Amy’s Metamorphosis

This is a continuation of both the Stretching and Hotwifing series, chronicling the increasingly extreme sexual behavior of a wild and adventurous couple. I feel this is where the next part of the adventure begins, and in retrospect, it seems like this point in the journey was the turning point, although there have been many.

Gotta put labels on everything. Why do people feel the need to group things together into a box? Our society seems more concerned with labels than ever. Part of me was compelled to continue in the Loving Wives section just to watch the LW Gestapo completely lose their shit. It’s bizarre how a bunch of neo-Nazis mother fuckers (no proof of that btw, just a theory) feel the righteousness to police an online porn story compositor. “Oh, I thought Loving Wives was about love stories, that’s how I found this site.” Right, no one is buying it. News flash, it’s all still porn, and I’m pretty sure any form of porn punches your ticket straight to hell. Who gives a shit if it’s gangbang, bukkake, fisting, whoring, dogging, scat, rape, etc.? It’s all porn you sick perverts. Ok. I’m done.

Since I have to pick a label to publish this story, I feel it fits better in the Interracial section for now, but you could just throw a dart to pick. These adventures could just as easily go into BDSM, Exhibitionist, Fetish, Group Sex, Mature, and Mind Control, as well as LW. In some ways, it belongs in all of them.

Hey stupid. Yes, you. This is a warning. It gets darker and more perverse from here. If this type of extreme shit is not for you, then stop fucking reading here. I guaran-fucking-tee you that even though this warning is clearly posted, the same dipshits are going to complain in the comments section. I think they secretly like it. Ok, now I’m done.

For those who don’t want to go back and read our adventures, here’s a brief synopsis. It’s like a carnival ride now, so strap a board to your ass and make sure you don’t fall off…..or in. Get it. By this time, we were both 40ish, and had been together for about 20 years. My wife, Amy, the hero, or is it villain, is a size queen and we spent many kinky years playing with fisting and inhumanly large dildos and doing all kinds of crazy shit around vaginal stretching. She also has domination fantasies, which we have delved into a little from time to time and are far deeper and stronger than I ever understood. After finally admitting my hotwife fantasies, and I admitted everything, her not just sleeping with another man, but actually doing gangbangs and other real nasty stuff.

We started chatting and playing with other men, but it took 9 months for her to reluctantly sleep with someone, and it progressed from there, although not without some missteps and struggles. At this point, my wife had now slept with 10 men. This starts during the months following her first ever gangbang in Las Vegas, while actually it was 2 gangbangs, but with the same bunch of 3 guys over a weekend. Looking back, this was the point where everything changed. Anyway, it will make a lot more sense if you go back and read the Hotwifing series. You don’t need to bother with Stretching unless that is your thing.

Metamorphosis – a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

Part 1

Amy’s Admission and Coming Out Party.

Winter/Spring 2019

After the aftermath of the crazy weekend in Vegas, things mostly returned to a normal non-hotwife life. Although we discussed it thoroughly in the days following the weekend, after that, she didn’t really want to talk about it much. I assumed it was Amy’s guilt about acting like a slut, and also the realization of how risky our behavior had been. She told me that she was glad she had fulfilled my fantasy in Vegas, and it was fun, but she would not do anything like that again. She wanted to take a “break” from hotwifing which was encouraging as the last time she took a break she completely shut it down. Although she left the door open by saying it was a “break” this time, she instantly deflected every time I brought up the prospect of playing and seemed annoyed when I brought up the gangbang. Her reaction was less combative from what she had been like after the night with Dwayne and his roommates though.

She would indulge in slutty role play sessions when she was in the mood and typical to our sex life, it always involved a giant dildo, my giant penis sleeve, or fisting, and more recently lots of talk about her fucking other guys. It now seemed she was planning to keep going, but in her own due time. We did not play again the rest of the year, and there were times I wondered if we might actually be done hotwifing, and the insane gangbang weekend in Vegas was the grand finale. We were extremely busy that fall, and the Holidays are always crazy. While our sex life was on fire after the Vegas weekend, it had cooled down again around the Holidays. We were super good though, as loving, and intimate as we had ever been.

If we were done, I could live with it, as fantasies had been realized beyond my wildest dreams. Okay, not my wildest dreams, as I am a deviant, but still pretty fucking amazing. She had now fucked 10 guys total, fucked a guy on a first date in our car, blown another complete stranger, done a nasty epic gangbang, and had a train run on her. I never would have thought she’d be down with the group sex thing, but she had now done it 3 times (twice in Vegas and the one night with Dwayne’s roommates when I was not there). This was all much more than most wives can ever claim. I would be lying if I said this did not permanently change our relationship in some way. I had witnessed Amy turn into a total dirty slut, and she had done it all in front of me. I did not ask for it as she led the charge that last day and night. Sure, I invited them back to our room, but had no idea she’d end up fucking them the rest of the weekend. I loved my wife more than ever, but there was something different about her now. An innocence that she was barely hanging onto anyway, was lost. For almost 20 years, I had imagined her as the good girl that had only had sex with a few guys.

We had come back from Vegas as different people. Amy had changed even before that trip. I saw it happening. From the girl who reluctantly met, although gladly fucked, Byron at first, to the woman who started fucking guys minutes after meeting them, let guys run a train on her, let a stranger finger her in a strip club, sucked another stranger’s cock as he drove, and then eagerly gangbanged 3 guys twice. The revelations of the last few years and finding out about her past, but even more so the dirty slut things she had done, had taken that innocence. I thought a lot about Amy admitting to slutting around before we met. She had hidden this for nearly 20 years. Besides watching her slutty behavior, it was the admission that she fucked a lot more guys than I had originally thought, like 20 more, and most were the year before meeting me. A little less than 2 years ago, I thought she had only been with 5 or 6 guys, but her admission that she had actually been with 25, in addition to another 10 in the last 15 months meant 35 other men had been in my sluts pussy. The crazy part was that this drove me absolutely wild as I loved the idea of her sleeping with many different men.

She had mentioned opening Pandora’s box when I told her my fantasy. Was she actually a slut that had just hid and suppressed it all these years? She was a fun, sexual being, but was she a dirty slut at heart? Even when we first started dating, she asked me to fuck her ass and would suck my cock in the car, or fuck in the bathroom at a party. She has always been my personal slut and enjoyed some really kinky shit but doing it with multiple other men is a new level. There is no way a woman that lets a group of guys use her like that is not a slut. As much as everything above may sound negative, it was not. Amy had been as attentive, appreciative, and loving as ever. I was the same. I loved her deeply for everything she was, and for sharing it with me. Everything we had done had brought us closer together and increased our trust. We knew more things about each other, deep dark secrets, that we could never share with another person. Was she a good girl or a slut? Was I sold a bill of goods that was not real? We had done nothing since Vegas though. It had been months of nothing. I would soon learn that after Vegas my little caterpillar went into her cocoon. What would emerge?

Even though we were on a break, I suspected there was something deep inside her that had long been suppressed, something that needed to be satisfied. Once the right buttons were pushed, she’d be in full slut mode. I will tell this to anyone considering hotwifing. Your marriage will change in one way or another. I would never get the image of her laying on her back with her legs spread while multiple guys took their turn fucking her, or her digging her nails into a guys back as she shuttered in orgasm, or her passionately kissing sessions. The problem was I did not want to. Every time I pictured it in my head it made my heart race, and my dick rock hard. I had changed too. I not only allowed, but actually encouraged my wife to be a slut, right in front of my eyes. It was different with Dwayne and his roommates the night they ran a train on her. I was not there to stop it. It’s hard to explain but being there in Vegas and allowing that to happen, changed how Amy saw me, or at least what she was comfortable with doing in front of me.

It had been over three months since the Vegas trip and Amy had not played at all. Any time we discussed the prospect of playing with someone, which had been infrequent lately, she would just say “when the time is right.” I thought her love for huge cock would eventually win out, and it did. Just after New Year’s I brought up the topic of playing again and she said, “I’ve been thinking about it too, and I want to see Byron and Keith again. We needed to slow down for a while. I felt we were getting out of control. I do miss having sex with them and think I am ready now if you are.”

“Yes, I’m ready when you are baby. Have you talked to them?”

“No, not at all, I haven’t talked to any guys since Vegas. I was not ready.” She explained.

“What brought this on?” I calmly asked, as I had been expecting this months ago.

“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the past year. I’m still coming to grips with what we’ve done. We took marriage vows, and now I’m having sex with other men. It’s not what a good wife and mother is supposed to do. I’ve done things I never dreamed I’d do. I mean, what kind of woman has sex with 4 men at once? Some of the sex has been mind blowing though. I can’t deny that. I’ve come to terms with it now though. If you want it, why am I denying it. After all, I’m the one who gets to have all the fun. I’ve decided to finally admit to myself that I’m a hotwife, and I enjoy sex with other men. It’s fun and exciting to experiment with.” She hesitantly explained.

“I love you. I’ve been struggling with it too. I feel extreme guilt sometimes, like you have always done this just to please me, like I am a terrible husband for letting you. My biggest fear is that you somehow love me less.”

“I love you more than ever. You are my best friend, my soul mate. The minute either one of us wants to stop this, we do it, no questions asked. We have to agree on that and be open and honest about it. If it starts to damage us in any way, it’s over. Sex games are not worth damaging our relationship.”

In some ways I felt relief. Not because I wanted her to go sleep with other men, but because I had long worried that Amy had done everything just to please me. I had my own guilt in many ways, and that she’d someday resent me for pushing her into having sex with other men. Not only that, but the weeks after the Vegas weekend I had constant turmoil. One minute I’d be sick to my stomach about letting my wife act so slutty and letting a group of men use her, but another minute be jerking off to the pics and videos of her fucking these other guys. I kept asking myself if this is what I really wanted. This was all her decision though as I had not said a peep about playing recently. She set dates with both men. Finally, after nearly 5 months since last seeing Byron, she would reunite with him. She would reunite with Keith a week later, and it had been nearly 7 months since seeing him. Reuniting with both men was insanely hot and it reminded me just how good Amy was with these guys and how well they fucked her. It was like she had put 2018 behind her and was back on the hotwife horse.

She once again started messaging with some new guys. We talked about her finding regular guys versus one-time things. After all, 7 of the 10 guys she had fucked had been only once or a few times, but the other 3 she had fucked about 30 times total, with Byron being the most. One of the hotwife dilemmas we were learning about. What is better, quality or quantity? She admitted she was loving the sex she had with Keith and Byron, had missed it, and we decided she was going to make sex with both a regular thing. She started the testing routine again along with the guys and went back on the pill.

For the next few months, we settled into a groove of Amy having regular sex with her two guys, meeting each about 2-3 times per month on average when our schedule allowed. We had gotten comfortable with both Keith and Byron, as Amy had now had sex with Keith at least a dozen times and Byron probably twice that. She was honest with both of them, and although they were curious about each other, they never met. Amy thinks it added a little competition as they both wanted to be the one who ‘fucked her better’. Sex with both men had gotten amazing (her words, but I could tell just by watching) and she really let herself go when she was with them. I finally felt more secure and comfortable with her fucking both of her big dick studs regularly, and she was meeting them solo on occasion. It was just the norm for her to meet up with one of her fuck buddies regularly. Not only that, but now that she was on the pill, and with regular tests, both guys were cumming inside my wife. It is incredibly intense when you see another man’s ass clench and fill your wife deep with his seed. Even on her solo visits I could not wait for her to come home after fucking them and feel her pussy already filled with one of her boyfriend’s cum. Another interesting note was that Byron regularly fisted her when they were having sex. She never did with Keith though as it was clearly something he had no interest in.

It is strange to have your wife with two “boyfriends” suddenly become normal, but that is where we were, and we were great. Both guys cared for Amy, and although they fucked her silly and treated her like the slut she is in the bedroom, they were respectful, and gentlemen like outside the bedroom. She was not going to leave me, and she did not love these guys. It was just good adult fun. Our hotwife relationship had settled into a groove and Amy reached a level where she was comfortable, and absolutely guilt free fucking her guys. She was always a fairly confident person but was now confident in her sexuality in a new way. She had become much more open about discussing sex as well, and had no problem telling me how good her guys fucked her, where at one time she may have hide or denied it, as she was afraid it may hurt my feelings. She dressed and acted a little more provocatively, was watching more porn, spending more time online in forums and chats, sending dirty pics to prospective guys, and she became much more obvious when checking out guys. Amy was clearly getting mentally deeper into the lifestyle as she learned from her bulls and her online activity. I think it’s impossible for a wife who goes down the hotwife path not to.

We had passed the 2-year mark on our hotwife adventures and were as good as ever now. Maybe it was the guilt of regularly fucking other men, but Amy was loving, attentive to my needs, super affectionate, and our communication was off the charts. It’s weird, but my wife having two boyfriends made our marriage the best it had been in a long time. I was better at managing my angst as well. I had learned to avoid having an orgasm too soon, or not at all, as to avoid the post orgasm blues and the feeling of guilt, despair, and jealousy that accompany it. Anyone who has been in this situation knows exactly what I am talking about. We were having tons of sex too, although my cock alone did not spend much time in her pussy. This was not new though, it had been this way for over a decade, long before hotwifing.

We discussed it and it wasn’t a negative by any means, just a fact, and it did not hinder our sex life in any way. Another monumental change was her outlook on sex. In our adventures she’d come to realize that sex can also be a purely physical interaction, and just something you do for fun with no strings attached (I think she already knew this from her younger years sleeping around a bit, but she had to be reminded). Although, there were intimate times with both Keith and Byron when they were more tender and gentler with her. That was hard for me to watch, and I think it always would be.

I could sense we were both getting a little bored with our current situation. I finally told her the novelty of watching her have sex with Keith and Byron had started to wear off as that was the only playing, we had done in nearly 6 months. Been there, done that. She was having great sex with them, but it had lost some of its excitement. Turns out we were 100% on the same page. Amy had a short work trip to Tampa coming up and I asked, “Do you want to look for a play friend while you’re away?”

“Really, while I’m in Tampa, alone, won’t that make you jealous?”

“Yes, it will, but in a good way. I kind of think the ‘cheating wife’ scenario is hot. It’s not cheating of course, since you and I both know, and even your play friend, if you want to tell them anyway. I’ll be all over you when you get home.”

“So, you want me to fuck a stranger while I’m away in a hotel?”

“Fuck, yes, that sounds kind of hot. Not a real stranger, like someone from the bar though. That’s too risky and it’s uncertain you’ll find anyone you like. Why don’t you start looking for someone down there? Someone you can get to know a little first, and then go meet.”

“Okay, I’ll do it. Do you want to help? It’s always a lot of work sifting through the fakes and liars.” She said excitedly.

By this time, we were experienced with sites like AFF, SDC, SLS, and a few other forums/sites. This was how we had found Byron, Keith, Dwayne, Reggie, and Ray. Just to get you all up to speed on our adventures, besides the 5 mentioned above, Amy had fucked both of Dwayne’s roommates, and 3 guys we met randomly in Vegas. It’s easier to look for guys when you can confirm they are real, and even see feedback from other swingers/hotwives they have played with. Plus, Amy can window shop easily for her tall, muscular, and hung mate. It’s no secret that one of the reasons Amy is doing this is to find massively hung guys to play with. It makes it a lot easier when you can confirm that before wasting too much time.

After helping her sift through what felt like hundreds of guys, it did not take long for Amy to engage with about 2 dozen prospective guys, all of whom were over 6 feet, muscular, and hung (or claimed to be). Interestingly enough, not one white guy made the final cut of 24, and there were a few who fit her cock size specifications, she just didn’t pursue them. Of these, half were fake, or at least couldn’t prove they were real, or just flakes, and another 10 were just not the right fit or something was not right about the situation. Besides a romp with Byron one night, she spent most nights messaging with guys. Over the next week and a half before her trip, Amy had narrowed it down to 2 guys she was interested in meeting and had been messaging with both of them. One, Jason, was 30, 6′ 2″ and super muscular. He had a lot of good feedback from other hotwives. The other guy, Tom, was 44, 6′ 4″ and built like a bodybuilder. He actually competed at one time. He was massive. He had good reviews and feedback as well.

“Which one do I pick?” Amy asked me a few days before her departure.

“Hmm, you really can’t decide huh?”

“No, they both look fun, do you want to pick for me?”

“Why do you need to pick?”

“What?”

“Why don’t you meet both? You can meet one one night and the other another night. After all, there is a chance they don’t show, or what if you meet them in person and don’t feel it. I don’t think having a backup is bad.” I said.

“What if I like both of them though, you want me to go fuck two different guys in a few days?”

“If it happens, it happens, and there is a chance that it does not work out with either.”

“But what if it does?”

“Then it does.”

“You are okay sending your wife away to meet up with two hung strangers? Hmm, that does sound kind of hot. Two studs waiting for me to come visit. Okay, if that is what you want, why not.” Amy said, smiling.

This was going to be a new leaf for us, as it would be the first time, we had arranged for Amy to meet someone new without me. We were both extremely turned on by the prospect of Amy meeting someone new and fucking them without my interaction or involvement, and I was extra excited by how seemingly motivated she was to do it. A few days later, Amy was off to Florida for 3 nights. The second night she had arranged to meet Tom out for drinks. She had told him about us, and he knew that I knew they were going out. I talked with her right before 9:00 as she went into the bar to meet him and kept in contact with her by text during her date. I left out the emojis. Good thing I was watching a movie with the kids because I would have just been staring at my phone the whole time, well, I kind of was anyway.

9:05 Me: Hey sexy, how’s it going?

9:06 Amy: Good, he’s huge, his arms are the size of my waist.

9:06 Me: Really, do you like that?

9:08 Her: Yes, you know I like muscles. It’s a little scary though.

9:09 Me: Have fun. Update me soon. Love you.

9:10 Amy: Love you too.

9:19 Me: Hey, how’s it going? Are you guys making friends?

9:25 Me: Hey baby, the suspense is killing me, are you still together?

9:26 Amy: Yes. Having another drink.

9:26 Me:?? I need more. Are you feeling it?

9:27 Amy: Oh yes, I’m feeling it alright.

9:27 Me:???? More.

9:28 Amy: My hand is on his cock right now. My underwear is soaked too.

9:28 Me: Wow, so fucking hot. Does that mean you are gonna take him back to your room?

9:33 Me:???? Killing me. What is happening?

9:36 Amy: Hi baby, what do you want me to do?

9:36 Me: Does that mean you’re taking him back with you?

9:38 Amy: Is that what you want?

9:39 Me: Send me a pic of the two of you?

9:40 Amy: (Sends me a selfie of the two of them together, their faces touching as she makes a kissy face against his cheek)

I stare at the photo for a minute. I had seen pictures of Tom but seeing him in person next to my wife made it real. My dick was rock hard against my pants. There is my wife, sitting at a bar in Florida with a complete stranger, while I sit at home in my lounge chair, looking at our kids sitting on the couch across from me, with no idea what their mom is up to, and that their dad is participating in it. A feeling of guilt struck me. God, they can never ever know what their parents have done. It was soon overtaken by a feeling of lust and angst again, as I knew that big Tom and his big 9-inch dick were going to be fucking the daylights out of my wife tonight.

9:42 Me: You know what I want. I want you to be a naughty wife. I love you.

9:44 Amy: I told him you approve. He said thank you.

9:46 Me: Can you call from somewhere quiet. The movie is almost over and it’s bedtime after that. Time to say goodnight.

Five minutes later the phone rang. It was a short conversation, but we always make sure we call the kids to say goodnight when we are travelling. What a strange situation to have my wife on the phone, talking to her family, while she is in the midst of a large stranger that she will be fucking shortly. I told her I would talk to her later. The movie ended and the kids were off to bed. As soon as they were I tried to call Amy but got no answer. I texted her asking her to check in and a few minutes later she did. They had just gotten back to her room. I asked her to send me pictures, as many as possible. Over the next 30 minutes she sent a few pics. First, it was Tom standing behind her with his hands on her tits. Then, it was Amy, sucking his massive cock. Then his cock between her tits. The last pic I got was his cock buried half in her pussy. He had worn a condom as agreed. Tom was fucking my wife. I texted her to call me when they were done. Finally, after midnight, she called.

“Hey baby. I love you. You okay?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m good, are you?”

“Mmm hmm. She replied. I’m great.”

“Is he still there?

“No, he just left. I need to get to bed.”

“So, well, was it good?”

“Mmm hmmm, it was really good. I would definitely see Tom again if we ever come back here.” She said.

“Did you cum?”

“Yes, like 3 times. It was good baby. He was excellent with his mouth too. Almost as good as you. I came just from that.”

“Really, as good as me, fuck.”

“I said almost, you are still the best at that. Did you jerk off?’

“Yes, twice. It’s so fucking hot thinking about my naughty wife.”

“Good, are you happy about it?”

“Yes, I can’t wait for you to get home though.”

“Two more days. I love you baby. It’s time to go to bed now.”

“I love you. It’s gonna be hard to sleep tonight. Are you still thinking of meeting Jason tomorrow night?”

“What, I don’t know. I’d say plan A worked pretty well. I’m pretty satisfied right now and need some sleep. We’ll discuss it tomorrow. Love you. Goodnight baby.”

I actually woke up in the middle of the night and had a hard time getting back to sleep. I jerked off one more time looking at the pics of my wife with Tom. Back to sleep. The next morning was business as usual. Kids school, work for the wife in Florida, and myself back home. We texted briefly in the morning. I knew she was in intense meetings all day, so it was hard to get into a conversation. Finally, around lunch we had time to catch up.

“Hey sexy, how is your day going?” I asked.

“It’s good, it sucks sitting in a meeting room all day when it’s so nice out.”

“Yes, at least you can go outside, it’s like 30 here. How are you feeling today, my naughty wife?”

“Good, a little tired but not too bad. I slept like a baby last night.”

“Good, maybe that’s what you need, a good dose of cock to help you sleep.” I joked.

“Maybe.”

“So, have you thought about meeting Jason tonight, maybe get yourself another good dose?”

“You really want this huh. I just fucked someone last night and you’re okay with me meeting another guy tonight?”

“I think it’s hot. It’s not what I want though. Is that what you want?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna have lunch and think about it. I love you, my perverted husband.”

Finally, after an uneventful rest of the day I caught up with Amy around 5:30.

“Hey baby, how was the rest of the day?” I asked.

“It was the same as the start. More sitting in a room. It was productive though. I gave a presentation this afternoon.”

“Cool, how’d it go?”

“Good, lots to work on when I get home.”

“What are your plans for tonight?” I asked.

“A group of us are meeting for drinks in 15 minutes and then to dinner?”

“Did they wonder where you disappeared to last night?”

“Oh, they know I am a good girl who just goes off to bed early.”

“That’s so fucking hot. They all think you’re an innocent wife that went off to bed last night. What are your plans later?” I asked, looking for clarity on her decision about Jason.

“Oh, you mean Jason.” She said coyly.

“Yes, Jason, what did you decide?”

“I’m meeting Jason for drinks at the same restaurant bar I met Tom at last night.”

This was so fucking hot to me that my cock got hard instantly. “Really, that’s so naughty. What if the bartender or one of the staff recognizes you? I’m sure they knew what you were up to last night.”

“What if they do. It actually makes me kind of hot thinking about it. Like getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar.”

“Fuck, that’s hot baby.”

It was set. My wife was going to meet her second potential lover in two days. She was really getting into this. This evening would play out a lot like the previous one. I texted with my wife while she had drinks with her prospective lover. Once again, it went well, and within 30 minutes she had decided she was going to take another lover. This time around I got 2 pictures. One of the two of them together, and another with Amy sucking his cock. He was gone a little before midnight. Once again, she had a great time, and great sex. She said Jason was more forceful, rougher, and very dominant. He slapped her ass and her tits, pulled her hair, and called her names, which is all stuff she likes. She said she enjoyed the rough treatment and had repeated orgasms. The next afternoon she was on a plane home. I could not wait for her to get home. My hotwife had just fucked two new guys without me and I could not wait to get to bed to reclaim her. She had just had another two dates, and another two new men. She had yet to go on a date where she did not sleep with the guy. What an easy slut, I lovingly thought.

After the Florida adventure, we settled back into the routine of meeting with Keith and Byron for the next 6 to 7 weeks. Things had slowly progressed with both Keith and Byron as they became comfortable with each other. Amy liked it rough. Ass and tits slapped, nipples pinched and pulled, hair pulled, lightly choked, and dirty talk/name calling as well. It was all part of Amy’s sexual awakening, and she became more and more submissive to her bulls. It was around this time we had organized a few nights where she fucked one guy and then the other to add excitement.

We would spend an hour or so with one guy, then drive the other half hour to meet the other guy. Neither had a clue both times we had done it, and thought she was just super excited to see them. It was our little secret and added to the hotness. It was now May and Amy had recently celebrated her 39th birthday. We were going to the Turks and Caicos in a few weeks for an awards work trip I had won, and she had been hitting the gym hard. She looked super toned and amazing. Just to refresh your memory or for those new to our story, Amy stands about 5’3″, is a petite 115lbs, has long dark hair, olive skin, great abs, a muscular round ass, and big DD fake boobs. She also has a very big pussy and loves anything huge inside of her. She is smoking hot, and fucks like a total slut.

Once again, I started to feel the sensation of familiarity with our situation, and even the double date nights quickly became less exciting. She immediately admitted she had been feeling the same and told me that she had started chatting with Ray a lot recently, after the Florida adventure, and she wanted to meet him again, which was all news to me. By now I was less involved in the conversations Amy was having messaging with various guys. We still shared the accounts, and I would check in from time to time and read some, but the excitement of her chatting with guys had worn off. Especially since it seemed most conversations went nowhere and there was an absurd amount of fakes. It had been over 10 months since the night with Ray. I knew he had been trying to get with Amy again. She had kept him at bay and admitted the way he had treated and dominated her scared her a little, and she had also settled into her routine with Keith and Byron. She had now had 3 men she was getting plenty of good sex from and it kept her busy. We had also been at this for over 2 years now and were no longer newbies.

I jumped on it that same night, and after loosening Amy up with several glasses of wine and an edible, we talked about the prospect of meeting Ray again. Ray was a guy we had met once a little less than a year ago who totally dominated and owned Amy like she had never been before.

“Ray has me on a group chat with a few of his friends, so I’ve gotten to know them a bit.” Amy told me now feeling uninhibited from the wine and weed.”

“He has, how many on this chat?”

“Um, 7?”

Wow! Chatting with Ray and his friends. This was new. I tried to contain my excitement.

“Really, you’ve been on a group chat with a bunch of guys? What do you chat about?”

Amy laughed, “Knitting and recipes, what do you think?”

“You’re sexting with these guys.”

“No, not sexting, chatting.”

“Do you trade pictures and talk about sex?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen pictures of them and shared some.”

“That’s sexting.”

“Okay, I guess it is.”

“So, Ray is introducing you to his friends. Didn’t he tell you he was going to share you with his friends.”

“Yes.”

“And you are going to let him.”

“He’s very persuasive. I kind of told him about Vegas too. What do you want me to do, baby?” She asked me seductively.

“Fuck, you know I like watching you. I want you to have fun whatever you do. You told him about your gangbang?”

“Yes, it just kind of came out.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t give him the details like you like to hear. I just told him I did it. It just came out when we were chatting. I told him about the night with Dwayne and his roommates too. He is easy to talk to about this stuff and has done all kinds of crazy things.”

“Did you tell him you liked it?”

Amy laughed, “Well, I kind of told him I would to do it again. That’s when the group chat started.”

“So, you told Ray you wanted a gangbang, and he told his friends and then introduced you to them.”

“No, I just told him it was fun, and I’d do it again.”

“You realize he is going to want to gangbang you now.”

Amy laughed, “You have no idea.”

She told me the group chat had gotten raunchy. I fed her more wine, so she completely let her guard down. She showed me the chat string. It was beyond my wildest dreams. Not only had Amy traded pics with them, but they were also explicitly telling her what they were going to do to her. They had gone into detail how they would use and fuck her with them calling her names, but she had egged them on, clearly asking for it. It was shades of what I had seen when we were in Vegas that last night with the guys, but even more. They had basically convinced her to be their submissive slut for the night. “Is that what you want to do?” I asked.

Amy admitted the entire thing had turned her on. “At first it was just fun and teasing, but the more I did it the more I want to do a gangbang with Ray and his friends. What do you want honey?”

The discussion had gotten me so horny, and with the alcohol shutting down the responsibility portion of my brain, I simply could not help myself. “Fuck yes. If you want to do it, I do.”

She laughed, “Good, I told Ray who to invite. Ray is going to introduce me to his friends.”

My mouth now agape, “Really, his friends? Holy shit, you did? You really arranged a gangbang?”

“No, not yet. I told Ray I would run in by you to see if it was something you wanted to do, as this is our decision collectively, but the guys will be available if we want.”

“Fuck, baby I’m rock hard just talking about it right now. How did you know I would want this?”

“Are you kidding me? Jesus, that night with Marcus and the guys in Vegas is all you talk about sometimes, especially when you are drunk, you badger me sometimes. I will do it if you want me to.” (I didn’t even realize it, but apparently, I brought up the gangbang way more than I subconsciously knew, Amy would later explain to me).

“What? Of course, I want to. Tell him we’re in!”

“Easy there eager beaver.” She poked at me.

“Do you mean all of this shit, I mean, holy fuck?” I asked, once again scrolling through the messages, and reading more from the thread with Ray and the guys.

“What shit?”

“The shit you said in these chats. You repeatedly told them you will do whatever they want. You are basically offering yourself to do whatever they wish to you. Was it just for teasing or do you mean it?”

Amy was a little drunk now and talking freely. “I told you to be careful when this started, didn’t I. My exact words were what if I like it too much and don’t want to stop. I’ve struggled with it for quite some time. Honestly though, even when we’ve been taking breaks I’ve thought about these guys. I tried to put it out of my head, but fuck, some of the sex has been so good. I’m not gonna fight it anymore. I like having sex with other men, (she paused for a moment) especially, (another pause), especially black men with big dicks. I love the sex I have with Byron and Keith. The guys in Florida, and the guys in Vegas, too. It’s all been great, well not all, but most of it. I love sex with us too, but with them it’s just different, not better, but different.”

She contemplated what she said for a moment and looked down. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t say that. The truth is that I often find my mind drifting off about it. I don’t want to think about it, but I do. I still think about Vegas almost every single day too. I fantasize about Florida too. Remember at the pool when I had sex with Marcus and then the other two guys right after? I had only planned to fuck Marcus, but after we were done and back at the pool, he told me to fuck his friends too. I don’t know why I did, but I did what he told me. That’s why I fucked all three that day. He also told me to come to the strip club that night and that they were all going to fuck me again. He also told me to let the stranger at the strip club play with me. And when he told me to blow the driver, I didn’t even think twice about it. I wanted to do it. It’s like I was someone else that night. The way you and the guys dominated me. I’d never seen you act like that before. I loved it. I’ve been this good girl and mother for all these years but being naughty is exciting and makes me feel alive. I was your slut, but also Marcus’s slut that weekend. It was exhilarating doing what he said.”

She paused and then went on. “I felt the same thing in Florida. Jason told me that I was his slut now and if I came back to Florida, I was going to be his slut while there, and he would let his friends fuck me. I felt a little bit of it with Dwayne and his roommates too. That was different but the fact that Dwayne told them they could have me after he left gave me the same feeling. I never told you this but when they made their move on me and were telling me Dwayne often shared girls with them, they told me Dwayne had said it was okay for them to have sex with me too. That is why I fucked them. I wanted to. I could have easily walked out the door. At the time I thought it was a mistake and I felt guilty, but it made me so excited that it scared me, it scared me that I liked it and thought about doing it again. I’ve had a taste of it, and I want to feel that rush again. I really felt it last year with Ray, the way he was so dominating. I love playing with Byron and Keith, but the way they dominate me is more role play than real. Ray was the real deal though, he was not playing. The truth is that I want to submit to Ray and his friends. I want to try it again, and to give over complete control this time, at least once. It’s a fantasy I want to live. Phew. There. I said it. It feels great to get that off my chest.”

The way she paused and said ‘especially black men with big dicks’ stood out glaringly. Taking this all in, suddenly ‘I only fuck black guys’ echoed in my head. Not only that echoed, but also the way she had easily given Marcus a long list of reasons why she preferred playing with black guys. There was also the way she could still vividly remember, and talked about the black stripper, ‘with a cock to his knees’ when she was 18 at a strip club in Canada. The way she always preferred to dance with black guys when she would go out with her friends when we were younger. I knew this because of random pictures, and one loudmouth friend she had. Her regrets from college when she was too afraid to sleep with a black football player who was pursing her. It was clear Amy had some type of fascination with black guys. “Why do you like it so much, what is it about it?” I asked.

“I don’t know. The excitement of doing something I should not be doing is a big part of it. Occasionally, other women will joke about their sex life, or lack of it with their husbands. I feel pity for them. I want to tell them I have 2 boyfriends, get to have sex with other men, and our sex life is amazing and full of passion. I can’t do that obviously, but just the knowledge of it turns me on sometimes. It’s the way that I know it’s all about the sex, and there is no other daily drama. No chores, no kids, no responsibilities or bills to discuss, it’s just about sex. Black guys are just more aggressive too, for the most part anyway. They just take what they want. I really like the skin contrast too. It’s so exciting to look down and see a black cock inside my pussy. It’s just hot. Some of the guys have been really hung too. I love the feeling of our toys, but there is just something about the feel of a real cock, especially bare. I’m glad you pushed me into this. Thank you. I don’t say that enough, but thank you, and I love you. I guess there is truth to the saying once you go black you never go back.” She added, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

“Do you remember what you said at the pool in Vegas when that older guy propositioned you?”

“No.”

“You told him you only fucked black guys. Remember?”

Amy laughed uncomfortably, “Om my god, I did. It just kind of came out.”

“You did, so you meant it?”

She paused. “Well, in the last however long we’ve been doing this I have only had sex with black guys you know. It’s like what, 8 or 9 guys now, right?”

“It’s been 12.”

“Shit, really?”

I quickly named the 12 guys.

“Does that make me a slut then?”

“No, labels are stupid. It makes you a hot fucking hotwife, I know that. My little black only hotwife.” While we had thrown this term around playing, especially role playing in the bedroom, I had to dig further to see how she actually felt about it. Was it just for fun, or something deeper, more real?

“Oh, shut the fuck up. I can’t be black only because I still fuck you don’t I. Plus, didn’t you just say labels are stupid.”

“So, you still think about Vegas every day?”

“Yes, almost, it gets me wet. I know, that’s so bad. It was so dirty.”

“You never talk about the gangbang. I thought you regretted it, and now you admit you liked it?”

“Yes, kind of.”

“Wait, kind of. You said you think about it every day? That’s not kind of.”

“Fuck, I don’t know. I didn’t want to like it, but I did. I liked being dominated and used by those guys. In a way it was sexually freeing. I never thought I’d want to give up control like that, but I loved it. I loved being used as a sexual object. I liked the fact that you were there, it made me feel safe, but it was unnerving and dangerous to be used by a group of guys like that. I love that you were there to take care of me after. My knight in shining armor.”

“Wow, okay. That’s fucking hot. So, you want to do more gangbangs?”

“Yes, I mean, not like last time with all the fisting and bottles and stuff. I want to be able to walk normally the next day. I want it to be regular fucking this time, but I want to be used again. Are you mad, are you okay with all this? I know it’s a lot. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“Let me get this straight, you want to do gangbangs now.”

“No, slow down. Don’t put words in my mouth. I said I want to at least do another one to see if I like it.”

“And you are only fucking black guys now?”

“Yes, well no, there you go again with that. Why do you care?” Amy said, clearly flustered.

“Yes, you said yes. I don’t know. I guess I find the narrative hot. Suburban wife and mom only has sex with black guys. These are your words by the way. Remember the after-dinner conversation with Marcus. You listed a lot of reasons why you like black guys. In all fairness, you have only played with black men, and all of the guys you are chatting with are black. You have not even engaged a white guy as far as I know. Right?”

Amy paused for a moment before speaking. “Yes, not on purpose though. I just pick what excites me.”

Admit it, you’re a queen of spades. Okay, I’m in on one condition. Admit you’re a queen of spades and I agree to meet Ray and his friends.” I said, wondering if I had pushed too hard here, but I needed to see her response.

“This is a bizarre conversation to be having with my husband. I’ve done more research on this stuff by the way and know all about that term and have even chatted with some women that are truly into the lifestyle. You can learn a lot from the internet. I know exactly what it means and what it involves now. I really don’t understand why you want this, but if that is what you want, then that is what you’ll get sweetie. You have no idea what you’re in for.”

Amy took another gulp from her wine glass and stared at me intently.

“Fine, I’m a queen of spades. I only want to have sex with hung black men. I fucking crave it. Is that what you want to hear? That your wife prefers fucking black guys.” Amy shot back defiantly.

She looked at me. I was lost for words. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“You are fucked up. Do you want to be my cuckold too, yup, I know all about that? Should I lock you in a cage and deny you sex? Do you want to eat guys cum, or suck their cocks?” She asked.

“No, I don’t want any of that. I know the cuckold shit too. I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“What do you want then?”

“First, I want you to enjoy it. Second, I want you to explore your sexuality. I admit, I love watching and sharing you with other men. I don’t know why, I just do. I want to watch you in gangbangs and fucking lots of different men. You being a naughty girl turns me on.”

“I still don’t understand why you want this and what you get from it. I like fucking other men though, so I guess you’ll get what you want.”

Woah, did that just happen? So, it was set, my wife and I were going to a prearranged gangbang that she set up. Not only that, but she is submitting to a strange man to let him, and his friends do anything they want to her. What a long way we had come in just over 2 years. My wife just actually admitted she only wants to have sex with black men and wants to be dominated. Mind blown. She had gone from reluctantly meeting and sucking one guys cock to now organizing a gangbang. I could not believe this was my Amy. She also admitted she had been watching gangbang porn recently to get an idea of how she wanted to act and be treated next Saturday, which could not come fast enough. When she showed me some of the videos she had bookmarked, I was shocked. These were some very raunchy gangbang scenes.

Careful what you wish for my friends, it may just come true. I was not the only one excited. When I pulled Amy’s panties down to go down on her, they were absolutely drenched, and her pussy was swollen and open, a sign she was very horny. Not long after I had Amy impaled on her giant dildo, making her tell me how much she loved black cock. We had more, abut less heated conversations over the next days, and talked about what we wanted and didn’t want from the lifestyle. I think we both wanted to make sure the other one really wanted and was comfortable with this. An organized gangbang with 5 guys is a seriously big step. On top of that, my agreed role would be to just watch and take pictures and videos. I was there to basically be a spectator in my wife’s gangbang. I think we both knew this was something that we could never come back from and that it would change things permanently.

It was an incredibly anxious week until the meeting with Ray, especially with the fact that Amy did not want to have an orgasm all week, so she’d be extra horny on Saturday. My head was all over the place and at times I was close to calling it off. Did Amy really mean what she said about only wanting to fuck black guys, or was she just playing along to fuel the fire and excitement? Amy took many hours prepping herself and we drove the hour to the hotel. She would later tell me she had done an enema, so she did not have to worry about anal sex being messy. I made sure the room was stocked with water, drinks, and extra condoms. I was the first time ever I had gone into a store and bought a bunch of condoms that I knew were specifically for someone else to fuck my wife. Weird feeling.

The two of us went out for a nice dinner, then back to the hotel. We had some wine and did a small amount of edibles. The marijuana always made it easier to relax and sex better for Amy. She was super nervous. We both were. The gangbang in Vegas was spontaneous and was only 3 other guys besides me. This was going to be 5 other guys, who all knew what they were there for. She wanted to change before we went to meet the guys. My jaw hit the floor when she stepped out. She had refreshed her makeup, gone dark with the eyeliner, bright red lipstick, put on a new borderline inappropriate, skintight black dress that was low cut and made her boobs pop out, and stiletto heels. That was not what made my jaw drop though. On her left breast, and clearly visible, she had a queen of spades tattoo. “You like, I thought you might?” She asked as she twirled.

“Fuck, yes, holy shit! Really? Wow!”

She then pulled up her dress to show black thong panties. She pulled down her panties just a little, and just above her pussy she had another queen of spades tattoo. She was wearing some of the queen of spades tattoos I had bought for roleplay when we first started talking about hotwifing, but she never wanted to put them on. I had purchased them over two years ago and nearly forgotten about them. “You remember these don’t you? You bought these a little prematurely didn’t you. Well, now you finally get the chance to see them on me. I told Ray all about our queen of spades conversation and these tattoos you bought. He told me I had to wear them.”

“You told him about the queen of spades thing.”

“Yup.”

I accompanied Amy to the bar. It was only 7:50. Everyone we walked past stared at Amy. It was impossible not to. She was dressed in a very short skintight dress, with her boobs fully on display, one of which had a clear as day Qos tattoo on it. Amy admitted she was super nervous and there were butterflies in her stomach, but it turned her on to see everyone staring at her. We were at the bar for about 10 minutes when Ray and 4 other guys walked in. Fuck, 5 guys on my wife. Holy shit, this just got real. The guys approached the table, and it did not go unnoticed that 5 guys were now surrounding us, and the looks increased. The place was busy and loud, but it was hard to miss these guys. Ray had been a college basketball player and one of the guys was his former teammate, and the other 3 were friends. They were all over 6 feet, and Ray and one other guy, at least 6’5″. Ray greeted Amy with a hug and then grabbed her arm spinning her around in front of the guys. We were no doubt creating a spectacle. Amy greeted each of them with a hug and I was introduced as well. Chris, James, Anthony, and Jamal. She already knew their names since they had been chatting.

Almost immediately they were coping feels of her tits and ass, paying special attention to her left breast which displayed her tattoo. Given the scene we were causing we did not stick around the bar for long and headed to the elevators. I felt everyone’s eyes on us as we departed the bar. There was no doubt what we were going to do. There was another older couple waiting for the elevator with us. When they took one look at my hotly dressed wife getting on the elevator with 6 guys, they decided to wait on the next one, and I could hear her commenting to her husband when the doors closed. All 7 of us climbed into the elevator and immediately things got interesting. Amy was feeling their cocks as they pawed at her tits and ass, giving them both hard squeezes, and pulling them out of her dress. We got off and walked to our room, with Amy’s tits still out of her dress. Luckily no one was in the hallway. Once inside we started to make drinks and one of the guys lit a joint. I was not sure either of us needed it, but we both did it anyway. Even while the joint was being passed the action started as Jamal pulled Amy to him and started kissing her. James was kissing her neck from behind. She turned to kiss him. She now had her hands on their dicks and soon their cocks popped free. Ray then announced, “Boys, Amy is a newly minted queen of spades. Tonight, is her initiation. Let’s show her what it means!”

Ray then pulled out his cock, pushed her to the ground immediately and said, “Show us what that expert mouth can do slut.”

She started to suck Jamal and had Marcus’s and James’s cock in each hand, then the other 2 guys dropped their pants. Now, Amy was on her knees surrounded by 5 cocks as she sucked 1 and jerked another 2. The train had left the station and I was about to see was a live porn show starring my wife.

She alternated between the guys the best she could, and they taunted her. “That’s it slut. Work those dicks.”

None of the guys were small, ranging from slightly above average to Ray’s huge cock, and Jamal, who was nearly as big as Ray. I was in a dream like trance as I sat in a chair. Was this happening? Amy was on her knees surrounded by 5 big black cocks, had a queen of spades tattoo clearly visible on her boob, and was about to get gangbanged by these men. The guys pulled her to her feet and quickly stripped her clothes from her. James pushed her on the bed and started licking her pussy from behind as Chris and Jamal offered their cocks to her. Pretty soon the other two guys were in front of Amy as James was now fingering her pussy, and she did her best to suck and jerk 4 cocks.

“You want some black cock in your pussy now slut?” Ray asked Amy.

“Yes, please fuck me.”

Ray slapped her tit. “Beg for it!”

“Please fuck me with your big black cocks. Just fuck me.”

“You need to do better than that. Show us your married white pussy deserves this black dick.”

“Please, I’m begging you. I need your cock in my pussy. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“That’s right. It’s my pussy now. Who’s first?” Ray asked.

“Come here.” Jamal instructed her as he opened a condom and unrolled it onto his cock, and then grabbed Amy by the hips pulling her ass towards him.

“Fuck this little white slut. You want that black cock in your pussy?” Ray said as he slapped Amy’s ass.

“Yes.” Amy groaned.

Ray slapped her ass again, “Tell us slut, that pussy made for black dick?”

“Yes, my pussy is made for black dick, I love it. Ahhh”

Jamal was now rubbing his cock over her pussy and then dropped a bit of spit on his cock. It’s a good thing Amy has a well-worn pussy because he just slammed his cock into her. “Ah, fuck yes.” Amy groaned.

Jamal started fucking her. “Damn, that’s what I’m talking about. That pussy nice and broke in. Made for big black dick.” He said as he slapped her ass.

“Told you this slut had a nice and loose pussy. She’s made for the brothers. Don’t have to worry about her tapping out. We gonna work that pussy though. It will really be broken in when we’re done. Little dicks won’t even touch the sides.” Ray said.

Chris and Anthony continued to get their cocks sucked and jerked as Ray and James stood to watch and took a drink. Soon, Chris was putting on a condom and said “switch.” They turned Amy around and now Chris plunged his cock into her as she sucked on Jamal’s condom and pussy juice covered cock. Anthony was now putting a condom on and then after watching James fuck her for a few minutes, tapped him on the shoulder. “Let me get some of that pussy.”

He thrust his cock into her. Ray was now offering his cock to Amy as she worked his cock still getting fucked by James. “That’s it my little white slut, work that cock.”

Anthony pulled out, slapped her ass, and said, “Who wants this pussy next?”

James moved behind her and took his place in her pussy. Amy didn’t even know or care who was behind her fucking her as she was focused on sucking the cocks in front of her. It was surreal. We had barely met these guys a half hour ago and had been in the room less than 10 minutes, and already 4 guys had sunk their cock balls deep in my wife. The crazy part is that she was begging for it. I was blown away that Amy would actually do this, let alone in front of me.

“Lemme get that pussy again.” Jamal said.

James pulled out of her, and Jamal picked her up and finally flipped her on her back. For the first time the guys saw the other tattoo just above her pussy. “Oh damn.” Jamal said as he slid 3 fingers into her pussy. “Look at that, this slut got a tat on her pussy too. A real queen of spades. We gonna have to call backup next time boys. You love the dark meat don’t ya?”

“See, told ya this slut loves the black dick. You a big black dick loving white girl ain’t ya?” Ray added.

“Yes, I love it.” She said as she looked me straight in the eyes.

It did not go unnoticed by Ray. “Oh damn. Tell him, go ahead, tell your husband you love black cock.”

“I do, I fucking love it.” Amy said looking right at me defiantly.

“Well then, me and my boys can take care of that. We’ll get ya all the black dick you can handle and then some.” Ray said as offered Amy his cock to suck once again and pulled on her nipples.

Jamal slid his cock back into Amy and fucked her into the bed. Amy gave her mouth, pussy, and ass to them for the next 2 hours to use any way they wanted, and they treated her like a total whore. There were a few breaks here and there to get a drink or go to the bathroom, but it was a blur. They came on her tits, stomach, ass, mouth, and face. They pulled her hair and her nipples. They gagged her with their dicks and lightly choked her. They slapped her ass, her tits, and her face (lightly). They DP’d, DVP’d, and triple penetrated her. About the only thing they did not do was double anal.

They called her every dirty name you can think of, and it was too racially driven at times, and made me uncomfortable. It was even worse than the night in Vegas. She begged and pleaded for more the whole time. While it didn’t include the crazy pussy stretching Olympics like her last gangbang, it was dirtier. They used her like a slut. I had to stop touching my dick several times worrying I was about to orgasm. I almost came in my pants without even touching myself. Her pussy was a gaping mess by the end, and she had two cocks in her pussy a lot. I thought for sure one of the guys was going to fist her, but it never happened.

At various points the guys had her tell me how much she loved fucking them and that she was a slut for black cock. By the end she was completely exhausted and fucked out, but she had cum, a lot. Amy completely submitted to them though and did everything they told her too. There was dried cum everywhere. On the bed, in her hair, and all over her body. Her ass and tits were bright red, and her pussy was a gaping mess. The guys didn’t really mess with me too much and were cool at the end of the whole thing, even friendly and polite, making sure Amy was okay. Ray said he knew it was an “experience” for us and they all said they hoped we had fun. I could tell it was more than just a show from Ray. He clearly got off using my wife in front of me and having her say and do all that nasty shit. At one point he was fucking her and pulling her hair, making her repeat, “No more white dick.” Ray owned my wife’s pussy and body that night, and I just let him do it. Ray did tell Amy that he will see her again soon and they are going to have a lot of fun together. She just nodded.

When they were finally gone, I fucked her well stretched pussy. She was just about passed out by this point. It didn’t matter how loose she was after what I just saw I shot my load in about 30 seconds.

She fell asleep in my arms, but I was up early and could not even think about sleeping my mind was racing so much. It was a lot to process. I was feeling sick to my stomach but with a hard cock at the same time. I eventually ordered room service knowing we would be headed straight home to go to a kids soccer game of all things. She finally got up and greeted me. “Hey baby, are you okay?”