The watcher`s story

I`m 40 years old man. My wife Anna and I led an ordinary, quiet life. Anna is a beautiful woman with soft features and shining eyes. I have always been proud of her beauty. We have been married for 15 years. We are an ordinary family, but all this time I have had a fantasy about a cuckold.

I have always loved to watch my wife. When I was young, I discovered this in myself. I loved to watch, not to participate. So I would like to watch my wife at the moment of her orgasm. I especially loved to watch how she masturbated her pussy and brought herself to orgasm.

Then we found something special. And that was sex with black men. It completely turned our marriage upside down. It all started a few years ago, when Ann, after a glass of wine on our anniversary, admitted that she sometimes fantasized about other men. I felt great curiosity, not jealousy.

Then we had a long discussion about our desires, boundaries and rules. Anna was open to experiments, but only with his consent and in his presence. So our game began.

We found our first partner through a closed community where people with similar interests shared their fantasies. His name was Michael, a tall black man. The meeting took place in our house. I was sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom.

Anna put on a light silk dress. She looked both nervous and excited. Michael was polite, but his eyes were full of desire. I watched as my wife slowly approached Michael. He pulled her dress off. I saw how my wife’s breathing became heavy. It was exciting. My heart beat faster, and my mind balanced between delight and a slight feeling of vulnerability.

I watched as Michael took out his cock and told my wife to suck it. Anna obediently opened her mouth. The black cock moved back and forth in my wife’s mouth. Then she grew bolder and dove onto his cock herself, swallowing it deeply. Michael helped her by holding her head.

Then Michael took my wife’s hand and led her to the bed. Anna lay down and spread her legs. Then Michael climbed on top of her and inserted the head of his cock into her pussy. His cock was big and black and hard. His head was already glistening with my wife’s juices.

Do you want me to put my black cock in your pussy, Anna? – asked Michael.

Yes, I want your black cock in my pussy. – Anna whispered.

He inserted his bbc into my wife’s pussy with force. She sighed sharply in surprise. Michael began to fuck my wife. He literally hammered his black cock into her pussy. His hands were strong. He hung over her for a long time and fucked.

I don’t know how long he fucked her, but then he came inside my wife. He poured his sperm into Anna’s pussy. Then he lay on her while his cock was still inside her. He sucked her nipples, bit them. Anna moaned.

And then Michael started moving again. He was hard again and he continued to fuck my wife, sucking on her nipples. Now he moved slowly, and with one hand he stroked her clit. Soon Anna came with a loud moan. After that, he turned Anna over and entered her from behind. Her ass shook from his movements. And he poured his sperm into my wife again.

Each such meeting became a ritual for us. We discussed everything in advance: who to invite, where and when. We chose men who respected our rules. For me, this was not just an observation, it was a way to see Anna in a new light, as a woman who was in complete control of her sexuality. Her confidence, her pleasure, her ability to give and receive – all this fascinated me.

One day, after another meeting, Anna was lying next to me. She turned to me and asked: “Are you happy?” I answered: “Yes, because you are happy.” In that moment, I realized that our connection was not just physical, but also in our ability to be honest with each other, in our trust, and in our courage to explore the boundaries of our marriage.