My wife and I were sitting in a dimly lit bar. Vicky was nervously twirling the stem of her glass. The light from the neon sign cast red streaks across her cleavage. I sat across from her smiling a little wider than usual. We were getting ready for our first cuckold date with a BBC.
I asked Vicky several times that evening if she was sure. She always said yes. I told her everything would be fine. Meanwhile, I was painting a picture in my mind. I dreamed of seeing how she would feel with another man.
We finished our drinks and went outside. We called a taxi home, where Mikael was waiting for us. He’s a black man who does CrossFit and professionally fucks other white men’s wives. This turned my wife on so much that she squirmed in her seat the entire ride.
He had an excellent dating profile, good photos, and was polite. He briefly described himself as: “I love it when people watch.” That was exactly what we needed.
The door was opened by a man almost a head taller than me. He smelled of expensive perfume, had a light stubble, and wore a black T-shirt that hugged his chest and shoulders. He smiled at my wife as if they’d known each other for months.
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