The door clicks shut, and I hear the lock turn. My heart races as I realize the three guys from the bar are now in the room with my wife. She doesn’t know they’re here, but I do. Earlier, by the pool, I shared my deepest fantasy with them—watching my wife get used by a group of men, turned into a slut, fucked in every hole, and called every dirty name imaginable. And now, it’s happening. I can hear their footsteps, the rustle of clothes, and the soft murmur of voices. My wife’s voice rises, a mix of surprise and curiosity. I’m frozen, my mind racing with anticipation and a twinge of jealousy. This is what I wanted, but now that it’s real, it’s overwhelming.
When Reality Meets Fantasy
The room is filled with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the bed. I can almost see it in my mind—my wife, in her black lingerie, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The guys, their hands already exploring her body, their whispers growing bolder. I can hear the zipper of a pants, the rustle of fabric, and then, the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. My wife’s breath hitches, and I know she’s being touched, explored, used. I’m both thrilled and terrified, my cock hard and aching, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.But I can’t move, can’t speak. I’m trapped in this moment, a cuckold watching his fantasy unfold. The sounds of sex fill the room—moans, grunts, the wet slapping of flesh. I can picture it all, my wife’s body writhing, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. And I’m here, on the other side of the door, my hand on my cock, stroking in time with the rhythm of their fucking. This is my reality now, my wife’s secret adventure, and I’m both a part of it and apart from it. It’s a strange, intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.






The three guys were black. Hopefully by the time they were done with my wife she would be a slut for black cock.