[This is fiction. It’s a long-form version of how I fantasise about they way my wife is introduced to BBC]
This is the story of my wife’s transformation into being a BBC slut. It’s also about how you can never plan everything out in advance and the risk of getting more than you wished for.
My name is Nick, 44, and my wife is Joanna, 41, and together we have a seven year old *******. We have been together for about 15 years and married for ten. We lead pretty normal life. We are active, we travel a lot, and make sure to have fun as much as possible. Our marriage is great in many aspects. We really love each other, share the same values, and communicate well in general. Our careers are going well and live a good life. Basically, we have our ******* together.
Our sex was the exception. It had never been great in the sense that we never did do it very often. In the beginning of the relationship we had sex two, three times a month. As the years passed it slowed down and after having a baby our sex life was practically non-existent. The lack of sex and intimacy was always been a point of contention for me. I wanted it way more than Jo and she just didn't have the same drive. I came to accept it for the most part but sometimes felt resentment towards her. I would bring up the topic when feeling angry. Of course, I knew that fighting about wanting to have sex had the opposite effect. But I just couldn’t help myself sometimes. I would have feelings inadequacy, thinking that maybe she wasn’t attracted to me anymore. It ultimately would send me down a path of thoughts, which we’ll get to later.
Jo, in turn, would sometimes say that she didn’t feel attractive anymore. She had put on a few extra pounds over the years and I think having a baby had a negative effect on her self-image.
Now let me tell you, Jo is very attractive. She has a petit frame and is about 5’3” tall. While she has a little muffin top, you’d never say that she’s overweight, that’s crazy. With brown hair and sharp facial features, she kind of looks like an early version of the actress Gina Gershon. She takes care of herself and looks younger than the 41 years that she is. She has small boobs and toned legs with a sexy and curvy butt, due to her being acthletic and sporty in her youth. Just describing Jo like turns me on. She has a corporate gig fairly, high up in the food chain, so she always dresses professional yet feminine and with personal flair. Jo also has an obsession with designer frames. So she kind of looks like an expensive hot librarian.
As any regular dude, I had always been into sex. I watched porn on the internet since it came online. From the beginning I had a pretty varied diet in terms of what I was into. Young girls, older women, mills, threesomes, DP’s, you name it, it was the usual stuff. At some point years ago, I discovered interracial porn and quickly it became the majority of my porn consumption. Watching big muscular black guys fucking small blonde women into oblivion aroused me like nothing else. I caught myself wondering if this stuff was racist. It also felt a little cliché. I just couldn’t stop watching the stuff and built up a huge library of videos over time. Similar to many other men that share this interest, I was turned on by the taboo aspect of it. It was the contrast in skin color, the recurring scenario of a woman’s first encounter with a black cock, and that she was being fucked in ways she had never experienced before.
Over time, my tastes evolved away from the professional videos (blacked.com and all the websites that came before it). I found myself thinking that the porn stars were too attractive, in the conventional sense. Also, I was more attracted to women my own age over 19-year old girls anyway. Ultimately, the videos didn’t feel real, which of course they never were either. I gave them all up when I discovered the amateur interracial videos on Pornhub. Watching “regular” women getting pounded by black cock was hotter than anything else. It was “uglier”, messier, and it looked REAL. Watching videos of normal white women fucking black guys, was mind-blowing. In the beginning I watched everything I could find but found that my favourite videos involved married women (often filmed by their husbands no less!). If the wife verbally expressed how big her lover was or how she never been fucked like that before, the better it was. Without thinking it then, I was also getting off on the humiliation.
I honestly don’t know when I first articulated the thought of Joanna becoming a hotwife but “bbc wife” was my go-to search therm and eventually I was filtering out videos with women of brown hair and similar body types to Jo’s. I even downloaded videos and made my own cuts where I edited out any faces being shown. All in the spirit of tricking my brain that it was Jo in the video. But I would also collect videos where I imagined the women to be of similar type; in the their 40s, put together career women who would never turn dirty. Yet there they were, in a hotel room somewhere, being transformed into bbc sluts and dominated by their black lovers.
I quickly became consumed with the idea of Jo fucking a black guy. I read up on hotwifing and cuckoldry, registered myself on online forums to look at amateur videos and pics but also to learn more about the lifestyle. I even uploaded nude photos of Jo, cropping out her face. She had let me take photos of her ages ago and receiving likes and sometimes lewd comments on the them got me off quickly. It felt like getting close to the real deal. Of course it was really nothing as Jo had no idea about this.
I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe Jo lost interest in sex because I wasn’t that good at it? I mean who’s good at something you do once per year. I could make her come, and always by going down on her. We both enjoyed sex when we had it, me more than her of obviously. But perhaps it wasn’t good enough for her to want more? Was I not attractive to her? Maybe not man enough? I had self-punishing thoughts like ‘maybe she needs another man to really fuck her good and show her what sex can be’. I got off on the thought of a built black guy fucking her like a real man and taking her to new levels of pleasure. She would be awaken as a sexual being. As a consequence, she would enjoy sex with me more, be wilder in bed, and I would still allow her to fuck other men. I would fantasise about her having a black lover that she would prefer over me. Perhaps she would even see him without me being present. That thought of humiliation and dreaming of Jo having a dominant black lover could make me cum in seconds.
OK, so many months later on a Friday night. We had a nice evening with a dinner at home. We continued drinking wine after putting our ******* to bed and now we were both a little tipsy in bed getting ready to sleep. “Can I tell you something?” I blurted out. In my mind I had played out what my next sentence a hundred times. I suddenly got very nervous. “Yeah, what is it?” Jo asked me as she flicked through a magazine. “Uhh, well...” I hesitated. Fuck it, I was just gonna say it, I thought to myself. “Yeah, so I had kind of a weird dream the other night… and there were a lot of things going on but...” I was lying. “But there was this one moment where you were having sex with a black guy.“ “Okay... “ she said. Now she looked straight at me with a frown on her face. “Yeah, I don’t know but it was kinda hot and, yeah I was turned on by the idea.” Silence. “Wait, you want me sleep with someone else?” She’s was clearly annoyed and I didn't know how to follow up. “Jesus, Nick!” She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. “Are you being serious? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
She returned a couple of minutes later. “That is not going to happen.” She was calmer but still angry. “I can’t believe you would say that. Why would you want me to fuck someone else, and why specifically a black guy?” “It was just a dream and…” “And you have obviously been thinking about it!” she interrupted me. “Look” I continued. “I didn’t want to upset you. I’m sorry, I’m not saying I want that.” This was my second lie. “But I just wanted to see your reaction.” “Right.” she scoffed at me. “Well, now you know.” She turned the lights out and away from me in bed.
I wasn’t surprised by her reaction but still felt a little discouraged. Not all women are into this idea and it could very well be that Jo was one of them. I was still thrilled that I’ve had the courage to broach the subject. The next few weeks went on as normal. We didn’t talk about my “dream” again. She didn’t bring it up again and I certainly was going to. I had to figure something else out.
One evening, we were at a cocktail bar in town, having a ******* before meeting some friends for dinner. We were sitting at the crowded bar and chatting about an upcoming vacation when a guy showed up and took the empty seat next to Joanna. He said a polite “hello” and then sat down staring at his iPhone. I noticed that he was black. His head was shaved and he wore a suit. I was thinking that probably works in finance and… “Ow!" Jo kicked me hard in the shin. She had caught me staring at the guy and mouthed “stop!” She had a look on her face of being embarrassed. The guy looked up I just laughed it it off and said sorry. I forgot what we were talking about prior but my mind started churning. Clearly she had been thinking about our awkward conversation from a month ago. Who knows in what context, but enough to remember it in this exact moment. Had I started something?
When we left the bar I laughed and asked her why she kicked me. We walked down the street. "Oh come on, you know why. I know what you were thinking.” She pretended to be upset. “What?!" I asked. "It was embarrassing!” “Him? He had NO idea" I replied. “And don’t worry about it. Why, did you find him attractive?" I teased her. "Yeah, sure." She paused. "I mean, YOU looked at him more than I did, but of course he was. He was sexy.” I was quiet as we kept walking. I looked over at her to say something. "No, Nick. It’s not gonna happen!” She was serious now. "I’m not into the idea and I don’t understand why you would think that’s ok."
A couple of nights later we were in bed having sex, on her initiative no less. Coincidence? I don’t know. We hadn’t had sex in forever and her taking an active role was very unusual. I was on top of her after having tongued her to an orgasm. Enjoying every second of it, I was focused on prolonging my own finish. She was just so fucking hot and beautiful and it’s been so long since last time. I was fucking her at a safe pace that I knew I could contain myself for at least a few more minutes. Perhaps she wanted me to finish because suddenly she pulled my head into a kiss and then whispered in my ear. "Are you still thinking of me with another man? Did you want me to fuck that guy from ‘Mixologie'?”
Within seconds I erupted inside her. It was an orgasm that took me by surprise. I temporarily lost my mind but what had gotten into her? After I was done pushing myself into Jo as hard as I could, she freed herself and we both laid on the bed panting. She started giggling. "Wow, you’re unbelievable" she said. "I had no idea you were such a perv, you really want to be a cuck that bad?" She was taunting me now. Who was she? It was thrilling to hear her talk like this but I was in shock. Wait? "What do you know about cucks?" I was staring at her now. She turned her head towards me on the pillow. "Oh, I’ve been reading about it.” She had a smirk on her face and continued. “You’re not the only freak out there. It seems to be a real thing. Don’t know if it’s for me but it’s kinda sexy to read about these women having lovers... with the husbands approval.” “Oh yeah? Tell me more.” My heart was racing and I was getting hard again. "I don’t know really, it’s just hot. Something purely sexual about it.” she replied. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
We started having sex more frequently, about once a week, which for us was a big change. It was a great time, I felt a stronger connection to Jo and we both seemed happier for it. Talking freely about her fictive lover added spice to our sex life and we both said things during sex, teasing each other. We were both getting off on this fantasy now and I was surprised how quickly she had come around to it. Things progressed and we even started watching interracial porn together on the laptop in bed. It was thrilling to watching her reaction. She was getting turned on and was very intrigued in particular about wives taking BBC for the first time. Almost always, we would end in us having sex and I noticed a big difference in how horny and wet Jo was. In the heat of the moment she expressed how badly she wanted to be one of those wives, which I of course loved hearing. We started spending time in online forums, looking at user photos and reading posts etc. Sometimes it felt surreal. I couldn’t believe the change in her sexuality and attitude. I used to think she was boring, sexually speaking, but now she was this horny hot milf who encourage my fantasy of her fucking someone else.
Things had gotten far enough that I was considering confessing that I had uploaded photos of Jo to one of the sites. Finally I did and it didn’t go down well. She got SUPER pissed, told me I was a fucking idiot, asked me for how long they been there and demanded that I take them down immediately. She had a point, I guess, in that it was a betrayaI of sorts. I was apologetic and tried to calm her down by saying that nobody knew it was her. I had cropped out her face and besides, the photos were really sexy. Other people thought so too. I said that they all had a bunch of likes and a some guys had even left comments. "Like what?" she asked, still pissed. "What are they saying?” I pulled up the website. "Well, for this photo, the guy wants to put his face right in there” The screen was a close up of her pussy. "And this other one, he says your body is built for BBC and that he would love to fuck you.” "Let me see" she said and took my laptop. "He said that? This is the guy?" She clicked on his profile to see the photos. The screen filled up with thumbnails of black dicks and a couple of full body shots. The guy in question was muscular and had an impressive cock. She browsed through the photos with big eyes. “Wow. That’s kinda flattering." Then she remembered that she was angry and handed me back the laptop. "Don’t fucking do that again! No more photos without asking me!"
Joanna got over the photo debacle. She realised that there was no privacy issue and she eventually turned excited over her naked body being out there for everyone to see. She kept asking to see the site again repeatedly and every time someone liked a photo, Jo would look at the profile and any images of the guy in question. Like I had before her, she went the rabbit hole and spent more time looking at photos of people fucking, black cocks, read posts from couples searching for a bull. It had become our nightly routine. We would lie in bed at night and identify what things turned us on and discuss why etc.
She was looking at couple’s post. “Should we do one? I mean, should we write that we are interested in a ‘bull’”? I swallowed out of excitement. “It would be fun!” she continued. “We can say that we’re looking, but be honest about expectations et cetera but... I don’t know, would it be a turn on to see if anyone is interested?” Holy *******. This was crazy. “Yes, I would love to do that. Right now?” I asked, although I wanted to fuck her right now. “Let’s draft it now and we can post it later” she suggested. We had crazy sex that night and ended up finalising our message the following day. It was simple and short. In essence, we explained that we were interested in finding a BBC for the wife, that we were new to the lifestyle and nervous about actually going through with it but that we would love to chat. We provided details of where we live as well as a new photo of Jo’s naked body.
We published the post and waited. It wasn’t long before the comments started coming in. Mostly from men in other cities that said that if they were ever in town they would love to service my wife. Some left vulgar comments of how they would like to fuck Jo, own her pussy, how she was built for BBC etc. We both got off on all the activity and Jo was really loving the attention. We exchanged messages with a couple of men but both parties were just teasing each other.
We let the post sit there and together we checked it regularly. In the meantime I was on logging in constantly, hungry for feedback.
One day I went online and saw a new message pop up. It was from a guy named Mark. He live in London but said that he sometimes came to our city for business and asked if we would be interested in meeting him next time. He said he like what he saw and if we did too, he would like to get to know us. It was a short message, a polite inquiry really without it being sexual. Mark was well-spoken and his apprach didn’t feel aggressive or lewd. I felt a jolt of excitement go through my body and I quickly went to his profile. He had a bunch of photos on there, it was a mix of selfies, naked selfies, and shots of him, presumably, fucking white women. Was this really happening? Mark was a good looking guy. He appeared to be in his forties, was athletic and had an impressive looking cock. He had a bald head and a thinly trimmed goatee. He also had a tattoo on his chest but I couldn’t make out of what. Jo would be totally into this.
I was trembling when I messaged her to tell her to check out the latest message. I also added "Do it right away, you won’t regret it." A few minutes later my phone pings. "OMG! What are we gonna do?" I assumed she was excited, and her reaction was clear, she was interested. She must have liked the photos too. "I’ll message him back" I replied. "No, wait. What are you gonna say?" "IDK, that we are interested if the opportunity comes?" I hit send. She responded instantly. "Are we though? Are you? I can’t think right now… but this would change things. Let’s talk more when I get home. Gotta go, LUV U."
That afternoon I got nothing done at work. I kept drafting responses in my head and playing out how the back and forth would lead to us meeting Mark. Eventually, the evening came and after talking it through we replied to him. It was a simple response considering how much time we had spent on it. We basically introduced ourselves and thanked him for reaching out. We said that we could be interested too. The reply came a few minutes later. Great, he told us. Actually, he coming to town for a work meeting, on a Friday three weeks for now and was thinking of staying the weekend. He would like to meet us on that weekend.
"Three weeks? He’s coming here!" Jo gasped. He also asked for a photo of Jo, that included her face. We didn’t want to send a nude photo (you never know where they might end up). I sent him one of her professional headshots and said that this is what Jo looks like during daytime, along with a smiley. The response came almost immediately. "WOW, you look gorgeous Joanna! So sexy and professional, I love it. If things go the way I hope, I can’t wait to get to know the nighttime you!” He also added a smiley. We were stunned with excitement. That night we went to bed and had sex two times in a row, which had never happened before.
Over the next weeks we had almost daily correspondence with Mark. We learned that he was actually from NYC but was living in London as an expat. He worked as an advertising executive, hence all the work travel, and was living by himself. He was divorced and didn’t have children. Mark wanted to know things about us too. Apart from the general life stuff he inquired about how long we had been thinking about this lifestyle. We reiterated that this was a new thing for us and that we had no prior experience. We also added that we both were a bit hesitant and nervous about following through.
Mark was comforting and explained that there was no pressure at all. He was experienced and said he would take the lead on the night in question. He had introduced couples to this lifestyle before. Sometimes it doesn’t work out for whatever reason but that’s fine too. It takes a strong couple to let the wife be with another man and said that he admired us for being open to new experiences. I was aware of his non-pressure strategy, but it also relaxed me. Though he talked dirty too. He’d say how sexy Joanna was and how he had been thinking about fucking her since he saw our post. He would also address Jo directly. “If it’s up to me Joanna, I’m gonna own you in bed and fuck you in ways that hubby can only dream of.” It was shocking at first but those messages had the desired effect. Jo didn’t get verbal about it with me but I knew her silence was a form of approval and that she was into it.
The days leading up to our rendezvous-vous, we did our best to live normals lives. But it was clear that this fantasy-cum-reality was consuming our minds, or at least mine. I tried to remain calm, to not overthink it and keep an open mind just to avoid any potential disappointments. Jo decided she wanted to detox, cut back on the wine and carbs. I knew she was self-conscious about her body and she wanted to lose a couple of extra pounds before our date. In the meantime, the sex was incredible. We didn’t speak about Mark, there was no need to as we both knew what the other was thinking. Not talking about him and what he was gonna do to her made the tension stronger and fuelled both of our sex drives. We fucked almost every night at this point.
We had decided to meet at Mark's hotel. It was in the business district and it had cozy yet casual after-work bar. Were things to go well, "it would be a short commute to his room”, in his own words. On that Friday we received a message: "Hey guys, just making sure we are still on for tonight. I wanna reiterate that there’s no pressure from my end, I know this is your first time. I already know I will want Joanna in my bed, but if there’s no chemistry then no harm. See you at 7 pm!”
I’ve must have read it 15 times. As usual, I messaged Jo to tell her about it. A moment later she calls me up. "Hey, it’s me.” She pauses. "So… what are you thinking about all this?" "Well, I… well what are you thinking?" "Are we actually gonna do this, Nick?” She sounded nervous. "If we go there then it’s kinda the point of no return." My heart sank. "No, it doesn’t have to be" I said. "You read his message yourself, there’s no pressure. No pressure from me either by the way, but baby, he totally wants you. Let’s just go and see how we get on, I’m sure it will be great." “Yeah.” She paused. “Okay". “Yeah, listen, we have already planned everything out. Let’s just go for drinks and see how we feel, ok?” "Ok, we’ll do it then. Thanks. I guess. Love you, talk later."
Jo got home a little earlier that evening. We got dressed, drank some wine and had dinner with our ******* before the babysitter showed up. Naturally, we weren’t about to talk about tonight but the air felt electric. We were both dressed up for a night out. Jo was very a black dress and high heels. Nothing provocative but to me she looked sexy as hell. Underneath she had a new bra and panties of the sexier kind but it still wasn’t a slutty look. I could tell she felt really good about her outfit. We said our goodbyes and headed out.
Our Uber pulled up to the hotel. "Oh my god, I’m really nervous now" Jo said. "What if he doesn’t like how I look? Is it dangerous, we don’t know him?” I felt a little shaky too but tried to remain calm. "What? Stop it. You look stunning and he’s gonna love it. And it will be fine, I’m there with you” I told her as we walked into the building. We had been here many times before so we took the shortcut past the lobby. It was 7.30 pm and the bar wasn't very busy. Then we saw him. Mark was getting up from a leather sofa in the middle of the room, coming towards us. "Hey guys! You must be Joanna and Nick, so nice to meet you." He gave Joanna a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "My god, you’re even prettier in real life! Please sit down." He guided Jo to his sofa and asked me to sit down in the chair next to it.
A waitress came over to take our order as we were doing small talk. The atmosphere felt awkward in the beginning. Mark could tell that we were on edge. "Listen guys, just relax. Let’s have some drinks and just get to know each other.” He kept easing us into the situation but I lost focus on his words. I was envisioning Jo and him together.
"So, how do you like living in the city?" he asked us. He was commanding our mutual space but was also oddly comforting. It was clear this wasn’t his first time. Over the next couple of hours we talked about life in general, normal stuff like how the two of use met, how we got to where we were, family, work, vacations. Jo and Mark were in similar creative industries so there was a lot of professional overlap to discuss. I was struck by how confident Mark is. He has made Jo totally at ease and they were acting like work colleagues or old friend. You might even think that THEY were the couple. They were deeply engaged in conversation and while I was participating, I started to feel left out. The bar had filled up with people by now and I wondered if anyone else could see what was going on here. "You ok?" Jo squeezed my hand smiling at me. “Sorry, we got caught up in something. Are you having a good time?” She gave me a caring look. "Yes, absolutely. Sorry I was just lost in thought. Are you good?" I asked. She nods her head and smiles. Mark turned his attention to me. "Man, you’re a lucky guy Nick. Your wife is a catch. She is funny and intelligent… and also sexy as hell.” He laughed. "Sorry for being blunt, honey.” Jo just smiled back and touched his arm.
"So, listen." Mark continued. "I feel like we have hit it off” he winked at Jo "and I would love to invite you to my room if you’re up for it.” He looked at both of us and he had our attention. "Here’s what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna leave this here." He put the white room key on the table in front of us. “It's 503. I’m gonna go up to my room and wait for you. You can decide if you want to join me, and no hard feelings if not." He leaned into us and said in a quieter voice: "I’m mister nice guy down here” he smirked. “Well I’m always nice of course, but in the bedroom I’m very dominant. I’m in charge.” Even though we didn’t say a word he knew we got the message. He looked directly at me. “You get to watch us but that’s it. That’s the only way this works.” I felt submissive.
He leaned over to whisper something in Joanna’s ear, gave her a kiss on the check before reaching over to shake my hand. "I hope to see you both again soon.” He got up and left.
We remained sitting in silence for half a minute. Damn he’s good, I thought to myself. He could’ve just given us the room number but handing us a key makes for better drama. I looked over at Jo. She had a serious look on her face, like when she had to make a decision. Maybe there was also a trace of lust?. "So… what do you want to do? I ask her. Do you wanna go up there?” Silence. She was breathing heavily and looked up at me. "Yes. Yes I do.” I felt like I was punched in the stomach. The feelings were complex, like a delicate mix of arousal and jealousy. This was happening. Jo had decided to be with Mark. I got tingles of inferiority. It was them tonight, it was my wife and Mark.
Emboldened by having said it out loud, she handed the card before standing up. "Here, you take it.” Mark had already put the drinks on his room so we headed directly toward the elevator. We walked in silence. It was the first time standing up all evening and now I felt the effects of the alcohol. In the elevator, I asked what he’d whispered to her. “What? No, it was nothing.” She pressed number 5. “No, tell me, what did he say?” She hesitated. “He said ‘I know you want it and I will fuck you tonight'.” I leaned back against the wall. Just hearing her repeat his words made he hard. She turned to me and kissed me. “I love you” she said, “Thanks for doing this.”
My head was spinning. It was our course the alcohol but also the thought of what was gonna. This feels different from the fantasy I thought as we found Mark’s room. I wasn’t regretting this but I was giving my wife to another man and I felt uneasy and yet extremely aroused. "Do we knock or use the card" I said to myself. "Give it here" Jo grabbed the card and unlocked the door.
“Hello?” We step inside. “Well, that was quick!” Mark greeted us in the small hallway with a big smile. He was wearing the hotel’s bathrobe. “I know you’d show up and you won’t regret it, darling.” He spoke directly to Jo now, and gave her a kiss on the lips. She responded and they started making out right there. Her coat dropped to the floor. Mark grabbed her ass and pull her into his groin. He motioned her to follow her into the room.
I looked inside. It was a small but like most normal rooms there was a queen size bed and a office table with a TV mounted above. The chair has been moved to the corner of the room. Mark ordered me to sit down as he was unbuttoning Jo’s white blouse. They continued making out and Jo got more courageous. Her hands were rubbing his chest and I could them moving inside the robe as she was grabbing Mark’s ass. The robe came undone. Looking down she gasped. "Oh my god, it’s huge!” Mark was pleased. “Better believe honey. And it’s all yours.” She started rubbing his cock. It was an incredible sight. This big black man standing over my wife as she tried to make sense of what was in her hands. Jo looked over at me and I instinctually nodded. Could she see how horny I was? I don’t think she was asking for my approval but she had it regardless. Mark was all over her now. The blouse was on the floor and he unsnapped her bra.
She broke free from his mouth and asked if he wanted her to suck him. She immediately blushed. "Fuck yeah, that’s why you’re here." he laughed. She got down on her knees, still in her pants. Her face was now inches away from his erect cock. It looked like 8 or 9 inches and was perfectly straight and thick. She looked mesmerised as she jerked it slowly. "Oh my god" She sighed. "I’m not sure how to do this." Mark wasn’t gonna wait any longer, grabbed her head with one hand guided his cock with the other toward her lips. She opened her mouth wide and let him in. She could only fit his head and I could tell she was working out how to please him. “Mmmmph”. Her mouth plopped, she sucked it in again, licking the head. Mark was grunting with eyes closed. She alternated by licking his shaft down to his balls. Mark was all veins and rock hard at this point. By the sounds of his grunting I could tell he was loving it. Mark started talking dirty. "That’s right honey, you’re so good at this. I knew you would be a slut for black dick.” He groaned. “She’s a pro. Put my balls in your mouth." A feeling of jealousy washed over me. She’s never sucked me like this, she’s never wanted to, not like this. There was an obsessive nature to her actions. She adored his cock and was making love to it with her face. "You’re so big. I can’t believe I’m doing this." She says catching her breath. She gave me a quick glance. “It’s so hot. I love your cock.” She got off on talking dirty back. She continued servicing him for a few more minutes. Mark looked over my way with a smug face. He made me feel self-conscious and embarrassed to watch, like a little perv. He knew this and let out a silent laugh. He knew I was getting off on my wife sucking another man.
He interrupted Jo and lifted her up to the bed. "You’re gonna make me come to fast, woman.” She wiped the saliva of her chin. He orders her to get undressed. “Why don’t you let hubby help you." He called me over and I helped her pull off her pants. “Is this what you want?” she asked. Jo and I lock eyes. I suddenly felt embarrassed allowing this to happen. “Yes” I was shaking. Meanwhile, Mark was standing right next to me slowly stroking his wet cock. I could smell him and the whole situation felt surreal. “Your wife is a natural. I’m gonna love fucking her.” He said as I helped her wiggle out of her underwear. In my hand I felt how wet they panties were. She must be soaked I thought. She lied on the bed waiting. I so badly wanted to fuck her right then but knew it wasn’t my turn.
I sat back down and Mark started to rub her clit. Jo let out a moan as he’s probing her with two fingers. "Damn, you’re ready to go. I was gonna eat your pussy but we’ll save that for later.” He stood up. "Black cock turns you on, huh?” He teased her. Mark grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Okay baby, here we go.” He put her legs up against his shoulders. He was in position, rubbing his tip against her pussy. Jo squirmed with eyes closed and mouth open. Mark looked over at me and smirked. We both knew this was the moment. He returned his attention to Jo and slowly began to push into her. The reaction was immediate. "Oh fuck! Oh god, no it’s too big! I can’t!" Jo was screaming and pushing away from his torso with her hands. “Stop!” Mark paused with the head of his cock still inside her. "Do you trust me?” He was speaking with a tender voice Jo nodded and whimpered. “Good. We are gonna take it real slow, honey. We have all night. I know it hurts a little in the beginning time, but just relax. Once you are used to me and I’m fully inside you, I promise to take you to heaven.” Jo nodded and Mark started kissing her again. For the next minute he worked his big cock into her, inch by inch. “Uuunngghh… aaahhhh!” Jo was moaning and panting the whole way through. If she hadn't wrapped her legs around his back, I would have thought there was purely pain and no pleasure. "Damn, your pussy is tight. Fuck..." Mark grunted and was almost all the way inside her now. “You love black dick, don’t you honey. You fucking love it, I know you do.” He reached under her back and grabbed her by the shoulders. He had her in a lock now and then, in one unexpected move, he pushed all the way inside her with *******. "Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Jo let out a loud scream but Mark had her in his grip. He pushed with all his weight grinding into her pussy and Jo’s went from shock to pleasure and her body started convulsing. She’s had nowhere to go. Her face was contorting into a silent scream. She was coming so hard, gasping for air. "Yeeaah, that’s it’s baby, thaaat’s it, come on my dick!" Jo was still shaking. Her voice returned, screaming out her orgasm but Mark was not letting go one millimetre . She grabbed his head and stared sucking his face in a passionate kiss as she was grinding her pelvis against his.
The sight was fucking incredible, almost violent, my wife coming on this black cock. The fantasy was nothing compared to seeing this reaction. Jo was calming down and Mark let go of her shoulders. His cock was still completely buried inside her. Mark looked straight at her but was talking to me. "I bet she’s never come like that for hubby?” I was still in a daze from what I just witnessed. He was never expecting an answer from me, but before I had a chance to reply Jo opened her mouth “No. Never. My god. I had no idea it could…” She's was panting. ”Baby, we’re just getting started. I’m really gonna fuck you now and you won’t know what hit you." They kissed again. Mark gave her no chance to recover. He slowly started moving himself in and out of her. They upped the temp, still in missionary style, kissing passionately. She was so swollen and Mark’s cock was shiny, coated in her cum. They rhythmically worked together in harmony.
Jo was whimpering and moaning this whole time. It was getting hot in the room and the two lovers were sticky from the sweat. If someone were to walk into the room, the smell of sex would’ve hit them like a wall. After another ten or so minutes (I don’t know, time was a blur) I could tell that Jo was getting close again. Mark noticed as well and put her legs back up on his shoulders. Now, he was truly fucking her like a bull, pulling his cock almost all the way out before ramming it inside her again. It was like a PornHub video and I think I came in my pants at this point. My sweet wife was being fucked to oblivion. How could she withstand this beating? He kept a firm and steady pace and I was blown away by his stamina. How was he not coming yet? Jo was his match though and they were in perfect unison. I didn’t know she could fuck like this.
"Talk to me, baby." He’s egged her own. "It feels. Good… I.. fuck… god, this is. Can't." She was incoherent. "You like my black dick? Tell me you how much you love it.” He pounded her even harder now. The headboard was bouncing against the wall. Mark was like a machine, only focused on making her come again. "Yes… I love it, I love. Your cock! Fuck. Me... ahhh!" She dug her nails into his back and pulled him into a kiss. Their mouths interlocked as the spasms began flowing through her body. I heard her muffled moans as Mark pressed down his cock into her. She came a second time. She was in a state, still trembling and coming down from her orgasm when Mark told her to turn around on all fours. I knew he was gonna finish in this position.
As she shifted around on the bed she looked at me. Her whole body was flushed. Her face was sweaty and the makeup ruined. I couldn’t read her eyes. Was it lust? Exhaustion? Or maybe contempt? How could I let another man fuck her… and like this no less? I felt like a pervert sitting in that chair.
Before I knew it she was facing the headboard. Mark positioned himself right behind her. “There it is. The ass I’ve been jerking off to online. God damn, you sexy woman”. Jo’s pussy was wide open. He aimed his cock and pushed all the way in, balls deep. It was easy this time. “Ahhhh. Fuuuuuck yeah”. He stayed there a moment. He pulled out and pushed back in again. There was a squelching sound as he re-entered her. “Fuck yeah... This is a black dick pussy now! She’s broken in.” He stayed there for a moment relishing in the fact. Jo was whimpering. “Please. Don’t stop”. Mark was happy to oblige. He took a firm grip of her ass and started pounding her. The sound of slapping sweaty flesh was loud and after a minute or two Mark was grunting harder. I loved finishing off inside Jo from behind and it seemed like Mark has was the same. He let go of her hips and grabbed her by boobs, squeezing and pinching them. Jo was taking it all. He was pushing her down into the mattress with his weight She squirmed as he was grinding his cock deep into her. I couldn’t make out who was coming first, it was like they were trying to scream over each other. Could he possibly fuck her like this way for much longer? “Uhhhhhggnnng!!” He let out a deep grunt as he shot his load deep inside my wife. “Uhh, I can feel you come!” Jo reached back to pull his ass closer. “Ahhhhh, fuck!” He collapsed on top of her. “Fuck… God damn… you feel so good woman.” He’s was panting, licking her ear and kissing her neck. I worried that he’s crushed her with his weight but I heard her breathing heavily saying “thank you”.
They stayed like that for a minute before Mark pulled out of her and flopped down next to her on the bed. His cum was coming out of her. She was still on her stomach recovering. Mark’s cock and sweaty pubes were soaked in juices. I’m was still absorbing what I have just seen and I’m wasn’t sure what to do. Should I go check on Jo? I felt like a different woman was on that bed now. “I almost forgot you where here. What did hubby think?” Mark looked at me. He was playing with his cock, probably just to make me uncomfortable. “Did you enjoy watching your woman getting fucked like this?” Wether or not this was part of an act, I was getting off on the humiliating tone. “Looks like you had a good time too! Your pants!”. I looked down at the mess, the crotch was wet from my own cum.
“Alright, enough playing” he said and got up. "I’m gonna go to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll let the two of you catch up”. I walked over and sat down next to my wife. Jo turned her head towards me. I just wanted to fuck her. She was exhausted but her face was radiating. “Hi, honey.” She’s was so sexy and I felt a weird sense of pride. “Are you upset with me?” She asked. “No! No, honey. That was so fucking sexy and I love you so much.” I put my hand on her ass and it was cold and clammy from the sweat. “I admit, I’m a little jealous that he can do that to you though”. Jo sighs deeply. “My god, it was incredible. I haven’t –“. She stops herself. “It’s ok, I totally get it” I said. "This is what I wanted. Is this what you wanted?” She got embarrassed and buried her head in the pillow. I reached down to finger her pussy. Somewhere I had read the sensation of another man’s cum in your wife feels like a warm jar of honey. I stuck two fingers in. "“You will still fuck me though, right?” I say half-jokingly. “Ow!” She was of course tender down there shifted her body away from me. “Sorry, just give me a minute”. She looked at me again. “That was wonderful. Thanks for letting him have me”.
The shower came on in the bathroom. “Joanna, come join me in the shower!” Mark called. She made her way up to a sitting position, gaining her balance. “Do you mind? I should probably clean up.” I motioned that it was okay. She got up, gave me a deep kiss before going in. The door closed behind her. I couldn’t make out what they were talking about but heard muffled laughter and giggling. I was still sitting on the bed. I looked down at the sheets. There was still fresh cum smeared out in the wet spot. I rubbed it with my fingers wondering how much was still inside Jo.
The shower was still running but they were quiet now. I’m not sure how long I just sat there but I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to see what was going on but was afraid to open the door. I looked at my watch, it was getting late. I thought 'at some point soon we need to get home for our babysitter'.
The shower stopped. Silence. After I moment I thought I could hear Jo. There were quiet whimpering and moans. Where they fucking again? Was he licking her? I stood up outside the bathroom door listening. There was some movement in there but I couldn’t make sense of it. I still only heard her. “Yes… there. That feels good. Ahhh…” Mark was clearly going down on her. I went back to my chair, I felt a little uneasy. It wasn’t long before I could hear her coming again. He could probably lick her better than me as well, I though. It got quiet again. Moments later they came out in bathrobes. “Your wife has the sweetest tasting pussy.” Mark blurted out. “Oh stop it! Jo hit him on the arm, pretending to be offended.
They sat down on the bed and Mark reached for some water. Jo looked at me. “It’s getting late and we should make sure that we let Maria get home." Maria was our babysitter and she had to work Saturday mornings. “But… do you mind if I stay here? We don’t both have to go, right?” What? Was she serious? We hadn’t talked about this! “Uhh, I mean…” I didn’t know how to play it cool and say that it made me uncomfortable and jealous. A small part of me was also aroused by the idea of leaving her behind. Had they planned this in the bathroom? My mind raced thinking about all the ways he would fuck if I let her stay. “I promise I won’t be late but umm… it would be fun to stay.” She knew she was pushing it and I could sense also felt a little guilt from here. Yet, she did want to stay. Mark stepped in. “I promise to take good care of her and I’ll make sure she gets home safe” he said as he was sipping water. It seemed to be already have been decided without me. “OK, I guess so” I muttered. “Good, let me go get your stuff”. Mark seized this opportunity and went for my coat. Jo stood up too. She said “Thank you” and gave me a passionate sloppy kiss. She reached down for my crotch with her free hand. “Oh! Go home and change pants.” she giggled, “I will make it up to you later, promise.”
Mark was back with my coat. “Alright, let’s get you home, I’ll walk you out.” I heard Jo from the bedroom saying “Bye honey, I love you!” Although we had never discussed how the evening would end I felt this was not part of the agreement. Coming here a few hours earlier, I had no idea it would go this far. I didn’t want to leave but I felt numb and shocked. Mark opened the door and complimented me for being such a generous husband. Joanna was gonna appreciate it too, he said. “Thank you”. He held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me closer. My mind was playing tricks but I was sure I could smell Jo’s pussy on him. He spoke quietly now. “You’ve already witnessed a different woman… and tonight I’m making that pussy mine. Don’t wait up, I’m fucking her all night.” He got a kick out of seeing the look on my face. “Alright, she’ll be home soon!” He’s normal voice was back. Before I could understand what just happened, I was out in the hallway by myself and from the other side of the door I hear the lock turn.
To Be Continued?
This is the story of my wife’s transformation into being a BBC slut. It’s also about how you can never plan everything out in advance and the risk of getting more than you wished for.
My name is Nick, 44, and my wife is Joanna, 41, and together we have a seven year old *******. We have been together for about 15 years and married for ten. We lead pretty normal life. We are active, we travel a lot, and make sure to have fun as much as possible. Our marriage is great in many aspects. We really love each other, share the same values, and communicate well in general. Our careers are going well and live a good life. Basically, we have our ******* together.
Our sex was the exception. It had never been great in the sense that we never did do it very often. In the beginning of the relationship we had sex two, three times a month. As the years passed it slowed down and after having a baby our sex life was practically non-existent. The lack of sex and intimacy was always been a point of contention for me. I wanted it way more than Jo and she just didn't have the same drive. I came to accept it for the most part but sometimes felt resentment towards her. I would bring up the topic when feeling angry. Of course, I knew that fighting about wanting to have sex had the opposite effect. But I just couldn’t help myself sometimes. I would have feelings inadequacy, thinking that maybe she wasn’t attracted to me anymore. It ultimately would send me down a path of thoughts, which we’ll get to later.
Jo, in turn, would sometimes say that she didn’t feel attractive anymore. She had put on a few extra pounds over the years and I think having a baby had a negative effect on her self-image.
Now let me tell you, Jo is very attractive. She has a petit frame and is about 5’3” tall. While she has a little muffin top, you’d never say that she’s overweight, that’s crazy. With brown hair and sharp facial features, she kind of looks like an early version of the actress Gina Gershon. She takes care of herself and looks younger than the 41 years that she is. She has small boobs and toned legs with a sexy and curvy butt, due to her being acthletic and sporty in her youth. Just describing Jo like turns me on. She has a corporate gig fairly, high up in the food chain, so she always dresses professional yet feminine and with personal flair. Jo also has an obsession with designer frames. So she kind of looks like an expensive hot librarian.
As any regular dude, I had always been into sex. I watched porn on the internet since it came online. From the beginning I had a pretty varied diet in terms of what I was into. Young girls, older women, mills, threesomes, DP’s, you name it, it was the usual stuff. At some point years ago, I discovered interracial porn and quickly it became the majority of my porn consumption. Watching big muscular black guys fucking small blonde women into oblivion aroused me like nothing else. I caught myself wondering if this stuff was racist. It also felt a little cliché. I just couldn’t stop watching the stuff and built up a huge library of videos over time. Similar to many other men that share this interest, I was turned on by the taboo aspect of it. It was the contrast in skin color, the recurring scenario of a woman’s first encounter with a black cock, and that she was being fucked in ways she had never experienced before.
Over time, my tastes evolved away from the professional videos (blacked.com and all the websites that came before it). I found myself thinking that the porn stars were too attractive, in the conventional sense. Also, I was more attracted to women my own age over 19-year old girls anyway. Ultimately, the videos didn’t feel real, which of course they never were either. I gave them all up when I discovered the amateur interracial videos on Pornhub. Watching “regular” women getting pounded by black cock was hotter than anything else. It was “uglier”, messier, and it looked REAL. Watching videos of normal white women fucking black guys, was mind-blowing. In the beginning I watched everything I could find but found that my favourite videos involved married women (often filmed by their husbands no less!). If the wife verbally expressed how big her lover was or how she never been fucked like that before, the better it was. Without thinking it then, I was also getting off on the humiliation.
I honestly don’t know when I first articulated the thought of Joanna becoming a hotwife but “bbc wife” was my go-to search therm and eventually I was filtering out videos with women of brown hair and similar body types to Jo’s. I even downloaded videos and made my own cuts where I edited out any faces being shown. All in the spirit of tricking my brain that it was Jo in the video. But I would also collect videos where I imagined the women to be of similar type; in the their 40s, put together career women who would never turn dirty. Yet there they were, in a hotel room somewhere, being transformed into bbc sluts and dominated by their black lovers.
I quickly became consumed with the idea of Jo fucking a black guy. I read up on hotwifing and cuckoldry, registered myself on online forums to look at amateur videos and pics but also to learn more about the lifestyle. I even uploaded nude photos of Jo, cropping out her face. She had let me take photos of her ages ago and receiving likes and sometimes lewd comments on the them got me off quickly. It felt like getting close to the real deal. Of course it was really nothing as Jo had no idea about this.
I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe Jo lost interest in sex because I wasn’t that good at it? I mean who’s good at something you do once per year. I could make her come, and always by going down on her. We both enjoyed sex when we had it, me more than her of obviously. But perhaps it wasn’t good enough for her to want more? Was I not attractive to her? Maybe not man enough? I had self-punishing thoughts like ‘maybe she needs another man to really fuck her good and show her what sex can be’. I got off on the thought of a built black guy fucking her like a real man and taking her to new levels of pleasure. She would be awaken as a sexual being. As a consequence, she would enjoy sex with me more, be wilder in bed, and I would still allow her to fuck other men. I would fantasise about her having a black lover that she would prefer over me. Perhaps she would even see him without me being present. That thought of humiliation and dreaming of Jo having a dominant black lover could make me cum in seconds.
OK, so many months later on a Friday night. We had a nice evening with a dinner at home. We continued drinking wine after putting our ******* to bed and now we were both a little tipsy in bed getting ready to sleep. “Can I tell you something?” I blurted out. In my mind I had played out what my next sentence a hundred times. I suddenly got very nervous. “Yeah, what is it?” Jo asked me as she flicked through a magazine. “Uhh, well...” I hesitated. Fuck it, I was just gonna say it, I thought to myself. “Yeah, so I had kind of a weird dream the other night… and there were a lot of things going on but...” I was lying. “But there was this one moment where you were having sex with a black guy.“ “Okay... “ she said. Now she looked straight at me with a frown on her face. “Yeah, I don’t know but it was kinda hot and, yeah I was turned on by the idea.” Silence. “Wait, you want me sleep with someone else?” She’s was clearly annoyed and I didn't know how to follow up. “Jesus, Nick!” She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. “Are you being serious? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
She returned a couple of minutes later. “That is not going to happen.” She was calmer but still angry. “I can’t believe you would say that. Why would you want me to fuck someone else, and why specifically a black guy?” “It was just a dream and…” “And you have obviously been thinking about it!” she interrupted me. “Look” I continued. “I didn’t want to upset you. I’m sorry, I’m not saying I want that.” This was my second lie. “But I just wanted to see your reaction.” “Right.” she scoffed at me. “Well, now you know.” She turned the lights out and away from me in bed.
I wasn’t surprised by her reaction but still felt a little discouraged. Not all women are into this idea and it could very well be that Jo was one of them. I was still thrilled that I’ve had the courage to broach the subject. The next few weeks went on as normal. We didn’t talk about my “dream” again. She didn’t bring it up again and I certainly was going to. I had to figure something else out.
One evening, we were at a cocktail bar in town, having a ******* before meeting some friends for dinner. We were sitting at the crowded bar and chatting about an upcoming vacation when a guy showed up and took the empty seat next to Joanna. He said a polite “hello” and then sat down staring at his iPhone. I noticed that he was black. His head was shaved and he wore a suit. I was thinking that probably works in finance and… “Ow!" Jo kicked me hard in the shin. She had caught me staring at the guy and mouthed “stop!” She had a look on her face of being embarrassed. The guy looked up I just laughed it it off and said sorry. I forgot what we were talking about prior but my mind started churning. Clearly she had been thinking about our awkward conversation from a month ago. Who knows in what context, but enough to remember it in this exact moment. Had I started something?
When we left the bar I laughed and asked her why she kicked me. We walked down the street. "Oh come on, you know why. I know what you were thinking.” She pretended to be upset. “What?!" I asked. "It was embarrassing!” “Him? He had NO idea" I replied. “And don’t worry about it. Why, did you find him attractive?" I teased her. "Yeah, sure." She paused. "I mean, YOU looked at him more than I did, but of course he was. He was sexy.” I was quiet as we kept walking. I looked over at her to say something. "No, Nick. It’s not gonna happen!” She was serious now. "I’m not into the idea and I don’t understand why you would think that’s ok."
A couple of nights later we were in bed having sex, on her initiative no less. Coincidence? I don’t know. We hadn’t had sex in forever and her taking an active role was very unusual. I was on top of her after having tongued her to an orgasm. Enjoying every second of it, I was focused on prolonging my own finish. She was just so fucking hot and beautiful and it’s been so long since last time. I was fucking her at a safe pace that I knew I could contain myself for at least a few more minutes. Perhaps she wanted me to finish because suddenly she pulled my head into a kiss and then whispered in my ear. "Are you still thinking of me with another man? Did you want me to fuck that guy from ‘Mixologie'?”
Within seconds I erupted inside her. It was an orgasm that took me by surprise. I temporarily lost my mind but what had gotten into her? After I was done pushing myself into Jo as hard as I could, she freed herself and we both laid on the bed panting. She started giggling. "Wow, you’re unbelievable" she said. "I had no idea you were such a perv, you really want to be a cuck that bad?" She was taunting me now. Who was she? It was thrilling to hear her talk like this but I was in shock. Wait? "What do you know about cucks?" I was staring at her now. She turned her head towards me on the pillow. "Oh, I’ve been reading about it.” She had a smirk on her face and continued. “You’re not the only freak out there. It seems to be a real thing. Don’t know if it’s for me but it’s kinda sexy to read about these women having lovers... with the husbands approval.” “Oh yeah? Tell me more.” My heart was racing and I was getting hard again. "I don’t know really, it’s just hot. Something purely sexual about it.” she replied. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
We started having sex more frequently, about once a week, which for us was a big change. It was a great time, I felt a stronger connection to Jo and we both seemed happier for it. Talking freely about her fictive lover added spice to our sex life and we both said things during sex, teasing each other. We were both getting off on this fantasy now and I was surprised how quickly she had come around to it. Things progressed and we even started watching interracial porn together on the laptop in bed. It was thrilling to watching her reaction. She was getting turned on and was very intrigued in particular about wives taking BBC for the first time. Almost always, we would end in us having sex and I noticed a big difference in how horny and wet Jo was. In the heat of the moment she expressed how badly she wanted to be one of those wives, which I of course loved hearing. We started spending time in online forums, looking at user photos and reading posts etc. Sometimes it felt surreal. I couldn’t believe the change in her sexuality and attitude. I used to think she was boring, sexually speaking, but now she was this horny hot milf who encourage my fantasy of her fucking someone else.
Things had gotten far enough that I was considering confessing that I had uploaded photos of Jo to one of the sites. Finally I did and it didn’t go down well. She got SUPER pissed, told me I was a fucking idiot, asked me for how long they been there and demanded that I take them down immediately. She had a point, I guess, in that it was a betrayaI of sorts. I was apologetic and tried to calm her down by saying that nobody knew it was her. I had cropped out her face and besides, the photos were really sexy. Other people thought so too. I said that they all had a bunch of likes and a some guys had even left comments. "Like what?" she asked, still pissed. "What are they saying?” I pulled up the website. "Well, for this photo, the guy wants to put his face right in there” The screen was a close up of her pussy. "And this other one, he says your body is built for BBC and that he would love to fuck you.” "Let me see" she said and took my laptop. "He said that? This is the guy?" She clicked on his profile to see the photos. The screen filled up with thumbnails of black dicks and a couple of full body shots. The guy in question was muscular and had an impressive cock. She browsed through the photos with big eyes. “Wow. That’s kinda flattering." Then she remembered that she was angry and handed me back the laptop. "Don’t fucking do that again! No more photos without asking me!"
Joanna got over the photo debacle. She realised that there was no privacy issue and she eventually turned excited over her naked body being out there for everyone to see. She kept asking to see the site again repeatedly and every time someone liked a photo, Jo would look at the profile and any images of the guy in question. Like I had before her, she went the rabbit hole and spent more time looking at photos of people fucking, black cocks, read posts from couples searching for a bull. It had become our nightly routine. We would lie in bed at night and identify what things turned us on and discuss why etc.
She was looking at couple’s post. “Should we do one? I mean, should we write that we are interested in a ‘bull’”? I swallowed out of excitement. “It would be fun!” she continued. “We can say that we’re looking, but be honest about expectations et cetera but... I don’t know, would it be a turn on to see if anyone is interested?” Holy *******. This was crazy. “Yes, I would love to do that. Right now?” I asked, although I wanted to fuck her right now. “Let’s draft it now and we can post it later” she suggested. We had crazy sex that night and ended up finalising our message the following day. It was simple and short. In essence, we explained that we were interested in finding a BBC for the wife, that we were new to the lifestyle and nervous about actually going through with it but that we would love to chat. We provided details of where we live as well as a new photo of Jo’s naked body.
We published the post and waited. It wasn’t long before the comments started coming in. Mostly from men in other cities that said that if they were ever in town they would love to service my wife. Some left vulgar comments of how they would like to fuck Jo, own her pussy, how she was built for BBC etc. We both got off on all the activity and Jo was really loving the attention. We exchanged messages with a couple of men but both parties were just teasing each other.
We let the post sit there and together we checked it regularly. In the meantime I was on logging in constantly, hungry for feedback.
One day I went online and saw a new message pop up. It was from a guy named Mark. He live in London but said that he sometimes came to our city for business and asked if we would be interested in meeting him next time. He said he like what he saw and if we did too, he would like to get to know us. It was a short message, a polite inquiry really without it being sexual. Mark was well-spoken and his apprach didn’t feel aggressive or lewd. I felt a jolt of excitement go through my body and I quickly went to his profile. He had a bunch of photos on there, it was a mix of selfies, naked selfies, and shots of him, presumably, fucking white women. Was this really happening? Mark was a good looking guy. He appeared to be in his forties, was athletic and had an impressive looking cock. He had a bald head and a thinly trimmed goatee. He also had a tattoo on his chest but I couldn’t make out of what. Jo would be totally into this.
I was trembling when I messaged her to tell her to check out the latest message. I also added "Do it right away, you won’t regret it." A few minutes later my phone pings. "OMG! What are we gonna do?" I assumed she was excited, and her reaction was clear, she was interested. She must have liked the photos too. "I’ll message him back" I replied. "No, wait. What are you gonna say?" "IDK, that we are interested if the opportunity comes?" I hit send. She responded instantly. "Are we though? Are you? I can’t think right now… but this would change things. Let’s talk more when I get home. Gotta go, LUV U."
That afternoon I got nothing done at work. I kept drafting responses in my head and playing out how the back and forth would lead to us meeting Mark. Eventually, the evening came and after talking it through we replied to him. It was a simple response considering how much time we had spent on it. We basically introduced ourselves and thanked him for reaching out. We said that we could be interested too. The reply came a few minutes later. Great, he told us. Actually, he coming to town for a work meeting, on a Friday three weeks for now and was thinking of staying the weekend. He would like to meet us on that weekend.
"Three weeks? He’s coming here!" Jo gasped. He also asked for a photo of Jo, that included her face. We didn’t want to send a nude photo (you never know where they might end up). I sent him one of her professional headshots and said that this is what Jo looks like during daytime, along with a smiley. The response came almost immediately. "WOW, you look gorgeous Joanna! So sexy and professional, I love it. If things go the way I hope, I can’t wait to get to know the nighttime you!” He also added a smiley. We were stunned with excitement. That night we went to bed and had sex two times in a row, which had never happened before.
Over the next weeks we had almost daily correspondence with Mark. We learned that he was actually from NYC but was living in London as an expat. He worked as an advertising executive, hence all the work travel, and was living by himself. He was divorced and didn’t have children. Mark wanted to know things about us too. Apart from the general life stuff he inquired about how long we had been thinking about this lifestyle. We reiterated that this was a new thing for us and that we had no prior experience. We also added that we both were a bit hesitant and nervous about following through.
Mark was comforting and explained that there was no pressure at all. He was experienced and said he would take the lead on the night in question. He had introduced couples to this lifestyle before. Sometimes it doesn’t work out for whatever reason but that’s fine too. It takes a strong couple to let the wife be with another man and said that he admired us for being open to new experiences. I was aware of his non-pressure strategy, but it also relaxed me. Though he talked dirty too. He’d say how sexy Joanna was and how he had been thinking about fucking her since he saw our post. He would also address Jo directly. “If it’s up to me Joanna, I’m gonna own you in bed and fuck you in ways that hubby can only dream of.” It was shocking at first but those messages had the desired effect. Jo didn’t get verbal about it with me but I knew her silence was a form of approval and that she was into it.
The days leading up to our rendezvous-vous, we did our best to live normals lives. But it was clear that this fantasy-cum-reality was consuming our minds, or at least mine. I tried to remain calm, to not overthink it and keep an open mind just to avoid any potential disappointments. Jo decided she wanted to detox, cut back on the wine and carbs. I knew she was self-conscious about her body and she wanted to lose a couple of extra pounds before our date. In the meantime, the sex was incredible. We didn’t speak about Mark, there was no need to as we both knew what the other was thinking. Not talking about him and what he was gonna do to her made the tension stronger and fuelled both of our sex drives. We fucked almost every night at this point.
We had decided to meet at Mark's hotel. It was in the business district and it had cozy yet casual after-work bar. Were things to go well, "it would be a short commute to his room”, in his own words. On that Friday we received a message: "Hey guys, just making sure we are still on for tonight. I wanna reiterate that there’s no pressure from my end, I know this is your first time. I already know I will want Joanna in my bed, but if there’s no chemistry then no harm. See you at 7 pm!”
I’ve must have read it 15 times. As usual, I messaged Jo to tell her about it. A moment later she calls me up. "Hey, it’s me.” She pauses. "So… what are you thinking about all this?" "Well, I… well what are you thinking?" "Are we actually gonna do this, Nick?” She sounded nervous. "If we go there then it’s kinda the point of no return." My heart sank. "No, it doesn’t have to be" I said. "You read his message yourself, there’s no pressure. No pressure from me either by the way, but baby, he totally wants you. Let’s just go and see how we get on, I’m sure it will be great." “Yeah.” She paused. “Okay". “Yeah, listen, we have already planned everything out. Let’s just go for drinks and see how we feel, ok?” "Ok, we’ll do it then. Thanks. I guess. Love you, talk later."
Jo got home a little earlier that evening. We got dressed, drank some wine and had dinner with our ******* before the babysitter showed up. Naturally, we weren’t about to talk about tonight but the air felt electric. We were both dressed up for a night out. Jo was very a black dress and high heels. Nothing provocative but to me she looked sexy as hell. Underneath she had a new bra and panties of the sexier kind but it still wasn’t a slutty look. I could tell she felt really good about her outfit. We said our goodbyes and headed out.
Our Uber pulled up to the hotel. "Oh my god, I’m really nervous now" Jo said. "What if he doesn’t like how I look? Is it dangerous, we don’t know him?” I felt a little shaky too but tried to remain calm. "What? Stop it. You look stunning and he’s gonna love it. And it will be fine, I’m there with you” I told her as we walked into the building. We had been here many times before so we took the shortcut past the lobby. It was 7.30 pm and the bar wasn't very busy. Then we saw him. Mark was getting up from a leather sofa in the middle of the room, coming towards us. "Hey guys! You must be Joanna and Nick, so nice to meet you." He gave Joanna a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "My god, you’re even prettier in real life! Please sit down." He guided Jo to his sofa and asked me to sit down in the chair next to it.
A waitress came over to take our order as we were doing small talk. The atmosphere felt awkward in the beginning. Mark could tell that we were on edge. "Listen guys, just relax. Let’s have some drinks and just get to know each other.” He kept easing us into the situation but I lost focus on his words. I was envisioning Jo and him together.
"So, how do you like living in the city?" he asked us. He was commanding our mutual space but was also oddly comforting. It was clear this wasn’t his first time. Over the next couple of hours we talked about life in general, normal stuff like how the two of use met, how we got to where we were, family, work, vacations. Jo and Mark were in similar creative industries so there was a lot of professional overlap to discuss. I was struck by how confident Mark is. He has made Jo totally at ease and they were acting like work colleagues or old friend. You might even think that THEY were the couple. They were deeply engaged in conversation and while I was participating, I started to feel left out. The bar had filled up with people by now and I wondered if anyone else could see what was going on here. "You ok?" Jo squeezed my hand smiling at me. “Sorry, we got caught up in something. Are you having a good time?” She gave me a caring look. "Yes, absolutely. Sorry I was just lost in thought. Are you good?" I asked. She nods her head and smiles. Mark turned his attention to me. "Man, you’re a lucky guy Nick. Your wife is a catch. She is funny and intelligent… and also sexy as hell.” He laughed. "Sorry for being blunt, honey.” Jo just smiled back and touched his arm.
"So, listen." Mark continued. "I feel like we have hit it off” he winked at Jo "and I would love to invite you to my room if you’re up for it.” He looked at both of us and he had our attention. "Here’s what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna leave this here." He put the white room key on the table in front of us. “It's 503. I’m gonna go up to my room and wait for you. You can decide if you want to join me, and no hard feelings if not." He leaned into us and said in a quieter voice: "I’m mister nice guy down here” he smirked. “Well I’m always nice of course, but in the bedroom I’m very dominant. I’m in charge.” Even though we didn’t say a word he knew we got the message. He looked directly at me. “You get to watch us but that’s it. That’s the only way this works.” I felt submissive.
He leaned over to whisper something in Joanna’s ear, gave her a kiss on the check before reaching over to shake my hand. "I hope to see you both again soon.” He got up and left.
We remained sitting in silence for half a minute. Damn he’s good, I thought to myself. He could’ve just given us the room number but handing us a key makes for better drama. I looked over at Jo. She had a serious look on her face, like when she had to make a decision. Maybe there was also a trace of lust?. "So… what do you want to do? I ask her. Do you wanna go up there?” Silence. She was breathing heavily and looked up at me. "Yes. Yes I do.” I felt like I was punched in the stomach. The feelings were complex, like a delicate mix of arousal and jealousy. This was happening. Jo had decided to be with Mark. I got tingles of inferiority. It was them tonight, it was my wife and Mark.
Emboldened by having said it out loud, she handed the card before standing up. "Here, you take it.” Mark had already put the drinks on his room so we headed directly toward the elevator. We walked in silence. It was the first time standing up all evening and now I felt the effects of the alcohol. In the elevator, I asked what he’d whispered to her. “What? No, it was nothing.” She pressed number 5. “No, tell me, what did he say?” She hesitated. “He said ‘I know you want it and I will fuck you tonight'.” I leaned back against the wall. Just hearing her repeat his words made he hard. She turned to me and kissed me. “I love you” she said, “Thanks for doing this.”
My head was spinning. It was our course the alcohol but also the thought of what was gonna. This feels different from the fantasy I thought as we found Mark’s room. I wasn’t regretting this but I was giving my wife to another man and I felt uneasy and yet extremely aroused. "Do we knock or use the card" I said to myself. "Give it here" Jo grabbed the card and unlocked the door.
“Hello?” We step inside. “Well, that was quick!” Mark greeted us in the small hallway with a big smile. He was wearing the hotel’s bathrobe. “I know you’d show up and you won’t regret it, darling.” He spoke directly to Jo now, and gave her a kiss on the lips. She responded and they started making out right there. Her coat dropped to the floor. Mark grabbed her ass and pull her into his groin. He motioned her to follow her into the room.
I looked inside. It was a small but like most normal rooms there was a queen size bed and a office table with a TV mounted above. The chair has been moved to the corner of the room. Mark ordered me to sit down as he was unbuttoning Jo’s white blouse. They continued making out and Jo got more courageous. Her hands were rubbing his chest and I could them moving inside the robe as she was grabbing Mark’s ass. The robe came undone. Looking down she gasped. "Oh my god, it’s huge!” Mark was pleased. “Better believe honey. And it’s all yours.” She started rubbing his cock. It was an incredible sight. This big black man standing over my wife as she tried to make sense of what was in her hands. Jo looked over at me and I instinctually nodded. Could she see how horny I was? I don’t think she was asking for my approval but she had it regardless. Mark was all over her now. The blouse was on the floor and he unsnapped her bra.
She broke free from his mouth and asked if he wanted her to suck him. She immediately blushed. "Fuck yeah, that’s why you’re here." he laughed. She got down on her knees, still in her pants. Her face was now inches away from his erect cock. It looked like 8 or 9 inches and was perfectly straight and thick. She looked mesmerised as she jerked it slowly. "Oh my god" She sighed. "I’m not sure how to do this." Mark wasn’t gonna wait any longer, grabbed her head with one hand guided his cock with the other toward her lips. She opened her mouth wide and let him in. She could only fit his head and I could tell she was working out how to please him. “Mmmmph”. Her mouth plopped, she sucked it in again, licking the head. Mark was grunting with eyes closed. She alternated by licking his shaft down to his balls. Mark was all veins and rock hard at this point. By the sounds of his grunting I could tell he was loving it. Mark started talking dirty. "That’s right honey, you’re so good at this. I knew you would be a slut for black dick.” He groaned. “She’s a pro. Put my balls in your mouth." A feeling of jealousy washed over me. She’s never sucked me like this, she’s never wanted to, not like this. There was an obsessive nature to her actions. She adored his cock and was making love to it with her face. "You’re so big. I can’t believe I’m doing this." She says catching her breath. She gave me a quick glance. “It’s so hot. I love your cock.” She got off on talking dirty back. She continued servicing him for a few more minutes. Mark looked over my way with a smug face. He made me feel self-conscious and embarrassed to watch, like a little perv. He knew this and let out a silent laugh. He knew I was getting off on my wife sucking another man.
He interrupted Jo and lifted her up to the bed. "You’re gonna make me come to fast, woman.” She wiped the saliva of her chin. He orders her to get undressed. “Why don’t you let hubby help you." He called me over and I helped her pull off her pants. “Is this what you want?” she asked. Jo and I lock eyes. I suddenly felt embarrassed allowing this to happen. “Yes” I was shaking. Meanwhile, Mark was standing right next to me slowly stroking his wet cock. I could smell him and the whole situation felt surreal. “Your wife is a natural. I’m gonna love fucking her.” He said as I helped her wiggle out of her underwear. In my hand I felt how wet they panties were. She must be soaked I thought. She lied on the bed waiting. I so badly wanted to fuck her right then but knew it wasn’t my turn.
I sat back down and Mark started to rub her clit. Jo let out a moan as he’s probing her with two fingers. "Damn, you’re ready to go. I was gonna eat your pussy but we’ll save that for later.” He stood up. "Black cock turns you on, huh?” He teased her. Mark grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Okay baby, here we go.” He put her legs up against his shoulders. He was in position, rubbing his tip against her pussy. Jo squirmed with eyes closed and mouth open. Mark looked over at me and smirked. We both knew this was the moment. He returned his attention to Jo and slowly began to push into her. The reaction was immediate. "Oh fuck! Oh god, no it’s too big! I can’t!" Jo was screaming and pushing away from his torso with her hands. “Stop!” Mark paused with the head of his cock still inside her. "Do you trust me?” He was speaking with a tender voice Jo nodded and whimpered. “Good. We are gonna take it real slow, honey. We have all night. I know it hurts a little in the beginning time, but just relax. Once you are used to me and I’m fully inside you, I promise to take you to heaven.” Jo nodded and Mark started kissing her again. For the next minute he worked his big cock into her, inch by inch. “Uuunngghh… aaahhhh!” Jo was moaning and panting the whole way through. If she hadn't wrapped her legs around his back, I would have thought there was purely pain and no pleasure. "Damn, your pussy is tight. Fuck..." Mark grunted and was almost all the way inside her now. “You love black dick, don’t you honey. You fucking love it, I know you do.” He reached under her back and grabbed her by the shoulders. He had her in a lock now and then, in one unexpected move, he pushed all the way inside her with *******. "Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Jo let out a loud scream but Mark had her in his grip. He pushed with all his weight grinding into her pussy and Jo’s went from shock to pleasure and her body started convulsing. She’s had nowhere to go. Her face was contorting into a silent scream. She was coming so hard, gasping for air. "Yeeaah, that’s it’s baby, thaaat’s it, come on my dick!" Jo was still shaking. Her voice returned, screaming out her orgasm but Mark was not letting go one millimetre . She grabbed his head and stared sucking his face in a passionate kiss as she was grinding her pelvis against his.
The sight was fucking incredible, almost violent, my wife coming on this black cock. The fantasy was nothing compared to seeing this reaction. Jo was calming down and Mark let go of her shoulders. His cock was still completely buried inside her. Mark looked straight at her but was talking to me. "I bet she’s never come like that for hubby?” I was still in a daze from what I just witnessed. He was never expecting an answer from me, but before I had a chance to reply Jo opened her mouth “No. Never. My god. I had no idea it could…” She's was panting. ”Baby, we’re just getting started. I’m really gonna fuck you now and you won’t know what hit you." They kissed again. Mark gave her no chance to recover. He slowly started moving himself in and out of her. They upped the temp, still in missionary style, kissing passionately. She was so swollen and Mark’s cock was shiny, coated in her cum. They rhythmically worked together in harmony.
Jo was whimpering and moaning this whole time. It was getting hot in the room and the two lovers were sticky from the sweat. If someone were to walk into the room, the smell of sex would’ve hit them like a wall. After another ten or so minutes (I don’t know, time was a blur) I could tell that Jo was getting close again. Mark noticed as well and put her legs back up on his shoulders. Now, he was truly fucking her like a bull, pulling his cock almost all the way out before ramming it inside her again. It was like a PornHub video and I think I came in my pants at this point. My sweet wife was being fucked to oblivion. How could she withstand this beating? He kept a firm and steady pace and I was blown away by his stamina. How was he not coming yet? Jo was his match though and they were in perfect unison. I didn’t know she could fuck like this.
"Talk to me, baby." He’s egged her own. "It feels. Good… I.. fuck… god, this is. Can't." She was incoherent. "You like my black dick? Tell me you how much you love it.” He pounded her even harder now. The headboard was bouncing against the wall. Mark was like a machine, only focused on making her come again. "Yes… I love it, I love. Your cock! Fuck. Me... ahhh!" She dug her nails into his back and pulled him into a kiss. Their mouths interlocked as the spasms began flowing through her body. I heard her muffled moans as Mark pressed down his cock into her. She came a second time. She was in a state, still trembling and coming down from her orgasm when Mark told her to turn around on all fours. I knew he was gonna finish in this position.
As she shifted around on the bed she looked at me. Her whole body was flushed. Her face was sweaty and the makeup ruined. I couldn’t read her eyes. Was it lust? Exhaustion? Or maybe contempt? How could I let another man fuck her… and like this no less? I felt like a pervert sitting in that chair.
Before I knew it she was facing the headboard. Mark positioned himself right behind her. “There it is. The ass I’ve been jerking off to online. God damn, you sexy woman”. Jo’s pussy was wide open. He aimed his cock and pushed all the way in, balls deep. It was easy this time. “Ahhhh. Fuuuuuck yeah”. He stayed there a moment. He pulled out and pushed back in again. There was a squelching sound as he re-entered her. “Fuck yeah... This is a black dick pussy now! She’s broken in.” He stayed there for a moment relishing in the fact. Jo was whimpering. “Please. Don’t stop”. Mark was happy to oblige. He took a firm grip of her ass and started pounding her. The sound of slapping sweaty flesh was loud and after a minute or two Mark was grunting harder. I loved finishing off inside Jo from behind and it seemed like Mark has was the same. He let go of her hips and grabbed her by boobs, squeezing and pinching them. Jo was taking it all. He was pushing her down into the mattress with his weight She squirmed as he was grinding his cock deep into her. I couldn’t make out who was coming first, it was like they were trying to scream over each other. Could he possibly fuck her like this way for much longer? “Uhhhhhggnnng!!” He let out a deep grunt as he shot his load deep inside my wife. “Uhh, I can feel you come!” Jo reached back to pull his ass closer. “Ahhhhh, fuck!” He collapsed on top of her. “Fuck… God damn… you feel so good woman.” He’s was panting, licking her ear and kissing her neck. I worried that he’s crushed her with his weight but I heard her breathing heavily saying “thank you”.
They stayed like that for a minute before Mark pulled out of her and flopped down next to her on the bed. His cum was coming out of her. She was still on her stomach recovering. Mark’s cock and sweaty pubes were soaked in juices. I’m was still absorbing what I have just seen and I’m wasn’t sure what to do. Should I go check on Jo? I felt like a different woman was on that bed now. “I almost forgot you where here. What did hubby think?” Mark looked at me. He was playing with his cock, probably just to make me uncomfortable. “Did you enjoy watching your woman getting fucked like this?” Wether or not this was part of an act, I was getting off on the humiliating tone. “Looks like you had a good time too! Your pants!”. I looked down at the mess, the crotch was wet from my own cum.
“Alright, enough playing” he said and got up. "I’m gonna go to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll let the two of you catch up”. I walked over and sat down next to my wife. Jo turned her head towards me. I just wanted to fuck her. She was exhausted but her face was radiating. “Hi, honey.” She’s was so sexy and I felt a weird sense of pride. “Are you upset with me?” She asked. “No! No, honey. That was so fucking sexy and I love you so much.” I put my hand on her ass and it was cold and clammy from the sweat. “I admit, I’m a little jealous that he can do that to you though”. Jo sighs deeply. “My god, it was incredible. I haven’t –“. She stops herself. “It’s ok, I totally get it” I said. "This is what I wanted. Is this what you wanted?” She got embarrassed and buried her head in the pillow. I reached down to finger her pussy. Somewhere I had read the sensation of another man’s cum in your wife feels like a warm jar of honey. I stuck two fingers in. "“You will still fuck me though, right?” I say half-jokingly. “Ow!” She was of course tender down there shifted her body away from me. “Sorry, just give me a minute”. She looked at me again. “That was wonderful. Thanks for letting him have me”.
The shower came on in the bathroom. “Joanna, come join me in the shower!” Mark called. She made her way up to a sitting position, gaining her balance. “Do you mind? I should probably clean up.” I motioned that it was okay. She got up, gave me a deep kiss before going in. The door closed behind her. I couldn’t make out what they were talking about but heard muffled laughter and giggling. I was still sitting on the bed. I looked down at the sheets. There was still fresh cum smeared out in the wet spot. I rubbed it with my fingers wondering how much was still inside Jo.
The shower was still running but they were quiet now. I’m not sure how long I just sat there but I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to see what was going on but was afraid to open the door. I looked at my watch, it was getting late. I thought 'at some point soon we need to get home for our babysitter'.
The shower stopped. Silence. After I moment I thought I could hear Jo. There were quiet whimpering and moans. Where they fucking again? Was he licking her? I stood up outside the bathroom door listening. There was some movement in there but I couldn’t make sense of it. I still only heard her. “Yes… there. That feels good. Ahhh…” Mark was clearly going down on her. I went back to my chair, I felt a little uneasy. It wasn’t long before I could hear her coming again. He could probably lick her better than me as well, I though. It got quiet again. Moments later they came out in bathrobes. “Your wife has the sweetest tasting pussy.” Mark blurted out. “Oh stop it! Jo hit him on the arm, pretending to be offended.
They sat down on the bed and Mark reached for some water. Jo looked at me. “It’s getting late and we should make sure that we let Maria get home." Maria was our babysitter and she had to work Saturday mornings. “But… do you mind if I stay here? We don’t both have to go, right?” What? Was she serious? We hadn’t talked about this! “Uhh, I mean…” I didn’t know how to play it cool and say that it made me uncomfortable and jealous. A small part of me was also aroused by the idea of leaving her behind. Had they planned this in the bathroom? My mind raced thinking about all the ways he would fuck if I let her stay. “I promise I won’t be late but umm… it would be fun to stay.” She knew she was pushing it and I could sense also felt a little guilt from here. Yet, she did want to stay. Mark stepped in. “I promise to take good care of her and I’ll make sure she gets home safe” he said as he was sipping water. It seemed to be already have been decided without me. “OK, I guess so” I muttered. “Good, let me go get your stuff”. Mark seized this opportunity and went for my coat. Jo stood up too. She said “Thank you” and gave me a passionate sloppy kiss. She reached down for my crotch with her free hand. “Oh! Go home and change pants.” she giggled, “I will make it up to you later, promise.”
Mark was back with my coat. “Alright, let’s get you home, I’ll walk you out.” I heard Jo from the bedroom saying “Bye honey, I love you!” Although we had never discussed how the evening would end I felt this was not part of the agreement. Coming here a few hours earlier, I had no idea it would go this far. I didn’t want to leave but I felt numb and shocked. Mark opened the door and complimented me for being such a generous husband. Joanna was gonna appreciate it too, he said. “Thank you”. He held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me closer. My mind was playing tricks but I was sure I could smell Jo’s pussy on him. He spoke quietly now. “You’ve already witnessed a different woman… and tonight I’m making that pussy mine. Don’t wait up, I’m fucking her all night.” He got a kick out of seeing the look on my face. “Alright, she’ll be home soon!” He’s normal voice was back. Before I could understand what just happened, I was out in the hallway by myself and from the other side of the door I hear the lock turn.
To Be Continued?
