My Arab wife, Tara, and I have been together for a few years. We had a pretty good sex life but did not venture into the kinkier side of things. I had shared some of my fantasies and wants but she either would give a hard “no” or never try, even if I asked while we were having sex. I had shared with her the desire to have her fuck me with a strapon, her to deny me from cumming, force me to please her any way she wants, smack my balls around while conducting a good handjob or blow job, and even to have a guy with a BBC fuck her hard while I watch, be told how useless I am during it, and even be forced to please him. She wouldn’t do any of it, but our regular sex was still good, just wouldn’t change. I even showed her some of the stuff on videos so she would know exactly what I want. Tara however was not creative enough to come up with anything for me to do to her. I would change things up as I could, rimming her, which she wouldn’t kiss me again until a good shower and teeth brushing. It seemed she always was receiving a good fucking, but I was doing the same thing again and again.
As our time went on, our sex life started slowing down. I was getting bored with it, and sometimes wouldn’t even be able to cum because it was the same thing again and again. One day we were fighting about something, it happened a lot and she said she was going out. I said “whatever” and continued to watch TV. She went upstairs and spent a long time getting ready. She came down dressed amazingly. Tight black dress with her DDs pouring out, stockings and a garter, some knee-high leather boots, and bright red “fuck me” lipstick. She knew what she was doing, that was essentially my favorite outfit for her, it drove me nuts. Before she left Tara said, “I know we have been fighting a lot, but maybe we can have sex later, I still love you.” I said ok and asked her where she was going. She said she was just going to a bar to let off some steam and feel wanted, then she left. I went back to the TV.
3 hours later she still wasn’t home, and I was getting tired so I went to bed. I awoke to sounds of light moans and lips smacking. I turned over to see Tara kissing a large black guy. He must have been 6 foot six and 250 pounds. A hell of a specimen. Still, it was my wife. “What the fuck?” I said. Tara turned, as he continued to kiss her neck, and said “you aren’t giving me what I need, so I found someone who can, so sit there with your tiny dick and either sleep or watch a real man give me what I need.” It stunned me, I didn’t know what to say, but I definitely wasn’t going to sleep with this happening. Tara and the guy, whose name ended up being Kevin, got heavier and heavier. Tara knelt down in front of him, undid his pants, and pulled out his massive cock, this thing had to be