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me there watching drove her wild. She admitted that she often fantasized about men with extremely large cocks. (My own dick is barely five inches hard.) We discussed doing this for real, about how we would set it up, etc. As we talked about it, my dick began to rise again. Seeing this, Jackie mounted it and started to slowly fuck me while we talked. We both came again and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
    The next day at work all I could think about was what had happened the night before. I couldn’t wait to get home and start making plans for our adventure. To my disappointment, when I got home Jackie did not want to talk about it. She said that what we’d done was okay as a fantasy, but she could never do it for real.
    “But you were more turned on last night than I’ve ever seen you before,” I said.
    “I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” she said.
    When we went to bed, I pulled out the vibrator again and started to rub it against her cunt. She told me to stop.
    I rolled over and spent the rest of the night confused. Why was it that every time we found something we both enjoyed when it came to sex, she would refuse to do it anymore? I couldn’t figure it out.
    For the next three or four months, I kept trying to figure it out. Was the fact that she liked big cocks and that mine was not very large the reason our sex life was dying? I convinced myself that I just could not satisfy her. Maybe she had a lover. Although I wanted to see her fuck another man, the thought of her doing it behind my back made me mad. I became obsessed with the thought of watching her fuck some guy with a big cock. I wanted to see how she would really act. I wanted my wife to be sexually satisfied, and if I couldn’t do it with my small dick, then I wanted her to have the big cock that she craved.
    Still, I could only be happy if it was something we did together, not something she looked for on her own. I tried to be honest with her and tell her how I felt, but when I did she would say forget about it and quickly change the subject. This only helped to damage our sex life more. The few times we did attempt to make love, I started to have performance problems. This just compounded the frustrations.
    Then there was a breakthrough. One night when we went to bed, she snuggled up close to me and asked, “If I were to tell you that I wanted to fuck someone while you watched, who would you want it to be?” My dick sprang alive and I didn’t ask any questions. I just started to name a few of our friends that I thought she would like to screw. Although she agreed with some of the names I rattled off, she said she didn’t think she could go through with it with someone she knew. I then suggested that we go out to a bar, pick someone up and bring him home and fuck him. She liked this idea but was worried that if she chickened out at the last minute it wouldn’t be fair to the guy she brought home.
    “I would feel bad getting some guy all turned on and then leaving him hanging,” she said.
    “Well,” I said, “I guess you could always use your hand or your mouth to finish him off. Do you think you could do that?” I asked.
    She thought a minute and said, “I guess.”
    We were getting horny now and I said, “We can always hire someone.”
    “Hire someone, eh.” The thought of paying someone to fuck her seemed to make her even hotter. “That’s right,” I quickly added, “we wouldn’t have to worry about how he felt with having me be there or anything.”
    “Where does one hire such a person?” she asked. I had no idea, but I told her, “There are several male escort services around. I heard that that is what they are for. We’ll have to call a few.”
    “Not we. You,” she replied. “Wouldn’t you want to pick out the guy?” I inquired. She was now stroking my cock with her hand as she moved her mouth down to it.
    “If this is going to happen,” she said, “you will have to make all the arrangements. You know what