My Wife Loves Black Men – Confession

My wife loves Black men. 

You won’t ever hear her admit to such, but I know deep down in her heart she does.  She pretty much likes seeing everything on TV that has to do with Black men – whether it be sports (she loves LeBron like crazy!), or movies (she saw the Black Panther movie five times and won’t stop cheering for the lead actor even to this day!), and she’s so in love with Barack Obama.  She follows his Twitter and Instagram account.  A smile always lights her face whenever he tweets something, and she’s always quick to press the like button.  She loves black women too, but not as much as the men.

I have attempted many times to turn this to my advantage to see about getting her to cuck me.  I’m very certain that one of these days my efforts will definitely pay off . . . except I have no idea when or how. 

Just when I feel like I’ve gotten ahead in the game, she does something peculiar that takes my hopes back to square one.  A couple of days ago we were having a bit of role-playing fun in bed.  The kids were long asleep.  We were acting out a scenario out of the movie ‘The Pelican Brief’ which starred Julia Roberts and Denzel Washington (need I say one of her favourite actors), except ours was a more erotic version.  I pretended to be a cross-examining lawyer coaxing her for some sex, letting her know I’ve got something big and black in my pants that I couldn’t wait to insert into her.  She was all game about it . . . and I did get to insert myself into her.  But the further I got into my Denzel character, suddenly she turned off and told me to stop and just go ahead and make love to her instead.

There have been times when we’d gone out on picnic trips in previous summer and across the field would be a group of energetic black men playing football or shooting hoops.  My wife would lose concentration from whatever it was I’d be saying to her and keep cutting glances at the black studs playing their game.  I have seen a couple of black men catch her wavering eye and even cut glances at her.  My wife is nubile for her age, even after giving birth to two kids.  Her tits are small but perky.  Her hips haven’t gone down, not since she gave birth to our daughter three years ago.  And yes, her ass is genuinely firm.  Good enough to grasp and spank.  I like to think of her as my favourite porn star.  I just can’t think that I’m not enough to satisfy her.

If you must ask, I do love watching porn.  My specialty involves anything to do with interracial hard-core action.  I love watching muscular black men fucking the shit out of white women: snow-bunnies or mature Milfs and Cougars, I don’t care.  I just love the sight of their thick black cocks stretching the women’s cunts, mouths and anus like they just don’t care.  My wife loves them too, though she’d pretend not to get any pleasure out of them.  Yes, I’ve caught her squeezing her thighs together whenever we found time to watch one in bed on my laptop computer. 

Sometimes I think that maybe I’m crazy for wanting my wife to go ahead with this, for wanting her to actually end up sleeping with a black man/men.  If I am crazy, then do tell me.  You’ve no idea the number of nights I see my wife making love to some dark stranger.  One vivid dream that often reoccurs is me coming home from work to catch her making love to our next-door neighbour who so happens to me a marine staff-sergeant.  He’s black and in his forties.  My wife has often speculated about him.  His wife is deceased, and he does often bring women to his place . . . I can’t help but imagine someday my wife would be one of those women.  Either that or she would invite him over for drinks then end up fucking him in our bedroom.

The dream stays with me long after I’m awake and getting ready for work.  Even while I’m at work, the mere thought that my wife might be home getting fucked by our black neighbour rings so true in my head that I almost confronted her about it once.  That one time I called her to let her know I would be late returning home.  Her phone rang but she didn’t answer.  I chewed on my nails as I rushed towards home.  It turns out she was in the shower at the time.

I have thought about taking her to a nightclub and getting her drunk and hopping that some black man would approach her for a dance.  Believe me, there have been times when I’d been so, so close to achieving that.  But my wife isn’t much of a drinker.  Sometimes I swear she could read my mind and know that I’m planning something devious on her.

The thought of her fucking a group of black men gets me hard most times.  In my morning showers once the thought hits me, I cannot stop myself from jerking hard to it.  Conjuring up images of one man after the other fucking her hard and then spurting cum inside her vagina . . . and then dragging me over and ordering me to lick her pussy clean (which I of course would do without me being forced) makes me cum so hard.

It’s tough going, but I haven’t given up on it.  Like I said, I know it’s only a matter of time before she folds.  I just need to say the right words, or maybe we could find ourselves in the right sort of company and something inside her might get her to loosen up.  I’m still counting on my black neighbour though.  We’re inviting him over for supper this weekend.  Hopefully by then I’ll have some new titbits to share.

Stay tuned.