That simple gesture let Jim know how much she loved him, and because he loved her just as much, he knew what he had to say. “Sweetheart, I know this isn’t the way we expected things to be, but it looks like there’s no way around it. The way our sex life is right now is the way it’s going to be from now on, there’s no denying that.”
“It’s all right, Jim. I love you, and I’m quite happy with the way things are, the things you do for me. I know it’s not perfect, but life never is.”
Jim silently shook his head. “I know, but I want more for you.” He paused as he saw the look of anguish in her eyes. “Honey, I’m going to be bluntly honest; I know, and you know it too, that you need cock. We’ve made love too many times over the years for me not to be aware how much you love having a nice hard cock way up inside you. Trust me, I know what that amazing body of yours can do with one, how much cum you can coax out of any hard cock. You’ve drained me dry too many times to even remember, but you loved doing it. More than that, there’s something inside you that NEEDED to do it, needed to work a hard cock until it gave you every drop of cum that it could.” Jim paused, seeing the guilty look of acknowledgement on Cynthia’s face. As his words sank in and he saw that understanding look in her eyes, he nodded slowly. “I’m right, aren’t I? And don’t be afraid to admit it, we’re in this together. I love you, and I only want you to be happy.”
Cynthia felt herself misting up. It was more than Jim letting her know how much he loved her, it was the fact that he knew what she’d been feeling inside for quite some time now, but she hadn’t known how to broach the subject. Yes, she wanted cock, she needed cock. Jim’s talented mouth was incredible, but it could never replace those cunt-wrenching climaxes that only a big hard cock could give her. She’d tried dildos and vibrators, but they were poor substitutes for the real thing. She finally spoke, stroking his cheek tenderly as she did. “Yes, you’re right. It is different, and I do miss it, I can’t deny that. You’d know if I was lying. But you know I’d never go behind your back and cheat on you. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that. I just couldn’t.”
“I know, honey, I know you wouldn’t do that. That’s why I have a suggestion that I think will make us both happy,” Jim continued as he pushed himself up and sat on the bed beside her.
Cynthia propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him, her heavy tits spreading out and settling over the full breadth of her chest, her big nipples pointing temptingly towards him. “What exactly are you saying, Jim? I don’t understand.”
Jim gave a shrug as a curious smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “How would you like it if I made some arrangements so you could get some cock, no questions asked? No guilt, no worry, just big hard cock to fuck that gorgeous body of yours that I’ve loved all these years.”
Cynthia almost gasped as she listened to what her husband was saying. She never thought in a million years she’d hear words like that come out of his mouth. “Honey, I don’t… how… no, this town is too small. I don’t know what you have in mind, but I could never bear it if people found out we were doing something like that.”
Jim was already shaking his head before she’d even finished talking. “They won’t, not with what I have in mind.”
He had an impish twinkle in his eye that made Cynthia even more curious. “What exactly are you thinking of? I don’t see–”
Jim didn’t even let her finish. “We’ve got our 25th anniversary coming up in two months, right?”
Cynthia tilted her head inquisitively. “Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”
“How would you like to go away to an all-inclusive resort for a week for our anniversary? One where I know where you can get as much cock as you need, and nobody around here would ever know.”
Cynthia sat bolt upright, her mind racing. “What? Where… you…” She didn’t know what she was saying. She was too overwhelmed by what she’d just heard.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Jim said as he stroked her shoulder. “I’ve been looking into this for a couple of weeks now. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I decided we should talk about it first. Trust me, I only want what’s best for both of us.”
Cynthia was still mystified by the whole idea, never having dreamed something like this was possible. But at the same time, she was already feeling a tweak of excitement deep in that hot juicy spot between her legs. Something Jim had said was already playing over and over again in her brain: “You can get as much cock as you need…” The thought of that was already making her pussy cream.
“Where, where is this place you’re talking about?”
“It’s in Jamaica.”
Cynthia’s eyes opened wide, her mind going into overdrive. “Jamaica! You mean…” She couldn’t even finish what she was thinking.
With a sly smile on his face, Jim nodded. “Yes, dear, black men. As many black men as you want. Or, more like, as many black men as you NEED.” Cynthia continued to look at her husband in astonishment, wondering whether she was dreaming. Jim smiled more broadly at the confused look on her face. “Sweetheart, I know what kind of porn you’ve been looking at. You left your computer on one day after you’d been looking at Pornhub. I have to admit that I looked at your list of favorites. You know as well as I do that it’s nearly all interracial. I also saw some of the stories you’ve been reading on those erotic story sites, like ‘The Wife and the Black Gardeners’ and ‘The Bride and the Black Bartenders’, those were two of the ones I saw on your list of favorites.”
Cynthia flushed, knowing she’d been found out. But the quirky smile on Jim’s face told her that he didn’t mind at all, much to her relief.
“Like I said, sweetheart, I want us to be honest with each other about this. I’ve been looking at a lot of interracial porn too, and a lot hotwife movies and stories, where men share their wives.” He paused as Cynthia’s surprise showed on her face. “I have to admit and, again, to be totally honest, I got really turned on by the idea of seeing you with other men, especially well-hung black men.”
Cynthia felt herself flush as blood rushed to her face. Her husband had just said he’d like to see her fuck black men, well-hung black men, which is what she’d been dreaming about almost non-stop for the last couple of years. Was her dream really about to come true? No, there was no way something like that was going to happen. She shook her head as she looked over at her husband. “Those men won’t be interested in a 48-year-old woman like me.”
Jim shook his head adamantly. “Who are you kidding, Cyn? Do you know how incredible you look? You could easily pass for at least ten to fifteen years younger, maybe more. And that body, and those spectacular breasts of yours? Trust me, sweetheart, there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t be interested in fucking you.”
Cynthia felt a wave of pride wash over her. She was 5′-7″ tall and had always had a full figure, voluptuous and curvy, which most women her age had let get out of control, letting those plump touchable curves turn to fat. But not Cynthia. She’d been going to the gym regularly for years now, and it had kept her body looking years younger. She knew when she looked in the mirror that Jim was right about that. Maybe it was just genetics, but whatever it was, she knew she looked far younger than most 48-year-old women. She’d gained a bit of weight up top lately, having to go from an E cup to her current bra size, 38F, but she knew most men wouldn’t have a problem with that. Since she’d started to develop as a young girl, she’d always surpassed all of her classmates when it came to the size of their breasts. She quickly left all the rest behind, her tits quickly becoming more and more massive as those teenage years went by. It wasn’t hard to notice how interested all the boys were in her development, their eyes blatantly roaming over her tremendous set of tits, with many of them doing double-takes as she walked by, their eyes sproinging out of their heads like a cartoon.
As a budding teenager, Cynthia noticed that her lush young body was getting just as much attention from older men as well, including her teachers and friends of her parents. Compared to the boys her own age, most of these older men were just a little more circumspect when it came to their open-mouthed ogling of her, but she still noticed how much attention her huge tits got from everyone who came within a stone’s throw of her. She had to admit she loved the attention, dressing in tight sweaters or low-cut tops which accentuated her spectacular breasts, giving teasing glimpses of velvety-soft tit-flesh that she knew had the boys’, and men’s, cocks standing at attention. Yes, her breasts were definitely her best feature, and they were still as big, round, and heavy as they had been all those years ago. And lately, even bigger still. But they hadn’t become saggy, like many women she saw at the gym. They were massive by comparison to every other woman she knew, but they still rode high and full on her chest, with just the perfect amount of natural settling when she released them from her bra, the full mounds spreading slightly down and out to each side beautifully.
Speaking of bras, ever since she was a young girl, she’d always had to wear heavily-wired support bras. There was no way she could pick anything dainty off the shelf, like her girlfriends did, and get the support she needed. She was happy that later in life, and nowadays, she was able to get pretty bras that she cherished, intricately delicate and feminine, but still with the heavily-wired structure and support she needed. Those modern-day bras were gorgeous, and provided the lift and support that made her huge tits even more mouth-watering. She could fill out a sweater like nobody else, and all of her tops were chosen to fit snugly.