The Point Of No Return 3

I'm in bed with my wife of four years, naked and rubbing our bodies together. My wife Denise is as feminine as it gets. She's pretty straight about sex but I know there is something deeper about her. From our pillow talk over the years I have gathered that she wants to be ravished. Just taken and fucked and NOT by me. I have tried to be that guy for her, but I am not him. I can't be that rough guy ravishing her. I am also white which means I can never be him.

Five feet seven inches of perfectly curvy womanhood, my girl has a perfect ass, nice firm tits and a thick, dark haired woman bush between her legs. When she gets going, she is wet but tight. She usually cums fairly easily and sometimes almost violently and when that happens her vagina grips down and pulses on me so that I cum with her just as quickly. She's a demur little fox with a dirty secret. She wants to be taken roughly and forcefully by a black man. A larger black man that has to have a massive cock. Good white girls just don't do that though unless they have no choice.

Tonight, was a critical night in our marriage, but we really didn't know at the time how critical it indeed was.

As we were petting each other working towards screwing, between kisses, she stopped me and said, "Ed, this feels so good, if someone else was here, I couldn't stop myself."

This is how it started.

"Someone else?" I said, "like if got up and someone else climbed in bed with you and got between your legs, you wouldn't be able to stop him? You'd fuck him?"

"Yes. I'm ready and if another man was on top of me right now, I wouldn't be able to stop from doing it. I'm literally at the point of no return."

"So sometime, just when I get you all wet and ready, I should get up to maybe get a drink or something and let someone else into the room. Is that what gets you hot? You want to be laying there naked and vulnerable not knowing if someone else is staring at your naked body, about to mount you and give you a fucking?"

At this point we were both getting insanely hot and I had my hand on her mound and was pressing two fingers into her very damp snatch while she was humping up at my hand.

"God yes. I can't be blamed for doing it with someone else when I am that far gone, right?"

"Of course not. At that point, who could stop?" I told her. Then I brought up the next piece...

"Does he have a really big cock?"

"Yes... It's just huge," she gasped.

Now I'm between her legs, pushing my raging boner into her sopping wet crotch.

"Is he a big man?"

"Yessssss," she hissed at me.

"Is he... black? "

As soon as I said that she started cumming. As I said before, her orgasms can be very strong. As she squealed through her orgasm I couldn't hold back anymore and ejected my load deep inside her. Maybe she got knocked up tonight. We will find out.

Post sex as we lay next to each other, there was silence. She was embarrassed by revealing her secret to me.

So, here's the thing. I have become just as caught up in this as she is. Yes. It's a fantasy. We all have them. But I have found that I actually want to make it happen and truly believe that she is either waiting for a push or for permission from me to actually do it. She is scared of her desires and truthfully it scares me as well, but I cannot deny that the thought of my wife spreading her legs willingly to let another man - a black man way better endowed than me to penetrate her and inseminate her is the hottest thing I have ever imagined.

With that in mind, I had to choose my next words very carefully. I had to let her know that her desires were natural, without pushing her too hard or letting her know how much I wanted to see her do it.

"You're the sexiest woman on earth," I started.

A smile. That's good news.

That was really hot. Your body is amazing.

A giggle.

"So maybe someday, if everything is just right," I whispered.

"Maybe. Someday," she said.

There it was. We had both left the door open for the possibility that someday, somewhere, someone else would fuck her.

It really is a hot fantasy and it never gets old. It seems each time, we both get more wound up about it. We added porn into the mix as well, watching videos of extremely hung black men, fucking and cream pieing brunette women and sometimes we are lucky enough to see one with a cuckold husband as we have now learned that is what I would happily be.

We travel a lot and so we spend lots of time in hotels around the world and country. This added fuel to our fantasy. We would start making love and when I was between her legs, rubbing my hard cock head between her furry lips, just about ready to penetrate her with her on the point of no return as we now call it, I would suddenly stop and get up. I would go to the door and open it a crack (to make sure no one was out there since I was naked and sporting a boner), then I would open the door enough to let light into the room so she would know that she was laying naked on the bed, potentially exposed to whomever I was letting into the room.

After closing the door, I would wait a few moments to heighten the tension. Is there actually someone else in the room? Then I would quietly walk back to the bed and crawl once again between her legs. She would keep her eyes closed to heighten the fantasy with the possibility, however remote, that I had just brought someone into the room to fuck her while I watched.

As I would begin to penetrate her, she would weakly ask, "Ed is that you?"

My only answer would be to push myself into her abruptly and fuck her. By not saying a word, for a moment, she actually didn't know if it was me or someone else. But soon she knew, as she has had me inside her many times, and I was NOT the huge black cock she desired. Still, the fantasy worked and again we had explosive sex.

This pattern repeated itself many times over and I would say we were obsessed with it. Usually, a fantasy would run its course. This one kept intensifying. Now Denise would openly comment on the looks of black men she would see in public. She even came home from shopping and told me how she flirted with the black manager of store she was in. I asked her if he could be the one and she just smiled and said, he'd have to be in the right place and the right time, of course referring to our fantasy and her "point of no return". She just couldn't just fuck someone, right off. It had to be a no choice situation for her. For me? I'd be fine at this point if she just pulled down her panties, bent over and let any black man inside her, but she could only think of doing it that one way. She had to have no choice.

We were traveling and as usual, we were at a nice resort like hotel. After a full day out, we ate lightly and saw there was a club on the premises. Not ready to turn in, we headed for the club. It was a little early, so we headed for the bar and had a couple drinks to loosen up. After a bit of course, I had to hit the men's room. Women seem to be able to hold it forever. Not me. So, I excused myself and headed out. When I came back Denise was no longer at the bar. I looked about and saw that she was now on the dance floor with a very handsome black man sexily dancing with him. I went back to me bar stool and just sat there drinking in the sight before me. Could this happen tonight? Could he be "the one"?

Turning her back to him, she looked up to see me watching her dance. She seemed a bit dazed, and then almost scared as her dance partner, reached around, holding her belly and pulled her perfect ass up against his cock (she later told me that he was hard as steel and huge).

Well, the song ended, and so did the moment. Confused, aroused and a bit scared for coming so close to the going over the line, she came back to me and told me we had to leave.

She was all over me in the elevator heading up to our room. That moment really had her worked up. We didn't do the opening the door thing that night. We got right to it. But, before I got inside her, when I was dry humping her soaked, hairy snatch, she told me about how he asked her to dance and that she felt weak kneed as her took her hand and led her to the dance floor. She looked around for me, afraid of what my reaction would be if I saw her being led by this black man. Not seeing me anywhere, she nervously followed him to the dance floor.

I asked her if that excited her.

She told me yes and that she was almost trembling with an almost terrified arousal.

I asked if she wanted to let him fuck her.

She didn't answer, so I asked her again.

She hesitated, then said, "Yes. He was awesome and I wanted to, but I just can't let myself do it. I can't take that first big step."

I was now rubbing myself on her hairy slit, ready to position myself at her pulsing opening and I asked her the question, "If he were doing this to you right now, would you let him?"

Then I pushed myself into her as she cried out, "Oh god yes! I'd let him inside me. I'd let him fuck me. I couldn't stop him!"

"Is he wearing a rubber?"

"No! He's inside me bare! He could get me pregnant! Oh god!"

With that revelation, she came as did I, shooting ropes of cum deep inside her fertile womb.

It was a short but powerful fuck.

Once again, we lay back side by side, catching our breath

"Holy shit, that was the hottest, yet," I said.

She was somewhat embarrassed by the whole evening; telling me that she behaved like a whore and felt like one for openly wanting that other man and then getting off on the addition of her getting knocked up by her fantasy black man.

I assured her that it was all fine and that both of us working through these hot fantasies only helped us grow closer.

She wasn't so sure. She told me that this was getting to be more than a fantasy and that tonight it actually could have happened. We almost went over the line for real tonight. What would we do if he really did it to me and I got pregnant?

I told her that if it did happen and if she got pregnant, then she would have a black baby.

Still aroused and confused by all the emotions running through her, she asked me if I would leave her.

I kissed her deeply and told her no. If she got pregnant by something like this that WE did together, I would stay with her forever.

She then asked if I would really be OK with her having his black baby and I told her that it would be HER baby and I would raise the child as my own. But with all the fucking we were doing, I doubted anyone else would get the chance to knock her up anyway.

"But Ed, everyone would know that I was had by a black man. Could you handle that? Being publicly cuckolded?"

I thought for a moment about it and was even more surprised when it was my cock that answered. I rubbed her belly, where I had just dropped a load of cum in her and imagined that she was laying there full of a black man's seed. My cock pulsed at the thought. My black impregnated wife, full of his cum.

I pushed her onto her back and got between her legs. But instead of mounting her, she held my shoulders stopping me. Looking into each other's eyes, she told me, "I want you to lick me first."

Her knees bent and legs spread, I stared at the matted hair and goo between her legs. A freshly fucked woman is the sexiest thing in the world. So yes. I dove in there and ate the combined cum from her.

She gasped, "YES! Eat his cum from me. Maybe you can stop me from getting pregnant!".

Her ass was quivering, and she was on the verge of an orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore, so I got up and just jammed myself into her, which caused he to instantly cum followed immediately by me.

We were silent after that one and did not speak of all that had been revealed that evening, including apparently, that I was possibly going to be eating his cum!

After several days however, we started up our talk in bed again, going close to the line we dove over that last night, but never getting that close again.

However, one day out shopping together, she pointed out a particularly handsome and very large black man.

"Look at his hands, Ed. His fingers are so fat and long. He has to have a huge cock."

"So, is he the one?", I asked.

She said, "He could be, but you know the deal. It could only happen if I was at" - we both said simultaneously, "The Point of No Return". We both laughed, though her eyes lingered on him a bit longer and she had that faraway look on her face.

I then realized that she would actually do this. She really would fuck that guy, or any other like him, but only if she had no choice. It could only happen the way we had "practiced" for so long. And I suddenly knew that she didn't want the responsibility of doing this. The only way this would happen, is if I made it happen. It was up to me. It was literally going to have to be me making this happen and she was just waiting for me to do it. She needed my help.

I was taken aback by the realization. I guess I shouldn't have been. We had been playing this game for almost a year now, pushing each other and our sexual boundaries, but it was only just now that I knew for sure that she really wanted to do it, but couldn't bring herself to make it happen. She wanted me to. We were silent now. We looked into each other's eyes, confirming what just happened. She wanted it. I wanted to see it. It was now up to me. I had a choice to make. Continue the fantasy, or really do it. We both knew that at some point, there would be the time and the opportunity, and I would have to choose. Unbelievably, this made our sex even hotter, but we did not speak of it, not play the game. It was a silent shared knowledge. When I looked into her eyes, I saw her willingness. When she looked into mine, she saw the passion. We knew.

We no longer played the game even though our sex life was still frequent and passionate. However, each time when I was ready to penetrate her, we would pause and silently stare into each other's eyes in the moment of our shared desire. This would be the moment where she would open her eyes to see the other man penetrating her helpless, fertile body. This is how it would happen. And now her hips would rock back and forth urging me inside her because she was no longer able to stop the inevitable. Then I would plunge myself into her and she would orgasm as would I. This is how it was now. Raw sex with a haunting knowledge that if the circumstance were right, she would be taken.

Then it did.

But not right away. We did our usual travel routines and staying at various resorts and hotels always seemed to bring the possibility of it happening at any time to the forefront of our emotions. Quite simply, the suspense of the possibility was driving us both crazy. Denise continued to point out attractive black men to me and would openly ogle them as they passed by; blatantly staring at them and always lowering her gaze to their junk which when noticed, often brought her a beaming smile in response. She would comment on the suspected size of their manhood and I would always ask her if he was the one. Her response was always coy, admitting that he would do, but it just couldn't happen. She couldn't just seduce any of these men, clearly putting the onus back on me.

Now we come to the actual point of no return now.

We took a long weekend at a casino resort not far from home. There was a Motown band playing from back in the day, The O'Jays and she really wanted to see them so off we went.

We had a great room, with a balcony and in room jacuzzi and I was looking forward to having my wife in there sometime over the weekend.

The casino was pretty sharp, so we dressed for the occasion and headed down to one of the bars to get a few drinks before the show.

Denise was dressed to the 9's in a short black mini and a sparkly silver top. Wearing spike black pumps only made her fabulous ass protrude more and I think she was very pleased with the looks she was getting from passersby. She blushingly asked me if she looked like a hooker. I replied that looking like that, she would have to be a really expensive one, which brought a giggle and a playful slap.

What I immediately noticed and should have assumed by the entertainment tonight was that the overwhelming majority of the attendees were black. In fact, we were one the few white faces in the crowds flowing into the casino.

I wasn't sure if she noticed that, but it had an immediate effect on me. This is what she would have to consider a target rich environment. There were black men everywhere and I of course thought that this could be the time and place for the game to really end.

We were at the bar sipping our cocktails and I made a choice. I was going to at least set the stage for this to happen if it wasn't too late.

I excused myself for a moment, telling Denise I had to go to the men's room. I also told her not to pick up any johns while I was away, looking like a high class call girl.

Instead, I headed for the hotel front desk where I asked the desk agent if the adjoining room next to mine was available. It turns out it was, so I rented that one as well. My thoughts were, if we found "the one", I would hopefully be able to get him to take that room, so I could open the adjoining doors between the rooms, letting him in when the time was right to fulfill our mutual fantasy. It was a gamble, but really wasn't a big deal. If it worked, then the room would be critical. If it didn't, it was just some money down the drain.

I actually was almost shaking handing over the credit card. This was the first actual step either of had really taken towards making this fantasy a reality. Still the odds of everything else happening the way it needed to, were thin.

So, I headed back to the bar to retrieve my luscious wife, only to find that she was NOT alone. I had been gone only a few minutes, yet there she was with a very handsome and very large black man. They were talking like they had known each other for years and I could not help but notice how nice they looked together. I stayed in the shadow of the entrance to observe and see how this was going to go. I also noticed other white women looking almost enviously at my wife and her friend.

Denise was laughing and hanging on his every word and kicking her crossed leg up and down, which if you don't know is a way of scratching that pulsing itch excited women get between their legs. She was hot for this guy. I decided to let her have as much time with him as I could.

My cock was hard as steel watching them and with the realization that we had the time and opportunity for this to happen and now quite possibly, the last piece of the puzzle: the one.

Then the announcement came over the PA that the show would be starting in 15 minutes and we should all proceed to the gates to enter. Lousy timing as I thought they needed more time together, so I headed over to them to take her to the show.

Walking up next to them, but between the two, I said, "Hi honey, it's time to go."

She said, almost annoyed that I had returned, "Oh, there you are. You've left me here for a while."

I apologized and then she introduced me to her friend.

"Ed, this is Mike. He works security for the band. He's been telling me all about his job. It sounds so great!"

She was positively bubbling and gushing over this man. He was definitely the one. IF everything else would work out.

I shook his hand, and his mitt engulfed my comparatively small white hand (I'm not small - 6 foot 210 pounds). His hands were massive! Thick, long meaty fingers. I guessed him to be about 6 foot 4 inches and probably about 270, well-muscled with only a little belly. He would break her in half.

"Hi Mike. Thanks for keeping my wife company while I was away."

Smiling broadly, he said, it was his pleasure.

Before I had a chance to say anything, Denise jumped in and said, we will come right here after the show. Please have another drink with us.