How my wife became a BBC queen ! - Sex Stories

How my wife became a BBC queen !

... a crock of B.S., but I played along. I then asked her how she liked B.T.G.D. (at least what we saw of it.) She replied that it was good. I said to her, “I think that I am going to arrange a scene like that for you, how would you like that?” I was shocked when she didn’t reply with her usual no but stated “But with a white guy!” This ritual became part of our usual sex play. I would sometimes tell her that I had a surprise visitor behind the closet door and he was going to come out and fuck her silly with his big cock. Her replies were getting more and more positive and I was getting more and more turned on to the possibility of actually seeing my wife with another man. I was always curious about Robert, (the guy she had fucked a couple of years earlier.) He was nowhere near my size physically and I had never given his cock size much more than a passing thought, beyond the normal fears. I took this opportunity, because of the loose sex talk that had evolved in our lives at this point, to ask Fran about Robert. She just replied he was nothing special. I asked her if his cock was bigger than mine and she replied at first, “I don’t know” or “I can’t remember”. I told her that since she was screwing him for almost a year, or so, she had to have a pretty good idea. She finally replied that he was about the same size as me. Part 2 This went on for a couple of months when one evening I showed her a swinger’s magazine that I had purchased at a local book store. She looked at the ...

... photos and asked me if these were real and I replied that most of them were. I told her that I wanted to put an ad in it and that I would arrange a meeting and watch her with another man. She immediately rejected that and I thought the issue was dead. We had begun to fool around when Fran kind of hesitantly stated to me that she didn’t think that I could handle seeing her “doing it” with another guy. I told her that if I was there it would be like the two of us just acting out a fantasy as long as no emotions other than physical were involved. “Besides,” I told her” I have always wanted to be a director of a porn film.” She replied no, but I noticed that the love making was little more intense that evening. A few nights later, Fran, out of the blue, asked “What would you say in the ad?” I replied “What ad? What are you talking about?” She said “The ad in that book you brought home. What would you say?” Hello, instant erection. I quickly told her that I would let her write the ad. This way she could put down what she wanted and not what I wanted. I was floored when she simply replied, “I’ll think about it. No promises, but just that, I’ll think about it.” Needless to say that was all that was on my mind, 24-7 but I dared not hound her about it. A couple of days went by, when, after a rather eventless and unremarkable love making session, Fran stunned me and asked, “How would we go about it and where would we meet him? It can’t be around here and it can’t be anyone we know. I would ...