After that I quickly left the club and drove home confused thinking about the warm thick cock of Owen. I stumbled back into our apartment and of course found my wife lounging in front of the TV with a bucket of chicken wings, her fat fingers and her face all shiny with grease. She looked up at me and I didn’t even have to say a word. I just blushed and a grin appeared on her oily lips.

“Do we have a date?!” she asked.

“Not yet but I am pretty sure it will work out. I shall call tomorrow…”

“Awesome!” Becky shouted out and opened her wobbly thick arms to invite me for a hug.

I walked over laying myself atop of her and she hugged me tight rocking me from side to side, crushing me with her sweaty arms. I inhaled her smell witch was a mixture of fried chicken and stale sweat. It should disgust me but somehow it just made my dick stir again in its pants.

“I knew you would get me my fat cock….” She gasped out of breath excitedly.

She pressed her greasy mouth onto mine and I could taste the fried chicken when I let my tongue slip in between her lips and we kissed for a few moments.

She hadn’t acknowledged me this much for ages and it felt good that she seemed thankful for my sacrifice to our love.

Her hand fumbled for my crotch and she found the wet spot and suddenly stopped, pushing me back a little looking me deep in the eyes with a surprised look.

“Did he make you cum?” She whispered and again my blush deepened as I almost squeaked with my voice cracking: “I am sorry honey….it….was…I don’t know…so different….”

The smile reappeared on her face and she nodded: “I always knew you were a little faggot. Didn’t I tell you?”

“Yes you did honey, again and again.”

She nodded even more: “And I am always right! Well if it is fun for you too, even better, my little faggot husband” and with that she shoved me to the side grabbing another chicken wing and munching on it noisily.

I felt sort of strange but also relieved that she was not mad about it. The rest of the evening was very much the same as all the time. She ordered me around bringing her drinks and snacks. I had to drink her piss before she fell asleep which also had a slight smell of chicken when it ran down my throat and then I went to bed as well thinking about Owen’s chocolate stick at all times how it filled my mouth, the taste of his semen, his deep voice when he moaned out in pleasure. I couldn’t help but jerk of to that memory again before finally passing out.

The next day around noon I tried to call Owen but he didn’t pick up his phone. I got nervous that he just used me and would now ghost me. He seemed so genuine and friendly and I really enjoyed his business. I would be quite devastated if I misjudged him that much.

I didn’t want to annoy him too much either so I waited with anxiety for another two hours before I tried it again. This time a young sounding woman answered and with a trembling uncertain voice I asked if Owen was there.

“Ah you are the husband of the fat bitch who wants to get fucked by my boyfriend right?” The voice called out cheerfully.

I froze by that blunt yet happy sounding statement and it took me a moment to recover.

“Hello? Are you still there?” The voice called out again.

“Erm….yes…..yes that is correct…” I finally managed to say.

“Owen is not here right now but he told me about it. It is all fine. You can pick him up at eight this evening. He said you should make her pretty for him.” After the last sentence she chuckled and then hung up the phone.

I gulped. So he didn’t ghost me at least. I was excited that I would meet Owen and his thick black cock again and my own little wiener twitched in my pants.

I texted my wife and told her she should doll herself up because tonight Owen will come over.

She sent me an array of love hearts and party emojis back and then said I should better leave work early and help her with the dolling up.

After I managed to finish my work as quickly as I could I drove home and found Becky in the bathroom. She was just about to take a bath and when she spotted me she told me that I should help her shave because it is too exhausting for her to reach all her parts. She took her seat on the rim of the bathtub, spread her legs and lifted her belly up with both hands.

I just nodded dropped my stuff and fetched the razor and the shaving cream. I knelt down between her legs and started to massage the shaving cream onto her bush and down around her asshole. Her pussy lips were already swollen and her slit was leaking wet already probably being as excited about the black cock about to enter our home as I was. I should have been taken aback that Becky would make herself pretty for some stranger but not for her husband but as of now I have accepted that I was just a perverted cuck that didn’t deserve any better and since last night in that bathroom stall I just understood that it was only fair to put in the effort if such a perfect man like Owen takes his time to deal with us perverted slobs.

Carefully I let the razor glide down her fat mount taking off her curly black pubes. Working slowly to not cut her. Stretching her chubby skin this way and that, working all around her asshole stretching open her crack. I had to reapply shaving cream several times to finally get her smooth all around. Since I was at it I also worked down her legs and under her arms which took the best part of half an hour before I was finished. Becky just yawned when I was done and shooed me off so she could take her bath.

I laid out some of her lingerie which I wondered might still fit her and after she emerged from the bath with her hair all done and her face in pretty make-up I helped her into some fishnet stockings and some black lace lingerie which mostly disappeared between her rolls of fat.

I made the bed and Becky took her place in it and I was free to also shower and shave and make myself ready.

When it was time to get Owen my heart was pounding heavily with excitement. I didn’t even mind that within the next few hours a different man would fuck my wife. I just shared her excitement for this glorious black cock. My own little dick was semi hard at all times since I stepped out of the shower.

When I came to Owen’s house he was already waiting for me at the curb. He wore a simple white t-shirt which let his ebony muscles shine perfectly in the evening sun. Blue jeans and white sneakers. He waved at me and got into the car.

On our drive back I tried do seem calm and relaxed but Owen could tell that I was nervous. He laid his strong big hands on my thigh and said in his deep bass voice. “Relax. Everything will be good!”

I smiled and tried to make some small talk. “Was it hard to convince your girlfriend?”

“Nah she is good! She just said maybe we could share you some time as well.”

I gulped at that. “I…..I….am not sure if my wife would be OK with that”

Owen patted my leg. “Don’t worry. I will make her OK with that tonight.” Followed by a deep almost sinister laugh.