Sheryl is my second wife, while I am her first. My first wife never concurred with my lifestyle choice, regardless of my attempts at persuading her to see things my way. She was so conservative she would give the Pope a run for his money; even having sex with her was an excruciating chore. She would lie on the bed like a block of wood and allow me to do whatever I wanted to her, after which she would roll on her side and fall asleep.
We argued often, and it always revolved around the same range of topics. Inevitably, we concluded that we had nothing in common and decided to go our separate ways after nearly two years of trying. I have no idea where she currently is, as she refuses to correspond with me; I can only feel sorry for the bloke who wishes to make a good wife out of her.
Everything fell into place the instant I hooked up with Sheryl. She was coming off a bad relationship before we hooked up. Little time passed before I realised she shared similar erotic peccadilloes as I do. I loved engaging in sex with various women, and she did the same with other men, which was something her previous boyfriend couldn’t accept. It was only natural we would fall in love and decide to carry about our swinging partnership together.
We began as swingers, indulging in various swingers’ vacations to the Caribbean and elsewhere across the States. The partying soon wore us down as we found out most couples weren’t as enthusiastic as we were about hooking up. At one venue, I got to watch Sheryl get fucked by a chiseled black man. Sheryl exclaimed later that he gave her an incredible orgasm; I could tell she wanted to have another go with him in private so as not to share him with other wives milling about.
I searched the man out of the crowd of swinging gentlemen and invited him to our hotel suite, where we were enjoying our fifth-year anniversary. I expected him to show up with his date; he came alone with his thick black schlong dangling between his legs. I was mesmerised when he unveiled it from his jeans; Sheryl laughed when she saw amazement in my eyes and knew I wanted nothing but to see them together.
They fucked intensely as I watched, jerking off. He came on her tits and I licked it up. Then he made me suck his cock.
The black man forcefully had sex with Sheryl while the narrator masturbated, eventually licking the man’s semen off Sheryl’s breasts. The man then made the narrator suck his penis.
They woke no time going at each other. I sat farther from the bed, stroking my cock, watching the black man fuck Sheryl like a whore. I kept jerking my cock, unaware I had shot my load. The man sprayed semen on Sheryl’s tits, and I ran over and licked every drop. The black man then dragged me over and aimed his prick at my face, and I opened my mouth and sucked his cock without thinking.
They wasted no time going at each other. The black man fucked Sheryl like a whore. I kept jerking off, watching the action, and eventually licked the semen off her tits. The black man then dragged me over and I sucked his cock.
They fucked intensely as I watched and masturbated. The man ejaculated on Sheryl’s breasts, which I licked clean. He then forced me to orally pleasure him.
They wasted no time going at each other. He fucked her like a whore, and I kept jerking my cock to their action. The man sprayed semen on her tits, and I licked every drop. Then he dragged me over and aimed his prick at my face, and I opened my mouth and sucked his cock without thinking.
That was the night Sheryl and I became a cuckold couple. We ditched the idea of continuing our swinging lifestyle in place for another that is far more rewarding than anything we could have wished.
We returned home and promptly began learning more about the cuckold way of life. We corresponded with couples already practicing the lifestyle and learned to incorporate their knowledge into our activities. We got ourselves tattoos that signified what we were about.
Then I began searching through various cuckold forums and social media sites where I could hook up with suitable men to train and domesticate us into the lifestyle. We wanted to interact with black men who wouldn’t mind letting me clean their cocks after they concluded fucking my wife.
I wanted to let them know ahead of time what I wanted, mainly to let them know that it wasn’t merely about sex; Sheryl and I desired to become a submissive couple.
We wanted to serve and worship black men and wanted men who knew what to do with willing couples like us.
Such men aren’t always easy to find, especially online. We encountered numerous strays and false promises before eventually finding someone who seemed to know what he was about.
His name was Donald, and he was an ex-serviceman turned bodybuilder. His stature was as formidable as was his cock when he texted me a photo. His cock was huge, and he told me he wasn’t into wearing condoms when it came to fucking. He assured me he was clean and provided documentation to prove it; Sheryl thought about it and decided to give him a try.
Our fateful meeting happened at a resort hotel. We scheduled to be there for the weekend; our kids were spending time with my sister and her kids. Donald arrived at the appropriate time. We had dinner together before heading upstairs, where the night’s fun began earnestly.
Donald demanded that I occupy a chair by the corner after I’d undressed down to my pair of briefs and told me not to dare make a noise. He then focused his unbridled attention on Sheryl. Sheryl allowed him to strip her naked, and then she focused her attention on getting his cock hard in her mouth. She sucked him for a lengthy time, after which Donald approached where I sat and allowed me to suck his cock, too. I got some good licks before he returned to the bed and got busy ripping Sheryl apart.
Donald was part of a long line of lovers we have had since. Other black men we encountered have been as aggressive and demanding with each session we enjoyed. I even found one who inevitably deflowered me in Sheryl’s presence. Yes, I got my cherry popped. It did hurt, but after the hurt came the most satisfying pleasure imaginable.
We have been lucky to have avoided being found out by our children. It’s tough trying to hide our social life from them, and often, they have come close to discovering some slip-ups, but thankfully, they are too little to know anything. However, it’s only a matter of time before they do. Hopefully, we’ll know how to combat things when the time comes. Until then, we love to play together and the fun is unlike anything else.