Training My Wife by yellowjacket66

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(My thanks to Kenji Sato for his efforts in editing this story.)

Training My Wife

(Lila had big Black cocks on her mind. Mark thought this was a recipe for disaster.)

Mark LeBlanc

At age thirty-four, I thought, I had it all: The love of a beautiful woman, four wonderful children, a vice-presidency in a large, international corporation and a three million dollar home off Clarendon Drive in the suburbs of St. Louis.

The woman, whose love I thought I had, was Lila St. Clair LeBlanc. For me at least, she was sex on a stick. I never could get enough of her five-foot-nine body. Her butt-length natural blonde hair was merely the icing on the layer of cake of bedroom-blue eyes, turned-up nose, luscious lips and an incredible 36D-23-36 long-legged frame. Our first few years together were morning, noon on the weekends, and night, literally. Then, in our early thirties and having two careers and four children, we had backed off to every night, weekend mornings, and an occasional 'nooner' on weekends.

We both worked in Clarendon, Missouri. I was Vice-President of Finance for an international corporation, while she was an accountant for a smaller, national firm. Her career had been hampered by nine years as a stay-at-home mom. Buying our home for just shy of three million dollars, with a greater than two-million-dollar mortgage, had been a financial strain, until I was promoted to Vice-President with accompanying salary increment and additional benefits. At that point in time, her compensation could go mostly to her personal effects, the salary of Marlena, our maid-nanny, and making provisions for our children's post-secondary education.

Lila was an accounting supervisor, reporting to the Controller, and basically supervising a staff of accountants who monitored the various ledgers and journals, as well as being responsible for the General Ledger and General Journal. A second accounting supervisor was responsible for financial and managerial report preparation.

Our wonderful children were all in elementary school. They were Aaron, eleven, Christina and Melody, nine, and Alexander, seven. They were all good kids, making good grades, socially active, and they all made their beds every morning. At least I thought they did. Marlena may have made up for any deficits in that area.

Although everyone universally thought I was hitting above my weight when I married Lila, We weren't a nickel-and-dime couple. She was probably an eleven on anyone's ten point scale. At six-foot and a fraction and 180 pounds, I thought I rated more like a seven or eight on most women's scale. I worked out, had a four-pack and also a pleasant face and personality. I got along with just about everybody. I lead through an open personality, complimentary when deserved, and correcting when needed. Although naturally shy, I put my shyness aside when I was called upon to lead or to sell.

Professionally, I got along well with the VPs of Administration, Production, and Sales, even though their knowledge of corporate management seemed to be specific to their own silos. I felt like I had a better understanding of the business, in general, and was sort of a 'third' in the company behind the President and CEO, and the Executive VP and COO.

Our problems began when she became active in the Young Businesswoman's Club. She became friends with some other members, and they started having girls' nights out. They actively texted and had their GNOs every two or three weeks. There was a core group of five or six women, who decided when they were having a GNO and another five or six that followed along if it was convenient.

Initially, the GNOs were held in the western suburbs, mostly in Clayton or surrounding suburbs. Over time, the GNOs migrated eastward toward downtown St. Louis. At the same time, Lila seemed to become less forthcoming about the specific clubs and activities that they engaged in.

One Saturday morning, as we lay in bed following our usual sexual activity, as usual more intense on the evening and morning after a GNO excursion, she asked, "Do Black guys really have big cocks?"

That was a shocker. Talk about getting hit from out of the blue! I told her, "I'm not an expert on African-American cocks. I have seen a few in locker rooms. What I have seen indicates that my seven inches is above average for White guys and Black guys. It seems to me that the dark-skinned guys have greater variation than Anglo guys. More weewees and more monster cocks than with White guys. This is anecdotal not scientific." I added, "I believe there are scientific studies, if you look for them on the web."

That seemed to satisfy her for a couple of weeks. Then, again on a Saturday morning after a GNO, she informed me, "MacKenzie is a Black girl who comes to our girls' night outs sometimes. I asked her about Black cocks. She agreed with everything you told me, including seven inches is above average, and Black guys seem to have more weewees and more monster cocks than White guys. She suggested the Black guys with large cocks seem to be more outgoing and aggressive than those with weewees."

Then came the blockbuster. Lila really shocked me with, "She also offered to hook me up with some Black guys if I was interested."

Jesus Christ! What was going on with this woman? "Were you interested?" I gasped out.

She admitted, "I was interested, but I told her I would talk to you and get back to her."

She said it matter-of-factly as though we were discussing the price of bread.

I exclaimed, "My God, Lila! Do you really want to fuck a monster Black cock?"

She replied, "Honey, don't be upset. It's just something I've never done. I have to tell you that I am a little curious about what it'd be like."

I responded, "Lila, we have a great life together. We have four fantastic children. You have a great relationship with a man who loves you very much. Don't you think that you might be putting all this at risk."

She continued, "Mark, it doesn't have to be that way. It wouldn't be love or even affection. It would just be a little sex on the side. We don't have to do this, but I am really curious about what it would be like to have a big Black cock, filling me up, and probably stretching me like never before. I'm sorry, Mark, it just makes me hot thinking about it." She grabbed my cock. "Doesn't it make you hot, too. Think about how much fun the reclaiming sex would be!"

My cock wasn't exactly hard, but it definitely was no longer flaccid. I told her, "Lila, it might be exciting, but it's also frightening. So many things could go wrong. What if you like Black cocks better than mine? What if you have a Black guy and he wants to whore you out?"

She calmly explained, "Life always has risks. Nobody survives in the end. There would be some risks. That's part of why it's so exciting and arousing to think about it. Mark, I want this, but if you're unalterably opposed, I won't go against you."

I told her, "That's a risk, too! If you want it and I don't and I tell you, 'No way, Jose,' how are you going to take it? Are you going to walk away and say, 'so much for that idea,' or are you going to go away, thinking, 'What a selfish bastard?' I can imagine your thinking, 'I want this simple little thing and he forbids it!''"

She claimed, "I won't hate you if you say 'No!' but I hope you will see that this is a small thing in the context of our total relationship. I have to confess that my panties get wet every time I think about it. I think part of the attraction is doing something that's taboo and forbidden. Once I do it, the forbidden, taboo part of it won't be such a big deal."

I said, "I think this is a very bad idea, but it is very hard for me to forbid it when you so clearly want it very badly. All I can ask is that you consider the risks to our relationship and happy life together, and ask yourself, 'Is the benefit worth the risk?'"

She said, "How about this? I will have my date come here. You can watch or at least be in earshot. You can be as much a part of it as you want. Does that make it a little more tolerable on your part?"

I replied, "Although I think it reduces some risks, our relationship and marriage is still at risk. I still think this is a very bad idea, although as I said before, I'm not forbidding it."

That meant that all I had to do was wait for the other shoe to drop. I just knew this was going to have a bad outcome.

Thursday night Lila received a call. I listened with interest to her side of the ensuing conversation, "Yes!"... "I guess that's okay!... Listen, my husband doesn't like the idea. I'm trying to make it as copacetic for him as possible. I told him you would come over here and we would use the master bedroom. I also told him, he could participate as much as he wants.... Okay."

She turned to me, "Honey, Maxey wants to speak to you."

Maxey greeted me with, "Hey, man. Trish told me about your wife and I'd like to meet up with her. I have no interest in breaking up your marriage. I was just intrigued by Trish's description of your wife. You don't have anything to worry about, where I'm concerned. It's a little unusual to be coming to your house, but I'm cool with that."

I replied, "That sounds good, Maxey. I'm sorry but I can't help but be worried. Lila seems to want this very badly so I'm letting her do it even though I'm not happy about it."

He said, "Okay, man! I have one question. Is it okay if I bring my wingman, Spencer, along? I would just feel more comfortable with one of my bros along for the ride. It is a pretty long ride for me. I live on the Illinois side of town."

Oh, great. A denizen of East St. Louis. It just keeps getting better and better. I responded, "Okay, Maxey, in for a dime, in for a dollar, so long as Lila's on board!"

He told me, "Okay, man. See you Saturday!"

I asked Lila, "Are you good with Maxey bringing a friend along."

She replied, "Yes, I think Maxey was a little concerned about being so far from his home territory. This area is sort of a sea of White faces!"

She added, "I told Maxey, I would fix dinner for him and Spencer. I thought it would give all four of us a chance to get to know each other."

I warned her, "Sweetheart, I don't think we're ever going to sit around the fireplace and sing Kumbaya."

She frowned a little but left it at that.

I, also, let it go at that. I could hardly wait for Saturday, not that I was looking forward to it, but at least a lot of uncertainty would be resolved.

Saturday morning we took the children to my parents' home in Colombia. It was about a two-hour drive. We stayed for lunch. Both grandparents and children enjoyed spending time together. We promised to pick the children up Sunday afternoon but couldn't give the grandparents a definite time.

On the way back, Lila told me how much she appreciated the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity, and also, how horny she was. She wanted me to perform my husbandly duty and then give her time to prepare herself for her date.

When we got home, she led me to the master and soon our clothes were on the floor and we were passionately making out in the bed. Our passion was elevated to the point that we skipped foreplay and I penetrated her. She was hotter and wetter than she had ever been in my memory. It wasn't making love, it was pure fucking, as I pounded her pubis with all the speed and power I could bring to bear. She responded in kind, clutching me with her legs, her arms, and her lips. After three of her body-shaking orgasms, I rolled over and began pounding her buttocks while repeatedly impaling her with my rock-hard cock. She was as verbal as ever, telling me repeatedly to 'fuck that pussy', and 'Oh God, I'm cumming!'

On her third doggy-style convulsive climax, I ejaculated multiple streams of baby juice against her vaginal walls. Afterward, we showered; however, when I later started to get a little frisky, she cautioned me that she had to prepare herself and dinner before the guys got here at seven. I comforted myself with the hope that they would fuck her and leave early. I figured coming this far, both Maxey and Lila accepted that Spencer would fuck her, in addition to Maxey. Lila then asked me, "Mark, everybody pretty well knows where this date is going. Should I dress up, or should I just wear a negligee?"

That was a hard question. It required full acceptance of what would soon be happening. I decided that a dress would be more romantic. For that reason, I decided to go with the negligee, even though that would be even more sexy. I replied, "You're right, sweetheart, go with the negligee!"

A few minutes after seven, we heard the unmistakable roar of a 'hog.' I went to the door and greeted Maxey and Spencer. Maxey and Spencer were both quite dark. Maxey was a couple of inches taller than me and Spencer was another couple of inches taller than him. Both were well-built, similar to me.

I asked them, "Would you like a drink? Alcohol, beer, wine, juice, water, what would you like!"

Maxey replied, "We're both beer drinkers."

I inquired, "Bock, lager, or light?"

Spencer wanted lager; Maxey wanted bock, as did I. I retrieved them from the kitchen fridge. Lila followed me into the living room, and said, "Glad you guys could make it. Give me a few minutes and dinner will be ready."

As expected she was wearing a negligee, although it was partially obscured by her apron. It wasn't until she turned to return to the kitchen that all three of us realized she had omitted wearing the matching negligee bottom.

I felt even more uncomfortable. Maxey exclaimed, "Ohmigod!"

Spencer added, "You can say that twice!"

I commented, "Oh, la la!"

Maxey said, "If I had known how hot your wife is, I would have been here a lot sooner!"

Spencer added, "Absolutely incredible!"

I told them, "I guess you can understand if I seemed a little reluctant!"

Maxey replied, "Indeed!"

Spencer added, "Perfectly understandable!"

It was at this time that my wife sweetly called, "Dinner's ready, guys!"

I didn't particularly like the seating arrangement. We sat at the dining table with extensions removed so that it was only slightly long for a party of four. I sat at the head and Lila at the foot. Our guests were seated to Lila's left and right, significantly closer to her than to me. I understood most of the dinner conversation, but it was mostly the guys flirting with and complimenting Lila.

Spencer was a little at a handicap because he was at Lila's left and had to choose between under the table caressing of Lila's thighs and eating. Maxey, having no such issues, spent most of the dinner with his left hand roaming around her upper thigh and beyond. Conversely, Lila was able to do more fondling of Spencer, although she ate lightly and didn't neglect Maxey.

The three at the lower end of the table decided to skip dessert and adjourned to the master bedroom. After eating my dessert of strawberry something or other, I retired to my office to check on some investments, and later, the latest porn stories and videos. I continued consuming bock beer and tried to ignore the cries of delight and passion emanating from the master.

Lila

I knew I was testing Mark when I started bringing up the topic of well-endowed African-American gentlemen. Mark was a wonderful husband and father to our children. He was a great provider. I could never question my decision to marry him.

Unfortunately, I became enamored of the concept of being filled and perhaps stretched with an unusually large male sexual endowment. Nothing much happened as I continued to discuss the idea with the girls at our GNO. Then one week, Trish, a Black girl attended. She verified what Mark had told me about Black guys' endowments and also suggested that she could help me with some Black stud contacts. I told her I would hold off until I after I discussed the matter with Mark.

Mark was considerably less enthusiastic about the idea than I was, but finally, after many words, he gave me a green light, or was it a yellow light? I pretty much ran with it after that. I even agreed to Maxey bringing along a friend. Thus, I found myself seated in a very revealing negligee in between my two Black studs and across the table from the love of my life. I was dripping with anticipation for what my two Black studs would shortly be doing to me.

Even the dinner was sexy with lots of inappropriate touching and many, many sexual innuendos. Both guys were very complimentary about my almost transparent negligee and what was contained inside it. They also shared things about me.

After feeling my left tit through the gossamer negligee, Spencer told Maxey, "Dude, these colossal tits are the real deal!"

Of course, after that, Maxey had to feel my right tit. He joked, "Spencer, my man, her right boob is real, too!"

Needless to say, I could hardly wait for my two studs to finish eating so the next phase of the evening could begin. The three of us skipped dessert. I led the two studs down the hall to the master suite. You can probably guess how long it took for them to strip me completely and position me in the middle of the bed.

Maxey took me first, with his full and fully engorged eight inches of big Black dick. I had never felt so full, as he slowly stretched my cunt, sending delightful sensations throughout my body. I swear that I felt it in my toes and in my tongue. When he began thrusting his massive member into my poor little kitty, I thought I had died and gone to pussy heaven. I think it was only about three strokes until my entire body was spasming with the fantastic feelings of a huge orgasm.

He kept on plowing my sensitive love sleeve, and it was only a few more minutes until I was having my second convulsive climax. I tried to not be too loud, for the sake of Mark's feelings, but my efforts were futile with the sensations of massive orgasm following massive orgasm.

After the third time I came in the missionary position, he rolled me over and slapped my ass, saying, "On your hands and knees, bitch! Keep those knees spread wide."

I couldn't believe it. If anything, his cock felt even better as he hammered my butt in the doggy-style position. I'm sure my verbal commentary was even louder. Sorry, Mark, it just felt too good for me to control it.

After my third convulsive climax, he ordered me, "Flatten it out, whore!"

In the flatiron position, I could muffle my cries of ecstasy in a pillow. I couldn't believe my seventh orgasm was the best yet, as Maxey shot massive ropes of cum against my vaginal walls. He rolled me over once more and kissed me deeply. It felt so good, combined with squeezing my nipples, that I almost came again. He moved off the bed, giving Spencer his turn.

Spencer was even larger down there than Maxey. I think he was almost an inch longer, with a larger girth. Spencer was actually a little painful when he fully impaled me, although the discomfort quickly became pleasureful, as my body adjusted to his greater size. Ohmigod, he felt even better than Maxey. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and stuck my tongue into his mouth as far as it would go. As I experienced my first orgasm with Spencer, I withdrew my tongue and screamed my pleasure. Sorry, Mark.

It was like Maxey was only a warm-up for the extreme pleasure of Spencer's colossal equipment. He continued ramming me through my second and third orgasms. I thought Maxey was the best at fucking I had ever experienced. Only a few minutes later, there was a new sheriff in town. I never dreamed I could be fucked the way Spencer was doing me, even after Maxey had given what, I thought at the time, was the fucking of my life.

Training My Wife

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