The fan spinning above me seemed foreign, as did everything else in the room. I blinked my eyes open in a daze. I knew I was in my own home, in my own bed, but something wasn't quite right.
I looked to my left and Ashley was absent, sexually disheveled bedding in her place. I heard the commotion of pots and pans and breakfast sizzle emanating from the kitchen, but I made no attempt to investigate. I glanced at her nightstand and saw the package of birth control, opened, tabs missing. I cringed, and shook my head groggily as the sounds and images of the previous night ran through my mind. Moments ago I was certain it was all a dream. Realizing now at the onset of the reality, it felt more apt to call it a waking nightmare.
My neighbor had fucked my wife. Richard was a good man, and kind. He was also big, and black, and massively hung. I sat in witness as he bombarded Ashley with a blissful onslaught of powerful orgasms. Their first sexual romp was relatively quick. She was waiting for him on our bed, naked and willing. He mounted her sensually - eventually stuffing his enormous cock deep into her pussy. Mere minutes later she came with sexual ferocity, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure hijacked her nervous system. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. When she finally recovered Richard took her from behind, pounding Ashley with passion, eventually roaring and emptying his massive black balls deep into her womanhood. I came at the sight of it, spewing my own eruption across my lap as another man unleashed himself into my wife.
I thought that would be the end of it. I thought that singularly taboo moment, another man cumming in my wife, would douse this inexplicable flame of marriage altering exploration. I was wrong. I bore witness to another lust fueled session of interracial, extramarital sex, even cumming again at the sexual napalm occurring in front of me. Ashley rode atop him, beneath him, on her side, on her back. Her beautiful white breasts bouncing, responding to his powerful thrusts, her perfect milky ass shaking and jiggling as his onyx tube invaded her succulent, welcoming pussy. Her sopping wet sex clung to his large black organ as if it was destined to be penetrated by it.
As they mated their verbal exchanges grew bold. With each passing position, with each passing orgasm, their dialogue would enter realms of more extreme taboo, more incendiary sexual fuel. The memory of it crushed me, but somehow that same recollection caused my dick to harden.
My wife's blissful moans and groans escaping through her naughty words, "Mmm... Richard... I love your big cock." she would kiss him deeply after she said it, giving in to the moment.
Richard, to his credit, avoided disrespecting me, but in the heat of their more passionate exchanges certain truths escaped - despite the attempted bizarre decorum.
Ashley gazed downward, past her swaying tits, watching with bitten lip as his massive black cock plunged in and out of her. Richard would speak, "You like watching that?"
Ashley would moan and nod in response. Richard joined her in looking down at their colliding sexes, continuing to stir her passion "I love watching that married pussy take it all." Ashley moaned louder, and clawed into his back as he picked up speed. Her pleasure was undeniable "Ohh! Oh God! Richarddd! I can't believe you're fucking meee!" I looked on in aroused horror as Richard's massive black balls slapped against the lily rear of my wife. His mammoth organ plunged in and out of her, coated in a lathery cream of her cum. She continued to groan out her compliments through her writhing. "It's so... I can't... believe... how good it feels... Don't stoppp!!" They both exploded in delirious pleasure as they came, once again, in powerful unison.
That's the last thing I remembered from the evening.
Come to think of it, I don't even remember how I made my way to the bed. The last memory I have is erupting and then slumping back into the chair. Reality slipping away as I blacked out into a slumber.
Looking about my empty bedroom I had a hard time reconciling it all. How could I have let this happen? My wife was taken by another man last night, a man with a penis and body that was much more masculine than my own. I prided myself in being open minded on all things. I respected marriage while simultaneously recognizing its inherent flaws when contrasted against our programming as humans. Was my mind so open that I accidentally approached this idea too far separated from my vows as a husband? Why didn't Ashley put a stop to it? Did she not respect me as a man, as a lover?
No. That couldn't be it. We had great sex, a lot of it. I made her orgasm almost regularly... It was clear and evident over many years that I knew how to satisfy her. I thought back on the 'sexcapades' we had on our honeymoon, but my mind couldn't help itself, and a comparison to Richard was drawn. Another image of Ashley's body racked by mind blowing orgasm flashed across my eyes, massive black cock embedded inside of her pussy.
My mind began to race, and I suddenly felt a panic. For a moment I felt like we... like I... had made a horrible mistake. Our marriage would never be the same. Another deviant image flashed through my head, Richard's large shaft penetrating Ashley once again, her body writhing in incredible pleasure as he invaded her sex, her moans as clear as day. If it was such a terrible mistake than why did it excite me so, even now after the reality of it had occurred in this very bed?
Richard himself had said that many other couples explore things like this, that other husbands enjoy the outrageous taboo of witnessing their wife experience a larger man. I knew better than to believe that outright, but after experiencing this arousal, this inexplicably strong arousal...
Before I had time to further ponder our new reality the bedroom door creaked open. I looked up to see Ashley slowly entering, a tray of bacon, coffee, and orange juice in hand. She looked positively radiant, her entire aura seemingly glowing as she smiled at me. Her hair was perfectly kept, flowing down to her shoulders. She was only dressed in a short sleeved shirt and some linen shorts, but she looked beautiful nonetheless. There was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes as she spoke, "Good morning..." she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, nervously, "Oops. I mean good afternoon."
She moved to the side of the bed and placed the tray down across my stomach, allowing me immediate access to my breakfast. Before I could offer my thanks she interrupted me. "We... s-should probably talk about last night." she stammered, clearly feeling some uncertainty. Clearing thinking of nothing else the entire morning.
Ashley sat down next to me, her large breasts bouncing under her bra-less shirt as her tush hit the bed cushion. Absurdly, my dick stirred at the sight of it. Even after the events of last night I found her relentlessly attractive. Another perverse mental image flashed through my mind, this time of Richards mouth suckling on my wife's large tits.
Reality slipped back in as Ashley grabbed my attention. She brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling at me "Hi." she said.
I took a reluctant bite of bacon, and returned her pleasantry with a mouth full of food. "Hi." I replied, chewing. I really didn't know how to act around her at this moment in time. My feelings were beyond conflicted, confused.
She prodded more, clearly overwhelmed with discomfort "Are you going to talk to me?" There were a mix of emotions in her eyes. I saw fear, I saw love, I saw that same confusion that I was experiencing.
I took another bite of bacon, this time following it with a gulp of orange juice, awkward in reply, "Yea babe - Of course."
She rested her hand on my thigh, asking with noticeable hesitation, "Are you... mad at me?"
I shook my head, and thought about it for a moment.
Was I? My wife had willingly slept with another man, but I was there for it. I was the one, in a short sighted erotic fog, that allowed it to happen.
I finally found my voice, replying, "No baby. No... I'm just. I don't know." I paused, long. She waited patiently, her hand still resting on my thigh. I looked at her, continuing, "I'm confused. I'm mad... at myself."
She responded with nervous energy, "Don't be! There's no reason to be mad! We are here in this bed, married, and in love with each other. I've been thinking about how lucky we are all morning. We are so comfortable and so open with each other. We just had some naughty fun, like a lot of married couples. Are you regretting it? Do you want to try another girl? We could do that."
She was speaking quickly, nerves controlling her cadence. It was clear she was experiencing some conflicting feelings, and her reassurance and offering was her own attempt as assuaging any lingering doubts she might have had - but she wasn't necessarily wrong. I refused to believe that the past few months of foreplay all occurred in a cloud of bad judgement. There was very real eroticism to it all, and during the entire thing feelings were expressed openly and honestly - between all parties. It really did just seem like something adults might do, some dangerous, naughty, sexual fun. Still, there were some very real consequences that needed to be dealt with. But the thought of another girl was the furthest thing from my mind, and I also wasn't completely willing to buy in on the concept that 'a lot' of married couples did things like this.
I replied, mirroring my thoughts, "What? Ash, no. It's not that, I don't want anyone else. I just doubt many married couples do anything like that." I shook my head in resignation.
Ashley made a face hinting at disagreement, and reached for her phone. She tapped a couple words and handed it to me.
The images on the screen were shocking, erotic, and bountiful. Seemingly hundreds of pictures of different couples, wives, other men, black men. Husbands photographing their wives enjoying much larger men.
My wife's voice chimed in, meekly. "They say it's the biggest sexual fantasy for married couples. It's getting more and more popular too. It's called cuckolding, or hotwifing, or swinging." she paused, and then continued again "I've been researching it all morning."
I looked up at her, "Why?"
She blushed, "I don't know... I guess I just wanted some... reassurance, or, confirmation. Last night was... exciting, and it seemed so... natural." The shade of red on her blushing cheeks continued to deepen. "I don't know. I just knew we couldn't be the only ones who had experienced something like that... and sure enough. It's everywhere."
