I became interested in interracial porn well before my marriage and it quickly became my fetish of choice and then it became the only kind of porn I would buy or watch online. It didn’t start out as a cuckold thing, it was just exciting for me to watch white girls becoming total sluts as they’re gangbanged by a bunch of black guys and then begging for load after load of black cum to be shot into their mouths and sprayed all over them. Super dirty and I loved it and still do. I eventually progressed to the cuckold genre and that was a whole new level of dirtiness that I could actually fantasize about participating in, and I would imagine my girlfriend at the time fucking a big black guy in front of me and if I wanted to be really dirty I would fantasize about her cheating on me with black guys as I watched cuckold porn depicting wives cheating with black guys. Then I found amateur Hotwife/Cuckold porn online, and the whole fantasy became a very real interest of mine. I was fascinated by these white wives who fucked as many black guys as they could and were total fiends for black cum. I found myself becoming very intrigued with the idea of being a cuckolded husband to a wife that loves being a BBC slut for black cum. It was around that time that I started dating my wife. She’s white with a killer body and a big white ass. She was fun in bed but wasn’t no slut wife. She was pretty innocent and definitely was a good girl who was very low key and seemed completely trustworthy. I could tell she enjoyed big dicks by the way she would ride me and grind herself all the way onto my cock which is fairly big, around 7+ inches. She also has a very wet pussy (she gets wet at the drop of a hat) and I suspected that her sex drive was stronger than she was letting on, I figured it made her uncomfortable so I wouldn’t push her to hard on it. We had good sex nonetheless and I loved that she had this overcharged pussy and it was and still is the best pussy I have ever felt. Well we ended up getting married, having a kid and getting a house together. Things were as normal as you can expect except that I was masturbating ever more frequently to interracial cuckold porn and intensely fantasizing about my wife cheating on me with black guys in motel rooms or sucking them off in cars. Or I would imagine watching two or more black guys having their way with her and treating her like a total fuck doll. I would come so hard with these thoughts while I jacked off to IR porn with women that resembled my wife. It was fun and extremely addicting. I literally thought about my wife fucking black guys all the time. But she was definitely not the type I could approach with the suggestion that she should start letting me watch her fuck black guys like a dirty slut in motel rooms. I didn’t even think about seriously approaching her about it, I was content having the secret fantasy. Then we both got jobs at the same company and she started her training class being seated next to this tall buff and bald black guy that was good looking and very much the ladies man. He was even more so impressive in his dress shirts and slacks that I’m sure gave away his size by the bulge if you dared to look. He was a stud, I saw it then and well so did she. I was in a separate training class and I saw her reaction to him almost immediately. Within a week they were talking a lot and she was hanging out with him even on their breaks. I would sometimes have to go get her so we could hang out and spend a break together. I knew what I saw but I didn’t believe what I was seeing. This lasted for about 2 months until I had to say something because people were starting to say things. I really didn’t think she was intentionally trying to do anything but I told her people might get the wrong impression and that she should stop talking to him so much. She said that was “being nice” to him and that she would be more careful so that nobody will get the wrong idea especially him. Then one day she left work early around 10am because she said she didn’t fell good. Well some time after lunch one of my co-workers said they saw her outside in the parking lot talking to him (his name is Matt) and this co-worker had been warning me about him so he told me they were together not knowing that she had “left” work hours ago. I knew something wasn’t right so I went out to the parking lot and sure enough her car was still there but I didn’t see her or him. This was a large building so I can raced through the halls and then back outside again and still no trace of them. My gut was sending me alarm bells! I ended up going back to her training class even though they had completed the training the week prior and there she was, with him, acting innocent as they talked with the class trainer. I didn’t know what to say, but there was a clear awkwardness that filled the room. The trainer who I liked gave an excuse for them and said he was giving them some personal tips but it was clear he was covering for them. I asked her why she hadn’t left and if she was there all day why hadn’t she let me know? I had lunch alone because I thought she went home. Either way I let it go (I truly couldn’t imagine her doing anything especially with a black guy and especially with me there working in the same building) but now I warned her that she was not to talk to him anymore, that I had enough suspicions at least as far as he was concerned. She agreed and we worked there for a year after until I left to take another job with another company. Big mistake. Even though he was black and she clearly liked him I wasn’t fantasizing about her being with him. I guess it got too real for me and I’m sure I was in denial that she actually wanted to be with this black stud. Also I really didn’t want my wife to actually cheat on me with a black guy or any guy for that matter. Well the signs started again about a year or so after the initial worries I had about them. She let it slide a few times that she had talked to him about something and that got my attention but I didn’t want to overreact. Then he gave her a ride home one day because her car was in the shop and her mom was supposed to pick her up. Yet she told me so I didn’t think I should be worried about it. But then she started acting differently, she had a bounce in her step and her clothes had become more provocative. You know you pick up on things that are subtle. My gut was starting to send me alarm bells again. Then one day I just decided to look at her cell phone bill, really believing that I wouldn’t find anything suspicious and that I was overreacting but sure enough there was a number calling her numerous times and in the evenings when i was working late. I looked it up and it was listed in his name. I knew something was wrong. I had to confront her. I had zero sexual excitement, I only had fear in my heart.
Stay tuned for part two for the confrontation and the moment I realized that my wife was a different person now and my fantasy became very real and how I dealt with it by getting into the cuckold hotwife lifestyle with my wife who was now a full fledged black cock slut. In fairness she has become an amazing Hotwife and the sexiest woman I have ever known. But this journey has not been easy but it also has been extremely exciting to go down this path together. We were able to make it about us, and that has worked in our favor. But I also know that I wouldn’t have been able to stop the freight train of black cock desire she now had aching between her thighs so I had the choice to either hop on the train with her or watch it go by but there was no stopping that long black train to Blacksville. Good thing I was already fantasizing about all this for years. I’ll tell you all about her affair in part two of this story and how she went from sweet wife to slut wife after she had her first taste of big black cock. And how I went from secret fantasy cuckold to real cuckold whose wife had became black owned and a total slut for black cum.
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