The longer I live, the more I believe the old adage that things are never what they seem. I am a generally easy going kind of guy, and until recently seemed to have had a fairly normal life. It appeared like I had it all. I was at the pinnacle of success, with a great job, a gorgeous wife, plenty of wealth, and a large home in the suburbs. This is my account of how my perfect life came tumbling down. But before I bring you up to present I will go back six weeks ago.
It was February 2, 2014, and I was sitting in our home office listening with much trepidation to the sound of my wife of thirteen years, getting her brains fucked out. I remember the pain I felt in my heart as I heard the headboard banging against the wall, with such ferocity the family photos shook. Julie's voice was a series of unintelligible grunts and moans, as he slammed her wanton cunt with a power I have never given her. I felt humiliation that my love making had only produced an occasional sigh or mumble of satisfaction as she rolled off to sleep. They had been going at this for over an hour and it seemed It was not stopping any time soon.
That morning she had worked hard preparing herself for her lover, primping, doing her hair, and carefully applying her make up. It seemed like she was getting ready for the prom, not get fucked by a stranger. She asked me to clean the house and spend extra time in our bedroom. Well I had always thought of it as our bedroom, but now I guess was to be their bedroom. I had been sleeping in the guest room for over a week, at his request. During her online chats with him, he had told her to not have sex in any form until he showed up on Saturday. She said this was only temporary. This whole thing seemed like a fantasy gone wild. Not mine but hers. She assured me this was a one time thing.
Around noon, Julie had called out, "Mark, come up here. I need your help."
"I will be right there. Just finishing up the laundry."
When I entered the bathroom she was sitting on the edge of the tub naked with her legs spread. She handed me a razor and shaving gel.
"Shave me! Jerome told me he likes bald pussy. Be careful and don't forget to rub the oil on it when you are done. I don't want a rash."
Obediently I did what she commanded, with mixed feelings. I knew our life was forever going to change in a few hours, and my gorgeous thirty two year old wife was not going to be mine exclusively any longer, but for some reason, I was excited, sporting a rock hard erection. After I finished the shaving job, I recall that Julie stood in front of the full length mirror admiring herself. She was a true beauty, with stunning natural shoulder length strawberry blond hair, framing the face of an angel. Her eyes were deep blue and lips were sensual, with the applied red gloss. Julie always maintained her body by running every morning, eating right and going to the gym regularly. I loved her long legs and firm, shapely round butt, but I think her most noticeable as assets were her full, natural breasts and pert, pink nipples.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked.
"You are truly beautiful. I love you."
"I love you too... Now go finish your chores!"
Her dominating mannerisms were something that started a short time ago. It started with her saying she felt poorly and needed my help around the house. I worked long hours and she was the home maker but I agreed to help. It was not like we are messy with just the two of us, so it didn't seem unusual. However, it some how seemed to stick and I was now responsible for most of the house care. Besides, I was rewarded at bed time, if you get my drift.
About four thirty the door bell had rang. Julie asked me to answer it. When I opened the door, standing in front of me was a tall muscular black man, about six foot four, in a snug fit t-shirt and jeans.
"Hi, I'm Jerome. I am a bit early but I couldn't wait to get this evening started," he stated, extending his hand. His grip was almost crushingly firm.
"Come in. Julie will be down in a minute. Can I get you a drink?"
"A beer is fine."
"I'll be right down. You two get acquainted," Julie shouted.
I led him into the living room nervously, thinking about what was soon to transpire. He sat on the sofa and was looking at our family album while I had gone to retrieve the drinks.
I called out to Julie, "Would you like a drink dear?"
"A white wine with some 7-Up please... Be there in ten."
I brought the drinks, handed him a Bud Lite and set the wine cooler on the coffee table. I sat opposite him, not quite knowing what to say. After all, this man was about to take everything I hold dear from me. My wife, my marriage, and what ever dignity I had left.
"From what I understand from your wife, you're a first time cucky?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"How are you feeling?"
The question was not one that I wanted to answer with a stranger, especially one that was going to be fucking my wife. So I just said, "Okay, I suppose."
"Okay? I am not new to this. You are anything but okay. It is ripping you in half thinking that your wife wants me to give her what you can't, a big black cock. You feel helpless. You feel emasculated. You feel humiliated, but you don't feel okay."
"Fuck you!"
"That's better. Show some passion. I know I will when I shove in my big fat black cock up your wife's ass."
"So, what are you boys talking about?" Julie asked as she walked down the stairs in a pink see through night gown and high heels. I thought how she never dressed so sexy for me.
"We were discussing how beautiful and sexy you are," replied Jerome, standing to greet her.
"Is that right, Marky? Is that what you were talking about?"
"Not exactly," I said flushed with anger.
