I sat in the dark alone in my office, the glow of the computer screen illuminating my face as I scrolled through the forums. The same ones I’d been frequenting for months now. Threads filled with guys like me, husbands with fantasies they were too ashamed to admit to anyone in real life. But here? Here, we talked openly. Here, we shared experiences, advice, and sometimes even connections.
My wife Marie and I hadn’t had a real sex life in years. It wasn’t that we didn’t love each other, we did. But with the kids, work, and well, life, we just… stopped. That’s when I turned to these sites and the videos on them. The idea took root in my brain like an obsession. It wasn’t just about sex. It was about seeing Marie in a new light, seeing her through someone else’s eyes. Seeing her desired. It felt like an impossible fantasy at first, but as I read through post after post of guys who had done it, who had watched their wives transformed, I started to believe i could make it a reality.
That’s when I found Curtis.
He messaged me after I’d made a post, vague but curious, testing the waters. “What’s up man, I seen your post. You looking to make this happen for real? I’ve helped couples before. No pressure, let me tell you bout it.”
I hesitated for maybe a second before responding. “Yeah, just trying to figure things out. My wife… she’s not really the type, ya know? But she loves me. I think I could get her to do it for me.”
“That’s all it takes,” Curtis replied. “Love and taking the right angle. Just make her feel special. Don’t push, remember. Special.”
We talked for weeks. Curtis was smooth, confident. He knew exactly what to say, exactly how to frame it. He assured me he was experienced, that he’d been with couples who were nervous before. And he had a friend, a guy named Marcus. “Sometimes,” he said, “women respond better to two fellas. That attention makes them feel like they worshiped, and they are surprisingly less nervous.”
That idea gave me pause. Two? No, Marie would never go for that. “Just you,” I told him. “One step at a time.” The thought of it though made me hard and a rock.
He agreed, and we set a date and time and a hotel near by. Now, I just had to convince Marie.
She was hesitant at first, of course she was. But I took Curtis’ advice on how to approach it. Soft. Reassuring. I told her I wanted something to bring us closer. That it wasn’t about replacing me, but about experiencing something together. “I just want to see you in a new way,” I told her. “See you feel wanted. Feel sexy again.” I told her that we needed the spark, something to rekindle now that our lives were changing with the kids out of the house.
That part got to her. Marie wasn’t the same woman she was in her 20s. She still looked good, really good, but she didn’t always see it. She was a mom first, a wife second. She’d stopped thinking of herself as desirable. So when I told her how beautiful she was, how much this could awaken something in her, I saw the shift. The curiosity.
She agreed, but with conditions. “If I don’t feel right, we stop.”
“Of course,” I said.
She took extra time getting ready that night. I watched as she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the lace bra she’d picked out, smoothing her skirt. She looked nervous, but the effort told me she wanted to make me happy. Marie was still fit for a mother of two grown children in her late 40’s a little curvier than she used to be, but it looked great on her, and her tits hung a little lower now but were still amazing.
“You look amazing, babe,” I murmured as I placed a hand on her knee. “Trust me, this is gonna be good.”
A knock at the door sent a jolt through me. This was it. Marie tensed, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt, but I squeezed her knee. “Relax,” I murmured. “Just remember, this is for us.”
I jumped up and opened the door, and there was Curtis. He stepped inside with the kind of confidence that made a guy like me feel small. Curtis was Mid-30s, tall, built like a pro athlete, dark skin gleaming under the hotel light. His fitted shirt clung to his broad chest, every movement controlled, deliberate. The kind of guy women looked at without meaning to.
He flashed a knowing smile as his eyes landed on Marie. “Damn, Frank,” he said, giving her an appreciative once-over. “You didn’t tell me she was this gorgeous.”
Marie ducked her head, her cheeks flushing. A flicker of pride ran through me, this was what I wanted, wasn’t it? To see my wife desired like this? I squeezed her hand, willing her to relax. Curtis moved closer, his presence magnetic.
“You got nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart. We just here to have a little fun.”
Marie shot me a hesitant look. I nodded, grinning. “It’s okay, babe. Just go with it.”
Curtis chuckled. “Yeah, just go wit it. Trust me, you gonna love it.”
Before she could respond, another knock at the door. My pulse kicked up, not in panic, but in anticipation. Marie stiffened slightly, but I was already moving. Curtis had mentioned Marcus before, but I’d brushed it off. It didn’t matter now. I was too far in. Too worked up.
I opened the door, and there was Marcus. Taller than Curtis, leaner but still built like a machine. Same effortless confidence, same knowing smirk. His shirt stretched across his chest, his shoulders broad as hell. His eyes flicked to Curtis, and they exchanged a quick nod.
They’ve done this before.
Marcus turned his gaze to Marie and let out a low whistle. “Wow,” he said smoothly. “Damn, Curtis, you wasn’t lying. She’s stunning.”
Marie shrank slightly into the couch, her wide eyes darting to me, her hands instinctively covering her breasts under the lace bra. I could see it, this was gonna be too much for her. But I was beyond reasoning now. The heat in my veins, the electric charge running through me, drowned out anything else.
Curtis reached for her hand, lifting her to her feet like she weighed nothing. “Don’t be shy, beautiful. We gonna take real good care of you.”
I grinned, my heart hammering. This was it. Everything I had fantasized about, everything I had planned. And Marie was going along with it.
I watched as Curtis held my wife’s hand above her head and spun her around while watched and told Marie that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Marcus quickly added his charm to the situation, “when Curtis told me about out you, I told him he was being selfish if he didn’t let me come along, you so damn beautiful girl.”
Marie flushed, you could tell that she was loving the attention and praise from the two handsome younger men. She looked to me for approval.
“They are right, you are beautiful, babe. I love you,” I told her.
Curtis nodded to me, I seemed to hit the right cord as Marie’s visibly relaxed a bit. Marcus stepped in on the other side of Marie and whispered something in her ear. She smiled as his hands started probing her body. Curtis still held her hand as he moved in to kiss her while simultaneously placing her hand on the growing bulge in his pants.
I was mesmerized, my own pants becoming tight, “oh fuck yes, this is happening,” I thought. “Oh shit,” I whispered as I remembered the camera. Marie said I could video the action as long as she and I are the only ones who ever saw it and having a video meant that we never needed to do this again. I rummaged through our bag and finally found the small handheld camera. I turned it on and opened the viewfinder.
When I turned around, i couldn’t believe my eyes. Marie’s bra was no where to be seen and Curtis had my wife’s large left nipple in his mouth while Marcus had her other breast in his hands while passionately kissing her lips. Marie was stroking both men’s cocks through their jeans.
Curtis released her nipple and guided Marie to the bed and told her to lie down. She did as instructed and laid down with her ass on the edge of the bed. Curtis removed her skirt and panties. My wife was now completely naked lying on a bed with two black studs. As I watched Curtis begin to rub her clit, Marcus now also naked positioned himself on the bed next to Marie’s head.
I almost dropped the camera when I saw the 9 inch monster that Marcus was slowly stroking with his right hand inches away from her face. Marie’s eyes widened when she saw it. She was moaning now has Curtis began to finger her pussy. Marcus quickly guided his cock into her mouth, Marie’s moans were muffled by Marcus cock as she sucked him. Curtis kneeled on the floor and began eating her pussy.
This was even better than I fantasized, the sight of my wife eagerly sucking a giant black cock was almost too much for me. After a couple minutes she released Marcus’ cock from her mouth and started to moan loudly as her body went rigid with orgasm. Marcus looked on approvingly, “first of many baby, we just gettin started.”
I can’t remember the last time I’d seen Marie have an orgasm. As she lay panting Curtis stood up and removed his clothes. As he aimed his equally huge black cock at Marie’s pussy he told her, “nice and slow, Ok, you tight as hell.” Marcus laughed and put his cock back in Marie’s mouth. Curtis slowly pushed his cock into her tight hole. She gave a muffled scream. Curtis told her that he was half-way in.
After a few minutes Curtis a Marcus worked up a nice steady pace Curtis fucking her pussy and Marcus Fucking Marie’s mouth.
When they stopped to switch places Marcus entered Marie while standing on the floor where Curtis had been. Curtis was grabbing a bottle of water as Marcus fucked Marie. I looked over at Curtis and he said, “you loving this Frank?” I told him that I was leaned closer and in a whisper asked “any way you guys can go a little more… hardcore?”
Curtis smiled, “oh shit Frank, that shit is our specialty, fuck yea we can.”
I was giddy and my dick got even harder at the thought of my wife be ravaged by these two guys.
As Curtis walked to the bed he caught Marcus eye and said, “ok Marie, warmups are over.” Marcus gave a 1,000 watt smile and plunged his full length into Marie hard. She gasped and began moaning as he picked up his pace. Curtis watch his buddy pound away on my wife until she had her next orgasm a few moments later. Marcus pulled out as Marie was recovering and Curtis looked at Marcus and told him, “get he up, I’m gonna bend this bitch over. Marcus pulled Marie to her feet and positioned himself lying on the bed.
Curtis said, “be a good whole and bend over and suck that black cock.” Marie winced at being called a whore, but she did as instructed. Curtis made a show of lining his cock with her pussy and then slammed the full length in, hard. Marie’s scream was muffled as Marcus grabbed her hair and forced his cock down her throat.
I loved it, “these guys are fucking pros,” I thought. With one hand I undid my pants while aiming the camera at the action with the other. I pulled my pants down and started stroking myself.
Marie had another orgasm as Curtis pounded her pussy and Marcus fucked her throat. Her legs were shaking violently as the two men continued to call my wife a slut and a black cock whore as they fucked her holes.
A few minutes later Curtis pulled out and Marcus got up to switch positions, but Marie said, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Before i could say word, Curtis spoke, he put his arm around her and in a consoling voice, “baby you are doing great, we are having fun, I know that pussy is having fun,” glancing down at Marie’s gaping swollen pussy, he continued “and look at your man Frank, he’s loving this, jerking his tiny white dick and shit, don’t disappoint him.” She gave a resigned look and said “ok.”
“These guys are fucking pro’s,” I said to myself again.
Curtis laid Marie on the bed so her head was just off the edge and climbed between her legs. He lifted her legs and held them over his shoulders and entered her quick and deep. Before she could say anything Marcus pulled her head back and stuck his cock down her throat while standing on the floor.
Curtis fucked Marie hard. “Damn Frank, you have one hell of whore here, this bitch really would do anything for you,” he told me.
I was filled with pride watching as my wife took on these two monsters like a champ.
“What do you think Curtis, we give this bitch the Cum fall?” Marcus asked. “She’s fuckin perfect for that.”
Curtis laughed, circling to look at me. “Hey Frank, this slut like cum.”
“I’m, wha… why,” I stammered.
Curtis laughed and continued pounding my wife, breathing heavy. “I guess we gonna find out.”
Marcus smirked. “Ohhh shit, she gonna love this.”
Curtis picked up his pace and started grunting, then all of a sudden he pulled out of my wife, pulled her forward on the bed, Marcus’ cock popping out of her mouth as she slid back. Curtis stood directly above Marie pointing is cock downward at Marie’s face.
“What are you doing?” Marie said, staring up at Curtis.
I started jerking furiously, Curtis was about cum on my wife while standing above her. I’ve never been allowed to cum on Marie’s face despite asking all the time. These guys were amazing, this was better than and porno I’d ever seen.
Curtis groaned and shot a steady stream of cum on Marie’s face. Her face cringed as cum rained down on her forehead and in her hair, steams continued hitting her in both eyes and going into her mouth as she tried to protest. “Look at your filthy slut taking that cumshot, Frank. You like that baby?”
As I filmed from the end of the bed I couldn’t hold out anymore and shot my seed on the floor.
Marie’s eyes were glued shut covered by Curtis’ cum as he stepped off the bed, she reached up and asked for a towel.
Marcus smirked. “Not yet whore I got another load for you first.” He threw Marie’s legs over his shoulders, grabbed her arms so she couldn’t wipe her face and plunged his 9 inch dick deep into Marie’s swollen pussy as she screamed in pain and pleasure.
I kept filming, zooming in on my wife’s face and then out to see Marcus pounding away relentlessly. Curtis returned from the bathroom with a small wash cloth that he was using to wipe his cock off. “I didn’t miss anything yet did I,” he said as he watched Marcus.
Marcus pumped away for a couple more minutes and then followed Curtis’ lead and pulled out of Marie and quickly scrambled up and stood on the bed with his feet on either side of my wife’s shoulders with his giant cock pointed downward. “Here comes your treat whore.” Sperm fell from his cock like a fountain adding to Curtis’ load.
Marie spit and turned her head as Marcus’ spunk covered her face again. When he finished Marcus dropped to his knees, Marie’s lips parted and accepted his cock and he commanded, “clean my shit off, bitch.”
Curtis grinned. “Get that camera in here Frank, you need this shot, your bitch is covered in cum like the dirty whore she is.”
I rushed over my pants still around my thighs, my semi-hard cock still out. I got a close up of my wife’s face covered in the two guys cum with Marcus sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.
Marcus stood, shaking out any remaining drops on to Marie. Curtis tossed him his wash cloth, he thoroughly wiped his dick with it and then dropped the cloth on Marie’s face and stepped off the bed.
I continued filming as she wiped her face with the soiled wash cloth and then stopped the video and pulled up my pants.
The guys got dressed and headed for the door as Marie sat up in the bed continuing to wipe her face.
“Goddamn that bitch was a lot of fun,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “Thanks Frank.”
“Yeah,” Curtis added, smirking. “Let us know when we can do this again.”
The hotel room felt different now, quieter, heavier. The air, thick with the scent of sweat and sex, had lost its heat. The door clicked shut behind Curtis and Marcus, their laughter still audible from the hallway. It was done.
I let out a shaky breath, my heart still hammering, my body thrumming with adrenaline. I turned to Marie, expecting… I don’t know what. Gratitude? Excitement? Something to match the euphoria still coursing through me.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to me, her bare shoulders rising and falling with each breath. The dim glow from the nightstand lamp traced along her skin, but she looked small now, shrunken into herself.
“Marie…” I murmured, stepping closer.
She flinched.
I hesitated, my stomach twisting. “Babe, that was… that was incredible, right?” I reached out, resting a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away like I’d burned her.
“Don’t.” Her voice was hoarse, raw.
I recoiled. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
She let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “What’s wrong?” She turned to me, cum still visible in her hair, eyes red, mascara smudged beneath them. “Are you serious?”
My euphoria wavered, a tension beginning in my stomach. “I thought… I thought you liked it, you seemed like you liked it?”
Marie exhaled deeply and pressed her hands against her face before looking back up at me. “I don’t know what I liked. I don’t even know what the hell just happened.” Her voice cracked. “All I just know I feel like a piece of fucking meat.”
My mouth opened, but no words came out.
She stood, grabbing the hotel robe off the chair and wrapping it around herself like armor. “I let it happen because I love you,” she said, her voice shaking. “Because I wanted to make you happy. But now? Now, I feel disgusting.”
I swallowed hard. The room felt like it was closing in. This wasn’t how this was supposed to feel.
Marie turned away, hands trembling as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. “I’m taking a shower,” she muttered. “Alone.”
I watched her disappear into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.
Slowly, I sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, the echoes of what just happened crashing down all at once.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
