Part 1 - Jenna's Secret

This story is part of the Wife's Fantasy series. Before we go further, a quick heads-up: this story explores themes of hotwifing and stag/vixen dynamics. If that's not your thing, feel free to stop reading here. But if you're curious about how a fantasy like this plays out between two people who truly love each other—keep going.

I've known Marcus and Jenna Moore for years. To most people, they look like a normal, sexy couple—young, attractive, happily married, with that kind of easy affection you don't see often. But what people don't know is how open they are about their sex life... with me.

Yeah, I'm that friend. The one who gets the late-night calls, the post-orgasm stories, the "you won't believe what we just did" updates. It started off casual, but over time, they began to share more. Deeper things. Kinks, fantasies... the stuff most couples never talk about, let alone admit out loud.

So when Marcus called one weekend sounding half-shocked, half-turned on, I knew something had happened.

He told me Jenna had a secret. One she hadn't planned on sharing—but he'd stumbled right into it.

And once he did... he couldn't stop thinking about it.

They gave me permission to write this. To tell you what really happened.

Just... don't read this if you're afraid of what turns you on.

The Couple

Marcus is the kind of guy you'd describe as solid. Tall, maybe 5'11", light skin, short brown hair and warm green eyes. Not flashy. Not gym-rat ripped. But there's a casual strength to him—someone who's comfortable in his skin. He's got that low-key, sexy husband vibe. The kind who looks good just standing barefoot in the kitchen with coffee in one hand and his shirt half-tucked.

Jenna is... well, Jenna's the one who turns heads.

She's 5'6", with full, curvy hips, soft skin, and that confident kind of body that practically begs to be touched. Her brown hair falls in soft waves, and her hazel eyes always seem to carry some secret. She's got thick thighs, a natural bounce to her breasts and ass, and a mouth that looks like sin when she smirks.

They've been together for six years. And yeah, their sex life was still alive. Scratch that—it was thriving. Teasing, roleplay, mutual porn watching, surprise blowjobs in the car—these two weren't vanilla.

But even great sex has edges left unexplored. And sometimes, it just takes one moment to push someone over into uncharted territory.

Marcus didn't know Jenna had crossed that line.

Not until he found out by accident.

Wife's Fantasy

It started on a regular Saturday.

Jenna went out for groceries. Marcus stayed home, flipping through channels. Eventually, he clicked over to their porn app—just for something to kill time.

That's when he noticed it.

Jenna hadn't cleared the browser history.

And right there, in the "recently watched" section, were titles that stopped him mid-scroll:

"Snow Bunny Cum Slut Rides Massive BBC" "White Wife Shared with Black Bull" "BBC Friends Take Turns On Horny Housewife"

Marcus stared.

He wasn't mad. Just... intrigued. Curious.

So he clicked.

And what he saw hit him like a punch of pure arousal.

A pale woman moaning, stretched around a thick Black cock. Raw. Intense. Realer than anything Jenna usually watched with him.

And the thought hit him—she didn't mean for him to see this.

He sat back, hard, his cock stirring as the video played. This wasn't just porn. This was a secret.

And he wanted to know more.

When Jenna came home, it was all smiles and bags in hand.

"They were out of your protein bars, so I got the trail mix you like," she called from the kitchen.

Marcus played it cool. Still on the couch, TV off now.

"Thanks, babe. You're the best."

She disappeared into the kitchen. He waited a beat, then tossed it out casually:

"By the way, I opened our usual site and got some weird video suggestions. You been watching stuff without me?"

There was a pause.

"Weird? Like what?" she replied, trying to sound casual.

Marcus grinned to himself.

"Oh, just some snow bunny choking on a black dick. Then getting her pussy and ass filled."

That was a slight exaggeration—but he didn't mention the history. No need to embarrass her.

From the kitchen, he heard a quiet, mortified:

"Shit."

Then:

"Okay, yes—I've watched stuff on my own. You know I do sometimes. It's just something to get me going."

"Hey, I'm not mad," Marcus called back. "Honestly, it's kind of hot. Just surprised, that's all."

Jenna stepped back into view, cheeks pink. She tried to play it off.

"It's the heat outside. Made me snappy."

"No worries," he said with a chuckle. "You look cute when you're flustered."

He stretched. "The boys wanted a drink at Wade's. I'll head over for a couple hours. You good?"

"Yeah," she nodded, brushing hair behind her ear. "Just going to shower and relax."

"Perfect," he kissed her cheek. "Text me if you want anything."

Then he left.

Or so she thought.

Marcus drove around the block and parked. Waited.

Ten minutes. Fifteen.

Something told him there was more to this.

Quietly, he slipped back inside the house. Listened.

And then he heard it.

Low moans. The faint echo of porn from their bedroom.

He crept to the door, heart thudding.

And there she was.

Jenna. Naked except for the towel beneath her. Legs open, fingers deep, eyes locked on the screen.

On that screen, a woman was moaning around one thick black cock while getting fucked from behind by another.

Marcus stared, stunned—and turned on beyond belief.

He stayed there, leaning against the frame, watching as his wife lost herself to the fantasy.

Then he said, softly:

"Enjoying the show, baby?"

Jenna gasped, jerking upright, towel flying.

"Marcus!"

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said, stepping closer. "But damn... that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"You're not mad?" Jenna asked, still breathless.

Marcus sat beside her, brushing her thigh with his fingers.

"Mad?" he whispered. "Baby, watching you like that? I'm rock hard right now."

She blushed, tucking her legs under her.

"It's just... a fantasy. One I've had for a while. I didn't want to scare you off."

Marcus smiled, leaning closer.

"You don't ever have to hide that from me."

And that's when it changed.

When Jenna realized he wasn't just okay with it—he was turned on by it.

That night, over wine and dinner, things shifted. The silence between them wasn't awkward—it was electric.

By the time they finished eating, Marcus leaned over and said quietly:

"You ready to show me what got you so worked up earlier?"

Jenna looked up, lips parted. Nervous. Excited.

"Now?"

He smiled. "No pressure. But yeah... I want to see it."

And she knew—he meant it.

Later, the bedroom was dim, TV screen glowing softly.

Marcus sat shirtless against the headboard.

Jenna stood near the dresser, the remote in her hand.

"You're really gonna watch me?" she asked.

"Only if you let me," he replied.

She hesitated. Then climbed onto the bed, hit play, and let herself go.

The moans from the screen returned, syncing with her breathing. Her fingers slipped beneath her panties, slow and shy at first. Then deeper, wetter, needier.

Marcus watched every second.

When she started trembling, he leaned in. Touched her thigh. Whispered into her ear.

"Still so wet for them?"

Jenna nodded, her eyes fluttering closed.

"I can't help it... it turns me on so much."

He slipped his fingers beside hers, felt the heat, the slickness.

"You thinking about both of them again?"

"Yes," she moaned. "One in my mouth, one inside me... I want it so badly."

Her words sent Marcus over the edge. Not in anger. Not in jealousy. In pure desire.

He kissed her. Slow. Deep.

Then he asked:

"You want to be a black cock's slut?"

Jenna gasped.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want you to watch me take him. I want you to see how much I need it."

And with that, Marcus slid inside her—thick, hard, desperate.

Each thrust was deeper. Filthier. Hotter.

"Tell me again what you want," he growled.

Jenna moaned.

"I want to be filled... used. I want to be watched. I want to take another man while you watch me cum."

Marcus lost it.

He pounded into her harder, dragging her into another orgasm.

She shattered—screaming, shaking, soaked.

And then he came too, buried deep inside her, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Later, wrapped in the quiet glow of the room, Jenna curled into Marcus's chest.

"You're really okay with all this?" she asked.

He kissed her hair.

"Yeah. I didn't expect to be. But seeing you like that? I've never felt closer to you."

She smiled, soft and slow.

"Then... maybe someday we could try it?"

Marcus blinked.

"Actually do it?"

She nodded. "Just once. Or maybe not just once."

He grinned, eyes dark.

"Holy shit. My wife wants to make her fantasy real."

"Only if you watch."

He kissed her again. This time, slow and possessive.

"Then we'll make it happen."

They opened the door. Now, they just had to walk through it.

End of Chapter One

Next: The Search Begins...