I�ve read stories about guys who have watched their wives have sex with other men, and I always thought those guys must be crazy. How could you actually let another man have sex with the woman that you love? I never understood it, until it happened to me. It all started last summer. In May of last year, I was involved in a nasty auto accident. I broke my ankle and cracked a few ribs. I was in a cast and off work for a little over a month. My wife just works part-time, so she was usually there to help me out. I make enough money that she really doesn�t need to work at all, but she wanted to do something, so she got her real estate license and does that to make her a little side money. We have a nice home with a large yard, a garden, and lots of flowerbeds and trees. In the spring and summer my wife and I spend a lot of time on the weekends working in the yard. It takes several hours just to do all the mowing, trimming and general upkeep. After my accident we decided that we would have to hire someone to help with the yard work. I looked in the phone book and called a few different landscape companies, but they were all pretty expensive. Then that evening I was looking through the newspaper and saw an ad in the classifieds for a �Handyman�. The ad said that he would mow grass and do any other small jobs that needed done. It sounded perfect, and I knew that he would probably give me a better price than the other places. I called him and we set up a time for him to come over the next day. I would show him what all that I needed done and he would give me a price estimate. The next morning my wife had to show a house, so I was home alone when he stopped by. I was sitting on the front porch when an old, beat up, pick-up truck pulled in the drive. A young muscular black guy got out and walked up to the house. He introduced himself and we shook hands. His hands were huge and he had a very strong grip. I showed him what I needed him to do. There was a lot of mowing and trimming that needed to be done and in a couple of weeks we wanted to get all of our flowers planted and mulch put down. He said that he could do all of that for me and his price was less than half of what the other landscape places were going to charge me. He also said that he could get started right away, which was great. I gave him the key to the tool shed and he got the mower out and started mowing the grass. I sat on the back deck and watched him work. He got the mowing done and started trimming. It was pretty hot out, so he was working without his shirt on. His skin was jet black and he didn�t have an ounce of fat on him. He was just solid muscle. He had what they call a �six-pack� stomach, and a slim waist that made a V shape up to his broad shoulders. I remember thinking, �Damn, I wish that I had muscles like that.� He was almost finished working by the time my wife got home. I was still sitting on the back deck. She walked out onto the deck. �Hi honey, I�m home. The yard looks nice!� She said. �Yeah, I hired a guy this morning.� He was in the shed putting things away, so she hadn�t seen him yet. Just about that time he came walking out. �Wow, is that him?� She asked. �Yeah, that�s him.� I said. �Did you say, Wow?� I asked. �Well�he, you know, he has some muscles.� She said, sounding a bit embarrassed. He walked up to the deck and I introduced the two of them. �James, this is my wife Amy. Amy this is James.� I said. �It�s nice to meet you ma�am,� he said. �It�s nice to meet you too, James. You look hot!� She said. She didn�t mean for it to come out that way, but it sounded funny. She realized how it sounded and started trying to explain what she meant. But the more she talked, the worse it got. �I mean you look hot because you�re all sweaty. I was going to ask you if you wanted something cold to drink because, you just look so hot.� Her face was starting to turn red. James had a big smile on his face and I started to chuckle. �Thank you, Ma�am. I�d love something cold to drink.� James said. Amy let out a sigh of embarrassment and turned and walked into the house. I noticed James never took his eyes off of her. She was dressed real nice that day. She was wearing a skirt and heels. The skirt wasn�t short, but it was tight. Amy has a great body for a woman 42 years old. I see young guys checking her out all the time. She�s a little blonde bombshell that turns heads wherever she goes. She goes to the gym 2 or 3 times a week. Her legs and ass still look as good as the day that I married her. Her big tits don�t stick straight out as much as they used to, but they�re not saggy either. Nobody would ever believe that she�s in her forties. She tells me that young guys hit on her all the time at the grocery store and shopping mall. She tells them, �Boy, I�m old enough to be your Mother! I used to get jealous when guys looked at her. But after 18 years of marriage, I guess you get used to it. That�s why when I saw James staring at her ass when she walked into the house, I didn�t really think too much about it. For the next few weeks we kept James busy with lots of work. He worked every Saturday for about 4 or 5 hours, and sometimes came back on Sunday for a few hours. He always asked if there was anything else that he could do. He cleaned the gutters, painted the shed, and helped Amy in the yard with anything that she needed done. He helped her plant flowers and mulch. We got to know James pretty good and Amy loved having him around. He was getting a lot of stuff done that we�d wanted to do for years, but didn�t have the time. She would always have a list of things for him to do. Amy would always fix him lunch on Saturdays. They would work in the yard all morning and then have lunch together on the back deck. Looking back now, I should have known that something was going on. But I really never thought that my sweet, innocent little wife would ever cheat on me. Especially with a black guy that was half her age! But it happened. I�m still not sure exactly when it started, but I�ll never forget the day that I found out. It was a hot August day. I had been back to work for a few weeks. James was still working at the house on weekends or any other time that we needed something done. It was a Tuesday, and my boss and I had met a client for a business lunch. After the meeting my boss was in a good mood and told me that I could have the rest of the afternoon off. I almost never get home before 5 or 6 pm, so I was happy. I got home around 1:30 in the afternoon and saw that James� truck was parked in the drive. I still didn�t think anything about it. I knew that Amy wasn�t working that day and just figured that she�d found some job that she needed James to do. I expected to find them out in the back yard working on something. I went into the house and looked out the back window, but didn�t see them anywhere. Then I thought that I heard a noise coming from down the hall, towards the bedroom. As I walked down the hall the noises became clearer. It was my wife moaning. It still didn�t hit me until I actually saw it with my own two eyes. I walked to the doorway of our bedroom and got the shock of my life. Amy was lying on her back in bed. She had her legs spread as far apart as possible, holding them open with her hands, while James was on top of her pumping his cock into her like a wild animal. The foot of the bed faces the doorway, so they had no idea that I was even there. James was covered with sweat, just like he always is when he works outside. His big, round, black ass was moving up and down like a jackhammer as he ploughed his cock into my sweet wife�s neatly trimmed, little blonde pussy. The bed was shaking and Amy was squealing, and moaning like I�ve never heard. For a second, I thought that he might be raping her. But then she started crying, �OH GOD, YES, FUCK ME JAMES. FUCK ME! HARDER, HARDER!� James let out a loud groan and plunged deep inside her. Amy let out a high-pitched scream and wrapped her legs around him. She put her hands on his ass, pulling him tight against her as he filled her full of his sperm. I turned around and walked back down the hall to the living room. I sat down on the couch for a few minutes in a daze, not believing what I�d just seen. I waited there for them to come out. I don�t know what I was going to say to them, but I remember that I felt like I was going to get sick. I sat there for a few more minutes but they never came out, so I walked back down the hall to the bedroom. I looked into the room, but they weren�t in the bed. There was just a giant wet spot and puddle of cum in the middle of the bed. I heard their voices and laughter coming from the bathroom that connects to our bedroom. They were in the shower! I couldn�t believe it. Amy and I hadn�t taken a shower together in years, and there she was with a 22 year-old black guy. They were laughing and rubbing soap all over each other. Our shower has a clear glass door, so besides the little bit fog and water, I could see them pretty clearly. That�s the first time that I got a look at the long black monster that James has between his legs. His cock dangled down 8 inches or so, and it wasn�t even hard. It looked like one of those giant rubber dildos that they sell at the adult bookstores. My wife kept soaping up her hands and gently rubbing them over his enormous cock. He rubbed soap all over her tits and ass and then they stood there in each other�s arms kissing deeply. I was jealous and mad, but at the same time, I felt myself getting a raging hard on. It was very confusing. My wife was cheating on me, and I couldn�t stop watching! After about 10 more minutes of watching them wash each other, they turned off the water. I hurried back out into the hall, wondering what to do next. I heard them back in the bedroom talking. I peeked through the crack in the open door and watched again. Amy was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had her hair in a towel wrapped around her head, and another towel around her body. James was standing in front of her with a towel around his waist. He was telling her that he�d better get going because he had a job to do somewhere. �Are you sure you can�t stay for just a little longer?� She said. �No, I really should go.� James said. Amy gently pulled the towel off from around his waist. It fell to the floor and his giant black dick flopped out right in front of her face. She took his cock in her hands stroked it slowly. I felt my own cock growing hard as I watched. She put the huge head of his cock in her mouth and gently sucked it as she continued to stroke his massive shaft. James moaned and tipped his head back. Amy started stroking faster and taking as much of his giant cock into her mouth that she could. His cock was getting hard and growing longer by the second. I couldn�t believe the size of it. She had both of her hands wrapped around it, and there was still 2 or 3 inches left to the head that she was sucking on. It was at least 10 inches long, and as thick as a beer can. After she got him nice and hard, she leaned back onto the bed and opened her towel. James climbed back on top of her and buried his huge black cock inside her. Amy spread her legs and made a loud gasping sound as James slowly shoved the entire length of his dick into her. She started making these high pitched moans and cries that I�d never heard her make in our 20 years of love making. He started pounding her harder and harder as she had one orgasm after another. �Fuck me, James! Oh GOD YES!� She cried. He fucked her hard and fast for a good 15 minutes. Then he quickly stood up. He grabbed her arms and pulled her back up to a sitting position. He shoved his cock back into her mouth and started jacking off. After a few seconds he let out a loud groan. He put his hands on the back of Amy�s head began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth as he shot his huge load down her throat. Amy slurped, and gulped, coughing a few times before she finally swallowed his cum and sucked him dry. I felt my cock throbbing in my pants as I watched her. I couldn�t take anymore and I came in my pants right there in the hall. I didn�t know what to do, so I quickly ran from the house. I got in my car and drove away before they knew I was there. I drove down to the park and sat there in my car for two hours, thinking about what had just happened. Around 5 pm, I decided to just go home like I�d been at work all day. James was gone, and my wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She acted normal, like nothing at all had happened. If fact, she was in a great mood. She was laughing and joking around, telling me about a house that she will be selling soon. I couldn�t stop thinking about it all evening. I wanted to say something, but didn�t know how to say it. I wanted to know how long it had been going on. How many times had she done this? Was James the only guy? That night when we went to bed, I was thinking about watching her with James. My dick got hard again and we ended up having sex. I was so horny that I fucked her longer and harder than I had in a long time. I wanted to see if I could get her to moan and cry like James did earlier. I did get her to moan a little bit, but it was nothing like the noises that I�d heard her make when James was fucking her. All the next day at work I couldn�t stop thinking about it. I kept wondering if James was over there right now fucking her brains out. My cock was hard all day long. I couldn�t wait to get home that night and have sex with her again. We made love again that night. Amy was happy to get it two nights in a row. �Wow, what�s got into you?� She asked. Our love making had become less and less over the last few years. When you�ve been married for almost 20 years, and you get to be my age, things just don�t work as good as they used to. Sometimes we go months without sex. But after watching Amy and James go at it, something had sparked inside of me. So when Friday night rolled around and I was ready to have sex for the third night in a row, my wife knew something was up. �What has gotten into you?� She asked. �Believe me, I�m not complaining.� She said. �I�ve been telling you for years that we should have sex more often, but I can�t even remember the last time that you�ve been this frisky!� She said. So I finally confessed. �Honey, I want to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the honest truth. I still love you, and I always will. But I need the truth.� I said. She looked worried and confused. �Of course baby, what is it?� She asked. �How long has it been going on between you and James?� I asked. �I don�t know what you�re talking about!� She said. �Honey, I promise you that I�m not mad. I just want you to tell me the truth.� I said. I could see big tears starting to swell up in her eyes. �There�s nothing to tell.� She said. I finally told her about how I came home early Tuesday. I told her that I saw them in the shower, and I�d watched them have sex. She started crying and yelling at me. Leave it to a woman to turn the tables and make everything the man�s fault. �It�s you�re fault!� She cried. �You never want to have sex. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to go without? A few times a year is just not enough, I�ve told you that.� She cried. She fell to the floor and started bawling her eyes out. I sat down with her and held her in my arms. She kept crying and telling me that she was sorry. She told me that she loved me and she would never do it again. She told me to fire James tomorrow and assured me that he was the only guy that she�d ever been with since our marriage. We stayed up late that night and made love and held each other close. That�s when I told her about how watching her with James had made me feel. The excitement it gave me and how it had boosted my sex drive. She didn�t know what to think. She told me that I was crazy. �If I caught you having sex with another woman, I�d kill you!� She said. I told her that I would never want another woman. I also told her that I know that James is a strong, good looking, very well packaged, young man. I�m 47 years old. I can still have sex now and then, but I know from watching them that day, that there are things that he can do for her sexually that I could never do. And I want her to experience that. At the same time, if I could watch her with him and maybe even join in, that it could be a major boost to our sex lives. She was a bit freaked out with the idea at first. �I don�t know if I could do it with you watching me.� She said. �And what makes you think that James would go for it?� She asked. �Just leave it to me. I have a plan.� I said. We both got so horny talking about it, that we had sex again before finally going to bed. The next day was Saturday and James showed up at 10 am just like he always did. He had his own key to the shed, so he�d always just start mowing and trimming if we were weren�t around. Amy and I awoke to the sound of James outside mowing. She rolled over and smiled at me. �So, what�s this big plan of yours?� She asked. �Well, first I want you to take a shower, fix your hair, and put on something sexy.� I said. �Do you mean like a nice little skirt or shorts?� She asked. �No, I mean like some lingerie and stockings.� I said. �What? Are you serious?� She asked. �I haven�t worn any of that stuff for a long time. I don�t even know if it still fits.� She said. �I�m sure that you can find something.� I said. �I can�t believe that you�re making me do this!� She said. She took a shower and blow-dried her beautiful shoulder length blonde hair. Then she started trying on stuff. She looked really sexy in everything, but I decided that she should wear the white stockings and lacy top with no panties. I had her lay on the bed and I shaved her pussy with my electric shaver. I started licking her pussy to get her nice and wet. I stuck my tongue inside her and sucked on her clit until she was begging me to fuck her. �Fuck me baby, please. Please fuck me.� She begged. �Sorry Honey, but I�m going to let James take care of you.� I said. �Oh god.� She said as she stuck her finger inside her wet pussy. �I love you so much baby.� She said. �I love you too.� I said. �I don�t know if I can do this.� She said. �Are you really sure that you want to do this?� She asked. I put my head back between her legs and buried my face into her hot, wet snatch. Her pussy was as hot as ever and was already starting to leak cum. I stood up and walked out of the room. I went outside and waved to James. He had finished the mowing and was almost done trimming. I motioned for him to come up to the house. He turned off the trimmer and came to the back door. I opened the door and told him to come inside. He looked a little nervous and asked, �What do you need, Mr. Evans?� James was wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. He was drenched with sweat and had little blades of grass stuck to his skin from trimming. �Well, you�ve been such a big help around here James, that I really wanted to thank you for all of your hard work.� �I�m just doing my job, Mr. Evans. It�s what you pay me to do.� He said. �I know, but I want to give you a little bonus.� I said. I got my wallet out and handed him a one hundred dollar bill. His eyes lit up. �Well, thank you Mr. Evans! I really do appreciate it!� He said. �Well, Amy and I really appreciate all that you do around here.� I said. �I�ve got something else for you too.� I said. �Really? What is it?� He asked. �It�s just a little gift from Amy and I. It�s back here.� I said. He followed me down the hallway to the bedroom. We walked into the room where Amy was lying on the bed on her stomach. Her bare ass and white stockings stared us right in the face. She turned her head and looked at James. �This was all his idea.� She said, pointing at me. James was surprised, to say the least. His eyes were big. He looked at me and said, �Mr. Evans, I can�t.� �James, I�m the boss, and I�m telling you to do this. Now don�t insult me by not accepting my gift.� I patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I didn�t know how he�d feel having me watch him fuck my wife, so I left them alone. Of course I snuck back down the hall a few minutes later so I could hear the sounds of Amy moaning as James pounded her with his gigantic black cock. They went at it for about an hour. I stood out in the hall and listened to Amy�s cries of pleasure as she begged James to fuck her. I tried to count her orgasms. I�m pretty sure that she had four. When they were done I hurried outside and sat on the deck like I�d been there the whole time. James came outside still covered in sweat. �I don�t know what to say, Mr. Evans. You�re the coolest guy that I�ve ever met.� He said. �Well, I know that you and Amy have been having sex while I�m at work. I just wanted to let you know that I�m cool with it.� �Really? You don�t mind?� He asked. �I�d rather that you do it on the weekends when I�m here. But, you can still do it every now and than during the week if you�d like also.� I said. �Damn, that�s cool as hell. Thanks Mr. Evans.� He said. �Well, I�d better finish up the trimming and stuff for before I leave.� He said. My cock was still hard as a rock from listening to them from outside the bedroom door. I went back inside to the bedroom. Amy was still lying on her back in bed with her legs spread, half asleep. He had worn her out. Her pussy was a sticky mess and there was a large puddle of cum between her legs. There was still cum oozing out from inside her and onto the bed. I ripped my pants off and hopped on top of her. Her pussy felt so good all wet and sloppy. Her pussy was so full of cum, that when our crotches slapped together it splattered cum all over our stomachs. By the time we were done, we were both drenched with cum. It was probably the best sex that we�d ever had. We took a nap and than showered together later. We both agreed that this was something that we definitely wanted to do again. In fact, every Saturday for the next two months, James would come over and do his chores, but before he left, he would always come inside and bang the shit out of Amy. She said that she liked it best when he was hot and sweaty, so they would always do it right after he got done mowing. I�d usually get her warmed up for him. I�d lick her pussy and finger fuck her until she was begging to be fucked. �Go get James, baby.� She�d say. I�d go out onto the deck and sit at the table. I�d wave to James and he�d know that was his cue to go inside to Amy. He got much more comfortable with me being around. I started joining them at times. Amy would suck my dick while James fucked her from behind. We�d trade places and take turns on her. She loved it. But I still let them do it alone sometimes also. Most of the time I couldn�t keep up with James. He�s a sex machine. I would just have to get out of the way and let him fuck her hard like she wanted it. I enjoy watching them more than anything. It�s better than any porno movie that I�ve ever seen. I also like to take pictures of them together and look at them later. It still always amazes me how he can get that huge, ten inch cock inside Amy�s tight little pussy. She likes to get on top of him and bounce up and down on it until it drives him crazy. Then he�ll flip her over and fuck her like crazy, making her scream to an orgasm. When winter months rolled around, James still came over every Saturday. We�ve become great friends and he often spends the night with us. He has sex with Amy more than I do, but I don�t mind. Amy and I still have sex more now than we have in years. I know that they still have sex sometimes when I�m at work. I just don�t ask her about it. As long as I can still watch her fuck him on the weekends and join in when I feel like it, I�m happy. And Amy seems to be happier than I�ve ever seen her.