Note from the author: After being away for a while due to illness, I hope to submit more of my stories over the next few months. This will be a multi-part story and is based on factual experience. Obviously the names have been changed but I felt it important to share with others who would understand. All comments are very much appreciated.
Chapter One
It all began when my wife accepted a new position which required quite a lot of travel. We have been married for 8 years, I am 36 and she is 34 years of age. We had decided to wait to have children as we both are fortunate enough to enjoy very good careers. We live a pretty normal life, my wife is attractive, in great shape and takes care of herself. I am fit, I play racquetball several times a week and in good shape. Most people would consider us to have a pretty nice life.
After my wife took her new position, I was contemplating my life with her on the road and away most weeks. Being able to complete projects, tasks around the house, play more golf and/or racquetball etc. The plan worked quite well for a few weeks, I was able to accomplish many tasks at home in the evenings, but those tasks ended, and I was missing her and finding myself somewhat lonely. It was getting colder, so golf had stopped for the year and the guys I played racquetball with couldn't play as often as I was available, so boredom began.
After catching up and rewatching several movies, I sat down in front of our home computer, which neither of us used very often. Looking for anything entertaining or interesting to keep me from going insane. After a few weeks of what I learned was considered to be "surfing the net," it became boring as well. The work week would drag on forever, boredom every evening and spending time with my wife on the weekends. Our sex life seemed to reignite, I suppose absence does make the heart grow fonder, which was a nice side effect.
After about two months of my wife traveling almost every week and her workload increasing to the point that she would be catching up on the weekends, it started to affect our sex life negatively. She was simply exhausted from travel and her new workload. Between her being so tired and my being so bored, our marriage was suffering but at the time neither of us recognized it.
At 36 years old I found myself, taking matters into my own hands so to speak, I was masturbating again. Granted, I was alone, in my own home and there was no possibility that anyone other than I knew what I was doing. However, it still felt shameful, and I felt guilty for doing so. As time passed the feeling became less and less, I was a man and had needs and I wasn't betraying my wedding vows or commitment to my wife in any way.
In short, masturbating was becoming a normal part of my daily routine. I would work, do a few things around the house to keep it in order and sit and masturbate while watching sexy women in porn videos. As time passed by, I was jerking off more and more, on the weekends when my wife was home, if she was away I would immediately go to a porn website and jerk off. At no time during this progression of events did I think there was any problem or issue.
As time went on and watching porn was becoming erotic and stimulating I found myself looking for new things to stimulate me and increase my level of arousal and eroticism. Somehow I ventured into a chat room, having never been involved in a chat room before I, of course was learning by trial and error. A lot of what I was doing was simply watching and listening. It was a very unique and different experience but not unpleasant.
I later learned after a few weeks of listening and watching that I was chatting in a cuckold environment. I don't think of myself as being old fashioned, but I had no idea what a cuckold was. I wasn't freaked out, more surprised that a man would allow himself to be in such a position and besides the porn displayed in the chat room was very erotic. On this site is where I met Megan.
Megan and I began chatting and she was very informative of not only the cuckold lifestyle but her devotion to black men. It was completely and totally innocent chat nothing sexual, maybe I justified my relationship with her as no more than just chatting with a friend. Which in my opinion was exactly what it was. At the time I didn't realize how much she and I were chatting, but looking back it was daily and at times more than once daily. It remained innocent, non-sexual for months, but we were learning about each other and sharing our lives.
Of course, I shared my situation and how our life had changed with my wife traveling as much as she was etc. Megan was understanding and empathetic with my situation and explained how she and her husband had maintained their current lifestyle for over 9 years without any sexual contact between them.
She had become a black only woman and her husband had accepted the situation and they never engaged in sexuality between them. Of course, I was intrigued and had never even heard of any open relationship like what she was describing. Trying not to be too personal I would try and ask some questions as we chatted regarding their arrangement.
As I reflect on our conversations, even in the beginning although I felt as if I was leading the conversation, I wasn't. She was taking me exactly where she wanted it to go. As we talked more and continued to be more comfortable with one another we began asking questions about our lives and opening up as friends tend to do. Her life was much more interesting than my own, especially regarding sexuality. I found myself amazed and strangely interested in hearing more and more about her situation. She provided insight into her thoughts and feelings and how her and her husband had adapted and made their marriage work. In many ways it gave me hope for what my wife and I were experiencing.
I don't want to paint a bleak picture on weekends if my wife and I were not intimate it was due to her fatigue or just a decision we made to simply enjoy each other's company. We were very successful in our careers and were happy overall. Other than her travel schedule my weeks had settled into working, conversing with Megan and enjoying porn.
I learned that Megan was completely devoted to black men, she only had sex with black and her husband was aware before they married. They never engaged in any sexual activity, and she dated openly.
As our conversations became more personal, I suppose more intimate I began to rely on our chat and time spent together as a part of my normal masturbation. We would watch porn together and Megan would talk about the black men in the porn scenes, and I would jerk off. This was now becoming "our thing", I suppose. I would log in and if Megan wasn't on she would have sent a link for a movie to watch so we could talk about them later. When we did discuss them she would ask about the man's penis, his size and so on. I would describe what I watched, and we would both masturbate. She would take the opportunity to explain her devotion to black men, the size difference, their superiority, etc.
As we included these videos into all our sessions Megan began to instruct me on how to pleasure myself, how hard to stroke, how long to stroke, even when I could cum. It was working well for both of us until she started asking more questions about my sexual relationship with my wife. Asking how often we were intimate, how long I lasted with her, was she pleased etc. I explained that it had become less and less frequent since her new job. She asked if the frequency of intimacy with my wife had anything to do with our talking.
I wasn't completely sure of the answer, I really had not given it any thought. The more we discussed the more confused I was regarding a firm answer. She offered to help if I wanted to find the answer, as a friend would help. I was completely taken aback at her willingness to help but appreciated it. Her rationale was who would understand another woman better, her or I. It made perfect sense, and she was willing to assist.
