Ever wonder how your life can change in a single moment. Most instant changes are bad, but some can be good. Being a housewife with no children can be boring at times and this is one of those times. I reflect how my young marriage spiraled into a cuckolding relationship without the desire by Brett.
It all started last year at the gym. My name is Mandi. I'm 26 years old and have been married to my wonderful husband Brett for 4 years. Brett is 29. Brett and I met on the internet (MySpace). He was moving near me and we began as friends and things took off. I fell in love with a man I have never met.
When Brett moved to Portland, my anticipated day finally arrived. Although we had wonderful phone and chat times, I had never gone on a date, touched him, or seen him naked. I know we weren't technically dating but I was so into him that I felt like I was cheating if I even looked at another man until we met. I should state that I have always been a very sexual person. So it was difficult going celibate for 5 months. My fingers got tons of abuse.
Anyways the day we met was as perfect as I imagined except for one small or tiny thing. His penis! It was so small I had to fake an orgasm, which I have never done before. I felt bad, but I loved him so I didn't let it bother me because he loved me and treated me like a queen.
Anyways, our relationship continued and he proposed a year later and our marriage has been a dream ever since. We have had some issues, but nothing more than any other couple until Brett found my sex journal. As previously stated, I am a hypersexual. Ever since I became sexually active at a very young age, I was addicted to sex. I wouldn't say I am an exhibitionist or slut, but I could never say no or deny my boyfriends sex. It was too much fun and pleasurable.
I was out with the girls dancing one night when I came home to Brett drunk. As I sat next to him I saw something was bothering him so I asked him.
Brett pulled out my sex journal and I immediately felt sick. I knew what was in it and how I was caught. I began thinking what to say. I remembered telling Brett that he was only my 3rd lover.
Brett asked how many guys I had slept with and I looked at him shamefully and said 77.
He asked, "So is it true that my dick is the smallest you have ever seen for a grown man?"
I felt tears in my eyes and said, "Yes".
He handed me the book and told me to read it out loud to him. I didn't want too as I already knew it hurt his feelings, but he said he needed to hear it from me.
I took the book and began to read. "My 77th lover; my husband Brett; Size 4.25" length and skinny." I stopped.
Brett told me to continue reading all of it. So I did.
"The smallest dick I have ever seen for a grown man. I hate to write this because I love him, but it is too small to even be classified as a dick. It's a pathetic excuse for a dick. It's not even a penis. It's a tiny sissy clit. I can feel him though it tickles more than anything. As bad as this may sound I always think of my ex when we have sex. I love Brett, but I need a REAL MAN with a REAL FAT COCK!"
Tears were streaming down my face as I just apologize. Brett walked away and slept in the guest bedroom for a week. This was the worst week of my life. I thought i ruined my marriage. I felt violated since he read my journal, MY personal journal, but how could I be so selfish when i described such putrid and horrible things about the man I love. Although they were true, I felt like the worst wife ever! I continued to apologize and rekindle our marriage and after 2 weeks everything was back to normal. Time went on and we tried to have children for 2 years, but we could never conceive. We began to give up hope and planned on being a kid less couple.
Brett and I were planning a special vacation to the Bahamas this summer. I, like many women am self conscience about my body. I'm not overweight by any means. I'm 5'4", 137lbs. I have medium length blonde hair and green eyes. My size is 34b-28-36. Well Brett made me a promise he would take me anywhere I wanted to go if I would wear a thong bikini. Well I took the bait and began exercising daily at the gym until I met my goal weight of 120.
As I am a housewife, I have all day to myself minus the household chores. I decided to look into a gym membership at the local gym so I could make my man proud while on vacation. I started working out in the evening after Brett went to work. I was going 5 days a week. I never had a gym membership or been to a gym before so I was quite surprised to see such masculinity. The steamy sweat from all the men working out would seem gross, but for some reason to me it was sexy. Like I said I love my husband and he is a sexy man, but I must admit I saw some sexy men at the gym. Not that I would ever do anything though my mind would ponder while on the treadmill.
I began a routine of cardio and some weight lifting. Needless to say i know nothing about weight lifting, but i was determined to lose weight and tone up a bit. If i were going to wear a thong bikini, then I was going to do whatever it took to get my dream vacation even if I had no idea what I was doing. Being married and never exercising at the gym I felt I should be modest. I wore some yoga pants, shorts bra and a tank top.
I began my journey at the gym. Although there were several sexy men, this particular day i was in for a surprise. I started on the treadmill and began my 10 mile jog. I was half way through my jog when my attention pulled to bench press in front of me. There stood the sexiest man I ever laid eyes on. Now I haven't always been attracted to black men. I have seen many sexy black men, but all that "yo babay was sup" talk turned me off and away. But this man was different. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was breathtaking. Here I was a married woman, watching every move this man was making. Watching the sweat bead off his head and his muscles strain as he was lifting the weight, I realized I couldn't take my eyes off this man. I'm sure others could see me starring, but I couldn't have cared.
This man was a god. A black god. He stood nearly 6'6" well built and as dark as dark chocolate with a sexy bald head. I looked him from top to bottom. His upper body in the shape of a v. His chest looked like it was built of bricks and his shoulders of rocks. He stood wearing a white tank top. I could see every muscle and he wasn't even flexing. My eyes continued down to his white shorts and that's where my eyes stopped. He was so dark I could see his skin through the white material. His sexy butt and hard legs. But what caught my attention the most was the swinging between his legs. I couldn't believe my sight. I shook my head in amazement as it looked like there was a creature moving inside his shorts. I felt myself becoming hotter by the second. I felt my nipples hardening which didn't concern me and my modest clothing. My vagina was dampening and I could feel my horniness growing.
I continued to run until my jog was complete. My legs burning, heart beating, and sweat dripping down my chest, yet I had a burn much worse between my legs. All I could think about was this black god. I began walking and watched as he finished with the bench and walked up to the treadmill next to me. It was then I felt butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way. It was like a school girl crush, yet I'm MARRIED.
I look over at this black man and watch as he is walking as well. I feel my heart beating, my nipples hard and begin to undress him with my eyes. I begin day dreaming while looking at this man. Thinking of him walking naked on the treadmill. Watching ever muscle on his body and what his penis would be like. With a man who exudes so much masculinity it is impossible for his penis to be anything less than 8". My mouth opens and I unintentionally place my left hand on my left breast. Not realizing where I am or for that matter really caring. I feel the heat of my vagina wondering how it would feel to be in this man's arms when I hear sounds coming from his direction. All I here is a laugh.
I look up to see him smiling at me. I feel my face get warm and can only imagine how bad this looks. I was caught. Caught starring at this stud, wearing my wedding ring, nipples hard, and a gushing vagina. I begin to panic knowing he caught me starring at his penis. Afraid and embarrassed, I step down and walk over the squat station. I start putting light weight on and get into position. As I begin bending at the knees I hear him from behind.
"Your form is off and I would hate to see such a beautiful woman hurt herself, would you like some assistance?" He says.
Startled by his surprised visit I leaned forward causing the weight to start losing my balance. He quickly grabbed the bar with one hand and lifts it off of my shoulders.
He laughs and says, "Allow me to help."
Blushing from embarrassment I said, "Some pointers would be quite helpful."
"You need to keep your back straight and vertical. Grab the bar equally on each side and slowly bend at the knees until you are at 90 degrees and return to the standing position. Be careful on keeping your stomach tense and back straight the entire time to avoid injuries. I just finished my workout; I wouldn't mind staying to spot you to help if you want!" He said.
"That would be great. Thank you! I'm Mandi by the way." I said.
"I'm Mike. It's nice to meet you Mandi." He said.
"Same here," I replied.
He removed some weight and we began. Mike was wonderful and in more ways than one. On top of being outrageously sexy and handsome, he was a perfect gentleman. He never hit on me or anything. We didn't talk much either other than him pushing me to work harder.
We completed 7 sets of squats, leg press, leg curls, hip flexors, and sit ups. By the time the workout was complete I noticed I had been at the gym for nearly 2 hours.
As I stood from my crunches I almost lost my balance from my legs being so sore. I began to fall when Mike grabbed me and picked me up holding me like a baby. Aside from my legs being sore I felt very comfortable being in his arms. Having him hold me so close to his body and looking into his sexy dark eyes I was lost in the moment. He smiled at me which made me smile back. I felt like I was getting all giggly as if he were my first crush.
"Do you have a masseuse Mandi?" He said as he brought me to my feet.
"No I don't. My husband gives me massages every now and again, but he is at work tonight." I said.
"Well you are going to want a massage ASAP or you will be sore and walking slow and funny the next couple of days. I am a personal trainer. Why don't you come back to the back room? There is a massage table and I could help massage your legs to avoid injuries and pain." He said
