First post after lurking for a while now. I always wanted to share my wife. I thought it was because it would be like watching live porn (which of course it is) but there was so much mental things to go with it. I mentioned it to her over the course of about two years, sometimes like a joke, other times while having or right after sex. At first NO. Then it turned to a fantasy help in the bedroom kind of thing. Then right when covid started I had "issues". I relied on thinking of her with another guy to get the motor running so to speak or I couldn't perform. Then, two months ago it kind of came to a head, she thought that I was messing around since I was avoiding sex , so I explained the issue and she said out of blue...well if it would help.....from that point on I tried hard not to say anything but brought it up to the point where on New years we were at a very small party, and one of the men put the moves on her. Nothing happened, but all the way home it was all she could talk about (******* talk) then for the next couple of days we were like bunnies'. Then it tapered off again and she said in bed one night that she had been thinking and since obviously I wanted to share her and since she wasn't getting what she needed (that stung, way more than I thought it would) she said she wanted to try a threesome. Ok, I thought that is a great start so I said how about we look for someone. She said I will look for someone . I asked her if she even wanted my thoughts and she immediately said no. Well fast forward two weeks and she said that she had something that she wanted me to see, opened her phone and proceeded to show me a series of texts between her and another guy. From the start it was obvious they were not feeling each other out but rather trying to see who could push the most. At the bottom was a request from him for a picture which she sent...very hot and a request from her to him for one, yet unanswered. I said well, let's hope he isn't some old guy playing. She assured me he was not (at the time I didn't ask how she knew) but the next evening she said come here, I want to show you. I knew right away what she was talking about but when she handed me her phone I was really shocked! He was no more than 25 26 (she is 53) he was built like a body builder but thinner. He was also black. The next picture of him was nude from the waste down and very endowed, not freaky but thick and well, big. As I looked up I saw her looking from the picture to me and the look on her face told me that she was not indecisive at all, she was now wanting this. I'm meeting him tomorrow after work for a ******* she stated matter of fact. I said that doesn't work for me as I had a meeting that evening and she just smiled and said I wasn't invited anyway, not to worry. I didn't know how to take it and right now as I right this and remember, I should have at least tried to inject myself harder but I didn't and said something about be in a safe place, don't leave the building with him...but I was also really turned on and tried to get her to go to the bedroom but she said later. I was half asleep when she came into our bedroom, I came too with her stroking me, and then talking about her new "boyfriend". ******* she had not even met him and was using terms like that. The more she talked the harder I got. Was it just being a tease to turn me on or...? Then just as I was ready to cum. right on the very edge where nothing registers she said I told him my name was Amber. It was not until the next morning taking a shower it hit me. Hard! Amber was what I called her back in our experimental days, she was Amber the slut. Never used that word in front of her but she played the part and I encouraged it. But of course just between the two of us. Amber would be bent over a concrete fence in some secluded neighborhood, or amber would be taken shopping while on a trip and get lucky in the changing room. But not only was Amber a willing partner she talked the part and acted the part. We or I should say I pushed it to the point where I really tried to own her submission . It was then that it happend, one night we were in a town not to far away staying at a little hotel where it is two stories and you drive right up to the doors. Anyway, we had done the partially opened drapes and public risky sex but that night I wanted Amber and told her so. As usual Amber said all the right things, acted the right ways and when we got back from a bar to our room, I told her to show me what she had on under the dress. Hot body, thong and lacy bra, and true to form, I started my “get on your knees, lay on your back and show me your pussy, tell me what you want….She did, we did and then I said go over to the door, open it, step out turn and on your knees. She started to protest and I said rather forsefully, do it and don’t you dare look first. She got up and walked to the door, hesitated until I said do it again, and did it, went o0ut, turned and dropped to her knees. I stood inside the door and stroked by cock until I burst over her breasts and then onto her face which as I looked I saw a look I will never forget, the look of knowing you went way to far. She got up , came back in and Amber never appeared again, until now. I didn’t know what to say so I shut up. I listened and she talked. She admitted that the idea of being with another man was at first just going to be all fantasy but that after exchanging texts with this man and the obvious reality that she isn’t going to be able to have that experience ever in her life except for this situation that she decided that she was going to let herself go, 100%. So, she determined that her alterego would allow herself to let go (in her mind anyway). She also explained that since this was for her and her needs and her this and her that, I was going to have to be patient. With that she cleaned my cum off her hands and turned to go to sleep. I didn’t that night very much and in the morning brought it up to talk and was rebuffed. Then, before I left for work she said, “no phone calls please” I will call you if I need to stay later or have problems. Then she turned and left. All day I wanted so bad to call her, to talk, be reassured or something. AT 5:30 I got a text from her. It was a picture of her sitting next to that guy, both smiling. You know like a picture you have the waitress take. Under it was, having a great time, Amber. I wondered what other people must have thought , this hot older women having her picture taken with this young black man. I felt like I was twenty, my cock was hard, my heart was beating fast and I was thinking of going to the bedroom and……..ding. Another message. This time it was a picture of what I knew intimately, a bare pussy, my pussy. Sorry, she said, getting kind of wet, Amber. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with myself I was going too. It was only 8 when I heard her car in the driveway, and she came in just as I was coming down so to speak. I started fireing off the questions as she came in and she stopped me and said, let’s go upstairs. Once upstairs she undressed quickly and started to pull my sweats down grabbing my cock. She tried working it but nothing. I couldn’t tell her that I had just had sex with myself thinking of her and even when she tried talking about everything that she and Marcus were going to do, still nothing. She then saw the lotion on the bed stand and realized what had transpired. So, I am a good girl tonight , come home to have sex with my man and now my man has jacked off while I was gone. It was the argument that was coming for years, all the shame of my issue being dragged up by her feelings of unsatisfying sex. Too much said yet nothing could be unsaid. After three days of not really talking she caught me before work. I am going to meet up with Marcus tonight . Before you say anything I am not going to change my mind and if you try to stop me it will not go over well. Marcus knows about you since I don’t lie and do not play games. I was against it but he insists that you be there. But I’m telling you, you do anything to ruin this for me and you will never join me again with anyone. She saw my face, yes anyone. This has taught me one thing, this is all you in many ways. I have needs, you wanted me to do this so here we are, consider this a bridge crossed. Oh and one more thing she said leaving for work, go buy something special for the occasion, starting to turn and yelling back, for Amber! This is where I get so confused, I wanted this sure but I guess I thought I was going to be in control of it not well, like this. And shopping that day didn’t help. I mean I know what the hell makes her look hot as hell. I have bought more lingerie for her that she has for herself, yet, to entice him? He is a guy , he doesn’t need anything more than a willing subject right? So it had to really be what would she approve of? Sexy yet modest, or maybe all out lude yet not slutty or…Amber, get it for Amber. So I quickly made my selections and went to get the hotel room. She said a King room with a couch. Ok, so I checked in , texted her the room number, went down to the bar a got a bottle of champagne, then laid out her clothes. There was a shelf bra, black and lacy, thin straps that I knew would strain holding her ”up”. Black garter, white stockings and a thong. The dress was beyond short and almost open to her navel. I knew she had black high heels from her work outfit so no problem there. When she came in she sat down and poured a very large glass of the champagne. Looking over at the bed she said bring the dress here and as soon as I picked it up and she actually saw it she freaked out. I can’t fucking wear that downstairs. (who knew she was even going down stairs). Jesus Christ, we are supposed to be down in the fucking bar in twenty minutes and all I have to wear is this. She was wearing a pant suit so I knew that she wouldn’t have wanted him to see her in that for…this. Coming back out of the bathroom after doing some makeup and ranting she grabbed my purchaces and took them back into the bathroom , shutting the door. Her phone rang and I went to pick it up. It showed a picture (the picture) of the two of them. It was him. She opened the door and reached out with her hand taking the phone. Hello she asked. Then she shut the door. I heard a couple of giggles, then some soft talk and then the door opened and she handed me the phone, he wants to talk. I stood there as she shut the door and I catching a glimps of her in her lingerie as left holding a phone with “him” on it. Hello? Hey this is Marcus, not in the voice I expected (wanted) like timid or trying to be old buddies but strong, forsefull, you need to get Amber down here like in 10 minutes or I’m going to bounce. No I quickly said, (too quickly I thought afterwards) she will be down. Unless you want me to come up now since we are going to end up there anyway right? Deep laugh. A, no I mean yes I mean we will be down soon. Hey man, listen up, you and I ain’t going to have problems right? No for sure no. I mean, I don’t play games. I’m real and expect you to be too , right? Yes of course. Good, because I don’t need no husband problems when I’m trying to take care of my lady. No sure I understand, no problems with me then thinking I said but AND he quickly said before I could talk anymore. Man see you are already doing buts. No I was gust going to say but (and then I couldn’t tell him, but take it slow like I was going to say , But, just don’t leave was what I ended saying. He hung up and I said Lisa he is waiting, she yelled back Amber isn’t ready yet. A full twenty minutes transpired and I was pacing. Come on I said as she came out. I don’t know who is more excited she said, exiting the bathroom , you or me. Then I saw, the dress. She had never wore anything like this before. I mean some daring ******* for sure but this was really, worse than overkill. This was pure slut, 110%. She got her purse and said let’s go. On the elevator down I said that she didn’t have to go through with this and that I would never bring it up, she just looked at me like I was speaking some forein language. We walked down the hall to the bar and she was walking like she was a queen. Two men walked past us and both turned back as I turned to see if they would. They just laughed and walked on. Inside there was no missing Marcus and she didn’t. She trotted right up to him and hugged him, kissed him and his hands, well, they pulled her close to him and they kissed again, this time a long, open mouthed kiss. We sat down with him in a booth, he in the middle close to her and me about as far from him as I could get without falling out of the booth. They ignored everything but themselves. I felt every other eye in the place on us. It wasn’t hard to guess what was going on. A young black man, another older man and his wife (wedding rings , close to the same age). I felt really embarrassed but they sure didn’t. Even as I watched his hand disappear under the table I felt more shamed regarding what they thought about me as apposed to them. Got to take a leak he suddenly said and started to move to my side of the booth, expecting me to get up so he could get out. I realized I was hard as a rock but he kept pushing to get out and I said wait a minute and he looked down and laughed. What is it my wife said? This mom fucker has a hard on from watching us he said too damn loud. She looked at me and just smiled, go on baby get up so he can get out. I did, trying to hide my self with my hands and just probably made it more obvious. He walked away and she said, I need to get out of here and go to the room. You ok? I guess I said. Well then just stay here and we will come back later. No I quickly interjected, I’m fine. I hope so because you better not fuck this up for him or me. (him or me, Him? What about me?), Soon I found myself following them up to the room. His hand on her ass most of the way and while they waited for me to get my room key and open up they were like honeymoon lovers all over each other. Once in the room they went for the couch, kissing, touching until they broke a kiss and he turned to me and just plainly said, get naked, I don’t want some dressed dude watching me and went back to kissing my wife. I stood and undressed to my boxers sat down and watched as my wife unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers over his chest. Then she stood and dropped her dress, dropped to her knees and fumbled with his zipper. He just put his arms out to the sides of the back of the couch said things like, that’s right girl, bet you never had a dick like that before, you look good on your knees for me Amber. And she did. When she went down on him it was like she needed him in her mouth or another way was she needed him in her mouth to get him ready because she needed him someplace…for her. He stood and pushed pulled her to the bed. She fell back on her back, onto the bed and he crawled over her. His cock was hard, full and ready, so was she. Her hand went down to guide him into her. I stood up and walked to the bedside table where I had put the condoms I purchased earlier in a drawer. As I took them out he looked over at me just as he was starting to enter her and I saw his smile. Nah. One word, or should I say grunt. There I was , standing over my wife in a hotel room, on her back, her legs bent and spread wide as this man started fucking my wife of almost 30 years as she pulled his ass to her fingers spread wide holding his muscular cheeks. Oh god she said as he bottomed out. He isn’t wearing a condom I choked out to her. Sit down dude he said and she didn’t say anything. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, no worries there and a germ was not on my mind although looking back it was selfish because what was on my mind was it wasn’t just the sex it was the intimacy. The whole thing, kissing, touching, whispers, giggles and now raw BARE sex. Never had it in my spank box but here I was witnessing this and hard, excited, scared, pissed off, all at once. Damn baby he said, that pussy is so damn tight I’m going to, to nut. No I yelled! He instantly stopped. Pulled out and stood up. Standing there in my boxers, in front of this man who was at least 89 inches taller than me and outweighed me by 50 60 pounds I felt very very small. I thought we were not going to have any problems? No I’m sorry this is just new to me and. No you said no problems and now your fucking with us. I’m sorry I just Look I knew you had to be some sort of freak to let your wife fuck some guy, then when Amber told me about you I thought that was some fucked up *******. He must have guessed my thoughts because he said, yea man, she told me how you used to show her off, make her have sex outside and the best story was how you made her take your load outside the room. No I …started to ramble but he shut me off. You treat your woman like that and then when she finally starts getting something she wants you try and fuck it up. That’s some dark ******* man. I heard what he was saying and realized he was right. I was wrong then and wrong now. So here is what’s going to happen. I need to nut then take treat this woman to the best sex she ever has had. So I got a choice, take a chance that your going to break into your whiney ass ******* again or show you your place. My place I heard myself say and knew at that instance …wrong thing to say. He reached over and took my face, my whole face in his paw and made me look into his eyes. Amber, I glanced at her as she was almost as shocked as I was. Was all that true about what he did? Yes. Even the part about the door? Yes. Did you really want to do that? I don’t know. Tell me Amber now. Well I guess I liked playing the part but he just pushed me too far. So tell me then Amber, right here right now if I tell you to do it what will you do? Without missing a beat she said, suck you until you can’t stand it anymore. That’s my baby. See, Amber needs me, wants me and wants to please me. So, there is only one person in this room that needs to prove to me he understands what is happening here. One person who is going to give up trying to control Amber or especially me and I think you know what that is don’t you. My head hung down, I didn’t have to answer. I thought I couldn’t feel worse, wrong. Only going to tell you once and I know your not going to say one damn word so why even try. Get those boxers off and get out the door, on your knees, open your mouth and don’t say or do another fucking thing. I felt heat rise from my head and wash over my body like flames. My heart beat so hard I felt like I had run miles. I looked at her hoping she would say something, anything. Don’t be looking at her, look at the mom fucking door and think how fast you can get out there. Then looking at my wife, he said me close and she scrambled to start sucking him. This is why I am writing this. This is why I am so tied up in knots. Never and I mean never had I ever had any kind of fantasy other than hetro sex, nor had I ever thought about being any kind of submissive but like I was in some sort of dream or out of body experience I dropped my boxers and walked to the door. Turning the knob the door kind of blew open and I felt the cool breeze on my skin and I continued to open the door. I hesitated but then realized he had stopped letting her suck him and was right behind me, his touch on my shoulder nugging me made me jump…out the door. It was sa normal hotel hallway, doors up and down the hallway, other lives being lived, other thoughts be contemplated and me, naked turning to kneel. I want to say I stood up and went into the room, demanding he leave, taking my wife and fucking her on the bed until she couldn’t take anymore. I want to say that but I just hung my head. Look at me man and as I did I saw his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself but gaining speed. I’m going to nut he said too loudly open your mouth bitch…now….do it….I did…..he came……a lot…..and lot more….feeling the hot cum hit my face was one thing, but in my mouth …I gaged. I wretched, my head spun, then from someplace very very deep inside I felt a rush of excitement, not just sexual, not just physical but something deeper than that. I felt complete and utter helplessness. Not in a sad pitiful way but in the way that you have when you resolve to accept whatever it is good or bad that happens to you. When you give up the hope of having control of it and it controls you. I know I know. What happened then? Did he fuck your wife, did she laugh at you? You see that is again why I am writing this here. I don’t know how to deal with anything past that point. What they did then or since was nothing compared to that moment in time. Yet, even as I write this my wife is down stairs with him. They have been alone for almost two hours and it isn’t for sex it is to discuss what to do about me. See since that night I have not been good, so they say. Apparently the fact that I lost my temper with her after she was out with him for hours and came home smelling of alcohol and sex, after not giving me the time of day so to speak about sex even if I have “issues” I just reached a breaking point and did something stupid. I turned her over my lap and spanked her. Still can’t believe it, that just isn’t me. I don’t believe at all in hurting a woman unless its for fun which this was not. So I know I fucked up and know that nothing I can say is going to change her feelings about it. All she said this morning before work was that Marcus is upset and coming over. Better make myself scarce in my library until they call for me. And tonight before he got here as she was getting all slutted up for him said that he said for me to not be in the room when he got here. So I got up here to my library office and started writing this, contemplating what will happen. I did just get a text from her telling me that Marcus wants me down in the living room in 10 minutes exactly, naked and oh bring me brown belt with me. Amber
