Wifely Needs

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After four and a half years of marriage you might think that you know everything there is to know about your spouse. After four and a half years you may think you know their wants, their desires, their dreams, and most importantly, their fantasies.

I didn’t.

My wife Robin was always a very sexual woman by nature. She liked to dress to make men notice her, but while never being obvious about it. Although she never strayed, she liked it when men cast admiring glances her way.

Around the house she had a habit of wearing shear t-shirts, of course without a bra to support her lovely 36 C Breasts.

She also liked to wear sweat pants when doing things around the house, but this did little to obscure the beautiful lines of her slender body

My wife was tending her flowers in the back yard and I was out running errands around town. I had a list of things to get at the hardware store, the pet food store, and the auto parts store.

It should have taken me an hour or so to complete my shopping except for one thing. I forgot my wallet.

This was more than frustrating to me, it was also very inconvenient for me to drive back home to retrieve my wallet then go back out and resume my shopping.

I slipped into my house hoping to quietly grab my wallet without suffering the embarrassment having to explain to my wife that I had carelessly left it behind.

As I was about to slip back out the front door I heard a sound coming from our spare bedroom. It sounded like a woman moaning. I turned and looked down the hall but saw nothing.

There was the moaning again, a little louder this time.

I crept quietly down the hall listening for more sounds. As I approached the spare bedroom I paused for a moment, afraid of what I might see. My mind raced, was my wife having an affair behind my back? Was she injured or was she being raped?

I cautiously peeked in the door to see what was going on. There I saw my wife looking intently at the computer screen. There was a video playing that featured a well endowed black man having sex with a white woman.

My wife was sitting in a chair with her pants off and her feet on the desk. She was vigorously stroking a black dildo in and out of her sopping wet pussy. I could hear the sound it made as she plunged it in and out of her wetness.

Her moans grew louder as she was obviously racing headlong toward an orgasm, oblivious to my presence.

I watched for a long time as she pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and deeper until she finally let got with a loud orgasm. I had never witnessed her cum so hard in all the time we have been together.

She told me that she had always had a difficult time achieving orgasm, and as hard as I tried I could only give her an occasional release, usually with the help of alcohol.

She leaned back in her chair and basked in the afterglow of her climax as the video played on. After a few minutes the video scene changed to a white woman who looked like an average housewife sucking on a large black cock.

My wife took her black dildo and began sucking it like the woman in the video.

The sight of her at this level of sexual excitement caused my cock to come alive without any prompting from me.

When the video finished she turned off the computer and used a towel to wipe her wet pussy. When she finished she turned in her chair to get up. When she turned, she caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye and let out a shriek.

“What are you doing home?” She asked, out of breath.

I hesitated because I forgot for a moment why I had returned home, “I forgot my wallet,” I finally said.

I looked down at her naked pussy that was still open from the hard fucking that it received from her large dildo, then my eyes turned to the dildo that she still held in her hand.

“What’s that?” I asked. I knew what it was but at the time my mind was so scrambled by what I had witnessed that was the best I could come up with.

“I, uh. I…” In her shock and embarrassment she couldn’t form any coherent words.

“How long have you been using this thing?” I said, pointing to her toy.

“About a year,” She replied meekly.

This shocked me. I had no idea.

How often?” I asked.

“A couple of times a week,” She said in a very quiet voice.

I looked at it again and wondered how she was able to use it for so long without my noticing. I estimated it was eight or nine inches long and at least two inches thick. It was shaped like the real thing including thick veins. The surface of it was smooth and had a glossy black color.

I wondered how she could use it so much and not be permanently stretched out by it.

She was never that tight in the first place, I reasoned, but still, look how open her pussy was just after she used it.

My fears got the best of me so I asked, “How is it that you can put that big thing in your pussy so often. It’s going to stretch you out. Look how big your pussy is now. Don’t you care about having sex with me anymore?”

She looked down at her wide open hole and then back to me, “It’ll go back to the way it was in a few hours,” She replied.

Somehow that didn’t alleviate my concerns. I was sure that this toy of hers would ruin her for regular sex with me.

“Don’t worry,” She said as she got up from her chair. “It hasn’t made any difference in our sex so far.”

“What about that video,” I asked, “Are you fantasizing about having sex with black men? Is that what this is all about?”

The fact that Robin’s eyes wouldn’t meet mine gave me her answer.

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