My Pink Room Chapter 1 "As It's Suppose To Be"

My wife told me I am to be confined to my pink room this evening. I know that means she will be entertaining one of her lovers tonight. My pink room came about when when my wife, Tina, decided to start seeing other men. She believes the marital bed is for the husband to sexually satisfy his wife, and since I was not man enough to do that I could not properly fulfill my role as a husband and therefore would have to ***** in the spare bedroom. Tina felt it was important though for the for the room not to just be a place where I ***** but a reflection of my identity and my new role in our marriage so she decorated it herself.

First she painted the entire room a rose petal pink. She ordered pink sheets for the bed with a shiny, frilly, pink comforter. On one night stand Tina placed a vase filled with pink roses and on the other a crystal chandelier lamp. On one wall is a painting of a ballerina. Another wall has an abstract painting with multiple hues of pink covered in glitter to give it a nice sparkle. She threw out all the personal items from my past stating that it would just confuse me. She even deleted my entire music library and replaced it with mostly with show tunes, orchestra, and opera. My clothes were the next to go, only to be replaced with 3 pairs of white slacks and 3 white shirts. My underwear now consist of all hot pink satin panties that can clearly be seen though my white slacks. On the dresser sits one pink coffee cup that merely says "The Help". There is no TV in my pink room and it's separated from the rest of the house only by two sliding snowed glass doors. Tina says that when I am in my pink room I am only to think about her and how I can please her, since I cannot please her as a man, I am to be at her beckoning call.

Over the years Tina has added new decor to my pink room. On the night stand next to the chandelier lamp is a 5x7 photo of her in Hawaii with Marco a successful black businessman she stared dating regularly. They're sitting on the beach together at sunset. Her head is on his shoulders, her eyes are shining, and a warm, entranced, smile runs across her face as he holds her close in his muscular arms. The beach they are sitting on is the same one we were married on many years ago. On our 5 year anniversary Tina wanted to go back and renew our vows but since I could not fulfill the role of a husband she took Marco instead. When they came back she gave me a bamboo scrap book of photos recording the entire ceremony. She wore the same wedding dress she wore for me. They even stayed in the same villa with the stunning floor to ceiling windows overlooking the pacific. She told me they made love at least three times a day for the two weeks they were there.

I can still hear the excitement in in her voice as she told me "it was so romantic, just like a movie, we ate, we drank, we laughed, we danced, and we made love everywhere! On the beach, in the shower, up against that stunning floor to ceiling window over looking the pacific in our villa, you remember how I pressed my naked body against it and told you to come Fuck me in front of the whole world only you couldn't get it up. Well Marco didn't have that problem. He even fucked me on that volcano you and I hiked, talk about an eruption! Seriously though everything was perfect and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We made love at least three times a day everyday!"
Tina's eyes grew dreamy as she recalled and the sound of her voice dropped with new realization. "I finally know, I finally know what it's like to marry a real man and have a real honeymoon! I've been married for five years but I just had my first wedding and my honeymoon with Marco!

With that she handed me a large portrait carefully wrapped in brown paper. "I have on more present for you another addition to your pink room. We had it made on the last night of our honeymoon. We named it "As It's Supposed To Be" I want you to hang it on the wall Across from the foot of your bed. I think it will help you keep things in perspective."
I unwrapped the gift to find a high resolution, portrait of my wife posing in the nude with Marco. Don't get me wrong this isn't just pornographic picture taken in some amateur photographers basement. This is a professional portrait, taken by a professional photographer, in a professional studio. My wife and Marco were professionally posed with him standing behind her. His muscular arms are wrapped around her and his large black hands are cupping her big milky white tits. My wife's eyes are closed, her head tilted to the side as Marco passionately kisses her neck. His large, hard black cock is pressed against her right buttock with the head peaking out the side just enough to be captured in the photo. My wife arms are behind her back and her tiny hands, though invisible from my view, I can only imagine are wrapped around his shaft. Thanks to the high resolution I can tell that her pussy is wet with anticipation and the glistening of precum oozing out of the tip of his erection is not lost to viewing eyes. The portrait is not pornographic however. It is sensual, it speaks of passion, beauty, and power. Power to defy all racial, societal, and marital taboos as a moment of ecstasy captured between two souls melts all preconceived ideals, and morals away into the image of unshackled love. It was more than just a nude portrait it was a work of art!

That night Tina invited Marco over I had already prepared dinner and picked out an expensive bottle of champagne for them before retiring to my pink room. I laid awake that night staring at their portrait hanging at the foot of my bed as I listened to them talking, and laughing together in the living room. She sounded so so for table with him, so happy, and free. I never heard sound so natural before. Soon their laughter gave way to kisses on the couch, followed my more genuine smiles and chuckles, with the pouring of more champagne. I could hear the kissing ensuing again this time followed the soft moans as they passionately made out with each other. What I remember of making out with my wife was always awkward and seemed to annoy her more than anything.

"That's too much tongue, your kissing me too, hard, your kissing me too soft, your lips are too thin, don't touch me like that, do you have any idea what your doing, you should know how I liked to be touched I shouldn't have to tell you. Why isn't your dick hard. It should be hard as soon as you see me I shouldn't have to touch you. Forget it I'm going to bed an unsatisfied wife once again!"

There were no such issues with Marco everting just flowed, and progressed naturally. "As It's Supposed To Be" the portrait spoke to me as I listen to the sucking sounds my wife makes when she is going down on Marco followed by deep gasp of air. She's deep throating him on the couch. She never liked giving me oral but she confessed to me one day that she actually enjoys having a Big, Black, Cock stuffed down her throat. Maybe the problem was that I wasn't black, or maybe it was the fact my dick wasn't big enough to reach her throat, maybe it was both. Regardless she was clearly enjoying herself now as it's Supposed To Be.

"Take me to the bedroom." I heard my wife beg followed by the shuffling of feet as they moved their lovemaking to what was once my marital bed. The portrait screamed at me as I listen to their moans and screams of igniting down the hall. At least three times a day for two weeks I recalled her saying. That's over 42 times that Marco Fucked my wife in just a two week period. That's more than ten times the amount of sex her an I had our first year of marriage. Hell thats even more than the entire five years of our marriage. In our entire marriage I have came in her only enough to fill a mere thimble in comparison to the gallons he's the emptied into her in the last three months. Which one of us is really her husband, which one holds the rights to the marital bed, which one of us is making her happy and fully satisfied. Marco or me "The Help" the coffee cup whispered as the portrait screamed at me as my wife screamed in orgasm "As it's Supposed To Be!"