Beth had been surfing the net and researching their hotwife fantasy. She studied and became well-informed about hotwifing, stagging, cuckolding, and becoming a cuckoldress. She was fascinated to learn hotwifing wasn't an uncommon fantasy and in fact was becoming somewhat mainstream in reality.
Beth answered surveys and scrolled through hundreds of hotwife/cuckold titles. Many had white women having sex with black guys, while their husbands watched. Some wives were humiliating their husbands. There were few rules which applied across the board as each couple, cuckold, and hotwife had their own individual kinks to be merged with the general concept of a wife fucking another man with her husband knowing and approving.
Mark arrived home mid evening after a day of business travel. Beth fixed him a drink and "in fantasy" asked him if he had ever watched any shared, cheating wife, cuckold type videos?
Mark answered honestly "Sure, I have, some I like, others I don't, but if they hit my buttons, they make my cock hard. I don't know if it is the humiliation or the hot sex, or thinking that's you fucking another guy, but it excites me."
"Do you often think of me being with a black guy? Or me treating you like that?"
Mark's silence told her that me had.
Beth continued, "We have fantasy role played that I have fucked or am fucking another guy, sometimes a black guy. That excites you. If we were ever to do this for real, would you really want to watch me fucking another man? What if it was a black man?"
"Well Beth, if it was real, it wouldn't matter to me if it was a black guy. As long as you were safe and enjoying it. My fantasy kink is to watch you fucking and cumming with someone else. So yes, I would really want to watch. If would prefer to not have me there, as long as I knew you were with someone and you told me, that would be ok." Mark explained. "I loved the story you told me about fucking that guy, him taking you from behind on the hood of his car. You said he was black, so I guess that answers your question."
"I can see that that fantasy really excites you," Beth said putting her hand down on her husband's crotch. "So, the thought of me, your wife, having sex, rough sex, with another man, possibly a black man, turns you on? Wow!" Beth said giving his cock a squeeze. "Maybe we should see how much," she giggled, unzipping his fly.
Beth lit a Salem light and casually smoked. At the same time, she started to stroke her husband's shaft, "Hmmm! Let's recap; The thought of me cheating on you, sucking, fucking, committing adultery, turns you on. When I humiliate you, about your cock size, or how other men fuck me better, or how I prefer to be with my black lover than have sex with you, that turns you on. Another man, fucking me hard and treating me roughly, turns you on."
Mark nodded and mumbled "yes" as she slowed down the strokes.
Taking a long drag then exhaling Beth continued, "Well then, picture this; imagine if I was naked on this sofa with another man. Imagine Ben, my muscular black lover is over me and fucking me from behind with his long, thick rock-hard black cock. Does that image arouse you?"
"God yes," was his short reply.
Beth looked down towards the floor, thinking, then looked at her husband, "recently at work, Sam, my co-worker..."
Mark knew very well who he was but Beth had to say it, and she described the circumstance where she and her black co-worker were working late one night and he walked behind her a gave her shoulders a gentle massage. "Sam knew I was enjoying his big hands caressing me. I must have moaned or lightly cooed because Sam took it as signal and he suggested we could go to a bar or his apartment for a nightcap after this long day at work." Sam had asked Beth on a date but they both knew what Sam meant. Sam wanted to put his cock deep inside Beth's married white pussy. Sam wanted to ejaculate hot thick cum deep into her. Sam was pretty sure Beth would enjoy his big cock as well. He wasn't wrong.
Beth told Mark she had seriously thought about it. Going with him. Going to his apartment, to see how far she would let things go. Let herself go. "If I had gone with him, I would have been too tempted." Reality set in and Beth said no, reminding Sam that she was married and had always been faithful to her husband. Sam advised Beth that he had been with many white married ladies, and he was very discrete. He also understood, so if she ever changed her mind about fidelity he would be very, very happy to give her a great ride.
"Tell me Mark, if you had been able to make the decision for me, would I have gone to Sam's apartment?" Before Mark could answer Beth continued, "if I had, I'm sure I would have cheated on you. "Or maybe," Beth said pausing for effect and prolonging his agony, "maybe, what about that guy at the gym, that way I wouldn't mix business with pleasure. What's his name, Henry? I bet Henry would like to date me too."
The word date had become code for fuck. Beth had met Henry once when she had picked Mark up at the gym. Beth remembered overhearing Mark telling a buddy that Henry had one of the biggest cocks in the gym. Mark was now thinking that someone he actually knew might be his wife's potential BBC lover.
Mark imagined Beth in missionary position, with Henry on top of her. Between her legs, fucking her hard with long deep strokes. Cumming inside her. It scared and excited him at the same time. Really excited him. When Mark finally stammered, answering Beth's question about Sam's apartment, that if he had made the decision Beth would have gone to Sam's and gotten fucked, he came. Mostly on himself, but some ran down Beth's hand and over her rings.
Mark momentarily stopped breathing as he thought of Beth' stroking Sam or Henry's big cock and imagined it was Henry's cum coating Beth's wedding ring.
Beth mouthed "Wow!" as Mark recovered.
Shortly after dinner Beth and Mark were on their marriage bed. Resuming their play, and remaining in fantasy, "Perhaps we can explore this new fantasy element some more," Beth teased as she removed her glasses, "I'm very excited by the thought of it. I get wet thinking about a real fling with a black guy."
Taking her husbands cock in her hand once again she began to stroke it again. "Let me ask you, do all black guys have really big cocks?"
Mark admitted that he didn't know if they were all huge, but some obviously had really big cocks. White guys have big cocks too.
"Obviously bigger than yours?" Beth giggled staring at Mark waiting for an answer.
"Yes, bigger than mine."
A strange look came over Beth's face as an idea popped into her mind. She smiled wickedly as she let Mark's cock go free. Abruptly and unexpectedly, Beth asked Mark to dress and do something for her. "Fantasy out"
Beth asked Mark to go to the drug store and buy condoms, condoms that would be appropriate for extra endowed men, like Henry, and some lube. Beth was specific about the pharmacy Mark was to buy the goods at. He was instructed to go to the one in the neighborhood and that she would check the receipt.
Mark's attempt to argue were pointless and he realized Beth was giving him part of the fantasy, the humiliation that is a part of being a cuckold.
"And while you are out, I'll make a couple calls and see if anyone is free. If not, I think I will do a bit of shopping on line." Beth added.
When Mark returned, Beth looked at the purchase and smiled, she put two of the extra large trojans into her purse and put the rest of the trojans and lube in the nightstand drawer. Beth clearly enjoyed the humiliation she had just caused him. "Too bad, no one was answering their phone, so we won't be having company tonight."
Mark understood the message Beth had sent him, first by indicating she had tried to have a man visit them that evening and secondly by putting a couple condoms in her purse. They didn't speak about it, and Mark knew they were not in fantasy mode but suspected she was setting up a future fantasy night.
