"It's important to me that my wife doesn't know I set the whole thing up."
David was sitting in the back room of an elegant office in a suburban mall. From the front it looked much like any other high-end travel agency. In truth, this office catered to arranging erotic vacations with a very special theme. David was here because he followed up on a few rumors on a few of the cuckold-themed online message boards he frequented.
"Of course." He was talking with a tall, curly-haired brunette named Ellen. "Nothing will point to your role in any of this. If you ever choose to reveal everything to your wife, it will be entirely up to you."
"Okay. Can you tell me how the whole thing is going to happen?"
"Well, it differs from couple to couple of course. We have a few standard methods though. When you arrive at your hotel in the Caribbean we will make sure to put certain things in place. The art in the hotel will feature tasteful but mostly nude paintings, many of them involving white women and black men. The television will have only a few channels, one of which will be a porn channel showing non-stop interracial sex, usually with a cheating wife motif. We will make sure your personal concierge at the hotel is attractive, fit, and instructed to flirt with your wife."
"How does the sex actually happen for the first time?
"Well, the first thing we try is the massage. Basically, you and your wife will sign up for a couples massage; when you get there, you will discover that your masseuse is a good-looking black woman while hers is a handsome, well-chiseled black man. Both of you will be asked to undress fully for the massage. If your wife balks at the thought of being naked in front of another man, your presence is there to reassure her - try to talk her into it.
If you succeed, we proceed to the next stage. The massages will begin innocently enough, but will get more sensual over time. Let me show you how this can go."
Ellen turned her chair sideways, punched a code into a remote on her desk, and the television behind her turned on. David saw an attractive blonde woman, chatting in German with her husband while getting undressed. "Her name is Heike. Her husband was a client of ours a few years ago." Heike had a beautiful hourglass body with lovely big tits. David couldn't look at her without fantasizing about playing with them.
"Heike did not need much convincing to get naked for the massage - nudity is not considered as big of a deal in her culture." Ellen fast forwarded and David saw the husband and wife lying nude on two massage beds side-by-side, holding hands while a pair of black hands moved over each body. Occasionally, the masseuses themselves had wandered into view of the camera. Heike was being massaged by a very tall, muscular man with dreadlocks, while her husband had a slim, petite black girl rubbing him.
Ellen fast forwarded more. "The masseuses are trained to slowly get bolder and bolder with time. Here is the key moment." David saw the male hands, which had been skirting Heike's nether regions as she lied face down on the bed, confidently move to her clit and stroke it. Heike groaned in dismay and made a motion to turn around, when she saw that her husband was getting a handjob from his pretty masseuse. Her eyes initially opened in shock, but the black man's hands continued moving deftly over her clit. She closed her eyes and said nothing, her body shaking slightly.
The husband said something to her in German. "The key is to make sure the wives are horny," Ellen said. "You see Heike giving in to her feelings of pleasure now. She had no clue wuat was in store at the beginning of the massage. At the moment you see now, being stroked by a masseuese just like her husband, she probably didn't think anything was going to happen beyond touching. But the masseuses are trained to get the wives hornier and hornier and keep stepping things up a notch."
She fast forwarded again, and David saw the scene a half an hour later. Heike was getting fucked by the masseuse with dreadlocks - his cock seemed to be splitting her wide open - while her husband was sitting on the adjacent massage bed, holding her hand and stroking his cock watching. The female masseuse seems to have left.
"This was a major success of ours," Ellen continued. "Isn't this a very loving scene? A beautiful white couple, holding hands, while the wife gets fucked by a a very hung black man."
"Now rest-assured," Ellen went on, "that all the men in question have been thoroughly tested for STDs. Moreover, all of them have had their tubes tied so that there is no chance of your wife getting pregnant."
"I take it everything will be filmed?" David was quite hard from watching the scene, but he tried hard to concentrate on the things he needed to still clear up.
"Yes," Ellen replied, "we will have high-quality hidden cameras throughout which will capture the whole experience. We will give you the footage when you return, edited into a movie for you to enjoy. There is one caveat, however. You must consent to this footage being shared with the prospective clients of our company."
"Eh," David hesitated, "I'm not too keen on that. Can we opt out?"
"I'm afraid not. These videos are crucial for us to expand our customer base. However, you will have our assurance that they will only be shared with customers who have physically walked in the door, and whose background check information is consistent with their interest in buying our services. Much like you are able to see Heike's videos now."
"Still," David insisted, "Somebody who knows me and my wife could come in."
"It could happen," Ellen acknowledged, "but it isn't terribly likely. In addition, many of our clients find the small chance that others they know will learn about their cuckolding adventures a little exciting. Anyway, I'm afraid this part of our services is non-negotiable. Let me tell you instead about the other plans we make for these trips."
"As I alluded earlier, the massage does not always work. Sometimes the wives get skittish before they get horny. In that case, our next go-to option is our own private beach on the island, which we make sure is advertised to the couple. Once you show up, however, you will see it is a clothing-optional beach."
"It is the husband's job to persuade the wife to stay - perhaps with her clothes on, it makes no difference. We will make sure there will be lots of black men with enormous erect cocks parading back and forth. Some of them will make conversation with you, either asking for directions, trying to sell you drinks, or just random chit-chat."
"The beach will be a short walk from your hotel room. After an hour or two on the beach, we suggest the husband take the wife back to the hotel to start getting amorous. A little dirty talking is good to get the wife to think about the black cocks we've been priming at her.
Ellen paused.
"In fact," she continued, "this is how my husband got me into it."
David took a sharp breath as his already hard cock stiffened further. "Really?"
"Yes," Ellen continued. "If it is all right with you, I'd like to show you now a special video from our archives - my video. Would you feel comfortable with that?"
Needless to say, David wanted nothing more that to see the pretty sales agent in front of him fucked. He nodded, a little afraid of betraying how much he wanted to see it.
"Great," she said and punched in another code. The TV showed a tropical hotel room full of daylight. Ellen walked in with a slightly older man, maybe a decade and a half older, that David surmised was her husband. She had a slightly different haircut, but otherwise looked much the same as she did now. She was dressed rather conservatively for the weather, with a below-the-knee skirt and a top that didn't show a hint of cleavage. They were being led in by a very athletic looking and young black man - he must have been twenty or so - who was hauling his their luggage.
"This was when I arrived on the island with my husband Alan. At the time I had no clue that he arranged the whole thing."
On screen, the husband was trying to give the black man a tip, who was waving it way. "A pleasure to serve on such a beautiful woman," he said turning to Ellen in the video. He took her hand and kissed it before leaving.
"As I mentioned, your personal concierge is told walk around topless and flirt with the wives. At the time I was a little shocked by this boy's behavior - he was about a decade younger than me! but I figured this is how men in the Caribbean act."
Ellen pressed a few more buttons on her remote. "It turned out I didn't go for the massage - once I found out I had to undress in front of a man who was not my husband, I immediately refused. But watching all those hard cocks on the beach got my very horny nonetheless."
On screen now, Ellen was on the bed in the same tropical room, wearing just bikini top while her husband had his head between her legs. "He brought me to the stage when I was close to orgasm," Ellen continued, "until I started shaking just a little bit." On screen, her husband suddenly got up and reached for the TV.
"I want to turn on the sex channel," he said, pressing a few buttons, and then sitting down and putting his head back between Ellen's legs. "Those black guys have some huge cocks," he muttered in between licks. "Its so hot to think of a pretty white girl being fucked by one of those monsters."
