All I was doing was giving my wife a gift. Giving her something that she would truly enjoy and remember for the rest of her life. But what I did was cause her to become a slut and in the process I most probably destroyed our twenty-five year marriage.

Connie and I married right out of college and she has kept me the happiest man in the world for almost twenty-five years. She has been loving, caring, supportive, a fantastic lover and my best friend and I wanted to do something for her to show her just how much I loved and appreciated her. The gift I gave her was no ordinary gift. I loved her enough to swallow my pride, bury my ego and give her something that I knew she had always wanted and something that I personally could not deliver. I gave her another man. More specifically, I gave her a man with a large cock.

Connie and I had a marvelous sex life. Granted, it did slacken after the first full bloom of marriage, going from nightly (sometimes two or three times) to six nights, then five and eventually to four, but we still made love at least four times a week and usually more than once. Other times we might go all week without making love once and then go seven or eight times over the weekend. Whatever, we still wanted each other and never got in a rut.

One of the things that kept our sex life interesting was pornography. Early in our marriage we went to a party one night and downstairs in the recreation room they had a porn video playing on the TV. Neither Connie or I had ever seen anything like that before and it turned us in. When we got home we spent the rest of that night and most of the next day doing what we saw on that tape. We tried every position that we could and tried to duplicate everything we had seen. That night was the first time for either of us trying anal sex and Connie found that she enjoyed it and it became a regular part of our lovemaking. From that night on we would rent a porno tape at least once a week and then try out every move and position we saw. I know that to most people the tapes all look the same, but Connie and I always seemed to find something new in each of them.

The one thing those tapes all had in common was that the actors all had such large cocks. In fact it is probably a given that if you are a man and you want to work in the porno industry you have to have a bigger than average dick. Playing sports in high school and serving in the Army meant a lot of time spent in shower rooms with other guys and so I know that I'm pretty average as far as cock size goes. I saw some larger, and quite a few smaller, but most guys seemed to have about what I had - six or so inches. Even though I have always satisfied Connie, hardly ever failing to bring her to orgasm, she was still aware of the fact that there were bigger cocks out there in the world.

We would be watching a movie and all of a sudden she would say something like, "My God, look at the size of that thing. How in God's name can she take all that?" Once when I asked her what she wanted for Christmas she laughed and said, "Peter North would be nice." I got her a Jeff Stryker dildo instead. Some time later I found an ad in a man's magazine for poster sized porno stars and I ordered all sixteen of the male posters and gave Connie one on every Christmas and birthday until I ran out. She always got a kick out of them and said, "You know that someday you are going to have to get me the real thing."

Also over the years I gave her a collection of super-sized dildos and she always accepted them with good humor, but even though it was always treated as a joke I knew that Connie secretly wondered what a big one would really be like. After twenty-five years I decided to give her the experience. I brought the subject up about a month before our anniversary. I told her what I wanted to do for her and she threw her arms around me and thanked me for loving her so much that I would be willing to do something like that for her, "But as curious as I am I can't do it." So I asked her why not. "Because I can't do it with someone I know and I won't do it with someone I don't. Thanks lover, but I'll stick with you, you haven't let me down yet."

I should have dropped it right there and I probably would have if I hadn't rented a video a couple of days later. Watching it I saw how excited she got when the huge cocked star started using his tool on his co-star and I made the decision to see that she had the experience. One of the things that we occasionally did was engage in mild bondage. Some times I would be the submissive one and other times she would take that part. I decided to use one of those times to give her my gift.

I belong to a health club and I knew several guys that were also members who could fill the bill. One had the advantage of being a good friend and so I decided to ask him. It took some courage on my part to approach him and broach the subject. He was amused, but not surprised, as I was not the first husband who had approached him seeking stud services. He agreed and we worked out the details. That evening I would sneak him into the house while Connie was in the kitchen fixing dinner and he would wait in our bedroom until he heard us coming and then he would get into the closet. I would blindfold Connie, pull her arms behind her back and cuff her with some fur-lined handcuffs. I would get on her knees with her head on a pillow and start making love to her. When she started moaning he would come out of the closet, put a little KY on his cock and I would step back and he would take my place. He wouldn't speak and I wouldn't let Connie take off her blindfold. Other than that we would play it by ear.

It went off like clockwork. I had Connie in position, ass up on the edge of the bed and I was fucking her slowly from behind. We had started out using a few of her toys and they were lying on the bed next to her. After several minutes of slowly stroking into her I began to pick up the pace and Connie began to moan, "Oh baby, oh baby, fuck me, oh god yes" and I saw Stan come out of the closet and move up behind me. His cock, all eleven inches of it, glistened with the lube he had on it and I nodded at him to get ready. I stepped back from Connie and she cried out, "Don't stop baby, I need it."

Stan moved behind her, lined himself up with Connie's slit and slowly pushed himself into her.

"Oh baby, which one are you using?"

Connie thought that I had pulled out to grab one of her big dildos.

"Oh god baby, yes, yes, yes, oh so good" as Stan surged into her and then Stan placed his hands on her hips and started to fuck her hard. Connie suddenly realized that it was no toy, "Oh god baby, what are you doing to me. What's going on baby, oh god oh god oh Jesus, so good, so good, don't stop, please god don't stop fuck me fuck me hard fuck meeeeeee" she screamed as she had an orgasm. Stan had a steady tempo going, neither too fast or too slow, and Connie had orgasm after orgasm and her moans were on long stream of words with no discernable gaps between them. The room was filled with her moans and cries, "fuckmefuckmefuckmeohJesusdon'tstopdon'tstopdontstop." Stan started fucking her harder and then Connie screamed and had the largest orgasm I had ever seen and Stan erupted and his strokes slowed and finally stopped. Connie's cries subsided and she laid there, head buried in the pillow moaning "Oh go, oh god, oh god."

Stan looked over at me with a "what now?" expression. I honestly hadn't thought any farther than we had just gone, but it was obvious to me that Connie had enjoyed it immensely and so I made the decision to press on. I pointed at Connie lying there and indicated that Stan should stick his cock in Connie's mouth. He nodded and moved up to her head, knelt next to her and poked his cock at her lips. Connie opened her mouth and her tongue came out and licked the cock head, sliding around it as if to ascertain it's size and then she gave a low moan and her lips closed around it.

Stan fucked her three times that night before slipping away and I didn't take the cuffs and blindfold off Connie until I heard Stan's car pull out of the drive. Connie looked up at me, "Good God baby, who was it?" I smiled and said, "All you need to know is that he was my gift to you." I got in bed with her and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Of course that wasn't the end of it. Over the course of the next several days Connie attempted to find out who her mystery lover was and I wouldn't tell her. Finally I said, "Why do you want to know, so you can call him and ask him to come back?"

She looked down and said yes. I looked at her for several seconds and then I told her that I would see what I could do. That afternoon I called Stan and asked him how he felt about a return engagement and he was all for it. He had been immensely turned on by the fact that he had fucked Connie and she hadn't known who he was. I asked him if he was free the following night and he said yes. That night I stopped at the same adult book store where I rented the tapes and found just what I was looking for - a leather hood with a drawstring closure at the neck and a opening in the mouth area. When I got home I handed it to Connie, "He will be here tomorrow night, but you will have to wear this. He doesn't want you to know who he is (actually I didn't want her to know) because you know him and he wants to avoid awkwardness when you are together in social situations."