The prelude:
If was finally going to happen.
I sat there watching my wife get dressed, and she was going all out. Sure, when we went out she made sure that she looked nice, but this was different. She was so detailed with her hair and makeup. I didn't even know she owned a dress that showed so much cleavage, or that was so short and tight on her hips and ass, let alone both at the same time. She wore lace lingerie under her clothing. When she and I went out she got ready for her, tonight she was getting ready for him. To impress, to turn heads, and to turn on. It had been almost a year since I finally came clean about my desires, and it was finally going to happen.
At first, I was certain I had made a mistake by telling her. I had made feeble attempts to allude to it before, but never had the courage to be direct. The topic of cheating came up, and I said I'd rather she just tell me she want to sleep with another man before she cheat. "I'm serious," I said, forsing the conversation to stay on the topic of her fucking another man. "Why would I want that?" she said. "Idk, if you wanted better sex, I'd be OK with it under certain circumstances." I replied. That caught her attention, "under what circumstances?" She had caught on that something was up. "Idk, I'm just saying if it was something you wanted," I responded. Coward, this is your chance. Say what you want to say. "It could be hot to watch if you were into it."
"It would be hot watching me have sex with somebody else?" she replied. I was terrified at what she was thinking, but too turned on by how far we had gotten to turn back now. "Yes," I was leaving out a crucial detail, "...if it was with a black guy." She was caught off guard before, but now she was stunned. I couldn't believe I had actually put it out there. "WHAT? Why a black guy?" she asked.
Why a black guy, how do I answer that? Years of watching cuckold porn, ******* videos, and downloading captioned pics and gifs had obsessed my mind with it. I had been conditioned and accepted that black men were more handsome, more athletic, and could fuck better. They were superior alpha males. Big Black Cock. Inside I was battling my addiction to BBC porn, that she should worship and serve BBC, with not wanting to freak her out anymore than I already had. What balance do I strike between how bad I want it, how bad I want her to want it? "I don't know, they're bigger, seem to be better in bed. The whole 'once you go black thing.' I know I don't always give you what you want, I just think you'd love it, this would be the best sex you've ever had."
Holy *******, I'd done it. I'd actually put it out there. It had been almost two decades since I became addicted to IR porn and watched nothing else ever since. I had secretly fantasized about my wife cuckolding me ever since we started dating more than 10 years ago. I'd finally laid it out there, and my confession was met with....silence. "I don't know what to say," she said. She left the room, and I didn't press her. She wasn't into it, I'd freaked her out. Did I screw things up for us? A week went by, then a month, then several more, nothing. Was it better to say nothing and just let it die? After two months we had resumed our normal sex life, a couple times a month. Sometimes I delivered, most times I struggled not to cum and she faked an orgasm to appease me and get it over with. I was still obsessed with the thought, but surely it was better to just let it go, right?
We went months without mentioning it again. One night, making out on the couch, she pulled away and said "put on porn." I turn on the TV and navigate to pornhub, I ask her what she wants to watch and she tells me to pick. I navigate to a video and hover over it showing the preview. "You don't want to watch that, put on what you like," she said. I looked at her, unsure where this was going but intrigued, and she had a wry smile. "You told me you like to watch black guys fuck white girls. Put on what you like." I had never been so hard. The next time we had sex, the same thing.
At first, it was just about teasing me and how much it turned me on. She would tell me to find a video of a black guy fucking a white girl, because "that's what you're into". I'd try to touch her and she would pull away, "keep watching, I thought you just want to watch?" She started to comment on the guys, gasping or saying "oh my god" when they would pull their BBC out. I'd grab myself, and she'd ask "you want to finish before he's done fucking her?" It drove me wild, I got harder, and sex was better for her.
My wife was enjoying our changing dynamic. We had both always been reserved, neither of us were the type to take control in the bedroom. That was changing, and she enjoyed the power shift, enjoyed being in charge, and started to lean into it more and more. She would leave the room, tell me to have a black man on when she returned, and make me wait to start it. When she came back she would make me ask permission, then beg, to be allowed to watch it. She'd tell me I wasn't allowed to touch myself. Eventually, she stopped letting me fuck her while we watched, "you said you want the black men fuck, you don't get to participate." Whether she knew it or not, she had already started to turn me into her cuckold.
It started as enjoying the power shift. Slowly but surely, the images on our screen started to penetrate her psyche, just as had happened to me almost two decades prior. She started to get as turned on watching it as I did, which turned me on more. She'd have me go down on her for the entire video instead of sex, it was only about her pleasure. She would comment more and more on the black men, talking about how hot they were or sexy their body was. She always talked about their cocks. "Jesus, he's so big," and "omg, he's so deep." She started asking for more extreme videos, first cuckolds ("that's your dream, to be that guy, right?"), then gangbangs, then even ******* videos. She would grab the back of my head as she spoke along with the video, "big black cock, big black cock. Big. Black. Cock."
She was getting hooked. She started pointing out attractive black men in public, whispering "I bet his cock is huge," or "can you imagine him fucking me?" She downloaded hookup apps to swipe right on black guys, playing the role of cheating spouse whose husband couldn't satisfy her. She'd read the conversations with the guys aloud as I went down on her. The men were more confident telling my wife what they would do to her than I was after years of marriage. She started asked for pictures of their dicks and sending them nudes of herself, looking at the pictures as I tried to please her. When she was done she'd leave me the phone to scroll through the conversations as I finished myself off, but watching porn was off limits without her. "My cuckold can't watch a black man fuck if I'm not there with him."
Finally, inevitably, it had completely infiltrated her mind. Just like me she was completely addicted to BBC. She was more explicit than ever, "I need that black cock to fuck me," or "I want his dick and balls in my mouth so bad." She dropped the facade on the hookup apps, used her real name, her real story, she was a wife whose husband wanted to watch her get fucked by a superior black man. She started going on swinger and cuckold sites looking for bulls, and would read the conversations to me about how they have dealt with wives and cucks like me before. About how they made the cuck's wife cum over and over again as he watched in the corner, pathetic, jerking off. She made me read the conversations out loud to her, take pictures of her to send to them, and show me the pictures of their cocks to remind me what "a real man who can please me looks like."
Over time, the conversations with the likes of Chris, Andre, Jalen, and Tyrone started to dwindle. She would read what she and Malik talked about, then Malik again, and again. He told my wife how he'd dominate her, tell her what he expected her to do, and how he'd keep me in line. That she needed him to please her, that she should worship and obey him. It was no surprise my wife wanted him. He was 6'3", in great shape, good looking, confident. He sent my wife pictures of his cock and body every day, and she did the same. His cock was huge, twice the size of mine, 10 inches and thick. "There's no way you can compete with that." She planned a rendezvous for drinks with him while I was at work, and was swooning like a school girl for days.
Finally, one day I came home from work. She told me to put a cuckold video on. As it started, she told me to start jerking off. This was different. As I did, she told me "Malik told me he wants to see me tonight. I'm going to go get ready for him." I couldn't believe it.
It was finally going to happen. And I wouldn't be there.
She told me this was for her. I had asked her to do this, and now she wanted to. She and Malik were going on a date, and she wasn't sure what would happen after. I didn't know how to feel about her being out in public with him, alone with him after, but we were way past me being able to stop her, and even farther past me wanting to. "I want to be able to enjoy myself, to let loose, not have to worry about if you're OK with everything." I was hard-pressed to disagree with her. Her focus was on pleasing Malik, who would be pleasing her. She couldn't risk me being uncomfortable and distracting her. She wanted to be all his, to belong to him.
I sat all night with my dick in my hand, wondering how things were going. At 11:30 I got a text, and read the message on my lock screen "Don't wait up for..." I immediately opened the phone to read the full message. "Don't wait up for her. She belongs to me tonight." Accompanying it was a video, filmed by Malik. In the video my wife never broke eye contact with the camera, as if she was looking directly at me, stroking his massive black cock as she sucked it. I blew the biggest load of my entire life, still in awe that it had actually happened.
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