Speaker 1: My wife, Charmaine, decided one autumn morning that she was
Speaker 1: going to start an OnlyFans page. I thought she was
Speaker 1: joking and paid her in no mind. I wished her
Speaker 1: good luck, then turned over on my side of the
Speaker 1: bed and fell asleep. Morning came and I showered, got dressed,
Speaker 1: kissed her goodbye, and then set off for work, leaving
Speaker 1: her to her own devices. I left my loving wife
Speaker 1: of four years that fateful morning and went to work,
Speaker 1: but returned later that evening to a different woman. Charmain
Speaker 1: welcomed me home, as she often did, fixed me a
Speaker 1: hearty dinner, and later, while we relaxed in the living room,
Speaker 1: brought over our laptop to show me what she had
Speaker 1: done all morning. She opened a folder that contained numerous
Speaker 1: photos she had taken of herself with her cell phone.
Speaker 1: Each photo portrayed her in a different outfit and was
Speaker 1: taken from different parts of the house, showcasing herself in
Speaker 1: several evening weares, swimsuits and lingerie, gorgeously sexy to the
Speaker 1: camera's eye. My god, Charmain, are those you yes? Babe?
Speaker 1: She giggled, What do you think? I think You've got
Speaker 1: an incredible body, is what I think? I haven't seen
Speaker 1: you like this since. It had been months, if not years,
Speaker 1: since Charmain dared be this naughty. That was before and
Speaker 1: right after we got married. Since then, our sex life
Speaker 1: had grown mundane as we settled into becoming a typical
Speaker 1: American couple, full of hopes and dreams, but racked with
Speaker 1: debts and mortgages. We hadn't even decided when to start
Speaker 1: having kids. But here was Charmaine revealing her tits and
Speaker 1: semi nude figure in photograph after photograph. I preferred the
Speaker 1: ones of her wearing thong panties. I felt myself getting
Speaker 1: arise the longer I viewed her photos. Why didn't you
Speaker 1: send me any of these when you took them. I
Speaker 1: didn't know how you'd react, she said. Anyway, I signed
Speaker 1: up for an OnlyFans account in the morning and posted
Speaker 1: also on my Twitter account. She opened a browser and
Speaker 1: showed me what she had been doing all day. I've
Speaker 1: gotten a number of responses so far. I perused her Twitter,
Speaker 1: Instagram and OnlyFans content. True enough, there were various likes
Speaker 1: and comments on them, all expressing positive engagement. This was astonishing,
Speaker 1: as it never occurred to me a day would come
Speaker 1: when I'd see my wife in such outrageous light. Charmain
Speaker 1: was previously a middle school teacher, but gave up the
Speaker 1: grueling work as it provided little pay for her effort.
Speaker 1: We had talked about her finding something decent and less
Speaker 1: time consuming that she could do while minding the home.
Speaker 1: Never debing an online model ever crossed my mind. Charmain
Speaker 1: was caressing my crotch, grabbing at my hard and growing.
Speaker 1: I see someone's getting aroused. She coued, how about we
Speaker 1: take things into the bedroom, Dear. I left the laptop
Speaker 1: on the sofa, and together we made for the bedroom.
Speaker 1: The sex that night was incredible, far amazing than the
Speaker 1: last time we made love, of which I couldn't recall.
Speaker 1: That was the start of a new life for us.
Speaker 1: It was like we'd finally found the one thing that
Speaker 1: made us unique, something we could do together with love
Speaker 1: and joy, regardless of how unsavory it might feel to others.
Speaker 1: I have nothing against women showing off their bodies online,
Speaker 1: as I have no grudges against sex workers out there.
Speaker 1: If there was one woman's body I should generously appreciate
Speaker 1: the most, it should be my wife. I decided I
Speaker 1: would do whatever was necessary to make her achieve whatever
Speaker 1: dream she wanted to become, regardless of whether I was
Speaker 1: at home or off at work. We organized ourselves, deciding
Speaker 1: weekends as the best time to make her exotic modeling
Speaker 1: dreams come through. I took up the task of being
Speaker 1: her photographer and lightning it expert. I visited various appliance
Speaker 1: shops to purchase lightning equipment, transforming our bedroom into a
Speaker 1: makeshift studio. Every Saturday morning, I positioned Charmaine in various
Speaker 1: arousing poises in our bedroom and took as many photos
Speaker 1: as I could. I got her lying on her back,
Speaker 1: on her elbows and knees, including sideways. Charmaine involved her
Speaker 1: various sex toys in the picture. I took shots of
Speaker 1: her fucking her dildo, including pouring milpe down her tits
Speaker 1: while she lay on the floor. We often ended up
Speaker 1: making love when we finished for the day. Charmaine later
Speaker 1: suggested that we do some shooting outside. We lived in
Speaker 1: a gated community and such activity was prohibited because of
Speaker 1: our neighbors. We decided to drive off into the countryside
Speaker 1: and make like we were going for a picnic. I
Speaker 1: brought a basketful of edibles, a bottle of wine and
Speaker 1: a blanket roll for such an occasion, find a suitable
Speaker 1: spot far from lurking eyes, and Charmaine would strutten her erotic,
Speaker 1: half revealing outfit while I snapped and filmed her with
Speaker 1: my camera. We would then enjoy our picnic hour under
Speaker 1: the clear blue sky. The results were fantastic. Her followership
Speaker 1: grew astronomically. Each week her followers sordid comments demanded more
Speaker 1: raunchy stuff. As months passed, with Charmaine's output growing and
Speaker 1: getting better, we were then faced with the inevitable, what
Speaker 1: are you going to fuck some BBC? Demanded one of
Speaker 1: her patrons. Charmain was confused by this, except I wasn't
Speaker 1: with how lude and raunchy things were getting. I knew
Speaker 1: it was a matter of time before we reached this point. Darling,
Speaker 1: what's BBC? She asked me after reading the message big
Speaker 1: black cock? I answered casually. They want to see you
Speaker 1: fuck a black man, but I never thought of doing
Speaker 1: that ever, She replied, are they insane? It's where the
Speaker 1: money is, babe. It won't be any fun for them
Speaker 1: to see us having sex. Black men are the preferred best.
Speaker 1: Charmain was dumbfounded by this turn of events. She took
Speaker 1: some time off to reflect on the idea. I got
Speaker 1: her to watch various interracial porn videos, including works of
Speaker 1: other esteemed online models posting videos on their OnlyFans channel.
Speaker 1: Charmain was amazed by the sudden revelation to think that
Speaker 1: we had been small potatoes this entire time. How are
Speaker 1: we going to find someone? She asked me one evening.
Speaker 1: Days passed while I pondered the question, where does one
Speaker 1: usually go to find black men who'd love to fuck
Speaker 1: a horny middle aged wife. One evening, while returning home
Speaker 1: from work, I stopped at a bar for a drink,
Speaker 1: still tossing the question in my head, when a commotion
Speaker 1: suddenly happened in the room. At the far corner. Two
Speaker 1: burly looking men were having a heated argument. All heads
Speaker 1: looked in their direction. They were on the cusps of
Speaker 1: exchanging blows, when a black man in a leather outfit
Speaker 1: looking twice as heavy, came between them and managed to
Speaker 1: diffuse the situation before it could get ugly. The burly
Speaker 1: men finished their drinks and left the bar grumpy. The
Speaker 1: black man returned to his stool by the bar counter,
Speaker 1: and conversation returned to normalcy. I signaled to the bartender
Speaker 1: to send him a drink on me. The man looked
Speaker 1: up when the bartender placed a glass of scotch before
Speaker 1: him and indicated who it was from. He smiled and
Speaker 1: nodded his acceptance. My name is Dwight, he shook my
Speaker 1: hand after I had introduced myself. Thanks for the drink,
Speaker 1: my pleasure, I said. I like the way you stop
Speaker 1: those guys from breaking up the place. They're old buddies
Speaker 1: of mine, always losing it over some dumb argument or whatever.
Speaker 1: They'll be friends again come morning. Teen. You talking for
Speaker 1: a while. The whole time I was fidgeting with myself
Speaker 1: about how to present my proposal to him. Dwight seeming
Speaker 1: to notice I had something on mind, and after a
Speaker 1: while decided to help me out. What's it you really
Speaker 1: want to talk to me about, fella. You might think
Speaker 1: it crazy if I said it, but I want you
Speaker 1: to know I'm being honest here. I was speaking so
Speaker 1: fast I could barely slow myself. I won't mind paying
Speaker 1: for your time if that would help. It'll only be
Speaker 1: for an hour's work. Am I gonna hurt somebody? If
Speaker 1: that's what you want, then you might as well forget it.
Speaker 1: It took me several minutes to explain what I desired
Speaker 1: of him. Dwight looked at me like he thought I
Speaker 1: was loney. He ordered another Scotch, which I gladly paid for.
Speaker 1: You sure about what you're asking, bro? Yes, yes, I am, sir.
Speaker 1: If you'd like, we can leave right now. It be
Speaker 1: an hour's worth of your time, and I'm hoping a
Speaker 1: hundred would do for it. I pulled a hundred out
Speaker 1: of my wallet and slid it across the counter to him.
Speaker 1: Dwight looked at the money and then at me like
Speaker 1: he assumed I was playing a prank on him. I
Speaker 1: knew I was taking such a terrible risk, but right
Speaker 1: then I was moving more on adrenaline and compelled myself
Speaker 1: to look past the crazy notion I was putting in
Speaker 1: play as long as I could achieve what I wanted
Speaker 1: for Charmaine before she lost interest in carrying things further.
Speaker 1: Then I figured I was on the right track. You
Speaker 1: ain't some kind of cop that's setting me up, are you, bro?
Speaker 1: I shook my head an emphatic no. He drained his scotch,
Speaker 1: slipped the note into his pocket, and then looked at me.
Speaker 1: I'll bite for now, but if this is some crazy stint,
Speaker 1: I'm gonna punch your lights out and split we cool
Speaker 1: on that white boy, cool as rain Dwight my car's outside.
Speaker 1: Dwight said nothing. He was playing nice as he got
Speaker 1: into my vehicle, and I then drove home. Charmain came
Speaker 1: to the door, and her smile wavered when she saw
Speaker 1: I wasn't alone. Dwight towered over me and looked far
Speaker 1: more intimidating than at the bar. I did the introductions
Speaker 1: and told Charmain what I'd brought him over for. Charmain
Speaker 1: was apoplectic and pulled me into the kitchen to inquire
Speaker 1: if I was insane. You don't know who he is,
Speaker 1: she screeched at me. He might be some serial killer
Speaker 1: for all we know. Well, let's hope he isn't. I
Speaker 1: argued back, Look, I know this is crazy, but let's
Speaker 1: try and be positive about this and give it a shot.
Speaker 1: We went back and forth until eventually Charmain gave up
Speaker 1: and decided to see things my way. After all, she
Speaker 1: had charged me with finding a black man for her.
Speaker 1: Where would she have figured I'd go looking for one
Speaker 1: on Craigslist? Did that even still exist. We returned to Dwight,
Speaker 1: who seemed content and pleasant lounging on our sofa. My
Speaker 1: money was cozy in his pocket, so I had to
Speaker 1: make good use of him before things went from bad
Speaker 1: to worse. I quickly chatted with him while Charmain stood
Speaker 1: across the room waiting. Dwight had his eyes on her,
Speaker 1: merely nodding when I was done. He knew what the
Speaker 1: assignment was and only needed to be told. When I
Speaker 1: gestured at Charmain to come forward, which she did, and
Speaker 1: helped her out of her clothes. Dwight took off his
Speaker 1: jacket and shirt. Charmain stiffened as he caressed her body.
Speaker 1: Dwight started by kissing her breasts. It took a little
Speaker 1: while before Charmain began responding to his action. I switched
Speaker 1: on the stage lights in the room, grabbed my camera
Speaker 1: and started filming them. Dwight led Charmain to the sofa,
Speaker 1: where they continued their foreplay. Charmain spread her legs and
Speaker 1: allowed him to finger her cut. She responded by caressing him,
Speaker 1: groping against his crotch. Dwight stood up and then zipped
Speaker 1: his fly. His cock sprung out like a snake. Charmain
Speaker 1: gasped at the sight of it. I was equally stunned
Speaker 1: beyond words. His cock was bigger than a beer bottle.
Speaker 1: I wasted no time capturing the sight of her caressing
Speaker 1: his cock, stroking it into her mouth. Charmain sucked his
Speaker 1: cock for what seemed like a long period before letting
Speaker 1: him go. Dwight got out of his clothes, retrieved a
Speaker 1: wad of condoms from his wallet, and then wore it
Speaker 1: on his member. His prick looked way bigger and more impressive.
Speaker 1: How do you want it, bitch, he grinned as he
Speaker 1: addressed my wife. You want it rough or easy going.
Speaker 1: Charmain looked intimidated by his organ, and so was I,
Speaker 1: though I stayed quiet, wanting to see how things went.
Speaker 1: I'd prefer easy, she said. Charmain knelt on the sofa
Speaker 1: and offered her a butt to our black stranger. Dwight
Speaker 1: edged forward, grasped her ass, and rubbed his cock against
Speaker 1: her buttock. Charmain yelped intense when he worked his prick
Speaker 1: inside her. Their bodies rubbed against each other like they
Speaker 1: were cojoined twins. Dwight jerked his hips against Charmain's but
Speaker 1: while wrapping his arms around her midsection. Charmain moaned and
Speaker 1: let off gasping pries as Dwight picked up the pace
Speaker 1: and started fucking her hard. He wasn't going easy anymore.
Speaker 1: He gripped Charmain's waist and was fucking her harder and harder.
Speaker 1: His arm muscles expanded in size, as did his torso.
Speaker 1: Charmain kept attempting to escape his clutches, but there was
Speaker 1: nowhere to go. She surrendered to the onslaught of sex
Speaker 1: and lust being hammered on her. I rotated around them,
Speaker 1: capturing everything through the lens of my camera. I too
Speaker 1: felt my prig netting heart in my pants, but could
Speaker 1: do nothing about it. Dwight fucked my wife until eventually
Speaker 1: he let her collapse on the sofa. While he tottered
Speaker 1: and stumbled behind his condom, sack was filled with seamen.
Speaker 1: I went to Charmain to see if she was all right.
Speaker 1: She nodded and smiled. Tell me you got everything, darling,
Speaker 1: she gasped, yes, Han, I got everything. Good, My god,
Speaker 1: I've never been so well fucked before. Charmain lay on
Speaker 1: the sofa, trying to gather herself I invited Dwight to
Speaker 1: our bathroom to clean himself up and offered him a towel.
Speaker 1: When he'd finished, he had already flushed the condom down
Speaker 1: the toilet. It was late in the night by the
Speaker 1: time we concluded. I once again thank him for being
Speaker 1: a gentleman. If you want me around again, you only
Speaker 1: got to say the word I won't charge you. Yes,
Speaker 1: said Charmaine, who had risen from the sofa. She came
Speaker 1: over and hugged him. Yes, I'd love to have you
Speaker 1: around again. Hopefully the circumstances will be a lot better
Speaker 1: next time. Sure, lady, whatever you said. We exchanged phone
Speaker 1: numbers with Dwight and then said goodbye to him as
Speaker 1: he left our home. What an interesting night that was
Speaker 1: for us. Listen to this episode and otherwild erotic cuckle
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