"Hi Dave," came from a deep baritone voice on my phone, which came from a number I didn't have listed. He continued, "Your sexy wife is here with me, and might I say she's dressed like a hooker."

"What, is this a joke?" Dave replied as his voice quivered.

"No, Dave, this is no joke. In fact, this may blow your mind," the deep voice continued.

Dave's phone pinged, indicating a text. Dave quickly shrunk the phone call on his iPhone and opened the text to see a picture of his Stacey smiling back at him. There she was with her black hair cascading down across her shoulders. But the red dress was the shock of the picture. Her top was a wrap around her long neck, with her hard nipples poking through the silky material that just covered her large breasts. The hem of the dress was way up her thighs. Dave thought about how she would be showing off her vagina if she raised her arms. As his eyes moved down the picture, he saw her wearing matching high-heeled red stilettos. God, she looked fucking hot! Suddenly, his mind was slapped back to the realization that she must be with this deep-voiced man.

"Doesn't she look hot, Dave?"

Dave had to take a second to consider what to say next. In his head, there was a tornado of thoughts swirling around. Was this truly happening right now? Was his wife dressed like this with another man?

"What's wrong, Dave? Your wife told me that you had a deep secret."

He suddenly remembered the conversation about sexual fantasies that the married couple had recently after smoking some good pot. Stacey had admitted a fantasy of being with a black man to see if all the hype of a big cock was true. When Dave heard this, his dirty mind reveled in her sexual thoughts before he said, "I would love for you to do that. I can see you going out dressed like a slut for him, leaving me just your thong. Just send me pictures of you in his bed, sucking and fucking his big black tool. As long as you come home filled with his cum, I can reclaim you." With these notions in mind, the two had great sex afterward.

The next day, the couple decided this was just fantasy talk. They agreed that their sex was fine and that they would stay monogamous.

"Dave, are you there? The mysterious voice asked, bringing him back to the present.

Dave's flustered voice replied, "This wasn't what we discussed. Well, it's not how… it's just."

The deep voice continued, "You have a decision to make, Dave. If you want me to take your pretty sexy wife to my bed to fuck all afternoon, all you need to do is say yes."

The tornado in Dave's head morphed into a full-blown hurricane. Dammit, he had this fantasy. But they agreed not to do it. Then he understood that his dick was hard, and his mind started to play out images of Stacey with a black man.

Ding, his phone received a text picture of a big black cock. The large purple helmet was hanging down a good six inches and was still soft!

Dave thought about the moments when we knew we should avoid an undesirable path, but we went anyway. He knew a "Yes" would lead to a massive change in his marriage. He wondered if Stacey would become one of those wild BBC whores, who lose interest in their spouse. Would she leave him for this guy's big black cock?

That dam voice interrupted, "Dave, look on the table next to the bed."

He saw her thong lying there.

Again, that voice played from the phone, "Now, Dave, if you say no, Stacey will leave immediately. You know she loves you, but she also knows you want this as much as she does."

Dave's imagination was now driven directly towards his dark fantasy. Stacey knew his deep secrets, and she was playing him. This was the game that Dave thought he wanted, but now he knew that there was still time to stop it.

Dave looked at the phone picture of Stacey, all dressed like a slut. He was stalling as he could not decide what to do. The dark, perverted side of him told him to say yes! While his conscious mind screamed, "Don't do it; you're going to regret this forever!"

Suddenly, the dreaded ding from his phone rang out as two pictures appeared. There was his wife lying on the man's bed with her dress pulled to show her big tits and her spread pussy. That was the photo that Dave had always fantasized about receiving. The second photo was of a hard, fat, black ten-inch menacing-looking wet cock.

"Last chance, Dave." The deep voice resonated from the phone. "If you don't answer, I will hang up and use your wife like the big back cock whore she wants to be."

Dave was ready to say NO, but then he heard Stacey in the background, "Dave, I want his big black cock deep inside me. I want to be his whore. Please say yes."

Dave hated himself but could no longer resist as he said, "YES."

The line went dead.