about how common this kind of arrangement was and how it showed how secure one's relationship is. I felt safe in confiding to him.
So, when Kelsey left upstairs to get cleaned up, he asked me why we got into this and I told the truth.
Charles was shocked. He was of the opinion that Kelsey was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen, proceeding to talk in detail about her curves, how it made her "a real woman", particularly in regards to her hips and ass, about how he'd worship them all day, about all beautiful, healthy babies she could birth.
Hearing Charles speak about my wife like that was an odd experience, particularly as he insinuated his desire to impregnate her. Meanwhile, we'd been procrastinating having kids, and Kelsey was still on birth control.
After a while, Charles too, decided it was time for him to go upstairs to get freshened up. But before he left, he left me some sobering advice:
"Be careful you don't lose her to a guy like me"
After some time of being left to ponder on that thought, I began to hear some moans coming from upstairs.
I increased the volume on the TV to drown out the noise, but as time progressed, the moans got louder and louder until they became screams accompanied by the creaking sounds of the bed.
My cock had risen and was ready to explode, but my pride refused to jerk off to the sounds of my wife being fucked.
After what felt like hours, I heard Charles's roar and the end of all the sounds I'd been hearing. Now, it was just the TV that seemed far too loud than it should be. But still, I left it be – I was too shaken up to do anything about it.
I had completely zoned out and didn't even realise Charles had come downstairs, who happily offered to shake my hand again and said some things that I wasn't paying any attention to.
Almost in a rush, Charles left out the door and simply commented "she's ready for you now"
My eyes widened, my mind filled with dread and curiosity for what I'd find upstairs.
Step by step, I walked like a dead man until the door to my bedroom creaked open.
Laid on the bed was my wife, covered head to toe in sweat, spread eagle and cum oozing out of her pussy.
I broke down on my knees, overwhelmed by emotions I'd never felt before as I crawled over to Kelsey and stood over her on the bed as she panted away with her eyes closed.
An irresistable desire for her body took over, and I ripped my clothes off. With a burning passion like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
I pumped and I pumped, not paying any mind to the fact that she was full of another man's cum, nor the fact that the cum was all I could feel as she'd been stretched and hollowed out by a much larger cock.
I kissed her passionately all over her body, licking the sweat off every intimate corner of her body.
Words couldn't express how much I desired her body, her curves and all.
Kelsey was still trying to catch her breath, but seemed to enjoy this queen treatment and kissed me right back.
Despite me being unable to feel anything inside her pussy, I came on her body as I rubbed my cock on my wife's spoilt body. We rubbed our bodies together to smear the cum all over her, and just kept going at it. After 3 consecutive rounds, I was finished and Kelsey was ready to pass out.
Safe to say, my desire for her has been reignited in full. But still, my wife has developed a habit for teasing me about big black cocks.
Occasionally when she's away, or I'm away, she taunts me about having gone back to one, having met up with Charles, or another man with a bbc. It never fails to get me going, breaking down the door to claim her body as soon as we're reunited.
Kelsey knows how to use me very well and has never given in to my demands that she clarify whether or not she really slept with a bbc again. Her coy little face and curvy body get me going so hard, I'd be surprised if she doesn't get pregnant soon now that she's off the pill.
Of course, just as exciting is my anticipation for how she's going to tease me once she IS pregnant.
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