Our Dark Secret

by Derrin Hart

  This was turning into our situation completely. Once I realized Sara was attracted to black guys, it was a no-brainer.

  There are a number of factors that led us in this direction. The black male is seen as physically superior and thus far more capable in terms of sexual activity than the cuckold considers himself to be. My Sara as the younger wife would receive the maximum in terms of sexual stimulation, long-lasting intercourse, and the experience of many exotic positions during intercourse because of the greater strength and endowment of the chosen black stud. There is the taboo aspect of it all as well.

  Tied into this is the contrast of skin color and the erotic visual it provides when the wife and her sex partner are together. I ended up finding and reading tons of stuff like the above. I came to realize I was by no means alone in my fantasies of such behavior.

  Chapter Five

  I began searching in earnest for the perfect guy to take my hot wife to sexual heaven. Online I came upon one that fit the bill. A lean, dark-skinned black male who was a trucker happened to travel past our city via interstate every six months. He sent me some pictures of himself in action.

  Man was he her type! He looked like a pro basketball player—6’4” and all muscle. The action pics he supplied in his email showed his manhood to be long and thick almost beyond imagination. He was what Sara needed and would knock her panties off.

  We made plans to meet at a bar the next time he was passing by. Sara was reluctant after our unsatisfactory experience at the Halloween bash prior, yet agreed to meet, hoping for a better arrangement.

  When the day arrived, I was a little bit uneasy. I had not heard from Kevin in three days, and he had me wondering what was up. We had picked a place and time earlier in the week but had had no contact since. Sara was kept in the dark about us not talking in three days.

  As a backup, I got online and searched for a last-minute replacement. There was no one on the spur of the moment except for a local white guy I came across on instant messenger. He said he’d be thrilled to meet us that evening and gave me his cell number in case things opened up. He looked decent enough, but man was I was hoping Kevin would show up.

  Sara dressed up nicely in black slacks and a white blouse. The plan was to have a quick dinner then go below to an adjoining bar at ground level afterwards. I called Kevin several times but received no reply. Sara was disappointed and all dressed up with no one to play with. I told her I knew a white guy I could call; if he was not that great we’d just meet him and not hook up after dinner. She went along with the idea, still downhearted about having no black stud. She had seen Kevin’s pics and was ready for a big night. It would have been amazing.

  So we waited and met Rick. He seemed nice but sort of preppy. Sara was not all that thrilled.

  We chatted, ate dinner and headed downstairs, where there was a dance club. Rick was nervous, telling me Sara was lovely. She wanted him to be more flirty and aggressive but he was laid back.

  He wasn’t getting her going. We danced and drank a few purple hooters. At least Sara was having fun. When it came time to consider leaving, she said he was too shy, that she would prefer to leave without him. I knew I had to try and step this game up, so I got him alone in the men’s room and told him how to go about a last-ditch effort to get the wife excited. I explained how she wanted to be flirted with, touched and seduced more. He asked what to do, and I said simply, “Tell her she’s hot. Dance close to her, rub up against her, kiss her. At the table slide your hand up her leg and play with her inner thigh, tease her, rub her pussy lips. Try hard. If not, we’re leaving soon.”

  I figured it wasn’t going to work out, so I settled up our drinks bill. They did, however, dance and I let them also sit alone a while.

  Finally I asked her if she was ready and she said yes. So I asked, “Should I tell Rick we’re going?” Sara grinned at me. “Yes, I think I want him to join us at a hotel.” I’m like, “Huh? I thought you were not interested?” She went on to tell me he had been frisky on the dance floor and she felt turned on now. So off we went. I was really surprised.

  In the car she was on fire. As we drove to the cheap hotel she was touching herself already:

  “Honey, I’m so horny, and I’m wet.” All the way to the hotel, stuff like, “Hurry and get there!” It was crazy. She was a different woman suddenly.

  Once we got to the hotel, she was on him right away. There was not even time to get my video camera up and running. They frolicked and kissed and stripped down. He slid her red bikini panties down part way revealing her milky thighs. She was actually moaning from the excitement.

  Soon they were on the bed; she was moaning even more loudly and had him almost naked in no time. He tore her blouse away, sucking her big nipples and ravishing her body.

  He pushed her to the bed, sliding her skimpy red string panties to the side. Before he could remove them, she took them off herself. Her bubbly firm butt spilled out, and they embraced passionately, kissing deeply as she whispered, “Please, fuck me good!” in his ear. She pulled his boxers off right away.

  He was not that big, which was disappointing. She got on him right away, pushing him to the bed and slipping him into her in one try—no hesitation. She got on top and rode him like a wild lass. Soon she let him get on top, but after the switch he had trouble keeping his erection. It took him time to get it up, but after he did, he came in minutes. She was just getting started and he was done. She tore him up. We would never see him again—that was for sure. He was overwhelmed; his expression said, “Like wow!” As we bolted from the place, she was shaking her head. All I heard in my head was, “I want more, I want it harder, I like it deep, it makes me feel like a woman.”

  During the week following she was depressed. Rick had not been her type, the drinks had made her reckless, and she felt guilty. It was hard on our marriage. My bride was having regrets.

  She thought it best to take a break, maybe even giving up swinging all together. Overall, there had been just too many disappointments.

  A wife who finds herself married to a cuckold husband will go through a number of emotional phases and behavioral stages. I was seeing that firsthand.

  Studies done by several psychologists note that women tend to respond initially to their husband’s suggestions and requests and coaxing for sex with another male with shock, dismay, and revulsion. These emotions are soon replaced by genuine worry over whether the husband has lost interest in her sexually, and whether the husband no longer loves her. The cuckold husband will make every effort to calm his wife’s fears and worries and get rid of her anger and revulsion by bringing up the subject and doing everything possible to convince her that he not only wants her to take a sex partner, but that he wants her to “expand her sexual horizons” and “experience greater sexual pleasure, stimulation and excitement.”

  A long time passed before we would try again. We decided to have children. This would have a huge impact on any alternative lifestyle fun. Sara made it a point to say, “Listen—a child will not stop us from doing whatever we decide after the fact.” I wondered if this would be the end.

  Our child was born, and we were very happy. Another year went by. Sara had finally begun to adjust and get back in shape. It took almost two years before the day would come when the idea of meeting a guy was appealing again. Neither of us considered it until things started to get back to normal.

  The time had come; we were ready to try again. We found a local basketball player who was 6’6 and black and planned to meet him at a bar that coming Saturday night. Mikey was as described—tall, lean, athletic and black—and Sara said right off the bat she found him attractive.

  His head was closely shaven and he had very long arms.

  So this time, we were off to a good start. Sara looked great that evening. Her long, curly blond hair cascaded about her angel face, and her sexy, well-rounded body was packed nicely into her jean skirt and tight blouse. We made time with tall Mikey, and the two seemed like they were get
ting along. He, however, seemed somewhat shy; I had no idea where things would lead. He was not a big dancer, so we mostly talked.

  The night was going by pretty fast, and it was getting late. We hit a few bars together and in the end it was time to head to our hotel. Mikey said he’d join us in a while, so it was just the two of us when we left the bar. When we arrived at our hotel room, Sara said she liked Mikey and was excited to party with him. After about twenty minutes he called my cellphone to say he was outside. I went out to greet him.

  When we met outside the door, I was frank with him. “Mikey, I have to tell you something.

  Sara is excited about playing with you. Don’t chat much. Join her on the bed, touch her and be playful. She wants to get naked, but it’s getting late and she’s not a night owl.” Basically I was telling her to go for it right off. The hour was late, and she’d be tired very soon. He agreed, and up we went to our suite.

  We talked for over an hour. It was nearing two in the morning. I was frustrated and impatient to make things happen. I said, “Guys, it’s getting really late. I mean, are you two going to play some, or should we call it a night?” That statement finally got them going. Sara was all for playing, and Mikey and she got close.

  Lying on the bed, they embraced, kissed, and started to undress each other. He was very dark and tall and she, very white and small. His hands were all over her curves. She was hot and ready.

  As they fondled each other, I saw his cock for the first time. It was only average size in soft form.

  When she finally stroked it, it grew in thickness and size until it was maybe eight inches. They spooned on the bed, kissing and nibbling. He slid his fingers in her now moist love canal.

  She urged him to fuck her. He put on a condom and they were soon locked in missionary.

  She moaned with joy, and he pushed in with one try. Outside the room I had made it a point to tell him that I wanted to see her on top, riding him, so he changed into cowgirl position; she got on and was bouncing hard. He only did it a minute before turning her over doggy. He got aggressive then and starting pounding into her. I heard her start to moan louder and look uncomfortable. She called out, “Easy now,” as he pounded harder and harder. He then grunted, “Oh yeah, arrrrrrh.” It was too fast. He was coming already. Sara was disappointed and masturbated in front of us. It was really late when we parted ways.

  Sara offered me a quick mercy fuck and I came in two minutes. Since he had come inside her—even though he’d worn a condom—we were nervous for weeks afterward. This fear of pregnancy was going to place a huge damper on our lives. A looming guilt bothered us both. I hated it so much. Sara loved sex. Sara loved to fuck. Sara hated guilt; it overwhelmed her in every way.

  Several months passed. We needed to meet a black guy who was bigger and would last longer and really give Sara the fuck of her life. The next week I found such a guy on an online swingers’ site; his personal caught my eye. One comment on his profile was enough for me to go ahead and make arrangements to meet. We would have to take a long four-hour ride, but I thought it would be worth it. The comment said, “This guy has the largest cock I HAVE EVER SEEN.”

  We set the date and time to meet. Just the thought was turning me on. Sara agreed it would be fun, so things were looking up for our swinging lifestyle. Ken, however, was older, and that was the one thing that bothered me about this meeting. I knew Sara liked them younger. But he looked good and was so huge that I put aside my concerns over his age as the meet came closer.

  Our sex life was not all that good. For one thing, with our new son in the mix, we never had time.

  With different schedules and what not, we made love hardly at all. Sara was not all that romantic a woman, and unless I planned something special with a sitter or went out of my way to initiate, we never fucked. I could only jerk off looking at her pictures and videos. I just found it too difficult.

  The buildup and the letdown were not appealing to me. I wanted her to have a great lay, not little old me.

  I wondered what a cuckold should actually look like. Was I typical, or a rare breed? I was not a wimp when it came to physical form. I worked out, looked decent enough, and certainly was a friendly guy. I guess I was a little older and my wife was a hot babe, but was that what a cuckold truly was? In life we come in all shapes and sizes. In this context I supposed that was true as well.

  The weekend for our meet with the monster cock black guy arrived. He was named Ken, and I recalled us meeting another Ken way back. We drove the long distance to a nearby state. We met him at the designated bar, where he was already sipping a cocktail. He was older than his picture, and Sara was taken aback. I thought, “Oh shit; what a long drive to take for this!” He was decent-looking in an older sort of way. He had an officer’s haircut, was slim and carried himself nicely.

  We sat together and had a bite to eat. He was personable and a navy officer in the service, just back from Germany. He was excited to meet such a young sexy lass as my wife. His eyes looked her up and down. I was hoping she’d come around.

  She seemed reluctant to get too friendly. After I got her a few glasses of wine, things got a little more relaxed. She wore a skirt that night; I made a point of slipping my hand up her skirt while sitting next to them in the bar corner. I played with her pussy constantly for the hour we chatted, getting her very wet. She didn’t resist the idea of some hotel room fun when we decided to take the chatting up to our suite. In the room they embraced, and he lay her down on the bed, fingering her for quite some time. She was lost in hotness. He massaged her large breasts and kissed her deeply. Sara was getting into it, and I got my video camera going.

  Finally, after a lot of heavy petting, he pulled off of her. She was excited and he was hard. I could see the huge bulge in his shorts, and I was like, holy molly what a giant head on that dong. I truly had never seen a bulge that big in my life. He sat back to remove his shorts, and when I first saw his specimen I was in shock. He had the largest, thickest, most magnificent penis I had ever laid eyes on. He was so big it was surreal.

  Sara unhooked her bra, which left her in nothing but tiny panties. She pressed on him and reached back to grasp his cock. I knew she was surprised that she had to use both hands to get a firm stroke on it. She had a hard time wrapping her tiny hand over that thing. I was taping the encounter with a video recorder and in looking back my own voice is heard saying, “holy shit”

  right on the microphone.

  They tussled on the hotel bed. He was as hard as a rock—firm and ready. He looked to the nightstand and grabbed an extra-large magnum condom. Sara slid off him and to the side, slipping out of her frilly thong panties. I caught her glance over at him and at his tool, then directly at me with an astounded expression. Her eyes were jumping out of her head and they said, holy crap what have I gotten into here?

  He couldn’t even get the extra large magnum condom on in a normal slide-over fashion.

  Guys always slide a condom on, it’s that simple. Today one can get large-sized condoms, even extra large. But this guy would not be able to just slip on a condom of any size. He had to stretch it like a wide balloon to place it over his black dick. He got it on and proceeded to get on top of my wife. His dark black skin was glistening now from pre-sweat as he pressed into her pale white form. His dong was still standing hard and he positioned it near Sara’s opening. Her pussy had been fingered for quite awhile and she was wet and her lips, which are pronounced, were protruding and swelled out.

  Usually Sara takes a swinger partner easily and without reservations. No extra lubrication is ever needed. The penis enters in one try. This was not the case this time. Sara slid her hand on his shaft and tried to ease him in her wetness. He eased in slowly, but still she kept holding his fat prick, trying to guide him. I had never seen this happen before. She was also sliding back as he pressed in. Her body moved toward the headboard and he tried to get in deeper. She continued to help his shaft guide in, and it wasn’t until her head hit the headboa
rd that there was no stopping the penetration. She finally let go of his cock and went in deeper. She moaned very loudly.

  He was not at all rough as he slowly began to push in and out of her. She cried out, “Holy God, you are so big!” “Holy Jesus, you’re big, sooooooo big.” He pushed deeper and began to get a rhythm. She was easing into his giant manhood and soon found her own movements working with his. Her legs began to bounce up and down and she groaned and squealed in passion. “You are sooooo Huge,” she cried out.

  “Wow, oh God, you’re sooooooo huge.” Sara grabbed his ass then and they fucked steadily.

  She took him all very deep and his cock was wet and glistening as it went in and out of her. She was lost in the deepest, most serious fuck of her life.

  What a change it was from my tiny, thin four inches. They pounded together for a while, and he put her on her side to ease his weight off. We could never do this posture; I am not big enough, and her bubbly ass would deflect any change of me pushing in. He did so easily, and they fucked again for a while. His massive tool glistened, sliding in and out; she took it freely and with ease, lying on her side. I was lost in the view, amazed at what was happening. She encouraged his orgasm and he got back on her—fully on top, pressing firmly on her small frame. I wanted her to ride him—it would be incredible—but that did not happen. He pumped hard to an explosion of his juices. Oh God; I had forgotten to tell him to pull out—and so had Sara. He had a condom on, but what if it broke or had a hole? I was sacred as hell. It seemed the condom held as he was out, and I saw no leaks. Sara was still hot. She masturbated right then and there in front of us and came loudly.