My name is Mike Benson. I've been married to my wife Julie for 21 years. Our son is a junior in college. We've been an empty nest since he left. My wife is younger than me. She was 19 when she had our son. She is 40 now and I am 46. I look my age, but not Julie. She looks like she's in her 20s. She has always been a head-turner and nothing has changed. She's a small blonde with blue eyes. She has a tight athletic body and firm mid-sized breasts, capped off by gorgeous sensitive nipples. All men want her. They always have. It's something I've even grown to enjoy rather than going the jealousy route.
Over the last few years, I have been getting increasingly concerned that she needs more than me in bed. I'm not as young and strong as I once was and my libido has dipped considerably, even with such a gorgeous wife. I had suggested that Julie enjoy some sex outside of our relationship, but she was against it. Eventually we began to fantasize about it, but as my kinks got kinkier, she got less and less receptive, and eventually, I gave up. The thing that seemed to upset her the most was my fixation on her sleeping with well hung black men.
A month ago, I was sent on a three week business trip to South America. When I came home, exhausted, I arrived to an empty house. I had left my car at the long term parking lot so I had driven home. I entered the kitchen via the garage and saw a wrapped gift and a card right in the middle of the marble topped island that was the centerpiece of our kitchen.
The box felt empty. I read the card.
"I missed you. I love you. I need you more than ever. Please watch this knowing all of those things are true. Love, Julie."
I opened the box and there was a DVD in an envelope. Nothing else.
I cracked a beer, went to the den, and put the disc into my home theater system. I sat down to watch. My wife came on screen. She was dressed in a super skimpy and very slutty negligee and standing in front of our big king size bed.
"Hello, my love. What you are about to see will change your life. It will change our marriage--hopefully in ways that please you. Please watch this entire video without skipping ahead. I beg of you that one request, because what follows must have context or you will never understand.
Michael, I was so upset with you last year when you kept pushing me to sleep with other men. The fantasies were fun at first, but when you started increasing the intensity of the fantasies we shared, and including well hung black men, and then large groups of hung black men, I began to get scared, and my reaction was probably unfair to you. No, it was definitely unfair.
A few months back, well about six months back, I began to think about how I had treated you, and that I had basically kink shamed you when you had come to me so honestly with your most personal secrets. The worst part is that everything you were encouraging me to do were things that turned me on in a very, very big way. That is why I was scared, because my deepest strongest fantasy, being ravaged by a big sexy well hung black man, was suddenly something that my husband wanted too. That made it real. In truth, I think I wanted big black men fucking me even more than you did. In fact, I know that it is the case, because you respected me enough to stop cold, even though it was your biggest fantasy. You did that for me. I love you for it. I love you for so many things.
I was wrong, Michael, and what I did to you was selfish and even cruel. You came to your wife, the person you should be able to trust the most, and confessed that you were a weak lover. That had to be so hard, Michael, and I lied and told you I didn't want what you wanted, even though I knew deep down that I not only wanted it, but needed it. So when my amazingly brave husband came to me and admitted things most men would rather spend a lifetime concealing, I made him feel even smaller and defective, all while I was having the same kinds of urges and fantasies that he was.
I beg you, Michael, forgive me. You were right and I was wrong. You are the best husband I could ever have hoped for. I never want us apart, ever. We are so in love and we are now, I hope, fully in synch sexually. We can live out all of your fantasies without any limits, because those fantasies are now mine as well. I hope and pray that this is where we are headed, but obviously, we have a few hurdles to clear first. You need to understand what I have learned, having stepped into the real world of black cock servitude.
Like I said, about six months back, I started researching the things you came to me about, and as I did so, I became obsessed. All of those links that you shared made me cum. The stories you sent me were so intense that I came multiple times while reading most of them. As I said, all of your fantasies became mine. Every. Single. One.
I became so wrapped up in in my black cock fantasy that I went out and bought a big black 10 inch dildo. I named him Breshad and he was my first BBC. I ravaged my white pussy with Breshad for two months and eventually, I needed the real thing. I know that this is the time I should have come to you. I don't know what possessed me to press forward on my own. Maybe I needed to prove something to myself. Maybe I was just too turned on to think straight.
By now you must be asking yourself what this means. Let's start with what I am sure you now know.
Since you now know we are both having the same exact fantasies, you know that your wife wants to fuck big black men with huge black cocks. You know that I want to be gangbanged and used like a filthy married whore. You know I want to give a huge black man my anal virginity and then have him share me with all his friends for DP. You know I want to get a QoS tattoo and become black owned. You know I want to be a sex worker and perform for black men as a bachelor party whore and stripper. You now know all of this and a lot more, because as I told you, all of your fantasies and more have become mine. Your brain works fast, I know you did all of that math in a split second when I confessed just a few moments ago.
