by Lars Aimes
Blacked Wife in Miami: An Interracial Cuckold Story
By Lars Aimes
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.
©2017, Lars Aimes. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception of a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.
This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.
Please note that all scenes depicted in this work of fiction are entirely consensual to all concerned parties.
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Blacked Wife in Miami: An Interracial Cuckold Story
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Blacked Wife in Miami
Chapter 1
My fork clattered like a ringing alarm clock on the marble restaurant floor.
The words from my mouth rang out through the restaurant. “A divorce?! Haley, I thought you were happy! Everything’s been going well enough, hasn’t it? You said so yourself the other night.”
Her face turned crimson and she glanced at the other nearby diners. The rotund bearded man at the next table gawked back at her, holding his fork halfway to his face. Finally, his skinny wife leaned over and swatted his arm, snapping the guy out of it. His attention turned back to the steaming gnocchi intended for his considerable belly.
Haley faced me. She grabbed the cloth napkin in front of her and dabbed at the corner of her dry eye.
“It’s been wonderful, Jack,” she said. “You’ve been just wonderful. It’s just that….” She shrugged her shoulders, leaving me to fill in the blanks.
“Just that what, Haley?” I said. “We’ve spent the best years of our lives together. I deserve an explanation. Is it a money issue? You know I told you I’d get that promotion at work soon. Bob Haskill’s retiring next month and they’ll promote me. It’ll happen. You just have to be patient.”
Haley sighed and shook her head. A few strands of her auburn hair fell across her forehead. Even in my anger and hurt, I felt my dick get a little hard. Her narrowed eyes peeked at me through the strands of unruly locks, which made her look irredeemably sexy. She flicked her head a little and the blonde hairs fell back into place.
“You need me to spell it out for you, I guess,” she said. “Well, I suppose you deserve it. It’s just that – Jack – I want to see other people. A lifetime of being faithful to one person just isn’t for me. I love you dearly. Always have – but…I can’t do this anymore. Oh Jack! I’m so sorry!”
Haley dabbed at her eyes again and sniffled. When she put the cloth napkin back down, her makeup was still perfect.
I mustered my best argument in my head and went back on the offense. “Look at the house. Look at the cars I bought you. Look at the dress you’re wearing. I may not be the best husband. I know I spend too much time at the hospital. But baby – I can take care of you like no one else can. I’ve got what it takes. I’ve got –”
“Coffee?” I heard the waiter ask in a deep rich voice. It sounded like a young James Earl Jones sans the Darth Vader breathing. Haley peered up at him. Her eyes went wide.
Without looking up, I shook my head. “We’re fine here,” I said. “Can you come back later? The grown–ups are talking here.”
“No problem, sir” came the reply in that double–barreled voice of doom.
Haley held a hand up. “Wait, don’t go!” she said.
She smiled at him with a little insane mischievous grin.
I looked up at the hulking black guy who loomed over me. His dark eyes pierced right into my soul. His chest stuck out like a Marine at attention and his arms only barely fit into the long tunnel–like sleeves of his suit jacket. He was pure power and muscle adorned in the thinnest veneer of civilization. In a distant era, strong men like him would have merely crushed my skull with one hand and picked up my wife with the other before going about their merry day of hunting and gathering.
My eyes fell towards the ground as he stood there.
Haley’s arm clung to his sleeve. With her other arm, she hefted the trembling china cup towards him.
“Would you mind filling me up?” she asked him.
Her voice had completely lost the edge of sadness from only a moment ago. Now it was light and sunny with a hint of pleading. It was the same happy tone that used to signal the impending onset of an all–night fuck session. It had been so long since we had one of those that I had nearly forgotten.
She brushed a gloved hand over his large forearm.
“I mean, would you mind filling my coffee up?” she asked.
Haley put her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand as she gazed at him. The waiter poured halfway and stopped, setting the pot on his cart.
“Can you cream me?” she asked him.
I nearly spit out my water.
“Gladly,” said the burly dark–skinned man. He lifted the little silver cream pot and began to pour. A tiny white stream flowed into Haley’s coffee cup. “Just say when,” he said.
With her eyes still locked on the waiter, she let out a girly giggle. “Oh, I can take lots of cream. Just fill me right up.”
“With pleasure,” he said, a broad grin on his face. His teeth were like finely polished pearls. He cleared his throat as the swirling mixture of liquid inside her cup neared the brim.
Haley squeezed his arm. “When!” she announced. The waiter stopped pouring. Haley put the cup down on the table and peered at its milky contents.
“Oh my god, what a lot of cream you gave me,” she said. “I bet you could just cream me all day and I’d still love it.”
I sighed. “Are you guys done with your little…thing here?”
Haley stared at me. “There’s no need to be rude, Jack. I’m just having fun with…sorry what’s your name?” she asked.
“Devon,” he said. The “n” sound was soft and smooth, like a piece of chocolate sinking in hot water. “Pleasure serving you both.”
He turned and looked at me with those jade eyes that burrowed into my cranium. I felt suddenly hot all over and loosened my tie. The big man lumbered off towards the kitchen, Haley’s eyes following him.
“So where were we?” I said, chuckling. “Right. Money. I have it. Lots of it. More than a fucking waiter, that’s for sure.”
Haley took a long sip of her coffee, closing her eyes as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted in her life. When she set the cup down, she opened them finally. The fatigue crossed her face and she suddenly looked just a little older. “You want to stay married?” she said. “Fine. But you’re going to have to accept the fact that I’m fucking other guys.”
It was like a jolt of electricity that passed through my body. I leaned in forward, staring into her icy blue eyes. “Can you say that last part again?”
“I want to fuck other people, Jack,” she said. “That’s all there is to it. I like fucking. And before you get all defensive – it has nothing to do with the frequency of the sex. It’s quality and…well, quantity. Put metaphorically, if your dick was anything like this coffee, it would be a Tall size. I think I need at least a Venti in my cunt. Capiche?”
I shook my head and waited for her to continue.
“Look, I’m not discounting the idea that this isn’t some sort of phase or crisis that I’m going through, Jack,” she said. “Maybe there’ll be time for us together down the road. But we’re high school sweethearts. You took my virginity on our wedding night. All the other girls at college were experimenting while I stayed faithf
ul to you in a long distance relationship for four long fucking years. The thought of dying without playing the field a bit is just too much for me now. And I’m getting older, Jack.”
I nodded. “You want an open marriage, Haley? That’s fine. But I’m not going to agree to a divorce. At least not yet. Get it out of your system. If you still want it after that, I’ll sign the papers. I’ll even give you half without a fight.”
Haley smiled. “Oh Jack, that’s really great of you. Really, it is,” she said. “So if you don’t mind, I’m going to ask Devon back to our place after this. You can do whatever you want while we do it. I think there’s a good movie tonight on–.”
I waved at her to stop talking. I cleared my throat and threw down a stack of hundreds on the table. At least half of it was the tip.
“There’s just one thing I insist upon, Haley. If this guy is so much better at pleasing you, I want to be able to see it for myself. So here’s the deal. You get to fuck him….but I get to watch.”
Haley said nothing as I called for the check. Devon arrived like a messenger from God, looming over me with his powerful physique that his suit could not manage to hide. I pointed to my wife and Haley beckoned him closer with her finger. He bent down, his ear near her mouth. She whispered something to him. Devon’s eyes went wide then he nodded and wrote down her phone number on the back of his order pad.
As the two of us walked out of the restaurant, I felt a little surge of excitement as I glanced over at Haley.
Her tight little pussy was going to get fucked by a huge black cock and I would get the chance to see it all. Was staying married worth all this? The idea of life without Haley scared the hell out of me. She had been there for me all those years of medical school. While I studied my ass off and put my grades and my career before everything else, she had patiently stayed with me to provide comfort and assurance through tough times.
Despite her desire to have sex outside our marriage, the fact remained that I loved my wife dearly. Maybe she would come to her senses after her little fling and we’d continue on as though nothing had happened.
Little did I know that after tonight, nothing would ever be the same for us again.
Chapter 2
I put the Audi in gear and left the restaurant parking lot, smoldering with the thoughts of what I had just agreed to. As I pulled up to the traffic light, the silence in the car became nearly unbearable.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
Haley leaned over from the passenger seat. Her breath was napalm hot against the little patch of skin under my ear. The little hairs on my neck stood up like an army of soldiers in the presence of a powerful dictator.
“Try to imagine it,” she said. “Just think about it, Jack.”
Her chest rubbed up against my right shoulder. Through the thin cloth of her evening dress, I felt her erect nipple caress the slope of my bicep. Her little hand wrapped around the black gear stick.
The light turned green and I reached for the gear stick as I popped the clutch. My hand met hers. The feeling of her skin against mine made a little spark of electricity shoot through my body. I shivered and tightened my grip on the wheel.
We sped through the neon–lit city streets of South Florida, struggling to keep my eyes on the road. Haley’s hand slid slowly up and down the length of the thick gear stick.
Her breaths grew faster and more intense on my right ear and my neck. She spoke in halting little whispers as I drove.
“Picture it, Jack. Devon and I are naked at the head of the bed. You’re sitting on that wicker chair in the corner of the room. I kiss him and his hands cup my breasts. He’s got a huge erect cock and I wrap my hand around it and slowly start to pump him up and down. You can see everything from where you are.”
My balls ached as her words painted the scene in my head. The lights of the city flashed by and I followed the slow–moving traffic in front of me. I sat in the wicker chair, my cock in my hand as Devon’s eyes closed and Haley stroked the man. Her white fingers contrasted against the dark flesh of her black lover’s long shaft.
My heart drummed in my chest, as if it were thumping along to thrash metal. Haley exhaled beside me as she jerked off the gear stick. She rubbed hard against my shoulder now, and I heard her moan. “Another guy’s cock in my hands. Just think of it,” she whispered again.
HONK! I was jolted back to reality by the sound of the impatient driver behind me. I looked up to notice that the light where I had stopped was green. I had no idea how long it had been since it had turned.
“We better get home,” I said. Haley nodded and sat back down in the passenger seat. We drove home in silence. When we arrived at the house, I noticed her hand was still wrapped around the gear stick.
Chapter 3
I sat in the living room while the television news blared its usual cacophony of doom and alarm. My capacity for outrage was sapped entirely by the thought of what was about to happen.
I knew I should have flown into a rage about the whole idea of my wife sleeping with another man but instead I was just really fucking turned on. It felt confusing and exciting and unbelievable all at the same time.
Thirty minutes had passed since we’d returned home and my cock was still hard as a block of ice in a snowstorm. Neither my wife nor I had spoken a word to each other since the drive home. Haley was in the shower just down the hall. I listened to the sound of the water pouring down over her smooth white body.
What had gotten into her lately? Where was that prim and serious girl from the Midwest whom I had fallen in love with all those years ago? All that time I had been spending at the hospital had apparently blinded me to the changes she had been going through over these past few years.
Whatever the reason for it all, I found myself strangely turned on and excited by this sudden turn of events in my life. Anything seemed possible and danger lurked around every corner. It was as if I had just walked into the depths of a forest with neither map nor compass to find a way out again.
“Just imagine it,” she had said in the car. The words reverberated in my skull. The image of her soft little hands stroking the gear shift like a big black cock played in my head. The sounds of her moans played in a loop in my brain. I remembered her hot breath spilling over my neck as the streets of Coral Gables flew by outside the car.
The sound of the rushing water stopped and I shifted my hard cock in my pants. I didn’t want Haley to see that I was still turned on. A part of me had wanted to jack it off while she showered but something deep and primal had told me to hold off. I waited for her to get out of the shower, feigning interest in the headline story about a foiled robbery in South Beach.
The door to the bathroom swung open and I watched my wife step come from down the hall. She wore only a towel over her trim petite body.
Haley stopped at the threshold of the living room and looked down at me, sitting on the sofa. Her soft brown eyes sparkled and her wet hair fell around neatly around her shoulders. She had a kind of casual beauty that made her stunning without even having to try.
Her white skin caught the harsh glare of the living room lights, giving her a shiny appearance. She pulled the towel down a little, revealing her cleavage just short of her nipples. With her tits pushed together by the towel, they appeared larger and rounder than they really were.
Haley put one foot on the nearby leather ottoman.
“Did you think about it?” she asked. “Did you have time to consider what it would be like with Devon’s tongue licking up and down my pussy?”
She put a finger in her mouth and pushed it back and forth, all the while keeping her gaze locked on me. I nodded a little. She pulled her finger out slowly and ran it over her pink lips. They grew wet as she traced over them.
“Good,” she said. “I want you to think some more about it.”
She parted the towel at its bottom with one hand, revealing her smooth creamy thighs. She put her other hand through the opening and rubbed betw
een her legs. Haley’s eyes closed as I watched the sinews of her forearm ripple. I tried to picture what was happening under the towel – her fingers pressing on her clit, making lazy circles. She sighed and I imagined her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Haley moaned.
She bit her lip before speaking. “Now imagine Devon’s here,” she said. “I want you to picture him doing this to me.”
I leaned back and the picture swept easily into my head. Devon stood in front of where Haley was. His broad muscular arm reached under my wife’s towel. His cocoa–colored fingers massaged Haley’s soft wet cunt. She kissed him with her tongue and pleaded with him. “Fuck me, Devon,” she said. “Fuck me like a real man.”
She reached down and stroked the big man’s cock. As Devon’s hand moved faster, so did Haley’s strokes. Both of them began to moan. Devon’s smooth deep voice echoed through the room while Haley’s gentle chorus of gasps and sighs grew louder. Her hips bucked slightly and her legs trembled as she neared orgasm.
I reached down into my pants and grabbed my dick. It was covered in pre–cum and my hand glided over the shaft.
“No, not yet!” shouted Haley. I opened my eyes to see her hovering over me. She was on the couch beside me. I reached for her with one hand and she recoiled. “No, Jack! Save it for later. Save it!”
I swallowed hard and summoned the will to stop jacking off. Gradually, my strokes slowed and then stopped.
Haley wore the exact same look on her face as the attending physicians on the first day of my residency. Those narrowed eyes and thin lips screamed, “You’re playing on my territory and you’d better follow my rules. Or else.”
I pulled my hand from my pants and sat up. Haley about–turned and walked down the hallway. I turned off the TV and sighed.
Chapter 4
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. “It’s already 10:15. Where the fuck is that guy?”
Haley had disappeared into the bedroom and locked the door since her little performance in the living room. I had resorted to sending her text messages from my phone but no response came.