“So Megan, I have been thinking about this and want to ask you something...”

“Well ask away,” I said with a smile.

“Have you ever thought about or desired to have sex with another man?”

I was stunned speechless when he asked me that. Where was this coming from? Why would he even think to ask this?

We had been married for six years. We were both thirty-one, having met when we were twenty four and married at twenty-five. We were both high school teachers, me biology, him physics. We taught at the same school, which was where we met.

I had been a wild child in high school but my sexuality really blossomed in college. I had never been hit by the lightening of love but I had been in lust many times. I had many one-night hook-ups and more than several very good friends with benefits but never was struck by love. Marriage was never just around the corner, let alone considered.

I was a good thing I was brainy, it got me through college with a Magna cum Laude degree in biology. The majority of my time was spent in the pursuit of carnal pleasures. By some characterizations I would have been a slut; to me I was just a sexually active female who enjoyed life to its fullest.

After graduation, with no man in my life, I accepted a position at a high school in a large city teaching biology. It was a bit daunting moving there on my own. Getting used to a big city after having lived in small and medium size towns was a challenge, not to mention truly being on my own for the first time. I had major responsibilities for the first time: teaching minds not too much younger than me and maintaining authority, earning and paying my own way in the world and just generally learning to navigate and enjoy the life I had.

It did not take me long to find the clubs, bars and other locations where one could have fun and I took full advantage of what they had to offer. My life was five days of work with a bit more on the weekends and then spending passionate and sensual time with the male friends I had made; however all were in the friends-with-benefits category, nothing close to marriage material.

Then I met George at a faculty meeting on a teacher work day. From the moment we met and talked, lightening had struck. It was love at first sight. I could not believe my feelings. I knew before our first date I would probably marry him.

That first date was unremarkable in many ways but it reinforced my feelings. There was no sex but a very strong, undeniable mutual attraction. The second date was even better; we had sex for the first time. He was nowhere near the best lover I had ever had but he had other marvelous qualities that made him stand out. He was extraordinarily kind, empathetic and understanding. I felt like I was in a truly equal partnership. We were married nine months later.

He had a townhouse. I was able to sublet my apartment and move in with him a couple of months before we were married. Life was wonderful. We rode to work and back together. We shared the joys and sorrows of teaching young minds. We had the same interests in movies, TV, books, food; it was what I considered a consummate, fulfilling life. My one concession was my sexual appetite. George was an ardent, eager and loving intimate partner but he was a bit lacking in the size of his organ. I was accustomed to men with more abundant endowment but we all make allowances and trade offs in life. His energy and passion made up for his physical inadequacies, at least in my mind.

All of this was way in the past. I considered myself, us really, happily married. Not that I did not have fantasies, I thought most people did, but they were fantasies, nothing to be acted upon. So his question hit me out of the blue.

It was summer, just after school was out. We usually taught summer school for the extra money, but this year we had decided to treat ourselves to time away from school. The first thing we did was go to an all inclusive resort in Cancun. The location and facilities were beautiful. We were sitting in chaise lounge chairs by the pool, looking out over the beach and ocean, when he asked me the question.

You need to understand something about me. I am 5', 5" tall, 122 pounds, medium brown straight hair past my shoulders, dark blue eyes and 34D boobs. My boobs had grown early and fast; I loved them and the attention they brought me, I still do.

At work I wore very conservative clothes but at home I was in short shorts and tank tops, usually braless with a thong. I loved dressing sexy to go out on the weekends and George loved seeing me that way.

The resort was not officially clothing-optional but many women went topless and nothing was said. I was one of them and I received the admiring glances I was used to receiving from men and the occasional woman. George did not mind the looks I received, in fact I think he enjoyed them, knowing he was going home with me.

I had bought several especially sexy outfits for the trip, wanting to please George and myself. At thirty one and no children I felt I was coming into my sexy, sensual peak and was happy to show the world.

We were on day three of the five day trip, soaking up the sun when the question hit. As stunned as I was, I had to respond. My brain was spinning; old memories were suddenly, unexpectedly recalled.

I managed to blurt out, “George, why would you even ask that? I thought we were happily married?”

“We are my sweet Megan, but I am not totally dumb. I see how guys look at you and see your sometimes flirty looks back. I also know that as much as we love each other, I am not able to provide the physical pleasure you once enjoyed.”

“George, I have put all that behind me. We have a good life. I love you and do not want that disrupted in any way.”

“Meg, I have been thinking about this for awhile, and with you sitting there, topless, many guys enjoying the voluptuous view, I think it is time for me to finally bring this up. More than anything I want you to be totally happy in all ways. I know I am lacking in the phallus area and don’t deny it. Also, to be totally honest, which is what I think we try to be with each other, I have to admit that I am somewhat turned on by the thought of watching you fuck another guy. There I have said it.”

Now I was even more stunned. My husband now reveals that he actually wants to watch me have sex with another guy.

“Okay, we all have fantasy lives. I admit there are times when I think of various sexual things but you must also. I think it is human nature, but it is not something we act on. That is why it is a fantasy.”

He gave me a look that he has when he knows I am being truthful but not one hundred percent truthful. I did have fantasies about other guys, guys more well endowed than he, but so what? I had to admit to myself that lately we had both been watching some porn (and sometimes also by myself) of guys with large cocks (black guys especially) to get us charged up for a good sex session.

I was fascinated by the so called BBC. What would that be like? Black and white; large compared to small, I was very curious.

“Okay George, this is out of nowhere to me but obviously you have been thinking about it so I will give it some thought. I am not going to even consider anything that would seriously affect our marriage. If you tell me right now that you are totally serious and that you would not ever be jealous or resentful in any way I will think about it, but with no promises.”

“That is all that I ask. This is all about you, well mostly anyway. I do admit it would bring me pleasure, so just think about it and we can talk about it at a later time when you are ready. Enjoy the sun and the stares you are getting. We will have another fun night.”

We finished the trip with no more talk of other guys. I wore my mini skirts, plunging neckline blouses and occasionally a shelf bra to show off my nipples at night and swam in the ocean naked on some days. I did go topless quite a bit and came home with no tan-lines around my boobs. It was a great trip!

George’s thoughts had never really left my mind, they bubbled to the surface every now and then. A week or so after we were back home, I brought up his proposal.

“I have been thinking about what you suggested on the vacation and decided that it might, just might, be worth further investigation, but you would have to agree that everything is my choice. Since it is me and my body, I get to choose the guy, the location, everything. You get to be in the room and watch, not interfere or take part unless of course something got way out of hand, which is highly unlikely.”

“That is all fine with me. I would be happy to sit in the corner and just watch you enjoying yourself. I really want to see a guy bring out what I know is hidden deep down inside you.”

“Well that remains to be seen how hidden things are, but it is my show and I will run it as I see fit. Naturally I would discuss it all with you in advance. You are still sure about this?”

“Yes, Baby, I am sure. You plan whatever you want and I am with you one hundred percent.”

The planning was easier said than done. George had suggested that we might go to a swinger’s club. I thought about it and realized that while he might want to watch me, I had no desire at all to see him with another woman and that was highly likely in that setting. I discarded that plan.

I tried Craigslist. After numerous emails and phone calls, we went to a hotel on two different occasions to meet potential lovers. Both guys were nice enough, but I did not feel the desire to go up to a room and fuck them. I was getting discouraged.

Then I met a woman in an online chat room who was in that life. She suggested the King of Spades Club as an interesting and fun place to go to meet the kind of guy I was interested in. She went into some detail about her experiences there. They were all appealing and provocative; they had produced “enthralling” lovers for her. It obviously had definite possibilities. I wanted to go.

I had purchased two extremely sexy, revealing dresses for our hotel meetings, so I was ready to dress for maximum show at the club. I told George we were going next Saturday night. By now I was captivated by the whole idea. Naughty, wicked thoughts ran through my brain in anticipation of the weekend.

Saturday finally arrived. I had been to the salon on Thursday afternoon to get a full Brazilian wax and have my nails done in “First Dance” red. I also bought a matching lip-gloss.

The day seemed to drag. George went to play golf. I paced around the house, trying my clothes on and off, time after time. I finally settled on a black spandex mini dress that was sheer in parts and opaque in others, no bra and a red silk thong. Red, single strap, four-inch stiletto heels adorned my feet.

George came home as I was moving to dance music in my chosen outfit. I wanted to be sure footed; I was not used to heels that high. Also, I have to admit I loved how I looked and could not wait to head to the club that night.

“Oh my god Megan! Is that what you are going to wear tonight? You look so friggin’ hot, it is incredible!”

“This is it. So you think the guys might notice me and show some interest,” I said, with a suggestive grin.

“I guess so! I could jump you right now... If you are interested...”

“I would love it but I am really all put together and I do not want anything messed up. Besides you want me to look my very best for tonight, right?”

“I love your look right now and I am still behind this one hundred percent. I hope tonight is pleasure filled for both of us. I think I am as excited as you to see the night’s outcome.”

After a few more words passed he went to shower and I kept my outfit on. When I looked in the mirror my nipples were hard and quite visible, not to mention the warmth I was already feeling in my pussy...

When he came out he had a small package. He said, “I bought you something I would like you to wear, if you like it,” he said, as he handed it to me.

I opened it and found a thin gold chain with two small gold charms hanging from it. One was the letters “H” and “W” together and the other was the spade symbol used on cards.

“It is for your ankle. I hope you approve...”

“George, it is beautiful. I understand its meaning. You are an incredibly thoughtful husband. Please fasten it around my right ankle,” I said as I handed it back to him. “I guess this will leave no doubts for those that understand it. I love you.”

“I love you too Babe. Wear it proudly.”

We arrived at the club around 9:30 that night. The parking lot was already more than half filled. We paid our cover charge and entered the club. It was a large dimly lit room with a central “U” shaped bar, a DJ spinning loud dance music, lasers were running around the walls and ceiling in time to the music.

It was filled with couples, single guys and a few single women. Probably eighty to ninety percent of the people were black, the rest white; we definitely stood out.

As we were making our way to the bar, a man came up to us and introduced himself. “Hi. I am Marcus, the manager. I have not seen you here before. Is this your first visit?”

George told him it was, that we had heard good things and wanted to check it out.

“Let me buy you your first drink. You will find everyone is very friendly and just here to enjoy themselves like you are. The drinks stop at 3 a.m. but the music continues til 4. If you need anything just look me up, I am always moving around. I hope you have a great time, enjoy the music and the ambiance. Please visit us again soon.”

He signaled one of the bartenders, we soon both had well made rum and cokes. We sat on bar stools and just watched the action. Many people were dancing and also sitting at small tables scattered throughout the large room.

As people were milling around, more than one guy passed by and looked me up and down. All gave approving nods, smiles, thumbs-up signs; it all made me feel good and I smiled to acknowledge their attention to me. My nervousness disappeared and I began to feel very confident.

George and I got up to dance. The music had a driving beat that made you just want to move your body; to forget everything and just live in the moment.

Several guys made their way close to us and made comments like, “Hot woman you have there.”; “Super sexy outfit, love it”; “Great bod, shake it Babe.”

The alcohol, the music, and the men had raised my sexual feelings to the boiling point. I think my nipples were constantly hard and I know my pussy was very wet, I could feel the heat and dampness between my legs.

This went on for dance after dance and through our second drink. Then a guy came up close behind me. He moved so his crotch rubbed against my ass. I just automatically responded by backing into him. We did that for over a minute and then I felt his hands hold my hips and really pull me into him. There was no doubt about his endowment or his ambitions. George just watched and smiled at me.

We stopped dancing when the song changed and headed for our table. The guy asked if he could join us. That was my first look at who had been holding and rubbing into me. He was a very handsome black man; I invited him to sit. From this first look I felt a strong attraction to him. He had a subtle domineering presence.

“Hi, I’m Derreck, and you are?”

“I am Megan, and this is my husband George. Nice to meet you.”

He and George shook hands as Derreck sat next to me, our chairs touching.

“You are one beautiful woman. I am thrilled that you both came to the club tonight. Are you both enjoying it so far?”

We explained it was our first visit and that we were having a good time. My hormones were in full flow, but I tried to appear cool and calm. We ordered more drinks and an easygoing conversation naturally transpired.

It revolved around the three of us getting to know each other. Derreck was thirty five, an engineer at a big company, divorced, no kids. A really nice, laid back, polite guy, not to mention how good looking he was and how big his cock was. George explained our life, which just led to a further general discussion of everyday things.

Beginning at our first opening conversation, Derreck’s right hand went to my thigh and began to stroke it softly. Each caress came closer and closer to my crotch. I knew that I was so wet that my thong patch was soaked and clinging to my pussy like a second skin, every fold and furrow fully defined. Without thinking, I spread my legs, subliminally inviting him to go farther. I was getting so turned on I could barely sit still, but yet, there I was having a normal conversation between people just getting to know one another.

Soon he was gently rubbing my thong patch. It felt as if he was directly caressing my pussy and it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I had my left hand on his cock as it bulged against his pants, mesmerized by his size. I have no idea how I even participated in the conversation.

He directed most of his conversation towards George, who was happily talking with him. George either did not know or did not care what was happening under the table. By now I was trying to fight off an orgasm as Derreck kept me right on the edge. All the while he continued an easy conversation with George. I had every muscle in my body clenched in my effort to not cum, as they happily chatted.

Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Derreck look at me. He instantly and intensely concentrated on my clit and an orgasm hit me. I put my head down murmuring, “Oh God,” as I gasped and shuddered slightly.

George, noticing my condition, said, “Hey Babe, you okay?”

“Oh yeah, just some weird cramp that hit me suddenly. It’s going away now,” I said with a smile as I squeezed Derreck’s cock, hard.

Soon after Derreck turned to me and said, “Let’s go dance,” as he stood up and took my hand. “You don’t mind do you George?” It was a perfunctory question; we were going no matter what George said.

“No problem, go enjoy yourselves. I love the music and just watching the dancing.”

Derreck held my hand and began leading me across the dance floor.

“You are a freak! I thought I was going to go crazy and then you pushed me over the edge. Damn you!” I snapped at him.

“I can be a freak, but you know you loved it. You were just concerned about George seeing and his possible reaction. Admit it. And by the way, I love how responsive you are and how easily you cum,” a wide grin spread across his face. “You really want this don’t you?” he said, grabbing his cock to emphasize his question.

I turned to him, hit him in the chest and then put my arms around him. “You fucking well know I want it, bad! I am more annoyed with myself I think. I am overwhelmed and stunned by my feelings; I did not expect passion and desire this intense.”

“Listen, your husband and you clearly want this, so just go with the flow, as the saying goes. It is obvious you love George and he loves you, that will not change. Be honest, embrace your feelings and let’s fulfill your desire.”

I knew he was right. I had repressed my feelings for years but now they were all at the surface. I loved George for having the courage to act on his desires, which had brought me to this point.

I looked into his eyes. “You’re right. I not only want it, I need it. You could have me right here but a bed would be better. How is tomorrow?”

“Your place or mine?”

“We will be there tomorrow afternoon. You know George wants to watch.”

“No problem. I pretty much expected that,” he laughed as he continued, “He will be jerking before he knows it.”

I did not need that image, so I said, “Let’s dance,” and started to move with the music. I let my mind wander to the realms of my passionate hunger.

As we danced he gradually led me to a far section of the room where it was a bit darker and not so crowded with people. He turned me to face the corner, raised my dress up to my waist and began to grind into my ass. As we moved in time with the music, I felt his huge manhood rubbing my ass. I pushed back into him as much as he was pressing into me.

Then his hands found my tits, they began squeezing and kneading my engorged nipples. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, moaning from the sensations assaulting my body. He kissed my neck and cheek; I turned to find his lips, becoming engrossed in a long, tongue circling kiss. My knees were getting weak from the passion and sexual craving running through my mind.

I was oblivious to everything around me. In the back of my mind I heard, “Hey James, this is Megan. She is here with her husband, both for the first time. I think she needs a sandwich.”

“Wow, I am your man bro. She is one hot bitch!”

“Watch your language! Give her tits some good attention while I go down lower.”

“Yessa, boss,” he said with a laugh.

The next thing I knew, different hands were on my boobs, and Derreck’s hand was slipping into my dripping slit. Without looking, I began kissing the man in front of me as he fondled my boobs. Reaching for his crotch, I found another cock to rival Derreck’s.

”I love these cocks. You guys are unbelievable. Squeeze my tits, rub my clit. Yes, yes, do me, oh my God that is so fucking good!"

That is about when I lost it. I knew I was going to cum, the electrifying sensations running from my kitty to my brain were becoming overwhelming.

“Damn! I am going toooo... Ahhhhhh!”

Suddenly, I was quivering as Derreck’s caressing of my swollen, sensitive pussy, especially my clit, brought on an overwhelming orgasm. It was much greater and more prolonged than the one at the table. I flung my arms around James, and unintentionally bit him slightly on the shoulder as I tried to hang on and stifle a scream.

I would have collapsed if they had not supported me. Slowly my shuddering stopped and I regained control of my body.

“As much as I do not want to, I think I need to call it a night so I get plenty of rest for tomorrow. I am expecting great things from you,” I said with a small giggle and a beaming grin. “Get me back to the table please.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

He took my hand and led me through the crowd. James just faded away, probably at Derreck’s direction. On the way back he mentioned that he had noticed my anklet and understood the meaning of the charms. He asked how long I had been involved in this particular lifestyle.

“To be totally honest, I would be considered a virgin if that term applied to my situation.” Laughing, I said, “I am a total newbie to it. Are you going to exhaustively break me in?” I said with a lewd grin.

“You are going to find my stamina fantastic, and with the way your orgasms happen, I think exhaustive is a good word for your ‘break in’ tomorrow.”

“God, I can’t wait!” I said just as we were approaching the table.

“Hi Sweetie, have a good time?”

“We had fun for sure and now we need to go. I need rest for tomorrow.”

“What is happening tomorrow?" George asked.

I looked a bit uncertainly at Derreck. “You and Megan are going to come over to my place tomorrow afternoon and I am going to fuck her ‘till she can’t take anymore. You will get to sit and watch,” he said.

His directness shocked me, but I should have expected something like that. George just smiled and said that it was wonderful that I had found the right guy, he was sure it would be fun. Even though I was way more than committed by this point, I was still mystified as to why George was excited about this. He may have been excited, but I was inflamed with fiery carnal lust.

Derreck took my hand and said he would walk us out to the car. We left the building with he and I arm in arm, following George through the parking lot. When we arrived at the car I told George to wait a minute because I wanted to say goodbye to Derreck.

I turned to him and we both stepped close. He put his arms around me and my hands went to his cock as we engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. By the time we separated, I had unzipped him and had my hands in his pants, my first skin to skin feel of his shaft.

He put his hands on my shoulders and began to apply delicate but continuing pressure downwards. I slowly began to sink down, resisting just a bit but then giving in and fully squatting down. My face was at his crotch and I pulled his member out.

It was magnificent and daunting at the same time. I thought I knew what to expect, but I was still awestruck at his size, especially after so many years of George. A bit darker than his milk chocolate skin, it was simply wonderful.

I began to lick and suck it like I was possessed. Derreck held my head loosely with his hands, encouraging my motion. I briefly thought about George, but only briefly; I wanted, no needed, his spunk. I wanted my mouth to be filled, to taste his cream, to feel the strength of his inevitable pulsing stream.

“That’s it Baby! Suck it, suck my big black cock that you love, suck it deep. Ahh, Yes! It’s been days so I am fully loaded. My ejac is strong and copious so be ready and do not loose any. I expect you to fully swallow every drop, don’t stop until you milk me dry.”

I mumbled, “Uh-huh,” and nodded my head a bit, never slowing my action.

I am very good at this and he obviously was doing nothing to hold himself back. Even though he was hard to begin with it was not long until he began to stiffen more and then I tasted the trickle of his pre-cum. I redoubled my efforts and was soon rewarded.

“I’m ready Baby! Hold on tight here it cums. Oh Yes!!”

His rod began to twitch and throb in my hand. Then the first stream of his seed shot to the back of my mouth. Then another and another, powerful jets of his jizz filling me as I swallowed as swiftly as possible. He disgorged more spunk than any man I had ever had before. I was barely able to contain and swallow it all, but I just managed to. I held him in my mouth, milking him with both hands until his release totally stopped.

“Oh Megan, you are one great cocksucker!”

“Thank you kind sir,” I said as he pulled me back up and kissed me, not deeply this time.

“Wow Meg, that was so fuckin hot! I thought I was going to cum in my pants. Did you love it? Did he taste good?”

Derreck and I were both startled. George was standing only a few feet away and neither of us had noticed him.

“George, how long have you been there?” I asked him.

“I saw it all. Derreck, you are amazing. God your cock is still at least half hard. And Meg, what a performance. The best BJ you have ever given, at least as far as I know. So really, did he taste good?”

“Jesus Christ, George! Yes, he tasted wonderful, better than you. His cum is thick and creamy, sort of sweet and loads of it; it is wonderful. Not at all like your watery, meager little spurts of cum. Now are you happy?”

“Yes. It made me feel so good to see you so enthralled and delighted. I’ll be in the car when you are ready.”

He turned, walked to the drivers door and got in the car without another word.

I turned back to Derreck. It was back in his pants and he was standing with a look of amusement on his face. I could not believe George and was not sure what to say to Derreck.

“Look ‘Meg’, he is what he is. Everybody gets their sexual thrills in one way or another. Part of him just has a different mind-set than us. Be happy that we have found each other and he is going to be totally supportive of whatever you want to do. Also, he still loves you and will want to make love to you. Love and enjoy him; savor and enjoy me. Tomorrow will be mind blowing for all three of us. You are one terrific woman!”

I took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. “Thank you. You are a terrific guy. I am a lucky woman. Two guys in my life, one I have known for seven years and one I just met. I love you both, just in different ways. I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

He was about to speak again when I put my finger to his lips. “Everything is perfect. Let’s leave it and look forward. See you tomorrow at 2:00 p.m.”

I gave him a short but deep kiss, patted his crotch, turned and got in the car. I hoped I could contain my lust and get some sleep tonight. I knew I would need my rest for tomorrow. 
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Author’s Note: Please comment and vote on my story. It is good for my ego and if you have a critical comment it will help me to be a better writer. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and will read the future parts. The next part will be published in a few days.