I masturbate compulsively and my wife knows it and knows why. I am obsessed with the thoughts of her being fucked by a big black cock. I don't know why I feel this way and can't remember exactly when it started, but there it is.
I want her to cuckold me by fucking black men. As many as she wants and I want to watch. I have to watch her being filled with black cock and all the scum they can ejaculate into her.
I need to see her hairy vagina slimy with their seed.
I am sick and we both know it.
It's bad enough that she knows my fantasy, but it's even worse that it came true and I helped make it happen.
My wife Donna wanted to have a baby. She stopped taking the pill and would try to get me to fuck her as much as possible.
The problem is that I was constantly beating off, so when I did fuck her, there wasn't much semen coming out. Initially, I was having trouble getting it up, but since she knew what sickness turned me on, she would talk about black men all the time. She would see them on TV and comment how hot they were and would wonder aloud about the size of their cocks.
This would get me aroused and she knew it. We'd get in bed and she would continue to taunt me about big black cocks and how I had better hurry up and get her pregnant before some big black cock did.
Well, I would get so excited that I would cum almost instantly which ended up just frustrating her sexually. She would get out of bed and look for what little cum I had deposited in her and several times even commented that she needed to be fucked. On at least three occasions I know she slipped off into the guest room to masturbate herself to orgasm after my unsatisfactory effort. I listened outside the closed door and heard her moans as she brought herself off.
Over time, this became the norm and I believe she was becoming more and more interested in really fucking someone black. The issue of her becoming pregnant by a black man became an every day part of our twisted fantasy non -- sex life. Eventually, she stopped fucking me entirely and we would just mutually masturbate while verbalizing what we apparently both wanted to happen.
Then it did.
A guy I served in the military with ended up having business in our town. Kenny is older than us, in his late 40's and we are in our early 30's, but is very fit for his age. Donna and I had attended his 3rd wedding a few years ago, to yet another white woman. At the ceremony his bride remarked that, "She loved him so big." Everyone laughed, but that Freudian slip only served to remind everyone that this black man had a big cock and she loved every inch of it. Donna even asked afterwards if her comment was what she thought it meant. I told her that indeed it was -- that Kenny had a really big one. She let it drop at that, but I knew she always looked at him differently after that.
Anyway, Kenny told me he was coming to town and I suggested that he stay with us. Yup. You got it. I was thinking of the fantasy -- get a black man into the house and close so my wife Donna would fuck him in front of me.
He was hesitant and tried to say no thanks, but I would have none of it. I insisted and even told him Donna would love to see him and I think that convinced him. Kenny, divorced yet again couldn't resist white women and they apparently couldn't resist him either.
So I told Donna that Kenny would be coming to stay for a couple of days. She didn't say anything and was oddly quiet. That night in bed I finally asked her why she was so quiet.
She told me that she knew I was setting her up to fuck Kenny and while we both enjoyed the fantasy of her getting laid by a black man, that the reality of the possibility was something completely different. She wasn't sure she could do it and also was really NOT taking any birth control.
We had a long discussion about the real possibility of this happening and the real possibility of her ending up pregnant with his black baby.
Her biological clock was ticking big time and in the last couple of years I hadn't succeeded in knocking her up. Her frustration at not being pregnant was real so I told her that if she did fuck him and got pregnant, she would have the baby and we would raise it together.
Her long stare into nowhere reflected how deeply she was thinking about it. We didn't have our masturbation session again before Kenny was to arrive and Donna was distant and quiet the whole time.
Finally, it was the night Kenny arrived. It was good to see him and Donna, dressed in tight slacks and a loose blouse with no bra was positively beaming when she greeted him with a kiss and a hug that was very close and a little long. She purposely pressed her crotch to his when they hugged and that was not lost on Kenny who looked at me somewhat oddly. I returned his look with an uncomfortable smile.
As happens with friends that haven't seen each other in a while, we ate, drank and stayed up late catching up. The whole while Donna was hanging on his every word. She was also teasing him mercilessly. Her tight fitting slacks left little to the imagination as they hugged her perfect ass and her protruding camel toe made it evident that she was not wearing panties either. She would bend over to pick up our empty glasses, showing her crotch and even bent over so he could see down her shirt and glimpse her perfect breasts.
Finally we said an awkward goodnight. It was obvious to everyone that Donna was throwing herself at Kenny but no one said anything about it.
Getting in bed together I couldn't hide my raging boner. I was so aroused by her performance I was ready to spew right there. We lay in bed together spooning with my hard cock pressed against her bare ass.
She was so hot and had me so aroused that I could barely stand it. I was just about ready to roll her over and fuck her, something I hadn't done in a long while when she suddenly sat up and said, "I think I had better check and see if Kenny has everything he needs."
With that she got up and reached for her dressing robe as she was completely nude. She hesitated a moment perhaps waiting for me to object and when I did not, she came to me and kissed me hard and deep while putting my hand on her vagina.
When a woman is ovulating, there are clear signs. One is an increase in cervical fluid. It's more abundant and stickier. You can also clearly smell a woman in heat. Others are swollen and tender breasts. Another is a musky flavor to her saliva.