Wife's Trainer Ch. 03

My formerly overweight wife, Amy finally got back into shape with the help of a personal trainer. Soon, however, I had started having these fantasies of my wife being fucked by her trainer. With his help she was soon secretly enjoying his large cock as I watched the videos he sent me. Now I worked to bring her secret world and my secret fantasy together.

A few weeks after my last meeting with Vincent, my wife's trainer a package arrived at the post office box I had set up for business mail. In it was a DVD. I was in agony as I had to wait all week to watch it as Amy was at home whenever I was. In the meantime I gave her an extra hard fuck each night in anticipation of what was when I could play the DVD.

Finally on Saturday when she was out and I had a chance to put the movie into the DVD player to watch it.

It started with my wife talking to Vincent.

"I think my husband knows I am up to something," she said worried.

"Has he said anything, done anything?" Vincent asked back faking a bit of concern, I was paying him a bit extra for this so he had nothing to worry about.

"No! I just don't know. He just comes home and he is so much into the sex now."

"Maybe because you have that smoking hot new body of yours," he said getting up and putting his arm around her waist. Instinctively she drew towards him. He assured her everything would be okay.

At that moment the doorbell rang and my wife jumped. He told her to relax; it was probably Heather dropping off her payment. My wife wanted to hide but he laughed saying that Heather probably would think she was there for the same thing.

He let Heather in, she was a busty dark haired woman. My wife and Heather made an awkward hello to each other. Heather sat down on the couch and opened her purse and began to rummage through it for her checkbook, Vincent sat down next to her and patted the cushion on the other side of him telling my wife to sit down also.

They made some mindless talk about the next workout series, and then Heather put her hand down on Vincent's crotch. She made a joke about the benefits of working out and then looked at my wife with a knowing smile as she began to undo his belt. My wife started to get up but she urged her to sit back down.

"Relax, I bet we are here for the same thing," she said echoing his words as her hands freed his cock from his underwear.

My wife stammered that she should real go making Vincent laughed as he took her hand by the wrist and guided it onto his cock. She looked at Heather who smiled and then through some sort of silent consensus they both began to crank his cock. He kissed each of them as he copped a feel. My wife at first still looked like she wanted to get up and bolt from the room; but then she seemed to relax a bit as Vincent smiled.

Heather leaned forwards and kissed Vincent's massive cockhead then held it still waiting for Amy to do the same. She slowly leaned forward attesting to her slut-hood by submitting to his cock in front of another woman. They took turns licking and sucking him. Soon it was shiny from their mutual spit and gleamed in the light of the room's sole lamp.

All of a sudden the image changed to that of an old television show, I wondered what happened and then a title card came up saying "Just fucking with you!"

When the image resumed my wife and Heather were both sucking on his cock, their mouths got closer and closer to each other, then it happened; they kissed, right at the top of his head. My wife paused then kissed Heather again.

Heather opened up her blouse then pulled her tits over her bra rubbing them against his long shaft. My wife, not to be pushed to the side pulled up her shirt and undid her bra. They resumed sucking his cock their tits brushing each other, all four nipple were rock hard.

The scene moved forward and both wives were topless sucking his cock and rubbing their tits against each other, even the mighty Vincent could hold back no longer and rewarded both of the women with a volcano of cum that splashed both their faces and tits and the fingers of their hands as they held their boobs up for their master.

Time moved forward again, and he was pounding the shit out of Heather on the bed, my wife on the side was naked and sucked on her own nipples as Heather in turn fingered my wife's pussy. He pulled out of Heather and repositioned Amy onto her back and slid his cock inside of her.

Heather hovered over my wife's face and to my shock my wife pulled her down on top of her and started to lick her. The fucking continued for thirty more minutes and ended with him sitting on the bed as they pulled off his rubber and jerked his cum all over their more than willing tits.

I myself had shot several loads watching the video. Knowing Amy would be home soon I hid the video away with the others.

The following week I met Vincent in the park, after handing over his bonus payment he asked me if I was still down with the program. I told him I was. As he pocketed the money he laughed a soft laugh and told me he thought he could take my wife to a whole new level. I asked him how.

"Well first off, I'd like to take her out on a date, heck I'd like to take her on a vacation with me. But I think the first is more doable for now. Second off I'd like to get her into some group action. But I have to tell you my friend is a bit rough. He won't hurt her or nothing but he likes to give it to them hard and long."

To my shame I felt my cock get hard at the thought of Amy being used and taken out in public, and of her being fucked at a threesome. I told him yes to both. We bumped fists and I wondered what I had gotten myself into?

Our sex life had never been better, driven a lot by the lust my unfaithful wife incited in me. As she bounced up and down on my cock with her tight new body I thought of her doing the same on Vincent's substantially bigger cock.

After the sex we cuddled and I decided to make my move to see how much she would say about what she was doing. "You know sometimes I get jealous of you and your new body."

"Why should you?" she said looking a bit away from me.

"Well I mean you look super sexy now. And I am sure a lot of guys are paying you attention."

She giggled a bit. I told her it was okay.

"You really are not jealous are you?" she asked.

I told her I was not.

"It is not like I go and seek out other guys," she lied.

"I know, but they are paying attention to you. And in some way it is sexy."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it shows how desirable you are and all. And there was that guy who flirted with you at the bar, the black guy."

My wife stopped to think back a bit. I reminded her also of the time we went dancing, actually the time I set her up as part of Vincent's master plan.

"Honey, you should relax, I am not into black guys."

"Well they sure seems to be attracted to you, you are not attracted to them are you?"

"No!" she said then she grasped my cock that was growing hard. "Wait! Then the thought of me with another guy, that's not turning you on. Is it?" she said stroking my cock.

I told it was, a bit.

She asked me why and I told her I did not know why, but it had since that night at the club.

"You mean me and the black guys? Honey that is so wrong."

"I know, it just is one of those forbidden thoughts."

"Me and a black guy? Doing what?"

"I don't know, kissing you."

She moved in closer pressing her tits against me, "Well you know I can't do that. I am married to you."

"I know...we are just talking fantasy here."

"And you would want to see me kiss another guy? A black one? Would he force me to do it? Oh!" she said as she felt my cock get harder.

"So you'd like it if I resisted the temptation? Me pleading that I am married. Is it because it is so forbidden?"

I told her yes and that they also had a reputation for having such big cocks."

"I am happy with your cock," she said almost too defensively.

"But have you ever thought of how it might be to try it with a man with a larger cock. Even as a fantasy?"

She paused for a moment in pumping my cock and quietly said once or twice, but only of white ones.

"But what if it was a black cock?"

"I don't find black guys attractive." I was tempted to bring up about her trainer but decided not to.

"Oh come on now. None of them?" I mentioned some celebrities and she sort of paused when I mentioned one of them.

"What if you had a chance to play with his big cock."

"I couldn't."

"But what if you could? Would you?"

"Maybe not a celebrity."

"Okay what if you went to a club and met a black guy, like the time we went out."

"Are you there?"

"No, let's say I could not make it, I got stuck at work, would you dance with him?"

"I have, and nothing came of it."

"Well suppose you had a drink or two with him. He tells you how sexy you are." I said as I started to finger her.

"You talk some more and dance some more, then he offers to give you a lift home. When you get home he comes inside with you. And then after some more talk he kisses you."

"You think that I'd let another man kiss me?"

"Maybe you were upset over me not being there."

"Okay so he kisses me. I resist a bit. He tells me how sexy I am. Are you sure you want to go on with this?"

I told her I did, turned on that she was picking up on the story.

"I hesitate and he feels my tits, I tell him not to do that. He challenges me telling me the only reason I am not doing that is because he is black. I tell him that is not the case. He says to me what harm is there in a kiss."

I could feel my wife getting wetter by the moment as she continued to talk.

"He kisses me harder feeling my tits. He guides my hand down to his crotch and presses it against it. I feel his cock, it is huge."

Now came the critical moment, the question that had to be asked: "Was it bigger than mine?"

My wife hesitated for a moment, then said "Much bigger than yours. I am sorry dear. He took his cock out and made me wrap my hand around it and the more I stroked it the bigger it got. I told him, 'no,' I pleaded with him to stop but he told me it was what I needed."

At that point I lost it and spread her legs wide pushing into her. I sucked her tits hard as she continued.

"He pulled down my panties and as I pleaded with him not to he pushed that huge black cock into my pussy. I pleaded with him not to do it but he did. It stretched me out like I have never been before. I cried that he would ruin me but he did not care. I asked him to pull out and put on a rubber but he would not."

"You let him fuck you bareback?"

"Yes!" she cried out. To my knowledge she had always worn a rubber with Vincent, was this something she was thinking of?"

"He made me say how much I loved black dick. He made me call it 'nigger' dick. I did not want to but he made me say it."

"And he was bigger than me?"

"Much bigger than you."

I came in her bucking until all my cum had been drained off. I kissed her telling her to go on as I fingered her now soiled pussy.

"You loved getting fucked by black cock?"

"Not at first...but he made me. It was so big and hard..."

I was already hard again and took my dick and rammed it into her a second time as she continued to taunt me about her black lovers.

When I came a second time we held each other for a really long time. We talked later and I told her it was just a fantasy. She agreed but we used it again. Reality and fantasy were starting to converge. Did I dare take it further??? More importantly could I really stop it if I wanted to?