Finally there:
I started to get nervous. I had been anxious and excited all day, but sitting on the couch while my wife, Rachel, was upstairs getting ready, I realized how little I knew about how it would go down. It was finally going to happen. For more than a decade I'd fantasized about it, I'd imagined it since I started dating my wife, and a little over a month after she started sleeping with Malik I was going to watch. But beyond knowing that he was on his way, I knew so little about what was about to happen.
There were some ground rules. Malik had agreed for me to be there, but it wasn't his thing. He had some fun sending taunting texts and videos before, but was not in this for a cuckold relationship. There would definitely be no physical contact between us, and he told my wife that he really wanted nothing to do with me period. He was there to fuck her, and I was to be a silent observer. But now my mind was racing. Where would it happen? Would Malik hang out beforehand, or would they get right to it? Would he and I talk, what would I say? I'm shy and quiet around new people under normal circumstances, and a man coming to fuck my wife while I watch was far from normal. I started feeling overwhelmed by the situation, but I was way too turned on to have second thoughts.
My wife came down the stairs, turned the corner into the livingroom and my jaw dropped. Technically she was wearing a black halter mini dress, down to her upper thigh with a plunging neckline that left nothing to the imagination. It looked equal parts lingerie, outside of a solid strip down her center the entire thing was lace. Very see through on her ribs and hips, and only slightly less so on her ass. She didn't wear anything like this and would never wear it outside of the house, but these days it was tough to say that for sure. A lot had changed in a couple months. Her hair and makeup were meticulously done, she was wearing heels in the house, and jewelry at every level, including both her diamond engagement ring and all three of her diamond wedding bands.
She asked if I was nervous, I conceded "a little." She laughed and told me "just have fun," opened a bottle of wine, and poured us both a glass. Easier said than done. Her anticipation was palpable. I'd grown accustomed to that energy, though it had always been followed by her heading out the door previously. The gravity that I was about to watch Rachel get fucked, by a man far superior to me sexually by her account, was starting to hit me. The fantasy had turned me on enough to come clean to my wife, and the videos that she had sent of her and Malik were the hottest things I'd ever seen. But those were curated, specifically chosen moments, and I was still far enough removed. Now I'd be in the room, there to witness the raw reality, every moment.
We made small talk for a few minutes until her phone buzzed. Malik was here. I followed three steps behind her to the front door, Rachel opened and stepped aside to let him in. In person, I could only describe Malik as a phenomenal specimen. We were both 6'3", but you wouldn't guess we were the same height, he was such a more imposing figure. He had pounds of added muscle I didn't, his physique was apparent in clothes. He was handsome and well dressed, the type of guy that turns women's heads anywhere he goes. A part of me was even a little impressed that Rachel had landed him.
As soon as he entered I became turned on. The comparison between Malik and I was humiliating, and that was arousing in a way I'd never felt before. Standing in the same room Malik was so obviously superior to me physically. I felt pathetic, there was no question who the alpha was. Of course Rachel couldn't get enough of him, of course he fucks her better than me, look at him. That is what a real man looks like. My wife's eyes were locked on him, she had never looked at me the way she was looking at him. Almost glazed over. Pure, animalistic lust.
Malik walked to me and shook my hand, we introduced ourselves, and I awkwardly tried to hide that I was already aroused. He stepped back, and wasn't immediately sure what to do next. We all knew he was fucking my wife, but for a moment he was almost awkward like me, unsure how to greet her in front of me. For a few seconds we stood in an awkward circle. I felt on slightly more even footing with him, but the moment was short-lived. My wife was impatient to get her hands on him, and I was quickly put back in my place. She put her arms around his waist and her hands in the middle of his back, and looked up at him. Any hint of uncertainty was gone, Rachel reassuring him that she was his. As usual. He reached his right hand around, grabbed her ass, and pulled her up and in to him, and they started to kiss.
It was an overwhelming rush. To say I felt emasculated didn't do it justice. Knowing that they were fucking and seeing videos didn't compare. I felt completely pathetic, and more turned than I had ever been in my entire life. Malik was able to trigger the raw, passionate, sexual energy in my wife that I, maybe she, hadn't even known she had. Unlike anything I'd ever felt before, embarrassing and completely exhilarating at the same time.
I stood there, probably mouth agape, watching them. Rachel, trying to keep me from being awkward and buy them a little time, told me to go pour Malik a glass of wine and lock up. I headed to the kitchen, Rachel grabbed Malik by the hand and followed behind to the livingroom. I was turned on by the thought of serving him, and felt the urge to lean further into the role of a cuckold. When I entered the livingroom Malik was seated at the edge of the chaise, facing in towards the rest of the couch, Rachel seated next to him. My wife had a hand on his knee, his hand was much further up her thigh, their faces only a few inches apart looking at each other.
Not sure whether to interrupt, I paused just inside the room, several feet away. My wife noticed me, looked me in the eye, and then leaned in and began making out with Malik. He leaned back as she pressed into him, putting an arm behind him for support. Rachel moved her hand from his knee to his hip, and the other underneath his shirt, while Malik moved his hand up her dress to grab her ass. I stood and watched, entranced, holding the glass of wine. I was fixated on Rachel's face, her eyes shut, watching Malik's tongue enter my wife's mouth and entwine with hers. Nothing had prepared me for the image of my wife passionately kissing another man. Videos of Malik fucking her were one thing, but there was an intimacy to the kissing, a romance. It emphasized how strongly my wife desired him and compounded my arousal.
Rachel stopped and looked at me. "Do you have Malik's *******?" she asked. I said nothing, and went to hand the glass to her. She stopped me, "it isn't for me, it's for Malik. Give it to him," she was demanding that I serve him as well as her, "and go sit over there." We briefly met eyes, his a look of confidence, maybe even pity, mine of shame but so much arousal. I handed him the glass and moved to a chair on the far side of the room.
Things moved fast from there. As soon as I sat Malik stood up, wine in hand. Without saying anything, as if choreographed, my wife dropped to her knees in front of him. Rachel pulled his pants down and off of his ankles. Amazingly, she then folded them and placed them on the table. The bulge in his boxer briefs couldn't be missed from twice as far away. I watched it grow larger as Rachel rubbed her hands and lips against it. I was so hard that it hurt, but afraid to take my pants off or touch myself for fear I would cum immediately. Rachel coulld only keep the foreplay up for so long before giving in to her desire, and finally pulled down his underwear.
Neither of them paid me any attention to notice how desperate I was for that moment. I discovered interracial a month after I first began watching porn. I instantly became hooked, and in almost two decades since had not watched anything else, even once. Over those 20 years I progressed to cuckold videos, *******, trainer, and BBC worship videos. I joined interracial websites and spent countless hours consuming captioned images and gifs. Big Black Cock was the the most impactful thing in my sexual life. I was actually going to see it live, for the first time, and with my wife's hands wrapped around it.
Malik wasn't even hard yet, but was already bigger than me. His BBC hung at least 7 inches, already thick enough to be a handful for my wife. Rachel grabbed his cock with both hands, stroked it several times, then started at Malik's balls and licked up the base to the head, before shoving it as deep into her throat as she could.
Rachel had warned me that she was different with Malik, but in that moment I realized you could never truly be prepared. I couldn't believe how dutiful she was, treating him with the deference that a servant shows their master. My wife would maybe give me head for a couple minutes before sex, but always the same. A task to complete and move on. She sucked Malik's cock for 20 minutes without ever saying a word.
I was shocked at how obediently my wife behaved, almost as if trained. Malik stood silently, sipping the wine that I had served him, as my wife jerked him off and sucked his balls and cock. Without saying a word he handed her his wine, Rachel held it silently as he removed his shirt. He sat down on the couch and placed his hand out. Rachel returned the wine, remained on her knees, grabbed his cock with both hands, and put it back in her mouth. She was a different lover than she'd ever been with me, dutiful, insatiable, and his to control. Later Malik moved back and motioned to the cushion next to him. Rachel simply got on the couch and resumed sucking his cock. After two taps to her lower back she arched and put her ass up.
Malik continued to sip his wine the entire time, using his free hand to pull Rachel's hair or grab her ass. I worked up the courage to unzip my pants, but didn't dare touch myself. They glanced at the sound of me undoing my belt, and Rachel couldn't hold in a giggle at the sight. My inferiority was on full display, all three of us knew he was in charge, the hierarchy went without saying. Malik was fully hard now, and I was in awe at how massive he was. I half wanted to kneel before him. I had underestimated how striking it would be in person. All Rachel could do was laugh at the sight of her husband, gawking at her as she sucked a superior man's cock, so hard that I was afraid I'd cum if I touched myself.
She locked eyes on me and grabbed his cock with both hands. She stared right at me as she jacked him off slower and slower, uuuuuuuuuppppppp, dooooowwwwnnnn, emphasizing how much mass there was to handle. "He's so fucking big," she spoke softly, "look at this dick." She waved it around as she stroked, still looking at me, "this is a real man's dick. This is what I need." I looked at Malik and his eyes were shut, biting his lip. I looked back at Rachel, her eyes shut and her face in a huge smile. Part giddy, part laughing, she kept stroking. She sped up, still stroking with both hands as she put her mouth back on his cock. She stroked as fast as she could as she sucked his dick. Malik straightened his legs, grabbed my wife's head with both hands and held it there. He bit his lip, and flexed his hips, pushing his BBC as deep as it could go. She kept stroking as Malik groaned, holding her head steady as he busted a load, and Rachel gagged slightly as he came into her throat.
Malik held her head steady, and Rachel didn't resist, accepting each burst of cum. Malik let go, moving his hands to her boobs. He fondled them as she slowly stroked his cock, milking each drip of cum into her mouth. She let it drop from her mouth, softening but still eight inches as it dropped with a thud onto my couch. Rachel licked around the base and his balls, and then wiped her face into her mouth.
I had almost cum without touching myself. It was apparent I had little chance of outlasting them. Rachel looked back at me with that same devilish smile. I'd never seen it before but knew what it was saying. The smile that said now you see what I haven't been able to get enough of this last month. Now you see what I need, what I crave. Now you see what a real man looks like, can do to me, and that I'm not going back to you. She kept that smile on me as Malik grabbed her neck and pushed her back down onto the couch. She kept her gaze as Malik kissed her neck and collarbone, working down to her navel. She stared into my eyes, grabbing her boobs, as Malik grabbed her ass and licked her thighs. She gasped and finally broke eye contact letting out a long moan as Malik began to eat her pussy, and I was secondary once again.
