So, It's Tonight?

Trigger warning. This story is about a man who is insecure about his penis size, his wife who discovers that she craves big black cocks, and her first experience as a BBC hotwife. There is no humiliation, revenge, or other unpleasantries. They are a loving couple who go on a journey of mutual sexual discovery. It also uses frequent flashbacks as a framing device. If any of this is not to your taste or generates feelings of outrage, I encourage you to move along to another story you might like more. For those of you who read on, thank you and please enjoy. - MG

So It's Tonight?"

I was eagerly waiting for my wife Sara to see how our little experiment would work out, for both of us. I wasn't disappointed.

I heard the front door open and close and the sound of her heels coming up the stairs. She sidled into the bedroom looking sexy in her black miniskirt, matching thigh highs and sheer black blouse. Her anklet glittered in the soft lights of the bedroom, as did her eyes. Her face, framed by her blonde chin-length pageboy haircut, looked dreamily satisfied and happy, blue eyes sparkling.

"So?" I said. "How did it go?"

She smiled and pulled up the front hem of her skirt. Her freshly shaved pussy was puffy and slick looking. "Wonderful."

Sara was everything a man could want in a wife. Attractive, loving, caring, smart as a whip, great sense of humor and a more than healthy sex drive. We had fallen madly in love almost from our first date and became intimate very quickly. We wanted each other with a startling hunger, and I was both eager and nervous. Sara insisted that what was revealed in that first sexual encounter "didn't matter because she loved me." You see, I don't have a micro-penis exactly, but it is definitely below average.

Sara swayed languidly on her heels towards the bed, unbuttoning her blouse. "Do you want to hear about it?"

The blood was pounding in my ears and I just nodded, my mouth dry with a mixture of emotions.

"Well, I went to that bar like you suggested and found a barstool. I ordered a mocktail and slipped the drink cover over the top of the glass, drank from a straw and just waited."

"Did you leave your ring on?" I asked.

"Of course I did. I promised, didn't I?"

She perched on the edge of the bed and slid off her blouse then bent over to undo the straps of her heels. Her nicely shaped breasts swayed, transfixing me.

"The ring didn't seem to matter though because guys started to offer to buy me a drink, chatting me up." She winked at me with a wicked smile. "You were right about this outfit."

I had helped her dress before she had gone out. Sliding her stockings up her beautiful legs, kneeling in front of her and putting on her shoes, fastening the anklet in place with the little black ace of spades charm and finally pressing my lips into the satin fabric of her thong.

"I turned them all away baby, every one, until the right one came along. He was tall, with almost ebony skin and a muscular build with broad shoulders. Beautiful deep brown eyes and a bright smile. And..." she ran her hand over the small tent in the sheet I was raising "a huge bulge."

"Was he polite? Nice?"

She nodded and stood, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall at her feet, then sat back down with her stockings still on. She crossed her legs, wiggling her prettily painted toes and making the ankle charm sway.

"Oh yes, very. I mean, he clearly knew what my anklet meant. Not like the idiots who had approached me earlier. But he made conversation and didn't seem to be in any kind of rush. He put his hand on my knee once, but to start that was all."

"Did you suggest anything?"

"Oh no, I was having too much fun seeing the looks of the other men there, and a few of the women. And he was so sweet when I told him I was only drinking mocktails. He said he thought the drink cover was very wise."

She continued to lightly stroke me through the sheet.

"He was a lot like you my love. Kind, funny, interesting."

"Sounds like you sort of fell for him?"

She leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Ohh baby, no. We both knew what was going on. But he suggested we move to a booth in the back where it was quieter and more private. So we did."

Our sex life was decent, and I did everything I could to make up for my slight inadequacy. I learned to pleasure her expertly with my mouth and fingers. I even bought her a moderately sized dildo, which delighted her and we had much enjoyment from it. I loved making her cum and made sure she had at least one orgasm any time we had sex, but it was never from my penetration alone. I had never felt her have a really strong orgasm with me inside her.

"Is that where it happened? In the booth?" I asked, my voice catching.

"Not the last bit. But yes, our talk got sexier and his big warm hand was up over the top of my stockings before too long. And I was feeling up his huge cock through his pants." Her eyes were bright. "And I wanted it baby. I wanted it in my mouth, and in my pussy so bad. My panties were soaked before he even kissed me."

I groaned as she squeezed my cock through the sheet and then brought the fingers of her other hand up to my mouth. They had been between her legs and were slick when she pressed them into my mouth. I could taste her, and a separate slightly metallic and salty taste.

"I spread my legs lover; I spread them and guided his hand up into my panties. It was dark where we were sitting so I didn't think anyone could see, but I didn't care. And when he opened me with his fingers, my god it was hot. His hands were huge, with thick fingers. But he was gentle, pushing his tongue into my mouth while his fingers slipped inside me. I had a small orgasm right then."

My breathing was ragged, and the sheet was damp where it met the tip of my cock.

Sara laughed softly and pulled her hand away. "Slow down, lover. Lots of story to go."

We liked to watch porn together to spice things up a bit. We both had our favorites. I liked homemade stuff, not caring for the ridiculously fake bodies and performances of the women in the professional work. I preferred to see people who looked like people having real sex and real orgasms.

Sara discovered a taste for, and no surprise here, interracial. I worried a little about that since the massive, glistening black cocks made me look proportionately even smaller. Like I said, I am below average, but not extremely so.

Sara said I was being silly, that it was only fantasy. But I noticed that when I fucked her with the dildo while we watched those, her orgasms were much stronger and her talk got dirtier.

In the end we compromised on a genre we both enjoyed. Inter-racial real hot wives in motel rooms. I got the real orgasms, or so I assumed, and she got the big black cocks.

"I went down on him right there in the booth baby," she said abruptly still not touching me. She had pivoted around on the bed so that she had one leg open on it and was fingering herself so I could see.

"He had suggested we go to a hotel first, but I wanted him right then. I undid his pants and pulled him out. He was so big and wasn't completely hard yet. The upper part of his cock flopped over the side of my hand, so I had to bring my other one onto it. My fingers barely reached around it."

My cock was pulsing with its own heartbeat at this point, and I badly wanted her to touch me.

"Did he cum in your mouth?" I said, rushing things a little.

"You're in a hurry," she giggled "But yes. I stroked him for a bit until he got harder then ducked down. I licked at him to get him nice and wet, but still had to open my mouth really wide, just to get the head and upper part in. And yes, he did cum, a lot. It dribbled out of my mouth and down his cock. There wasn't any place for me to spit it out or anything to wipe it up with, so you know what I did?"

"What?" I whispered.

She leaned into me and whispered into my mouth before kissing me. "I scooped it all up into my mouth and swallowed it. Every last..." she licked at my lips "... drop." She pushed her tongue into my mouth. The same taste from her fingers was there

I started to shudder and moan but she reached down fast under the sheets, squeezing hard and stopping my orgasm. "Ah ah, not yet."

Enjoying Sara getting off like she did with the moderately sized dildo, I ordered a larger black one for her. It was veiny with a huge pinkish head. Her eyes went wide when I brought it out for the first time.

"I thought you might enjoy this one a little more."

She looked at it hungrily. "I think I will."

She howled like an animal when she came that night and her juices soaked the dildo and the sheets. She paid me off for the gift by riding me like a wild woman, talking dirtier than she ever had.

"Fuck me, ohh god fuck me lover. Fill me up. Shoot it all up in me."

When I erupted into her, she gasped with an orgasm she hadn't experienced with me inside her before.

I pictured the scene in my head, Sara sucking off her anonymous lover under the table, pearly white cum dribbling out between her glossy red lips.

She went on.

"He used his phone to book us a very nice hotel nearby. He offered to drive me there, but I took an Uber like we agreed."

I knew which hotel, and I knew about the Uber. For safety reasons we agreed I could track her phone and get Uber alerts on any ride she took.

"The elevator doors had barely closed before he pushed me against the wall and almost ripped my blouse open to get to my nipples. It was so hot. I knew the elevator doors could open any time, my tits were hanging out and I had one leg hooked over his arm so he could finger me. If we had been on a higher floor I would have gotten on my knees and sucked his cock again. I came on his fingers just thinking about controlling that monster cock with my mouth."

"Did he go down on you in the hotel room?"

"Oh yes. And he was very good at it. His tongue was like another huge cock he could open me up with. I lost track of my orgasms. And you know what else he did?"

I swallowed convulsively and shook my head.

She leaned into me, making sure her hardened nipples brushed against my chest, looked me right in the eye with a little smile and said, "He put his tongue in my butthole."

"Did he... did..."

"Did he what? Say it."

"Did he fuck you in the ass?"

"Patience, lover, lots more story to come.

Sara and I had tried anal since we both figured my size wouldn't be too much of a challenge. But the issue wasn't my girth; it was my length. Sara is wonderfully thick and curvy, with a plump and rounded behind. Almost no matter what position we tried, I simply didn't have enough length to penetrate her in any meaningful way.

So, we occasionally used the smaller dildo for anal play. She especially liked it when we used it to simulate double penetration. Most of the time we did that I was trying to fuck her, but it was a lot better for her if I just used the big black dildo in place of me.

Sara was keeping me on a perilous edge, and I was close to exploding. So, I decided to distract myself by pleasuring her with my fingers while she went on with her story.

She sighed when I found her wetness, "Oh yes. God I was waiting for you to do that baby."

Her slick heat on my fingers was blistering, and thanks to her shaving I could see her opening and unfolding like a beautiful pink flower. She was so wet that I easily slid my middle and ring fingers into her, making that beckoning motion with them that I knew would get her off.

"Oh, lover, keep doing that."

"Tell me how he fucked you."

Sara's chin was down on her chest, her eyes closed and brow squeezed as she shifted her hips, riding my hand.

"He fucked me so good, so very good."

I felt her inner muscles squeezing my fingers, so I started rubbing my thumb lightly across her hard and distended clit.

She gasped but kept talking as if in a trance.

"He was so big that I didn't think I could take hardly any of it. He laid me back on the bed, put a pillow under my ass and told me to trust him. When his head got in, I already thought he was going to split me open. But he went very slow, and I could feel him pushing in little by little, stretching me out and pausing to let me accept that part before he went deeper. It was driving me mad with lust. I wanted all of it, but I needed to control it. So, I told him I wanted to ride him instead. When he pulled out to lie down, I felt hollow and needed him back inside me immediately. And I didn't kneel over him. I squatted on my heels over him so he could get a good look at the action."

"I bet he liked that."

That broke her concentration and she looked at me with a bright smile.

"He said my pussy was so beautiful with his cock in it that he wanted a picture. We used my phone." She reached to the nightstand where she had put her phone, thumbed it open and showed me the screen.

Despite what I was looking at, her voice had an almost childlike innocence to it. "Look how pretty."

And there it was, her lips stretched and almost distended out around a glistening black cock that looked like a vascularized forearm. She must have been raising up when he took the picture because I could just see the straps of her stilettos.

She swiped across the screen with her thumb, and I saw what looked impossible. She had him hilted, her mons pressed down on the base of his shaft and the tips of her fingers on her clit and spreading herself.

A third image showed her raised up again, this time high enough that I could see her lips wrapped around the head, which was shiny with his cum and her juices. Both were sliding down his shaft, along with ropes of it leaking out of her.

"He filled me up, baby. And I brought it home for you."

The Valentine's Day prior to this event we went out to a very nice dinner. She wanted to exchange gifts at the restaurant, but I told her that my gift to her was at home.

She had given me a lovely watch engraved with her name and a heart. She also produced a sheer black lace teddy that she promised to wear to bed that night.

I took a breath and produced a large glossy black and red gift bag full of matching tissue. One matching box peeked out of the top.

I handed it to her, and she was surprised by the weight of it. "Todd! It's so much!" She exclaimed. But she eagerly pulled out the tissue, having a sense of what was in there. "Oh, I love getting clothes!"

"You should open the shirt box first," I offered helpfully.

She undid the red ribbon and laid the top of it aside. Reaching in, she held up an extremely sheer black blouse.

"Oh, Todd, it's beautiful! And so soft. I have just the right sexy bra for it too. Thank you!" Then she noticed the skirt underneath and held it up. It was very short with a silver zipper that went all the way to the hem.

"Very sexy, this will go very nice with the blouse. Now let me guess what might be in the flat box," she said playfully. She knew my tastes and wasn't surprised at the black lace-top thigh-highs and tiny satin thong.

She held them up, grinning at me. "You want to play dress up you naughty boy. And I bet the shoes... "she opened the shoe box "... ah hah, just what I thought. Matching black stilettos. So, what is the role play? Slutty secretary? Hooker?"

I cleared my throat nervously. "There's something else in the shoe box."

She peered into the box and pulled out a black velvet jewelry box. "Oh Todd! Jewelry too!"

She snapped it open and looked at it curiously, not immediately sure what it was. She lifted it out and held up a platinum anklet with a diamond-chased black ace of spades charm.

She looked past it to me. "Todd?"

I was trembling with what I said next. "Well Sara. You know how much I love you. I would give you the world if I could. But there is something that I think deep down you really want that I can't ever give you. So, I thought this would show you that... uhm... if you ever really wanted to go get that for yourself... I would..." my voice was quavering "you know... be ok with it."

She looked at me with a mixture of skepticism and genuine curiosity. "You don't really mean that, right? This is just part of the role play? Hot wife and big black dildo?"

I shrugged. "If that's all you want, sure."

She stared at me for a bit, emotions flashing across her face. Then she boxed up the gifts, put them back in the bag, and came over to kiss me softly. "I'll save those and surprise you with them another time. I'm going to go upstairs, clean up and slip into that lace teddy. Be in bed when I get there."

The sex was great that night for both of us.

A couple of months went by, and the outfit never appeared. I didn't even see the bag or the clothes anywhere. I figured I had botched it, and she had returned them all.

Then one Saturday night I was relaxing on the couch watching television when she came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.

"Todd, I want to go out tonight."

"Sure Sara, where should we go?"

"No, Todd, I said I want to go out," she said, placing the black and red glossy gift bag on the couch next to me.

I got light-headed and touched the bag with my fingers.

"So, it's tonight?" I asked without looking up at her.

"Uh-huh," she said as she kissed the top of my head. "Come help me dress?"

I stared at the phone screen, the reality of it hitting me like a freight train. She had gone out in a deliberately provocative outfit that I bought and dressed her in, including an anklet with a charm that screamed "come and get me" to anyone who knew what it meant. She found a black lover with a huge cock who gave her a fucking I would never be able to match and filled her with his seed that I had tasted on her fingers and tongue. And I had seen the dreamy, complete satisfaction on her face when she got home.

My emotions roiled in a complex mass while my raging hard cock bobbed and jerked.

Sara took my chin in her hand and pulled my head so that I was looking into her eyes.

"Todd?"

"Yes?"

"Reclaim me, right now. Please, I need you inside me."

The simultaneous orgasm we had was earth-shattering and ultimately life changing. With stockinged feet locked around the small of my back, the small anklet and charm making little silvered bell sounds, she bucked into me almost screaming with ecstasy. Blind to everything except the feeling of her wet heat clamped around me, I roared with pleasure and triumph when I came, shooting impossibly large loads into her.

Her voice was distant as my orgasm rocked me. "So hot. So good. I'm so full. I love you. Thank you."

When my pulsing finally stopped I all but collapsed on top of her, chest heaving and leg muscles still twitching.

"What just happened?" I gasped.

She laughed and squeezed me with her inner muscles again, milking what little remained in my balls into her. "I don't know, but it was wonderful."

Denouement

We showered in silence, washing and drying each other tenderly, lovingly. I think we were both processing what this evening meant for us and our marriage.

Cuddling in bed, the soft weight of her head on my shoulder, I asked, "What was his name?"

She sounded sleepy, deliciously sated and devastatingly feminine, "Darrel."

I let a few seconds go by.

"Are you going to see him again?"

"No," she murmured into my neck. "We didn't exchange phone numbers or anything. We didn't even give our last names. All he said when I left him in the hotel was 'Go home girl, and tell your lucky ass husband to reclaim that pretty little pussy of yours.'"

I tried to process that too and failed.

Sara snuggled into me closer. "I'd like to do it again sometime, with someone else if that's okay with you."

"Okay."

Her voice got playful "Maybe you could go with me?"

"Why? Do you want a threesome?"

"No, silly. So I can cuddle with you right after."