Wife Stories: Marie
Introduction:
My husband filmed me having sex; it got out-of-hand.
Introduction
Harvey, relaxing in the hot tub, moaned at the work Marie was doing. She was under water sucking on his still working, nearly 60-year-old cock.
His 33-year-old lover came up for air, laughing at the older man. Marie ran her fingers through her short, blonde hair, slicking it back. She straddled Harvey, guiding his cock into her.
“You know, I’m surprised this thing still works,” Marie smiled, kissing Harvey’s balding head, her breasts dangling against his mouth.
“It most certainly does. For you and your mom,” Harvey flicked his tongue at Marie’s nipple.
Harvey grabbed her waist and motor-boated her breasts, causing Marie to giggle.
When he was done, he held her, his cock still inside her. She kissed his face tenderly.
“I know I’ve said it before, but you feel so good,” Harvey whispered.
Marie moaned, “So do you. The best.”
“The best?”
“Absolutely.”
“Are you sure?” the older man chuckled.
“I am.”
“What about your ex-husband?”
“You are so much better than him.”
“But I hardly do anything!”
“Still, you’re special and I love you more than any man,” Marie kissed him.
Harvey held her once more, his hands sliding up and down her bare back.
“Have you heard or talked to Doc much?” Harvey asked, referring to her ex-husband.
“Oh goodness no! Haven’t seen or talked to him in like a year and a half,” Marie answered.
Harvey brought a breast to his mouth, sucking on the erect nipple. “How did it end?”
“The marriage?”
“Yes. You never told us.”
“I don’t think I can!” Marie laughed, stifling a moan as Harvey nursed from her.
“You can tell us anything. I’d like to know.”
“Promise you won’t hate me. Or him for that matter?” she asked.
“Don’t be silly, sweetie. I could never hate you. Whatever happened was in the past.”
“The details are very naughty,” Marie bit her bottom lip, Harvey switched to her other breast.
“I’m an adult, much older than you, I think I can handle it. Tell me!”
Marie laughed, sitting up, bringing her lips to Harvey’s. “You asked for it.”
-1-
“As you know, I met Calvin, or Doc being the nickname he preferred, right after college.
He’s around your age, maybe a couple years younger, and was a doctor at the hospital near the University of Miami. After graduating from their nursing program, I found myself working on the same floor as him.
I was finishing up my nursing internship when I met him. I’ve always had a thing for older guys and he was so incredibly attractive. He reminded me of a doctor I’d see on those lame hospital drama TV shows.
I went out for a drink that night with a few other interns and we saw him again. We all giggled and tried not to stare, as we all found him attractive. It was all very silly of us. But this was 11 years ago, I still had some growing to do.
Long story short, we spoke, we spoke more and more, we flirted, we flirted more and more, we dated. That of course, led to more dating, which led to sex. And more sex, and more sex. We were doing it constantly and until you, it was the best sex I ever had in my young, not super experienced life.
This man pushed all the right buttons. I’d stay the weekends with him in bed. I was tingling and cumming the entire time.
Our sex life evolved with our love for each other. It was fiery, passionate, a whirlwind of ecstasy.
Within a couple months of meeting me, Doc was tying me up, spanking me, and whipping me. He’d put a collar around my neck during weekends, making me lick his balls, like a dog. He wouldn’t let me wear underwear to work or anywhere for that matter. I was his sex slave and I loved every minute of it.”
*****
“Sounds naughty so far,” Harvey said.
“Well it gets worse,” Marie replied. “I have to use the f-word. I hope that’s ok.”
Harvey laughed, “We’re adults, remember? What am I going to do?”
“Mmm, maybe spank me?”
“Sure!”
“Anyway, continuing on. Doc fucked me – so much, so hard, so very good. I loved being this man’s slave.”
“I see,” Harvey smiled.
“I would do anything for him. And I mean anything,” Marie stared into Harvey’s eyes.
“Uh huh, like what? He pee on you?”
“Ha!” Marie laughed, biting her bottom lip.
“Mmm, you are a naughty girl,” Harvey grabbed her ass under the hot water.
“Back on topic. By anything I meant fulfilling his requests. One of those requests, was that he augment my body – specifically my breasts. I let him. Hence, why I have these big girls,” Marie grabbed her tits, then let them flop in Harvey’s face.
“Another request was staying in shape. He ordered me to work out six days a week and keep to a strict diet. I complied.”
Harvey thrusted his hips, driving his cock in further, “Yes, you look incredible.”
“Here’s where things began to unravel. Another request, or command, was that I pleasure his friends. He wanted to share me.”
*****
“I was against it at first, but then he proposed to me, giving me a huge diamond ring. I said yes of course, then told him I was his to do whatever he wanted with. He hugged me and told me he was taking me out the following weekend.
He bought me a new, sexy dress and took me to some doctor’s ball of some sort. He had me dance with his coworkers. I knew some of them just by being at the hospital. Some were older than him, some were younger. It was a good innocent time.
After the event though, things got far less innocent.
One of his friends, a doctor who was retiring soon, followed us home. Doc made me dance for him at home. He liquored me up and ordered me to strip for his friend. I did so. I ordered me to give him a lap dance. I did so. He ordered me to suck the old doctor’s cock. I did so.
A blowjob led to sex. My fiancé watched in the corner, sipping his booze while I had sex with one of his friends.
Then it happened again the following weekend. Doc would watch me ride another friend.
It became a routine. Every weekend for several months, I was having sex, while Doc watched with other doctors, lawyers, and friends of my soon-to-be husband. There were even a few weekends where he would send me to stay with one of his friends, to be used and fucked the entire time.
He didn’t mind. He liked having me, owning me, ordering me to sleep with his friends like the sex slave I was. I loved it too, mainly because I loved him.
Four months before our wedding day the following year, Doc brought a camera into the mix. He filmed me. He directed me, he set up scenes, he set up shots. He would jack off and give directions like I was his porn star. Looking over to him, while one of his friends was on top of me, I loved seeing him jack off while filming me. I could accept this part of him, I could embrace and realize that everyone has fetishes and things that make them horny. Watching and filming me with other men, apparently, was Doc’s.
Two months before our wedding day, he brought home a different coworker for me to have sex with. A newer doctor, I had only seen a couple times at the hospital. This changed everything. This led to the end of our marriage.
The doctor was black. His name was Marcus.”
-2-
“I was blindfolded, Doc’s request, on all fours in our bedroom, waiting.
I heard Doc and Marcus enter the room behind me. Doc was whispering and recapping directions for this “scene” he was setting up.
I heard a deep voice quietly say “alright” and “uh huh.” Then I heard a belt unbuckle, pants unzip, clothing removed.
Doc chuckled and said “damn” somewhere behind me. I wasn’t sure what he was referring to, but when I felt a huge, heavy mass land on my lower back, I was able to figure it out.
“Ok, great, ready? Go!” Doc whispered, starting to film the scene he set up.
When Marcus entered me from behind, I nearly screamed. I rose to my hands, gasping for air.
He slowly slid out, and rammed into me again. I cried out, gripping the sheets.
Marcus repeated this a third time, driving his big black cock into me once more, deeper than anyone, stretching me, hitting my g-spot. I climaxed.
There was a pause, the two men no doubt slightly confused. Marcus, balls deep in me, a quivering shaking, white woman, grabbed my waist and pulled out once more. I may have cum, but he wasn’t close to.
He slammed into me again and again and again. I was cumming again and again and again.
I had never been so loud, I never orgasmed so powerfully, so intensely as that.
After an hour of near constant orgasms, I rolled to my back, tore the blindfold off, and pulled Marcus down to me. I didn’t get a chance to look over his body before my tongue invaded his mouth.
My legs locked around him, keeping him on and in me. I was kissing him passionately, moaning, my hands grabbing his face, keeping his mouth on mine.
I broke the kiss and whispered, “Fuck me.”
He propped himself up with his big, huge arms and continued his wonderful assault on my pussy. Never had I been fucked like that.
I completely forgot I was being filmed. I completely forgot I was engaged. I complete forgot about Doc.
Marcus ramming into me over and over was all I cared about and wanted.
We went on for hours. I rolled on top of Marcus and bounced up and down on his cock so hard and fast I thought our bed was going to break. I loved it, I needed it.
As dawn approached, I let out one final soulful moan as another orgasm washed over me. I collapsed on top of Marcus, heaving and panting. He still hadn’t cum yet.
I caught my breath and slid down his sweaty body. I came to rest at his cock. I slowly, lovingly sucked all over the thing that gave me more pleasure than I ever experienced before.
Marcus was ready. He allowed himself to cum a few minutes later. My mouth filled with semen, I drank every bit of it.
When it was done, I glanced over to Doc. His mouth was hanging open, his cock limp in his hands, the camera was next to him. It ran out of battery power hours ago.
I snuggled in Marcus’ arm. I watched Doc slowly stand and leave the bedroom, not saying a word.
Marcus and I slept for a little while, then he kissed my forehead and left. I stayed naked and hopped in the shower. Smiling at the incredible night, Doc joined me.
I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him, thanking him. He seemed distracted.
“That was amazing,” I told him, nibbling on his ear.
“Yeah,” he said.
I could see something on his face. I thought it might be disappointment. Maybe he felt bad he couldn’t last as long or give such powerful orgasms. But I didn’t care. I was head over heels in love for Doc. I figured he would never let me have sex with Marcus again. I was ok with that.
He spoke up after a few minutes with me in the shower. What he said was the total opposite of what I was expecting and would be fine with.
“I want you and Marcus to keep doing it. I want to film more of you and him,” Doc said.
“What?”
“You heard me. I’ve never seen anything so wild and beautiful. You and Marcus.”
“Uh, are you sure? I mean – “
“Yes.”
I nodded and went to my knees, sucking Doc to life, then sucking him dry. I would do anything he told me to do.”
-4-
Harvey had to interrupt Marie’s story so he could grab her waist and thrust upward into her. Her tits bounced in his face, the water splashed out of the hot tub.
Marie climaxed on Harvey, falling into a kiss. “I love you,” she whimpered into his mouth.
“I love you too,” Harvey replied, cupping her ass. “Keep going, I want to know more.”
Marie regained her composure, caught her breath and continued her story.
*****
“Marcus and I were sleeping together daily. The weekends were the most intense, sleep deprived, orgasmic times of my life so far.
For the next month, Doc and I rarely had sex. It was mostly Marcus and I with Doc filming until the battery died, then watch me and this black man keep going.
A couple weeks into this, our sexual encounters changed. Marcus wouldn’t just fuck my white pussy like he owned it, he’d make love to me.
We kissed more, we caressed more, there was far more foreplay. Doc got it all on film too.
Doc would watch me worship that black man’s cock. I covered it in my drool and made love to it with my mouth, then my pussy.
I was in love with Doc, I was marrying him, but this black dick I was playing with for two weeks – I never felt so much lust before.
Another two weeks passed, a month before the wedding. Marcus carried me to the bathtub. I was too weak to walk.
He gently placed me in the warm water and left. I heard Marcus and Doc chatting outside the bathroom. I couldn’t tell what they were saying. I closed my eyes, the taste of cum on my lips and smiled.
Doc entered the bathroom, looking forlorn. He told me Marcus couldn’t film anymore. My eyes shot open, I did my best to hide my sadness. “Oh. I see. Well, alright,” I faked a smile.
Doc left me alone and I stared off into space. I couldn’t believe it. My heart was pounding. I wanted Marcus to keep filming with me. I wanted him.
It took me forever to get to sleep that night, even though I was exhausted from Marcus’ expert fucking abilities.
I rolled over and thought about him – his black cock. I made plans to have it in me again.
A couple days later at the hospital, I made my way up to Marcus’ floor. I said hello, smiled, and said I just wanted to talk to him.
We slipped into a small conference room. I asked why he no longer wanted to film. He said his marriage was suffering and he needed to focus on it.
I was floored, I had no idea he was married.
“So, we can’t, you know, meet up?” I asked.
He shook his head, “She thinks I’ve been working late all this time.”
“But, but, I mean, we could meet up in secret,” I suggested.
“I can’t film, sorry,” Marcus turned to leave. I had to think fast.
“We don’t need to film. Just have sex. We can here somewhere, you know?” I blurted out, not thinking of Doc.
“No,” he said.
“Wait!” I thought fast again. I tore my scrubs away from my chest, revealing my big tits. Doc wouldn’t allow me to wear a bra either.
Marcus shook his head, glancing over my bare breasts. He shut the door and approached me.
Minutes later, he pinned me against the wall in the small conference room. I was straddling him, he was pumping that big cock in and out of me.
“Yes! Yes!” I was cumming. No one was watching us, no one was filming us.
He slammed me on the conference table and kept going. We stared into each other’s eyes with more fiery passion than I ever did with Doc. I felt no guilt, only pleasure as another orgasm came over me.
“Fill me, fill me,” I said, wanting his semen inside my pussy, instead of my stomach. I felt this would be the last time I saw Marcus. I was right.
After he filled me to the brim, he pulled out of me. His cum pooled at my crotch, outside of my pussy. He got his clothes back on and left without saying goodbye.
I let out a soulful moan and smiled. There was a large pool of semen on the table. I had to clean it before someone saw it. I did – with my mouth. I licked it up like a cat at a bowl of milk.
I was worried about the wet spot of semen on my scrubs the rest of the day. Luckily, they were dark in color – dark how I was starting to prefer my color of cock.”
*****
“Ahhh, baby,” Harvey gripped Marie’s ass. “You are very naughty.”
Marie laughed, feeling the older man’s cock twitch inside her. She gathered up some hot water with her hands, and playfully dumped it on Harvey’s head.
“You have no idea.”
-5-
“The weeks dragged on. Doc filmed me with a few of colleagues once again. It was nothing special. I faked the orgasms.
Doc and I had sex pretty often before the wedding. It, too, wasn’t anything amazing. I faked those orgasms too.
I thought about Marcus some, and black cocks in general. When I masturbated, I climaxed to thoughts of black men taking me.
I also snuck on Doc’s laptop when he fell asleep. I’d stay on there for hours, again sleep deprived, watching the videos he had of me and Marcus. I loved watching a black man take me.
Then on the day of the wedding –“
“Oh no,” Harvey interrupted her. Marie smiled and nodded.
“Oh yes. My addiction – for lack of a better term – became fully realized.
There I was, in my wedding dress, on my knees, sucking the cock of one of the black employees at the location. He was probably 18.
“Ah yeah, white bitch,” he said, gripping my head, messing up my hair.
I sucked him dry. He pulled his pants up, grabbed his hors d’oeuvres tray and left. I fixed my hair, popped a breath mint, and walked down the aisle to my husband.
As the reception was dying down, people were leaving, not as many couples dancing, I found the same employee cleaning off one of the tables. I winked at him.
He fucked me in the women’s restroom. My wedding dress was hiked up over my bare ass, and he was behind me.
He filled my pussy with cum. I bent at my knees and it dripped out of me into the toilet bowl.
On the airplane, on our way to our honeymoon destination, I joined the mile-high club with a black passenger while Doc slept.
Doc and I were kissing on the dance floor at the resort that night. “I love you,” I told him. He held me close. I looked around the room for something I lusted for.
“Did you bring the camera?” I smiled at Doc.
“Ha, no. Just me and you on our honeymoon,” he laughed.
“Aww,” I pouted. “Hmm, maybe you could’ve filmed me with him?”
I pointed to a black man dancing with, I assume, his new bride.
“Sure,” Doc smiled, holding me close. I watched the black man dance, his hand on his wife’s butt.
Doc and I had sex that night. He wasn’t the first man I had sex with as a married woman.
The next day I saw the black guy and his black wife again. They were on the beach. I couldn’t take my eyes off his big, muscular body.
He knew it. He saw me checking him out a few times. I smiled and waved. He knew what I wanted.
As I predicted, I saw him again that night. Doc and I were walking around the resort holding hands. We walked past them. He nodded at me. I saw him check me out. I looked over my shoulder, he was grinning me.
Doc and I were on the beach that night, kissing, holding. I saw the black man approach, walk by us, and “accidentally” drop a piece of paper near me.
When we left, I grabbed it. “Room 685, 2am” was all it said. I smiled and put it in my purse.
Doc and I had sex again, he was asleep by midnight.
I didn’t even bother putting on a bikini or clothes. I left our room, butt naked, and walked over to room 685 at 2am.
He opened the door, quietly stepped out, not caring or making a fuss that I was nude. He put his arm around my waist and we took a walk.
A couple minutes later, he was easing his now naked body, into one of the hot tubs scattered about the resort. It wasn’t much different than this hot tub we’re in now.
A minute later, no words exchanged, I was guiding his huge dick, into my hungry pussy, straddling him – just like I’m straddling you.
After some kissing, a moment later I was squatting up and down on it, just like this. Water was sloshing out, just like this. I was cumming, just like, just like – ahhhhh!”
“This?” Harvey smiled, watching Marie climax on his cock.
“Yes!”
“So how long were you married at this point?” Harvey asked.
“After I came down from the orgasm, he asked me the same thing. ’How long you been married?’”
“This is day two,” I answered, grinding my hips against him.
“Same for me. I’ve always loved white pussy. Saw you looking at me, figured I’d get up in you before we leave,” he said. I nodded and kept grinding against him.
“Damn. Work that pussy, baby. Ride that dick,” he said, gripping one of my asscheeks with his strong, black hand.
“Uh huh,” I cried out. I loved it.
We had sex until dawn. We met up again the next night at the same hot tub. We did this a week straight. Doc and I left on the same day the black man and his wife left. We even arrived at the airport the same time. I managed to sneak off with him and suck his cock one last time.
I never got his name. He never got mine.”
-6-
“I had a burning desire – a mission of sorts. I needed black cock. I wanted to use Doc’s desire to film me as an excuse.
I went along with his friends a few months. He’d film me with them, I’d fake orgasms and so on. When Doc was asleep, I’d sneak on his computer again and masturbate to videos of Marcus and me.
I wanted black men so badly. So I went out and found some.
I took Doc with me, saying we could find a younger person than the older men he was filming me with. I first picked a white guy at a nightclub, acting really interested, but made up an excuse that he couldn’t do it.
Then my second choice was a random black guy, “Ooh maybe him?” I asked Doc innocently.
He laughed and nodded his head. “Sorry about Marcus,” he admitted.
“Huh? Oh right, yeah. It’s ok, sweetie,” I said, traipsing off to the black guy in the club.
He fucked me so good that night. Not Doc, Terrence, Terry, I can’t remember his name.
He went on and on, making me cum non-stop. It’s what I wanted and needed. The camera batteries ran out; Doc was at a loss for words at my performance.
The next morning, I was washing off all the sweat and semen, when Doc joined me in the shower. He grabbed by butt. “You really get into it with them.”
“Oh the black guys? Yeah, I guess,” I shrugged, playing it off. “I guess it makes for a good video right?”
“Absolutely. You have no idea how sexy you look.”
*****
“He’s got a point there,” Harvey said, thrusting upward once more.
“Th-thank you!” Marie was climaxing again.
“Wow, oh yes,” she shook. “I love it. I love you.”
“But I’m not black, silly,” he smiled.
“Shut up,” Marie kissed him tenderly.
“So that’s how you got Doc to film you with black men again?”
“Yep. I won. I had a house, a marriage, clothing, and husband with an unusual fetish – watching and filming me have sex with other men. Those men just so happened to be black. An added bonus.”
“Alright. I’m getting tired. I’m old, remember?”
“Oh please,” Marie rolled her eyes.
“Doc filmed you with black men, how does this tie into the divorce?”
Marie took a deep breath and continued her tale.
*****
“Six years passed. Six years of marriage. Doc made so much money, I didn’t have to work. I spent my days, exercising, sitting out by the pool, and having sex with black men.
Doc only knew about the dozen or so regulars he filmed me with. There were many, many more that I met.
I’d go out clubbing with friends and meet one. I’d go to the beach and meet one. During the day, while Doc was at work, I was in bed with them. There were so many.
Then things changed. Doc changed. I was perfectly happy with filming porn with black men for him. But he grew tired of it.
He stopped filming me with black men and with men in general. We had sex more often, but there was something missing. A spark, passion, chemistry.
On day, I was having sex on the couch, riding a black cock, cumming as usual, when Doc got home early.
I turned, saw him standing there. He looked so old, defeated. He sighed, nodded his head and went to the bed room.
I got off the black guy I was riding, his big cock, popping out of my pussy when I stood.
I entered the bedroom, not sure of what to say. I opened my mouth and he shushed me. I stood there naked, watching him pack.
“I created a monster,” he said.
“What? No, Doc, listen I – “
“My previous wife, years ago, was into being filmed. She loved it, got off on it. She’s the one that asked me to start doing it. I became addicted to filming and watching. But I should’ve stopped when she passed away.”
“Doc,” I started crying.
“No,” he held up his hand. “This is partly my fault. I shouldn’t have continued this fetish. One thing led to another, it got out of hand. I just,” he shook his head.
“What? What is it?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be married to you anymore. I’m so sorry. You’re much younger than me. You’ll be fine. But I need to move on. I’m leaving, you can stay here. But it’s over.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was right. He created a monster – me. It happened the second he brought Marcus home to fuck me.
It was my fault too. I was too much in love with him. I went along with whatever perverse sexual fantasy he had. In the process I became addicted to a fetish of my own – black men.
He left. I cried, feeling horrible. I kicked the black guy out, and showered alone. I didn’t see Doc again until court. He got everything. I was ok with that, because I was planned on moving home, then here, eventually.
We haven’t spoken or see each other since. I heard a rumor from a former coworker, that he’s dating a lovely older woman. She’s a higher-up at the hospital. I’m happy for him.”
-7-
“That’s some tale,” Harvey said, Marie still straddling him in the hot tub, his cock still inside.
“I know. I turned out alright though. I’m here with you. We’re all fine now.”
“Your addiction though. Still have it?”
“Not as much. Since I have you now. But every once in a while TJ from down the street and I will hang out and have sex.”
“Ah so that’s where you were the other night. I thought you were walking on the beach,” Harvey said.
“Speaking of TJ,” Marie looked over her shoulder into the back bedroom, near the hot tub. “I think Mom is almost done with him.”
Marie stood, Harvey’s cock sliding of out of her. She grabbed a towel, rubbing her large breasts, then hair.
“Hi sweety!” Janet, Marie’s mother appeared from the back door, naked and smiling.
“Whew, that man is so good,” Janet said, referring to TJ in the bedroom. “He’s all yours, Marie.”
Marie hugged her mother. “Thanks.”
“You take care of your father out here?” Janet asked, getting into the hot tub with Harvey.
“Oh yes, we’ve been having a nice chat,” Marie said. “Goodnight Dad.”
Marie smiled, watching her mother straddle her father, just like she was. She sighed and headed in doors.
TJ was naked and waiting. The huge black man smiled as Marie undid her towel, letting it fall to the floor.
They gave one another a friendly kiss, she slid his cock in, and got to work.
“Mmm,” she moaned, resting her hands on his chest. “I love it.”
She closed her eyes, enjoying a wonderful treat of black cock.
She bit her bottom lip, grinding faster and faster. She thought of her ex-husband, Doc, hoping he was happy.
Marie thanked him in her head for introducing her to interracial sex. While things didn’t turn out great, she was thankful to have a supportive family.
She thought about her parents, outside having sex, while she had sex with TJ.
Marie giggled when TJ rolled on top of her. She lusted for black cock, just like her mother Janet. If she ever married again, she would consult with her about how to combine the thing she lusts after with the person she loved; how to better have her cake and eat it too.
The end.
