For those of you who recall my 750-word story titled "All It Takes Is A Change", I have removed it from my Literotica library and replaced it with this full-length multi-chapter series detailing a lot more of what brought Scott and Hailey to their mountain cabin for a weekend of depravity with two black men. A good number of readers told me they enjoyed the original, but felt deprived by only having 750 words detailing the young couple's interracial journey. In this version, I changed few details, but I did turn down the cuckold humiliation vibe a few notches. I've obviously also filled in a lot of exciting content along the way. I hope you enjoy it.
If you'd like a PDF copy of the original 750-word story, send me message through Literotica with your email and I'll send it to you.
As is always the case, I do not give anyone permission to edit, copy, or publish this story without my consent. That especially pertains to a thief who calls herself Leah Jenkins who 'publishes' stolen stories on Amazon. This criminal stole both Cuckolds Anonymous and I Found My Wife's Black Dildo and has edited and resells them there under different titles (Welcome to Cuckolds Anonymous and My Wife's Darkest Secret). If you have a chance, go to her author page on Amazon and expose her as the thief and fraud she is. There is no reason to believe all of her stories aren't stolen from actual authors. I'd like to think a significant number of negative comments from my loyal readers would put a stop to her thievery.
Now on to the good stuff...
I stood there on my outdoor deck staring at the Ponderosa Pines circling our mountain cabin. I took a final draw from my cigarette before stamping it out. So many thoughts sifted through my brain as I thought back to the meeting my wife and I had with our sex therapist only a few months previously.
The clinical expert's words resonated in my mind now.
"I believe the two of you should consider introducing a new dynamic to your sex life. Based on our conversations Scott and Hailey, while I'm typically supportive of couples like yourselves working it out, I think it could be good for your marriage. Afterall, variety is the spice of life!"
We had been attending weekly sessions with Colleen for over a month, but this particular meeting was the one she titled:
Share a Sexual Fantasy Your Significant Other Doesn't Know.
Our therapist had provided the instructions at the close of the previous week's meeting. The idea was to share a sexual fantasy we had never admitted to each other before. It didn't matter whether it was large or small, but we both had to agree that we wouldn't discuss it over the course of the week and neither of us would be judgmental or upset when learning of the other's admission. After divulging our fantasies, our therapist would help us determine whether executing either or both could be beneficial to our sex life and ultimately our marriage.
Hailey and I had grown up in homes where sex was rarely discussed, and thus neither of us was very good talking about it. For that reason, the first few sessions with Colleen had gotten off to a slow start. I suspected this one would be the most uncomfortable yet.
As it happened, I had one of my busiest weeks of the year at work, so I couldn't give a lot of thought to my portion until I received an email from Dr. Darrington, Colleen as she preferred we call her, reminding us we were both expected to share our fantasies the following afternoon in her office.
When I got home that night and after pouring myself a rye Old-Fashioned, I approached Hailey and asked if she was prepared for our meeting with our therapist the following day. I noticed an impish look in her eyes before she answered cautiously, "I think so...how about you?"
"I've been slammed all week and haven't had too much time to mull it over, but I'll be ready."
The fact was, I really didn't need additional time, I just needed to build up the courage to share my assuredly surprising fantasy. I really had no idea how Hailey would respond, but I was nervous that despite the pact we made with our therapist, she'd be surprised and perhaps upset when I came clean.
The following day, we didn't talk much in the car on the way to the therapy session. I was still in serious dilemma as to whether I should drop my kink bomb or suggest something more benign. I was fully expecting Hailey to commit to something far less provocative, like leaving the lights on more often when we made love.
When we arrived, the receptionist asked us to take a seat in the waiting area until the therapist finished with another client. I still couldn't gauge Hailey's level of nervousness compared to mine, but she wasn't showing any outward signs of anxiety that I could see.
Five minutes later the pretty young assistant provided us a sparkling water and led us into Colleen's office.
The clinical expert stood and welcomed us before positioning us side-by-side on a small sofa in her office. She sat down in a leather recliner directly across from us. I didn't enjoy attending these sessions, but I had to admit I certainly didn't mind checking out our hot therapist each time we met.
I guessed from the way she carried herself, Colleen was probably in her mid-forties but didn't look it. In fact, if not for the huge rock on her finger, I would have tabbed her as the hottest cougar in the medical complex which was teaming with rich, divorced health professionals. She wore her auburn hair up and had on sexy librarian-style glasses. She'd clearly had a little work done on her lips and eyes, but it was subtle and for once I thought it actually looked good. The swell of her huge tits beneath her flowing blouse was impossible to miss and so were her long stocking-clad legs in four-inch heels. They were crossed directly in front of us extending from her conservative above-the-knee business skirt.
"Well Scott and Hailey, I really think we've made some great progress in the past five weeks, don't you?"
We both nodded our heads, but truthfully, I didn't feel I'd learned a damn thing about what Hailey and I could do to rebuild our once-flourishing sex life. Both now in our mid-thirties, living in suburbia with a couple of kids—the exciting and spontaneous sexual encounters were now few and far between.
The therapist continued. "As you know, we've reached a point in our sessions where I like to take a little detour from all the stuff we've discussed so far and give each of you a chance to reveal a sexual fantasy you've never shared with one another. It can be something you think consciously about in your alone times or even a reoccurring dream you have. The idea is to bring potentially arousing content to our current and future discussions while perhaps building a roadmap to encounters we all agree could be good for your long-term sexual prospects."
We both understood the counselor's recommendation made sense, but were we truly committed to stepping out of our conservative comfort zone? Nevertheless, we both nodded our understanding while not making eye contact with one another.
"I know this can be difficult, but remember we are in our own little circle of trust, and I implore each of you to remember the other's feelings and desires and resist any temptation to be angry, surprised, or close-minded. We'll discuss each of your admissions together once you've made them. And again, this can be anything large or small—from hanging naked from the top of the Golden Gate Bridge to using sex toys in bed together. Scott why don't you go first."
I looked at her like she had two-heads. "Thanks a lot Colleen!"
After a few seconds of laughter, I turned in Hailey's direction, and she did the same. I studied her beautiful face—I loved her more than any man could love a woman. But now, perhaps due to those feelings, I suddenly questioned our decision to seek out the help of a sex therapist. At Colleen's urging, I was about to admit something to my wife I never believed would leave my lips. But also, for the first time since Colleen gave us the assignment, I could glean a certain amount of apprehension on Hailey's face for what we were both about to do.
"Honey, please just remember this is a fantasy and I hope it doesn't upset you, but...but I...uh have this fantasy of watching you...um...having sex with another man...an endowed one. In fact, my true fantasy is for him to be a hung black man."
Time seemed to stand still.
Although the words had escaped my mouth, I suddenly felt like I was choking on the heavy air surrounding us. Unbelievably, I watched the expression on Hailey's face go from one of utter surprise to, of all things, something resembling relief.
But before either of us could say a thing, the therapist's voice interrupted the proceedings.
"Hmm Scott, that's an interesting admission, cuckolding fantasies are becoming more prevalent with married men these days. As for the uh...secondary component...there is the obvious taboo element associated with interracial sex that makes it more unique for some people. I'm sure it took a lot of courage admitting your fantasy in this setting, I'm proud of you for sharing. Hailey, now that you've had a minute to process it, what are your initial thoughts regarding Scott's fantasy?"
Hailey looked back and forth at both of us before answering.
"Wow, I can't say I saw
