Ever since discovering a part of my wife’s past that, up until now, I had been oblivious to, the time that we spent together seemed to center around one thing. My big discovery was the fact that, while in college, Sherri had had sex with seven different black men over a period of two years, or at least that is how many she told me about. I have often wondered if there were more and she just chose not to tell me about the rest for fear that I would think she was a whore. I was starting to realize that to be true anyway. Regardless, our sex life had gone off the charts but the basis for it all was her fucking black men. I have to admit that I was enjoying the intensity and frequency of the sex but in the back of my mind I knew it would end in disaster. This is just another installment in a series of true stories that occurred during our last six months of marriage.
Sherri and I had decided to get away for the weekend so we drove to a large city about two hours from where we lived and rented a room at one of the five star hotels. After a brief rest we showered and dressed for dinner.
After a fairly expensive meal we walked out of the restaurant and got into our SUV. I drove toward the part of the city that contains all the nightlife. Most every city has one of these. It’s the part of town where you can easily find street thugs walking along and standing on the corners. There you will also find various bars and clubs. My initial intentions were to find a bar with a band and have a few drinks before returning to our room and spending some time together. However, as we drove along our conversation turned to the popular topic of late, my wife fucking black men.
On several occasions when we would discuss it, she would ask me if I really wanted to see her with another man, a black man. Figuring, that if I said no, it would take away a lot of the eroticism, I always told her yes. Basically, I thought that if I told her that it was just a fantasy and I only used it as a way of turning her on so that the two of us would have sex, she would lose interest. If she lost interest we would be back to where we were, not having sex. I believe that she was doing right the opposite. As time passed and more was learned, I found that she seemed to be using it to build a wall between us and, ultimately, cause us to separate emotionally so it would be easier for her to divorce me.
On this night, as we were in search of a bar or club to go to, we were talking about one of the seven black men she had fucked in college. After some very direct questions on my part, Sherri told me how she had cheated on her boyfriend with this particular black guy. Describing one particular event, she said that she and her boyfriend were at home one day watching TV. Her black friend, I’ll call him CL, called her and asked her to come over even though he knew she was seeing someone else.
At first she said she told him no but he was persistent. She explained, rather proudly, that CL knew how good “it” was, meaning her pussy, and after a little pleading on his part she agreed. She told her boyfriend that she had to go to the library, believe it or not, and then left for CL’s apartment. On the way over, she told herself that she was only going to suck his dick but wouldn’t let him fuck her. When she arrived he immediately lead her over to the sofa where she took out his cock and started to suck it. In her words, sucking his dick only made her want him more and she ended up letting him fuck her. And, yes, he came inside her. When they were done, she returned home to her boyfriend who she fucked later that evening. All of this, even though I found it a turn on to hear her talk about it and say some of the things she said, made me question my wife’s motives and wonder why she acted like such a whore when black men were involved.
