I am the cuckold husband of a gorgeous Korean wife, this is how my story goes:
(If you don't like cuckold stories, this is your cue to leave)
My desire to see my first wife fucked by the type of black man you find attractive is what consumed my first marriage. Fulfilling every naughty fantasy I ever had, watching her enjoy the best sex she ever had, eventually caused her to leave and move in with her dominant lover; who used her as a willing sex slave.
She was a beautiful Korean girl, that was a waitress at a coffee shop I used to frequent. The type that is so attractive, everyone who has any sort of self-esteem issues doesn't want to ask her out - for fear of being rejected. I overcame that fear and found that she had very low self-esteem herself, and struggled to be accepted by men.
Since she hadn't been treated well by the men in her life, all the compliments she heard from customers on a day to day basis seemed like empty words to her. She would smile and thank them, but not believe that they found her attractive and friendly. Adopted, she was raised by a white family and had only dated white men her entire life.
The first time we had sex she manipulated me into "overpowering her and forcing her." She kept saying that she wanted me to be more forceful, to hold her down by her wrists. She wanted me to hold her by her ankles, spread her legs wide and "Fuck me as hard as you can! Make me your whore, I want you to pinch my nipples and slap my face while you are fucking me HARD, Do it hard, daddy!"
She was so wet she was almost dripping. It didn't take a genius to know she liked men to take charge, to be aggressive, to use her for their pleasure. This quickly grew into my overwhelming desire to watch a BIG, strong, aggressive black man fulfill her desire to be dominated, and for her to tell him how good his thick black dick felt inside of her, and how much better he is than me. To see her on her knees, with her long black hair playing across her shoulder, down her back, over her breasts, and into her lap; as she wrapped her thin lips around his cock and sucked his dick, stretching her little mouth wider than I thought possible, to accommodate his thick cock head. That would quickly turn into him holding her head and using her mouth like a tight pussy, calling her his little Asian whore as he pummeled her mouth and trigger her gag reflex. Pulling out and spraying his cum all over her pretty face and hair, down her neck, and on her pert breasts with her little brown nipples, which he took between his thumb and forefinger and pulled, twisted until she screamed.
My fantasy, which became a reality after a couple of months, was to watch a BIG black man fuck her and see her squirming in pleasure and giving herself to him. The reality was, that all that happened, was then she used her panties to wipe the cum off his balls and the length of his dick, then threw the panties at me, hitting me in the chest with them. Sitting there stroking my little dick, startled me out of the fantasy playing out before me and the thoughts going through my head. "Put your wife's panties on, pick up all your clothes and you two get the fuck out of my house! NOW!" Shaking, I pulled her panties on, gathered all of our clothes, her purse, coat, heels, my clothes, and boots and he pushed us onto his front porch and slammed the door.
That's how we ended up standing on that porch in the morning sun, me in her panties and her completely naked. He lived in a black neighborhood and all the neighbors that were outside looked in our direction. A couple of guys next door burst out laughing, as they were working on a car. "Looks like Joe found a couple more of those Black Lives Matter supporters!"
They both continued to laugh, then said we should come over and get dressed in their garage before some of the other neighbors call the cops. With no other options, we scrambled off the porch and ran next door and into the garage. They walked in behind us and closed the door. "Drop your shit on the couch and come in the back room. We hesitated for a second, then looked at the men. Seeing the look in their eyes, we knew it wasn't a suggestion - it was an order.