My wife, Charmaine, decided one autumn morning that she was going to start
an OnlyFans page. I thought she was joking and paid her in no mind.
I wished her good luck, then turned over on my side of the
bed and fell asleep. Morning came and I showered, got dressed, kissed
her goodbye, and then set off for work, leaving her to her own
devices. I left my loving wife of four years that fateful morning and went
to work, but returned later that evening to a different woman. Charmain welcomed
me home, as she often did, fixed me a hearty dinner, and
later, while we relaxed in the living room, brought over our laptop to
show me what she had done all morning. She opened a folder that contained
numerous photos she had taken of herself with her cell phone. Each photo portrayed
her in a different outfit and was taken from different parts of the house,
showcasing herself in several evening weares, swimsuits and lingerie, gorgeously sexy to the
camera's eye. My god, Charmain, are those you yes? Babe?
She giggled, What do you think? I think You've got an incredible body,
is what I think? I haven't seen you like this since. It
had been months, if not years, since Charmain dared be this naughty.
That was before and right after we got married. Since then, our sex
life had grown mundane as we settled into becoming a typical American couple, full
of hopes and dreams, but racked with debts and mortgages. We hadn't even
decided when to start having kids. But here was Charmaine revealing her tits and
semi nude figure in photograph after photograph. I preferred the ones of her wearing
thong panties. I felt myself getting arise the longer I viewed her photos.
Why didn't you send me any of these when you took them. I didn't
know how you'd react, she said. Anyway, I signed up for an
OnlyFans account in the morning and posted also on my Twitter account. She opened
a browser and showed me what she had been doing all day. I've gotten
a number of responses so far. I perused her Twitter, Instagram and OnlyFans
content. True enough, there were various likes and comments on them, all
expressing positive engagement. This was astonishing, as it never occurred to me a
day would come when I'd see my wife in such outrageous light. Charmain was
previously a middle school teacher, but gave up the grueling work as it provided
little pay for her effort. We had talked about her finding something decent and
less time consuming that she could do while minding the home. Never debing an
online model ever crossed my mind. Charmain was caressing my crotch, grabbing at
my hard and growing. I see someone's getting aroused. She coued, how
about we take things into the bedroom, Dear. I left the laptop on
the sofa, and together we made for the bedroom. The sex that night
was incredible, far amazing than the last time we made love, of which
I couldn't recall. That was the start of a new life for us.
It was like we'd finally found the one thing that made us unique, something
we could do together with love and joy, regardless of how unsavory it might
feel to others. I have nothing against women showing off their bodies online,
as I have no grudges against sex workers out there. If there was one
woman's body I should generously appreciate the most, it should be my wife.
I decided I would do whatever was necessary to make her achieve whatever dream she
wanted to become, regardless of whether I was at home or off at work.
We organized ourselves, deciding weekends as the best time to make her exotic
modeling dreams come through. I took up the task of being her photographer and
lightning it expert. I visited various appliance shops to purchase lightning equipment, transforming
our bedroom into a makeshift studio. Every Saturday morning, I positioned Charmaine in
various arousing poises in our bedroom and took as many photos as I could.
I got her lying on her back, on her elbows and knees, including
sideways. Charmaine involved her various sex toys in the picture. I took shots
of her fucking her dildo, including pouring milpe down her tits while she lay
on the floor. We often ended up making love when we finished for the
day. Charmaine later suggested that we do some shooting outside. We lived in
a gated community and such activity was prohibited because of our neighbors. We decided
to drive off into the countryside and make like we were going for a picnic.
I brought a basketful of edibles, a bottle of wine and a blanket
roll for such an occasion, find a suitable spot far from lurking eyes,
and Charmaine would strutten her erotic, half revealing outfit while I snapped and filmed
her with my camera. We would then enjoy our picnic hour under the clear
blue sky. The results were fantastic. Her followership grew astronomically. Each week
her followers sordid comments demanded more raunchy stuff. As months passed, with Charmaine's
output growing and getting better, we were then faced with the inevitable, what
are you going to fuck some BBC? Demanded one of her patrons. Charmain
was confused by this, except I wasn't with how lude and raunchy things were
getting. I knew it was a matter of time before we reached this point.
Darling, what's BBC? She asked me after reading the message big black
cock? I answered casually. They want to see you fuck a black man,
but I never thought of doing that ever, She replied, are they
insane? It's where the money is, babe. It won't be any fun
for them to see us having sex. Black men are the preferred best.
Charmain was dumbfounded by this turn of events. She took some time off to
reflect on the idea. I got her to watch various interracial porn videos,
including works of other esteemed online models posting videos on their OnlyFans channel. Charmain
was amazed by the sudden revelation to think that we had been small potatoes this
entire time. How are we going to find someone? She asked me one
evening. Days passed while I pondered the question, where does one usually go
to find black men who'd love to fuck a horny middle aged wife. One
evening, while returning home from work, I stopped at a bar for a
drink, still tossing the question in my head, when a commotion suddenly happened
in the room. At the far corner. Two burly looking men were having
a heated argument. All heads looked in their direction. They were on the
cusps of exchanging blows, when a black man in a leather outfit looking twice
as heavy, came between them and managed to diffuse the situation before it could
get ugly. The burly men finished their drinks and left the bar grumpy.
The black man returned to his stool by the bar counter, and conversation returned
to normalcy. I signaled to the bartender to send him a drink on me.
The man looked up when the bartender placed a glass of scotch before him
and indicated who it was from. He smiled and nodded his acceptance. My
name is Dwight, he shook my hand after I had introduced myself. Thanks
for the drink, my pleasure, I said. I like the way you
stop those guys from breaking up the place, their old buddies of mine,
always losing it over some dumb argument or whatever. They'll be friends again come
morning. Teen. You talking for a while. The whole time I was
fidgeting with myself about how to present my proposal to him. Dwight seeming to
notice I had something on mind, and after a while decided to help me
out. What's it you really want to talk to me about, fella.
You might think it crazy if I said it, but I want you to
know I'm being honest here. I was speaking so fast I could barely slow
myself. I won't mind paying for your time if that would help. It'll
only be for an hour's work. Am I gonna hurt somebody? If that's
what you want, then you might as well, forget it. It took
me several minutes to explain what I desired of him. Dwight looked at me
like he thought I was loney. He ordered another Scotch, which I gladly
paid for. You sure about what you're asking, bro, Yes, yes,
I am, sir. If you'd like, we can leave right now.
It be an hour's worth of your time, and I'm hoping a hundred
would do for it. I pulled a hundred out of my wallet and slid
it across the counter to him. Dwight looked at the money and then at
me like he assumed I was playing a prank on him. I knew I
was taking such a terrible risk, but right then I was moving more on
adrenaline and compelled myself to look past the crazy notion I was putting in play
as long as I could achieve what I wanted for Charmaine before she lost interest
in carrying things further. Then I figured I was on the right track.
You ain't some kind of cop that's setting me up, are you, bro?
I shook my head an emphatic no. He drained his scotch, slipped
the note into his pocket, and then looked at me. I'll bike for
now, but if this is some crazy stint, I'm gonna punch your lights
out and split we cool on that white boy, cool as rain Dwight my
car's outside. Dwight said nothing, He was playing nice as he got into
my vehicle, and I then drove home. Charmain came to the door,
and her smile wavered when she saw I wasn't alone. Dwight towered over me
and looked far more intimidating than at the bar. I did the introductions and
told Charmain what I'd brought him over for. Charmain was apoplectic and pulled me
into the kitchen to inquire if I was insane. You don't know who he
is, she screeched at me. He might be some serial killer for all
we know. Well, let's hope he isn't. I argued back, Look,
I know this is crazy, but let's try and be positive about this
and give it a shot. We went back and forth until eventually Charmain gave
up and decided to see things my way. After all, she had charged
me with finding a black man for her. Where would she have figured I'd
go looking for one on Craigslist? Did that? Even still exist. We
returned to Dwight, who seemed content and pleasant lounging on our sofa. My
money was cozy in his pocket, so I had to make good use of
him before things went from bad to worse. I quickly chatted with him while
Charmain stood across the room waiting. Dwight had his eyes on her, merely
nodding when I was done. He knew what the assignment was and only needed
to be told. When I gestured at Charmain to come forward, which she
did, and helped her out of her clothes. Dwight took off his jacket
and shirt. Charmain stiffened as he caressed her body. Dwight started by kissing
her breasts. It took a little while before Charmain began responding to his action.
I switched on the stage lights in the room, grabbed my camera and
started filming them. Dwight led Charmain to the sofa, where they continued their
foreplay. Charmain spread her legs and allowed him to finger her cut. She
responded by caressing him, groping against his crotch. Dwight stood up and then
zipped his fly. His cock sprung out like a snake. Charmain gasped at
the sight of it. I was equally stunned beyond words. His cock was
bigger than a beer bottle. I wasted no time capturing the sight of her
caressing his cock, stroking it into her mouth. Charmain sucked his cock for
what seemed like a long period before letting him go. Dwight got out of
his clothes, retrieved a wad of condoms from his wallet, and then wore
it on his member. His prick looked way bigger and more impressive. How
do you want it, bitch, he grinned as he addressed my wife.
You want it rough or easy going. Charmain looked intimidated by his organ,
and so was I, though I stayed quiet, wanting to see how things
went. I'd prefer easy, she said. Charmain knelt on the sofa and
offered her a butt to our black stranger. Dwight edged forward, grasped her
ass, and rubbed his cock against her buttock. Charmain yelped intense when he
worked his prick inside her. Their bodies rubbed against each other like they were
cojoined twins. Dwight jerked his hips against Charmain's but while wrapping his arms around
her midsection. Charmain moaned and let off gasping pries as Dwight picked up the
pace and started fucking her hard. He wasn't going easy anymore. He gripped
Charmain's waist and was fucking her harder and harder. His arm muscles expanded in
size, as did his torso. Charmain kept attempting to escape his clutches,
but there was nowhere to go. She surrendered to the onslaught of sex and
lust being hammered on her. I rotated around them, capturing everything through the
lens of my camera. I too felt my prig netting heart in my pants,
but could do nothing about it. Dwight fucked my wife until eventually he
let her collapse on the sofa. While he tottered and stumbled behind his condom,
sack was filled with seamen. I went to Charmain to see if she
was all right. She nodded and smiled. Tell me you got everything,
darling, she gasped, yes, Han, I got everything. Good,
My god, I've never been so well fucked before. Charmain lay on the
sofa, trying to gather herself I invited Dwight to our bathroom to clean himself
up and offered him a towel. When he'd finished, he had already flushed
the condom down the toilet. It was late in the night by the time
we concluded. I once again thank him for being a gentleman. If you
want me around again, you only got to say the word I won't charge
you. Yes, said Charmaine, who had risen from the sofa. She
came over and hugged him. Yes, I'd love to have you around again.
Hopefully the circumstances will be a lot better next time. Sure, lady,
whatever you said. We exchanged phone numbers with Dwight and then said goodbye
to him as he left our home. What an interesting night that was for
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