My heart beat fast as I watched them. My arousal level matched what I knew must be theirs. They were only talking, but in truth they were nearly making love at the table, aroused by the sexual intensity of the other person. It was like delicious porn, and their arousal excited me. Their desire heated my own passion, and I wanted to see the consummation of their coupling. I wanted, for the first time in my life, to see my wife get fucked by someone else. I yearned to see him enter her, to fill her, and to drive an orgasm from her core like an explosion.
The dynamic sexual energy was so intense in the room it had me shaking with desire. Not only did I feel the heat, I wanted to see my wife get the heat, and be thoroughly fucked and I wanted to watch the fire burn. For the first time in my life someone else's passion was transferred to me, and I yearned to see these two people fornicate. I ached to watch them mate like animals in heat in a Disney film.
I could not explain it in ten thousand words, or understand it in a year of reflecting, and I didn't want the feeling to evaporate or diminish one degree. I wanted to see it out, to see it happen, and to savor the delicious flavor of their sex. For the first time I can remember, I understood the spirit of the cuckold.
The two individuals before me were so carnal their sexuality shook the room. They were in full rut, like two elk in heat. They were being intimate without touching. His body seemed to need to be inside of her. I could see that. She seemed to want him to slide into her wetness. It would have been a crime to keep this from happening.
I watched them kiss without touching. I saw them nearly fuck without contact. I could no longer deny that I wanted it to occur and to be able to see it. I longed to watch them. I yearned to see his cock sliding into her pussy, pushing her labia apart, opening her up, filling her secret space.
She had obviously believed what I had told her about it being up to her, because at the table she was courting this guest in our house, seducing him, actually inviting him to ravish her, even as her husband sat across the table. I had said it is her choice, and she was making that choice right in front of me, with my permission and my wanting to watch it. I had seen them toy with desire and was enchanted by the sight of it happening. Finally, I could not wait any longer.
"Why don't the two of you go to the bedroom," I said.
Understanding, wanting it before she even knew it herself, aroused to the point of pre orgasmic bliss, she took his hand and led him up the stairs to our bed. They undressed slowly, savoring the task, loving the moment, then they crawled in bed and he entered her without a moment's delay, as if it had been planned all evening, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to fuck the host's wife. I stood in the doorway, as I had followed them up, and I watched what I had wanted to see more than anything all evening. It surprised me that I wanted to see them fuck, but I truly did, more than I could believe.
She arched her body towards him, pulling him inside of her, pushing against his weight. Unable to resist, I stood at the door and watched them fuck like newlyweds, bucking and fucking, sighing and groaning, kissing and caressing, panting and playing, and I loved it all. I was simply mesmerized by what I was witnessing, thrilled at being able to watch them and liking it. I was doing what I never expected I would.
My son was with his grandparents, so the weekend was free for her to make love to him uninterrupted, unrestrained, undenied. I am not sure if the power of the experience was not intensified by the taboo of racial prohibition and the contrast of skin color, but I suppose it was. The truth is I had never considered watching her before, had never been attracted to interracial sex or thought about it one way or another, but the fact is it was intense and powerful and to rebuff it would have been a move I had no intention of making.
As they were upstairs in our bedroom, I went back downstairs and sat, imagining what was still going on in our bed, what sexual wonders were happening just a short distance from where I sat. It was true I had told her she was free to have sex with anyone she chose, but this was different because it seemed predestined to happen, decided even before I saw them together. It seemed to occur as they stood close to one another in the kitchen, as they spoke, even as they casually touched, innocently kindling the flames, drawing one another into a sexual undertaking they could not avoid, nor should they.
When they left the meeting at the school together it was already set in motion and probably couldn't have been stopped even by a possessive husband who was not interested in seeing it. What I was realizing was that she was giving me something that I truly wanted, something that excited me beyond belief, something I could not deny. When she went off the first time I was fine with it, but I didn't ache to see it, hunger to watch it happen, want to have him fuck her. I had only allowed it the first time, but this time I prayed for it to take place, dreamed of seeing it, and was invigorated by the thought of her with him, of him in her, and of her gripping him with the muscles of her vagina.
Their mutual sexual energy nourished me, energized me, and made me shake with excitement. The thought of a black cock pushing into my wife was overwhelming and exhilarating. The idea of her white pussy swallowing his lengthy meat sent shivers through me and raised my excitement to a level I had never known before.
I relished being able to see his long black cock sliding between her lovely lips and hoping to see him come, filling her mouth with his semen, having her swallow every pearly drop of cum, letting it slid down her throat like cream. I wanted to creep into our bedroom to watch her again as she took him deep and repeatedly, generating loads of foamy suds that gathered on their combined genitals, coating her thighs and matting her pubic hair, covering his cock.
The night makes me admit how very much I really like porn but rarely had acknowledged it. The pictures in my head were pure porn: explicit, erotic, and prurient. What I pictured my wife doing with her black friend was right out of an x-rated interracial porn film. I had never seen or thought at all about back-on-white porn, but what I was envisioning at the moment was exactly that. I was reveling in that very thing. It had raised my temperature, sped up my heart, and made me hard. I didn't feel guilty because I was happy my wife was being fucked by a black lover, I celebrated it.
I thought of pink lips encircling the black, bulbous tip of that monster cock and I smiled to myself. "Fuck her good, brother," I thought. I searched the web for black on white sex on my laptop and watched a large black man fill the pussy of a white housewife with a large salami and I nodded, "Yeah, like that," I said.
I had not thought of the sexual superiority of black men before that night, but I had seen it happening right before my eyes. That is when I decided, on the spot, to ask if I could watch. I wanted to see the magic, the power and electricity of black-on-white sex, with my wife being the receptacle for that massive black snake. I decided right then I wanted to see it, to experience it, to share in the moment of her marvelous sex with Marcos.
When they finally came down, walking together down the stairs, I stood and said I know they wanted to rest, but I said, "I really would love to watch you. I saw something happen tonight at the table I am awed by, and I would really like to watch you fuck her," I said. "I saw a little bit at first, when you first went in, but I would like to see you slid into her, to fuck her, to see her suck your cock. I have never asked that before, but tonight I would be honored to be allowed to watch you screw my wife in my own bed, at my own house, and with her permission," I said as if in a speech to congress.
