The story of a cuckold

We lived in a small town. We were in our early thirties, and our marriage seemed perfect: a cozy home, plans for the future, mutual friends. But behind this facade of harmony there was an emptiness that became more noticeable with each passing year.

I was busy with my career at a local construction company, staying late at work often and leaving my wife Anna alone. She worked as a literature teacher, loved to read novels. I understand now that she was looking for there what she lacked in real life.

Anna was a noticeable and beautiful woman. Tall, with long brown hair and expressive green eyes. She radiated attractive energy. All her colleagues and students adored her. But at home there are only silence and rare conversations awaited her. I didn`t realize myself that I was increasingly looking at my phone, but not at my wife.

One day, a new basketball coach came to our town. Michael was twenty-five years old black guy. He was very confident, strong, he attracted people. And especially women. All the housewives tired of loneliness began to attend the local basketball team’s training.

My wife told me she met him at such a training. I understand that his athletic body collected admiring glances from all the women. They probably just squealed with pleasure, and their pussies were moistened.

Many women dreamed about him. But he had to pay attention to my wife. They attracted each other. My wife lacked male attention, and he wanted to fuck white chicks, and preferably with the one who looked the sexiest of all.

At first, their communication was innocent. They discussed training, and he came to have lunch in their dining room and they began to cross paths there more and more often. Coffee in the dining room was replaced by walks after work, and walks – long conversations in Michael’s car.

He saw a beautiful woman in her, and she liked it. She began to get from him what I hadn`t given her for a very long time. That’s how this passion started between them. One evening, when I was late at work again, Anna agreed to come to Michael’s house. I think there was some stupid excuse for it. But she knew what she was getting into.

They were sitting on the couch, and his hand lay on her knee. Anna froze, but didn`t pull away. She dreamed of someone touching her body again. They kissed, slowly at first, then passionately and for a long time. I know she couldn`t restrain herself, and he fucked her with all his confidence.

He just took my wife. She forgot about everything. I understand now that he gave her what I could not give her. Passion, strength, confidence. His black cock penetrated my wife and it changed our marriage. This sex was different from what we had.

I saw the changes in her, but I couldn`t define them. This went on for several months. They were dating all this time. He fucked my wife in his car, in his apartment, in the sports locker room after a workout.

I noticed, but it was too late. She wasn’t going to stop it. She liked being fucked by a black guy. And she told me about their meetings half a year later. I was faced with a fait accompli. I didn’t even know what to say. My wife had cuckolded me in our marriage and wasn’t going to stop. I had to accept it as it was. I understand that I`m to blame for what happened.