I met Ellie, my wife of six years, during a convention in Kansas City.

I was taken by her radiant smile, big brown eyes, flawless white skin and petite yet curvy figure. Ellie is 31 now, but at that time she was 25, and for me it was love at first sight.

Since we lived in different cities, we had a long-distance relationship for a short time, until she agreed to come and live with me. About a year later we were married, and eventually we had a child. Ellie was a quiet, reserved young woman, and I always considered us to be an average American couple, a wholesome hard-working husband and a dutiful, devoted, conventional little wife.

Then things changed.

The company I work for recently hired a new district manager from out of town. His name was Bruce, a tall, powerfully built black man who had played football in college. Shortly after his arrival I invited him and a handful of other coworkers over to our place for a small get-together, in order to welcome him into the fold.

As our guests arrived I introduced them to my beautiful wife, and she greeted each one with her radiant smile. When I presented Bruce to her, however, her reaction totally surprised me. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she became visibly flushed and nervous. She stammered as she spoke to him, and quickly excused herself, saying she had to go tend to something.

I was taken aback by my wife’s behavior, but it quickly faded from my mind as the party got started. At one point I saw Ellie standing with Bruce at the bar in the rec room, talking as though they were old friends, so I figured everything was okay — although the worried look on my wife’s face should have raised some kind of alarm.

The drinks were flowing freely, and I guess I must have imbibed more than I should have, especially considering that I was the host. I must have passed out at some point, because the next thing I knew I was begin hoisted onto someone’s shoulder and carried upstairs. I was then laid back onto my bed. I was only half-conscious, but I was dimly aware that it was Bruce who had carried me up there, with my wife following him. They must have thought I was dead to the world, but I was able to make out what they were saying as they stood by the bedroom door.

“I still can’t believe it’s you, Ellie!” I heard Bruce say. “Its’ been so long! Does your old man know about the movies?”

“My God, no!” my wife gasped out. “He would die if he knew! Please, Bruce, I’m married, and we have a beautiful baby, and I’m happy! Please don’t ruin that for me!”

My heart was pounding and my mind was racing like crazy. Had my wife once had an affair with this man? Had they made some kind of sex movie together? What the fuck was going on?”

“You know, me and the guys still talk about you from time to time,” Bruce said. “You were the hottest naughtiest girl any of us had ever had! Oh, don’t worry,” he added quickly. “Your secret is safe with me. But if you ever want to hook up, just for old times’ sake, you know I live here now, so don’t hesitate to call me. If you want, I could even arrange for a few of the guys to fly in for a nice long weekend, like we used to have with you. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Tell the truth Ellie.”

I couldn’t believe my ears when after a moment I heard my sweet wife say, “Mmmm, that would be nice, wouldn’t it? It’s been years since I’ve been fucked raw!”

I heard Bruce chuckle, and then I heard the sound of a zipper. I opened one eye cautiously, and was shocked to see that he had pulled out his cock and was slowly stroking its foreskin up and down. “Look what you still do to me, Ellie,” he said.

“Bruce, my husband is lying right there!” Ellie whispered frantically. “Please, put it back!”

Instead, he took her hand in his and wrapped it around his thick black erection. “Do you really want me to do that?” he asked her. “Or do you want to give it a little kiss first?”

After a moment he let go of her hand, but she didn’t pull it away; it remained wrapped around his cock, and then began stroking it slowly. “Damn you Bruce!” she sighed. I wanted to close my eyes, both to avoid detection and to block out what I was seeing, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so, and I continued to watch as, a moment later, my sweet, innocent, perfect wife, the mother of my daughter, fell to her knees and began sucking hungrily on my new boss’s black cock. It was surreal to me.

In the six years of our marriage, I could count on one hand the times Ellie had sucked my cock, and even when she had, she had never done it with the enthusiasm she was displaying now, before my very eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. I knew you missed my fucking dick,” Bruce hissed down at her. “Just like old times, huh, Ellie?” I heard her moan softly around his prick in reply. It was as though I was having an erotic nightmare, but at the same time I could not deny the fact that my own dick was hard as hell as I watched my beautiful wife servicing this giant black man with her mouth.

Saliva was leaking from the corners of Ellie’s lips now as she sucked him deeply into her throat. He gripped the back of her head and let out a loud grunt, and even from across the room I could hear the sound of her gulping and whimpering as she swallowed down his seed.

“That’s it! Swallow all that good come, baby!” Bruce husked. “I bet it’s been a long time since you’ve swallowed a real man’s load, right, Ellie?” Ellie just continued to suck him dry until she had devoured every drop of his jism, after which she took her mouth off his now semi-limp dick and rubbed it lovingly all over her face.

“Yes, I did miss sucking your cock, Bruce,” she told him breathlessly. “And it’s just as delicious as I remembered.” She released him then and got slowly to her feet. “But, Bruce, you have to understand that this can never happen again,” she went on. “As much as I miss messing around with you and the guys, I am married now. I love my husband and my daughter, and I never want to hurt them. You do understand, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bruce told her. “But hey, if you ever want to check out those flicks you made with me and the guys, let me know, because I still have them. Maybe we can watch them together sometime.”

I heard Ellie catch her breath. “God, I wish you would throw them away, Bruce,” she told him.

“Shit, what good would that do, baby?” Bruce replied. “There must be thousands of copies of those eight movies floating around. But don’t worry, your up tight hubby isn’t likely to see them, is he?” With that he chuckled and left the room.

I couldn’t bring myself to confront Ellie about what I had witnessed, but after that, visions of her sucking my boss’s dick so slavishly haunted my thoughts and dreams, and enhanced my passion every time we made love.

About a week later I volunteered to help Bruce move into the home he had purchased across town. As I was loading some of his boxes into his truck, I noticed one labeled “Videos.” Of course I couldn’t help taking a look inside, and when I did I found a stash of at least 50 video tapes. As no one was watching me, I carried the box to my car instead and put it in the trunk.

I knew there was a pretty good chance that at least some of those tapes were the ones Bruce had spoken to my wife about. I fully intended to take a look at them, but then I began wondering if I really wanted to watch my wife having sex with a room full of horny black studs. However, thinking again of the way she had sucked on Bruce’s root as if her very life depended on it, I knew that the answer was yes.

Sure enough, all of the tapes were home videos of various hot women being gang-fucked by as many as 12 black men at the same time. And yes, my Ellie was among them. But Bruce had lied to her; there were actually 15 videos that featured her, all of them showing her being taken in every conceivable way, and relishing it all, more than eager to serve her black lovers in any way they wanted.

I now began to realize that the Ellie I thought I knew — my sweet, dutiful, conventional wife — was all an act. Deep down she was really a submissive slut, who loved to be used and dominated by as many well-endowed black men as she could get. The knowledge was devastating, but at the same time the excitement of watching those videos was indescribable, and I looked at every one of them over and over again.

Still, however, I had no idea how to inform Ellie that I knew about her past and about who she really was. Nor was I really sure I even wanted to. What would it do to our marriage? I still loved her, and had no desire to break up our family. In fact, as I said, my passion for her was stronger than ever.

That decision was made for me one day about a week later, when I came home from work to find Ellie in our kitchen, crying. She said she had something to tell me, and she wanted me to know that she loved me and our daughter more than anything in the world. I told her that whatever it was, I would understand and we would get past it, no matter what.

She then confessed everything. She told me that a few years before she met me, she had been a party girl and had made a few sex videos that she was now ashamed of. She begged me to forgive her for not telling me before we got married.

I hugged and kissed her tenderly and told her I would always love her no matter what, and I asked her what made her tell me this now. She then went on to admit that Bruce had been one of the men she had been in the eight movies with, and that if fact he had been the one who had made most of them. Once she started confessing she emptied it all out, and she even told me about how she had sucked Bruce’s cock on the night of the party. She again begged my forgiveness, saying that she was intoxicated and had succumbed to those old feelings, sucking him on her knees like a wanton whore.

In addition, she told me that Bruce had been over earlier that afternoon and had tried to coax her into sucking him off again, or letting him fuck her. That time she had turned him down, in spite of the fact that she really wanted to do it; to suck his dick and feel him inside her.

I was very proud of the fact that Ellie had been so honest with me about everything, including her own still active desires. In return, I told her that I too had a confession. I told her I knew all about her past, about the videos she had made and even about the blowjob she had given Bruce in our bedroom, but that I hadn’t known how to tell her about it. As she stared at me, I took her by the hand and led her to our entertainment room, where I inserted one of the movies she had made with Bruce. Before playing it, I explained to her how I had gotten it, and I also told her that she was the star, not of eight of those X-rated tapes, but 15.

I then made one last confession. I told her that despite my feelings of natural jealousy whenever I watched her servicing all those well-endowed black men, it turned me on like nothing I had ever seen before.

Ellie stared at me again. “You mean you get off on watching other men fucking me?” she asked wide-eyed. I admitted that I did, and I then went on to suggest that since Bruce had obviously videotaped her many times without her knowledge, she might want to get back at him by secretly taping him as he was fucking her.

Ellie’s beautiful face lit up. “Are you serious?” she asked me. “You’d let me do that?”

I nodded, saying that as long as she would record all her sexual activities, so we could watch them together later on, it would be more than fine with me.

Now maybe some of your readers think I’m some kind of a pervert, or a pussy, for letting my wife fuck other guys. But the fact is that I want her to be happy, and totally satisfied. This way she is not fighting her inner needs all the time, and she will never have to lie to me if she gives in to them. And best of all, I actually do get off watching my sweet Ellie being a total sperm receptacle for my boss, and for the other black men he brings to our house. I’ve set up a secret taping system to record their sessions, and afterwards Ellie and I watch every tape, and make mad passionate love. All I can say is, thank God Bruce came along to be the new district manager, or I might never have found out the truth!