Last night I have dreamed that my wife and I were in an erotic club for our 15th wedding anniversary. I had given her a bundle of vouchers and she accepted my offer to have sex in one of the rooms where other people can watch the action through little windows. Sitting at the bar, she wore the tight wet look dress I bought her recently, garters and heels, drinking long island ice-tea to better get into the mood and for her to gather her courage. Natascha is a little bit shy, so she wore a mask and drank a bit too fast. After a short while, just as we were becoming comfortable, a black gentleman came over to the bar. He was big, bald and muscular and wore tight black shorts and a matching shirt. He ordered a drink, then leaned over to us and spoke directly to my wife: “I couldn’t fail to notice how you stared at the bulge in my pants. Do you want to see what causes that bulge?” If not for the mask and the dim lighting you could have seen my wife blushing.

Natascha had already opened her mouth to reject the offer and looked dumbfounded at me but I was grinning and only gave her a nod, so my wife turned back and without a word she nodded back at the black gentleman who immediately pulled out his cock in front of her. Even still flaccid it was enormous. I thought my wife looked at it somewhat longingly. “Do you want to touch it?” the man asked. This time my wife didn’t look at me but started to hesitantly fondle the strangers cock with both her hands. Under her touch the cock got even bigger. My wife gasped. She had only ever seen a cock this big in porn-flics, let alone touched it. Natascha couldn’t stop caressing the swelling circumcised cock. She seemed almost mesmerized by how the big black cock shimmered in the dim light of the club. It looked like polished wood.

The stranger addressed my wife again: “Naturally you ask yourself now, how a cock like that would feel deep inside of you, woman?” My wife whispered a hollow “Yes”. Then the black man asked my wife the most important question: “And do you want to feel this cock deep inside of you right now, woman?” Before my wife could think, Natascha said “yes” again, still mesmerized. Shocked from the truth in her words she woke from her half trance and immediately looked apologetic at me. I just shrugged, nodded and said: “You still have the “carte blanche” voucher. You could make me redeem that voucher now.” “But what about you…” Natascha stammered. “Your husband will watch” rumbled the dark voice of the big black stranger.

That said, he took my wife by the hand and lead her to one of the rooms where she willingly followed him through the door which he locked firmly after them. I followed to sit in one of the affiliated voyeur booths where one can watch the action in the room through a one way mirror. In the room the man already had undressed himself and was putting his hands on the shoulder and the head of my wife pushing her down until she kneeled before him. My wife started to suck his cock while she further caressed cock and balls with her hands. His cock swelled even more. He held the head of my wife firmly in his hands and started to move his hips. Only a little bit at first but deeper into Nataschas throat after my wife overcame her initial gag-reflex. Her hands left his cock and clawed at his butt as if to pull his hips closer to her and his cock deeper in her throat. My wife never performs blow jobs on me and I was startled what she was able to do. I wondered if she had practiced with her big black dildos for a day like this. After a short while the man told my wife to get up. He undressed her and removed her mask. “I want your husband to see your face when you cum on my cock” the black stranger decided. My wife didn’t protest when he led her to the bed and instructed her to lie with her face in my direction on her belly so he could take her from behind.

 He propped up her butt and started to rub his majestic cock against Nataschas pussy while his hands firmly grabbed her buttocks. My wife began to moan, the pleasure was clearly visible in her face. She moved her upper body a little bit to the side so she could knead one of her boobs and pinch its nipple. “Before I fuck you, woman, tell me your name” the stranger demanded. “Tascha” answered my wife between moans. Slowly the muscular bull started to push his cock into my wife’s dripping pussy. Natascha started to whine a little bit because of its unusual size but that gave way to moans of lust as the stranger pushed his cock deeper into my wife’s pussy. As the black bull started to slide in his cock deeper and deeper and his pace quickened more and more I could already see the orgasm building up in my wife. I was amazed how fast he got my wife to the edge of climaxing only with his cock. I could never make her cum with my dick because it’s only average in size and I’m cumming way to fast. So my wife never had a proper orgasm in her life. I felt a little bit guilty, that she had to wait all those years for this moment but before she could cum the bull pulled his cock from her pussy.

“No, no, no” my wife stuttered “keep going, please”, she desired. He bellowed: “Than tell me what you need right now, Tascha”. “Fuck me!” she whimpered. “Louder, Tascha!” he ordered. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, please!” my wife screamed as he slid his big black cock back into her pussy again. She clawed at the rubber sheets of the bed. She looked in my direction but could only see her own reflection in the one way mirror. What she saw was a face distorted by unbridled lust, her big white butt contrasting the muscular black man who was glistening with sweat while pounding her pussy hard from behind.

After a few minutes the stranger had my wife back on the brink of an orgasm again. He slowed down a little bit to bend over and whisper to her: “Who is owning your pussy, married bitch?” When Natascha didn’t answered at once he slowed down even more.

Afraid the black bull could remove his cock again she hastened to answer his question. “You are, you are owning my married pussy, Master” my wife gasped. The bull resumed his pace again with my wife now sweating heavily. “Good bitch” her new master praised my wife. “Your pussy belongs to me know. You belong to me now. No one else will fuck you and no one else will touch you but me”. “Yes, Master” my wife replied panting. “You will give me your number, bitch and I will call you whenever I have need of you”. “Yes, Master”, my wife replied again. I couldn’t believe my ears. This was taking a turn into an unexpected direction. But all I could do was watch.

Nataschas new Master slowed down again, only an instant before my wife’s first orgasm on a cock. He got her almost crying then. “Please, Master”, my wife whimpered. He started to pick up his pace again. “Beg me to do it” he demanded. My wife was sweating and moaning, her climax building up even further. “I beg you...” she croaked. “For what, bitch?” asked the deep voice of her Master as he gripped her hair and pulled her head up to fuck her even deeper and for me to clearly see the extent of lust in my wife’s face. “I beg you…to cum… deep... in... my married pussy… I beg you… to flood… my pussy… with your seed!” my wife cried out just before the stranger couldn’t hold back and pumped her unprotected womb full of his superior fertile sperm. My wife convulsed, came violently and collapsed exhausted from an orgasm like never before in her whole live.

At that moment I awoke from my dream. All wet. In a puddle of my own cum. And with the realization that I already are a cuckold. Now my wife only has to become a hotwife for real.