“You should redownload Tinder"

It had been over a year since her BBC gangbang. I’m not proud to admit it, but it led to more than a couple fights. It’s hard to see your wife in the same light after something like that. But my hunger was back.

“You should redownload Tinder.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You should find a guy on Tinder, like we did that one time. I know it’s been a while, but…”

She raised an eyebrow.

I loved sharing her. I loved watching my wife get dicked down by an alpha. She deserved it. Whatever insecurity and self-consciousness had gotten in the way before had completely melted down into pure, lustful desire. Fuck, I really wanted to share her. I regretted every word I’d ever said that suggested otherwise.

I think she could detect this change in me. Besides, I hadn’t exactly been living up to my sexual obligations, lately. I wanted to fuck her, and I did, but I’d been finishing way too early. I usually don’t get embarrassed by that kind of thing. But it was clear she wanted more, and for some reason, I just couldn’t give it to her. I’d never felt inadequate before. Sharing my wife with other men was never about that. It was never a humiliation ritual, like it seemed to be for some cucks. And it still wasn’t, for me. But she needed a man to fuck her for longer than sixty seconds. It was obvious. She needed to get properly dicked down.

“I mean,” she hesitated. “Are you sure? You want that?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “Do it for me. You can have anyone you want,” I told her.

“Even a black guy?” She teased.

I was hoping she’d say that.

“Well, let’s not push it. Unless…” I shrugged.

She looked surprised. “Really? You’d be okay with that?”

I gave her a smile. “I’d be okay with that.”