When my wife Kendra broached the topic of cuckolding with me, I tried hard to act surprised and even reluctant. We'd been married for six years at that point, and kept very few secrets from each other. I'm a closet bisexual tormented by my Catholic upbringing and my wife is an atheist. To say that we came from different worlds would be an understatement. Kendra is half black and half white, born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Nigerian immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. Kendra grew up in a very liberal, sex-positive environment. My background is somewhat more conservative.
My name is Caleb Rutherford. I was born and raised in the City of Kingston, Jamaica, and moved to Ontario, Canada, in 1999 to pursue a university education. I was eighteen years old at the time. I earned a bachelor's degree in accounting from York University and an MBA from the University of Toronto. By 2005 I was a new citizen of Canada, and I had more degrees than a thermometer. I took an entry-level job as an account manager with the Bank of Nova Scotia in downtown Ottawa, and never imagined I'd stay there so long that I'd become the branch manager.
One day, while walking through the Rideau Shopping Center, I spotted a tall, fine-looking chick with light brown skin, short and kinky black hair, and a killer booty. I approached her, and although she acted coy and played it cool, I could tell that she was feeling me. I learned her name, and after a bit of flirtation, I got her digits. Kendra Oluremi was something else. Just under six feet tall, with a curvy body, fantastic ass and a mesmerizing smile. Yeah, like the young guys say nowadays, I was definitely thirsty for this sister. That's why I asked her out.
Kendra was a sophomore at Carleton University, where she studied civil engineering. The gal wasn't just a pretty face and a sexy ass either, she had brains up the Yin Yang. Kendra always earned top honors in her program. As we got to know each other, I became fascinated by the wild, intelligent and freaky woman that she is. Her parents, Edward Oluremi and Justine McKay-Oluremi definitely liked me. It's always good to get the parents blessing when you're courting a young lady.
I proposed to Kendra a few years later, after a long courtship. we got married in a lavish ceremony inside Ottawa City Hall's fabled banquet hall. We spent our honeymoon in a resort in Montego Bay, Jamaica, and after three weeks in the sun we returned to Ontario. Our lives are hectic since we're both hard-working professionals but we're happy. We have a son together, Elijah, and a daughter, Marilyn. They're the light of my life. Kendra and I bought a lovely house together in the Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa, and life couldn't be better. The only snag is that our sex life isn't what it used to be.
I love my wife and our family means the world to me but I am also a human being and I have sexual needs. Something my wife Kendra seems to have forgotten. I love my wife and would never do anything to endanger her health or our marriage. In other words, I refused to cheat on her even though as a six-foot-two, well-built and university-educated professional black man who makes eighty five grand a year ( after taxes ) lots of women in Ottawa found me appealing. Seriously.
