Part one: A husband’s desire for his wife
I have been married to my beautiful wife, Victoria, more than ten years now. In half of those years, I have imagined seeing her naked in the arms of another man.
Do I sound crazy for admitting that? If so, then somebody better come and lock me up and throw away the key. Yet I won’t deny this feeling, this craven urge I’ve carried upon myself for years. It’s a secret I’ve never revealed to anyone besides myself. Why should I? If ever I did, I would probably be labeled a lunatic. If ever Victoria hears about it… I can only imagine how she would respond. It definitely might prompt towards us getting a divorce… but who knows, maybe she might even be up for it.
Every time I see Victoria naked, it is the wish of seeing her giving herself over to another man that fills my head with exciting imagery. Every time she allows me to play with her tits, it is the desire that there is another man out there who appreciates sucking her tits more than I do that compels me to remain rock-hard so I can play with her.
I have been around the world, physically as well as on the internet. Matter of fact, that’s where you go these days if you really wish to learn more about yourself and human nature. I have signed up at numerous cuckold forums and taken pleasure watching erotic videos of wives (women who are around and above Victoria’s age range) having copious sex with black men. The feeling these videos unleash upon me is unlike anything I’ve experienced in a long time. I find myself gravitating towards them more and more.
Watching those women submit to the black men, seeing the obvious look of lust that lights up their eyes as they suck those thick black cocks, then spreading their legs to get fucked… tell the truth, haven’t you ever imagined your wife assuming that role?
That’s what’s stayed longer in my mind all this time. It’s partly the reason why I sought out these various cuckold sites, to correspond with other husbands out there who are just like me. To my surprise, there’s plenty of them out there. To think that all this time, I thought I was the only one that harbored such crazy thoughts about my wife, only to find out how wrong I was. More and more each day, there are husbands out there, young and old, who are contemplating a similar desire: to see their wives and girlfriends sexually pleasing black men.
I wasn’t alone or afraid to share my thoughts anymore. What a fucking relief that was!
Some of the husbands that I’ve corresponded with via email and social media are so desperate for this to happen that they have weaned themselves off having sex with their wives. One husband I know said he had even gotten as far as to start taking estrogen pills to suppress his libido. Go figure. His intention being that his wife would get the message and decide to venture out and find a boy-toy to fuck. The husbands are always crossing their fingers that some such scheme would work and that it would be a black man their wife would find.
Other husbands wish for it to occur by accident. I, too, have had similar wish: to return home after a hard day at work and find Victoria in bed with a stranger. A black stranger. The question is how would I respond if and when such a thing happens. Would I shut the door and leave them together, or do I pretend to get upset and listen to her apologies, while praying that she gets to attempt it again? Some husbands have discussed the idea of taking their wives to a club, get them tipsy, and persuade them to dance with any man who might venture towards their table. That sounds too much of a risk to me… but one never knows what might work.
This lust keeps growing in my heart and mind. It sometimes feels that I cannot concentrate on anything else. At night, my dreams are filled with images of my wife stripping out of her dress while another man stands waiting for her. A black god. I sit in a chair across the room watching. I try to imagine the man would make pleasant love to my wife. But it never happens that way. Instead, he manhandles Victoria roughly. He rips her panties off and flings her upon the bed, and takes her. His desire involves getting what he wants from her.
He fucks her wild. He fucks her every which way across the bed. Victoria screams, she fights, but also she succumbs to his urge, wanting it so bad that she cannot do without it. I sit there stroking my penis in my hand while my mouth waters at the sight of Victoria getting fucked. I pray that the bull gets to climax inside her, and in my dreams, that is exactly what happens. Victoria resists his intention at first, but soon relaxes her body and allows him to have his way with her.
I awake in the morning always sporting a boner in my shorts, dripping pre-cum on my thighs. Victoria sniggers and asks if I’m seeing someone else in my dreams besides her. We do make love, but always when we do, I pretend to be someone else. Or in most cases, I pretend someone is in my place fucking her instead of me. The dreams then reoccurs to me and I see the black man fucking her.
He’s fucking her harder.
She spreads her legs, caresses his shoulders, begs him for more.
More is what he then gives her.
Postscript:
I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a pickle. It appears Victoria has discovered my treasure trove of interracial/cuckold porn, not just the ones on my computer, but the vast majority I had stashed in my external drive. Clumsy of me to have left that thing in my drawer and forgotten all this time to hide it someplace else.
But it’s too late to do anything about it now — Victoria’s found them, and all morning I’ve been doing nothing besides thinking up what sort of explanation to give to her.
I’m at the office at the moment. I got a call from her an hour ago, telling me what she had found, adding that we seriously need to talk when I get home. I’m sifting through my mind right now, wondering what to do.
What should I do?
