Wife into BBC? Quite by accident and the journey was long. But success prevailed.
My wife and I were invited over for a "get-to-know-your neighbor" event. Our hosts were swingers as we found out later. There were maybe 75 people invited. Downstairs, there was a big screen TV showing interracial clips. To be polite, my wife and I sat there and watched with amazement as some very skilled black men made white wives moan and grown intensely. I know my wife was a little embarassed as we spoke about it afterwards.
My wife came from a very conservative, religious family. The family always behaved and seen as "prim and proper". Overcoming the cultural norms was difficult. My wife believed in the vows she took when we married.
However, many times during love-making, I recall, my wife expressing the fact that "if ******* were legal she could make a living at it". I did not say anything for a long-time but figured that maybe I could suggest that she she could use more frequent sex than I could offer. She never openly complained to me about our love-making sessions.
I began to drop subtle hints during our conversations about what we saw in those interracial clips (years before) and having sex with a very endowed black man. I developed a questionaire and asked that she complete it as would I. The remarks and answers that I got were revealing. For example, my wife said that she had been and was curious about men of color. What was she curious about? Men's appendages? their strength? there macho? their endurance?
My wife responded very candidly and suggested that she was and is curious about the phrase "Once you go black, you will never go back". She had fantasied, on occasion, about being in the presence of a black adonis. A man who was large statured, confident, not arrogant, decisive, and had an attitude (what I would describe as black dick energy). She agreed that the attributes she described would be alluring. She also added that the man could not be too much younger than her and certainly know the way around a woman's body.
However, she also told me that she would never consider it because it was "not the way she was raised". She is from Connecticut, middle-class neighborhood, Italian-catholic.
I continued to suggest we go to a club, go downtown to a bar where black men might frequent. She would not do it.
After about a year and one-half, we were vacationing in San Diego and there was a pool party. There were a fair number of mixed couples outside enjoying the water and the weather. I think that when my wife saw some of these black men in their swimsuits, she may have recalled those interracial clips we witnessed two years prior.
In any event, almost as if a switch turned on, my wife started casually asking me more and more about what I had in mind about bringing a lover into our life. I assured her that my idea was not to open our marriage, but was interested in her taking on a lover. I stressed that a black lover would be best.
I also shared with her that I considered what we did in bed to be love-making. What she might do outside our marriage to be engaging in recreational sex...no *******, no bills, just pure pleasure from a man who she might never have made his acquaintance.
I came up with a plan to create a post on a dating site and she surprisingly agreed to go along with it. We also set up rules by which this plan might work. My wife would always have the final say as to whether she was interested or not. I indicated that I would chapprone for as long as she wanted me to be in her presence.
From our posting, we received about thirty responses. Most of the responses were not what either of us were interested in. There were three men that we decided to ask to meet. Out of those three we started seeing one. He was in management with one of the delivery services and had a very flexible schedule. He had played college football. He had his own place and was single. He was even tempered and respectful. He also knew exactly how to treat my wife..not to slow and not too fast. After a number of miscues, my wife did get over her nervousness and trepidation and became very submissive in this man's presence. Behind closed doors my wife was no longer the shy, demur, white republican, soccer mom everyone thought she was. For the first time that I recall, I did not recognize the actions of my wife. How lucky I was to watch my wife become a slut to her lover's demands. My wife quite literally gave her lover anything he asked for. He gladly took it. His name was Chad; I playfully called him "the Beast". Chad had a way about him that made my wife his property while she was in his bed.
