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As I got home from work and walked into the living room, I sensed something was different. Usually, my wife Megan, would greet me, even if she was in the kitchen, or upstairs...but the house seemed so silent. It was out of the ordinary, and I felt a little bit---uneasy.
"Hey! I'm home!" I called out. But there was no reply.
I went to the kitchen to see if Megan was there, but she wasn't; and so I took the back stairs up to our bed room, with every intention of taking a quick shower. However, as I turned to go into our bedroom, I found Megan setting on the edge of the bed, with my lap-top open on her lap! My heart practically shot into my mouth, as I realized, suddenly, that I'd left it on the night before while looking a porn site!
She looked up at me after a second, and said: "So, this is the sort of stuff you look at?" She didn't come across angry, just more surprised than angry; though she had a slight frown as she gazed up at me.
I stammered around for a second, my face suddenly feeling flushed and hot, and I managed to say: "I--uh, I, uh," I said, not knowing what to say.
"So, your attracted to black guys? Is that it?" Again, she didn't act angry, which surprised me, but I couldn't find the words to say to her question.
When I didn't reply, she went on: "Well, from what I've seen here," she said, referring to my lap top, "it sure LOOKS like your attracted to black guys. So? What about it? ARE you? Attracted to black guys?"
I made some more stammering noises, my face feeling even more flushed and hot than earlier.
"Also," Megan continued, "it also looks like you like the idea of ME fucking a black guy. Is THAT true?"
I managed to say "Yes. I mean," and I paused, standing there in front of her as I tried to find words that wouldn't be
misconstrued by her, but I couldn't find any; and so, there was really no other (honest) reply than to say "Yes. That's true."
She looked up at me for a long moment, saying nothing, doing nothing, just setting there on the edge of our bed, with my lap top open. Then, letting out a sigh, she said: "Well, then. I've got good news for you then! Ready?"
I didn't say a word.
"I find the idea of fucking a black guy an interesting one, as well!"
I raised my eyes up and we stared into one another's eyes for a few seconds, and then she said: "And THAT'S exactly what IM going to do!"
I didn't say anything to that. I was afraid that anything I might say would trigger the angry outburst I thought was just around the corner; but that's not what happened.
"So, I'M going to live out that little secret fantasy of yours! What do you say to that?"
I didn't say anything.
"Thanks for the great idea, honey," Megan said, closing the lap top and setting it on the bed beside her. "Now that I know how you feel about that, I've got the freedom, as well as your permission, to do what," and she waved her hand over my lap top as she spoke "all THIS is about."
I remained quiet.
"You know, you've never really been great in bed. Have I ever told you that? Huh? Well---you haven't been. So, when I see pictures of such enormous cocks on YOUR lap top, I'm thinking: 'My husband must WANT me to have such things!'
Right?"
I remained standing there in silent shock, as well as a strange, but curiously exciting feeling that had begun welling up within me.
Megan stood up, and I moved to one side so that she could go through the bedroom door. I wanted to say something to her. I wanted to...to do what I had no idea!
"Are you angry with me?" I finally managed to say.
She turned around to face me. She was smiling all of a sudden. "I'm not angry!" She said. "If I'm anything, I'm rather
excited! Now that I know my husband wants his wife to go out and fuck other men, what's to be angry about?"
"It's just porn," I said, trying to ameliorate the situation.
" 'Just' porn?" She said with a faint smile. "It's MORE than 'just porn.' It's a peek into who you really are as a man. That's what it is."
She had a point. Why did I find such thoughts, of my own wife fucking other men, so...strangely, and so strongly, appealing?! But it was!
Megan started to walk on down the hallway, but turned after a few steps, and looking back at me (I'd followed her part way out into the hallway) and said: "I'm going to LOVE fucking some big black guy with a BIG black cock." She grinned.
"That's what you want, right?" She added.
My silence was all the assent Megan needed; and she smiled once again. She even laughed slightly. "I sure hope you enjoy all this; because I know that I sure as hell AM!"
"But..." I began to say, but she'd walked away.
After this I kept my eyes and ears open to any possible action on her part that might indicate if she really was going on ahead with this, or that she was just mind-fucking with me!
Every time her phone buzzed, I'd immediately wonder who it was. Did she have a 'boyfriend?' Was she really fucking some other guy?! I had no way of knowing, and I think she liked it that way.
Then one day, I took off the afternoon. I wanted to take a swim in our backyard pool. It was a particularly hot and muggy day. The pool would be a great place to escape all that. However, as I pulled up to garage, I found a car I didn't recognize, parked blocking my side of the garage. That irritated me. So I parked and went in the front door. Whoever was parked there would have to move, so that I could pull in to the garage. However, as I made my way though the
house, I came to the sliding glass doors that looked out onto the patio, and the pool beyond; and, as I looked through, I was Megan, naked, and with her was a tall, well-built, black guy that looked to be around his late 20's perhaps; and he, too, was naked!
He was setting on the edge of the pool, with Megan standing half in the water, and half out of it, snuggled up between his muscular thighs; and, what was more, they were kissing, and the passion between them was unmistakable!
The sight was a shock at first. Of course, I'd seen similar sights while watching porn, but the difference here was that this was my own wife! But that, too, gave the scene an unmistakable eroticism to it.
I watched as my wife and this young black guy kissing, and then, suddenly, he lifted Megan up out of the water, and swinging her around, he proceeded to mount her; and she eagerly assisted him by spreading her legs far apart! Without a moments hesitation, this young black guy slid his truly huge black cock INSIDE Megan's pussy! I almost gasped out loud at the sight. Then I watched as this other guy began fucking my wife! I became instantly mesmerized by it. There was a certain unreality to it, as I watched this other guy's cock probing deeply within Megan's pussy! This way 'my' wife, I kept thinking, and yet, because it was my wife, the reaction to seeing her having sex with another man exceeded the thrill 'd felt while watch porn, and pretending the women in it was Megan. THIS WAS MEGAN! This was no porn video. This was real!
I watched this scene for a few moments and then quietly left and drove away. For some reason, I didn't want Megan to know (at least not yet) that knew about her black lover. So, several hours later, I drove back home. The car that had blocked the garage earlier, was gone now.
I pressed the automatic garage door opener and parked the car. As it hummed closed, I sat for a moment wondering what I should do or say. Part of me wanted to tell Megan that I knew about her black boyfriend, and yet, at the same time, I hesitated. Eventually, I went inside. Pretending, as I did, not to know anything about what I'd seen earlier. I decided to let Megan tell me, that is, if she ever would!
When I saw Megan, she'd obviously just taken a shower. For some reason, seeing her, and knowing that she'd been fucking some other guy, she seemed to radiate a special beauty. I wasn't the least bit angry with her! f anything, I found myself powerfully attracted to her!
I kissed her on the cheek by way of greeting, and we talked about our days. She said nothing about the incident I'd seen at the swimming pool, and that made butterflies in my stomach.
I headed upstairs to change into some swimming trunks and headed back downstairs to the pool. As I did, I caught Megan looking at me in a funny way.
"That pool looks really good right now," I said, trying not to sound coy. It must have worked, because she just nodded
her head in assent.
I swam around for a while, and occasionally coming over to the edge of the pool where I'd seen Megan and her young black boyfriend had sat kissing, and then fucking. It felt strange to being in the exact same physical space (though a few hours different in time) to where I'd witness my wife fucking another man; and yet, I liked the way it excited me. It was exhilarating.
I looked up to see Megan standing in the mowed grass by the pool, looking down at me. I smiled broadly. "You ought to come on in, babe!" I said. "The water feels so good right now."
"Yeah, it does," she said. "I was in there earlier."
"Oh yeah," I replied, as if I'd forgotten that.
I so very much wanted to tell her about my discovery of her affair, but, I also wanted to keep the secret for now. I'd bring it up sometime. Sometime when I thought was the perfect moment to do so! Not until then.
As I climbed out of the pool Megan said, "Dinners about ready," and with that she turned and headed back to the house.
I watched her walk. She had such a nice ass, I thought. I could recall the sight of that young black guys hands on her pale skin; and the sight of his huge black cock as it sunk deep inside of her pussy. MY wife's pussy, mind you. But apparently it was no longer just 'mine!' Not exclusively at least. I also knew that this young black guy had likely left his cum inside of her, eventually! Of course he had! As I thought of that, I wondered if there was still some in there; some lingering remnant of his sperm. More than likely so!
As that thought rose up in my mind, I wasn't angry about it. Not at all. It felt both strange, as well as strangely exciting to feel that way. So, apparently was now an official cuckold; and not one in just my imagination. Though it had been such a shock that Megan had found that particular variety of porn on my lap top, I was seeing it as perhaps the best thing that she had! At least now we could both indulge in it, and without any further need to try and hid it, or feel ashamed of it!
I knew that, eventually, if I was patient, that Megan would one day reveal to me that she was fucking some other guy; and when that came, I'd be the happiest cuckold around! It also meant that I didn't need to be ashamed of being 'attracted', as Megan had said, to black men. In fact she and I BOTH could admit to that!
The End
"Hey! I'm home!" I called out. But there was no reply.
I went to the kitchen to see if Megan was there, but she wasn't; and so I took the back stairs up to our bed room, with every intention of taking a quick shower. However, as I turned to go into our bedroom, I found Megan setting on the edge of the bed, with my lap-top open on her lap! My heart practically shot into my mouth, as I realized, suddenly, that I'd left it on the night before while looking a porn site!
She looked up at me after a second, and said: "So, this is the sort of stuff you look at?" She didn't come across angry, just more surprised than angry; though she had a slight frown as she gazed up at me.
I stammered around for a second, my face suddenly feeling flushed and hot, and I managed to say: "I--uh, I, uh," I said, not knowing what to say.
"So, your attracted to black guys? Is that it?" Again, she didn't act angry, which surprised me, but I couldn't find the words to say to her question.
When I didn't reply, she went on: "Well, from what I've seen here," she said, referring to my lap top, "it sure LOOKS like your attracted to black guys. So? What about it? ARE you? Attracted to black guys?"
I made some more stammering noises, my face feeling even more flushed and hot than earlier.
"Also," Megan continued, "it also looks like you like the idea of ME fucking a black guy. Is THAT true?"
I managed to say "Yes. I mean," and I paused, standing there in front of her as I tried to find words that wouldn't be
misconstrued by her, but I couldn't find any; and so, there was really no other (honest) reply than to say "Yes. That's true."
She looked up at me for a long moment, saying nothing, doing nothing, just setting there on the edge of our bed, with my lap top open. Then, letting out a sigh, she said: "Well, then. I've got good news for you then! Ready?"
I didn't say a word.
"I find the idea of fucking a black guy an interesting one, as well!"
I raised my eyes up and we stared into one another's eyes for a few seconds, and then she said: "And THAT'S exactly what IM going to do!"
I didn't say anything to that. I was afraid that anything I might say would trigger the angry outburst I thought was just around the corner; but that's not what happened.
"So, I'M going to live out that little secret fantasy of yours! What do you say to that?"
I didn't say anything.
"Thanks for the great idea, honey," Megan said, closing the lap top and setting it on the bed beside her. "Now that I know how you feel about that, I've got the freedom, as well as your permission, to do what," and she waved her hand over my lap top as she spoke "all THIS is about."
I remained quiet.
"You know, you've never really been great in bed. Have I ever told you that? Huh? Well---you haven't been. So, when I see pictures of such enormous cocks on YOUR lap top, I'm thinking: 'My husband must WANT me to have such things!'
Right?"
I remained standing there in silent shock, as well as a strange, but curiously exciting feeling that had begun welling up within me.
Megan stood up, and I moved to one side so that she could go through the bedroom door. I wanted to say something to her. I wanted to...to do what I had no idea!
"Are you angry with me?" I finally managed to say.
She turned around to face me. She was smiling all of a sudden. "I'm not angry!" She said. "If I'm anything, I'm rather
excited! Now that I know my husband wants his wife to go out and fuck other men, what's to be angry about?"
"It's just porn," I said, trying to ameliorate the situation.
" 'Just' porn?" She said with a faint smile. "It's MORE than 'just porn.' It's a peek into who you really are as a man. That's what it is."
She had a point. Why did I find such thoughts, of my own wife fucking other men, so...strangely, and so strongly, appealing?! But it was!
Megan started to walk on down the hallway, but turned after a few steps, and looking back at me (I'd followed her part way out into the hallway) and said: "I'm going to LOVE fucking some big black guy with a BIG black cock." She grinned.
"That's what you want, right?" She added.
My silence was all the assent Megan needed; and she smiled once again. She even laughed slightly. "I sure hope you enjoy all this; because I know that I sure as hell AM!"
"But..." I began to say, but she'd walked away.
After this I kept my eyes and ears open to any possible action on her part that might indicate if she really was going on ahead with this, or that she was just mind-fucking with me!
Every time her phone buzzed, I'd immediately wonder who it was. Did she have a 'boyfriend?' Was she really fucking some other guy?! I had no way of knowing, and I think she liked it that way.
Then one day, I took off the afternoon. I wanted to take a swim in our backyard pool. It was a particularly hot and muggy day. The pool would be a great place to escape all that. However, as I pulled up to garage, I found a car I didn't recognize, parked blocking my side of the garage. That irritated me. So I parked and went in the front door. Whoever was parked there would have to move, so that I could pull in to the garage. However, as I made my way though the
house, I came to the sliding glass doors that looked out onto the patio, and the pool beyond; and, as I looked through, I was Megan, naked, and with her was a tall, well-built, black guy that looked to be around his late 20's perhaps; and he, too, was naked!
He was setting on the edge of the pool, with Megan standing half in the water, and half out of it, snuggled up between his muscular thighs; and, what was more, they were kissing, and the passion between them was unmistakable!
The sight was a shock at first. Of course, I'd seen similar sights while watching porn, but the difference here was that this was my own wife! But that, too, gave the scene an unmistakable eroticism to it.
I watched as my wife and this young black guy kissing, and then, suddenly, he lifted Megan up out of the water, and swinging her around, he proceeded to mount her; and she eagerly assisted him by spreading her legs far apart! Without a moments hesitation, this young black guy slid his truly huge black cock INSIDE Megan's pussy! I almost gasped out loud at the sight. Then I watched as this other guy began fucking my wife! I became instantly mesmerized by it. There was a certain unreality to it, as I watched this other guy's cock probing deeply within Megan's pussy! This way 'my' wife, I kept thinking, and yet, because it was my wife, the reaction to seeing her having sex with another man exceeded the thrill 'd felt while watch porn, and pretending the women in it was Megan. THIS WAS MEGAN! This was no porn video. This was real!
I watched this scene for a few moments and then quietly left and drove away. For some reason, I didn't want Megan to know (at least not yet) that knew about her black lover. So, several hours later, I drove back home. The car that had blocked the garage earlier, was gone now.
I pressed the automatic garage door opener and parked the car. As it hummed closed, I sat for a moment wondering what I should do or say. Part of me wanted to tell Megan that I knew about her black boyfriend, and yet, at the same time, I hesitated. Eventually, I went inside. Pretending, as I did, not to know anything about what I'd seen earlier. I decided to let Megan tell me, that is, if she ever would!
When I saw Megan, she'd obviously just taken a shower. For some reason, seeing her, and knowing that she'd been fucking some other guy, she seemed to radiate a special beauty. I wasn't the least bit angry with her! f anything, I found myself powerfully attracted to her!
I kissed her on the cheek by way of greeting, and we talked about our days. She said nothing about the incident I'd seen at the swimming pool, and that made butterflies in my stomach.
I headed upstairs to change into some swimming trunks and headed back downstairs to the pool. As I did, I caught Megan looking at me in a funny way.
"That pool looks really good right now," I said, trying not to sound coy. It must have worked, because she just nodded
her head in assent.
I swam around for a while, and occasionally coming over to the edge of the pool where I'd seen Megan and her young black boyfriend had sat kissing, and then fucking. It felt strange to being in the exact same physical space (though a few hours different in time) to where I'd witness my wife fucking another man; and yet, I liked the way it excited me. It was exhilarating.
I looked up to see Megan standing in the mowed grass by the pool, looking down at me. I smiled broadly. "You ought to come on in, babe!" I said. "The water feels so good right now."
"Yeah, it does," she said. "I was in there earlier."
"Oh yeah," I replied, as if I'd forgotten that.
I so very much wanted to tell her about my discovery of her affair, but, I also wanted to keep the secret for now. I'd bring it up sometime. Sometime when I thought was the perfect moment to do so! Not until then.
As I climbed out of the pool Megan said, "Dinners about ready," and with that she turned and headed back to the house.
I watched her walk. She had such a nice ass, I thought. I could recall the sight of that young black guys hands on her pale skin; and the sight of his huge black cock as it sunk deep inside of her pussy. MY wife's pussy, mind you. But apparently it was no longer just 'mine!' Not exclusively at least. I also knew that this young black guy had likely left his cum inside of her, eventually! Of course he had! As I thought of that, I wondered if there was still some in there; some lingering remnant of his sperm. More than likely so!
As that thought rose up in my mind, I wasn't angry about it. Not at all. It felt both strange, as well as strangely exciting to feel that way. So, apparently was now an official cuckold; and not one in just my imagination. Though it had been such a shock that Megan had found that particular variety of porn on my lap top, I was seeing it as perhaps the best thing that she had! At least now we could both indulge in it, and without any further need to try and hid it, or feel ashamed of it!
I knew that, eventually, if I was patient, that Megan would one day reveal to me that she was fucking some other guy; and when that came, I'd be the happiest cuckold around! It also meant that I didn't need to be ashamed of being 'attracted', as Megan had said, to black men. In fact she and I BOTH could admit to that!
The End
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