"Are you sure?" I asked into her hair holding her in my arms as I inhaled deeply to remember her smell for the next few days.

I felt her nod slightly as she reassured me.

"I'm positive," she whispered. "We've talked about this for months and have gotten to know her. I don't want you to miss the opportunity to live out this fantasy."

Torn with conflicting emotions, I held her away from my chest and kissed her once more before we both said "I love you" one last time until I came home a few days later. Grabbing my suitcase to head towards the terminal, I turned to wave at my beautiful wife as she drove away.

How did I get so lucky? I pondered to myself as I walked inside. What kind of woman gives her husband permission and endorses her husband fucking other women? Well...not just any woman, the woman my wife gave me permission to fuck isn't your traditional woman.

I'm sure you're confused so let me back up my story and give you some context for where my marital adventure begins and how we ended up here. Wherever here is...I'm still figuring that out.

I'm Declan. My wife is Layla and we've been married 15 years. We've built the perfect life together. It hasn't been easy, we've had some rough years, sure, but we've stuck to each other and are stronger for it.

Layla is amazing, my dream woman. She's 5'1", a soft curvy size 14 (good men never share their woman's weight), fabulous 38DDD's and an ass I would hump in the middle of Times Square if she gave me the go ahead. With her fair, freckled skin coupled with long auburn hair, she's the girl next door meets curvy sex addict. Oh yeah, did I mention she loves to fuck, adores sucking my cock, is bisexual and is game to try any of my crazy fantasies? Yup, I'm one lucky son of a bitch, who married his perfect woman.

As for me, I work in the cyber security world. I'm average height and rock a nice dad bod according to Layla. I've got a great full beard and sport a sexy hairy chest that my wife adores. Our favorite part of the day is when we settle down to bed at night and she curls up on my chest and plays with my chest hair. She loves doing it and it's erotically relaxing to feel her little fingers teasing my chest all the way down to my balls. Layla says I'm her perfect man and it's amazing to know she loves me as much as I do her.

Yeah, we both hit the spouse jackpot in every way including our kinky freak sex life. When we started dating, it wasn't too long into it that Layla confessed her bisexuality. She shared about a few college lesbian interactions and eventually it led to opening our bedroom to a few single ladies with mixed success. We enjoyed most of them, especially the double blow jobs and my fucking the other girl while she ate Layla's pussy. Fuck those are amazing memories.

Over the years, our family grew and responsibilities sidelined our group sex fun somewhat but it didn't stop the kink factor in our marriage. We've tried pretty much everything from anal to toys to some bondage stuff. Yeah we don't lack for bedroom fun or consistency. But the best part is the safe space we have created with each other about sharing our kinks without fear of judgement. Layla trusted me with her desire to be dominated and choked; a few years ago I confessed to her that I wanted to share her with other couples and men. (Something that years ago I would not have been comfortable with.) In time, we did them all; the choking, other couples, single guys. It's gotten easier as our kids are older now and able to stay home alone, leaving us the freedom to live out our sexual fantasies.

So how did I end up on this plane without my wife and headed to a city where another woman is waiting for me? Well, this is our kinkiest adventure to date. Let me explain. Years ago, Layla stumbled upon my hidden fetish for trans women. To be fair, I had never disclosed this kink for some pretty obvious reasons over the taboo nature of my fetish. It was one of the few things that didn't go over well between us and we never really explored it as a possibility. She didn't understand the desire I felt for these women and it was left just a fantasy. I never minded her lack of interest; I mean we aren't going to all have the same fantasies. And how could anyone complain about a sex life like ours? It was amazing regardless and so I was happy to just leave this fantasy alone. Well until about a year ago when everything changed.

We had gone to a destination wedding at the beach minus kids. Layla booked a beachfront AirBNB and had planned a romantic, kinky sex filled weekend including trying to find a guy to fuck my beautiful wife. Even better would've been a couple or single girl but at the least, we knew a single guy would be an easy find. I wanted to see her plowed by another cock while she sucked mine. Damn I love watching her take it.

On the drive down, she was riding with her little feet out the window, her pink toenails sparkling in the sun (did I mention I have a serious foot fetish for her tiny feet) when Layla held up her phone for me to glance at. She had been scouring some adult hookup sites for a fuck buddy at the beach.

"How about them?" Layla asked the picture displayed on her phone.

"Oh yeah they look good. Message them," I replied glancing at the couple on her screen. The couple was your average 30-something, reasonably attractive.

She chatted with them for a bit but ultimately nothing came of the conversations. No biggie, we had options and several nights. Laying in bed that night after dinner and walking on the beach, we scrolled through hookup pictures while fondling each other.

"Mmmm she's beautiful," I heard her mutter.

I glanced away from my phone to her screen.

"Oh yeah she is," as I looked at the young woman. She was petite, young and smirking into the camera. What were the chances we could land the elusive unicorn for a night of fun?

"Message her, maybe she would be willing," I urged Layla as I gently tweaked a perky nipple.

"Oh you like her?" she teased me, my cock swelling in her tiny hand as I looked at the picture. "How about this picture?" as she swiped right.

My brain exploded. My beautiful little wife was showing me a transgirl. Did she realize what she was showing me? (Years ago she mistakenly sent me a threesome GIF that she thought was FFM but was really a couple fucking a transgirl.) I didn't know how to respond so I was honest.

"Wow...yes, I do. What do you think of that picture?" I asked carefully. It had been years since we had had this conversation.

"I'm not sure," Layla admitted. "She's sexy and I like her dick. I've never fantasized about fucking a big dick on a man but seeing her gorgeous body and huge cock is sexy."

Fuck. My mind was racing. Basically my biggest kink and fantasy was being contemplated by my wife. My perfect loving wife was lustfully looking at a transgirl with a sizable cock. Layla was not a size queen; though admittedly has never fucked a so called "monster cock". We have some larger dildos that we've tried with fairly moderate success but nothing over the top mind blowing results. Though secretly, the idea of seeing my baby railed by a bigger cock is something I'm very open to. And if that big cock is attached to a petite, feminine transgirl....my mind was exploding with possibilities. I had to tread lightly here.

"I'd love to watch you with her," I say softly as I tugged her nipple. Her back arched up pushing her soft breast into my palm.

"Mmmm I bet you would....I think I'd like to suck her big dick," Layla breathed quietly as she stroked my straining cock.

Oh my cock sucking addict of a wife. She had blown more guys in college than she could count. Didn't fuck them...just sucked and ditched. The mental image of her on her knees in front of this beautiful transgirl with her cock thrusting down my wife's throat was more than I could handle.

"God yes," I moaned. "I'd love to see that."

Her fist tightened and her stroking increased.

"I think it would be pretty hot to suck her off while you fuck her ass..." Layla whispered softly as if someone would hear her dirtiest thoughts.

"Fuck baby," I moaned as my thoughts exploded. "I'd love to do that someday."

I rolled on top of her and rammed my cock deeply into her wet pussy. God she hadn't sucked my cock at all and she was soaked. She really was turned on by this little trans girl.

"I want to fuck her ass while she fucks you with her big cock. I might even let her take your ass. Would you like that, baby?" I said testing the water.

Loud moaning ensued so I kept going.

"She can lay on top of you with your tits mashed together and her cock buried in you. Then I'll come behind her and fuck her hard so that her cock fucks your hard every time I thrust."

"Fuck her tight ass baby" Layla moaned into my shoulder.

"Or maybe you can be in between us and both of us in your pussy." I suggested.

She was panting now, so hot and primed by my fantasy. Her pussy was gripping my cock like a vice and I knew it wasn't going to take much else so I went for it.

"I want to feel her cum inside of you and have her cum all over my cock when I blow in you!" I cry out.

That did it. We both came hard and fast with that thought. Fucking hell. The idea of mixing jizz with a transgirl inside of my wife's sweet pussy was more than either of us could handle. Layla squirted all over my cock and the bed while I unloaded into her cunt.

While we didn't fuck anyone else that weekend, our sex was some of the hottest of our marriage. Mostly focused on sharing a transgirl, we fucked more times than we could count over the four days. Each interaction was charged with possibility. Both of us wondering if this was a fantasy we could ever fulfill.

Over the coming months, Layla and I flirted with the idea of playing with a transgirl more frequently. It became a prominent fantasy in our love making and a common topic of adult discussions. We talked about the appeal and why I have been so into them for a long time. (The dichotomy of a feminine body and a hard cock is mind blowing to me.) We discussed characteristics we both found attractive. Young, petite, small natural breasts, feminine features. Our only difference. Cock size. I find trans girls with small cocks most attractive whereas Layla has a fancy for petite girls with giant cocks. She'd never fantasized about a monster cock until now but the thought of being stuffed by a big dicked transgirl was a huge turn on for her and me, too.

Our bedroom chats frequently became focused on finding a transgirl to include in our sex life. Layla began to peruse adult sites and Reddit in search of possibilities. She started to follow various t-girls on Reddit and subreddits. We looked at profiles and picked our favorites. Several were featured in our play sessions. Those nights were explosive. Layla often guiding us through a fantasy as we fucked.

"I want her to ride your cock like this, daddy," she'd whisper in my ear while she rode my cock with her ass. "Imagine fucking her tight ass while her hard cock is leaking cum on your chest." Putting the picture into my head was an instant mind blowing orgasm for us both. Thinking about my cock being stuffed into a transgirls ass while my wife described it made us both crazy with lust.

One night after a particularly intense fuck, Layla was resting on my chest.

"I want to find a transgirl to fuck," she murmured sleepily.

She often made this comment so I moaned to signal my agreement.

"I'm serious, I'm going to look."

"Ok baby, maybe we can find a girl around here," I replied.

Wishful thinking on my part but Layla was determined. She found a subreddit for transgirls personal and began to message a few that she liked though not many messaged back. The few that did were not looking to actually meet and generally seemed to be flakes. One night though, it all changed. We were laying in bed when Layla's hand tightened its grip on my semi-hard cock.

"I found her," she spoke softly.

"Oh yeah?" I replied my curiosity piqued as I turned towards her phone.

The girl on the screen was perfect. Dark shoulder length hair framed a soft face that held big eyes and full lips. Her body was petite, maybe a few inches taller than my wife, but slender. Almost waifelike. Small breasts peeked out of a lacy bra and a perfectly firm small ass was highlighted by a lacy thong. My cock hardened. Layla swiped right to the next picture. Her front shot. Her tits were small. The exact opposite of Layla's ample assets. Her stomach, smooth and firm, led down to a clean shaven, lace covered bulge. It was hard to tell how big her cock was but she clearly had something growing in her lacy panties.

"She's perfect," I admitted, staring at the new object of our fantasies.

And then my sweet angel of a wife said something that would rock my world.

"I want you to fuck her."

"Yeah baby, I'd love to see you with her. She's perfect and everything we've fantasized about," I admitted.

And then my wife said something I never thought I would hear.

"No, I want you to fuck her alone. She lives in Denver. I want you to fuck her the next time you go for work," Layla said matter of factly.

I was speechless. Utterly speechless. For context, we've never played alone. The appeal of sharing with other people is us participating together and seeing each other's pleasure. This was uncharted territory.

"Baby, I want this to be our fantasy together," I replied. "This was never about you not being there. I want to watch her fuck your pussy. I want her to be the only other cock to ever have your ass. (I'm the only dick ever to take her ass.)"

"I know, babe," Layla reassured me. "I want to be involved and be there to experience this with you, too. But, I also know that finding a transgirl is harder than finding a unicorn. And I guess what I'm saying is that if you ever had the chance to be with one that you are attracted to, I would want you to fuck her. I don't want you to miss that chance at fulfilling your fantasy."

"But my fantasy includes you, babe," I protested, though my rigid cock betrayed my words as it leaked precum all over Layla's fingers.

Layla rolled over to face me and scooted down to pay homage to my slippery dick. Her tongue flicked out and tasted me as she wrapped her hand around me. I felt her lips latch onto the head of my dick and start to suck.

God my wife is a goddess when it comes to sucking cock. She's a true cocksucker. Her pussy literally drips when she is sucking a hard cock. She gets all into it, using her lips, tongue, hands, nails, hair. Yes, hair. She teases my cock with the ends of her soft tresses. It feels incredible.

She shifts off her side and settles between my legs. Oh yeah, my brain is in overdrive, as I feel her tongue on my balls and working its way under them. I fucking love when she eats my ass. Layla's tongue starts to flick my asshole as her fist glides up and down my cock. I look down to see her glorious ass high in the air, her tiny hand wrapped around my leaking dick, and her head buried in my ass eating away.

"Would you like her to eat your ass like this baby?" she asks between licks.

I moan low in my throat. My mind instantly flashing to the little Denver girl. I picture her slender ass between my legs, and imagine her cock accidentally rubbing my leg. My dick leaks more.

"Oh, you would enjoy that, I think," Layla eggs me on as I squirm when her finger begins to probe my ass. My head begins to spin as her finger slips in palm deep.

"Mmm you really want her, huh?"

More moans escape me but I have no words. My wife is a witch talker. A fantastic story teller. When she gets going, I can see the story unfold easily in my head just by listening to her. It's another incredible addition to our love making.

After slipped another well lubed finger into my ass, Layla shifts up and takes my cock deep in her throat. She begins to moan loudly as she moves up and down, fucking my cock with her mouth. Her fingers slip in and out of my ass slowly in tandem with her gliding mouth.

"I'd love for you to fuck her sweet face like this baby," as she pushes further into my ass.

My mind clearly seeing her fantasy being painted before me. The tiny transgirl between my legs, her fingers fucking my ass as I thrust into her throat. I hold my wife's head down deep on my cock, gagging her until she gasps. I know her pussy is slick. I release her for a breath.

"I want you to fill her mouth and her ass next time you go," she tells me before taking me deep in her mouth again.

More face fucking. My grunting and thrusting becoming more urgent and demanding as her fantasy grows in my mind. Breath.

"That's it, baby, fuck her little face. Use her throat before you fill her tight ass."

And that's it. My cock takes over and slams my wife's mouth. I fuck her face senseless before blowing streams of cum down her throat, my ass clinching down on her fingers. The orgasm crushes my body as my fantasy is laid before me.

Moments later, Layla comes up the bed and kisses me. I can taste my cum on her soft lips. She rolls over to the side and grabs her vibrator. I reach down to touch her cunt and she's saturated. Clearly, this new fantasy is an obsession and making her hotter than she has been in a while.

Layla looks at me with heavy lidded eyes, "I want you to fuck her, daddy," she moans softly. (She sometimes calls me daddy when she's in that submissive headspace.)

"I don't know baby. I want you there."

"I know, and I want to be there. But I am serious, I want you to fuck this girl. I want this fantasy to become reality even if I'm not there. The idea of you fucking her in a hotel across the country has me so hot."

My mind is a mix of emotions and thoughts. I can't process them all but watching my wife writhe on the bed under her vibrator sends me into her world.

"I'd love to stuff my cock in her ass while I hold her and feel her cock on me," I whisper softly while I tug her nipple. "I want to blow my cum deep in her tight little ass after I use her."

And then she came. Layla's body shook and she cried out, "fuck baby" as her release washed over her.

Later, as Layla was drifting off to sleep on my chest, she says, "I'm going to message her tomorrow."

I didn't know what to say so I leaned over and kissed her head. I couldn't believe this was something we were actually going to pursue. I didn't know if anything would come of it but it didn't really matter. Our sex life was hotter than ever and it was just fantasy. So regardless of the fantasy becoming a reality, I was loving this new level of play for Layla and I.

Little did I know that only a few short months later, that fantasy would in fact become the reality I had dreamed about for years.