It was the third year of our relationship, and as all things do after a while, our sex-life had faded. From a red hot to a pale pink to a rather gray matter. Not that I didnât like sex anymore. Hell, I loved sex, and so did my fiancĂŠe, but most of the time, it just wasnât the right time. We both had quite exhausting jobs, both at the same company, but different departments. I was in sales, my fiancĂŠe in accounting. Not the most exciting jobs, but demanding in a boring-stressful kind of way. We both came home at different times, and normally we settled into an evening routine sometime between 7 and 8 PM. We cooked something nice, watched TV or a movie, and about every second or third day had sex. Whenever we had sex, it was great. Sweaty, different positions, and all that, but nothing extraordinary. No anal, no toys, no SM or anything in that direction. Good old sex, with me squirting inside her warm pussy.
Carol, my fiancĂŠe, was quite good-looking. Not exactly like a model or a famous actress, but nice nonetheless. She was rather short, had hair colored in a not so bright red fashion, a pretty face with glasses, a plump body with a nice round ass and large tits. She wasnât skinny, but not fat either. Maybe her ass was a bit thicker than would have been normal on her frame, same holding true for her tits. But I loved that. I love women who are a bit meaty, not fat, but meaty. With stuff to hold on to. And that I did when we fucked. It was great, although I wished sheâd let me have a go at her ass. You see, Iâm an ass fanatic. I always tried to coax her into at least letting me lick her asshole. I was fascinated by that, but she wouldnât have any of it, let alone letting me fuck her up the ass. I didnât understand it really, because I had had stuff up my asshole (I told you, ass fanatic), and I loved it when she caressed my asshole while sucking my dick (she did that, strangely enough), and I knew that it wasnât uncomfortable. Well, maybe it is when a dick goes in and out repeatedly. I wouldnât know it, so I never pressed her about it.
As much as I enjoyed the sex we had, I constantly fantasized about more sex. I was a vivid customer of Internet sex-sites, and it had become a custom of mine to download porn on a weekly basis. My broadband connection was a godsend, because it allowed me to enjoy porn of all varieties from the anonymity of home, whenever I wanted. My fiancĂŠe knew I liked porn, we had watched quite a few together. Seated on our bed, I would put on some nice one-on-one flick, put it on full screen and then weâd just watch it until we were both ready to have a go ourselves. It was fun, but I really was into a lot more intense stuff. I think I had seen just about anything imaginable, but the things that really did it for me were pictures and movies of white girls getting fucked by black guys. Preferably up the ass. Seeing those monster-dicks, which the guys all sported, going in and out of those tiny holes, was unbelievable. As a rather logical consequence, I imagined Carol to be one of those girls. I sometimes spent hours on the net, just to find a picture or a movie of a girl who resembled Carol who was being fucked up the ass by a black guy.
Adding to that fantasy, there were the so-called hotwife or cuckold sites I kept looking at. Just so you know, a cuckold is a guy whose wife or girlfriend fucks other guys, preferably with him knowing and approving, and being humiliated in the course of it. I read hundreds of fictional stories and real-life experiences of people who had gone through with it. It was a turn-on reading about the women being total sluts with their lovers, only to deny their husbands or boyfriends sex. My imagination ran wild whenever I read that, and I pictured myself in a corner while my beautiful Carol would get the fucking of her lifetime. It was a special turn-on when the husband would then be forced to or would voluntarily lick the cum out of his wifeâs pussy. Another manâs cum! Hell, that was nasty, and humiliating. And I loved the idea of it.
I knew there would never ever be a chance of me actually having that kind of relationship. Carol always professed how much she liked it when we had sex, and there was no need for her to even think of doing another man. She was also the most honest and trustworthy person I knew. The thought of fucking another man, Iâm sure, had never crossed her mind before. Well, at least not the serious thought. After all, she was human too. But my point is, sex was fun, but it wasnât that much to her. Sheâd never go to any length at all, just to get fucked. If sex was convenient, she liked it. If it necessitated going out and finding someone, sheâd never do it. Or so I thought.
As mentioned above, I sometimes scoured the net for hours, just to find the perfect movie or picture. I took all the precautions to rid the computer of all traces, and I did it with the diligence of a computer-professional. I had my movies locked up in another partition, my browser-history and cookies and all that were deleted whenever I closed the browser. I was sure Carol would never find anything of it.
It was January, and I had just proposed to Carol a few weeks earlier. She had gladly accepted, and we were both happy as hell. Unfortunately, I had to visit a client out of town over the weekend, and I spent most of Saturday and Sunday at the clientâs office. It was a drab thing, but work is work, and I had to do it. The hotel I stayed at fortunately had pay-TV, and I checked out the porn movies they had. They had one with an interracial theme, and although it was a bit tame, I liked the fact that I could jack off on my bed while on the big-screen TV, a blonde girl was getting it by a big, muscular black guy. About halfway through the movie the phone rang. I muted the movie and picked up the receiver:
âHello?â
âHey there, darlingâ, Carol cooed through the phone.
âHi, babe, howâs it going without me?â I asked.
âOh, you know, itâs boring watching TV without you. I think Iâm gonna go online and check out the latest developments in housing.â We were planning to buy a house, so we kept our eyes on cheap, but nice houses.
âWell, thatâs great. Iâm just hanging out here, watching a movie!â I said.
âAhh, I bet itâs not a PG-rating, is it?â Carol laughed. I had to laugh myself. She knew me, although she didnât know everything about me.
âIn fact, right now a girl is getting her ass fucked by a big guyâ, I said.
âYouâre so dirty. You and your ass-fantasies. I think you should be glad youâve got a pussy as nice as mine!â Carol said jokingly.
We kept our banter on for a while, until Carol said sheâd go online now. We said goodbye, not before professing out love again and again. Hell, we were still very much in love.
When I came back on Monday evening, Carol had prepared a wonderful dinner. Candle-light, red wine and all that. I was amazed, but not surprised. She liked doing nice stuff like that once in a while.