I came home from work earlier than usual to surprise my wife who was working from home. Opening the front door, I hoped she was in the mood for sex, as it had been a while for us.

Stepping inside, I heard some faint moaning sounds from our bedroom. The door was ajar and through the narrow opening I saw the source of the sounds. On the wall mounted television an attractive curvaceous woman was being ravished by three black men. She was moaning predictably for the benefit of the camera.

On our bed my wife's legs were spread wide as she worked away with her dildo. Her hips were moving in unison with her hand, her back supported by a stack of pillows. She was watching the screen intently.

I wasn't sure what to do. I badly wanted to take the place of the dildo, but it felt like an invasion of privacy. Moreover I found it a huge turn-on to see her like this. I had never witnessed Amy pleasuring herself.

I decided to leave her be and entered the kitchen to start dinner; anything to distract my reeling mind.

As I was serving up, she walked into the dining area adjacent to the kitchen, clearly startled.

"Oh! Honey, I didn't know you were home!"

"I had an early mark and thought I'd sort out dinner. Baked salmon, your favourite."

"Oh, thanks, hun. I was just having a nap."

We enjoyed dinner and watched a movie, then turned in for bed. My mind had been struggling with a question and I finally worked up the courage to ask her.

"Hey, babe."

"Yes, hun."

"You're satisfied sexually, right? I mean, we haven't been having as much sex as before and I'm wondering if it's because you're not enjoying it as much."

"Of course I am, honey, we've just both been so busy with work and I've been preoccupied with my family's issues; you know, the thing between my mum and sister."

"Yeah I know. Just... if there's anything you'd like to do differently... or you feel there's something missing, you'd tell me, right?"

"Sure, hun. Why these questions?"

"Well. I..., no, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask."

"I'm sure there's more you're not telling me." She was looking into my eyes now, reading me like a book.

"Ok. Sorry. Please don't take this the wrong way. I wasn't spying on you or anything, but when I came home I couldn't help but notice that you were masturbating. That's when I started making dinner."

"Oh!" She was blushing now. "Oh, honey, are you worried about the porn I was watching?" she asked, regaining her composure.

"Well, kinda. I mean I know it's just porn, but those guys are so big and skillful. I couldn't help but wonder if that's what you'd prefer."

She slid her hand under the duvet, resting it on my manhood.

"This is what I want, baby, just you. The rest is just fantasy. Don't you watch porn sometimes?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm sorry. Like I said, I wasn't trying to spy and I don't think it's bad or anything. I just... I dunno... was wondering if you would prefer a man with a... You know, a bigger penis."

She looked at me, then down pensively.

"It's not that I actually want that, honey. I just... fantasize sometimes. Women do, too, you know. It doesn't mean that if a guy with a big cock wanted to fuck me, I would just go for it. You're my husband and I love you. And your cock."

With her last words she gave my penis a squeeze. It was responding slightly, but my anxiety was preventing me from fully enjoying her hand on me.

"I'm sure lots of guys with big cocks want to fuck you, honey. You're very attractive." My response was instinctive and took me by surprise.

"You think so, even with these curves?" She slid her nighty down, revealing a large breast, her nipple erect.

"Guys love those curves. Especially black guys with big cocks," I sulked.

"Tell me how you think the black guys with big cocks should fuck me then." Her sultry eyes were fixed on mine. Her hand squeezed my cock again as it gradually swelled.

"Just keep touching me," I replied, avoiding the question. I closed my eyes, ready to give in to lust and push the anxiety aside.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, while the black guy fucks me from behind, his big cock stretching out my pussy?" she purred, her breath on my cheek, as her hand worked up and down over my full erection.

"Just suck my cock," I gasped giving in to the pleasure.

To my surprise, she obliged. She slid down my boxers and brought her head down, her lips tantalisingly close to my rock hard cock. She slid her tongue down the side of my shaft, sending tingles through my body.

Her lips enveloped the exposed head, her tongue teasing over the tip, leaving me writhing.

She slid her mouth slowly down, taking my shaft as far as she could. Then she reversed direction equally slowly until her lips barely touched my swollen crown. She carried on this rhythm, increasing the pace gradually.

"God, babe, this is amazing. Did you learn that from porn?" I teased.

"Shut up and enjoy," she responded. "Do you want to come on my face or tits?"

I had never come on her, except once on her tits when we were young. This was a novelty, and I wasn't sure how to respond.

Her cadence around my cock increased and I felt myself getting close to orgasm.

"Babe, I'm gonna cum," I warned. She started using her hand to squeeze the base of my shaft and made shorter, more rapid repetitions with her mouth over the crown.

"Aahhh, coming!" I exclaimed in ecstasy, a final warning before a series of jets shot out of my pulsating cock.

She did not alter her motion and my cum disappeared down her throat. When my contractions finally stopped, she slid her mouth off me, licking her lips with a sexy wink.

"You've never done that before!" I laughed as I slumped back against the pillow in post-coital bliss.

"Maybe I should have." She stroked my stomach, eliciting little spasms as my body recovered from its sensitised state.

"Can I return the favour?" I asked.

"Not tonight honey; next time." She winked at me again. Then she turned onto her back.

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I thought that our sex life had entered a new exciting chapter, but was disappointed over the coming weeks, as we returned to old habits. Our intimacy continued to be infrequent and vanilla.

We both traveled for work regularly and when we did spend evenings together at least one of us was usually very tired.

One evening when Amy was on an inter-state conference visit, I was half asleep when my phone rang and woke me with a start. I answered straight away when I saw a video call from my wife, alarmed that something may be wrong.

She seemed in perfect health, dressed in lacy underwear.

"Hey, sexy husband," she pouted. "Want some of this?"

She lifted the phone above her head, tilting it down to show her cleavage.

"Hello." I was trying to shake off the grogginess. "What have you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing much... Flirting. Getting drunk."

"Huh, really? Flirting, eh? Should I be worried?"

"I don't know, should you?" she teased, bringing the phone closer towards her, until her tits took up all my screen space.

"Haha. Wow you're hot! Where were you drinking? A work thing?"

"Yeah, you know, the conference dinner. Those things are sooo boring when you're sober. Luckily there was good wine for a change."

"Hmm. Meet anyone interesting?"

"Oh not really. Just some PhD students who said I was hot for a professor. The cheek!"

"Haha, well, they're not wrong."

"Hey, I'm hot, period!"

"Haha, yes, of course you are, honey. That goes without saying! Were they hot themselves?"

"The students? Nah, not so much," she giggled. "Otherwise I'd be fucking them right now, wouldn't I...? Joking ... joking! I'm only joking, babe, of course you know that."

She turned the camera and stroked a finger across her underwear, tracing a line between her pussy lips.

"Seems like something got you going," I quipped.

Her hand slid underneath the fabric and she rubbed herself more vigorously.

"Can you tell?" she teased. "I'm so horny, I'd fuck you stupid right now!"

This turned me on, but I was frustrated that this racy mood only emerged now while she was in another city.

Nonetheless, seeing her slide her lingerie to the side and enter herself aroused me immensely. Her rhythmic moans grew louder until the image suddenly wobbled and went dark.

"Hey Amy, are you still there?" I asked.

"Hey baby, sorry I can't hold the phone and do this. My pussy is so wet for you, honey. Listen to this."

I could tell the phone was being moved, but the screen went black again. It must have been lying face down on the bed. Now I could hear the muffled squelching sounds of her fingers working in and out of her pussy. I imagined what she would taste like and started stroking my cock. I was almost instantly erect.

I kept pace with her audible rhythm as it gradually increased in urgency. When i recognised the short sharp thrusts she made in the final rise to orgasm, I shot streams of cum in an arc onto my chest.

The camera rose above my wife's head.

"Hmm... I came so hard, baby. Did you?" she purred.

"I did indeed. We should continue this when you get home."

"We sure will. I better get cleaned up. Good night, hun."

And with that our phone-sex abruptly concluded.

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I hoped that this session would be the start of an improved sex life, but was soon disappointed.

In the following weeks we were seldom intimate and our lovemaking was vanilla and lacklustre.

This finally changed three months later. Amy had been invited to a conference dinner at our local university, and could bring a guest. Despite my protestations about feeling like an outsider, she was adamant that I should tag along. She had a string of conference activities during the day, and I joined her for the black tie affair after leaving work early to pick up my rented tuxedo.

I arrived half an hour late and found my allocated seat after navigating my way through the unfamiliar university grounds to the function centre.

Engrossed in conversation with a man seated next to her, Amy did not notice my arrival at first. I poured myself a wine - an expensive looking Chianti - not my favourite variety, but it would do to take the edge off the looming evening. When my presence was pointed out by her companion, Amy turned and embraced me warmly. She kissed me full on the lips and slid her tongue into my mouth. I stole a nervous glance over her shoulder to ascertain the response from our table before pulling away.

"Nice to see you too," I blurted.

"Hey babe, thanks so much for coming! I know this isn't really your thing, but I'm sure you'll love it. The wine is sooo good and the company even better. This is Dr Al-din." She gestured towards the man on her right. "He is a foremost molecular biologist and very interested in the work I've been doing."

I shook Dr Al-din's hand. His grip nearly crushed my palm, his booming voice exclaiming, "Please call me Elaf! A friend of Amy is a friend of mine. Your wife really is a brilliant scientist."

"Thank you. Good to meet you, Elaf," I managed before rubbing my palm under the cover of the table.

The evening was more pleasant than anticipated, the wine admittedly contributing to my enjoyment. I was introduced to many people - from PhD students to tenure professors - with whom I had interesting conversations. Many shared flattering comments about Amy's academic prowess.

Occasionally when I crossed paths with my wife, she gave me a sexy smile or a peck on the cheek.

By midnight the crowd was thinning and my energy waning. I rejoined Amy who was deep in conversation with Elaf and two young guys, whom I presumed were students.

She locked fingers with me. "Hi, my love, the plan is to head to the Excelsior for drinks."

"Goodness ... more drinking," I mock exclaimed, although behind the humour, that was exactly what I was thinking.

"Well, you can have water if you like, you softie," she chirped, nudging my side.

"Seriously, I'm fading," I yawned. "Maybe I'll get an Uber and see you at home later."

"C'mon babe, we won't stay too long, I promise. Don't be boring!" she exclaimed.

"Hah, your wife can drink you under the table, my friend!" Elaf's voice boomed as he slapped me on the back. "Come join us for a night cap, please, I beg of you!"

I relented. We said some more goodbyes before the five of us walked two blocks to the nearby Excelsior pub, a popular university hangout.

The two PhD students accompanying us were Tom and Andy, both biologists. They could equally well have pursued modelling careers, I thought grudgingly.

To the others' dismay, and my relief, the Excelsior showed no signs of life. Upon closer inspection, we spotted a notice on the front door announcing a temporary closure due to renovations.

Exclamations of disappointment ensued, until Elaf proclaimed: "My hotel is across the road. Let us raid the minibar!"

This suggestion was met with great appreciation from my companions, and I knew I had no hope of convincing anyone otherwise, let alone Amy.

The hotel really was close and five minutes later we were lounging in Elaf's suite. It seemed fancier than I imagined an academic conference budget allowed for and I appreciated being able to stretch out on a luxury sofa next to Amy.

The mood was jovial, the conversation freely flowing. While enjoying a gin and tonic - my favourite drink - I felt re-energized. I was lying on the couch my legs stretched in front of me, my back rested against some soft pillows. Amy had sidled between my legs with her back to me and was resting her head on my chest.

Elaf was teasing Tom and Andy on their recent breakups, when Amy asked, "So where is Mrs Al-din? Did she not want to join you on the trip?"

"Oh Mr Al-din is no longer married." Elaf's response came with a hint of melancholy.

"Oh no! I'm sorry to hear that." Her flat response did not betray any sympathy.

"Ah well, life goes on, as they say," Elaf boomed. "Let's just say monogamy wasn't for me, hahaha!" His laughter filled the room.

Amy sat up and shuffled her bum closer to me, bending her knees. The slit in her dress was exposing her leg up to the thigh and I was worried about the view Elaf might be getting, although I couldn't tell from my angle.

"So tell us about your girlfriend then," Amy enquired.

"Haha, not much to tell, I'm afraid. I am enjoying a second life as a bachelor, and a gentleman does not kiss and tell." He winked.

A sideways glance at Tom and Andy told me that they had noticed Amy's leg and were trying their best not to stare, but both were clearly distracted.

Amy's butt had moved closer again, and was now unmistakably pressed against my cock.

"You don't have to name names, just tell us what you get up to, you naughty Doctor," Amy giggled.

Her seductive tone of voice, even though not directed at me, turned me on. My cock was growing and I realised that she must feel it. Confirmation came in the form of a deliberate backwards push, squashing my erection up against her ass and back.

"Haha, I'm sure I don't have anything to teach you lovebirds, or these young studs over here, for that matter!" he laughed, gesturing to the students.

I thought Tom blushed and Andy was looking decidedly nervous.

"Don't be modest, Elaf, the ladies must swoon! What do they call it, a BBC?" Amy enunciated the last abbreviation in a slow whisper, as she pressed her ass more firmly onto my cock.

Tom spat out some of his drink in surprise and Andy started giggling.

"Hahaha!" Elaf boomed, his voice reverberating off the walls. "I don't get complaints," his laughter continued.

"And you two studs, you must get a lot of pussy looking like that." Amy's gaze lingered on Tom and then Andy, her lips puckered. Now they both blushed. Andy was the first to regain his composure.

"Not always the pussy I want though," he retorted.

"What about you, Tom. Do you get the pussy you want?" she continued.

"Amy, for heaven's sake!" I whispered next to her ear. "You're getting out of hand."

She turned her head, and rolled her eyes at me. "Stop being boring!" she whispered back. Her hand reached behind her back. Hidden from the others' view, she gripped my erection through my pants, squeezed and pushed down.

Tom and Andy seemingly took turns to giggle, while Elaf had a bemused look, as if he quite enjoyed their embarrassment.

Meanwhile Amy's head was still turned towards me and her soft seductive voice demanded, "Tell me how he fucks me from behind while I suck your cock."

"What? Shhh!" I warned a little too loudly and caught Elaf's attention.

"What are you lovebirds discussing without us, huh? Your plans for the night? Hahaha! All this talk of pussy, you must be hard for your wife!"

"You're a lucky man," Andy chimed in.

"Hells yeah, your wife is smart, sexy, easy to talk to. She's a real catch." This time it was Tom dishing out compliments.

"Yes, thanks guys," I interjected. "I really think it's time we head off, otherwise I won't get anything done tomorrow!"

"Ohhh, he wants to get out of here to make love to his wife!" Elaf declared, as though he had made a scientific discovery.

"Hahaha, no no, let's stay!" Amy responded, drawing out the "ay". "But you're not wrong, Elaf, he is hard!"

This time it was me choking on my drink. "I'm not hard!"

"Oh? And what do you call this in my hand?"

Now her arm was moving up and down behind her back as she stroked my cock through the fabric. Having drawn attention to it, there was no chance the other three couldn't tell what she was doing.

"Hahaha, what a lovely couple! You don't have to go home. Please use my bed! Mi cama es tu cama." His booming laughter at his own joke was a momentary distraction from the embarrassment I felt. However mortified I appeared, my erection did not fade.

In an athletic move that caught me by surprise, Amy lifted herself, spun around, undid my fly and placed her mouth over my cock just as it escaped my pants.

I gasped. Andy and Tom's jaws dropped. Elaf was grinning as he looked on intently.

Amy's head was bopping up and down, my cock throbbing despite myself. For some time there was silence. Then Amy released my cock and whispered at me, "Tell me about them fucking me from behind while I suck you."

"What... I don't know... What do you mean?"

"It's my fantasy... tell me the naughty things they do to me."

"Ermm..." I was lost for words. I couldn't decide whether I wanted this to stop. My inaction led us on a path of no return.

"Are they eating me... fucking me... what?"

She took my cock in her hand and started working my shaft. The others still said nothing. The two students were shifting in their seats, while Elaf's gaze was fixed. I realised he was staring at Amy's ass and not her hand performing the action. Her dress had ridden up and her underwear, assuming she was wearing any, must be on display. This made me uncomfortable, but also pleased that my sexy wife had captivated this audience.

Something shifted in my mind. The anxiety faded and was replaced by a feeling of privilege. The lust took over.

"He's staring at your ass," I whispered back. "You're so hot and he wants to take you from behind."

She let out a lustful sigh and placed her mouth around my cock again.

"What panties are you wearing?" I asked.

Her mouth released me long enough for the reply: "My black G-string."

"Oh my god that is so hot. He's definitely noticed and he is getting hard thinking about pulling it aside and sliding his huge cock into you. Are you wet?"

"Oh my god babe, so wet!"

With the excitement, our whispers had gradually increased in volume and this declaration was surely audible to the room. I toned it down, hoping that she would follow suit.

"Those students are nervous, but they're amazed at how hot you are. I bet they want to fuck your tits."

"Aah, tell me more..."

Her mouth remained close to my cock, slightly agape, as she reached around to touch herself. I glanced at Elaf to judge his response, as he had the front row seat. I was shocked to see that he already had his cock out and was stroking himself, staring at my wife's ass.

"He's stroking his cock, babe. He wants you bad. It's enormous. Is your pussy wet enough to take a huge black cock?"

*Oh fuck! I want them all. Let them take turns fucking me!"

They certainly heard this, but somehow I didn't care anymore.

The students were not as uninhibited as Elaf, but I could see their erections bulging in their pants.

"They're all rock hard for you babe." I was no longer whispering. "They'd take you one by one, and blast their cum into you."

Amy was groaning now as she worked on her pussy, balancing on her other hand. Her mouth was just touching my crown, her tongue flicking out, circling it and then retreating.

"Tell me," she begged.

"Is that what you want? Or do you want them all at once?"

"Aaahh," she groaned, her hips working against her hand. I could hear the sounds her fingers made gliding in and out of her.

"Aaahhh, tell me!"

"Elaf will enter you from behind... fuck you like a machine. The others are shy, but you will take turns sucking them, till they are rock hard. Then they will both cum on your tits while Elaf drives you harder and harder..."

"Mmm." She was fucking herself as fast as she could now. Her hips arched back and she let out a prolonged groan: "Ooaahhh!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Elaf ejaculate, his cum spraying in an impressive arc, landing just short of my wife's ass. My own orgasm was moments away, and as if sensing this, Amy placed her mouth over me one last time, driving me over the edge. A gasp of pleasure escaped my throat as my cock pulsated repeatedly, her lips holding tight around my shaft.

Amy turned around and slumped onto my chest, her breathing fast and her face warm. We lay there a while without speaking. I was confused and surprised at what had happened. But excited too, and utterly satisfied.

Surely this was the start of a reinvigorated sex life...