AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear reader, please understand that this is a story of fiction. But the story involves a white couple trying to have a child, then finding and having unprotected sex with a black gentleman. The story also touches on male-male homosexuality as well as the cuckold lifestyle. If this offends you in any way, please close this story and move on to the next. You have been warned...
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My wife Cheryl and I have been married for 6 years. We had lived a fairly normal life up until recently. We met, like so many other couples, in our undergraduate years of college. I was studying to be a lawyer, and she was finishing her English degree. We got married the summer before law school, and for the next three years, we both spent time getting our various graduate degrees (mine in law of course, and she got two Masters).
Throughout these first three years, we always maintained a happy, but mundane sex life. We would have sex maybe 2 or 3 times a week, but always somewhat boring sex. Sure, we tried a few different positions, and we were both open to oral sex, but our sex life was not something that would be made into a porn film anytime soon. Lately, we were lucky to get sex once a week.
Not that Cheryl wasn't pretty. Quite the contrary. Cheryl was a very tall woman, about 5'9", and very athletic. She had long, straight blonde hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes accenting her beautiful oval-shaped face. Cheryl's lips were always quite big and full, perfect for kissing, and her nose had a cute little button at the tip, perfect for teasing. Because she was so athletic, she did not have gigantic breasts, and because of her height, they actually looked a little smaller than they were. She had a set of very firm 34-C breasts, and two very pert nipples on two medium-sized, pinkish areolas.
One of the things that attracted me to Cheryl was her innocent sensuality. She would tend to wear quite showy outfits, but seemed oblivious to the attention she seemed to attract from the men (and many women) who would look at her as she walked by. I would sometimes walk a few steps behind Cheryl and grin inwardly as I would see men turn around to gawk at my beautiful wife. It gave me a sense of pride knowing I had what so many people desired.
But as with all things, given enough time, it too becomes mundane. Cheryl and I ended up moving to Florida after our respective education was complete, her taking on a job at the local university and I started my own solo practice. Between our two hectic schedules, we just lived every day in a content, if not-quite-adventurous lifestyle.
About a year ago, we started to talk about having a baby. While we both had our very busy careers, we were both very excited about the concept of growing our family. In fact, during those first few weeks of talking about a baby, but before we actually got off of birth control, we had a very pronounced increase in our sexual activity. We even started to incorporate fantasies in our lovemaking. The increase in sex, coupled with our recent mutual interest in pornographic movies made us get wilder and more imaginative.
One of the fantasies that we always seemed to enjoy together was the proverbial "black on blonde" fantasy. It did not take long before virtually all the movies we rented involved very well-endowed black men having sex with blonde women. Cheryl, being blonde herself, could relate quite well. But for me, it definitely stirred some darker, deep-seeded fantasies. There was something inherently beautiful about watching a very powerful, black man have his way with a pale, white blonde. The most enjoyable were the ones where the blonde played the role of a wife. I could not tell Cheryl that every time we would fuck after watching one of these movies, I was imagining her being fucked by the black actors.
But again, over time, things started to fall back into the same old grind. We started having sex less and less often, to the point where I would actually masturbate every other day or so rather than make love to my beautiful wife. I simply did not have time, with my busy schedule, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, the fantasies of black men with my wife made me less and less able to maintain my own erection as I was making love to her.
About a year later, after yet another unsuccessful attempt of having sex, Cheryl and I were lying in bed together and I could hear her audible sighs. I knew she wanted to have a baby really bad.
"Why don't I masturbate in a cup and we spoon it in you?" I asked out of the blue.
"What?" was the only thing she could think of replying.
I turned on my side, looked her in the eyes, and repeated, "Why don't I masturbate into a cup, then we spoon my sperm in you?"
She looked incredulous. "Are you crazy?"
"No, seriously, why not do it that way?"
"Well, my dear husband of mine, for one, I read that in order to increase the odds of a successful conception, the woman should orgasm. I can assure you I won't be moaning out in screams of ecstasy with a spoon in my pussy." She gave me a beautiful smile and gave me a kiss.
I thought for a second. "We can use a dildo! I'll cum on a dildo and we can fuck you with it," I said with a smile to match hers.
Cheryl chuckled. "Don't you remember, I am allergic to latex and plastic?"
For about five seconds, I was defeated, and out of sheer desperation, I just blurted out, "Why not use a live dildo?"
We stared at each other for a few seconds.
"What?" she asked.
"A live dildo," I repeated. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I explained, "Just picture it: we get some guy who volunteers his cock. I'll cum, we put the cum on his cock, you fuck him, and you cum. Then he gets up and leaves. He never cums in you."
She chuckled again. "Bob, you have gone insane."
I held her in bed as she started to get out. "Have I?" I looked deep into her eyes.
She was silent, so I went on, "Honey, you know we haven't had the best sex in the past year or so, and I know how you look at some of these movies we watch together. I want to do this. It's not cheating since we're both there."
She continued to stare at me, mumbling a few words.
I continued, "Are you telling me the idea doesn't excite you?" I moved my finger to her pussy and felt it oozing with warm juices. She let a moan escape her lips as my finger touched her and entered her. "Are you telling me you don't want to fuck another man as I watch?" I continued to finger her, a little faster now, my thumb rubbing on her clit. She arched her back up and bent her knees. I was lying beside her, two fingers inside her, whispering into her ears, "A... big... black... cock!" Cheryl screamed as she climaxed. I quickly moved down the bed, got between her legs, and licked her flowing juices off her pussy. My wife came on my tongue twice more before I was finished with her. She quickly got up and went to take a shower. I lay in bed, oblivious to the huge erection that I still had, thinking about the words I just uttered to my wife. Could I really do this?
For the next week, we never mentioned a word of this ... what is it, a fantasy? We pretended we didn't say it. But the next week, as we were once again naked in bed, she came another two times as I whispered this fantasy to her. This time, when she was done, she stayed in bed.
"Let's do it," Cheryl proclaimed.
"What?" I asked.
"Let's get a live dildo as you said." I stared into her eyes.
"Are you serious?"
She kissed me. And smiled. "Are you?" she replied.
I got up, took her hand, and we walked naked to the computer. I found an adult ad website, quickly made an account, snapped a picture of Cheryl's naked body, and placed an ad. "Married White Couple, seeking live cock. Must be open to male cum on your cock. Must verify drug/disease free with recent blood test." We looked at each other, and I pressed submit.
The following day, our mailbox was filled with 42 replies. Most were your usual trash.
"Baby dump that loser and fuck with me."
"Come here and get the cock you need, whore."
"How much for a blowjob?"
But a few were promising. We ignored most, but we replied to a handful. And met three or four. But all seemed to be a bust. Either they chickened out, or they weren't quite who they said they were. Just when we thought this was a big waste of time, I woke up one day and saw an email from a guy named Evan. Evan had a very nice profile. He was a very tall black man, about 6'5", 27 years old, and extremely muscular. He used to play starting linebacker at the University of Miami before a knee injury ended his career. He ended up completing his degree and was currently working with a bank as a loan executive. He did post a picture of himself naked, and even though he had a body most body builders would envy in its cuts and definition, the thing that stood out the most was his cock. In its resting state, his cock looked longer and thicker than mine, and mine isn't that small. Cheryl had gone to work already so I took it upon myself to reply to him.
Surprisingly, he was online at that moment and quickly replied back. We exchanged a few more emails, and we arranged a meeting the following night, Wednesday night, for dinner. In all other cases, Cheryl and I discussed who we would meet, but in this case, I figured she'd be ok with it. Sure enough, when she got home and I showed her Evan's pictures, she agreed.
We met on Wednesday, and Evan was everything we expected. He was very well spoken, very polite, yet he had a cool confidence about him. The three of us had instant rapport, and I could see Cheryl flirting with him already. While he was certainly intimidating physically, he came across as a very nice man.
