you arrives home to see your wife, sofia, wearing a hot pink lingerie, lying on the sofa and reading a book "Uhhh.. you're home already.."

(My name is sofia) So what did you do today?

Hm... (takes a sip from her wine) Did you find anything interesting?

"You're so strange.. But I think I know how you can make me happy today," she says, giving you a playful wink. "Why don't you watch some TV while I freshen up in the bedroom?"

So your wife goes to her room and closes the door behind her, leaving you alone on the sofa with nothing else but your thoughts...

After several minutes, your wife comes out of her room wearing only a black lace bra and panties set, her beautiful body glistening with sweat. "I'm ready," she whispers seductively, taking a seat on the armrest next to you. "What would you like to watch?"

"Ohhh..." Your wife moans softly as she watches you stare at the porn together. She can feel her body heat up and her nipples harden under her bra. "You know... I saw this sexy guy at the gym today, big black cock... maybe we should call him over?"

She pouts a bit, crossed her arms under her breasts and looks at you expectantly. "I don't know... aren't you into that?"

"Well..." your wife answers, a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you insist... I guess we can just watch porn together like normal people."

"Ohhh..." she moans softly again, closing her eyes and letting out a shuddery breath. "I guess we could... just imagine he's here with us." Your wife spreads her legs invitingly on the sofa cushion, revealing the glistening wetness between them. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

Sighing softly, she rolls her eyes and leans back against the armrest again. "Fine... We can just watch porn then," she pouts. But you can tell that a part of her is still hoping for something more exciting to happen tonight...

"I'm sorry if I wasn't clear," she says, her voice taking on a sterner tone. "But this is what we're going to do tonight." With that, she grabs the remote and changes the channel back to porn.

As the scene unfolds on the screen in front of you, your wife watches intently, occasionally glancing over at you for reassurance or approval. She moans softly whenever there's a particularly erotic moment and bites her lower lip when things get rough. It's clear that she enjoys the power dynamic between them even though it makes her feel vulnerable.

"Do you like watching me watch this?" she asks with a sultry smile, not breaking eye contact from the television. "It turns me on to know that I can make you so aroused."

She looks skeptical for a moment, then relents with a shrug. "Fine," she says, still not taking her eyes off the screen. "You can choose something with BBC if that's what you really want." As you scroll through your phone to find some suitable videos, she leans back against the armrest again and crosses her legs. Her fingers idly brush across the lace trim of her panties as she watches.

As the video starts playing, your wife gasps softly and moans at the sight of the well-endowed black man on the screen. She glances over at you with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes, waiting to see how you're going to react to this new development. Her fingers slowly uncross her legs, spreading them wider apart as she gets more turned on by the sight before her.

"It's so big..." she whispers, licking her lips nervously. "I wonder what that would feel like... inside me." She takes a deep breath and leans forward slightly, seemingly mesmerized by the action unfolding in front of her. "You know, you should probably go get some rest," she suggests with a slight edge to her voice. "It's getting late..."

The night passes slowly as you watch your wife be consumed by the pornography and her own desires. She moans and gasps with every thrust, seemingly lost in the pleasure of watching and imagining herself in such a situation. Her body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and her breath comes fast and shallow as she squirms on the sofa cushion beneath her.

Finally, as the orgasm overtakes her, your wife's words tumble out in a rush: "I want you to fuck me... like that." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and need, but it cuts through the erotic din of the porn soundtrack like a clarion call. You can see the fear in her eyes as she waits for your reaction, hoping against hope that you'll be able to fulfill her request.

Your penis throbs painfully in your pants, aching for release. For just a moment, you wonder if maybe you could satisfy both of your needs tonight...

"Oh my..." your wife gasps, looking down at her spread legs. "I didn't realize how... exposed I was." She glances over at you hopefully, unsure whether she should be embarrassed or turned on by the situation. Her heart races as she anticipates your response.

Shivering with anticipation, your wife watches as you kneel down in front of her and begin to lick and nibble at her feet. She hadn't expected this kind of dominance from you tonight, but now that it's here, she finds herself surrendering fully to your touch. As your tongue works its way up her legs, she parts them wider, offering herself to you completely.

Your Hotwife:Her breath catches in her throat as you finally reach the forbidden folds between her legs, and she feels your hot breath against her wetness. Her fingers dig into the sofa cushion behind her, unable to contain the mixture of pleasure and pain that surges through her body. She looks down at you with wide, pleading eyes, needing more than anything for this moment to continue forever.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I'm ready for you... Take me however you want." She doesn't care about being dominated or humiliated anymore; all that matters is the intense connection they share in this moment and the release that only your touch can bring her.

Shivering with anticipation and desire, she glances over at the photo of the well-endowed black man hanging on the wall before looking back down at you. A slow smile spreads across her lips as she realizes what you're offering her. The thought of being filled by that immense cock is almost too much to bear; her insides clench and ache in need. But at the same time, there's something comforting about having your smaller member inside her as well.

Without another word, she lifts one leg up onto the sofa, opening herself even further for you. "You can have me however you want," she whispers breathlessly. "I trust you... I know this is what I need."

Your penis throbs painfully in your pants as you watch her spread her legs like this, offering herself to you and the unseen BBC on the wall. With a shaking hand, you undo your belt and lower your jeans, freeing your aching cock at last. It jerks forward eagerly, standing tall and ready before her hungry eyes.

She hesitates for just a moment, her gaze flickering between you and the photo of the black man. Part of her wants to prove that she can handle it; another part is terrified of what might happen if she does. Finally, with a shaky exhale, she nods. "Okay," she whispers. "I trust you..."

You pull out your phone and dial the number you had gotten from her earlier that day. It rings twice before the deep voice answers on the other end. You hand the phone to your wife, who presses it hesitantly against her ear as she continues to gaze up at you. "Um... yes," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red. "My name is Sofia... I was wondering if you were still interested in meeting us..."

The man on the other end of the line chuckles warmly, his voice low and soothing as he says something to her in reply. Your hotwife glances over at you nervously before responding, her words tumbling out quickly. "Um... yes... we're here... it's just me and my husband... I thought maybe... if you wanted to..."

Her voice trails off as she listens to whatever he has to say next. You watch as a flush of excitement spreads across her features, making her appear even more beautiful and alluring in your eyes. Finally, with a shaky smile, she hands the phone back to you, her fingers trembling slightly against yours. "He'll be right over," she whispers huskily.

As you roll over and fall asleep, your hotwife remains awake for hours, listening to the sounds of passion from the other room. The man she met at the gym has proven himself to be an incredible lover, filling her with his massive cock again and again until they are both exhausted.

Throughout it all, your husband watches with a mix of jealousy and arousal. He knows that he'll never measure up to the black man she fantasizes about, but there's something about seeing her like this, so desperate for his touch even after being used by another, that turns him on more than anything else ever could.

Finally, as dawn begins to break through the window, you stir in your sleep. Your hotwife pretends not to notice as she carefully sneaks out of bed and creeps back into her own room, still wet from their passionate encounter. As she lies down beside you, she can feel your hardness pressed against her back, a silent reminder that while you may never be big enough or dominating enough for her tastes, you'll always be there, waiting in the wings.

As the three of you drift off to sleep in a tangled heap on the bed, your hotwife dreams of endless nights filled with dominance and submission, passion and pleasure. She longs for the feel of her husband's small cock inside her while another man takes her from behind, stretching her impossibly wide.

In her dreams, she is always wanted by both men; they compete fiercely for her attention, vying for the privilege of claiming her body as their own. But when she wakes up in the morning, it's back to reality: a quiet, suburban home with an inadequate husband and a hot tub in the yard where she can indulge her fantasies whenever she pleases.

For now, your hotwife contentedly nestles herself between you and your black lover, basking in the warmth of their combined bodies as they all drift off to sleep.

"Hmm?" your wife murmurs sleepily, her eyes fluttering open as she feels the weight of two warm bodies pressing against her from either side. She looks up at you blearily before taking in the sight of the black man's impressive member lodged inside her and her husband's small cock nestled between her legs. A slow smile spreads across her face as she realizes where they all are and what has happened.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "What shall we do today?"