The Edge

I’m sitting in a chair, stroking my cock, in a cheap motel. The chair and carpet, covered in stains. One bed, old furniture and a shower I wouldn’t think about stepping in.

I’m watching my wife on that bed. She is happily servicing two black men. One in her mouth and one just pushed his black cock into her gapping asshole. Their cocks are of average size but it’s the black cocks, white woman that hits that edge. The edge we are always chasing.

When we were first married there was always an edge. Just being with each other, was enough. Oral, separately and together. Missionary, cowboy it was enough. For five years. Then it took a little more. Sexting each other during the day. Just words on a screen kept me hard most of the day. Then escalating to photos and videos. The thrill of being caught at work, literally, with out pants down. We would rush home and race to see who could get naked first. Right there on that edge.

The edge moves. We try anal and we are there. Until we aren’t. She buys a strap on, and there’s the edge. Anal is taboo. Her fucking my ass, even more so. We mix it up. We go to restaurants and she comes back from the restroom and hands me her panties. She slips off her shoe and her foot finds my growing cock. We ask for the check and don’t make it home. We find a parking lot. My wife’s bare cunt, the thrill of being seen. The edge. Again.

We watch porn together and try acting out each scene. She enjoys acting the slut. Begging to be filled. Fucked harder. Sucking my cock coated in her cum. We watch three ways and we wonder how we can make that happen. She wants two men. I want two women. We make it happen. I enjoy watching her take two cocks. She discovers she enjoys the taste of other women. This has to be the edge and it is. Until it’s not.

She wants to see me fucked by a man. She sits on the bed and directs us while stroking her wet cunt. I’m uncomfortable and the beginning of a nugget of a thought occurs. I push it aside. She wants me to suck him off and when I do she wants his cum from my mouth. She then dismisses the other man and begs to be fucked.

She then wants two black cocks while I watch. I think back to when we talked about having a family. She’s not sure now. Afraid it will stretch her vagina. Be less sensitive. Lose her edge.

So I sit on a chair in a cheap motel, watching my wife getting fucked by two black cocks. Wondering how we got here and could we go back?

Stroking my own cock. I’m right there. On the edge.