Amy's Out Again

My wife Amy called out to me from our bedroom in an excited happy tone, ?Wanna see??She had come home this afternoon with a new outfit that she was planning to wear out tonight, and had spent the last hour happily scurrying about getting ready.?Um, okay,? I replied. What else could I say?Amy breezed into the living room to model her new clothes. Striding in confidently, she faced me, then turned around slowly to let me see every view.?What do you think?? she asked with an expectant smile.Amy was thirty-seven years old and quite attractive. She attracted men's attention whenever we were out, which made me kinda proud. She was five-feet-six-inches and had moderate length, light brown hair, green sparkling eyes and an easy smile. She had a tight but not overly small figure. She looked healthy, not tiny but certainly did not appear heavy. She was always attractive, but it never used to be in an overtly sexy kind of way. This had recently changed.The outfit she had picked out really looked good on her, although a bit more revealing than I was used to seeing her wear. The last hour of her preparation was well spent. Her chestnut hair was brushed out carefully to frame her pretty face. Her make-up accentuated her bright excited eyes and her contagious smile. With the way she was made up, she would have looked great in jeans and a sweatshirt, but the new outfit was flattering and even sexy on her. She looked more than attractive, she looked hot!The pants she wore were light tan and very close-fitting - they could have been custom-tailored. The center seam ran down and into the crack of her ass, separating and contouring her perfect ass cheeks. The thin material looked to be painted on her ass, with no folds, no creases, no wrinkles except for the light lines of her high-cut panties underneath.Her top was light and loose, a flowered print that hid the little bit of weight that she carried self-consciously on her stomach. The looseness of the blouse, however, did very little to hide her lovely C-cup breasts. Her ample cleavage was clearly on intentional display.Amy never wore a lot of jewelry, and tonight she wore only a light necklace that held a key that laid nestled between her breasts. The key was not all that pretty a piece of jewelry, it was more functional than aesthetic. It was because of its function that she was wearing it out tonight. The very act of wearing it was what made it very sexy on her.?You look really nice,? I told her.?I don?t want to look nice. I want to look naughty,? she replied with a bit of a pout in her voice.She turned her head and pushed out her bum as she looked at her tight ass in the hallway mirror.?I hope Ted likes these pants. He loves my ass,? she said in the whimsical tone her voice took on when she talked of her lover.I had no good answer for that. I don?t think she was looking for one anyway, so I stayed silent.She looked at her watch and her eyes lit up. ?It?s almost time to go!? she told me, and then came toward me on the sofa."Don't get too excited thinking of what Ted and I will be doing tonight,? she said. ?You don?t want to hurt your cock in its little cage,? she continued as she took her necklace in her hand and jangled the key for me.?I?ll be home late; I had a long nap this afternoon,? she told me in an excited voice, like a kid sharing her big adventure with one of her parents. She spoke as if I should be excited for her.?I am going to get so fucked tonight!? she whispered in my ear. ?I am so horny that I might even give him my ass,? she added then moved back to watch my reaction, the glint in her eyes illustrated her excitement.?He keeps asking to do anal, but his cock is so big, I don?t know if I could take it.?I remained silent as she teased me. It might have been just teasing, but maybe it was something more. It may also have been her just needing to share her excitement with someone. Amy, like most women, was prone to tell her best friends about exciting things in her life. Amy couldn?t tell her friends about this story thoughLike her, Amy?s friends were staunchly religious. Amy had always been the picture of ?straight and narrow?. She never missed church, she sang in the choir and up until a few months ago, never swore or wore revealing clothes. She still portrayed her pristine almanbahis image in our social circle, but what she now did in secret was a complete departure from that.?Should I let him fuck my ass?? she asked abruptly. She wasn?t seeking my permission; she was just verbalizing her thoughts.?You never let me fuck your ass,? I reminded her.?Yeah, but Ted gets me so excited, so horny and wet that I?m ready to do anything for him? I?m sorry, that must sound hurtful. It isn?t meant to be??As if I needed, or even wanted, to hear her explanation she continued, ?It's not that I ever disliked making love with you, Brent, but that?s what it is, making love. For me, sex between us has always been more intimate than sexual,? she said, appearing to be somewhat reflective in her thoughts.?Ted and I fuck,? she said bluntly. ?Pure and simple. Raw animalistic fucking. I never thought sex could be that? primitive. Erotic. When I am with him, I turn into a complete slut.??Guess what?? she asked rhetorically in a stage whisper. ?I?m getting wet now just thinking about him pounding that big cock into me. When he is fucking me I want it to go on forever! Every time he is inside me I cum over and over and over... I just LOVE fucking him!? she said looking into space as she reflected on her past transgressions.She came back to reality for a moment and looked at her watch, ?Gotta run!? she blurted in excitement. ?I might bring you home a treat,? she continued, winking at me. She was exhilarated, as giddy as a child heading to Disneyland. She could hardly contain her anticipation.Amy turned away from me, and I watched my wife's gorgeous ass sway to an fro as she stepped confidently on her way to get fucked by another man.My cock twitched in its cage.THE BACKSTORY:I suppose I had brought this on myself.About six months ago, Amy caught me watching porn and masturbating. She walked in on me just as I started to ejaculate all over myself. I had been watching a white woman being fucked by a big black cock while her husband watched and masturbated. It was a pretty good video for an obviously amateur recording.?What are you watching?!? she exclaimed from behind me, catching me completely by surprise. I was just starting to orgasm, spraying cum on myself.She must have come looking for me, wondering why I wasn?t in bed at 2:30 on a Saturday morning. She stepped around the leather sofa to face me and then saw that I was naked and ejaculating.?Oh, sick! You?re masturbating! And you?re cumming! While I?m standing here, you?re cumming on yourself!?I was surprised and embarrassed, I suspect Amy was too. I expected her to walk away shocked, and leave me with my embarrassment, but she didn?t. She stood there looking at me with my six-inch cock still pulsing and oozing in my hand with the TV on.The volume on the TV had been turned low - obviously not low enough to reveal Amy?s approach - however, and the people on the TV were still going at it quite vocally. Amy turned from me in disgust to look at the TV.?Oh fuck, Brian!? the woman cried out, ?His cock is so big! I?m going to cum again!??Yeah baby, cum for him. Cum on his big black cock!??Oh, yes! YES!? she cried out, ?I?m cumming!!??That is sick!? Amy uttered, ?Turn it off.?I reached for the remote that was on the coffee table in front of the sofa I was stretched out on.?No, stop! Your hand is covered in your cum! I?ll do it,? she said with disgust, reaching for the remote.As she turned back to the TV, the husband spoke to his wife, ?Happy Birthday, sweetheart,? he said as he kissed her.?Ohh?FUCK, Brian!! This? is? ugh, ugh? the best? gift you?ve ever given me!? she replied haltingly, the black man still pounding it into her from behind.Amy paused with a quizzical look on her face. She held the remote out but did not press any buttons.?Do you want the same gift for our anniversary next month?? the husband asked.?Oh YES! Please!! I need? Ahh... I have to get fucked like this again!! Please!!? she answered, dropping her head down to the pillow, her ass in the air and the bald black man furiously pounding his cock into her.Amy blinked a couple of times, watched the show for about ten more seconds, then pressed to remote to shut the TV off. She stood there for a long moment then turned to me.?What was that all about?? she almanbahis yeni giriş asked me.?What?? I replied, wiping the cum from myself with the hand towel I had with me.?That... That movie."?You know what it was, Amy, porn. We watched it years ago.??Yes, but this was a married couple, and he was watching another man have sex with his wife.?"Cuckolding.??What???Cuckolding. A wife has sex with another man, and the husband is okay with it. Even encourages it.??Oh, c'mon. That kinda thing?s not real is it?? She said as she sat down on the chair across from me.She had apparently forgotten to be furious that she had just caught me jerking off to porn. Amy had always told me that watching porn was cheating. She was now apparently more interested in the premise of the movie than the fact she had caught me watching porn.?Yeah, it?s a thing. That video was made by an amateur married couple, posted online.??Really? Online where???Porn sites, especially sites specific to that kinda thing.?She reflected on that for a few seconds, then asked, ?So you went looking online for that kind of site, to find that kind of video?? She asked. ?And while you were watching a married woman having sex with another man, you were so excited by it you were masturbating??Amy now didn?t seem disgusted, just curious. I didn?t answer.?Well, did you???Yeah,? I admitted. I didn?t know where this was going, but lying wasn?t going to help my situation.?Wow. I can?t believe you. You actually like that kind of thing? First, you cheat on me, porn IS cheating you know, and the porn you watch is about other people cheating...?Now if the truth be told, my mouth gets me in more trouble than anything else, and before I knew what I was saying, I answered, ?Well technically, she isn?t cheating if he allows her to do it.??What? That?s nuts. Don?t be ridiculous!??If the husband wants to share his wife, and she does it? then she isn?t really cheating.??I?m not listening to this,? she said as she got to her feet. ?Clean up down here, and yourself too before you come to bed.?Amy was far less angry at finding me masturbating than I thought she would have been. She was certainly less upset than she was than the last time she caught me doing it.Actually, tonight she was angrier when she first saw the movie I was watching than she was when she understood the premise of the movie. She was still expecting me in our bed. I wasn?t banned or anything, which was a bit of a surprise. I went up to bed about a half-hour later and found her asleep, so I climbed in quietly so as to not disturb her.Nothing was said about the matter for the next week. I certainly wasnt going to bring it up, but neither did she. It was the following weekend when Amy subtly led into the subject. That saturday evening we had been to the birthday party of a friend of ours' home. When we got home at about 11:00pm we had a few more drinks on our own while playing some cards.?So, um.. what do you think Trevor got Chelsea for her birthday?? Amy asked with a funny lilt in her voice.I looked up and saw the coy smile on her lips as she continued to look at the cards in her hand. It was the curious little smile she couldnt suppress that gave her away.?Umm, I don?t know. Was Darnell still at the party when we left?? I answered.Amy?s eyes widened and she giggled abruptly. I had caught her meaning, and she hadn't expected it.?That?s bad!? she said while trying to control her laughter.?Just sayin,?? I replied."I know what you are saying, but that is nasty. Trevor and Chelsea would never go for that naughty stuff," she deflected, as if she hadn't been thinking the same thing all along. I let her get away with it and didn't call her out on it, letting her keep her innocent appearance. There was a quiet between us for a few minutes while I let Amy dwell in her thoughts before I responded.?Your birthday is coming up.? I said flatly. Just leaving it out there.?What?? she said looking at me wide eyed with an expression that was hard to read.?Just sayin.???What did you mean by that?? she asked, looking at me with an inquisitive, yet excited expression.?I mean that I am willing to let you have whatever you want for your birthday. A gift? a memory? some pleasure???Are you suggesting...? she never finished her sentence but almanbahis giriş we both knew we were talking around the same idea, with neither of us saying it outright.?I?m just saying that I am a generous man, and I don?t mind sharing.?Amy sat there looking at me. I looked right back at her. Her face and especially her eyes changed expression over the next few seconds. I think she was trying to confirm in her mind that she was understanding what I was saying. This conversation was possibly a game changer in our marriage and Amy was trying to understand what this might lead to. Her expression changed from confusion to excitement to uncertainty and a few that I didnt evern recognize. Maybe she was trying to decide what her desires were. On the other hand I had no questions, I knew what I wanted. I wanted her to fuck another man. I wanted to watch her as she fucked another man. I wanted to fuck her pussy that was still full of another man?s cum.?You?d share me, like? like in that movie?? she asked cautiously.?Yes, I would,? I said without hesitation. ?I would share you, but only if you wanted it.?She sat there looking at me for a few seconds, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to understand her thoughts.?Well sweetheart,? she said, putting her cards down, ?I?ve put some thought to this since last weekend when I found you watching porn and masturbating. You know I think of that as cheating,? she said, looking me square in the eye for a full five seconds before she continued.?You know what is strange?? she asked rhetorically. ?It is really strange that I consider it cheating when you masturbate while watching people have sex in a movie, yet you don?t think of it as cheating if I actually have sex with someone else.??Only if I know about it. And watch,? I replied cautiously.?Whatever. Still, our opinions are vastly different,? she said as she stood up. ?Vastly different.??Would you like another drink?? she asked, ?I think I need a double, I need to wrap my mind around this.??Yes please," I answered quietly.I heard her mixing the drinks in the kitchen and wondered where this conversation was going. Was I going to get my fantasy of watching her fuck another man? Was she going to tell me that our marital views are incompatible, and we need to separate? I wasn?t sure how to interpret her words and her expression.Amy returned with our drinks and sat down.?So?? I said.?So, what?? she replied.?What are you thinking??"Well, as I said, I have been thinking about this a lot. I have had a change in opinion on a couple of things. The way I see it, your opinion on cheating is based on permission, and the more I think about it, I realized mine are too. We both think that marriage is belonging to the other person, right?"I nodded in agreement.?Well, I think that when you masturbate, you are having sex, although alone,? she stated. ?And it is you having sex without my permission. So really that is still cheating because it is sex without my permission,? she added. ?On the topic of porn though, I have changed my view somewhat. We all see things that are exciting for us. For me it might be romantic movies or romance novels, for you it is obviously something more graphic, but really the same premise.?She was kind of rambling now, trying to tie her related thoughts together into an idea she could share.?Sometimes we can?t help seeing sex, like on a movie or something, I dont think of that as cheating if you see people have sex then, so I guess it isnt just seing sex I think of as cheating. I think what I'm saying is that I feel that it is not what we see and think that is cheating, it is what we do.?She continued, ?I think it is whether we do something without permission that makes it cheating or not. Do you understand what I?m saying? I mean, people find other people attractive, people have little fantasies, but if they only think about it and don?t ?do? anything they aren?t really cheating. Does that make sense??I nodded but said nothing. She took a long swallow of her drink. I sat there looking at her and processing what she was saying, trying to understand where she was going and what it meant for us.?You are actually willing to let me have sex with another man?? she asked abruptly.?Yes, I am,? I answered immediately. ?Not in secret though, I have to know about it, and I want to watch.?There it was, out on the table. I wanted her to fuck someone else. She had expected that is what I wanted, and now she knew it. To top it off, I had just given her permission.