This story is about how my wife joining interracial loving and how I engineered the situation to happen...
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I have always had a thing for black women, I guess there is no surprise my porn collection leans heavily on it. Through my collection and while internet browsing for interracial porn, I come across a good deal of white women getting fucked by black men. Initially it was of little interest as I was focusing on black women. Gradually I paid it more interest and became more attracted to the contrast of color and of course the obvious size benefits that the women seem to enjoy! I started to imagine what my wife would make of a black man, this thought grew into a desire to make it happen.
My wife is Bi, so I have issue with her being with other people in fact I encourage it. I even hired her an escort for her birthday last year! She has played a number of times in our marriage with girls, but never a man. I wanted this to change and I wanted to see it.
My first attempt was direct, well at least bringing it up in conversation, that if something were ever to happen I would not mind. This fell on deaf ears, she protested that her playing with ladies was somehow different to the thought of her fucking another man. I let it drop, but continued my plotting.
After a while, it became an obsession, such a strong fantasy to imagine her getting fucked senseless by a huge black cock. I knew she would enjoy it as much as me, but just needed to get things to fall in place.
We occasionally watch porn together, naturally our tastes differed, with her wanting the lesbian heavy scenes and me slowly pushing towards my fantasy of interracial. Each time this happened, she would push back on the idea.
I had all but given up, and was having to just satisfy myself by imagining it happening. I had created all kinds of scenarios, I could probably write a book about her getting screwed left and right by any number of black men.
Months went by since me first bring it up, and there was no mention of it. I am sure she knew it was still there, but we had an unspoken agreement. It was off the table and not to be discussed.
The night it finally happened was mostly by accident, I would love to take credit for it but I could not. My part was just planting the seed and sharing my fantasy, fate took care of the rest.
We had been invited to a friend's house for a party; it was not so much a mutual friend, more one from her previous life before we married. I liked them, but was not really tight with them, we had not got the years of history together, so I took my place in the friendship as a welcome outsider.
I had been looking forward to a night out and was really disappointed when a meeting came up at work that I knew would just run on and on. There was no way I would be done in time to get home and then get to the city. I sent my wife a text, to apologize that I was running late. I was genuinely sorry, but text messages don't always come out right! The response was blunt and put me in my place, basically saying that I was deliberately staying at work to avoid hanging with her friends. After a few messages back and forth, it was clear the evening was doomed and I was told to "fuck off and stay at work!" She was going to go to the party without and instructed me to not wait up...
The meeting finished an hour later and I was unsure of what to do. Perhaps she was right and I was sabotaging the night by working or perhaps she had overreacted. Sometimes things should never be done in texts, so I chose to back down and head to the party. Rushing for the train I called her cell several times, no answer! She was either still pissed at me so was ignoring it, or she could not hear it over the noise at the party. Within the hour I was in the city heading for her friends house. By now it was nearly 10pm so I figured the party would still be going and I could join without making a big scene. I also figured my wife would see my arrival as a nice gesture and she would forgive me being late and forget our earlier disagreement.
I got to the party and started looking around for my wife, who was nowhere to be seen. I eventually found the hostess and was greeted in what felt like a really awkward way. I thought little of it, and just figured she was buzzed and I wasn't. I had just about given up searching for my wife, having been in all the party rooms, the garden and the kitchen, I decided to grab a beer and figure out my next move. I did not want to stay at the party alone, so decided to go to take a pee then head back home.
At the top of the stairs I was figuring out which door was the bathroom, I heard a familiar sound. Smiling to myself I thought someone was getting the fucking of their life. At least someone was getting it I thought.
The door where the noise was coming from was open ajar. I could not resist getting closer for a look. As I got nearer, the sounds of frantic sex got louder and louder. The next thing floored me! I heard two voices; a man and a very familiar voice, it was my wife! She was moaning and clearly building up for a major orgasm. What the fuck? I could not believe it, my mind was racing and I was so angry. How could she do this? She was cheating, this was not her playing with a girl this was a full on fucking.