Standing in the hallway of our flat, I waited for my wife to return home, my mind conflicted. I knew I should be angry, and in many way’s I was, upset and frustrated by what had been years of secrecy. However, between my legs, my relatively small cock stood rock hard at the thought that the woman I love was an Internet porn star.

The sound of a key being used to open the front door made me jump and I realised that my breath was caught in my throat. I was not even sure how I would react on seeing such a slut, knowing that she was my wife.

As she stepped through the door, I embraced her, kissing her passionately before she had a chance to say “Hi.”

Returning my kiss for a moment, my wife quickly regained her senses and placing her hands against my chest, she pushed us apart slightly. “What’s going on?” she asked, a hint of shock in her voice.

“Nothing, I’m just feeling horny and was hoping to have some fun when you came home.”

“Fun? We had loads last night.” She pulled out of my grasp and headed off towards the kitchen.

“I know,” I replied sounding like a love-sick puppy as I followed her, “but that shouldn’t stop us from having more fun today.”

“Hmm,” my wife said as she poured herself a glass of water, before sipping at its contents. “Look, I’ve had a long day at work, I just want to eat some food and slump in front of the television.”

Pushing past me, my wife headed for the bedroom, glass in hand. My heart slumped as she did so and finding I needed to take my mind off things I headed for the sofa. Sitting down, I switched on the television and idly scanned the channels looking for something to watch.  

My wife returned and feeling dejected, I could not bring myself to take my eyes from the television, glued as they were to some documentary about fishing. “Ahem,” she said as she stepped directly into my line of sight and slowly, I brought my eyes into focus.

“Wow,” I mumbled as I realised she was naked, the smooth pussy that I had seen being fucked hard just a few hours before now directly in front of my face. “I thought you didn’t want sex?” I asked as my eyes scanned up her body, taking in her large, round breasts, before settling on her face.

“Shut up and accept what I am offering,” she replied as she bent forward and tugged at my trousers, pulling them down around my ankles and exposing my cock. I thought about complaining but decided against it as I watched my wife opening her legs the cunt that I now knew had been fucked by so many men, opening itself to me. There was no way I could resist, and I let her straddle me on the sofa, as she plunged herself onto my cock.

“I wonder if she notices I am not some hung black guy?” I thought to myself as she rode me, as my mind raced with thoughts of what I had seen my wife doing earlier in the day.

In reality though, my mind was racing too much, and it took only a couple of minutes for me to reach my orgasm. My seed exploded from the end of my cock, filling my wife’s pussy that only hours earlier had taken the superior cum of black men.

She looked disappointed as she climbed off my lap, a tiny dribble of spunk hanging from her labia. I thought about pointing out that I was fully aware of all the great sex she had had, but decided against it.

Leaning forward, I touched her clitoris with my thumb, but she pulled away, “what’s the point,” she said, “you have already had your fun.” I was heartbroken, but at the same time I knew that had taken a pounding from a gang of black men and secretly was probably just glad of the break.

Two days had passed since I had discovered that my wife was secretly the interracial porn star Jemma Black. I still had not worked out how to confront her with the truth, but every night I felt myself rock hard at the reality of her sluttiness.

Sitting in front of my laptop, I tried desperately to focus on the words that I needed to produce in order to meet the deadline that had been set. However, my mind kept wandering back towards the bedroom where my wife lay sleeping. Officially, she had been out with her sister the night before, a long overdue catch up where they talked about family and how their life had been. The truth though was already displayed on the Jemma Black Web site where already that morning I had watched a highlight video of my wife picking up guys in a club that specialised in black music.

Initially she had picked up two guys on the dance floor and then taken them to the toilets where they took it in turn to fuck her. Afterwards though, she had left the club with three other men who had used her like a toy, before each creaming her pussy one by one.

While in the club, she had worn a tiny pink dress, but when she had finally returned home, she had been dressed in the same jumper and jeans she had left the house in. There needed to be a solution, I needed to find a way of approaching the subject without upsetting her. After all this situation where she continued to be unfaithful to me, and I pretended not to know, could not continue.

There was movement from the end of the hall, and I saw the naked form of my wife pass from the bedroom towards the bathroom. In that moment, I realised what I needed to do and I setup the laptop so that it would cast to the television. Then, selecting my favourite Jemma Black video, one where she had been picked up by two guys in a car, I headed for the bathroom.

“Babe,” I said as I entered the room to the sound of my wife in the shower.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything you would like to admit to me?”

There was a pause as she considered her answer, “what do you think I should admit to?” I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was being guarded in her response, and I wondered if she thought I had uncovered the truth.

Unfortunately, I bottled it and instead of asking further, I walked from the room and headed back towards the main room of the house where I had set the television up. I stood there, thinking about how I should switch it off, but before I could I heard the padding of wet feet.

My wife appeared in the room, she was still dripping with water, and she had wrapped herself in a towel. “What do you think I need to admit?” she asked, this time with a hint of anger in her voice. “Darren!” she raised her voice slightly more and then she saw the television and froze.

“Care to tell me?” I asked, realising that the whole situation had collided, and I had no choice, but to confront her.  

“Will you leave me?” It seemed a strange take in the circumstances, that the first thing she would ask is if I would leave her. Then I realised, she had probably played this moment through in her mind over and over again and had realised that there was only one thing she really wanted to know.

“No,” I replied, “I don’t understand why you hid it from me, but no I won’t leave you.”

“It’s been going on since before we met,” she said in a matter of fact way.

“I know, I have watched the videos.”

“But, all the guys who I met, who knew about it, wanted me for the wrong reasons, or couldn’t cope. Then I met you, and I hid it at first, and then, how do I come clean about it?”

“Who is the guy who films them?” It was my turn to surprise us both with a question.

“His name’s Clive, he was a friend of my father’s, and my first lover. He got me into the whole porn thing, and I have loved every second.”

“Do you still sleep with him?”

“Would that be a problem?”

“Maybe.”

“It’s OK, I only ever take one white guy, and that’s you.”

Inside I felt an element of relief. “Do you actually work?”

“Umm…” my wife paused as she considered how to answer the question, “no, all of my job is made up to explain why I go out.”

“Really, what about that trip you took last year, you said you were away on business?”

“Can I,” she held out her hands and I understood that she wanted me to give her the laptop. Handing it over, I watched as she quickly logged in under her own special access and then scanned through the video collections until she found the correct bit.

The title filled the screen, “Jemma Black, the 100 man Caribbean Cumpilation.” She pressed play and the screen filled with information. “Between the 8^th and 20^th May, Jemma Black took on a fans challenge, to travel to the Caribbean and sleep with at least 100 men in 12 days.” The video then switched to a series of scenes as different men creamed into my wife, filling her mouth, pussy or ass as they did so.

“A hundred men in 12 days?”

“Yes, without prior planning, it was hard work, to find all those men.”

“I am sure it was.”

“Where do we go from here then?”

“I want to come with you on the next shoot.” I made the comment before I had even considered the implications.

“OK,” she replied, and before I could say anything else she reached for her mobile phone that she had left on the kitchen counter the night before. “Clive?” she said into the phone a few seconds later, “he knows, there’s no need to hide it anymore… what’s that? Yes, he wants to come and watch… when can you set something up? This afternoon…. Yes, I’ll take him shopping and let him choose the outfit.”

My wife ended the call and smiled at me, “fancy going shopping then?”

“For the outfit I am going to watch you be fucked in?”

“Yes.”

An hour later, I found myself in the shopping mall with my wife on my arm. She was wearing a strapless denim dress and white trainers, and I was fully aware that under the dress she had no underwear. “In the interests of openness,” she said to me as we browsed the shop windows, “while I normally have everything filmed, I have occasionally just picked guys up in the street when Clive hasn’t been around.”

“Wow,” I replied as she guided me into a large department store.

“They sell Annie in here,” she said with a smile.

“Annie?”

“Yeah, it portrays itself as a high-end brand, but in reality, all the clothes are petite and slutty.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised that she was able to find clothes in such a store, but all she could do was give me a wicked wink. Leading me through the store, I eventually saw a sign hanging over 3 racks of clothing “Annie,” the sign declared in bright, pink lettering.

My wife immediately dived in amongst the racks, searching the clothes for something that she thought I would like. Selecting half a dozen items she disappeared towards the changing room, leaving me outside to wait for her return.

Sitting in a chair, I prepared myself to watch the world go by until she returned when a store assistant approached. She had a name tag which revealed that her name was Beth and wore a black blouse with buttons open to her waist. The material was see-through in the right light and revealed that she had perky boobs and no bra. “Hi,” she said as my eyes drunk in the sight of her, she could not have been more than 21 or 22 years of age. “Was that Jemma Black?” she pointed in the direction that my wife had headed in and instinctively I looked the same way.

“Yes,” I said nervously, wondering how the girl was going to react.

“I am so jealous, she comes in here regularly and picks some amazing outfits, and I love the fact that she lets all those sexy black men have her.”

“I’m her husband.”

“Well, she is lucky to have you, my boyfriend would never let me take so much black cock.”

“Really? Why not?”

“Because he is an insecure loser.”

At that moment, my wife returned wearing a black bra top that her boobs almost fell out of. The material was stretched so tight that I was sure I could see her nipples. Meanwhile, the white mini skirt that she wore was so short and tight that from my seated position I could see her knickerless cunt. She turned for me, sticking her bum out as she did, and I realised that I could just make out the crack of her bum through the material.

“What do you think?” she asked as I felt my cock growing in my trousers.  

“This is Beth, she would love to be the next Jemma Black.”

“Would you?” my wife smiled at the young girl, “you realise that you need not just the body, but the mind to achieve it.”

“Mind?” the girl asked inquisitively.

“Yes, you know, when you watch porn, you see the girl be so greedy for cock and cum, and being able to take such enormous penetrations, but you have to work at that, develop it, and become addicted to it.”

“Surely, you just love sex, and it comes naturally?”

“To start with, but who in their right mind would sleep with over 1200 black men, all bareback, I don’t even know half of them by name, and the other half, if I do know their names, I’ve likely forgotten them.”

“So, you wouldn’t recommend it then?” the girl asked with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Wouldn’t recommend it? If it is the right lifestyle for you, it is amazing, otherwise stay well away.”

“And for you?”

“I cannot imagine a world where I take less than a hundred black guys a year.”

 “Really?” Beth asked in shock.

“Really, my wife replied, “since I was just twenty years of age, I have made myself constantly available to hung black men.” My wife looked at me nervously as we had not met until just after her twenty third birthday and had been married for five years. “But not only have I had some amazing, kinky, sex, but I have also got to see some amazing places along the way.”

Beth looked back at me, and then at my wife again as her mind raced with wild thoughts. My wife took her by the hand and led her over to the till. “Look, if you do me a discount on these things,” with a hand she signalled the clothes she was wearing, “I’ll give you some numbers for guys who can sort you out.”

Nodding numbly, Beth did as she was told as my wife scribbled numbers onto a sheet of paper. As she took the receipt, she handed the paper over, “these are a couple of regulars, give them a call, tell them I sent you. If it works out with them, they will put you back in touch with me.”

“Thank you.”

My wife walked over to me, still in the clothing that she had not only tried on but had just bought. “Ready?” she asked as I admired her slutty body.

“Since you were twenty?”

“Yes, is that an issue?”

“No,” I shook my head as I stood up, “just wish I had known, we could have had some nasty fun.”

“Maybe,” she seemed dismissive of the idea, and I wondered if we would have got together had she ever been honest from the start.

We walked together through the town until we got to the edge of a local park. She stopped at the gates, as if she knew what was ahead and I peered round the corner in the hope of seeing what was happening.

“Stop it,” she said, pulling me back out of the way as she did. “I am going to walk over to the bench by the fountain, Clive will be sitting nearby and filming it. I want you to find a bench, sit on it and watch. Whatever happens, do not get involved, let it play out.”

“Play out,” I repeated mindlessly.

“Yes, play out, this lifestyle has its dangers. Remember, I am picking up unknown men, for unprotected sex.” I nodded, “go on then, go find somewhere to sit down.”

I did as I was told and walked into the park, finding a bench under a tree opposite the fountain. Sitting in it I scanned the park and spotted an older man holding a camera in his lap and filming towards the fountain. “That must be Clive,” I thought to myself as my attention was caught by two black guys who were playing with a frisbee on the grass nearby.

My wife walked into the park. Her outfit attracting attention instantly, and as she approached the fountain even more heads turned in her direction. I noticed that the two black guys stopped their game for a moment and were watching her as she took a seat on the bench. They were laughing and joking, both of them pointing towards her.

An older white guy appeared in front of her, he was obviously trying to talk to her and she waved him away a couple of times with her hand. He would not listen though, and as I watched, the guy sat down next to her and put a hand on her bare leg. She brushed if off, but he was insistent and starting to lean in, trying to get her to kiss him. Inside, I felt really torn, I so wanted to go and help out, but she had told me not to get involved and so I remained in my seat.

She slapped him across the face, the move was unexpected, and the sound of it filled the space, and making everyone look at her a second time. “Get off me,” she said, her voice high pitched and pleading.

“Hey, leave her alone,” it was one of the black guys who spoke, and he ran over and pulled the guy up from the bench before pushing him away.

“Thank you,” my wife said as she shifted on the bench and invited the man to sit next to her by patting her hand on the seat where the older man had been moments before.  Very quickly, the two of them were engrossed in a private, whispered conversation while the friend looked on from a distance and I found myself engrossed in the whole situation.

My wife placed a hand into the lap of her new friend as she leaned in even closer. I wondered if the two of them were going to kiss, when the second guy, obviously disappointed that he was not getting any action approached. Smiling, my wife lifted herself out of her seat, and sat in the lap of the first guy, while waving a hand towards the place where she had just been. The second guy followed her invite and sat next to her as she lifted one leg and stretched it over the top of his. Meanwhile, she draped an arm around the shoulders of the guy she was sat on as he followed her lead and placed a hand around her waist.

The three of them were getting on very well and I imagined that she would already be incredibly wet at the thought of what was to come as I remained in my seat and watched. Her legs opened slightly, and the guy she was sitting on slipped a hand between her legs and as her face seemed to purr, I realised that he must have been fingering her. My wife pointed towards where Clive was sat, and there was a moment of hesitation from the two guys, and I could see them look at each other. They engaged in an unspoken conversation and then, the guy who had my wife sat in her lap placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

It was a deep and intense kiss which only ended when my wife slipped from his lap, standing momentarily, before climbing into the lap of the other guy. This time, she slipped a leg to each side, straddling him as she got into position. Her bum showing slightly under her short skirt as she kissed him.

Unexpectedly, the three of them stood up and walking arm in arm with the two of them, my wife let them lead her out of the park while behind Clive followed, camera in hand. Waiting for a few seconds, until they had cleared the park gates, I quickly followed.

Together, the two men led my wife down towards the river, before turning into a gated complex. They held the gate, so that Clive could follow, but by the time I got there it had sealed shut. I was devastated by the reality that I would not see what happened next, and I resigned myself to watching the four entering through a door in the building before disappearing from sight.

I waited for what seemed like hours, until, eventually my wife reappeared from the building. She was walking arm and arm with Clive, while in his free hand he carried the camera that he had used to film the encounter.

Stepping out from the gate, the smiled at me before crossing the road and kissing me. I could taste cum on her breath as she did so and she let the kiss linger as if teasing me with the fact she had just taken both men.

“How was it?” I asked, breaking away from the kiss, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

“Incredible,” she replied, “I managed double vaginal with them, and they came at the same time while doing it.”

“I bet that made you orgasm?” The question was rhetorical, of course that would have made her orgasm I thought.

“You bet, it was loud and screaming,” Clive interjected as he offered me a hand to shake.

“I’m disappointed that I was unable to watch.”

My wife laughed at the comment, “I have an idea on how to get you into the room, you just need to be prepared to experiment a little bit.”

I thought about it for a moment, “if it allows me to see the whole thing, then I will do anything.”

Clive smiled at the comment, “good luck,” he said.