About

I am a happily married white female and after persistent  encouragement from my mature white husband, I've started cuckolding him with a black man.

  To wind it back to where it all started was about a year ago. My husband found one of my old phones from my university days in a box full of my junk I'd yet to clean out after moving in with him.

  He managed to charge it up and gained access. I unfortunately used the same 4 digit pin as my present phone because I'm dumb! In my old phone he found some rather compromising pictures of me with an old boyfriend I used to hook up with from Queens who is black. I thought I'd erased them. My old boyfriend was quite the shutter bug and liked taking promiscuous photos of me right before banging me.

Although I was embarrassed.  It was just memories of a past relationship and nothing to be ashamed of in any way. What I'd dreaded was my husband's potential reaction. That jealous and pointless conversation that some couples have about past lovers. My husband that is 15yrs my senior (mid 40's) always had a bit of  anxiety or fixation about pleasing me in the bedroom.

  It was like a switch had been flicked in my husband's brain. He became fixated and almost obsessed with the concept of me sleeping with another man, more specifically a black man. He explained the concept of cuckolding to me, that I wasn't aware was a thing. I'd heard of swinging and polyamory. My husband practically begged me to have an affair and was willing to abstain from sex with me until I did... Yeah! WOW!

  So... I did! =D. I met and friended a  handsome black body builder at the gym I frequent. The guy always seemed to hover around me and assist me with the machines as if he worked there. His beautiful smile and calm casual flirtation wasn't lost on me. He said he adored gingers, redheads and I was the most beautiful one he'd ever seen. He had an obvious crush on me and it was then I knew that I'd found my "Bull".

 He was a gentleman though. I'd often catch him staring at my hands almost disappointingly. My wedding ring more specifically. He never asked about my husband or our relationship, situation in short. If I was going to go though with sleeping with him I had to make the first move.

So I arranged to meet him for brunch one Saturday afternoon after our workout. Little did he know I'd booked a hotel room only a few miles away in anticipation of something much more than brunch. Over brunch (and I may go to hell for this) I told him a white lie that my husband had an affair and that I was looking for revenge. It just seemed to make more sense than trying to explain my husband's cuckold fantasy.

As our brunch concluded and he offered to pay for the most expensive eggs benedict I'd ever had. I tossed one of the magnetic room keys on the table and said "Maybe it's time to prove to me I am the most beautiful ginger you've ever seen!". He was speechless and shocked at first and then came that beautiful smile. As we left the restaurant he followed me quietly and not half a step behind me down the street to the hotel. I could feel his big strong hand go from my shoulder to the small of my back as he maintained body contact with me.

I haven't been with another man other than my husband for several years and I soon realized why even honest monogamous happily married people find themselves cheating... It's so damn exciting!.  

Within minutes of entering our room. It became clear he was done being a hands off gentleman . He pulled my yoga pants and lace panties off my ass with an aggressive swoop and playfully pushed me face down on the bed. I could feel his warm wet lips gently kiss my ass and it felt soooo good!

Then he rolled me over on my back and started to strip away his cloths. I wasn't prepared for just how strong and muscular he really was. I just laid there naked from the waist down as he dragged me to the edge of the bed while holding my ankles high and wide. He slowly introduced the huge girth and length of his manhood gently at first but soon became more and more aggressive. I wasn't prepared for the sheer power and brawn he possesses. I'd heard of sex like this but I'd never experienced it. He made love to me 3 times with each romp more satisfying than the last until he had to leave. He was simply incredible!

A few days later then I confessed to my husband that I'd followed though with his fantasy (well our fantasy now) I did feel awkward and guilty. I though some sort of moral epiphany  would set in and we'd just wallow in shame for a while and try to forget it all, but NOPE!

I found myself  praised and worshipped, elevated  to some sort of goddess status in my husbands eyes. He buys me beautiful jewelry for me to wear like some sort of reward or metals for essentially dishonoring him.   My husband had become way too obsessed with the whole cuckold experience to be a one and done experience as I'd once assumed it would be.

I've been sleeping with my black gym buddy (Bull) at least once a month for nearly a year now. It's become a very hot but rather twisted sexual dynamic to my marriage. I post a little black heart on my husband's daily planner so he knows when I've got one of my play dates planned. My husband likes to make love to me as soon as I stagger home from one of my dates. He won't even let me shower first. He's been known to steal my panties from the dirty laundry as well!  I never thought there could be so much love and passion between my husband and I. After having what is essentially an exciting and incredible on going love affair no less...

The nagging question in my mind is where do we go from here and when will it end. I'm almost 30 and the clock is ticking. My husband and I had planned on having kids eventually, but where will that fit in with our new lifestyle?.. Will my handsome black bull get tired of this love triangle and leave me? The thought makes me want to cry! =( . Will my husband want to introduce me to more black men? I'm shocked my husband hasn't asked to watch yet.

I guess I just enjoy this erotic fairy-tale relationship while it lasts!

Candice <3