This series follows the emotional and psychological journey my wife and I undertake after a moment of infidelity, well she blew a black guys cock right in front of me. An experience that challenges our relationship and forces us to confront hidden truths about our pasts, our personalities, and our sexual differences, which also includes incest.
With the guidance of our therapist, we began to navigate complex emotions, uncovering layers of our sexual past that had long been buried - perhaps best left that way, but they refused to stay hidden.
Please note:
This story contains graphic scenes, including racial intercourse, and that means both ways, there are scenes of incest, rape and old/young stuff.
To make things easier for readers, I'll include a brief content note at the beginning of each chapter, outlining what's involved. That way, you can decide whether or not you'd like to continue with that particular chapter.
Important disclaimer:
All characters are over 18 years old. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. As a non-native English speaker (I'm Swedish), please forgive the occasional grammatical error or awkward phrasing.
Main Characters:
Steve (me), 23
Sarah, my wife, also 23
Other characters appear throughout the series, but the focus remains on our journey.
Ok, ready to go? Let's roll.
Chapter 1 - Jamaica.
(Includes interracial relationship, both ways)
Scene: I am having my first session with our sex therapist, Emelie, and I tell her how things went wrong in our sexual life. Mainly her blowing a black man's cock.
"We headed for bungalow for a quick nap, a good fuck, a shower and then some cocktails. We finally made it to Jamaica. The girls in the reception both nodded excitedly when we checked in. I had no idea why they giggled at the moment, but I soon found out.
We had booked the hotel because the best man from our wedding had really recommended it. So, here we were.
I noticed a big grin formed on the black bellboy's face when he walked us to our room. He encouraged us to swing by our rooms and grab swim stuff as their private beachside bungalow had a huge swimming pool and hot tub. He pointed down the beach to a place five hundred yards away with tiki torches burning around the tropical landscaping.
Once in the room, we showered and fucked, but instead of sleeping we decided to start drinking.
I think that was the first mistake we made, starting to drink before lunch.
"Yeah, that's never good," the hot therapist said and made a note in her pad.
"Sarah got especially wobbly in her heels. I really liked watching her get dress, she is a very attractive girl, well woman, I mean, she's 22 so I can't really call he a girl either, can I?"
She took forever, stoned out of her head. Anyway, eventually, like 4 hours later, we went down to some pool party the place had.
When we were about to leave, I told her how much I was looking forward to tearing that dress off her as soon as we got back from the party. She giggled before biting her lower lip naughtily and reminding me that I probably would have to tear her bikini off instead." It made sense; it was, after all, a pool party.
My eyes widened as I pictured her amazing body in the little white two-piece.
"Trust me, I won't have any trouble ripping that thing off...there isn't much there to begin with!"
I "stonedly" announced.
We scooped up our stuff and headed over to the bungalow. The place was awesome, and while we were definitely the minority, there were
some
other white people there, most of whom were female."
"How many people were at the party?"
"Oh, I don't know, probably thirty or so, but it was pretty chill--everyone was having a great time. Some guys were playing an acoustic set on the pool deck while the booze flowed freely.
Before long, joints started making their way around, and I watched Sarah smoke yet another joint.
I think we were all super stoned. As people jumped into the pool and it started to be really hot, Sarah went back to the hotel room to get changed, while I just pulled off my shorts, I had my swim trunks on under.
"Sarah returned in sheer cover-ups over her tiny suits, nonetheless, I could still see all the black guys checking her out as she walked across the deck. Sarah was impossible not to watch, her D-cups jiggled ever so slightly as she strode towards me. I could tell every set of eyes in the place was scoping her out."
"Go on," the therapist said after I quieted down for half an hour.
"Before long, many of the party attendees made their way into the pool or the hot tub. We bellied up to the little swim-up bar, yes...they actually had a swim-up bar." I laughed.
"We ordered some rounds of shots and hung out with some new friends for the next hour or so as people came and went. The huge hot tub was still really crowded when we finally climbed in."
"But over the next half hour, the crowd began to thin. I noticed that the other white women wandered off with the black musicians or their buddies. I didn't think Sarah picked up on it as she was immersed in a spirited conversation with a gorgeous woman in her mid-50s.
I had taken more than my fair share of hits of the weed and wasn't capable of adding much to the conversation. Eventually, we were the only four remaining in the huge tub, so we got up and walked over to the bar area. I tried my best to stay involved in the dialogue, but Sarah and her new friend were in a deep discussion about the meaning of life, which I couldn't get my drug-warped brain around."
"But at this stage, you hadn't noticed anything odd about your wife?"
