Cuckolding was not something we had planned. My wife Lenora and I had a good marriage, had good kids, and what most people would call a normal life.
Then unexpectedly, while attending a friend's wedding, my wife Lenora and I were introduced to the world of cuckolding. We had never spoken about it before. It just happened. I think we both needed it at the time.
Our new sexual adventures began later in our marriage when our kids were older and out of the house. From my perspective, and up to that point in our marriage, I thought I knew my wife and her non-adventurous, even prudish sexual preferences; I apparently did not.
The best part in the beginning was that these were spontaneous situations. Lenora was always reluctant at first and alcohol had a lot to do with it initially. I was never aware this would happen but it was exciting and new to watch.
Later on, we searched for her partners together online. The first time this happened, it occurred with a black stranger. Forcefully introduced to a stranger's strong fingers at our table at the wedding, she quickly succumbed to his charms. She instigated what came later that night in his hotel room, and I was a voyeur.
That original encounter, and my feeling of helplessness and humiliation while watching her fucked silly, should have made me feel ashamed. It did not! My cock was the hardest it ever was during that night. And it made Lenora enjoy it more too, knowing I was watching her and helpless. She told me this, years later.
We had not spoken about what happened that night after the wedding. I did not want to bring it up to her and I thought she was embarrassed by it. So, we just forgot about it. I assumed it was a one time thing, until a couple of months later after that wedding night.
We were invited to a brunch on a Saturday in early October 2014 by one of Lenora's cousins. It was a cousin's thing and it was at a very nice place not to far from our house. The brunch was from 11am to 3pm. Lenora's family liked to drink so we expected to have a nice time. We did not go out very often and we enjoyed ourselves at these functions.
Because it was early in the day, we had kept an appointment with a mortgage broker for later that afternoon. This guy was referred to us by a friend who had refinanced his mortgage and we wanted to do the same thing if we could. This guy was always booked up so we were happy to finally get an appointment. And he was coming to our house. Our appointment was at 4:30pm so we had plenty of time to get back from the brunch.
We had a great time and the food was great. Lenora and her cousins had a great time too, as they started with Mimosas early and continued through out the brunch. I don't really like to drink early in the day anyway so I let Lenora have a good time. By the looks of her, she did. She was feeling no pain.
We stayed until the end of the brunch and then hung around for another half hour or so just bullshitting with everyone. On the way home, we talked about dinner that night, but we had that meeting at 4:30. I said I would go out later for a pizza after the meeting.
We got home and changed clothes. Lenora put on her favorite pink housedress and flip-flops and I changed into my usual casual attire: shorts and a tee shirt. Even though it was October, it was still relatively warm.
Lenora was still feeling good and I anticipated a decent night of sex as Lenora always liked to fool around when she was drunk.
At almost exactly 4:30, our doorbell rang. I answered the door and a very tall middle-aged black man stood there. He introduced himself as Anthony Burns and handed me a business card. As I showed him in, he told me to call him 'Tony' as that was what everyone called him.
Tony was about 6 feet 2 inches tall and built like a linebacker. He wore a light blue polo shirt which showed off his build and muscular arms. He wore business casual slacks and shoes.
Lenora was putting clothes in the dryer when we walked into the kitchen area. We live in a nice sized ranch in a nice quiet town in New Jersey. The house is on 2 acres and we have our privacy as the surrounding homes are similar.
When you enter our house from the front door you walk through a small foyer into our bar area then into the den. On the left is the kitchen which has a center island and 3 stools. The garage is on that side of the house with an entrance into the kitchen. We usually come in through the garage. The laundry room is on that side as well as a bathroom. From the kitchen, you can access the back yard and our deck in the back of the house.
The den has a large L-shaped sectional couch, which faces our television and entertainment unit in the far corner of the room. The back section of the couch faces our large kitchen table. You can see the TV from the couch and the kitchen table as the house has a very open floor plan. There are windows all around in each of the rooms. The colors are light and neutral and the house has hardwood floors.
As we walked in the den, Lenora came out of the laundry room to meet us. I introduced her to Tony and we all sat down at the kitchen table. The television was on but was muted. Lenora asked if Tony wanted coffee or a soda and he declined.
We started discussing the mortgage process but Lenora continually changed the subject of the conversation. Lenora was still feeling good and when she was, she liked to talk. She seemed extremely interested in hearing about Tony and his life. Tony seemed like a genuinely good person.
He told us he was originally from Philadelphia and had gone to school there. He was 39 years old and he had moved to New Jersey years ago and still had family in the Philadelphia area. He visited them often. He had been married but had gotten divorced five years earlier and he had no children.
In the midst of our conversations that continued to go from business to personal, Tony had told us, based on all the factors involved in the process, we should easily get the refinancing. Lenora was thrilled! Lenora said, "Ed, open a bottle of wine. Let's celebrate!" This normally does not happen, but since she was already feeling good, she wanted to drink more.
