My Cuckold Life

The conversation we had was beyond my wildest expectations. Sue must have been nurturing the idea of sampling another man because it seemed far too easy for her to jump to that being our solution. I should be angry, or defensive, or at the very least, sad. But no, I felt none of those emotions. I was a bit excited.

So, together we researched cuckolding. Sue was far more adept at finding resources for our quest than I was, making me feel inadequate once again but for different reasons. Not only is my wife better looking than me, funnier, more self-confident, and intelligent, but she’s also kinkier than me. Who knew that was possible?

Sue would spend her free time reading articles and stories about cuckolding and eventually narrowed her searches down to those dealing with big black dominant men fucking the wives of impotent, sissy, white husbands like me. It was disturbing to see how turned on she was by the mere thought of fucking a black man while keeping me pussy free. I was starting to worry and brought my concerns to my lovely wife.

“Um, Sue? Listen, I know this is all very exciting but I’m wondering if you aren’t focusing on just one side of the cuckolding scene? I mean, it doesn’t all have to be about black men with huge cocks does it?”

She looked up from the story she was reading and said, “Wow Petey, I’m surprised. I mean all the stories, videos, and blogs I’m looking at are yours. You bookmarked or downloaded every one of them. This is your fantasy after all. I’m just catching up with your already extensive research. You laid the groundwork for us, so I’m now getting my balance now.”

“Ok, I get that, but we’re just looking to play right? I mean you know how much I love you, and I hope you feel the same way about me.” I said with fear in my voice.

Sue glanced at me over her laptop screen and said, “Oh sweetie, I love you so much. You know I do. You’re the only man for me in so many ways, but we both know some one-sided deficiencies in the bedroom simply can’t be fixed. It’s such a little thing. Oh! Haha, that’s not what I meant, but it does relate to the overall problem. You’re my darling husband and I love you very much, but I need more in bed, no, I deserve more in bed. Don’t I?”

I cleared my throat and said, “Yes dear, of course. So long as we never lose our love for each other in all of this, that’s all I care about.”

Sue grinned at me but in a distracted way as she turned back to her computer letting me know the conversation was over. That was the start of a long and embarrassing road for me as Sue continually showed me pictures of well-hung black men, asking my opinion of how great a bull each would make.

I tried to deflect as much as possible, hoping she would eventually tire of the chase, and we could get back to normal. Then she found Albert. Nothing I said would dissuade her from wanting to meet with him. He looked like an actor or model with a perfect body and ruggedly handsome face. She found him on a site called Darkmeat. I know, subtle right? It was a site dedicated to connecting black men with curious white couples and Albert’s profile read like the resume for a corporate VP from a top ten highest-grossing company. He owned several businesses, traveled extensively, dined in the finest restaurants, and drove the best cars. Christ, I wanted to date him.

Sue and Albert chatted online for a few weeks. I could hear her laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl during their Zoom sessions and I became more nervous by the day. Finally, she agreed to meet him for drinks at a local high-end nightclub, and from the jump, the night was a disaster. For me anyway. Sue looked amazing as we got out of the car and turned the keys over to the valet. She wore a form-fitting black dress that was cut so short, I was afraid if she bent over her butt cheeks would be exposed. Her cleavage was enough to start a riot, with her perfect breasts wobbling seductively with every step she took. She looked like a goddess. And me? I just looked like me.

Which is why the doorman refused to let me in. He enthusiastically parted the crowd for Sue to walk through the door but stopped me with a large black hand on my chest. Sue never even looked back, just walked into the club thinking I was right behind her. I argued with the bouncer for a couple of minutes till he threatened to beat my ass. After that, I slinked away behind the velvet rope and waited for my wife to realize I wasn’t with her.

It took 45 minutes. I kid you not. 45 minutes of me standing outside the club listening to the music thumping inside. Then my wife emerged laughing on the arm of a huge, muscular, black man who wore a confident grin on his face. “Oh my god Petey! I thought you were right behind me. Thank goodness I found Albert. After we had a drink together, he said he’d be happy to talk to the bouncer about letting you in.” My loving wife told me.

I stared incredulously and said, “You had a drink first? What the hell Sue?”

Albert looked down from his six-foot-six height and said, “Easy little guy, Suzie was just being polite. Now let’s all go inside and have a drink.”

Albert glanced at the bouncer who looked at me and laughed. He then nodded toward the door and the two big black men shared a look that made me nervous before Albert ushered us inside.

My wife and the attractive, gregarious, charming, black man talked all night. She was shamelessly flirting the entire time, touching his arm and commenting on his muscular physique. It was troubling to watch. And watching was all I did. They practically ignored me. The two of them sat on one side of the booth and I was alone on the other side. I couldn’t hear a word they said so I was alone all night. Oh, and they danced. Fucking hell, did they ever dance.

I have always hated dancing as I have zero rhythm to speak of, but Sue has outstanding moves. And so does Albert. They looked amazing together on the dance floor, making me more nervous than ever. The way my wife was grinding her ass into his crotch was so fucking hot it made my little dick stand up straight. I was both turned on and humiliated at the same time.

After their third time out on the floor, the sweaty couple returned to the table laughing and gasping for air. They downed the drinks I’d bought without so much as a thank you, and then Sue said, “I think it’s time to go home.”

Finally! I thought. I immediately stood up and started to say goodbye to Albert when the big man got out of the booth and with his arm around my wife, walked toward the front door of the club. I followed along flustered and panicking that they’d forget me again.

Outside Sue looked at me and said, “Albert doesn’t know the way to our house so I’ll ride with him, and you can follow, ok Petey?”

I started to protest when Albert said, “Sounds great, see ya there Petey boy.” Then turned my wife in his arms and walked her down the street away from the club.

I hurried to the valet station and was forced to wait an irritatingly long time before my car finally arrived. I drove home at a manic pace worrying the entire time about my wife and what she was up to alone with that charming black man. My fear was unfortunately justified.