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 The Awakening

   By Straight_8

   When my wife of twenty-one years developed carpel tunnel syndrome last
Fall, we knew that some complications in our life were to be expected. 
Carol, herself a physician, was well aware of the implications of the
corrective surgery--that recovery was often slow and was likely to keep her
out of work for quite some time.  I knew that years of a busy medical
practice had ill-prepared her for a long stretch of relative inactivity. 
Even on long weekends with nothing to do she tends to go a bit stir crazy
and usually ends up making life miserable for me in the process. 
Especially with our daughter away at her second year of college, I knew she
would need something to keep her occupied during the weeks of her recovery.
What was to happen, however, was a shock to us both and has changed our
lives more than I could have ever imagined.  Before I report more recent
events though, a bit of background is probably in order.

   Since we met in college, Carol and I have been very much in love and
quite devoted to each other.  We both worked very hard at building a
successful life together.  I worked two jobs while she attended med school.
And when our daughter was born, I stayed at home during the day and
attended night school to finish my MBA.  My wife joined the busy medical
practice of which she still is a partner today, 19 years later.  We have
had a remarkably good marriage and have built a very nice life together.  I
have always considered us to be very mainstream and ordinary in all
respects--perhaps even too ordinary.

   From the time we started dating, Carol has always been a rather modest
person.  She is quite fair, and blushes easily when self-conscious or
embarrassed.  Our sex life has always been healthy, but has at times been
marked with some conflict.  I have sometimes felt that she lacked a sense
of adventure in bed and her somewhat shy personality has made talking
frankly about sex difficult for her.  She has always had a lovely petite,
but curvaceous body and the years have added only a few pounds.  Her
breasts are round and pendulous and her ass still looks great in jeans or a
bathing suit.  I love her body as much today as I did 20 years ago.  Her
cute, girl-next-door looks have held up tremendously over the years and she
still can turn heads at age 43.  I have always enjoyed making love to her
and she has always expressed the same to me.  Sometimes, though, I have
wished she were a little less shy and a little more wild.  Over the years,
I have gently tried to get her to open up with very limited success. 
Sometimes we would try something new-- toys, lotions, even anal a couple
times--but it was always with a reluctance that clearly communicated the
she "was doing it for me" and not because she wanted to.  So, in this way,
our sex life has normally consisted of a routine--an enjoyable routine, but
still a routine.

   When our daughter left for college, things did begin to change a bit. 
Not having a child in the house had the effect of lessening her inhibitions
a bit.  We began to have more spontaneous sex.  She began to let me shave
her.  And we even rented porno videos on occasion---which is where this
story really begins.

   One night, while watching a video, I remarked upon the size of one of
the actor's cocks.  To my surprise, Carol responded rather nonchalantly,
"I've seen bigger." While not a virgin before we met, I knew that her
sexual experience was pretty limited--so I said, "yeah right!" She just
chuckled and replied, "I'm a doctor, remember?" In all the years we'd been
together I had never really given that part of her job much thought. 
Intrigued, I pursued it a little further asking her about some of the
biggest she'd seen.  At first, she got self-conscious again, but I
persuaded her to tell me.  She said she had seen a few over the years
larger than the actor's (who had to be 10 inches or more).  Just then it
occurred to me that in order to know that, she must have seen them with
erections--how could that be?  She turned a bright red as she told me it
wasn't too unusual for a man to have an erection during a genital exam. 
When I shot back that it had never happened to me, she reminded me that my
doctors have always been men.  Then I became very aware that my own cock
was at that moment erect--very erect.  This whole discussion had made me
very excited.  So even though she was trying to avoid the subject, I
pressed her for details...who, when, how big?  "It's not like I get out the
measuring tape and keep track," she giggled.  But seeing the effect our
little chat was having on me, she relented and shared her experience.  It
was a couple years ago a patient who came in on a medical disability for
the insurance physical.  "How big?" I asked.  "I dunno--how big is he?" she
said pointing to the television screen where now a woman was getting her
silicone tits fucked by another massive cock.  About 10 or 11 inches I
suggested.  "Well he was about 13 then," she said without batting an eye. I
was sure she was joking, but her very clinical assurances convinced me she
was telling the truth.  We ended up fucking right there on the floor in
front of the television.  My dick was harder than I could remember it being
for a very long time.  I wasn't sure why, but the thought of my little wife
in the presence of such a monster-sized cock aroused me--really aroused me!


   This conversation and others like it became an occasional part of our
sex play.  We'd talk about her doing exams on men.  Sometimes she would do
a playful mock exam on me and the role-play always made the sex to follow
very hot.  Gradually, I began to ask her more personal questions in our
little hot chats.  I would ask her if she was ever aroused at work while
she was doing an exam.  She always resisted talking about it, saying that
it would be unprofessional for her to get aroused in that situation.  She
would try and change the subject, and we would.  Then, one night, I noticed
a slight change in her response to my questioning--she still said it was
unprofessional, but she added, "anyway, I'm sure I could never handle one
that big." Her armor had cracked!  I now knew that she had, on some level,
given it some thought.  She did have sexual thoughts, however fleeting,
about patients in that situation.  Now caught, it was easier now to get her
to open up bit by bit.  Until finally, several weeks later she admitted to
me that did sometimes have fantasies (and even masturbated on occasion)
thinking about some of her male patients.  When I asked her about the guy
from the disability physical, even I was surprised when she blurted out a
throaty, "yes, especially him!" I remember fucking my very prim and proper
wife that night--it was some of the best sex we'd ever had.  I had an
erection that lasted through two orgasms and she even had a rare orgasm of
her own during intercourse-- something that has only happened a handful of
times in our marriage.  Although we continued to chat about this topic, it
slowly faded away over the months and became more of an occasional part of
our foreplay--especially after our daughter came home for the summer.

   I drove Carol home from the hospital after her surgery, her arm wrapped
in heavy bandages and a splint.  The surgery went well, but involved both
tendons promising a longer than hoped for period of recuperation--7 to 8
weeks minimum.  I suggested she consider traveling to spend time with her
mother, but she quickly quashed that idea.  Within a few days, she was
bored and bouncing off the walls.  She needed something to keep her busy.
We decided that it might be a good time to have some projects done around
the house.  We had always thought about replacing some of our old flooring
with tile or cut stone, perhaps now would be a good time to have it done
with Carol at home to kind of direct the project.  We went to a local
dealer with our plans and they helped us pick out the materials.  As we
were having three rooms and a hallway done, it was going to be quite an
undertaking.  The installation would take at least two weeks.  Within a few
days the materials began to arrive.  By the end of the week, the garage was
half full of the cut stone.  The next morning, as I got ready for work, the
installers arrived.  Carol answered the door.  As I walked from the
bathroom towards Carol in the front entryway, I could see the flush on her
face--she looked as if she had seen a ghost.  She seemed nervous as we
talked with the installers and kept glancing toward me as we walked them
through the house.  When they finally went out to gather their tools, I
asked Carol what was wrong.  She was very red now and she kind of stammered
as she said, "that's him!" "Him who?" I asked.  "Him the disability
physical...him!" she said making a gesture with her hands that reminded me
momentarily of how someone might describe a large fish they had caught.  "
Which one?" I asked looking out the window.  Carol pointed to the taller of
the two men now busy unloading tarps from their van.  He had introduced
himself as Tariq when we shook hands a few moments earlier, and I now
recalled how large his hand was as we exchanged greetings.  I immediately
found myself looking down between his legs to see if I could discern any
unusually large bulge there.  His baggy hip-hop style pants made it
impossible to tell anything.  He was tall and thin--maybe mid-20's.  He had
dark olive skin and a corn-rowed hairstyle.  I looked at Carol, "did he
recognize you?" I asked.  She wasn't sure.  As much as I hated to leave
Carol in her present state, I had to get to work.  I told her I would call
her later from the office.

   My drive to work was interesting; I was full of mixed emotions.  I was
amused at the circumstance that a man who had become an element of our
psychological sex life had just walked through our door in the flesh.  I
was concerned about my wife, who when I left, was visibly shaken up.  I
might have even been feeling a bit of dread or foreboding over knowing he
was there--I cannot recall for sure.  Mostly though, I was aroused.  My
pleated pants were tented with my erection; I even had to rearrange myself
before I went into the building so as not to be obvious.  As soon as I got
to my desk, I shut my door and called Carol.  She seemed to have calmed
down a bit so we didn't chat long.  She said she would probably just stay
in the upstairs while they worked to avoid having to talk with them very
much.  I went about my work with some difficulty, as I was still fairly
preoccupied with the situation at home.  Later in the day, sometime after
lunch, Carol called me on my cell.  It struck me as strange because she
normally calls the office phone during business hours.  Her voice had
changed.  "He knows," she said.  This vague, two-word utterance sent my
head spinning and I felt a wave of nausea.  "Knows!  Knows?...knows what?"
I asked.  Going through my mind were all the fantasies and scenarios Carol
and I had had over the past year...it was illogical, irrational--he
couldn't know any of that.  I pulled myself back to reality and asked
again, "what do you me he knows?" "He remembers who I am," Carol replied. I
asked her how she knew for sure.  Carol told me that during a foray down to
the kitchen Tariq had surprised her.  In her already nervous condition she
had given a little startled scream and Tariq apologized--"Sorry Doc, I
didn't mean to scare ya." So he knew she was a doctor, he had remembered
her.  "Is that it?" I asked.  "Yes," she replied "sort of." "Sort of? 
Whattya mean sort of?" I inquired.  "Well, he looked at me," Carol
answered. "Looked at you?" I said.  Our little exchange went on like this
for several minutes, back and forth.  Bit by bit, Carol revealed that when
Tariq had surprised her, she had had a similar feeling to the way I reacted
initially to her phone call.  She knew now that he remembered her from the
clinic, but there seemed to be more.  She felt that he somehow knew more.
That he in some way knew about her sexual fantasies.  I assured her that it
was all in her mind--that her nerves had just made her mind race away. 
"I'm not nervous," she said.  Then it hit me....  the change in her voice.
She sounded calm.  "Why did you call me on the cell, by the way?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk dirty," she answered.  "Really!?" I stammered.  "Yes,"
she replied with a little laugh "but now I think I'll make you wait until
you get home." She hung up on me.  In 21 years of marriage, this was as
close as we had ever come to phone sex--and it was Carol who called to
initiate it, imagine that.  The last couple of hours crawled by; I couldn't
wait to get home to my sexy wife.  Traffic was a mess and my commute,
normally a pain, was almost like torture.  When I pulled in the garage,
still stacked high with the stone flooring, Carol was waiting at the
entryway door.  She still had her bathrobe on and I teased her about really
playing up this sick leave thing.  "I suppose you haven't even cooked me
anything," I teased.  As the garage door closed, she opened her robe and
flashed me.  She was naked under the robe except for her panties.  "I'm
cooking something for you right now," she shot back as she rubbed her
crotch with her one good hand.  Suddenly my shy wife had become a real
vixen.  I was a bit shocked, but very pleased...and excited.  Hardly
getting my coat off, I whisked her upstairs to our bedroom.  My clothes
were shed in an instant and I crawled up over her and we kissed hard.  I
worked my way quickly down between her thighs and began working her panties
off down her legs.  I noticed immediately that they were soaked.  Not damp,
not wet, but soaked--the crotch slippery with her juices.  And when I
spread her legs and began to lick her pussy my tongue was met with a syrupy
flow of wetness like I had never before experienced with Carol.  I love
oral sex and gladly service Carol every time we make love.  It has become
part of that routine we have developed through the years.  I love to make
her cum with my mouth; it gives me real pleasure to be able to provide her
with a climax.  As I have said, she has had only a few actual orgasms as a
result of our intercourse.  So, other than occasional mutual masturbation
games we play now and then, oral is the only way I get to experience
watching her reach climax.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but
normally if it does work, it takes a long session of dedicated, rhythmic
licking to bring her up to and over the edge.  We have to start slow and
work up to it.  Carol's body, which I have come to know so well, has to
give me the signals I need to know when to increase the pace and intensity.
She never speaks, never says a word--normally.  Not that day!  Within a
minute of starting my oral ministrations, she blurted out, "Suck my clit
baby, suck it hard!" Taken aback by this new behavior, I paused briefly. 
My inaction was greeted by an even louder order by Carol to suck her clit.
I obeyed and jumped right into what is normally the grand finale of my oral
sex routine.  I smashed my tongue down hard on her clit and ground it
roughly around her swollen nub.  As fast and hard as I could, I alternated
between licking and sucking motions and in less than a minute she was
there--bucking and writhing on my face.  My long, slow licks as she was
coming down from her orgasm were greeted with the biggest ooze of goo I had
ever seen escape her little pussy.  I began to remark that it was about the
quickest I'd ever seen her cum when she pulled her thighs up over my head
and very sternly said, "Fuck me!" Carol was full of surprises.  I had never
before seen her so aggressive in bed and I wasn't complaining.  I slid my
cock deep into her dripping wet pussy.  It felt incredible, the unusual
sensation of her juices oozing out of her tight pussy as they were
displaced by my cock.  I had to fight off my own orgasm from the start and
it wasn't long before the lovely sensations won out and I came hard inside
her with a groan.  As I lay atop her, our bodies still molded together as
my erection sank and finally slid out of her, I saw something in the basket
on the nightstand.  Rearranging the basket, I saw a dildo--a very large
dildo--protruding from the basket.  "Well, well," I chuckled, "what do we
have here." I grabbed the rubber giant out of the basket and gave it a
shake.  "I thought you had thrown this thing out," I said.  She blushed,
then looked very embarrassed and quickly left the room without saying a
word.  The dildo, which she had actually gotten as a gag gift for her 40th
birthday, was about the length and thickness of the tube it came
in--similar to the cardboard tube inside a roll of paper towels.  A gag
gift, not a real sex toy, it was made of cheap rubbery plastic.  We had
jokingly used it a bit when she got it.  I'd ask her to suck it or stroke
it--mostly for visual effect.  The couple times I'd tried to get her to
consider letting me put it in her pussy, she was like ' yeah
right...whattaya trying to kill me?' It had just disappeared from the "toy
box" at some point, and I had assumed Carol had just thrown it away. 
Anyway, she was obviously very embarrassed as she left the room.  I was
unsure whether to go after her or just give her some space when I noticed
something.  The dildo was on the bed and in the light I could see a haze on
the shiny plastic shaft of the dong.  A closer inspection revealed that the
haze was unmistakably dried pussy juice.  So....she had used it for
penetration and she had done pretty well too...the dry haze went more than
two-thirds of the way down the shaft of the hulking tube.

   My decision to give Carol some space turned out to be the right one. 
She is a shy person, especially when it comes to sex, and I knew I had
embarrassed her.  I went to the kitchen and made some soup and sandwiches.
When Carol came down after taking a shower I apologized to her.  We had a
nice talk, perhaps the first truly open discussion we had in a very long
time.  When the talk turned to the events of that afternoon and evening,
she was blushing but still able to be very honest about her inner feelings.
As it turned out, Carol had in fact spent much of the day up in the bedroom
as she had planned.  After Tariq had recognized her though, it caused some
kind of profound change in her.  She revealed that she had become very
aroused...."almost as instantly as flipping a switch," as she put it.  The
afternoon in the bedroom was mostly spent masturbating she confided.  She
had even watched a porno by herself--a first.  And then she hesitantly told
me what I'm sure was underlying all of it.  "I couldn't stop thinking about
his cock," she said almost apologetically to me.  I assured her it was OK.
After all, I had admitted to her on many occasions that I think about other
women sexually--even sometimes during our lovemaking.  "But you're a man,"
she said, "you're supposed to!" With my reassurance, she was able to smile
and even laugh a little.  Besides, I admitted, it makes me horny thinking
about it too--and I did love the fringe benefit of coming home to a
ravenously aroused wife.  Then, she asked the question that changed
everything.  Carol looked at me, she wasn't blushing anymore.  "So, you
actually like to think about me fucking another man?" The question had
never occurred to me in quite so stark terms before.  I stammered,
"well...well...." "Well?" she repeated.  I told her that I had fantasized
about it, in a passing way.  Nothing very specific or anything, but some
vague images had run through my brain...yes, I guess so.  As I danced
around the question, she came right to the point.  "Do you imagine me with
Tariq?" Now I was caught, and of course the answer was obvious.  I nodded.
She was now smiling broadly.  "Whattya imagine?" she continued coyly.  At
this point, I suggested we discuss this subject someplace other than the
bay window of our breakfast nook.  We both sprinted up the stairs like
giddy children.  I lay on the bed and Carol immediately put her head on my
chest and began rubbing the swelling crotch of my underwear.  The head of
my now fully erect cock began to peek of the waistband.  "Oooo, there's my
little guy!" Carol chirped as she peeled back the underwear freeing my
cock. I'd never heard her use the word 'little' in any reference to my
penis before.  I didn't say anything about it, especially since her head
slid deftly down my torso and I felt the warmth of her mouth envelop the
head of my cock.  The shaft of my cock was still a bit encrusted with the
products of our earlier lovemaking.  Normally, Carol would have balked at
putting it into her mouth in that condition.  But nothing about my wife's
behavior that day was anything close to normal.

   Carol began interrogating me between slow, nursing sucks on my swollen
cock.  What did I think about?  When did I think about it?  General at
first, then more and more specific.  We both knew where she was headed and
it only took a few minutes to arrive at the heart of the matter.  The
fantasy was her being taken by a man, a man with a very large cock.  We had
covered this territory before in our little hot chats and role plays, but
never in such a direct and frank way.  Also, it had always been rather a
one way thing as well--with me directing the situation.  The tables had
turned a bit now it seems as she admitted bluntly that, "I'd like to feel a
really big cock inside me!" Now, my head spun a bit.  I've never thought of
myself as anything other than pretty well-endowed.  When fully erect, I'm
almost 8 inches long.  When Carol and I make love, she has often complained
that I hit her cervix and it is painful.  So the thought that I was
anything other than 'huge' in her mind had never really occurred to me.  I
had seen the pornos, of course, and witnessed the freaks of nature with
their donkey dicks, but I had always taken Carol at her word that they
didn't really appeal to her.  When she picked up the dildo that was still
lying next to us on the bed and held it up next to my cock, I had the first
tangible feeling of inadequacy I had ever experienced in my life.  I could
see the line of depth still marking the dildo--it was nearly at the exact
length of my cock.  But there was another good 3 to 4 inches of untouched
plastic on the dong.  "It's not really the length you know," Carol intoned.
"Huh?" I muttered, still looking at the comparison.  "It's not the length,
its more the thickness that scares me," she said.  I looked at her left
hand holding the toy, the fingers just wrapped around its circumference. 
The dildo was a good deal thicker than my cock--you could easily see the
difference with the naked eye.  And when she set the dildo down and
regained her grip on me, I could clearly see by the way her fingers
overlapped her thumb the point of her comparison.  As she awkwardly stroked
me with her off hand, she told me how she had used the dildo to masturbate
that afternoon.  She explained how it took her a long time to get used to
the girth, but had finally managed to get it to 'bottom out' in her pussy.
When she told me how she had orgasmed unexpectedly (and without being able
to even stimulate her clitoris because of her splint) her hand tightened
its grip on my cock.  The sudden change in the level of stimulation caught
me off guard and I began to cum.  Equally surprised, Carol gave out a
little scream as the semen ran down her hand.  She began stroking me
quickly and a few more good spurts leapt into the air from my cock.  We
both laughed.  "Well, you were excited weren't you?" she giggled.  As her
head dropped and began licking the cum off my flagging erection I thought
to myself that my wife was finally becoming the sexy, adventurous woman I
had always wished her to be.  I sidled across the bed and began to nuzzle
my face between her legs.  I licked her pussy a bit, but she said she was a
little sore from all of the day's playing.  She asked me just to cuddle
with her.  As we cuddled, I whispered in her ear about how sexy she was. 
How I loved that she could finally share with me her fantasies and inner
sexual feelings.  I even told her how it turned me on to imagine her
thinking of Tariq as she used the dildo on herself.  When I asked her how
it felt to imagine Tariq's big cock slide deep inside her, she smiled
rather sinfully.  "Wonderful," she purred, and after a short pause added,
"but Tariq is much larger." With that she turned out the lights.

   I lay awake a good while that night.  My mind was racing as I had a lot
to digest in such a short period of time.  I liked the thought of my new
'hot wife' and was glad that I had some new insights into her
sexuality--much of which had always been such a mystery to me.  But my
thoughts kept returning to her words..."but Tariq is much larger." It
wasn't just the words, but how she said them.  There was a primal sound in
her voice.  Was it possible that he was "much larger?" After all, that
dildo was a foot long!  Surely she was just exaggerating for effect. 
Moreover, my mind kept mulling over the real possibility that this might
actually go beyond a matter of fantasizing.  I wondered.  I asked myself
what I would do or say if she really wanted to have sex with this guy.  I
had no answer and I couldn't sleep.  After several hours of restless
tossing, I whispered, "Carol...you awake?" Nothing.  Again, "Carol, you
awake?" This time a little grunt came back.  After a third try, she
sleepily replied, what is it?  The sound of annoyance in her voice made me
wonder if I should just drop the whole thing, but I continued anyway.  I
asked her bluntly, "Do you really want to fuck Tariq?" "What?" she
muttered. "I said, do you really want to sleep with him?" She rolled over a
bit and whispered, "it really doesn't matter what I want," she said,
because it's not going to happen." Then silence.  "Whattya mean by that?" I
finally questioned.  "It's just a fantasy," she assured me.  "Besides, I
already have my stud," she cooed and rubbed my leg.  But I wasn't
satisfied. "Hypothetically," I said, "would you like to?" Again, silence.
Finally, she answered, the annoyed tone back in her voice, "it's 3:30 in
the morning, can we discuss this another time?" Not wanting to risk pissing
her off, I dropped the subject.  I did finally fall asleep, for what seemed
like minutes, before my alarm clock woke me up.

   To my surprise, Carol was already out of bed.  She is normally something
of a sleepyhead and it is rare when she beats me out of bed in the morning.
I heard the shower running.  I went down to the kitchen to make my pot of
coffee, as is my usual routine.  For the first time I went down the hallway
to the family room where Tariq and his partner had begun laying out the new
floor pattern.  It seems strange, but I had almost forgotten that we were
in the middle of pretty major household renovation project.  About half the
stone was laid.  The baseboard moldings had been removed from the wall and
were leaning in a corner.  I walked up to get a closer look at the stone
when I stepped on a nail and cut my heel.  I hobbled back to the kitchen
and grabbed a paper towel to soak up the blood.  I then went upstairs to
the master bath to find a band-aid.  Carol was just stepping out of the
shower.  As I sat on the toilet unwrapping the bandage, I saw that she had
shaved her pussy and was busily checking out her handiwork in the mirror.
Carol rarely shaved herself--until a year ago she absolutely refused. 
Since then, it has only been with my periodic insistence that her pussy got
a regular grooming--and I was always the barber.  She might touch it up
around the edges now and then, but the serious trimming and shaving was my
domain.  I usually tried to create kind of a "spa-day" atmosphere when we
did it.  It always ended with me diving tongue-first into my creation to
give her a splendid orgasm as the coup de grace'.  I looked at her nearly
bald pussy in the mirror.  She had done quite job on herself.  Only a tiny
patch of fur was left on the top--a much more radical job than she'd ever
let me attempt before.  "Nice!" I commented, "it's making my mouth water."
"A new look to go along with my new attitude," she announced.  Then she
noticed my foot.  Asking what happened, she bent down and helped me put
some anti-biotic ointment on the small puncture before she covered it with
the band-aid.  Then she looked up at me; she was flushed.  Perhaps from the
shower, I thought.  "Remember what you asked me last night?" she asked a
bit tentatively.  "About Tariq, you mean?" I replied.  "Yes, did you mean
it?" she continued.  As I considered where she was going with this, she
spelled it out for me.  "You really wouldn't mind if I...?" her voice
hesitated, "um...made love to another man?" Trying not to embarrass her, or
make her feel any more uncomfortable than she obviously already was, I
bravely said, "no, not if you wanted to." I was keeping up a good front,
but inside my stomach was churning.  I was naturally very conflicted, but
continued on in a confident tone, "I want you to experience things, to
explore your sexuality." "If you want to try something like that, you
should do it," I added.  "You wouldn't think I was some kinda slut?" she
said as she stood up.  "No, not at all," I said, unsure if what I was
saying was completely true or not.  The conversation ended with her
expressing doubt about her ever having the guts to go through with it
anyway.  And then strangely, the conversation went silent.  Nothing more
was spoken about it the rest of the morning as I got ready for work and ate
breakfast with her.  As I was going out the door, however, Carol called
down the hall, "besides, Martin is always here with him anyway...so it
really wouldn't work." Momentarily confused, having no idea what she meant,
I continued getting into the car.  As I closed the car door, I remembered
that Martin was the man working with Tariq on the floors.  I thought about
going back into the house to pursue her meaning, but when I glanced at the
clock on the car's dashboard, I saw that I was already running late.

   Traffic was a bitch!  There was a steady rain and the normally slow
traffic was even slower as I made my way into the city.  As I crawled along
my mind had time to mull over all that had transpired since I left work
yesterday.  The incredible sex with my somehow transformed wife, the speed
with which an improbable fantasy was moving toward a tangible reality and
running constantly through my brain a pornoeseque vision from some
video--except instead of some silicone starlet, it was Carol being ravished
by the hung stud.  I had started all of this with my constant pushing and
prodding; I knew that.  Feelings of uncertainty mixed with those of
eroticism and excitement.  Did I really want this to happen?  Really?  My
breathing was rapid and shallow.  Before I knew it, I was suddenly pulling
into the lot in front of my building.  Without even realizing it, I had
oozed through my underwear and pants, a large wet circle marked the front
of my slacks.  I reached for my cell.  I pushed the speed dial for our home
number and took a deep breath.  Carol answered.  "Hi honey," I said rather
meekly.  "What's up," she replied, "forget something?" I could hear voices
in the background.  "Who's that?" I asked.  "Oh, Tariq and Martin are
here," she went on, "they are carrying in the rest of the stone for the
family room." "Oh," I said rather stupidly.  "What's up?" she repeated.  I
paused a moment as a couple of co-workers walked past my car and drummed on
the hood.  "I just called to tell you that I love you," I hesitated, "and
that if fucking Tariq would make you happy, I want you to do it." Silence.
"Well?" I finally said after waiting an agonizing moment.  "I love you
too," came her reply.  She quickly added, " I'm gonna let you go now," and
her voice dropped to whisper, "my knees are shaking." And that was it.  The
phone beeped signaling the end of the call.  Work was torture.  I kept
looking up at the clock which seemed to be moving as slow as the morning's
traffic.  Finally, around eleven I called Carol again on the cell.  We had
a fairly lengthy chat about the whole thing, I again reassuring her that I
was OK with it.  Then she brought up a good point.  What if Tariq wasn't
interested?  I had never really even considered the possibility.  I
reminded her that he had gotten an erection during his exam.  "Well a lot
of men do, it might have been just a physiological reaction," she
explained. I suggested she hang out more downstairs and see if she could
gauge his reactions a bit.  She hesitantly agreed.  I hung up the phone and
waited for the work day to end.

   When I got home, Carol was sitting in the breakfast nook drinking a cup
of tea.  She was managing to cook dinner one-handed.  Over dinner we talked
about what she had found out.  I was amazed at the ease of how we now were
talking about so illicit a topic.  She said she still wasn't sure about his
interest.  She did report that she found him to be a very interesting
person.  They chatted about his background (Martin's too, she didn't want
to be impolite or seem too conspicuous about her focus on Tariq).  He was
North African by birth.  His parents had immigrated to the U.S.  when he
was a child.  He had dropped out of college when he found he could make
good money doing what had been a summer job of working for a home
remodeler. "He's really quite well-spoken and polite," she said.  "He calls
me Doc and opens doors for me and such." "I like him," she said with a
little laugh.  The rest of the evening passed rather quietly.  We watched
TV and read the paper.  When it was time for bed, we cuddled and kissed in
a non-sexual way.  "So, how are we gonna find out?" I asked.  She assured
me she had a plan as she turned out the lights.

   The next day passed without much incident.  I arrived home from work and
Carol was headed out the door to go to a meeting.  We didn't have much
chance to even talk about what she had found out that day, if anything. 
Her only response when I asked her was, "I'm working on it." On Thursday, I
had an early client and left for work before Carol was even out of bed.  My
morning was murder and when I returned to the office I saw three missed
calls on my cell--All from Carol.  I quickly shut my door and dialed. 
"What?" I whispered into the receiver.  "Could you pick up some milk on the
way home dear?" she replied.  "That's it?  Milk?  I snorted.  "Yes...and by
the way, he's interested", she said with an evil little chuckle.  "What--he
said so?  I replied in an excited whisper.  "Not in words," she said.  "How
then?" I asked.  Carol went on to tell me all about her diabolical little
plan.  It seems she had figured out a way for Tariq to 'accidentally' see
her naked.  She had left a note on the kitchen counter asking that one of
them to come upstairs when they arrived.  She waited upstairs until she
heard the footsteps coming toward the room and then pretended to be coming
out of the shower as he walked in.  "Wait a minute," I stopped her, how did
you know it was going to be Tariq instead of Martin?" "I didn't," she said
giggling, "I just took a chance." "Besides," she added, "I had a feeling it
would be Tariq." "I really think this was meant to be, so I just knew it
would be him," she said sounding very self-satisfied.  "What did he say?  I
eagerly inquired.  "Nothing, he just stood there," she replied.  "And
exactly how do you know he is interested then?" I said not thinking about
the obvious idiocy of my question.  "A woman knows," Carol answered coyly.
"And when you are the size of Tariq it is especially easy to tell," her
voice fell off in laughter.  "What did you do?  I said.  "Well I acted
surprised of course," she went on, "and covered myself with a towel and ran
back into the bathroom." "I found out what I needed to know" "After all",
she continued, "I didn't want him to think I was a slut---at least not
yet!" I left for home a half hour early.  I couldn't wait to get home to
Carol.  She was proud to act out the whole scene for me that evening before
we fucked like teenagers only a few feet from where she had pulled off her
little stunt.

   The ball was rolling now.  I had to pinch myself to remind me this was
really happening--or going to happen.  Even I was shocked, however, with
the speed with things were set to proceed.  I no more got settled at my
desk the next morning when my cell phone rang.  It was Carol and she was in
a panic.  "What's the matter?" I asked.  "He's alone," came her cryptic
reply.  "Huh?  Alone?  Who's alone?" I sputtered.  "Tariq!  He's here alone
today?  She whispered into the phone.  "Where's Martin?" I asked.  She
explained that they were doing the grouting today and apparently it only
required one of them.  So Martin had gone to do some estimates on another
job.  Carol was absolutely frantic.  I couldn't calm her down with my
assurances.  Finally, I just suggested that maybe she wasn't ready.  With
that, her whole demeanor changed.  She began to argue that this might be
her only chance with Martin gone and all.  She was suddenly calm.  The
topic moved quickly to protection.  Carol is on the pill, but beyond birth
control we hadn't really discussed the topic of protection.  I told her
that I had some condoms in the back of the downstairs bathroom closet. 
Finally she asked once more, "are you sure you are OK with this?" I assured
her that I was as ready as I was ever going to be and she had my complete
blessing.  I hung up the phone, I suddenly felt very alone.  I finished my
work as best I could, half waiting for the phone to ring.  It never did.  I
fought my way through Friday rush hour and as I pulled onto our street, I
saw the van just exiting the driveway.

   When I entered the house it was dark--and quiet.  I called for Carol,
but got no reply.  I quietly walked down the hall to our bedroom.  "Carol?"
I called quietly.  I could hear the water running in the master bath as I
entered the bedroom.  The bed was flung apart.  Pillows were on the floor.
My eye went to the sheets-they were covered with several large, wet
patches. When Carol emerged from the bathroom, we were both a bit startled.
Her hair was in a tangled mess and her body was red with the flush of sex.
Her breasts and thighs were especially red and blotchy.  When our eyes met
we stared blankly at one another...then she broke out into a huge smile.  I
walked over to her and hugged her whispering in her ear, "How was it?"
"Unbelievable!" she replied in a throaty growl, "thank you." We kissed
deeply and fell onto the bed.  I stood up long enough to strip off my
clothes before climbing back down on top of her.  My hard cock oozed onto
her belly as we kissed.  I sucked and kissed her breasts which looked red,
swollen and sore.  As my head moved down her belly, she stopped me, "wait!
You might not want to go down there." "Yes I do," I said gently forcing her
thighs apart.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  Carol's pussy was nearly
unrecognizable!  It was puffy and swollen, the red blotches on her thighs
gradually darkening until they became one scarlet triangle around her
swollen gash.  Her labia were splayed open and distended and the opening to
her vagina was spread wide clearly revealing the beet-red flesh of her
interior.  Then I saw the reason for her warning.  Still pooled in her
gaping pussy and dripping down the crack of her ass was clear evidence of
Tariq's cum.  "Are you mad at me?" Carol pleaded.  "What happened?" I
asked, "I thought you were going to use a condom?" "We tried," she said
starting to cry, "but it was impossible." I know I should have stopped, I
know...for God's sake I'm a doctor, I know." I crawled up and hugged her
quieting her sobs.  "What do you mean impossible?" I asked.  "They just
kept on breaking," she said as my eye focused on something on the floor
near the bed.  It was a torn ring of latex, the remains of one of the
condoms.  "I told you he is huge," she blurted, I could barely stretch it
on him and as soon as he would get it inside me it would just tear." She
went on apologizing until I covered her lips with mine and kissed her
deeply.  My erection was as full as ever and I moved it down and entered
her.  It felt almost alien.  It was slopping wet and squishy as I sunk all
the way in.  her pussy made a burping sound as I pushed in.  The only
comparison my mind could make was to the sex we had had soon after the
birth of our daughter.  I could almost make a complete stroke, it seemed
without even touching the walls of her vagina.  And when I moved my hips
from side to side my cock literally rattled inside her.  She winced several
times before sharing with me that she had never been as sore.  I took my
weight up off her and made some long, gentle strokes.  Looking down I could
see blobs of curdled cum mixed with small clots of blood covering my shaft.
She looked into my eyes and whispered, "cum inside me." In a few strokes I
complied and added my load to the mixture already inside her pussy.

   After a shower together, she went out and started changing the sheets.
It was awkward with one hand, so I toweled off and helped her finish.  We
lay together for a long while as she told me in great detail about her day.
She told me how she had gone down and sneaked the condoms out of the
downstairs bathroom.  She kept trying to figure out how she was going to
"pop the question." She explained how at 1:30 he had finished the grout
work and was getting ready to leave---how she felt that is was "now or
never" and was forced to make her move.  "How did you do it?" I asked. 
"Well, she admitted, I really didn't have to." "You mean he made the first
move?" I guessed.  "Not really," she said, "was just kind of a mutual
thing." As he had begun to gather his tools she started helping him.  They
chatted and then he told her that she should just rest her arm.  When he
talked, he couldn't make eye contact.  He was somewhat embarrassed
apparently about the incident the day before and apologized for walking in
on her.  Carol replied that now they were even.  Meaning that she had seen
him naked during his physical.  "Oh, ya remember that, huh?" he replied. 
Carol told him that he wasn't the kind of man a woman easily forgot.  And
then it happened.  They embraced.  "And the sex?  Good?" I asked.  She
blushed..."Yes, but hard at first." "I could hardly get my mouth around
him!" she shared flippantly.  "And then we had the whole condom fiasco" she
went on.  She apologized again and explained that she was just so turned on
she couldn't stop.  Kissing her on the cheek I assured her of my
forgiveness.  "And then trying to fit him inside me!  Oh my God!" she said,
hardly able to contain herself.  "He's very patient actually," she
continued, "it must have taken 15 minutes for him to slowly work it in."
"It hurt like hell at first, she grimaced, "but then it was wonderful." It
was a lot easier after the first time," she smiled.  "After the first
time?" I asked, "how many times did you do it?" "Four," she said matter-of-
factly, "if you don't count oral." "Really?" I said sitting up, "he came
four times?!" "Five, he came in my mouth the second time while he was
giving my pussy a rest," she said wickedly.  " He cums a lot too," she
shared seeing the effect her confession was having on me.  Her hand began
to stroke my growing cock as she went on, "I almost choked on it there was
so much." As I started to move my cock down towards her pussy, Carol asked,
"would you mind just fucking my tits, I'm a little sore." She pressed her
tits together as I straddled her.  Her pale breast flesh was still marked
red in spots--roughly in the shape of his hands.  As I fucked her tits she
told me how he had fucked her--every position, every load he shot.  "How
about you?" I grunted, "did you cum too." She giggled, "why yes, silly!"
"More than once?" I went on.  "Yes," she said coyly.  "Well, are you gonna
make me guess?" I pleaded.  "I dunno, seven or eight times I think... they
kinda ran together, ya know...I kind of lost count." She was so matter of
fact as she went on telling me how it just got better and better as she got
more used to the size of his cock.  How full she felt with him inside her
and how wonderful it felt to be stretched.  As she talked it occurred to me
that Tariq's cock had made her cum more in one afternoon than she had cum
from mine in 21 years.  As I quickened my pace, Carol shared one more
tidbit with me, "His cock is so big that I suck him while HE fucks my
tits." The "HE" rung in my ears as the friction of her breasts pushed me
over the edge.  I shot thick jets of cum into the hollow of Carol's neck.
"Could you get me a wash cloth, Hon?" she asked sweetly as the semen began
to run down the sides of her neck, "clean sheets and all." As I ran the
water to warm it up, I felt strangely perverted.  Here I was listening to
my up-till-now innocent wife tell me how she was fucked by another man--and
not just any man--and it made me aroused.  Humiliated and aroused...at the
same time.  As I rung out the cloth, I thought to myself...all in all, I'm
glad she went through with it; I'm glad she got to fulfill a fantasy.  She
mopped the ooze off her neck and chest and handed me the washcloth to put
back in the bathroom.  When I came out, she was just turning out the
lights. As I climbed into bed, she turned and kissed me on the cheek and
said, "next time we'll have to get some extra large condoms."

   'Next time...next time,' the two words kept echoing in my head.  I don't
know why I should be surprised that she would want to sleep with Tariq
again.  After all, from the sound of it, Carol had just experienced the
seminal experience of her sexual life--no pun intended.  What nagged at me
was that the situation had now turned 180 degrees.  It was no longer me
urging and prodding her, but instead, Carol was now controlling how things
were going to play out--and with little consideration, so it seemed, about
how I felt about it.  After a restless night, I awoke and looked at my
lovely wife laying next to me.  Outwardly she hadn't seemed to change at
all.  She still looked like that shy, modest girl-next-door that I had
known and loved for so long, but now I knew there was another side--one
that had remained obscured through more than 20 years of marriage.  I
cuddled up against her and she made a soft, quiet murmur.  As we spooned, I
noticed a wet sensation on my thigh.  Instinctually, my cock began to rise
along her back.  As Carol slipped into consciousness, however, she sat bolt
upright.  Pulling up the sheet, she blurted an excited, "oh my God!" And as
she hopped quickly out of bed I could see the red running down her leg.  I
looked down to see a large splotch of blood on the sheet where she lay. 
Concerned, I followed her into the bathroom where she was on the toilet
mopping blood from between her thighs with a handful of tissue.  "Your
period?" I asked.  She said she wasn't due for at least two weeks.  "It's
just from the trauma, I'm sure," she said in her clinical doctor voice. 
Now as a non-medical person, when I hear the word trauma I think of
emergency rooms and life support.  Carol assured me that it wasn't anything
serious.  "He's just so big and I'm just not used to it--that's all," she
said calmly as the last of my erection slowly disappeared.

   I stripped the bed for a second time and started a load of laundry after
getting the coffee maker brewing.  I brought a mug of coffee to Carol who
had moved to the living room couch.  She was lying there rather lewdly
wearing just a robe.  Her legs were spread frog-like as she pressed an ice
pack wrapped in a washcloth to her pussy.  As she lifted the cloth, now
stained pink from her blood, I stared at her nearly bald bottom.  It was
still red and swollen.  I moved to floor near her and pressed the cold,
moist cloth against her as she sipped her coffee and stroked my hair.  "Are
you sore?" I asked.  "A little," she replied, her hand slipping down to
caress my face.  We went on to discuss the events of the previous day in
more dispassionate way.  She talked about the whole mechanics of having sex
with Tariq...how it was completely different than with me.  Just the size
difference and how that affected her physically.  I guess I was still
unable to fathom it.  I wasn't small, we'd had long, rough sex before.  She
explained that Tariq hadn't been rough.  In fact, he had been very gentle
and patient with her.  Then she made a simple gesture that crystallized it
for me.  Carol took hold of my wrist.  She wrapped her fingers around it
carefully.  She then slid her hand up my forearm a bit and paused.  Her
fingers wrapped tightly around my arm until her forefinger and thumb
created about an inch-wide gap.  My jaw dropped.  "No way!" I breathed. 
Carol smiled and nodded her head.  "I told you he was huge," she smirked.

   The weekend was spent rather lazily.  Carol nursing her bruised bottom
and her wrist (oh yeah, I almost forgot about the wrist!).  I noodled away
on the internet, browsing through a lot of "monster cock" websites,
periodically bookmarking certain images.  There seemed to be an awful lot
of faked shots.  Eventually I called Carol in to look at some of the
pictures.  We scrolled through the list, laughing at some of the fakes. 
When all was said and done, we found only three cocks that as Carol put it,
"were in Tariq's ball park." All three belonged to black porn stars:
Lexington Steel, Jack Napier and a guy called Mandingo.  On Sunday night,
as I continued my illicit internet activities, Carol came in and peered
over my shoulder.  She noticed my obvious state of erection.  Rather
embarrassed, I moved to cover it up.  She motioned for me to turn off the
computer and come to bed.  We kissed and talked briefly before Carol
abruptly stopped me by saying, "I think my pussy is well enough for a
little kiss." I can count on one hand how many times Carol had initiated
oral sex over the years (although, to be honest, I don't usually give her
much of a chance), but I wasn't too taken aback to quickly dive between her
legs.  We had a long session of licking that ended in a very nice orgasm
for my lovely wife.  Not wanting to chance intercourse, Carol motioned for
me to bring my now dripping cock to her mouth.  Unlike my friends who
complain that their wives forgot what a blowjob was after the wedding
night, I have always gotten lots of lovely oral attention from Carol.  She
almost always sucks me before intercourse, and getting oral to completion,
though something of a special treat, is not unusual.  Often, when I am
close she will use her hand to bring me off on her tits and neck.  On rare
occasions she will let me cum in her mouth, but it has always been obvious
that it was something she didn't particularly enjoy...and my cum invariably
ended up going down the bathroom drain.  Carol gives good head!  She rolls
her tongue around the glans and establishes a good pace and rhythm.  She
can normally get me most of the way down her throat several head strokes in
a row.  It may have been just my imagination, but this night Carol seemed
especially able to take me deep--her lips grazing the base of my cock. 
What I didn't imagine though, was what happened when I came.  When I gave
her the signal I was close, rather than pull off, she clamped down even
harder on my cock.  When I came, the jets shot directly down her throat. 
She only gagged briefly as my whole load emptied into her mouth.  Even
after my orgasm was over she continued to nurse on my flagging cock, until
it became too much for me to bear and I had to pull out.  "Wow!" was all I
could say as I fell exhausted next to her.  As we snuggled we talked. 
Carol stated the obvious when she said, "this whole monster cock thing
makes you horny, doesn't it!" I admitted that I guess I had always had the
fantasy of watching her get fucked by another man.  The whole monster cock
thing was a rather recent twist on the whole thing.  "And you are still OK
with the Tariq thing?" she asked sweetly.  "'Cause if it bothers you, it
won't happen again." Finally, the words I had hoped to hear.  I was again
being welcomed back in to the decision making process.  I looked at her.  I
had never felt anymore in love with her than I did at that moment.  "I only
want you to be happy," I said rather tritely.  "Are you sure?" she asked
again.  "Yes," I said kissing her forehead.  She smiled broadly.  Then I
decided I'd drop a little hint.  "I wish I could watch," I whispered. 
"Oooooo, that would be fun!" she replied wickedly.  That is how the next
phase of our little adventure was born.

   Although we talked in generalities, the basis outline of our plan took
shape that evening.  The big decision was what approach we would use on
Tariq.  As things stood now, Tariq believed I knew nothing about he and
Carol.  If she were to reveal the truth now--that I had known the whole
thing ahead of time--we would risk him being turned off by the whole
situation and the whole thing would collapse.  Thus the decision was made
to continue the deception.  The next morning, we continued the conversation
while I got ready for work.  The first time was by Carol's account, rather
spontaneous.  So I was concerned that maybe he'd have had second thoughts
that he might not agree to a second encounter at all.  Carol chuckled when
I said so.  "He was already scheming how he would shake Martin this week
before he even left on Friday," she said with an evil grin.  "So he thinks
you are just another cheating housewife, eh?" I suggested.  "Well," Carol
added, her smile turning to more of a look of chagrin, "I might have given
him the idea that you didn't care for sex anymore." "Me!?" I said
incredulously.  "I had to do a little acting," she said.  "You're a
terrible actress," I reminded her.  "I must not have been that terrible,"
she chided me laughingly as I was going out the door, "after all he did
fuck me for almost 3 hours." Carol was getting good at putting the hook
into me right at the very moment when I could do nothing to respond.  I
endured another commute with a bone in my pants.  Just as I was getting to
work, my cell rang.  It was Carol.  She called to remind me to pick up some
extra large condoms on my way home from work.  I could hear voice in the
background again...."Are they there already?" I asked.  "Yes, they are both
here," she replied, not hiding the disappointment in her voice.  "Gotta
run," she added, "love ya!" And the cell beeped as she hung up the phone.

   My drive home takes me along a busy street with several stoplights for a
few miles before I get onto the interstate.  There must be at least 6 gas
stations on that stretch of road.  And now, I think, I have been inside
every one.  In each there is an almost identical isle with almost the
identical selection of over the counter medicines, contact lens solution,
band-aids and condoms.  3 or 4 brands, 3-packs or 6-packs, original or
'ribbed for her pleasure'--but not a single package saying extra large was
to be found anywhere.  My only recourse now was the busy mega-pharmacy near
the interstate intersection.  I felt like an embarrassed teenager buying my
first pack of condoms when I saw that they were behind the pharmacy
counter. I waited in line trying to spy the selection on the distant shelf.
I spotted a black package with XL on it, and when I got to the front of the
line I pointed mutely.  "Condoms?" the female pharmacist asked.  "Yes, XL,"
I replied.  "What size?" she asked.  "Extra large," I repeated.  Blushing,
she laughed a little as she clarified, "no, I mean how many...3-pack, 6 or
12?" Now I felt a blush on my face as I stuttered, "..er...um...give me
12." I caught her sneaking a glance toward my crotch as she rang them up. I
grabbed the bag and headed out the door as quickly as possible.  When I got
to my car, I opened the bag to inspect my purchase.  I peered inside at the
package of Trojan Magnum XL's.  Curiosity got the best of me and I had to
open the box.  Inside were 2 connected foil strips of 6 condoms each. 
Tearing one off, I could see the contour of the rolled up rubber inside. 
It was clearly of a larger diameter than the condoms I had used in the
past. Having bought a full dozen, I was certain that I had at least one to
spare, so I opened up the foil wrap.  The rubber ring contained within was
indeed sizable--clearly larger than the diameter of my cock even at its
fullest state of engorgement.  Even more impressive though was the condom's
length.  Unrolling it by hand was no easy task; without something to
stretch it over, it wanted to keep rolling itself back up.  When I finally
got it unfurled, it looked like a tube sock.  I held it to my crotch and
was amazed that it reached 3/4 of the way to my knee.  I had spent nearly
an hour on my condom scavenger hunt, so I quickly jumped on the interstate
and headed for home.  One good thing about my delay was that the bulk of
rush hour traffic had passed and my drive was nearly 15 minutes shorter
than usual.

   I arrived home just as Carol was sitting down to eat.  She had saved me
some supper in the oven.  Over dinner we chatted amusedly about my
adventure in trying to find the condoms.  I produced the unrolled condom
from my pocket and handed it to her.  She seemed completely nonplussed
about its amazing size.  Instead, she inserted her fingers into the open
end and gave it a bit of a stretch.  "These are the largest size, right?"
she asked rather nonchalantly.  "Yes," I replied waiting for her to crack a
smile, but she didn't.  Changing the subject, I asked her how her day went.
"Was it awkward?  I asked, "having Tariq in the house...after what happened
Friday I mean." It wasn't, she reported, she said she was actually more at
ease now.  "The not knowing, the anticipation was much more nervewracking,"
she confided.  "Oh, and about your little theory that he might not want to
have sex again," she said a bit braggingly, "I think we can put that one to
rest." She told me how Tariq had kinda caught her in the front hallway. 
"He kinda pinned me up against the wall," she said smiling.  "Let's just
say it was pretty clear he was still interested," she said with a sly
laugh. "You could see it....  through his pants?" I muttered.  "Oh yes, and
feel it," her hands gesturing like she was polishing a precious antique as
she spoke.  Only the fact that Martin was in the next room working kept her
from jumping him right there she openly admitted.  Then she asked coyly,
"think you can get the day off Thursday," as she handed me a crumpled piece
of paper from her pocket.  The paper, a torn estimating sheet from the
flooring store, had a short note scribbled on the back, "will be alone here
Thursday." "He handed it to me when they left," she purred.  After dinner,
I did what I could to coax Carol up to the bedroom early.  She gently but
clearly communicated that she wanted to give her pussy a good chance to
recover over the next few days.  "You understand, don't you Sweetie?" she
cooed in her most manipulative voice.  I did understand and Carol's promise
that "I'll help YOU out, though," sealed the deal.  That night, Carol
actually suggested that we do a bit of internet surfing together-- another
first.  "I really like that Mandingo," she added, "he's magnificent!" And
after a couple hours of browsing together, I would find myself shooting
another load of cum down my sweet little wife's throat--for the second
night in a row!  Wow!  I could definitely get used to this, I thought.  She
had slipped down between my legs while I sat at the desk.  We had
downloaded some mpeg's and were playing back the clips--10 or 20-second
clips, mostly of guys with horse cocks sucking and fucking little coed
types.  As I continued to watch the movie clips, she gave me the most
wonderful blowjob.  This time it was unmistakable.  She was really working
on getting me as far down her throat as she could--and she was doing an
excellent job!  Getting her head positioned just so, getting her breathing
timed just right, and relaxing her muscles--eventually she was able to get
me all the way in with some difficulty.  Her saliva soaked my pubic hair as
she kept at, perfecting her technique.  After several minutes of this
bliss, Carol crawled out from under the desk.  "That position is so hard on
my neck," she announced rolling her head around, "lay down on the carpet."
Who was I to argue?  I laid back and she climbed on top of me 69-style. 
"Ooooo, yaaaa" I growled as I moved to part her thighs with my thumbs. 
"Don't you dare!" she snapped back as I made moves to start licking her, "I
want to concentrate on this." So with that, I just folded my arms behind my
head--I may as well lay back and enjoy!  As she began sucking me she
mumbled, "oh yes, this is much better." And better it was!  I felt her
mouth sink easily down my shaft to its base.  Unable to see, I craned my
neck to try and watch her.  Within a couple minutes she was able to swallow
my full length at will.  Better yet, she could hold it deep like that
almost indefinitely.  When she moaned I could feel the muscles in her
throat pulse and vibrate.  I kept telling her how great it felt which
seemed to spur her on even more.  Soon, I was fighting my orgasm--trying to
make it last.  When I told her I was close, I felt her press her face
harder into my lap.  As my cock convulsed and began to shoot, I could feel
her throat muscles contract and relax in perfect timing with the spurting
jets of my cum.  Deep in her throat, her swallow reflex felt like a milking
machine extracting the semen directly from my balls.  This time, she didn't
gag a bit.  As she climbed off me, Carol beamed with pride.  "How was
that?" she said, asking the obvious.  I told her the simple truth--it was
the best blowjob of my life!

   One of the most amazing aspects of this whole fantastic time was being
able to see the unbelievable transformation of my wife.  While our sex life
was always enjoyable, I always got the feeling that Carol was holding back,
unable to overcome her natural inhibitions.  Almost overnight, that had all
changed.  It was like a lifetime's worth of sexual repression suddenly fell
away revealing the sexy woman I had always dreamed she could be.  The
pendulum swing was awesome to behold.  Her whole demeanor changed, her
confidence blossomed.  She walked around the house naked or at least
scantily dressed.  She had always been shy about nudity, even in our home.
"All this time off is just making me lazy about getting dressed," is what
she attributed the change to, but I knew different.  She was hardly being
lazy about her appearance.  In fact, she spent much more time now preening
and fussing about the little details.  She shaved herself each day now in
the shower, she spent a long while each morning putting on lotion and doing
her make-up.  Even more striking though, was how comfortable she was in
talking openly about her body and her sexual feelings.  While this change
was wonderful to behold, it was also accompanied by a bit of worry on my
part.  What weighed on my mind was the fact that while she had grown in her
sexuality, the same kind of growth wasn't possible for me.  I had always
been the one pushing the curve in our sex life.  She had already seen all I
had to offer physically, and to a great extent psychologically too.  I had
been the open one, the one who shared my fantasies and wishes.  And now
that she had begun to open up, I feared that her fantasies would extend
beyond what I could give her.  I shared these feelings with her the next
evening in a very frank and honest conversation.  She tried her best to
assure me that she was very happy with me sexually, that I gave her
everything she needed and that I satisfied her very much.  But it was more
than a bit telling when she added, "after all, you gave me Tariq." Through
all this mixed emotion, however, we continued to prepare for Thursday.  I
have a ton of unused vacation time, so taking a day off is no problem for
me.  The bigger problem was going to be setting up the logistics of the
voyeuristic encounter.  Our bedroom, the sight of their first escapade, was
not very well set up to hide a spying husband.  The walk in closet was no
good, because the view of the bed was hopelessly obscured due to the lay
out of the room.  The master bath offered no good way of hiding unseen, and
besides, it would be a bit suspicious if it was all of a sudden unavailable
for use.  The guest bedroom, it was decided, worked best.  There was a
louvered closet right near the foot of the bed, a bit cramped but workable.
Also, Carol's dressing table was in that room.  Its mirror would allow me
to see things from two perspectives at once.  I moved the dresser a bit to
maximize the angle, and put a chair into the closet.  As I closed myself in
for a test peek, I was satisfied that it would be the perfect location to
watch their lovemaking.

   The adjustments were all finalized by the time I went to work Wednesday
morning.  The tension had eased somewhat, as I had become more used to the
idea that this was really going to happen.  The day passed uneventfully
until around 4 pm, when my cell phone rang.  She was upset--the kind of
upset that makes her clam up.  I had to work to get her to explain what was
wrong.  "Martin knows," is all she said.  "What?" I said, understanding
what she said, but not seeing how it affected things.  "Martin knows that
Tariq and I are...er...fucking," she clarified.  "So tomorrow is off?" I
asked.  "Oh no," she said, "it's still on." "Why are you so upset then," I
asked, "Martin doesn't want to join in does he?" "No!  Nothing like that,"
she continued, her voice now changing.  With an apologetic tone she went on
to tell me that Tariq had cornered her again.  This time, however, when she
had pleaded that Martin might get wind of what they were doing; he had
laughed and admitted that Martin already knew what was going on.  "So, what
happened?" I asked rather frankly.  Silence.  "Well?" I repeated.  "I
sucked him off," she said bluntly, "I hope it's OK?" Silence.  "Are you
mad?" she asked.  I honestly don't know what I was feeling, but I didn't
feel like discussing it at the moment, as my door was open and several
co-workers were milling about outside my door.  I told her we could discuss
it more when I got home, and told her I wasn't mad at her.  When I got
home, Carol met me at the door and gave me a big, apologetic hug.  I had
thought it over on the drive home and really wasn't upset about it at all.
She explained further how it had happened.  Tariq had come up to our
bedroom and rather boldly closed the door behind him.  He explained that he
was on a break and thought that he might spend it with her.  When he
explained that Martin knew about everything, Carol felt as though she
really didn't have any other defense against his advances.  I chuckled and
teased her about her will to fight him off anyway.  She just smiled and
admitted.  "Well, that cock is pretty hard to resist." "So you couldn't
resist giving him a blowjob, eh?" I said teasingly.  "At least I resisted
letting him fuck me," she shot back as she gave me a kiss, "I'm saving that
for you to see tomorrow." Just then I became aware of the salty taste on
her lips.  I pulled back a bit and noticed the gluey strands in her hair.
Holding up the stiff strands of hair on both sides of her head, I said,
"didn't swallow, eh?" "I tried," she replied, "I got most of it." She told
me all the sordid details, how she had sucked him in the 69 position--Tariq
on top, how he tried to get her to fuck him, how she heroically resisted
the temptation.  Finally, she described his orgasm.  She had tried to
swallow his cum but was unable to swallow fast enough to keep up with his
flow.  "It just gurgled out all over my chin and face," she gestured as if
she was massaging a sore jaw with her fingers.  Noticing the bulge in my
pants, my now bold wife began rubbing my erection through the fabric. 
"Want a little help with that?" she asked lewdly.  Then I did something
that I cannot ever remember doing before in my whole life.  I turned down
sex.  I told her I wanted to save up my libido, my anticipation--and I did
want to.  We kissed a bit more before I told her to go take a shower while
I finished up with dinner.  When I went upstairs to tell her dinner was
ready, I saw her sitting on the bed.  Except for a towel wrapped around her
hair, she was totally naked.  Sitting spread-legged on the edge of the bed,
she massaged moisturizer onto her smooth-shaven crotch and thighs with her
good hand.  I stood there, momentarily unnoticed, watching this sexy woman
erotically caressing herself.  Her pussy, now looking back to its normal
pink self, made my mouth water.  And I felt a palpable ooze escape the tip
of my semi-erect cock into my underwear.  As I entered the room, Carol
(who, two weeks ago would have blushed a bright red had I walked in on her
like this) just purred as she ran a finger up her exposed slit, "God, I'm
just constantly wet." After a fitful and restless night's sleep, the
bleep-bleeping of Carol's alarm clock rudely awakened me.  Looking over to
her side of the bed, I noticed that she was already out of bed.  Glancing
at the clock, I noticed that the time was insanely early and I could
already hear the shower running in the master bath.  Annoyed, I rolled over
and shut off her alarm before lazily climbing out of bed.  "A little
anxious?" I shouted to Carol as I passed the shower on the way to take a
piss.  As I was relieving myself, she asked me to come over to the shower.
She cracked the door opened and asked, "whattya think?" I gazed downward as
she kind of spread her thighs revealing her completely bald pussy.  "It
started out as just a trim," she admitted, "but it was kinda uneven." "So,
what the hell, I just shaved it all off," she chuckled.  "I see somebody
likes it!" she said as she reached out and grabbed hold of my growing
hard-on.  Her hand was warm and wet from the shower and felt wonderful on
my cock.  She leaned out and gave the swollen head a playful peck before
closing the shower door.  I went back to bed and watched some T.V.  trying
to occupy myself as Carol preened herself endlessly in the bathroom.  I
watched her go back and forth a dozen times to the guest room grabbing this
or that beauty product from her dressing table before returning to the bath
to preen some more.  Each time she passed, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
I couldn't help thinking just how lovely she looked.  Her wet hair was
still wrapped in a towel--like it always is after she showers--but
otherwise she was totally nude.  This is a woman who just a few weeks
earlier would have been shrouded in her ankle-length robe before even
thinking about opening the bathroom door.  But here she was, prancing
gleefully around the house like giddy teen.  There was just just something
indescribably different about her--she glowed.  As I have said, Carol is
still very attractive for a woman in her 40's.  She always has been health
conscious and has taken exercise seriously.  Especially since our daughter
was in high school though, she has been something of an exercise nut. 
Pilates three nights a week, yoga, you name it.  As she passed by, I stared
at her ass--firm and shapely--it would be prized by a woman 10 years
younger.  On the return trip, I gazed at her tits swaying as she rounded
the corner.  Full and pendulous, they are definitely the breasts of a more
mature woman.  Carol had smaller tits when we were married.  After
childbirth, however, they never returned to their smaller size.  Instead,
they stayed full and round and the aureoles and nipples forever remained
darkened and enlarged.  Though they have dropped a bit over the years, they
have only become more sensuous in shape--especially swaying over a
still-tight stomach with only a hint of a womanly belly.  After luridly
watching several of these roundtrips, I stopped her as she passed the bed.
Pulling down the covers, I showed her the enjoyment she had been providing
me.  My cock was engorged and the head wet with pre-cum.  Smiling, she took
a hold of my rigid tool and squeezed it.  A large dollop of the sticky sap
oozed out of my swollen glans.  "Ooooo, lip gloss," she squealed fingering
the clear fluid and rubbing it into her lips, "now, stop distracting me!"
"You know I have to get ready for my date," her voice trailed off as she
disappeared again into the bathroom.  It occurred to me as she hopped off
the bed that even her touch felt different now.  The grip she tool on my
cock was one of total sexual confidence...and thinking about it only made
me harder.  Time went by slowly--Carol and I taking turns peeking out the
window waiting for Tariq's arrival.  When we saw the van turn into the
drive, Carol absolutely shrieked with excitement.  I dashed for the guest
room closet, for what would be my home for the next few hours.  The first
thing that occurred to me was that I should have put something to drink in
there...I could be in there for a while.  Carol went down stairs to let
Tariq in as my mind raced.  Then, I heard voices and not just two. 
Apparently, Tariq wasn't alone.  Then my mind really raced.  I jumped to
all sorts of conclusions.  Who were these others?  What was going on?  I
even thought about how I was going to fight off the imagined group to
protect my wife.  After several excruciating minutes, Carol finally came in
and gave me the scoop.  Martin and another guy were there too.  "Don't
worry though," Carol said with an evil grin, "they'll be gone in a few
minutes." The others had come to help unload the sealant for the stone
floors.  Martin, I got the impression, knew that Tariq had other plans for
the day and would be leaving as soon as it was unloaded.  In the
excitement, I even forgot to ask Carol to grab me a bottle of water.  In
what seemed like only seconds after the van engine started, I heard
footsteps coming up the stairs.  I could begin to make out voices and I
half-heard Carol making her excuses for not being able to use the master
bedroom.  I heard a loud laugh--not Carol's--and could make out Tariq's
wise crack reply, "did we make too much of a mess last time, Baby?!" Then I
could definitely hear smacking noises as they obviously stopped to kiss in
the hall.  "We only got till one today, Martin will be back this
afternoon," I heard him say.  "Then we better not waste any time," I heard
her reply breathlessly before kissing him again.  As they made their way
down the hallway, I looked at my watch--8:25.  My God, were they kidding?
That's more than 4 hours!  As it turns out, they weren't kidding.  They
entered the room hand in hand, Carol leading the way.  "Well, there's a
bed," Tariq joked, "that's all we need." Then it was like someone turned on
the porn video.  I watched Carol, my little wife, as she fell into a
persona I hardly recognized.  She lewdly walked over to the edge of the bed
and sat down carelessly--her robe fell open below the waist giving Tariq a
plain view of her panties.  "Mmmmm...show me that big cock," she purred as
she rubbed her crotch through the thin material...already clearly darkened
by the moisture soaking through.  As he stood at the foot of the bed, I had
a perfect view of him in profile as he began to take off his clothes in a
heap.  "Someone's in a hurry I see," came his reply as he took off his
shirt.  "Are you kidding," Carol shot back, "I've been dreaming of it since
you left yesterday." "Well you could have had it yesterday," he teased,
pulling the loose pant material tight against his groin revealing a
monstrous bulge.  "I know," she said, "but today I'm gonna have it over and
over." With that, he pulled down his pants.  I almost fell out of my chair!
There, only a few feet in front of me was the biggest cock I had ever
seen--and it wasn't even approaching full erection.  After stepping out of
his pants and socks he gave the mammoth organ a couple of quick tugs before
letting it go.  It fell heavily down and slapped against his thigh.  Dark
and wrinkled along its length, it brought a vision of an elephant's trunk
to my mind.  Tariq, tall and slender, was nearly hairless except for the
small bush of hair around the base of his enormous penis.  He was
uncircumsized--something I hadn't expected and that Carol had never told
me. At about 6'4", he was all lean muscle.  Not thick and bulging, but a
taught, athletic body like that of a very tall long-distance runner.  The
only part that looked muscular really was his ass, and when Carol stood up
and kissed him I watched her hands roam up and down it.  As he stood with
his back to me, I noticed that I could see his balls clearly visible and
hanging so low that I could see them sway between his legs.  Carol had said
they were like billiard balls, but I had chalked it up to exaggeration.  I
now knew that nothing she had said was exaggeration.  As her robe dropped
to the floor she turned to remove her panties.  Tariq quickly seized upon
the opportunity to grope her ass as she bent, and then he pressed himself
tightly against her back.  Carol groaned as he humped slowly up and down
her back.  In the mirror I could see his large hands envelop her soft tits
pulling them upward and kneading them roughly.  Her head was arched
backward in a kiss as she spun from his grasp and slowly knelt in front of
him.  Turning slightly, I now had a clear perspective to see the whole
thing--and it was a sight to behold.  14 inches turned out to be a pretty
accurate estimate by my wife, I thought.  Now nearly fully erect, his cock
swayed over her as she buried her face in his scrotum.  As she worked her
way up his arching shaft, I got a close up look at it.  Narrower at the
base, his cock was thickest about mid- shaft.  A can of hairspray on the
dresser caught my eye as it was roughly of the same girth as his now fully
erect rod.  With the fingers of her splinted hand, Carol lifted and
massaged his huge balls--they rolled heavily in his swaying sac.  As her
lips reached the head of his massive length, she began giving it tender
little kisses as she slowly stripped back his foreskin revealing a thick,
bulging head.  Even down to the cleft running down its center, the fat,
round knob looked exactly like a big shiny purple plum.  As she began to
open her mouth, Carol glanced upward then shot me a look as her lips
strained to envelop the enormous fruit.  I watched in amazement as she
forced it into her mouth.  My eyes went back and forth between her
stretched jaw and her hand gripping the base of his staff.  She had the
same death grip on Tariq as she had had on my cock earlier this morning,
except in this case, her fingers couldn't even reach around the
circumference of him--even at the narrower base.  There was no real attempt
to give him a blowjob really.  Instead, Carol just rolled her head around
on his fat knob.  At one point, Tariq tried to kind of hold her head and
get his hips moving.  Carol simply brushed his hands away and went back to
her own technique.  After a few minutes, satisfied that he was fully erect,
she stood up and without letting loose of her grip on him said, "fuck me!"
And without a word, they moved onto the bed.

   For a minute, I thought Carol might have forgotten about the condoms. 
She seemed to have lost herself in the moment and I wasn't sure what I was
going do if he tried entering her bareback.  As Tariq was giving her a
quick cursory licking, however, I saw her reach for the black package on
the dresser.  I heard him laugh, "all prepared this time huh?" as he hopped
off the bed.  He went to his pants on the floor and pulled out an identical
package of Magnum XLs.  They both laughed, and I felt better knowing that
Tariq was at least responsible enough to have thought ahead.  I had a great
view as Carol tried in vain to roll a condom onto him with her one hand. 
After a moment, Tariq assisted her and slipped the rubber ring over his
enormous head.  In profile, his cock looked like a brown dolphin--the blunt
head with the reservoir tip as the snout, the wide midsection narrowing to
a more slender tail.  Dolphin I mused...more like a whale--a sperm whale! I
almost chuckled out loud.  Carol rolled the condom down his shaft.  It was
a very snug fit and the latex ran out about ¾ of the way down his length.
"Jesus Christ!" I said to myself, remembering how huge those condoms had
seemed, "and there's a good 4 inches more cock than condom." Carol adjusted
the pillows behind her and slid down the bed getting in a position very
familiar to me.  Without fanfare, Tariq climbed over her and positioned
himself between her legs.  I was blocked and unable to see Carol directly.
I could see her from about waist up in the dresser mirror, but that was it.
They laughed and joked about how big he was and how difficult it was the
first time they had fucked.  I watched Carol's eyes in the mirror as they
alternately went from his eyes to what was happening down between her
thighs.  From his movements I could tell that he was running his shaft over
her pussy.  Her hands seemed occupied playing with his cock as it teased
her.  "Mmmm..you're wet," Tariq growled.  "I've been dripping since
yeaterday," Carol replied in an equally gravelly voice.  Then I heard a
wet, heavy "slap" and Carol shrieked...then another and still another. 
Then Tariq asked, "you ready, Baby?" Carol didn't answer, but in the mirror
I could see her nodding as she bit her lip.  She stared into his eyes as
the most amazing look came over her face.  Pleasure with a good deal of
pain mixed in is the best way I can describe it.  Her breathing went slack
right before she gave out the most incredible low wail.  It lasted 15
seconds or more as he steadily lowered his weight down onto her.  He was
in...and in deep.  Her breathing let loose in rapid spasms as he held
himself there, deep inside her.  Then they both broke into laughter. 
"Hell, that was easy," he chuckled.  "Easy for you," she shot back with
another laugh.  "Compared to last time it was," he offered, as he began to
move very slowly inside her.  "I guess I'm getting used to your big dick,"
she sputtered as his pace began to pick up.  He began hoisting himself up
on his arms as his strokes got longer and more rhythmic.  As his balls
swung and bounced between his thighs, I got brief glimpses of pink, but no
clear view of the penetration.  My clearest view was of Carol's face and
torso in the mirror.  Her tits were heaving up and down on her chest and as
Tariq made swirls with his hips they rolled and swung round and round to
his rhythm.  At first she kind of laid back and held on for dear life, but
gradually her demeanor changed.  She began to thrust and buck to meet his
thrusts, her movements becoming more purposeful.  A look of determination,
almost anger, took over her face.  They fucked like this, in perfect sync,
for several minutes until I could see by her face she was building toward
orgasm.  "Deep!  Yes!...like that," she barked through gritted teeth.  As
he pushed deep, Carol held him there.  "Hold it in!...Yes!  Yes!" Tariq
lifted his body and pressed his shaft deep inside.  It was then my eye
caught the contrast between the condom and his skin.  I looked on in
amazement as I finally glimpsed her stretched labia--it was wrapped tightly
around the wide circumference of his cock.  There was an inch or so of
condom left outside of her as the thickest part of his shaft was distending
her shaven pussy.  Then she began to shudder and cum like I had never seen
her--or any woman--cum.  Her mouth was wide, veins in her neck popping
out...sounds, not words, came pouring out of her throat.  It lasted a full
minute or more--her cumming on his cock, while he held it there motionless.
When at last her body fell out of spasm, he began to fuck her again. 
Within a minute he was slamming himself into her with such ferocity that
she could only gasp and claw at the sheets. 
"Oh...My...God...I'm...coming...again," she managed to get out between
gasps.  This time, he was pumping so hard that her spasms were barely
detectable.  The look on her face was evidence enough though.  Then, all at
once, he stopped.  He pulled out of her and she made a startled scream; I
could see him stripping off the condom.  In the mirror I watched it fall
onto her belly a second before jets of cum started hitting her flesh.  In
the mirror I could see his hand clutching the head of his fat cock.  Ropes
of thick cum rained across her belly and tits as she reached down to hold
his spurting cock.  I could hardly believe the amount of fluid that
streamed out with each burst.  She was absolutely covered in his seed from
neck to thigh.  One last spurt leapt from his cock and shot down Carol's
forearm.  The thick cum hung there dripping from her wrist splint before
she raised it to her face and licked it off.  "You sure are a messy
fucker," Carol chuckled as she ran her good hand over the puddles of cum on
her belly.  I'd never heard her say the word "fucker" before, it occurred
to me.  Of course I'd never witnessed her saying or doing a lot of things
she was busy doing this morning.  I watched as Tariq raised himself up and
began crawling up and over Carol's limp body.  His semi-erect cock looked
like a plowshare as it dragged heavily up her torso, parting the puddled
spunk on her belly.  As he straddled her, I watched in the mirror while
Carol lifted his half-hard tool and began licking off the remains of their
lovemaking.  The look in her eyes as she gazed up at him was pure lust.  My
eyes shifted to the reddened gash between Carol's thighs.  It had returned
to the swollen, puffy state in which I had found it last Thursdsay.  Her
labia were still spread wide and I could see the gaping opening to her
vagina.  So thoroughly stretched...and I now knew why.  As my eyes returned
to the mirror, I could see Tariq's penis was beginning to regain some of
its stiffness.  He held the base and swayed the arching monster back and
forth over Carol's face and lips.  Backing off, he laid the thick staff in
the cleft of her lovely breasts.  The movement of his cock between her
tits, still wet from his cum, made a wet sucking sound.  In the mirror I
could see Carol pressing her tits together as he was plowing her chest. 
Now, I love fucking her tits and I can attest that even a sizable cock
would be completely lost in her ample cleavage.  Not this cock though.  As
she pressed them over his thickening shaft, they barely covered it.  And I
watched while the head of his cock moved up and down her chest and neck
like a big black snake as he thrust slowly back and forth.  She nuzzled it
with her cheek and neck as it slipped up as far as her ear before
retreating back to the base of her neck.  He backed off a bit more as her
hand directed the shaft upward toward her lips.  The fat head bobbled over
her lips and tongue as he slowed his movement.  I watched as Carol tucked
her chin and opened wide to accept his massive knob.  When the angle was
right, Tariq held her head and began thrusting more purposefully.  In a
smooth rhythm his ass tightened and relaxed moving his cock back and forth
a few inches.  I noticed that his balls, which had been resting in the wet
puddle on her belly, were now whipping the ooze into a froth that soon
coated them.  "Watch those teeth, Baby," he warned her with a little laugh.
She gurgled something unintelligible in reply.  Her eyes were wide, almost
wild, as he began making longer passes into her mouth.  I'm sure she was
getting several inches deep on him, but, in the mirror, it looked as though
she was hardly making a dent.  He was so long that even with her taking as
much as she could, there was just still so much cock that would never fit
in any mouth.  After several minutes, Tariq relented.  He let loose his
hold on her head and his cock fell from her mouth.  Coughing slightly,
Carol smiled at him.  "Ooo, you're getting good at that," he said with
obvious appreciation.  "I've been practicing," she chuckled, "I can swallow
my husband now." At that moment I looked down into my lap.  With my hand
wrapped around my own erection, the truth of her statement hit me.  "Ready
for round two?" Carol chirped matter-of-factly.  Without a word Tariq
climbed up and straddled Carol's face.  His huge cream covered balls
lowered over her and she purred as she licked off the froth.  His cock, now
back to full staff, stood straight upward.  Carol made a throaty growl as
her hand ran up the shaft and over his bulging knob.  Scooting out from
under him, she popped out of bed and announced, "don't go anywhere, now...I
gotta take a pee." And then it was just Tariq and I.  We were roughly
face-to-face, maybe 15 feet apart, although he didn't know it.  But there
we were...both stroking our dicks--his enormous, mine more modest in
size--both waiting for the same woman's return.  After several minutes
Carol reappeared in the doorway.  She paused and shot me a glance before
she was in Tariq's line of sight.  She mouthed something to me, but I was
unable to make out what she was trying to tell me.  She entered the room
and smiled at her lover as he lay stroking his huge erection.  "God, that's
a mammoth cock!" she announced as she stopped to massage his thighs.  "And
it's all yours, Baby," he replied coyly with a wink.  Taking it in her
little hand, it looked all the bigger.  She ran her good hand up and down
his length and giggled.  "I've seen a lotta dicks, ya know," she told him.
"I suppose you have, Doc," he replied, winking again.  "But I think this is
most impressive one I've ever run across," she whispered as she leaned down
to lick the fat head.  Pulling his foreskin all the way down exposing the
bulbous knob, she pressed the tip of her tongue into the hole at its tip.
Tariq moaned and his hand went instinctively to grasp the back of her head.
She kissed the swollen head playfully while he stroked her hair.  Sitting
up again, Carol removed the brace from her left wrist and wrapped both
hands around the base of his cock.  She looked admiringly at the incredible
tool in her two-fisted grip.  Even with both hands stacked one on the
other, she barely covered half his length.  All she could do was giggle
self-consciously as she kneaded the fleshy monster.  Reaching over to the
dresser, she grabbed another condom, tore open the wrapper and began the
task of rolling it over the fat head.  "Easier with both hands," she said
grinning widely.  She stroked his latex-clad cock while I watched the scene
in profile in the mirror.  Tariq was tall--he stretched from the headboard
down to the end of the bed--but he was fairly average in every other way. I
had noticed when we first met that his hands were quite large, but didn't
perceive him to be in any way out of the ordinary otherwise.  Naked,
however, he was truly a specimen.  Seeing him lying there-fully erect--the
amazing appendage rising from his mid-section was almost unbelievable.  It
didn't even look human.  It was as if someone had grafted the cock and
balls of a horse onto a man.  I sat mesmerized, almost missing Carol's move
to straddle him.  My eyes swung back to the direct view just in time to see
her slide her swollen labia up his thick shaft.  My eyes focused in on the
pink flesh as it inched slowly up its length in a long dry hump.  Well, not
dry exactly.  She was oozing wet and her pussy left a shiny trail as it
slid up his length.  "Gonna take me for a ride, Doc?" Tariq gurgled, his
mouth now pressed into her breasts.  Carol just laughed and began humping
slowly back and forth on his now-slippery pole.  Her lips rode him like a
rail--up and down--from his balls up to mid-shaft.  The girth of his cock
spread her swollen lips as she moved.  Her pace was steady, but increasing
as she groaned, "I want you inside me now." Now, after missionary, female
superior is mine and Carol's favorite position.  I love to suckle her
pendulous tits as she rides me.  She has awesome tone in her thighs and can
fuck a long time this way--often I have to fight off orgasm to make the
pleasure last.  Of course with Tariq, the mechanics of this position were a
little different.  With my cock, Carol is able to pretty much sit right
down and take me up inside her--not so with Tariq.  Carol had to scoot her
body practically up to his chest before the head of his cock appeared,
finally popping up between her ass cheeks.  He bucked his hips a bit until
the tip fell down into the vicinity of her pussy.  I had the perfect view
as she reached back and began the difficult task of directing the monster
into just the right position to make penetration possible.  After about 3
tries, she finally got it centered just right in the opening. 
"Ahhh...ooo," she gasped as her dripping hole surrounded his thick knob. 
He began bucking his hips a bit which elicited a little scream from Carol.
"No, no, no...let me do it," she pleaded, as she slowly moved her body
downward.  His rubber-clad cock bent upward in an arc as she pressed
backward against it.  I watched in amazement how her pussy slowly opened to
accept him.  As the head popped inside, his bent cock sprung straight
again--propelling him several inches inside her--making her squeal.  For
the next couple minutes, Carol's face was a study in concentration as she
slowly backed herself down onto his organ.  When she reached roughly the
point where the condom ran out she stopped dead.  A smile washed over her
face, "my cervix is getting used to that big cock." "Huh?" Tariq muttered.
"It doesn't hurt so bad anymore," she laughed, "now it only hurts so good."
After a few minutes of slow back and forth movements, Carol began to climb
up off her knees and onto her feet.  One at a time, she got her legs under
her until she was pretty much able ride up and down on him.  The whole
thing looked a bit awkward at first.  With essentially one hand able to
bear weight, Carol looked a bit unsteady on top of him.  With her good hand
on his chest for balance, she began making some tentative little bounces
with her legs.  Tariq's big hands eventually found their way to her waist
and she was able to steady herself.  More stable now, Carol began making
steadily larger movements.  Within a few moments she was gliding several
inches up and down on his cock.  Her face began to change from one of
studied concentration to one of pure pleasure.  Her eyes opened and her
smile grew wide as her confidence was building.  She lifted herself higher
now with each stroke as my gaze focused in on her pussy.  I had a front row
seat at my own personal porn shoot.  Tariq's massive girth spread her wider
than I had imagined possible.  The skin of Carol's pussy was drawn tight as
it stretched around his amazing circumference.  With every down stroke her
labia curled under and almost disappeared and on the up stroke it was as if
she was being turned inside out.  The tender pink flesh of her interior
clung to his rubber-clad shaft and was dragged out at least two inches.  I
sat mesmerized watching her make at least a hundred smooth trips up and
down that long, black cock.  Then her pace began to change.  She slowed her
bounces, but each down stroke became more pronounced.  And as he bottomed
out inside her each time, her body shuddered and she'd let out a guttural
"ungh!" as if she was being punched in the stomach.  Then, almost without
warning, her weight dropped onto him as her legs buckled and she let out
the loudest wail I had ever heard her make in her life.  As Tariq held her
hips, she began to quiver and shudder uncontrollably.  She fell forward
onto his chest and I could see her pussy and asshole visibly spasming.  (I
almost orgasmed myself at that moment and had to let go of the grip on my
cock) Tariq was laughing devilishly as she lay on him, obviously enjoying
the effect his cock was having on her.  He began to toy with her, bucking
his hips quickly for several seconds at a time before stopping dead.  All
the while Carol kept gasping, "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," breathlessly as
he teased her with this jackhammer treatment a minute at a time.  Carol's
pussy was a frothy mess.  Her juices covered Tariq's shaft and massive
balls.  Then the teasing stopped and for the next 15 minutes, he gave my
hot little wife the most amazing fucking I have ever witnessed.  His cock
moved like the piston on a locomotive--like a machine--in and out of her
now beet-red pussy.  His pace varied somewhat, from moderate to pounding,
but never ceased.  Now, it was Tariq's face that was serious and filled
with concentration.  He grit his teeth as his huge black muscle drilled
Carol mercilessly.  She bleated and moaned constantly as he pummeled her.
From the change in her breathing and volume I knew she had at least two
more climaxes (or one impossibly long one) during the onslaught.  Tariq,
however, seemed to pay her pleasure little mind as he continued to pump his
cock deep into her.  Her body bounced uncontrollably on his frantically
gyrating hips.  The few glimpses of her face I was able to catch showed a
look of dazed pleasure--mouth wide, eyes glazed.  Finally, almost
mercifully, he began to cum.  I watched as his big balls drew upward and I
could hear him grunting and exhaling roughly as he came.  The steady
pounding stopped and was replaced with a few rapid, jerky bucks of his hips
before they both collapsed in a heap.  They lay like that a long
time--several minutes, at least--absolutely silent except for their heavy
breathing..  I was breathing hard myself and had to calm my own huffing it
was so quiet.  The silence slowly gave way to wet little kissing sounds. 
All I could see was the back of Carol's head, but I could see they were
enjoying a long sensual kiss.  As they lay making out, Tariq's flaccid, yet
still massive, cock finally dropped out of Carol's pussy.  She groaned as
it slid out and gave him another long kiss.  Then, as if a cork had been
removed from a bottle, streams of milky fluid poured out of Carol's pussy.
My first thought was that the condom had broken and that he had cum inside
her.  I could see, however, that the rubber was still intact, like a big
water filled sock, on his half-erect cock.  The juices were all hers.  With
the massive plug of his dick now removed, the fluid ran down her thighs in
rivulets.  "That was incredible," she whispered in the understatement of
the century.

   They lay in bed kissing and fondling for quite awhile.  Watching my wife
share this sort of quiet intimacy with another man was definitely more
difficult than seeing her fucking him.  She seemed so totally relaxed and
comfortable in his arms.  As they chatted, I watched her hand wander up and
down his body, as is her habit after we make love.  Their conversation
wandered too, although never very far from the topic of sex.  I found out
quite a bit about Tariq in that half an hour or so, and even a few things I
didn't know about my own wife.  Although he tried hard to avoid admitting
it, Carol wasn't the first married woman he had been with.  When she
finally got him to confess, Tariq was pretty open in sharing some of the
details of his conquests.  "Tariq's stud service, huh?" Carol teased. 
"You'd be amazed at how many neglected wives are out there," he replied. 
"Hell," he went on, "some never get it from their husbands and some never
even cum when they do get it." Carol's voice changed and she shifted a bit
uncomfortably.  The conversation had touched on a spot close to home in our
marriage.  Carol reaching orgasm from intercourse was virtually unknown in
our sex life and a constant source of frustration for me, and I'm sure
Carol too, although she had NEVER complained or made anything of it.  With
this in mind and knowing I was listening, I'm sure, Carol changed
directions.  She asked him why he seemed to be attracted to older women as
he had admitted earlier.  He rather clumsily answered that it had something
to do about "big pussies" versus "small ones." Aware of how bad it had
sounded, he quickly apologized and tried to cover his tracks.  Carol
laughed and assured him it was OK...she knew what he meant.  "I'm a doctor,
remember?" she assured him, "I've seen all sizes and shapes." They agreed
that for a woman who hadn't gone through childbirth, it would be a very
difficult task to take his girth.  "Are you kidding?" she teased, "you
almost killed me the first time." The conversation wandered around the
subjects of age, race and back again to penis size.  With her hand now
playing with his scrotum, she reiterated that his was by far the largest
she had ever seen.  When they went on to race, Carol shared with him what
she had told me several times--in her experience, on average, black men do
have slightly larger cocks--at least in the flaccid state.  But then she
added something that she had never said to me, "the very biggest ones
though, the ones that make you...a...say 'whoa!' have all been black guys."
Tariq asked the natural follow up of whether she had ever fucked a black
guy before.  "No," she said, laughingly adding, "until now." She shot a
look toward me and went on haltingly, "I have thought about it...black
guys, I mean." "I've also thought about how it would feel to make love to
guy with a really big cock," she went on giggling, "I guess I've killed two
birds with one stone." I wasn't sure at this point if they were through
with their fun for the day or not.  They seemed to be in that post-coital
wind down that usually leads to sleep.  I soon found out that Carol wasn't
about to waste her opportunity while she had it though when she asked him
coyly, "do you want something to drink before you give me that big cock
again?" They were both out of the room for sometime.  I was dying of thirst
myself and when I heard the shower running down the hall I risked popping
out into the other bathroom to grab a quick drink of water.  A few minutes
after I got back into my closet lair Carol crept into the room and peeked
in.  "Enjoying the show?" she whispered looking down at my half-hard cock.
"Yes," I replied, "and I don't have to ask if you are enjoying yourself."
"Isn't he amazing?" she said as she bent down and put the head of my cock
into her warm mouth.  It stung a bit as the skin on my dick was red and raw
from all the masturbating.  With a little shake of her head, I felt my cock
slip past her uvula and enter her throat.  Struck by the ease with which
she swallowed me, I moaned and softly stoked her hair as I felt my erection
fully stiffen in her wet mouth.  With that she disgorged my now rock-hard
cock, quickly wiped her lips and gave me a little peck on the lips.  "Well,
back to work," she chirped as she closed the louvered door of my hiding
place and headed back to straighten out the bed.  As she laid down and
propped herself up on the freshly plumped pillows, she whispered to me,
"thanks again, honey." Tariq was finishing up in the bathroom as Carol lay
on the bed pressing a cold washcloth on her swollen pussy.  When he entered
the room, he was wearing a robe--my robe--as he approached the bedside. 
With a smile like the Cheshire Cat, Carol rolled over and untied the robe.
Tariq's cock hung in her face like a thick, black sausage as she playfully
wrapped the robe's tie around the base of his cock.  Using it like a leash,
she swung his heavy organ toward her lips and she took his big knob into
her mouth.  She moaned softly as sucked him.  In profile I watched her
deftly work up and down his shaft.  His hands gently held her head
obscuring my view as she made long slow passes on him.  With the same head
shake I had felt moments earlier, she took his soft cock quite deep...
holding him there.  When she finally withdrew it was with a little gagging
cough.  And she gazed up at him smiling as her hand stroked his slippery
shaft.  Dropping the robe to the floor, Tariq climbed between Carol's
thighs and pressed his mouth hard into her pussy.  On his hands and knees,
I could see his semi-hard cock dragging on the sheets as he lapped and
sucked at her slit.  In the mirror I watched her hold the back of his
head--I always love the feel of her pushing my head into her crotch--and my
cock oozed in my hand.  After a very brief licking, Tariq emerged from
between her thighs and stroked his still stiffening cock over her belly. 
She handed him a condom that she had already torn from its foil wrap.  He
rolled it on in one swift stroke and then entered her.  The entry was far
less dramatic this time and as he assumed a push up position over her I
could see he was already making deep penetration into her stretched pussy.
Lifting her legs up high, I watched as he dropped his tool downward into
her in a steady rhythm.  Carol's eyes were intense staring into his face as
he fucked her.  He now was rock-hard again and they were in perfect sync
for several minutes before he lifted himself off her and climbed from the
bed.  "Turn over," he instructed her while pulling her sideways on the bed.
She obeyed and lifted her ass toward him as he stood bedside.  Carol
dropped to her elbows as he laid his big dong in the crack of her ass.  He
bucked his hips slowly as his massive pole slid up and down the cleft of
her ass.  He then slapped it heavily down onto her butt a few times before
moving back to line it up with her pussy.  My view was less than perfect as
he pressed his knob inside her.  In the mirror, however, I could see
perfectly the look on Carol's face as he entered her.  Her eyes were wide
and her mouth fell open as he leaned into her.  In this position, Carol's
cervix was laid bare to the direct assault of his cock.  Even I have to be
gentle in this position as to keep from causing her too much pain.  And
although doggie has never been her favorite, she often lets me do it
because she knows I like it.  The first several minutes were awkward and
tentative.  Carol would yelp and ask him to stop.  To his credit, Tariq was
very patient and careful until they figured out a rhythm that worked. 
Eventually they were able to find the right angle and pace.  Tariq made
measured strokes and gradually was able to press nearly the full condom
length inside her.  At that point it was as if he were on autopilot.  He
held her ass and made precision strokes in and out of her--her ass bouncing
as he hit the perfect depth before he made his withdrawal.  After several
minutes, I could hear Carol's breathing begin to quicken.  Her face was
blank, lost in the sensation.  Slowly, very slowly, Carol slipped gradually
into an orgasm.  Not frantic or wild like her earlier climaxes, but deep
and intense.  I saw the familiar signs wash across her face as she came. 
Her low guttural groan went on for more than a minute as he continued his
precision fucking.  As she just as gradually came down from the climax he
said to her, "oooo, that was a good one Baby, I could feel that one on my
cock." His pace never wavered; he just kept fucking her like an automaton.
Within 5 minutes a second climax began to build.  This time, however, I
watched as his hand slipped up her ass.  His thumb began to work the tight
ring of her ass.  Carol's head swung around and she looked back at him. 
Rather than pull away though, she lifted her ass in the direction of his
attention.  "You...like...that...eh...Doc," his words coming in rhythm with
his pumping.  Just as she grunted her "Yes!" in reply, he pressed his big
thumb into her asshole.  It was like the damn had broke!  Carol's hips shot
back as she let out a scream.  Tariq's careful movements disappeared as he
slammed his meat into her violently.  Carol's back arched as her head
dropped.  Her screams, even muffled by the bedding, were loud and
unearthly. She shook like a rag doll on his prick as he lifted her whole
body with each vicious stroke.  As the orgasm subsided, she lifted her
face. It was red and she was sweating profusely.  Her hair was matted to
her forehead as her lips alternately stretched into a smile and then
bunched up into a grimace.  Without a word, Tariq pulled out of her.  In
one deft move, he flipped Carol over and stripped the condom off his rigid
cock.  Seeing his naked cock moving over her, Carol reached out and pulled
it toward her face.  Her head moved jerkily taking the swollen member into
her mouth.  Hands and lips working frantically, she began coaxing the cum
out of his big cock.  Tariq just grunted his approval as she sucked and
stroked his enormous tool.  In less than a minute, he began to cum.  He
groaned as his cock and balls shuddered and quivered.  3...4...5...distinct
spasms wracked his body as the jets of hot cum filled her mouth.  With each
spasm he grunted loudly.  Holding him inside her mouth as he came, Carol
watched the look of agony on his face until the pooling cum began leaking
out the corners of her stretched lips.  When he finally withdrew his cock,
it trailed a stream of cum down her chin which dripped lewdly onto her
flushed chest.  "Oh fuck!" was all that he could say as Carol laughed
evilly.  Lifting his massive cock, Carol licked and cleaned it carefully
getting all the cum that had gathered around his foreskin.  "And to think I
don't even like doggie," she sputtered, still laughing.  "Ya could have
fooled me," he teasingly replied as she finally let go of his cock and
watched it fall limply onto her neck.  "Excuse me if I don't kiss you," he
laughed as he crawled over her and headed out of the room to the bathroom.
As he left, Carol looked at me and beamed a huge smile before following him
out and down the hall.  This time they were gone along time.  I heard the
shower running and could vaguely make out the sounds of their voices from
down the hall.  Unsure of their exact whereabouts, I had to stay in my
closet hiding spot.  After nearly 45 minutes it was approaching the time
that Martin would be returning and I wondered if they were aware of that
fact.  When they came back into the room, it was hurriedly and they both
quickly climbed back into their clothes before leaving again.  The doorbell
rang a few moments later and convinced the coast was clear, I dashed across
the hall and into our bedroom.  From there I could see the van parked in
the driveway and within a few minutes I saw Tariq and Martin get in and
drive away.  Tariq was laughing as they talked and I wondered what, if
anything, he was sharing about his morning's activities.  When Carol came
up the stairs, she had the biggest grin on her face.  She was disheveled
and her hair was wet from her shower.  With her make-up washed off she
looked more like the wife I know and love, but different.  She had a
certain look about her, devilish and carefree, that was completely new. 
Seeing me naked from waist down, she whistled and said coyly, "need a
little help with that?" She unbuttoned my shirt as her hips conspicuously
swayed into my crotch.  As my cock began to rise, she trapped it between
her thighs.  I could feel the slippery wetness of her juices on my
throbbing cock.  We kissed in the hall for a moment before heading to our
bed, and as I lay down Carol fell between my legs.  She stroked and sucked
me playfully as we talked.  She told me how turned on she was, knowing I
was watching the whole thing.  Her playful kisses and licks became more
serious and she sat more upright in order to better service my cock. 
Within a few moments she was taking me all the way into her throat. 
Emerging breathless and stroking my shaft dripping with her saliva, she
said, "I really do prefer sucking a small cock." The word 'small" stuck in
my brain, but I let it pass--after all, she was working hard to pleasure
me. "Wow," I said, "I can't believe you have any energy left." She just
smiled and returned to her rhythm.  "Three fucks a day aren't enough for
you, eh?" I teased.  "Four," she giggled, "I fucked him in the shower." She
said with a sense of pride and my mind jumped immediately to the pack of
condoms I had stared at for nearly an hour while left alone in the
guestroom.  As if she was reading my mind, she added, "sorry about not
using a condom, it just kinda happened." The thought I had had of going
down on her disappeared at that moment.  "He didn't cum inside me though,"
she went on rather defensively, "I made sure of that." Not wanting to
pursue an argument I just let it pass and focused on the sight of Carol's
sweet lips wrapped around my cock.  Then, in a tentative voice, Carol
asked, "wanna try anal?" I laughed in surprise.  "It's just that my pussy
is so sore and...," I cut her off as she spoke.  "I'd love to, " I said,
covering her lips with my fingers.  We didn't need lube, as Carol's gaping
gash and my oozing knob provided all the wetness needed.  As my head slid
inside that tight ring I imagined that this is what her pussy must feel
like to Tariq.  Every time we had ever tried anal over the years it turned
out to be something of a disaster--not this time however.  With all the
stimulation of watching her and Tariq and with the wonderful sensation of
being in her tight ass, it was only moments before I couldn't fight off my
orgasm any longer.  I filled her ass with cum.  It poured out of me in long
squirts and I could feel the wet squishiness surround my shaft. 
"Mmmmmm...I can feel your hot cum," Carol groaned as she peered over her
shoulder into my eyes.  I collapsed onto her back and rested there as my
cock calmed down inside her.  Instead of going soft, however, my cock
stayed rigid.  Slowly, I began to move it in and out, my cum oozing out of
her tight ring as I did.  I felt it run over my balls as I made longer and
longer stokes.  "Ooooo...that feels heavenly," Carol sighed, "keep going,
Baby." The images in my brain from this morning gave me plenty of mental
inspiration, and I was able to regain my full erection almost immediately.
As I fucked her ass, Carol lifted herself up from her elbows onto her
hands. Wincing slightly due to her still sore wrist, she began meeting my
strokes with her hips and butt.  Having already cum, my cock felt almost
'wooden' now.  The tight milking of her sphincter felt awesome, but no
longer made me feel I would cum quickly.  I felt total control over my
orgasm as I began to really pound her ass.  Pressing myself deep until my
pubic bone ground against her tailbone, I could hear her breathing begin to
quicken.  I felt her hand reach back and graze my balls as she rubbed her
palm into her clit.  In a moment she dropped back onto her chest and began
to orgasm.  Her sudden movement almost made me slip out and I quickly
pushed all the way back in as I felt the waves of her spasm down the full
length of my cock.  She groaned as she came and I felt all the more passion
to keep fucking her ass.  As I stoked into her furiously, she entered into
a state of total release.  Her spasms came rapidly and randomly as she just
kept bleating "yes...yes...yesss!" After several minutes, I need to feel my
release too.  I grabbed her hips and pulled her quickly back and forth on
my cock, using the ring of her tight ass to milk out my own orgasm.  With
less cum this time, but still incredible and intense, my orgasm wracked my
body.  Again I collapsed onto her back.  Giggling, Carol blurted out, "Why
haven't we been doing this for years?" "'Cause you didn't like it,
remember?" I chided her.  We lay there, both out of breath.  "Oh yeah," she
purred a moment later as my dripping cock slithered wetly from her butt. 
We cuddled and kissed before both falling into a deep sleep.

   EPILOGE

   This all happened almost six months ago.  Since then, my wife and I have
experienced something that can only be described as a sexual renaissance.
This would be the last time Carol and Tariq would be together.  Carol
wanted to meet again, and with my blessing made a number of attempts. 
Tariq, however, proved to be difficult to pin down.  He returned a few
calls at first, even agreeing to meet her in a downtown hotel.  He was a no
show.  After that, Carol came to realize what we both had suspected from
the start...she was just another notch on Tariq's bedpost.  The last time
they talked, he was rude and denigrating.  Although he turned out to be a
bit of an asshole in the end, I will continue to grateful for changes he
inspired in my wife.  Carol's whole attitude toward sex was transformed
through the experience.  Now, I have friends who have told me that their
wives, while in their 40's, gradually became more interested in sex.  With
kids out of the house too, a certain spontaneity had returned to their sex
lives.  The change in my wife, however, was nothing like gradual.  Since
her "awakening", we have enjoyed a totally new and revitalized sex life. 
Every day includes sex--in some shape or form.  Experimenting with toys,
role-playing, video-taping, internet surfing and chat; our bedroom is never
dull or routine anymore.  She is now an equal partner, initiating sex at
least as often as I do.  Beyond that even, is her new found comfort with
her own sexuality.  She asks for things, tells me things, shows me things
that she would never have been able to before.  And in this new ability to
be completely open and honest has come a greater enjoyment and pleasure for
us both.  We have found techniques and methods to make our lovemaking last
longer.  Orgasms from intercourse, while still not a sure thing, are no
longer the rarity that they used to be.  With the introduction of toys and
Carol's new found passion for anal sex, we almost always find ways for her
to have the satisfaction that had been missing.  In public, she is no
longer afraid to show off her still-shapely figure.  She has developed a
teasing, sexy sense of humor that has gotten noticed by all our friends and
family.  Even her hairstyle, the same for almost 20 years, has changed to a
sexy little bob that makes her look 10 years younger.  Our daughter
commented recently, "Gee, mom...what has gotten into you!?" If only she
knew what had 'gotten into her' mother I secretly thought.  And as I caught
Carol's eye, I knew by her naughty little smile that we were thinking
exactly the same thing--"Why, an enormous black cock did, my dear!"





   The End