Sauce For The Goose

I'm confessing what a piece of shyte I have been and how I found out about a side to my missus I never guessed was there.
We been happily married for nigh on 20 years and confess to having a handful of strange puss now and again.
About five years ago there was an exotic dancer I'd had a more than casual bit of fun with for a prolonged time. Eventually I made a misstep and let the cat out of the bag. The wife went through the gamut of anger, grief, tears and I vowed to break it off with the other bird, whom I really did love in me own way.
So things are dodgy at home and after the thaw and things are more peaceful. Maybe it was a bit of a wake up to her as well because even though she's still angry and hurt, my wife has been great in bed and has started enjoying the extra attention I'm giving her with my devilish tongue in her sweet gash and her pink bumhole.
I have never for a minute felt any less desire for her at any time, it's just she was never too enthusiastic for me rimming her. I think she's not been able to free herself from all the rot they taught her in religious schools as a wee girl.
Anyway, I know this is terrible but I peeped in the wife's little diary book recently and was shocked to find that when she found out about me and the dancer she was angry but also it seemed to spur on a strange fire as well.
She wrote that maybe she's been a fool too long and that the next time the chance is there she's going to take a good buggering by a proper big black cock!
That was maybe a month ago and I don't think she's done more than imagine it. At least I haven't seen anything in her book and I don't think she's the type to keep the juicy bits unwritten.
I confess I'm betwixt myself. Part of me is excited and would love it and naturally part of me is jealous and afraid for her safety. Will try to behave and treat her right and see what transpires.
If she does get her rectum reamed and I find out, I promise to tell as soon as I have a wank and relieve my own pressure.