I'm 27 years old now and have been married to Ron for 6 years. We started off like most couples - couldn't get enough. I mean every day, twice a day usually. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Just for the record, I have never said "no" to my husband regarding sex. Ever. I take pride in trying my very best to keep him happy. Any idea he came up with, I was willing to try. Some worked, some didn't. I was surprised that I liked some things I didn't think I would like - anal sex for example. I'd never done that before, but I let Ron have my ass, and it has become a semi-regular part of our play ever since. I enjoy it every once in a while, and he loves it. But things slowed down between us, as they tend to do with most couples, and we settled into a routine of only having sex about once or twice a week.

I don't know what put the idea in Ron's head, but he started suggesting we go out more, and we did go out a few times. It was nice to get out of the house, but it did little to jump start our sex life. It was like going through the motions. I know Ron was frustrated, and I tried to do better for him, but it was inconsistent at best.

That's when the old fantasy of his came up again. Ron wanted me to be with another guy, and suggested a little role play. He suggested we go out again, but not "together". He thought it would be exciting to see me at a bar and other guys hitting on me, and watch me flirting with them. He had never seen me like that and it had been a long time since I had been single so he thought it would be fun. Again, I've never told Ron "no" for anything he asked of me, and all I had to do was flirt with a guy, so I figured it was harmless. I'm not a prude or anything. I dressed up a little more sexy than usual. I put on a bustier and a pair of tight jeans. I'm no model, but I think I look ok. Maybe little short compared to most Americans, but they seemed to think I look exotic and they like how I am dusky. My small frame made my boobs look bigger than their true size, so I still manage to get some attention when I am out.

We went out to a bar about 30 minutes from our house. I went in before Ron and had a drink at the bar as a couple guys chatted me up. Nothing too crazy, just normal stuff. I flirted a little, and they both asked for my number, but I gave them Ron's phone instead. lol! Around closing time, much to their disappointment, I did not go home with either of them. I went home with Ron. We did go home and have sex, and it was good. Nothing wild, just let him fuck me like normal. Ron was excited, and I admit it was a little interesting chatting to the guys, but not really what I'd say is very exciting or anything. Better than sitting at home, but not really what Ron was hoping for. We talked after sex, and Ron asked me what I thought of it. I told him the truth - it was ok, and I was glad he liked it, but it really didn't seem like anything crazy to me. I knew it wasn't going anywhere, so it was like flirting with a friend or one of my gay male friends (I'm a total fag hag). Then Ron surprised me. He asked me "What if it wasn't like flirting with an old friend?" I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him. He replied, "What if it could lead to something? Would you find that more exciting?"

Right away, I told him, "No, I would never cheat on you."

He looked at me and said, "I know, relax. It's not cheating if you have my permission. I was just curious if it would be an exciting idea to you?"

I didn't know how to reply. I asked him, "Is this what you really think about? You actually want it to happen? Not just a fantasy?"

Ron admitted, "Yes. I have thought about it for real. I think it would be hot for you to be with another guy, then come home to me. I seriously wanted that to happen for real."

So, that was my dilemma. I was torn between wanting to please Ron, and do things that excite him, but not wanting to cheat on him either. I told him that. He offered a compromise. "Why don't we go out again. Maybe to a dance club this time, and just see what happens? Only this time, you are allowed to go as far as you want, with my permission to do anything you are comfortable with. I know you, and you will probably be shy at first, but I want you to know in the back of your mind that you have my express permission to go all the way, as long as you tell me about it afterwards." Then he reassured me that I wasn't obligated to do anything, only if I wanted to, and that he would not be jealous. In fact, he said he would find it very exciting, and was encouraging me to be wild.

"It is not cheating. I will give you permission in writing if necessary." He told me.

I asked him again and again if he really wanted that, and he said he did. I asked him if he would get jealous, and he assured me he wouldn't. "You really would not get jealous of some guy fucking your wife? Having his dick inside the woman you love?" I asked him straight out, trying to be as crude as I could, hoping it would make him realize the consequences of what he was asking me to do. He told me again and again that he wouldn't be jealous. He kept insisting that it was erotic and exciting. So, reluctantly, I agreed to his idea - without promising anything would happen, but I would at least go. I could always stop if I didn't like it, so no risk really. It was settled and we made plans for the next Saturday. To be honest, we had sex every night that week. That was actually fun, and Ron was beyond excited. I was just nervous as hell.

Once Saturday afternoon arrived, I took a bath and wearing just a towel, went into my closet to look for an outfit to wear. Ron came in behind me, holding me close enough that I could feel he was excited just thinking about our night. It's cute, and I like it when he pokes me in the butt like that. He told me how good I smelled and started kissing my neck, knowing it is my weakness. He often teases me that 3 drinks and a minute kissing my neck and I'd sleep with anyone. He's not too far off the truth, to be honest. I'm not a good drinker - instant slut, just add alcohol. In my defense, I only weigh 92 pounds so I get drunk really easily. He could not help but run his hands up and down my body, under my towel, which I liked very much. He was getting me wet even before I got dressed.

He suggested that I wear something a little more sexy than normal, so I told him to suggest something. I figured it was the safe way out, as I expected him to be conservative, but I was wrong. He surprised me by picking out a pair of red leather pants I had from way back when I was single, and a black lace bralette to go with it. I told him that was a bra and not intended to be a top, but he said it would look fine in a club. "Everyone will see my boobs. It's lace." I told him, but he just said it was sexy and asked me to wear it.

So I took them out to the bedroom and laid them on the bed as I went for underwear. I let my husband watch as I slid on a black lace thong, teasing him the whole time as I pulled the tiny lace strip inbetween my ass checks. I put on the bralette, and my nipples were hard just thinking about how everyone was going to see them through the thin lace. I asked him if he was sure he wanted his wife in public dressed like that, and he just said, "Yes. You look so damn sexy. I love showing you off." That was a big turn on for me.

The pants were tight, but I was happy I still fit in them after all these years. They did make my butt look good, I'll admit. I finished the outfit off with a pair of black high heels. I did feel kind of bad that I didn't dress better for Ron as much as I used to. He loves it when I dress up for him, and I promised myself that I would try better in the future. He is my husband, and I want him to be happy. I put on my makeup and we got an uber ride to the club we picked out to visit. When we arrived, I kissed Ron and squeezed his leg before getting out of the car. "Wish me luck!" I teased.

We went in separately, as planned, and I made my way to the bar to get a drink. I needed it. I could feel lots of eyes on me as I walked in, and I admit, that was very exciting. I felt sexy, and liked being noticed for it. Somehow, it just felt different this time. There was almost a "danger" to it. Even though it was unlikely, there was at least a tiny possibility I would end up in some other guy's bed tonight. Two sips into my drink, and I was getting chatted up by a younger guy next to me. Probably a college student. He seemed nice, and was handsome, so when he put his hand on my leg, I let him. After another drink, he invited me to dance, so we did. Nothing dirty, just a normal amount of touching as we danced. After a while, I excused myself and went to the ladies room in order to cut him loose. He wasn't really my type. He seemed to just have an Asian fetish, and I'm not there to be someone's fetish.

I came out, and he was at the bar, so I went back to dancing. Fairly quickly, another guy moved in and I started dancing with him. He was tall, super handsome and he smelled really good (a must for me). He is black, and I'd never dated a black guy before, but I race was not important to me. He was really good looking, and at least 6 feet 5 inches tall. Maybe taller. We must have looked mismatched, with me being only 5 feet 2 inches tall. Even in 4 inch heels he towered over me. His told me his name is Damon and I relied "Shanayaa". As he danced I got a glimpse of his abs and thought to myself I would love to lick them. LOL! For sure, I found him attractive.

His style was completely different from the guy before, and was much more "hands on". He started with his hands on my hips and had no problem moving them all over me, including brushing his hands over my ass a few times. I remembered from my single days that guys loved to touch my ass when I wore these pants. Even my husband grabbed my ass in them when I was dating him. I don't know if it's the material or if they just make my butt look inviting, but I didn't mind, it was fun. Everytime he touched me, it was like sparks were in his fingers. After a while, we took a break and got a table. He bought us drinks and we chatting for a while. It honestly felt erotic knowing my husband was watching this guy hit on his wife. I snuck a peek around the club, but I didn't see Ron.

Damon was actually a good balance of assertive and nice - not weird or anything. He was very fun, and if I was single, I'd definitely go out with him on a real date. I laughed at myself. I am married and kind of already out on a date with him. He said I was beautiful and sexy, and I enjoyed the compliments, catching him looking down my top more than once. After a while, he went to get us some more drinks, and I went to the ladies room again. I was getting wet from just being around him. Even though my mind told me to be cool, my body was betraying me. When we got back to the table, we only had one chair - someone had taken the other one. Damon looked around, but there weren't any other chairs available, so I told him to sit down, and I sat on his lap and we continued to chat. Yes, I admit I may have wiggled my butt a little on his lap, but I was there to flirt, so I was just doing as I had been told.

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in close. I don't know what came over me, but I kissed him. Right there, at our table, my married ass kissed another guy. It was nice, but when I drew back from our kiss he was wearing my lipstick, so I wiped it off with my thumb. Then he pulled me back in and kissed me again, with lots of passion. We continued on for several minutes. I didn't resist or try to stop him. Our tongues met and we both got really into it. I wondered if Ron was watching as I was making out with Damon. I felt so naughty. After a few minutes, we broke our kiss off - I felt light headed from the rush of excitement. I was buzzed pretty good, and if I wasn't careful, I'd be in his bed soon, wondering what the hell happened. So I invited him to dance again to try and slow things down.

We went back out to the dance floor and it was anything but slowing things down. We danced close, and several times, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my butt through his pants. He was grinding into me and I liked it. Even through his pants, I could tell he was big. Really big. I swear it went half way down his leg. I could feel myself soaking my panty - God, he made me horny. It was getting near closing time, and he invited me to go back to his place. It was a struggle but eventually I declined. He gave me his number, and we kissed for a few minutes before going our separate ways. I ran into Ron outside the club, waiting for an uber.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me. I told him I was looking for him, and he asked me "why?" "I thought you were going home with that guy?" I just laughed and told him of course I wasn't going to go with Damon. "You know you could have?" he told me. I just let that go and asked if he liked the show. "It was so freaking hot!" he said. "I was so hard watching him kiss you. And when you were dancing with him, wow!" Ron and I made out the entire ride home, and Ron was feeling me up as we kissed. Pinching my nipples under my top. I was glad the driver didn't kill us, because he was watching us instead of the road the whole trip.

Needless to say, we ripped each other's clothes off the minute we hit the door and had the best sex in years. I even let Ron buttfuck me. He came once in my pussy and again a second time in my ass, which I find very erotic. He was happy, and I had enjoyed it too. God, I loved having his dick inside me. I must have cum 4 times myself. We continued that way for most of the week, before things started slowing down the following week. After about 3 weeks, we were pretty much back in our old pattern, only having sex twice that week. Ron kept suggesting we go out again, and I honestly started to think he was right. He had given me no indication that he was upset or jealous over what had happened the last time. On the contrary, he did nothing but reassure me that he thought it was exciting and he loved me more for doing it. He couldn't stop talking about it. He said it was so hot to see me with Damon. He kept saying how erotic it would be to let Damon fuck me, and I'll be honest, more than once I thought about how Damon's cock felt pressed against my butt as he ground on me when we danced, but I would never tell that to Ron.

So, finally I agreed to go out again like that on the coming weekend. Right away, our sex life picked right back up. It was obvious that it excited us both. That actually made me feel more confident seeing how we both reacted to it. I love my husband, and I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship, but what do you do when he keeps telling you that he really wants it to happen? Judging by how much more he was fucking me when we talk about it, I had nothing to worry about. It might actually improve things. It was like a game and only the two of us knew it. I guess fantasies are meant to be fulfilled. I was just having a hard time completely shaking the guilty feelings, but it is also my duty as his wife to do what he asks.

Once again, I dressed up sexy for Ron. I picked out a white vinyl skater skirt and paired it with a low cut pink halter top. I didn't wear a bra again, much to my husband's delight. In fact, I'd gone without one several times since we went out three weeks ago, and Ron loved it. It really turns him on seeing guys break their necks to look at me as I pass them. I put on pink 5 inch heels to complete my outfit. Ron's favorite "come fuck me pumps". Ron looked me over, and made one request to me. "Can you wear the white stockings I love so much?" Hose/stockings is Ron's favorite lingerie for me to wear, so I try to wear them often for him. He loves running his hands over my legs when I'm in them.

So I put on white stockings and a garter just for him. The short skirt nearly shows off the top of the stockings, so I felt a little slutty in them, but I wanted to turn Ron on. I teased him, saying that some guy was going to be running his hands up my thighs because Ron made me put them on, and it failed to get him because he said he actually hoped they did. I asked him, "And what are you going to do when a guy gets all the way "home" doing that?" He just laughed though. I figured what the hell, if he likes it, then I'll give him a show he'll never forget. He says the white looks good against my tan skin. I'd just have to be careful sitting down and getting out of the car.

We went out to the same club as before, and this time it was really packed when we arrived. I went in and joined the sea of bodies dancing to the pulsing beats as Ron disappeared in the crowd. It's inevitable, when there's a lot of people in a small space that there would be some contact, and sure enough we are all bumping against each other and accidental touching. I danced with a couple guys and before too long, a set of arms wrap around my waist, and I turned around to see who it was, and it was Damon. He pulled me in close and kissed me before I could react. I just kissed him back as he said he was happy to see me and was wondering if I was ever going to call him or not.

I played it off and just kept dancing, but with him now. There was no doubt about his intentions, as he immediately got close to me and was grinding his stiff cock on my ass, turning me on. He was determined to get me in bed and I found that so erotic. I enjoyed the attention, and was giving him back as good as I was getting. I hoped Ron could see us as he basically dry humped me on the dance floor. At least I was attracted to Damon, and it was better than having to sort through a bunch of new guys to find one I liked.

After a few songs, he drags me off to a table where a friend of his and his friend's "date" were sitting. He introduced me and I didn't bother with the empty chair this time. I just sat on Damon's lap so we could start kissing. I wasn't playing coy any more. Shots were ordered, and the drinking begins. We chat for a while and I try my best to flirt a little, but it doesn't take much around Damon. He is not shy at all, and can't keep his hands off me, not that I minded. He seemed particularly fond of putting his hand on my thighs this time. It sent shivers down my spine. I guess he likes the feel of my stockings, but it was obvious he was trying to find how far up I'd let him move his hand as he kept sliding further ad further up my thighs. I think he was a little surprised that I never stopped him, even as he passed the tops of my stockings, getting dangerously near "home" that I had teased Ron about earlier.

I quickly realized that I had to go slow on my drinking, as they kept ordering shots and drinks the second I emptied my glass, or I was going to be fall down drunk very quickly. Damon and his friend were obviously trying to get us drunk, and doing a damn good job of it, to be honest. I needed a break from drinking so I drug Damon back out to dance. Lost in the middle of the pack, Damon was grinding his stiff cock into my butt and into my stomach as we danced. There's no safe position from him. I was getting so aroused from it. He had his hands on my hips, pulling me onto him. Then, without warning, he slid his hands up my bare midriff and then cupped my breasts through my halter top. I put my hands on his to stop him, but then decide to let him. No one, except for maybe Ron was watching, so who cares. Damon pinched my nipples through my top, causing me to moan in his ear. I guess he was trying to figure out if I was wearing a bra, and was happy to find out I wasn't. I got tired soon after that - dancing in 5 inch heels is not as easy as it looks, so we headed back to our table for a rest.

By the time we get there, we are full on making out, not just kissing. I sat on his lap again and we didn't come up for air until his friend returned with more drinks. We did the shots and had our drinks, and after those, I was drunk for sure. His hands were all over me as we kissed, and it felt amazing as he sucked and bit my neck. Damn I was getting weak from it, and I hoped my husband was watching me getting felt up by another man. I was being slutty just like Ron wanted me to be, and I was starting to wonder how big Damon's bed was. When Damon's hands finally reached home and found my wet panties, I shook in delight and a loud moan escaped my lips. Guess there was no more disguising that I was ready for him. I really wanted him to fuck me, and I ground on his fingers as he rubbed me. I know Ron said I could, but I was still not completely ready to give my husband's pussy to another guy - that tiny voice nagging me in the back of my mind, so I summoned up all the resistance I had left, and settled on going half-way.

I took Damon to the restroom, and we went inside, locking the stall door. I tore at his pants, getting them down and taking his cock out for the first time. The word huge didn't do it justice. He was long and so damn thick and OMG! freaking amazing! I was being a total whore, and just started sucking him right there. I had to taste him. Just the head alone stretched my mouth out. Even with my hand holding it, I could not manage to get all the rest of it in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing as I sucked him, and I was shocked how warm it was. I could make out every feature on it. Every muscle, and every vein. I loved having it in my mouth, so I just kept sucking him and I didn't stop until he came. I gagged and choked and some of his cum went up my nose there was so much of it, and that was after half of it shooting straight down my throat. I never had a guy cum with so much volume. No offense to Ron, but it was easily 5 times more than his. I held the rest of his cum in my mouth for a minute before swallowing it, savoring the taste. It was only a little bitter and salty, but more than anything I felt naughty having another man's cum in my mouth.

I did feel a little guilty because I don't usually swallow it for my own husband and here I was swallowing the cum from a guy I barely knew. However, this is Ron's fantasy, so I was going all out. Hopefully he would forgive me for acting like such a whore. Damon has the most amazing cock, and I could not help myself. I really wanted to let him fuck me, but it was time to go, and he was not getting my married pussy. Not yet.

When we got out of the bathroom, Damon asked me to give him my phone, and I did. He put his number in it as "Big Black Cock" and gave it back to me. The club was closing, and I could totally let him take me to his house and fuck me stupid, but I had decided not to. I told Damon good night and promised to text him tomorrow before I went outside and found Ron. I asked him if he was watching, and he indicated he saw everything, except what I did in the bathroom - he had noticed that I was in there for a long time with Damon, and he asked me "Did he fuck you?"

"No baby." I replied and then had a long pause. "But I admit that I wanted him to. I just couldn't bring myself to go all the way. Please don't be mad baby, but I was bad. I gave Damon a blow job. I hope that is ok. I don't want it to change things between us."

"Is it Ok?" Ron faked being shocked. "I think it's fucking hot as hell! Tell me all about it on the ride home." and we jumped into the Uber. I was a little embarrassed talking about giving a blow job right in front of the uber driver, but he spent most of the trip trying to look up my skirt, so I figured he must not be that offended.

I told Ron how big Damon is and how I was so turned on that I had to taste him. "It was a burst of lust. I just sucked him off right there in the stall. Please don't be mad, I just had to have him in my mouth." Ron just laughed and told me it was awesome and to continue. "Babe, I let him cum in my mouth. I swallowed his load. All of it, and it was A LOT! It was pretty yummy too."

Ron was not upset at all. He thought it was erotic, telling me he "Loved his wife being a slut for him." I laughed at the thought in my head that I had just given a blow job to another guy, told my husband about it and he was THANKING me for doing it. He's amazing.

"Do you really want to fuck him?" he asked me.

"I told you I would always tell you the truth, and I won't lie to you now." I ensured him. "Yes, I wanted him to fuck me. He is freaking huge! Of course I thought about how it would feel inside me, if it would fit at all. My God babe, he has an amazing cock!" I was a little worried I said too much, but Ron asked for it.

"I think you should fuck him then." my husband told me. I slapped his arm, but he said it again, "I'm serious. I want you to. I think it would be an amazing fantasy come true. It's like two fantasies in one. You having sex with another guy, and you getting fucked by a black guy. It turns me on so much."

I reached over to his crotch, and indeed he was rock hard. He pulled me in for a kiss, but I stopped him. "Honey, you don't want to kiss me right now. I just sucked another man's dick."

He just ignored my protests and we made out all the rest of the way to the house, with his hands under my top rubbing my rock hard nipples, giving the uber driver an eye full. I felt like we were teenagers, experiencing sex for the first time. Then it got worse. Ron started rubbing my soaking wet pussy, and got me off right there in the back of our uber, in front of the driver. I couldn't help it. It snuck up on me, and before I could stop him, I was cumming. I felt bad because the whole car stunk of my sex after that. When we did finally make it to the house, Ron already had pulled my top off, and we barely made it in the door. We had sex right on there on the living room floor at the front door. And again in the bedroom. And again in the shower. It was sexually the best night I'd had ever experienced.

At my husband's insistence, I started texting Damon the next day. I asked Ron if I should tell Damon that I'm married, and he said not to. He said Damon might stop talking to me if he knew, and he wanted me to continue to flirt and talk with him until I fulfilled his fantasy, so I did as he asked. I let Damon keep thinking I am single. When Damon asked me out on a date for the following weekend, I asked Ron what I should do.

"Babe, I trust you. I know you will never leave me, and I will never leave you. This is the fulfillment of a fantasy. I think we know we both like it. So if you agree, then I think you should go out with him, but it's up to you. You know I want you to. I just want a play-by-play afterwards."

I thought about it for a minute. Ron had openly declared I had permission to let Damon fuck me and was actually pushing me to do it. He showed no jealousy after I gave Damon a blow job, so I really didn't have any guilty feelings left at all. In fact, he repeated said he like it. Ron was happy, and Damon made me horny, so I accepted a date for the coming Saturday night. I agreed to meet him at a restaurant, and we would see what happens after that, but truth be told we all knew what was going to happen. Damon was going to fuck me and I wanted him to.

My conversations with Damon only got more and more naughty as we neared Saturday. On Friday, he asked me to show him my breasts, so right in front of my husband, I took my top off and snapped a selfie with my breasts showing. I'm not huge, but not bad either. Ron just laughed, and I asked him why he was laughing.

"It's not bad. It's normal. If you were single, you would do that, so no big deal. You are just keeping up the fantasy. I think it's hot that my wife is showing her boobs to another guy. A guy that's probably going to fuck her tomorrow."

I just smiled at him, and said, "Well, you will love this then." and I reached under my skirt, pulled my panties to the side, and gave Damon a snap of my wet pussy. Damon responded with a photo of "the monster", as I started calling it, and when I showed it to Ron, even he was impressed.

"How do you get mad at the Michael Jordan of dicks?" he said. I had no idea what he meant, but I fake laughed at his joke anyway. Wifely duty.

Needless to say, Ron fucked me good that night. Maybe I'm weird, but that made me feel better about the whole thing. If he was jealous at all, he would not get so excited, he would have avoided me. He loved everything I was doing, and he made me feel like a sexy queen for doing it for him. He said he was imagining Damon fucking me as we made love. Hearing that was quite erotic, and I had a really good orgasm with Ron pounding me into the mattress.

On Saturday, I let Ron choose my outfit. He picked a pretty short white dress, white hose and high heels. Obviously, he liked seeing me in white because I'm tan, but he also told me he liked thinking about the contrast between Damon's black skin and me in white. Ron did not want me to wear a bra again. Kind of riske' for a restaurant, but he's the boss. About 7, I kissed Ron and asked "Last chance. Sure, you want me to go through with this?"

He confirmed he did, saying "Yes baby. Now go get laid."

So I left for my date and jumped in the uber ride as Ron laughed and told me to go get fucked "literally". I felt excited and nervous - and a little bit crazy. I don't know what came over me, but I even flashed the uber driver as I crossed my legs in the backseat. His huge smile in the mirror told me he saw EVERYTHING.

Dinner was actually very nice. Damon was a gentleman, and I complimented him on that.

"There is a time and place for everything." He explained.

It was a little awkward talking about myself as Ron asked me to not disclose that I was married, so I had to be careful what I said, and Damon asked a lot about me. He was really into me. I was kind of in to him too. After dinner, Damon took me to a comedy show, which was really fun. The comedian was even a semi-famous indian comic. It was sweet that he went to the trouble to find something from my culture for our date. That was probably the final piece. Damon was getting my pussy tonight.

I had no idea that the place existed, and we had a great time. We laughed and drank too much, and when it was time to go, I was in a really good mood. It was after midnight when the show finished, and Damon offered to take me to a bar for more drinks. Being quite small, I was already drunk, super horny and ready for him, so I said "I've had enough already." Damon cocked an eyebrow at me, so I tried to casually say, "Why don't we go back to your place.", which came off sounding exactly like you would expect it, but oh well, I was there to get laid anyway. We walked to his car and he drove us to his house. TO BE CONTINUED.......