This is part on an ongoing story. The theme is wife sharing/ interracial cuckoldry. If this isn't appealing to you I suggest not reading further.
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I didn't sleep that night, needless to say. I endured the cries of my wife surrendering herself to Randy, as well as the sounds of him taking full pleasure of her charms. She apparently had not been exaggerating regarding his prowess. He took her several times throughout the night, to my increasing angst. I had thought that at least part of her claims of multiple intercourse per evening with him were merely to tease me, apparently this was not true! But here I was listening to him have her not just once or twice, but FIVE times before things quieted down around 3:30!
I knew that Cathy was allowing him to take her sweet pussy bare back. I had been shaken deeply at first that Randy was black, in large part because I had been between her legs many times by now after she had been with him the night before and been exposed to his seed inside of her. Cathleen's pussy had reached a point where it's taste and scent were different than before she had started to take Randy as a lover. She had blended with him now, and I was the third wheel in this triad.
I was still adjusting to the reality that I had brought the situation upon myself. While I had long had fantasies of seeing Cathleen sexually satisfied by a faceless black lover, I found myself surprised that she had chosen a black lover on her own accord. I assumed, wrongly, that she would never try a black man in real life and that her lover was white. I assumed I would have to deal with her lover being either her boss or a co-worker. There was a profound feeling of embarrassment that I endured when I met Randy. I felt the cold rawness in my stomach knowing he had control of her, but also of me by extension. Seeing that their relationship had such elements of my wife being a submissive to him was disturbing to me. Psychologically, I knew that I had been submitting to her every time that I willingly soul kissed her pussy upon her returning to me. Given her submission to him, that left Randy at the top of us both.
Cathleen had never shown any interest in BDSM at all. To see her giving in to a black dominant the night before was more than I had bargained for. I hadn't counted on Cathy exploring new horizons with her new lover. In essence, I assumed that sex between them would go no farther than what was familiar between us. I thought that she would withhold from him sexuality that she didn't share with me in our marriage. But no, she had given a new part of herself to that relationship and not ours. She clearly meant what she had said about her relationship with him being a separate and new thing for her, that she had developed feelings for him, and that their relationship blossomed into it's own shape.
It was not until 9 in the morning that I heard the turn of the bedroom doorknob. Randy walked into the kitchen wearing boxers.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully.
"Um, hi, would you like some coffee," I replied.
"Sure, I'd love one."
I poured him a cup and we sat at the kitchen table.
"Hope we didn't push you beyond your limits last night George," Randy said after a sip. "Cathleen has told me all about you, and I feel like I know you, maybe better than you know yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh please! She's already told me about how long you had fantasized about seeing her with a black man. The videos and stories you downloaded for her, your Internet surfing while you thought she didn't know, your encouragement of her in this - she has told me about ALL of it! Do you think Cathleen is the first white wife that has been, essentially, offered to me by her white husband? You may not know it, but you are NOT alone! There are a lot of white husbands that have the same fantasy as you, and more of these men every day are finding that they NEED to see it to completion."
"REALLY?!?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh yes!" he assured me. "The world is changing more every day. While most of you still don't dare to 'come out' yet, believe me more white husbands are allowing and even encouraging their white wives to cuckold them with Black men. I can introduce you to a support group, if you like."
"Does such a thing actually exist?" I was still trying to recover from the different sides of this man. Just hours ago he was acting like a coarse pimp in my living room treating my sweet wife like his whore. Now he was speaking like a cultured, fine gentleman (one that was screwing my wife to be sure, but not awkward about it at all).
