Our marriage has suddenly taken a cuckolding turn

My name is Alex, I’m 42 years old. I’ve been married to Emma for 15 years. We’ve always been a great, strong couple. Emma is a beautiful, confident woman with long brown hair and a figure that makes men turn heads. Now, our relationship has undergone a major change. My wife has started fucking exclusively with black men. And damn, I like it. More than I could have imagined.

It started six months ago. We were at a work party where Emma was flirting with a colleague named Jamal, a tall, muscular black guy. I noticed her blushing slightly at certain moments. When we got home and had sex, Emma was unusually passionate. «Have you thought about him?» I asked playfully. She hesitated, but then confessed.

Instead of jealousy, I felt arousal. We were having sex, and I imagined Jamal taking her. Then my wife met him the next day. She returned late looking disheveled. Her body was covered in the marks of sex: hickeys on her neck and scratches on her thighs. She told me everything in detail. How he kissed her in the car, how his big hands squeezed her boobs, how his thick, black cock stretched her pussy.

I sat on the edge of the bed listening, and my own dick was hard. I couldn’t believe my wife, who had always been faithful, was having sex with someone else now. And it was a black man. Instead of being angry, I wanted her even more.

Then Emma announced she wouldn’t sleep with me anymore. «Do you mind?» she asked me one day before a date. I shook my head. No, I don’t mind. On the contrary, it turns me on. Then I began to understand why.

In our bed, sex was routine; everything became predictable. And she described how they dominated, how their bodies crushed her, how they fucked her for hours making her scream with orgasm after orgasm. One guy was especially rough. He tied her up, spanked her ass until she blushed, and came inside her without asking. She came home with wet panties full of cum. And then she made me watch it flow out.

I thought that even if our sex had changed, it still wouldn’t have been the same. These sensations wouldn’t have been so intense, hot, and forbidden. I liked my role. When she goes out to meet another black guy in the evening, I sit at home masturbating to her photo on my phone. Sometimes she calls while she’s being fucked. «Can you hear him fucking me, honey?» And I cum from these words.

Now I’m thinking about the future of our marriage. We’re not going to get divorced. On the contrary, we’re closer than before. During the day, we’re a normal couple: cooking dinner, watching movies, cuddling on the couch. But at night, my wife leaves or brings them home. I imagine how this will develop. Maybe we’ll make it open, throw parties where she fucks several black guys, and I watch from the corner jerking off. Our marriage is evolving from monogamy to something wild.

Of course, there are fears. What if she falls in love? What if our neighbors find out? But the excitement outweighs it. Emma says she loves me, that I’m her support, her husband. And they’re just sex, big, black, tireless sex. I believe her. Our marriage is now built on trust, lust, and secrets. And, damn, I can’t wait for the next time when she will come back smelling of them and tell everything again.