When secret desires come true

We’ve been married for ten years. My marriage to Emily began quite classically. It was filled with passionate nights, shared dreams, and a house in a quiet suburb. I had a successful job. I didn’t particularly stand out. But Emily had always been a beautiful, slender brunette. But over time, routine became our undoing.

Like many couples, sex became predictable. We both felt something was missing, but couldn’t figure out what it was. We always stuck together, talked and trusted each other.

One evening, my wife confessed to me that she’d dreamed of a dark-skinned man. It was so powerful and completely different. We drank wine and discussed this hot topic. And instead of jealousy, arousal flared within me. I imagined my wife in the arms of a black stranger.

It was quite unusual, exciting, something we’d never experienced before. Emily described her impressions in detail. Her face burned as she described how he penetrated her deeply, and how her body trembled with orgasm.

We were so inspired by this story that our night was truly hot. Then we started watching interracial porn where black men fucked white wives. It was a damn turn-on.

I fantasized about my wife moaning under a black bull, and I watched feeling a mixture of humiliation and ecstasy. It was cuckolding, but with a racial tinge stereotypes about big black cocks were making us dizzy.

I realized it wasn’t just my wife’s body that aroused me, but also the idea of her receiving pleasure I couldn’t give. My wife and I had been discussing this for months. We were both nervous and aroused at the same time.

She hesitated, but curiosity got the better of us. So we signed up for a swingers website. The first time with a bbc happened at a hotel. His name was Nick. I sat in a chair, my heart pounding. I didn’t know if I would get an erection and was apprehensive. Emily was wearing white lace lingerie. My wife looked so hot!

Nick kissed her neck and lips, his hands sliding down her thighs. She sighed as he pulled down her panties. His cock was a thick, naked shaft with large balls. Emily knelt down, took it in her mouth, and began sucking with interest studying its enormous size. Then she sucked greedily, drool dripping down her chin. Nick moaned holding her hair.

I watched. And then I couldn’t resist and started masturbating. When he entered my wife stretching her pussy, she screamed with pleasure. He fucked her roughly in various positions: from behind, on her side, missionary. Her tits shook, her pussy squelched.

She moaned and moaned. Nick came on her stomach in thick streams of sperm. My wife was beautiful! Beautiful and satisfied. I walked up and kissed her. I could taste another man on her lips. Then I entered her. Her pussy was slippery and stretched.

From then on, it became our secret pastime. It added that fire to our lives that we’d been missing. Emily felt desired and sexy all the time. She cums every time, time after time, her body convulsing, and her moans echoing throw the room.

Guys were different, but the sensations were new and hot. Now we want to try something new, maybe a couple of black bbcs fucking my wife. So we realized that monogamy isn’t for everyone. I allow my wife this giving her freedom and myself an adrenaline rush.