Careless wishes

Tom was startled as Sarah dashed past him and ran upstairs. He heard the shower running and put his ear to the door. The sound of wet slapping suggested she had the dildo attached to the wall and was fucking it. “Oh god, why?” she said through her moans of pleasure. “What’s wrong with me?” It was odd to listen to her. She seemed to be upset yet she was vigorously pleasuring herself.

He waited until she had finished and said “Tell me your secrets.”

“I sucked a security guard's cock,” she replied in a trance.

“What happened?” he asked, **** to know more.

“What? Nothing, I just spilt coffee over myself. I was **** to wash it off.”

He tried the command again but just got the same answer. He had found a flaw in his wish. He needed to be able to ask questions and get her to describe things. He fished out the coin and altered the wish. “I wish that the command ‘tell me your secrets’ puts her in a trance where she will answer all my questions until I say ‘snap out of it’. It was only a little wish and he barely felt the wave of reality-altering.

He dashed back and gave her the command again. He got her to describe everything in detail. He risked getting his cock out as he listened to her like an audiobook while he jacked off. His own needs satisfied he woke her up. The fact that she wasn’t going to willingly tell him what happened was turning him on again but he chose to ignore it and hope that it wouldn’t be long before something new happened.

She didn’t go out for days. She went to work but she wouldn’t risk going to the corner shop for milk. She didn’t even masturbate for a couple of days but Tom caught her doing it in the shower. He didn’t let on that he’d seen her but it was good to know that the desire was still there.

One day he decided that he would have to **** the situation. “Come on,” he said to her one day. “I’m fed up of sitting around the house. Let’s go out and get some lunch.”

She didn’t want to go but she couldn’t see a way of turning him down without raising a lot of questions so she begrudgingly went. She had settled into the idea that she could just satisfy her urges with toys and she would just have to avoid black guys. She knew it wasn’t realistic or practical so she allowed herself to be taken out.

So far, so good, she thought to herself. she had seen a few black guys while they were out and, while they were pretty cute she only had a passing fancy for them. She couldn’t quite work out what drew her to some of the guys over others. A genuinely handsome black man in a business suit had walked past and she had glanced his way. A lanky young man hanging out in a shop doorway had made her hum in appreciation. He was nowhere near as handsome as the business guy yet something made her more drawn to him.

Tom was a little frustrated. He wanted someone to come on to her but he considered that being with him might be both, putting her off from sending out signals or putting guys off from approaching her. He saw a takeout shop that gave him an idea. “I don’t think I’ve ever had Jerk chicken before. Do you fancy trying it?” he asked but he didn’t want to give her the chance to refuse so he started walking towards the shop.

Sarah panicked slightly but chased after Tom. She hoped that it would be a woman behind the counter. She was not in luck. She licked her lips at the tall, bearded and dreadlocked black man. “Somebody’s lookin’ hungry,” said the man behind the counter with a wink at Sarah that made her heart flutter.

“This is my first time trying Jamaican food. What do you suggest?” Tom asked.

The man turned to him. “If it’s ya first time ya have ta try mi jerk,” he said in his thick accent. “Never fret. I’ll make it white boy spicy.”

Tom laughed. “Thanks very much. I am a bit of a wimp with spice.”

“An’ what about the fine woman? Ya’ want taste of ma spicy meat?”

Sarah touched her neck. “I’d love to try your spicy meat,” she said, her voice thick with innuendo.

Tom could see her switch it on. She oozed sex appeal and even a guy as dense as himself could tell that she was interested. He looked back at the guy whose eyes were all over her. She walked forward and leaned on the counter, the tops of her arms squeezing her chest a little and making her formerly modest cleavage suddenly outrageous. “I hope there’s a lot. I have a big appetite.”

The man behind the counter said nothing but chuckled to himself. After that, he was more professional. Tom assumed he was stopping himself from saying more. Sarah on the other hand, was checking him out like he was the dish being served. “Are you okay, love?” Tom asked her. She snapped out of her reverie and seemed to realise that she had been busted. “I think I’m just hungrier than I thought.”

“Don’t worry, lovely lady. We will soon have you filled,” said the cook.

Sarah giggled and blushed but looked at Tom and didn’t reply.

Their food was served up and the guy behind the counter gave Sarah a wink as he handed it to her, making her bite her lip. They took their food and walked out as there was no space to eat it there. They found a bench and enjoyed the frankly delicious food.

Sarah was quiet and it wasn’t until the drive home that Tom said, “Shall we talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“About how you behaved in the takeaway, about your taste in porn and about the big black dildo you love so much?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, burying her head in her hands. “I don’t know what’s going on with me. It’s the black guy thing. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t embarrassed.”

“You weren’t? But I was flirting so much with that sexy guy.”

Tom found it amusing that she couldn’t help but drop the word sexy in there. “Whatever this is love, I think you need to explore it.”

“No. That’s not right.” She seemed distressed. “You aren’t supposed to be okay with it. You should be upset. Why aren’t you upset?”

Tom shrugged. “I suppose I can just see that you have a need and I want you to be happy.”

“It doesn't make me happy thinking that my husband doesn't care if I sleep with another man. Do you want to get rid of me because I don’t want to sleep with you?”

It descended into an argument. By the end of the car journey, they weren’t talking. Tom was feeling bitter. The fact that she had already technically cheated on him made it worse. He sat in his office with the coin in his hand. He had been trying to think of a wish but it had descended into him muttering at himself. “I can’t believe she’s getting so high and mighty. She literally sucked a guy's cock just the other day. I wish she would stop being so damn moralistic about the whole situation.

There was the familiar dip in consciousness that accompanied the shift in reality. “Shit,” said Tom out loud. “That was careless.” He sat in his chair fretting over the careless wish. He thought over what he had said. It could be bad. It was kind of vague but how would it get translated into Sarah’s behaviour? Less moralistic. Would that mean fewer morals and how much less would it be?

His heart was racing and his cock grew hard. Outside of his lust to see his wife become a slut for black cock, fucking up his relationship was a big part of that. Still, he didn’t want to lose her all together. He put the coin away, his hand shaking with adrenaline. He needed to find Sarah.

He looked in the bedroom but she wasn’t there. He heard the TV coming from the living room. He walked in to find her with her top half supported by the coffee table as her hips rode the black dildo. Interracial porn was on the big screen and she seemed to be positively drooling over the scene on the screen.

She heard him come in and cast the briefest glance his way before turning back to the screen, her hips never halting. “I needed to relieve some tension,” she panted. “I’m close, just let me finish.”

Tom sat down to one side and watched as she hungrily consumed the pornography and bounced on the black dildo, shiny with her juices. He watched her get more aggressive, sweat shining on her skin, her face flushed and mouth open. He could see the tension of her orgasm build, her eyes crunch closed before the final release.

She lay panting for a moment after her orgasm subsided. She lifted her head up and paused the video. She slid the dildo out of her and carried it to the couch where she slumped down, still slightly out of breath. “I thought you might have jacked off,” she said, now paying attention to Tom. “I wouldn’t have minded. I know you have needs.”

“I didn’t think it was appropriate after the drive home. I wasn’t sure how we were.”

Sarah opened her legs and showed off her well-played with pussy. She ran her fingers over it as if considering its status before bringing the tip of the dildo to the opening and sliding it in. “I was just too horny after flirting with that guy,” she groaned. Tom watched her slowly work her pussy with the dildo before she spoke again. “I’m sorry. After I got back and calmed down I realised that I was being unreasonable. I just thought that, as my husband, you were supposed to be against all that. It seemed wrong that you wouldn’t care.”

“I do care. That’s the point. You clearly want, this,” he said gesturing towards what she was doing.

“I know and I do. I want this so much I can’t quite believe it,” she groaned those words around her pleasure. “It frightens me how much I want it. Can I really ask you to let me?”

“Ask me.”

“Tom, can I please have sex with a black guy?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, god. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that,” she groaned and started to move the dildo faster. “Baby, could you play the video for me? I want to see his big black cock fucking that pretty white girl.” Tom stood up and started the video. Sarah looked at him and smiled lovingly. “Thank you, baby, we can talk more later but for right now, could you leave me alone?”

Tom didn’t say anything. He just stood up and walked out of the room. He didn’t get far before he peered around the door and started jacking off, Sarah far too engrossed in the porn to realise he was there.

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