I laid in bed and listened to her soft, gentle breathing. My arm was draped over her warm, naked body and my hand held hers, our fingers laced together in the predawn darkness. My mind was still reeling and erotic but angst riddled images filled my head as I replayed the previous night on a continuous loop in my mind.
I had met my wife in middle school when I was dating her best friend Jessica. Karen and I hated each other at first and when Jessica and I broke up I didn't see either of them for several years.
Karen and I reconnected during our sophomore year in high school and became friends and drinking buddies. I liked Karen as more than a friend but she wasn't interested in dating me and I was content to just hang out. The following year that changed (I still don't understand why) and we dated for almost 8 years before we finally got married. The marriage went well for ten years then hit a speed bump. We were bickering a lot and rarely having sex. I met a woman online and had a year long, long distance affair. Cheryl lived 2,000 miles away but she was much like my wife in many ways. She was married with two kids and had similar interests in travel and cooking. She was curvaceous, busty and sexy and I really thought I was in love with her but our relationship was tumultuous.
The difference between my wife and Cheryl was purely sex. Cheryl had an open mind and a wild side where as my wife, while not pure vanilla, was reserved with definite opinions about what was good and bad sexually.
Cheryl and I both separated from our spouses and talked about being together forever. We were both hungry to explore our kinky, deviant minds and few subjects were off the table. She was bisexual but she'd had only had one brief exploratory experience with a woman. We talked about swinging and joined websites to meet and talk to like minded people. We dabbled in the BDSM lifestyle. We both identified as switch so we took turns playing the dominant and submissive roles. Cheryl opened my eyes to my own latent curiosities and interests but after almost a year together our relationship became unbearably toxic and unhealthy. I broke up with Cheryl and my wife and I eventually reconciled.
Ten years after I ended my affair, Cheryl and her wild sexuality continued to torment me. I longed for the open lines of communication we had shared and for her open mindedness. I knew we couldn't work as a couple and in most ways other than sex my marriage was going well but I missed the rush of uninhibited sex and I really missed Cheryl pushing my sexual boundaries.
Karen hadn't always been reserved and almost prudish. We'd had some wild times before we were married. She and I had sex on a public beach at night when we were young and I had seen a man watching us while we fucked. We had done other risqué things as well but after our first child was born she closed her adventurous side and sex became boring, monotonous and for the most part our marriage lacked passion so I sought other ways to release my pent up energy.
I had always enjoyed writing. I'd written short stories and I'd begun several novels but I never managed to finish them. In the 90s, before I met Cheryl, I began secretly writing erotica. My early stories were first time lesbian themed and written under a pseudonym. They were mostly stories of seduction and after Cheryl opened my eyes to some deep seeded urges the topic of my erotica changed to focus on my own bicuriosity and other taboo subjects.
I had written hundreds of tales of exploration. They were a healthy way of coming to terms with my taboo, carnal urges without cheating again and as I became comfortable with my desires my stories began to evolve. My fantasies which had often included bisexuality began to focus on cuckolding and cheating wives. My biggest fantasy was to watch my wife with another man but I wasn't a typical poorly endowed cuckold. I had a good sized dick but the urge to see my wife with a really well endowed man became almost an obsession. At first the race of the man wasn't important to me but overtime the men I saw her with in my head were almost always black.
Karen had long insisted that she was not attracted to black men. She made subtle discrete comments to reinforce her position but I had seen anecdotal evidence that disputed her claims and I often suspected that the lady doth protest too much. I had seen her checking black men out when she thought I wasn't looking and numerous time when we were out at a bar (and once while vacationing in Jamaica) she was approached by black men. Each time it was apparent that she was with me but they never seemed to care and I often wondered if she sent unconscious signals or if they caught her looking at them before they approached.
My curiosity about interracial cuckolding built steadily and I watched a lot of interracial porn to satisfied those cravings. In the back of my mind I wanted to make my fantasy a reality but I wasn't sure how or even if it was possible. I began to read up on cuckolding and I picked the brains of men and women in the lifestyle with whom I spoke online.
I was certain that my wife would balk at the idea of an open marriage or even a stag/hotwife dynamic. She would certainly think, because of my prior indiscretion, that I wanted to screw other women rather than just watch her with other men, but that was not my motivation.
When Karen and I had first reconciled after our five month separation she had expressed regret and dismay. She had told me that she wished she had dated other men while we were apart because she knew that I had. The night had I broken up with Cheryl she had called Karen and told her about the affair. My wife had begrudgingly taken me back but I slept on the couch for the first month and we didn't have sex again until I was tested for STDs. After that our sex life flourished for a long time but a decade later we were in a lull. That was when I began searching for a way to let her fulfill her once stated wish to explore other men.
I was, as far as I knew, the only man she had ever been with. She had come close before we started dating with a few boys in school and she may have had her own infidelities in college that I was unaware of since most freshman girls cheat on their boyfriends. But I was basing my actions on the assumption that I was her only lover.
Karen had announced in 2015 after returning from a girls trip to Mexico that she wanted to have a midlife crisis. We were out with friends and she had been drinking at the time. When I asked her later what she meant by her earlier statement she was evasive, only saying that she wanted to do something crazy and out of character. She assured me that she didn't want to cheat on me but I suspected she did. My baseless suspicion was that she was approached and flirted with a man in Mexico but nothing happened. That experience had awakened her dormant urge to experience sexual relations with another man but she was afraid to tell me since she knew not of my cuckold fantasies.
In early 2017 I began conversing with a black man about cuckolding me and seducing my wife. I didn't think it would ever happen but it was a fun fantasy. He gave me tips to test my wife's receptiveness to being with a black man and he also put other lurid thoughts in my oft twisted mind. I began to ask Karen questions to gauge her state of mind. We traveled out of town without our kids for a wedding in August of that year and stayed in a hotel. We had good inspired sex for the first time in months and during foreplay I had asked her what thought gots her the hottest.
Karen told me that she often wished she could climax with me inside her.
"But my body isn't wired that way," she lamented. In 30 years she had never climaxed without clitoral stimulation though I made sure to make her cum most times. She had come close to climaxing during intercourse several times but I'd never gotten her over that final hump.
"You could if I was a lot more flexible," I replied with a grin, implying that I would have to lick her clit at the same time as she loved it and always came when I went down on her. "Or if I could clone myself."
She laughed and I suspect she imagined one of me licking her clit whilst another fucked her. It was a calculated, albeit impulsive, response to see how she reacted and the sex afterward made me think that she liked the idea of being serviced by two men. She would never admit to wanting such untraditional depravity and that was what separated Karen from Cheryl. In hindsight they likely shared the same desires but Cheryl was comfortable admitting hers while my wife wasn't, probably due to her catholic upbringing.
When we got back from the wedding I decided to make a few purchases. I had mentioned that we could use a toy to simulate her getting fucked whilst I licked her clit and in my mind there was only one color to get. I bought my wife's first black cock on a Friday. She was on her period so I couldn't use it right away and I was nervous about how she would react to the color I'd chose. In addition to the dildo I also bought a high end vibrator to help her cum while I fucked her. That night I showed her my two purchased and to my surprise she did not mention the medium mocha hue of the dildo. She also did not mention the size, which at 7.5 inches was more than an inch longer than my fully erect dick.
When Karen's period ended I took her out for a date night. Our daughter was away at school and our son was camping with his girlfriend leaving us alone in the house for some adult fun.
We stripped naked and kissed as I caressed her soft, curvy body.
