My name is Anne. I am a rather typical wife living in a small West Texas oil town with my husband and our two young daughters. 

Objectively speaking, I am attractive and look considerably younger than my thirty three years of age. many would call me statuesque.  I am five-foot seven inches tall with large green eyes, and ‘dirty blonde’ hair that comes to my shoulders. I have maintained a slim, shapely figure that still can turn a few heads on the street as well as at the office where I work.   I have been told that I have an engaging smile, and a subtle, sensual demeanor that is often viewed as flirtatious.   

I have also been told on more than one occasion that I bear a striking resemblance to Reese Witherspoon.   I confess, I see the resemblance and am flattered by the comparison.  

I have smallish, 34B cup breasts with very sensitive and usually very erect nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. I am not hard on the eyes.  

One other relevant fact about me; I’m a bit of a tough nut to crack.   I often have difficulty achieving orgasm.   Perhaps it’s a subconscious belief that sex is wrong.   Perhaps it is the fact that I am a bit ADD and am easily distracted.   But the fact that I am not an easy cummer is a little frustrating for both my husband and me.  

Aaron is a tall, attractive man with a nice physique. While he does not have the washboard stomach and tight abs that he once had, he is still a very attractive man at thirty six years of age.  Aaron and I have a good marriage, and an acceptable sex life.

Prior to the events outlined in my story, I had only been intimate with one man; my husband. Aaron took my virginity shortly after we started dating in high school.  We were married during our senior year at Texas A&M in May 1995.     It never occurred to me to even consider sleeping with other men. I was and still am in love with my husband, and I fully intended to remain faithful to him for my entire life.

We would make love two or three times a month. Our lovemaking was pleasant but not overly exciting.  I would rarely achieve an orgasm during intercourse. Aaron would mount me in the missionary position, and I would caress him while he slid his erection in and out of me. It was pleasant and I enjoyed the closeness and intimacy, but seldom did I respond sufficiently to approach my own climax.  

Unfortunately, my arousal triggered Aaron’s arousal.   Aaron could fuck me almost indefinitely if I did not get too aroused.   However, I get vocal when I become aroused, and when I would approach a climax and began moaning and panting.  Aaron would get aroused and frequently would ejaculate minutes before I was able to get there myself.  

The exception was the times when Aaron had consumed just enough alcohol such that he could still get rigidly hard but had trouble cumming.   On those occasions, he would pound my tight little pussy furiously trying to cum himself, and I would achieve my rare orgasm during intercourse.  My loud shrieks of pleasure would push Aaron over the edge with me.     But those were relatively rare occurrences, perhaps two or three times a year.    

Typically, after he ejaculated inside me, he would fall asleep quickly and I often would quietly masturbate, while Aaron snored next to me.   I would silently rub my erect little nubbins to a pleasant climax before drifting off to sleep myself. I think the fact that Aaron could not drive me to orgasm himself on a regular basis was a terrible blow to his ego, and quite possibly what led him to look for other ways to satisfy me.    

Late one night, about six months ago, Aaron returned from a week long business trip to Dallas.  Since I had not spent any time with him in more than a week, I was hungry for his affection.    

The girls were asleep in bed as Aaron and I were enjoying a glass of wine on the couch when he got a wicked grin and picked up his laptop computer.   “Anne, I found a website that had some interesting videos the other day,” he said as he typed in the http address

Instantly, a web page popped up with a series of thumbnail links to various videos.  

“Aaron!   You’ve been surfing porn sites?” I said admonishingly.  

“Okay, I got a little bit bored in the hotel room in Dallas one night…I kind of took matters into my own hands,” he confessed with little contrition.    

I was taken aback a bit, we had never really discussed our masturbation habits.   I guess I knew he must masturbate occasionally, especially when he was away on business trips. But the fact that he volunteered that he had done so while watching porn recently caught me off guard, but I said nothing.    

Aaron then typed in the words ‘amateur wife’ into the search engine on the site.   A new selection of videos popped up with titles such as: husband watches wife orgasm on big black cock, husband films wife, husband shares wife, and husband lets wife try monster cock.  

“Aaron, this is wrong.   Turn it off,” I protested with a nervous quiver in my voice.   I suddenly felt my pulse in my clitoris and became very aware of my vagina.    

“Honey, just watch one.   I think you’ll like them.”  

“Aaron, I can’t…” I said weakly as I continued to stare at the screen.    

Aaron clicked on a thumbnail link entitled husband lets wife try monster cock.   Suddenly I was watching a very attractive young blondelying on a small couch in a hotel room wearing only a skimpy black bra.   I recognized the style of the particular hotel room. 

 “Aaron, that looks like a Residence Inn room,” I observed.  

For some reason, knowing the type of hotel where this was being filmed made the scene seem more real, more vivid to me.  

“I think you’re right…I think that is a Residence Inn…I did not notice that before,” Aaron responded.  

“So you’ve watched this video before?”  

Aaron got a sheepish grin on his face and replied, “I might have…”  

“Aaron, you’re so bad…”   I stared back at the screen and watched as a very large, very muscular black man fucked this beautiful, tiny white woman.   I watched in amazement as his muscular ass flexed repeatedly as he plunged into her.   Her moans filled our room.   She climaxed repeatedly as he pounded his large black cock deep into her.   She hooked her ankles together behind his back as she bucked up to meet his thrusts.   It was the sexiest scene I had ever witnessed.    

I could not resist squirming as I felt my vagina leaking into my panties as I watched the torrid scene on Aaron’s laptop.   I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed tightly.  

“I think this video is getting to my sweet, innocent wife,” Aaron chuckled.  

“I’m ashamed to admit that it is…honey, I’m literally soaking the gusset of my panties right now…let’s go into the bedroom and finish watching this there.”  

Aaron paused the video, and we scurried to the bedroom, locking the door behind us.   I removed my shorts and top as I watched Aaron pull back the covers and arrange the pillows two deep in a row in the middle of the king-size bed.   He then placed his laptop near the headboard on the right corner of the mattress.    

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, unsure of my husband’s plans.

“I want you to straddle the pillows and watch the rest of the video,” he said as he walked towards me.   Aaron kissed me deeply as he unhooked my bra and let it fall from my shoulders.

“Are you going to cum for me tonight baby?” he teased.  

“I think I might.   That video has me pretty wound up,” I confessed.  

Aaron led me to the bed and guided me to straddle the row of pillows while simultaneously shedding his clothes.   Lying on my stomach, I glanced over my shoulder to see his erection standing straight up, rigid and proud.    

“It looks like the video has you pretty wound up, too.”  

“No, baby, it’s you…seeing you respond the way you did is why my little buddy here is standing at attention,” Aaron corrected me.

I loved the fact that my state of arousal aroused my husband so.  

Aaron sat on the bed next to me, on my left side.   He reached over and started the video and his right hand slowly traced its way up my inner thigh.    

“This is a verified amateur,” Aaron advised.    

“What does that mean?” I asked as I watched the large, muscular black man pound the tiny white girl’s pussy as she cried out and panted in ecstasy.  

“It means that these are not professional porn stars.   This is a husband filming his actual wife in a hotel room with a black guy they met and picked up.”  

“No, it can’t be.   I don’t believe it,” I responded skeptically.  

I can’t explain it, but something about the idea that this was a real housewife getting fucked by a black stranger while her husband filmed her was terribly appealing.    

Reaching up between my legs, Aaron’s fingers began separating my labia and entering me slightly.   I began arching my back attempting to force his fingers deeper inside me, but Aaron wanted to tease me a bit before fully penetrating me.  

“It’s true.   I swear it.   Look at the quality of the filming…the lighting…the way the husband is moving around the room and how at times the camera goes out of focus.   These are not professionals.”  

“Oh fuck, Aaron…you’re driving me crazy.   Your wife is going to cum for you tonight, I won’t last long…I am so fucking turned on…deeper baby, deeper,” I begged him to penetrate me further.    

“Would you like to fuck a big black dick like that?   Tell me you want to try a big cock like his,” Aaron said, forcing me to momentarily picture myself in the role of the woman on the screen.    

I moaned loudly as Aaron fully penetrated me, curling his fingers against the front wall of my vagina, stimulating my g-spot.   “Oh shit, I can’t hold back…you’re going to make me cum,” I hissed as I humped wildly against the two fingers that were buried deep inside me.  

I could feel my lubrication flowing out of me, soaking the pillow beneath me.   For an instant I thought, ‘I should have placed a towel on top of the pillow…Aaron’s going to sleep on this pillow tonight!’  

“Say it baby…say it.   Tell me you want to be her.   Tell me you want to fuck a big cock like that.”   As he spoke, Aaron did something he had never done before.   While two fingers of his right hand massaged my g-spot, he took his left thumb and placed it on my anus, gently pressing the tip inside my tight sphincter.    

The combination of his thumb ever so slightly in my bottom, coupled with his words sent an electric jolt through my loins.     With my voice quivering with excitement, I said it, “Oh fuck, yes…I want to be her…I want him to fuck me with that big, black cock…I want him to pound me with his huge dick…”  

And with those words I started to climax; and not just my normal, pleasant, little rubbing my own clitoris climax that I usually experienced after Aaron has ejaculated inside me.   This was an earth shattering, headboard banging the wall orgasm.   I bucked and humped as I buried my face into the pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure.  

I had the longest and most powerful orgasm of my life.    

Finally, I had to stop or I would pass out from exhaustion.     “Okay…enough…I need to stop,” I panted.   “You need to fuck me now.”  

Aaron climbed on top of me and easily slid in from behind.  

“Oh god, baby…I have never cum like that before…that was insane.”  

“Anne, I can’t hold out…I’m going to cum,” he said sheepishly.  

“Oh god, Aaron, cum for me.   Cum inside your naughty wife,” I encouraged.

I felt him stiffen and press deep into my pussy.   I felt his cock pulse and swell, informing me that he was pumping his wife’s pussy full of ropes and ropes of his sticky sperm.    

Without decoupling from me, Aaron reached up, closed the laptop, silencing the moaning from the video.

 I clenched my vagina and felt Aaron’s penis throb in response.   I wanted to hug him, to touch him, to kiss him.   But pinned under him on my stomach precluded any of that.   So I had to settle for enjoying the slow process of my husband’s penis going from rigid to flaccid, and finally slipping from my vagina.    

As I lay there trying to recover my senses, I became aware of the perspiration between our bodies and the leakage of my lubrication and Aaron’s semen from my gaping pussy.  

Yes, tonight, until I could change the bed linens tomorrow, Aaron was definitely going to sleep with the pillow coated with my vaginal juice and his sperm…of that I was sure.    

Saturday morning we awoke and still wearing our robes, we sipped our coffee on the back patio overlooking the pool.

“You really came hard last night,” Aaron mused.  

I could feel myself blush, “I did, didn’t I?”  

“You liked that video, huh?”  

“I’m ashamed to admit it, but it did get me going pretty good.   I don’t know why, but just thinking about that muscular black butt pounding that tiny white girl is making me wet right now.   I can’t believe her husband let her do that…and filmed it.”

“Oh, I can believe it.   That website has hundreds of videos of husbands sharing their wives.”  

“That is just too weird for me to even imagine,” I replied.    

“I don’t know,” Aaron responded cautiously.   He looked at me to gauge my reaction.   “It’s kind of sexy to think about it.”  

“Aaron! You wouldn’t ever want to do something like that, would you?”  

He took a sip of his coffee before answering, “I don’t know.   Sometimes I think I might.”

“Well, I could never do something like that…never.”  

“Not even if it was okay with me?”  

I could feel my pulse quickening and my vagina leaking as we discussed this forbidden subject.   “I just couldn’t.   You’d think I was such a slut…and I’d feel like such a slut.   I have never slept with anyone except you…no, I wouldn’t want to change that,” I protested.    

“Anne, you know I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, but I think it would be so fucking hot to watch you.   Think about it.”  

I sat there silently, unsure what to say or do.   Was this a test?   Surely Aaron didn’t really want me to sleep with another man?     After an awkward minute or two of silence, I got up and said, “I just couldn’t do something like that…I just couldn’t,” before going in the house.  

Aaron remained on the patio, sipping his coffee.   Aaron did not broach the subject again the entire weekend, but the thought of being fucked by a stranger with my husband’s permission, while he watched haunted me for the next several days.   I knew I would never do such a thing, but the fantasy had me leaking into my panties all week long.  

Coming soon, Chapter 2: I accompany Aaron on a business trip to Houston  

A special thanks to Lisa and Don, whose editing and input have greatly enhanced the quality of this story.