My Turn
“I fucking can’t believe it.” I said this to my co-worker/friend five weeks ago while on a smoke break. “Mike wants me to fuck another guy, and he wants to watch. And not just any guy, he has to be hung and black” I poured my heart out in the few minutes we had before having to go back into the office.
You see, Mike and I married 5 years ago and we had a decent sex life. Neither of us were virgins when we married and we are both fairly attractive and in good shape. Mike isn’t overly large in the equipment department but he satisfied me. Mike and I turn 30 this year and the dirty thirty comments were batted about. So when we were goofing on what we wanted to do special for each other, Mike mumbled something and I chided, “Out with it.” I was sure it was a sports car or something else we could never afford. No. It was, he wanted me to put out for some other guy. I was certain it was so he could fuck someone else, but he assured me it wasn’t.
So here I was telling Suzy my friend at work and she just quietly listened to me. Right before we head back in she looks around so no one will hear what she says, though no one is around, “you should talk to Julie, the head of accounting, it is not as unusual as you might think.” Then she just walked back into the building. Well shit what does that mean. I had to wait till the end of the day before I could talk to Suzy about what she meant, because I wasn’t just going to walk up to Julie and ask.
So after work I cornered Suzy, I asked what she meant by asking Julie. I said “She has a hunky black husband, is that it?” Suzy, “Dear, that isn’t her husband.” I corrected myself, “well her boyfriend that she has kids with.” Suzy thought for a moment and then said, “Lori, Bill, the milky white guy you see her with now and again? That is her husband. The hunky black guy, as you put it, is Josh, her boyfriend, lover, baby daddy.” Oh my god.
So I went home to Mike and I was very quiet, we had dinner and we avoided the elephant in the room. We went to bed, no sex and I made sure he knew there wasn’t going to be any. I thought long about what Suzy had said, how was I going to approach a woman I barely knew and talk about this? I called off work and didn’t tell Mike, and I stayed home and did some research online. All my looking led me to websites about cuckolding, black guys with white women, married wives, BBC, and hot wives. The videos and some forum discussions and photos, I was immediately getting damp, I was not into porn but this was different somehow. I was getting very turned on, on the forums there were so many couples at so many different levels. The black men and their bodies and the faces of the white wives as they had sex. I was not damp, I was flowing, I masterbated to so many climaxes. I was exhausted by the time that Mike returned home. I jumped him for the real thing. In the back of my mind I was seeing the black lover taking me and then there was a part of me slightly disappointed in Mike's size and skill set. However Mike was overjoyed and said whatever it was that had my motor going he was all for more. I, however, was a tad letdown with the sex. What happened, I was ok with it just last week.
I kept going back to the websites over the next few weeks and I have to say the more I looked the more I got hooked. I even chatted with a few wives through those sites and asked how and why and explained my reluctance and my feelings about it all. While I was now looking at my own body differently, was I going to turn on a stunning black god to even want to have sex with me? I was assured I was and then several black guys through the sites were reaching out to me and sending me private messages. I was beginning to look at having sex with these men but without Mike. One god sent me a vid of him and a white wife fucking, I would say making love but this was straight up fucking. She was shaking and cumming so hard she was saying things like she was his now, that he owned her. Then a wife sent me a link to a video of a wife explaining the benefits of sex with a well endowed black man, she talked about it matter of factly in a way that I got it. I could see myself with these men. What was happening with my marriage?
I made an effort to go up to accounting and see Julie. I had an excuse to drop off some paperwork from purchasing as a pretext to see her. I knocked on her door and I was nervous as the day I interviewed for the job in the first place. This was dangerous territory as I could get into trouble over this conversation if it did not go well. The owner of our company is a gorgeous black man and powerful with a white woman who is his right hand of god and I am sure that what I was about to do could cost me my job.
Julie told me to come in and I was immediately struck by her beauty and all the photos of her kids around her office. I placed the paperwork on her desk and introduced myself and that I was dropping off for purchasing. Julie said she knew who I was and was glad to meet me personally. I blushed a bit, this beautiful woman in her 40s with what seemed like everything together knew who I was. I looked at her son and ********* photo, with the man I now knew was their ***, I commented. “You have a beautiful ******.” She said, “I appreciate that, I do indeed and I would not want my life any other way.” Bingo I had an opening. “I find that an outstanding statement and if I can be so bold to ask how to do that as my husband and I seem to want the same.”
There was a pregnant pause in the air, I mean the tension was real. Julie just looked at me hard, not mean but judging. “Lori, please close the door.” I went over and shut the door and as soon as it was closed all the way. “What have you heard and what are you toying with?” I was literally shaking, “Julie I may have been misinformed and I apologize if I am out of line, however my husband brought something up and I was at a loss.” “My best friend mentioned that you had that type of relationship and I should ask you for advice on how to make it work.” As I said this I started to point at all the photos in her office. “From the looks of things you have that and after what I have read online, I want that too.”
Julie just sat there for a moment and under her breath, “what is it at this company?” I asked, “What do you mean?” “Oh nothing dear if you do not know you do not need to know.” Now let’s set aside some time when we can have a more personal discussion, does that sound good?” She wrote down her number on the back of her business card and handed it to me. “I have lunch with Josh at The Palms on Saturdays, however I can adjust our time. He and I will eat lunch and if you could arrive about 12: 30, that will allow some time for us to talk and I still get my alone time with Josh.” So if for some reason you can not make it let me know, otherwise I am setting this time aside for you.” I got the impression that this might be my only chance so I jumped at it and said yes.
This was a Thursday and when I got home from work I told Mike we had to have a talk. There was this dead silence. Mike responded, “I knew something was up, we were having sex more frequently and you did not seem to be enjoying it as much.” “Are you having an affair?” Over the next two hours I poured out where my head was and what I had been reading and the websites and everything. EVERYTHING. I told him I was having lunch with Julie and I was going to ask how she made it work to have a lover and to keep her marriage. I looked Mike straight in the eye and I said, “You wanted me to have sex with a hung black man and I am now seeing that I want that as well, and I want it so much that I am not sure where you fit in that scenario anymore.” Mike was stunned. We went to sleep and for the next day and half we didn’t talk.
Saturday arrived and I went to The Palm, a nice upscale restaurant that I had never been to. When I entered at 12:25 and stepped up to the hostess, a stunning black woman. When I say stunning I mean breathtaking. I am not bi, well maybe, but she made me horny as hell. Just then an athletic built black gentleman stepped from behind her and asked if I was Lori and I said yes. He offered his arm and we walked towards the back of the restaurant where there was a private alcove table and chairs. Candles were lit and two place settings. He offered me a chair and as I sat he introduced himself as Thomas and that he would be my server. Julie would be joining soon but she and the owner had some business to take care of. I asked if the owner was Josh and Thomas said, “Yes, do you know him?” “No we had never met but Julie and I worked for the same company.” I was staring at Thomas and I found myself undressing him in my mind. He had chiseled features and I could tell by the slacks that he was, shall we say endowed. I must have blushed and he was polite to ask if I needed anything, water etc to drink. I asked for a white wine, my nerves were on edge, and anything else he could recommend. I was flirting with him and I even surprised myself. He said that he was available to take care of me and he would get the wine. He returned with my glass of wine and as he sat it down I was gazing at him again as Julie walked up. Thomas excused himself and pulled the chair out for her then departed.
Julie said, “oh honey I know that look.” “Thomas is a nice specimen of a man, more a boy, but you could do a lot worse for your first fling, if that is what you are after?” I grabbed the glass of wine and downed half of it. “Whowa girl, let's have a slow conversation. I am sorry if I made you nervous.” “Julie this whole thing has me confused and my hormones are running rampant.” “Really, I couldn’t tell” and then she laughed, and so did I. Ice is now broken. Julie told me to start at the beginning and I did, I told her everything. “So, Lori, as I see it you have two clear choices. One you get a black lover or lovers and your husband is not involved and your marriage does or does not stay intact. Two, your marriage dynamic changes and your husband is involved in some way. Either way you are ending up with a black lover. I must have had a complete dumbfounded look. “Lori, you came at this as a matter of curiosity as to why your husband would want you to have sex with another man.” “Who cares, right now I can tell you want to, and you want it to be a black man.” “So do it.”
“I started out as a receptionist on the top floor, did you know that?” “Jan, who was before your time, took me under her wing because of her I got my accounting degree, and my taste for black men.” She used to be James' right hand woman then.” “I will follow that legacy and help you out. You notice there are two place settings here, one for you the other is not for me.” Julie stood “and here she is.” Just then our boss, Heather (James’s right hand, his companion) walked in. I stammered, I stood up, I almost spilled what was left of my wine.
“Good afternoon ladies.” Then Heather hugged Julie and then turned to shake my hand. I felt like I needed to curtsey or something. “Lori, right?”
“Yes Mam” I fumbled.
“I think we can dispense with the formalities, particularly with our chosen topic of discussion today.”
Oh my god my mind was a blur.
You see, Mike and I married 5 years ago and we had a decent sex life. Neither of us were virgins when we married and we are both fairly attractive and in good shape. Mike isn’t overly large in the equipment department but he satisfied me. Mike and I turn 30 this year and the dirty thirty comments were batted about. So when we were goofing on what we wanted to do special for each other, Mike mumbled something and I chided, “Out with it.” I was sure it was a sports car or something else we could never afford. No. It was, he wanted me to put out for some other guy. I was certain it was so he could fuck someone else, but he assured me it wasn’t.
So here I was telling Suzy my friend at work and she just quietly listened to me. Right before we head back in she looks around so no one will hear what she says, though no one is around, “you should talk to Julie, the head of accounting, it is not as unusual as you might think.” Then she just walked back into the building. Well shit what does that mean. I had to wait till the end of the day before I could talk to Suzy about what she meant, because I wasn’t just going to walk up to Julie and ask.
So after work I cornered Suzy, I asked what she meant by asking Julie. I said “She has a hunky black husband, is that it?” Suzy, “Dear, that isn’t her husband.” I corrected myself, “well her boyfriend that she has kids with.” Suzy thought for a moment and then said, “Lori, Bill, the milky white guy you see her with now and again? That is her husband. The hunky black guy, as you put it, is Josh, her boyfriend, lover, baby daddy.” Oh my god.
So I went home to Mike and I was very quiet, we had dinner and we avoided the elephant in the room. We went to bed, no sex and I made sure he knew there wasn’t going to be any. I thought long about what Suzy had said, how was I going to approach a woman I barely knew and talk about this? I called off work and didn’t tell Mike, and I stayed home and did some research online. All my looking led me to websites about cuckolding, black guys with white women, married wives, BBC, and hot wives. The videos and some forum discussions and photos, I was immediately getting damp, I was not into porn but this was different somehow. I was getting very turned on, on the forums there were so many couples at so many different levels. The black men and their bodies and the faces of the white wives as they had sex. I was not damp, I was flowing, I masterbated to so many climaxes. I was exhausted by the time that Mike returned home. I jumped him for the real thing. In the back of my mind I was seeing the black lover taking me and then there was a part of me slightly disappointed in Mike's size and skill set. However Mike was overjoyed and said whatever it was that had my motor going he was all for more. I, however, was a tad letdown with the sex. What happened, I was ok with it just last week.
I kept going back to the websites over the next few weeks and I have to say the more I looked the more I got hooked. I even chatted with a few wives through those sites and asked how and why and explained my reluctance and my feelings about it all. While I was now looking at my own body differently, was I going to turn on a stunning black god to even want to have sex with me? I was assured I was and then several black guys through the sites were reaching out to me and sending me private messages. I was beginning to look at having sex with these men but without Mike. One god sent me a vid of him and a white wife fucking, I would say making love but this was straight up fucking. She was shaking and cumming so hard she was saying things like she was his now, that he owned her. Then a wife sent me a link to a video of a wife explaining the benefits of sex with a well endowed black man, she talked about it matter of factly in a way that I got it. I could see myself with these men. What was happening with my marriage?
I made an effort to go up to accounting and see Julie. I had an excuse to drop off some paperwork from purchasing as a pretext to see her. I knocked on her door and I was nervous as the day I interviewed for the job in the first place. This was dangerous territory as I could get into trouble over this conversation if it did not go well. The owner of our company is a gorgeous black man and powerful with a white woman who is his right hand of god and I am sure that what I was about to do could cost me my job.
Julie told me to come in and I was immediately struck by her beauty and all the photos of her kids around her office. I placed the paperwork on her desk and introduced myself and that I was dropping off for purchasing. Julie said she knew who I was and was glad to meet me personally. I blushed a bit, this beautiful woman in her 40s with what seemed like everything together knew who I was. I looked at her son and ********* photo, with the man I now knew was their ***, I commented. “You have a beautiful ******.” She said, “I appreciate that, I do indeed and I would not want my life any other way.” Bingo I had an opening. “I find that an outstanding statement and if I can be so bold to ask how to do that as my husband and I seem to want the same.”
There was a pregnant pause in the air, I mean the tension was real. Julie just looked at me hard, not mean but judging. “Lori, please close the door.” I went over and shut the door and as soon as it was closed all the way. “What have you heard and what are you toying with?” I was literally shaking, “Julie I may have been misinformed and I apologize if I am out of line, however my husband brought something up and I was at a loss.” “My best friend mentioned that you had that type of relationship and I should ask you for advice on how to make it work.” As I said this I started to point at all the photos in her office. “From the looks of things you have that and after what I have read online, I want that too.”
Julie just sat there for a moment and under her breath, “what is it at this company?” I asked, “What do you mean?” “Oh nothing dear if you do not know you do not need to know.” Now let’s set aside some time when we can have a more personal discussion, does that sound good?” She wrote down her number on the back of her business card and handed it to me. “I have lunch with Josh at The Palms on Saturdays, however I can adjust our time. He and I will eat lunch and if you could arrive about 12: 30, that will allow some time for us to talk and I still get my alone time with Josh.” So if for some reason you can not make it let me know, otherwise I am setting this time aside for you.” I got the impression that this might be my only chance so I jumped at it and said yes.
This was a Thursday and when I got home from work I told Mike we had to have a talk. There was this dead silence. Mike responded, “I knew something was up, we were having sex more frequently and you did not seem to be enjoying it as much.” “Are you having an affair?” Over the next two hours I poured out where my head was and what I had been reading and the websites and everything. EVERYTHING. I told him I was having lunch with Julie and I was going to ask how she made it work to have a lover and to keep her marriage. I looked Mike straight in the eye and I said, “You wanted me to have sex with a hung black man and I am now seeing that I want that as well, and I want it so much that I am not sure where you fit in that scenario anymore.” Mike was stunned. We went to sleep and for the next day and half we didn’t talk.
Saturday arrived and I went to The Palm, a nice upscale restaurant that I had never been to. When I entered at 12:25 and stepped up to the hostess, a stunning black woman. When I say stunning I mean breathtaking. I am not bi, well maybe, but she made me horny as hell. Just then an athletic built black gentleman stepped from behind her and asked if I was Lori and I said yes. He offered his arm and we walked towards the back of the restaurant where there was a private alcove table and chairs. Candles were lit and two place settings. He offered me a chair and as I sat he introduced himself as Thomas and that he would be my server. Julie would be joining soon but she and the owner had some business to take care of. I asked if the owner was Josh and Thomas said, “Yes, do you know him?” “No we had never met but Julie and I worked for the same company.” I was staring at Thomas and I found myself undressing him in my mind. He had chiseled features and I could tell by the slacks that he was, shall we say endowed. I must have blushed and he was polite to ask if I needed anything, water etc to drink. I asked for a white wine, my nerves were on edge, and anything else he could recommend. I was flirting with him and I even surprised myself. He said that he was available to take care of me and he would get the wine. He returned with my glass of wine and as he sat it down I was gazing at him again as Julie walked up. Thomas excused himself and pulled the chair out for her then departed.
Julie said, “oh honey I know that look.” “Thomas is a nice specimen of a man, more a boy, but you could do a lot worse for your first fling, if that is what you are after?” I grabbed the glass of wine and downed half of it. “Whowa girl, let's have a slow conversation. I am sorry if I made you nervous.” “Julie this whole thing has me confused and my hormones are running rampant.” “Really, I couldn’t tell” and then she laughed, and so did I. Ice is now broken. Julie told me to start at the beginning and I did, I told her everything. “So, Lori, as I see it you have two clear choices. One you get a black lover or lovers and your husband is not involved and your marriage does or does not stay intact. Two, your marriage dynamic changes and your husband is involved in some way. Either way you are ending up with a black lover. I must have had a complete dumbfounded look. “Lori, you came at this as a matter of curiosity as to why your husband would want you to have sex with another man.” “Who cares, right now I can tell you want to, and you want it to be a black man.” “So do it.”
“I started out as a receptionist on the top floor, did you know that?” “Jan, who was before your time, took me under her wing because of her I got my accounting degree, and my taste for black men.” She used to be James' right hand woman then.” “I will follow that legacy and help you out. You notice there are two place settings here, one for you the other is not for me.” Julie stood “and here she is.” Just then our boss, Heather (James’s right hand, his companion) walked in. I stammered, I stood up, I almost spilled what was left of my wine.
“Good afternoon ladies.” Then Heather hugged Julie and then turned to shake my hand. I felt like I needed to curtsey or something. “Lori, right?”
“Yes Mam” I fumbled.
“I think we can dispense with the formalities, particularly with our chosen topic of discussion today.”
Oh my god my mind was a blur.
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