The kids had finally left the house for college and here I was at forty. Our sex life could not be better, or so I thought. My husband Bill was an executive at a big corporation, everyday calling all the shots that may make or break the company. This may have explained his kinky submissive side and the even kinkier request he had made of me.
One day he got a little nervous after we had had sex. It was nothing big; it just seemed that he had something on his mind. I asked him what was going on and he told me that he had had this fantasy. I asked him what it was, knowing that this type of sharing was sometimes hard for men to do.
I thought maybe he wanted me to dress up as a harem girl or put on leather and tie him up; to help our marriage I was ready for anything; or so I thought. He paused and said that his fantasy was watching me have sex with another guy. I was taken a bit aback by this but was also curious, so I asked him to tell me more.
After a long pause he went on telling me that his fantasy involved him watching as I was fucked by a black man's huge cock while he watched from the side assisting the stud in using me. I was shocked to say the least. In all our years of marriage I had never even heard him once hint of anything like this. At times he had sounded downright racist. To hear someone want me to be used as a whore coming from my own husband was more than I could take.
I guess despite my best intentions I got angry at him and tossed him out of the bedroom. After a few chilly days we made up. A few months later he cautiously brought the subject up again. Well, I had calmed down by then and figured maybe I could use this fantasy to spice up our sex life a bit. I had even bought through the mail one of those "realistic" black rubber dildos (I would never have had the nerve to buy it at a store). Even as it was I was terrified that the mailman would know what was in that package.
One night when my husband came home I told him I had a surprise for him. I instructed him to strip and lay down on the bed. I came into the bedroom wearing nothing but a black bra and crotchless panties. I took out the dildo from the dresser draw. "Look I decided that though I might not ever really take another man inside of me we could explore your fantasy a bit. Want to watch?" He nodded in agreement.
I took the rubber cock and rubbed it all over my "mommy" tits while I talked to it as if it were attached to a real man. "Oh! Your cock is so big! But my husband is right there." I said in mock terror as I kissed the cock head then slowly sucked it off. My husband's eyes focused only on me which only encouraged me to go on. In the back of my mind I thought if this was a real cock I don't think I would have had the courage to fuck it.
"Please! No sir! Not in my pussy." Then with some lubrication I started to work that monster inside of me while pleading with the black man attached to it not to violate me My husband went ape. Slowly I worked it in and out of me. "Oh! Fuck me with that big black cock!" I pleaded to my rubber lover.
Finally my husband told me he could not take it anymore. He pulled the cock out of me and fucked me frantically. When he came he twisted me around and shoved his cock into my mouth while he fingered my cunt until he was hard again. He then did me "doggie" style so hard I thought the bed would break. All the time he had me say how much I loved black cock. When we were done we fell asleep in a messy, funky heap the way we did when we were teenagers.
I used this interracial fantasy as part of my arsenal to keep him happy. Other times I would tell him "stories" of me being seduced by some dark stud with him adding suggestions along the way as he whacked off. I swear his cum almost hit the ceiling. As time went on the stories, through his suggestions got kinkier and kinkier. It was not enough that I was seduced by some superior black lover, he wanted to be there watching. Then he brought up he wanted to assist. I asked him how and he told me by being forced to hold the man's cock while I sat on it. Or that he wanted to clean up after the man placed his seed in me.
I was worried my husband might be secretly gay. But then I found out about the whole "cuckold" fetish and how it was more about submission and I became more understanding. I tested the waters a bit when I added in him "prepping" the man's cock by sucking on it; he wanted to be "forced" to do so. The one thing I knew not to do, a bit of advice my mother had given was never laugh at a man's fantasy; treat it serious. So when he started hinting at being humiliated by being fucked by my black "bull" I went along with it.
Sometimes he would ask me if I would really do what I said I did in my stories and I had to break his bubble and tell him no, that I was married and it meant the only man I would ever have sex with was him. He would be disappointed but let it go enjoying the fantasy.
He was getting towards his forty-first birthday and was a bit down about it. I tried to cheer him up but to no avail. What could I buy him? He had practically everything money could buy. I thought the only thing that could cheer him up was watching me get fucked by a black guy, and I was not about to do that. My marriage was important to me and I did not believe fooling around outside of it was right. Then I thought "What if I just gave the guy a blow job?" but even that to me seemed a bit too much like cheating. "What about a hand-job?" I thought. Though it was wicked and naughty, it was to me not really cheating. But the thing was would that satisfy my husband?
I thought about it some more and a plan came to mind. Since this whole thing to my husband was about humiliation, being a "cuckold" as he said I would add some other things into it as well to give him that part of his fantasy. Now the problem was how to find a black guy to help me. I did not want anyone from our area, I was sure my husband would help me, but I wanted it to be a surprise to him.
I went to his stash of "Swingers Magazines." Some of the ads in them were organized by state. I had a glass of wine to calm my nerves and started to make some calls. Some people did not return the message, one or two were clearly not who they said they were, some would not be in town or would not abide by my limits. One jerk even left the number of a pizza place. I was about to give up when my cell phone rang back, it was one of the men I had called earlier and had left a message on his answering service, his name was Eric.
Eric told me he could work within my limits. He lived over a hundred miles away but travel would not be that big of a deal for him. As a matter of fact he added some suggestions. I asked him had he ever been involved in a fantasy like this before, he told me several times and laughed. We made arrangements for our "date" and hung up.
I was weak in the knees. I told my husband I had a special surprise for him on Friday, so he had to be home early.