The following story contains interracial, cuckolding, and male on male sex. If any of this offends you, you might want to avoid reading.
My story begins when I discovered my wife Amy's porn surfing habit in her internet history folder. Not just any porn, but mostly interracial group porn. This discovery posed a bit of a thrill, and from time to time I brought up the topic of her fantasies. She often fantasized about group sex, with multiple men. She had no interest in being with another woman. I offered to make her fantasy reality, but she became quite upset with me. Maybe she didn't trust my motives, but I always became very turned on at the thought of her touching another man.
During sex I would often talk dirty, and we would pretend another man was in the room, or I would use a large toy in her ass as I fucked her, and she would go crazy. Again, I asked her if she wanted to be with another man. I suggested that we start small, like with a no-contact situation, where she would strip and put on a show, and "he" would just watch. Again, she became angry, said I shouldn't bring it up again, that if she were interested, she would let me know, but we could still flirt with the idea as a fantasy when we had sex.
We have an active sex life, and she is very open-minded. She was still very much into the fantasy aspect of being with another man, so I asked her to pick out a few porno DVDs, to order them online and surprise me. Several days later a package arrived. All three videos were "black into white" group sex DVDs. From time to time we would watch them as we screwed in the living room. These videos always made her hot.
A few months later I came home after working late, and my wife was reading from a cuckolding website I had visited the previous day. She appeared upset with me when she said she thought she made it clear she wasn't into being with another man. I explained that it was just a fantasy, and that I thought we agreed we could still play around with the idea, and that I wasn't pushing it on her. I reminded her of the last conversation we had when I brought up the idea of acting it out, and that we agreed to leave it up to her. As we discussed this, she said that she could see that this issue wasn't going away any time soon, and that she could see how truly turned on I was at the thought. Her concern was that some fantasies are best left as they are. Her big question to me was what I would get out of it. All I could say was that if she were turned on, I would be turned on, and that I had no interest in being with another woman. She just didn't seem to understand.
A few weeks later while having sex, she started talking dirty, as she often did, saying she wished she also had a cock in her ass. I reached into the nightstand and grabbed the dildo we used for such occasions. As I used the toy on her, she kept moaning that she wanted the real thing, a big fat cock in her ass. After a toe-curling orgasm we lay in each others arms. She confided that she always fantasized about being with a third man, but that she was afraid I would be jealous, or uncomfortable if the man had a larger cock that I mine. Our marriage was perfect, she said, and she wanted nothing to possibly threaten it. I suggested that I had thought about all those issues, and that as long as we communicated everything we were thinking there should be no problems. I really was not insecure about my size or body or about sharing. She then said she really wanted to do it, but only on her terms. I said that was fine, but that I had one requirement: that I was the only one allowed in her pussy. She could give head or take it anally, but her pussy would remain special. She thought that was a good idea. Then she said something that floored me. She wanted to fuck a black man. She said she'd always thought about it, always wanted to do it, but we ended up getting married.
We then discussed how she would safely meet someone. She thought she would place an ad at a swinger's site, but then noticed an ad in an alternative weekly paper for a "Big Black Stud seeking white female or couple. Very well-endowed, thick, 6' 2" 215 lbs, 39yrs. old, educated gentleman. Seeking in-shape white female or couple to get freak on. Husband can watch." "
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"I'll just answer the ad and see where it goes. The guy probably isn't even for real," she said. "I'm a little shy about this, so if you don't mind, I'll go about answering this ad my own way. I'll keep you posted."
The next day the phone rang early in the evening. She said "I'll get it," and quickly grabbed the phoned and headed into the den. When she returned, she was very flushed, and nervously said, "He's coming over Friday night."
"I thought we weren't meeting anyone here for the first time," I argued.
"He sounded very decent on the phone, and he's already emailed a few photos. He is very handsome and well put together. I really don't think we should be wasting money on a hotel room just for this," she answered. "Also, I gave him your phone number. He said he might want to call you first to make sure you really are comfortable with this arrangement."
I didn't know what to say or think. It was one thing to obsess on this fantasy for months, but now it was coming true? And my wife, who has always had a real innocent quality is letting this fantasy take on a life of its own.
"Are you still OK with this?" she said.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I'm just a little nervous," I said.
"I am too, but feel much more comfortable after talking with him. This is your last chance to back out."
"No. I'm fine," I mumbled. "May I see the photos he emailed to you?"
"Um, I don't think that'd be a good idea," she answered.
My mind ran wild on this one. "Why not?" I asked.
"Let's just keep it a surprise for you," she reassured.
"OK," I reluctantly agreed.
"Good. A few more things, so there are no other surprises. I know you really wanted a three way, but Gregg, that's his name, well, he doesn't do three-ways. He said if there is another man in the room, he can only watch, or do as Gregg says. He said that he's the star when he's with a woman, and something about being more than enough for one woman to handle. I told him you would be watching in the room. He said that would be fine. I didn't think you'd mind, after all your talk about watching me with another guy."
I was starting to feel this was getting a bit out of my control. Initially, I regarded this as something where I would be in charge. I would direct the action. I would "allow" another man to enjoy my wife. Amy was turning this into her own fantasy. I'm not really getting anything out of this, although I did tell her that if she were happy, I'd be happy, that her pleasure was my pleasure. I couldn't back out now. I was jarred from my thoughts when my cell phone rang. It was a number I'd never seen before. I answered to hear a deep voice gently say, "Hey, this is Gregg. I'm the guy that will be doing your wife tomorrow. Don't have sex with her tonight or tomorrow, and make sure she is neatly trimmed. I hate a hairy bush. You'll get quite a show. Bye."
The nerve! I didn't know what to think. I was a bit bothered, so I told Amy what he said. She told me not to worry, saying "It's just theater. He said that many husbands fantasize about another man taking their wives. He is just holding up his end of the fantasy, giving you a mental image to chew on and anticipate until tomorrow. He's just putting on a show for you, playing the game, getting into the role. You should know all about it from all the 'take-my-wife porn' you look at and read about. This is cuckolding. There has to be a bit of humiliation on your part. It's all part of the game."
The next evening, Amy spent a good deal of time getting ready. This, more than anything else, made me jealous. She never spent this much time getting ready to go out with me. Besides, how long would she be staying in those clothes anyway? I was feeling a twinge of jealousy. I was beginning to regret this entire idea. I reminded myself that I fantasized about this exact situation on countless occasions. I decided that I was just a little nervous.
Finally the doorbell rang. Amy yelled at me to get the door, as she was still getting ready. I nervously answered the door to look up at a very well-groomed black man. As I opened the door, before any words could get out of my mouth, he just walked in as he handed me his jacket. He immediately told me to get him a glass of wine and he sat down on the sofa. I opened a bottle of wine and poured him a glass, taking as much time as possible so I wouldn't have to be alone with him any longer than necessary.
I handed him the glass.
"Aren't you going to have one?" he said. "I think you should, it looks like you need to relax a bit."
I went back to the kitchen to grab a glass, and then sat in a chair across from the sofa.
"Nice place you have here," followed by a very awkward pause.
"Don't sweat it. Most white women fantasize about black cock, and I just love their reaction when they see it for the first time. They usually don't believe they can even be that big. Where is Amy?" he asked. "
He really got to the point. And why did he have to say her name? I didn't want this to feel personal.
"Here I am" she said as she hustled out of the bathroom, smiling as she glided across the room, looking absolutely stunning in a rather short sun dress.
"That is a fine ass," he said. "Turn around for me. Very nice! Let's get started. Tell your husband to get naked. I want to see how turned on he gets when he watches us."
I undressed, feeling very uncomfortable as they both closely watched me. I was a bit nervous about the situation, and my cock recoiled accordingly.
"I can see why you looked me up," Gregg said, glancing at my cock. "Amy, do you have any restraints, or rope, or anything we can use?"
