First Time Blacked

I always thought it was just a fantasy. A little secret game between us—her teasing glances at the pool guy, the late-night whispers we shared in bed, the thrill of imagining something forbidden. That was safe. That was exciting.But then it happened. I walked outside and saw my wife kneeling in front of him, her hands on his waistband, her head tilted up as though daring me to stop her. In that moment, every boundary we had ever set dissolved.I wanted to shout, to put an end to it, but I couldn't move. The sight of her with him—of her choosing him—sent a surge of jealousy and arousal crashing through me all at once. My chest tightened, my pulse raced, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.That was the night my wife crossed the line with the pool guy. And I watched every second.