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My wife (42) and I (56) are currently separated but not legally. I’m giving her space for now as we work through our issues. Like most marital problems our di?culties are based more on communication and di?ering emotional styles than anything. We’re still very friendly and talk regularly. We have a “no blame no shame” approach to our struggles. Neither divorce nor reconciliation is guaranteed. But that’s a topic for a di?erent subreddit.
For family reasons, we moved from our tiny Rocky Mountain community to a small Southern city three years ago. I tried to prepare her for the culture shock. No more natural grocery stores. Lots and lots of fried food. Unrelenting sticky humidity. And a much more vibrant black culture and tradition. Be prepared to meet black men who are confident and flirtatious. No matter where you meet them.
So, now she’s living by herself surrounded by loads of local handsome black men who aren’t afraid to ask for what they want.
Smoking hot, she has a petite yoga body—a perfect spinner to toss around.She’s bashful but not afraid to wear a pair of skin tight jeans with a sexy tank top to run around town. Not only does her succulent ass catch their attention, the real players can sense her submissive energy. On more than one occasion, she’s been boldly propositioned.
As a high school teenager growing up with detached divorced parents, she was wild.
In her neighborhood, there was a crew of older black guys, late teens, who she and her best friend partied with all the time. Imagine a Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg house party scene. Lots of booze. Lots of weed. Her first sexual encounters were hooking up with most of them at one time or the other. They were having fun passing her around. That’s were she learned to suck cocks like a pro.
Swallow every drop. Every time.
In college, she dated several black guys.
Part of that was her non conforming approach to relationships. Her dad’s second wife was black so she was open to exploring unconventional relationships. There was even one special black guy that she lived with for a couple of years. Not only did her attraction to black guys come from her open-minded attitude, but she’ll own up to preferring bigger cocks.
A free-spirited size queen if you will.
After college, she tried the corporate life but quickly escaped and moved to Humboldt county in Northern California. The epicenter of free love and the start of the legal weed business in America. For a few years, she lived with two guys growing weed, following jam bands, and selling molly in the parking lot before shows. She was fucking them both. Sometimes solo. Sometimes together. One guy was sweeter and had a crush on her. The other was more casual and indi?erent with a much bigger cock. Sweet guy got killer blowjobs. Casual guy flipped the power script and got her whenever and wherever he wanted.
Her submissive energy was easy to read.
Under the guise of settling down, she left the two boys and moved to Summit County Colorado at the start of the legal dispensary boom. Lots of money. Lots of partying. Lots of fucking. She had more bro brah one night stands than she can recall.
The hung ones she chased down for repeats.
Lived with her boss and his wife for a few months. Cocaine and champagne. She was fucking them both. Sometimes solo. Sometimes together. Again. That ended when she fucked her boss solo while his wife was out of town. But before the awkward ending, there was one special night, they had a foursome with one of their business friends.
Dan was a professional snow boarder who sold them killer black market weed. The best. He was a burly mountain man, unapologetically bold. The four of them got a suite at the Four Seasons. Vodka, sushi, and Ectasy. He fucked her for the first time that night, fucked her all night and into the next day.
Fifteen years later, and he’s still fucking my wife.
I met first met her in Maui, six years ago, she was a sober hippie chick who was living the responsible cubicle life living paycheck to paycheck. During Covid, we were locked down together in our tiny Rocky Mountain community. There was nothing to do but fuck.
She was my submissive free use pussy.
We fucked three or four times a day. It was a four bedroom house for just us two and we fucked in every room. In the bathroom hallway, I think her hand prints are still on the wall where each morning before my shower I turned her against the wall, peeled down her leggings, and shot my load on the crack of her ass.
For a shy girl, I learned she liked to give our next door neighbor a show by afternoon fucking in the bedroom across from his o?ce. We’d go for drives just to get out of the house and there was one parking lot that when I pulled into she knew that without me saying a word it was time to suck my cock. I’ d push her head down on my cock and watch out for cops while she was my sweet cocksucker.
Swallow every drop. Every time.
Sadly, I did the dumbest thing ever and left her to sort out stu? from my first marriage and we were broken up for two years. Little did I know who else was living in our tiny Rocky Mountain community at the same time as us.
Three years ago, we got back together and were married eight months later. Unfortunately, the sex life from our lock down days never returned. A myriad of reasons. No blame no shame. As a way trying to revive her libido, I suggested we open up our marriage. A mistake for another subreddit.
I’ll never forgot the moment I suggested she hook up with Dan.
Turns out, during the lockdown, three years prior, Dan was also living in our tiny Rocky Mountain community. Two weeks after I left, he was fucking her in the house I was paying for each month. They lived together for year, while we were broken up, growing weed and mushroom in the house she bought. He was traveling as a weed entrepreneur but would crash with her for a few days to fuck nonstop. They’d watch porn together, rough sex porn, then he’d fuck her doggy style. He’d pull her by the dreads and shot his load on the crack of ass. This went on until she was out of town and split but not before he sold all their crops.
Despite all this, she still considered him a friend and they still texted occasionally. In fact, she’d never told him we were married. Knowing their history, I suggested his name as a potential.
She responded like a little girl who rediscovers Santa Claus.
I swear she must have gotten instantly wet.
He was perfect for NSA fucking. We agreed he was the guy. In either a sign from the universe or something kind of planned but not, he texted her the next morning.
We made arrangements for her to sneak o? and see him on her next trip back to Colorado in a few weeks. They had a one night stand reunion and a secret four night vacation together three weeks later.
She started hooking up with him monthly. I was her travel concierge, flying her first class, renting her limos, paying for them to go on dinner dates.
On one occasion I dropped her o? at the Four Seasons so they could have an anniversary celebration of sorts. No vodka. A little Sushi. A dab of ecstasy. Still all night fucking.
So, she cuckolded me with her ex bf the ski bum weed entrepreneur until they ran their usual on again more o? again pattern. It was interesting to witness. She texted him but he hadn’t replied. She gets pissed off. He texts her. She’s giddy and wet sending me off the buy her plane ticket and rent their favorite condo.
We haven’t fucked in over two years. It’s been a year since Dan shot his loads on her ass. She claims to be done with him. But we all know better. Right?
She keeps a couple of vibrators in her nightstand (magic bullets for her clit), but she’s got to be horny AF.
She coyly admits to be hitting on by local black guys but she’s never admitted to actually fucking. I’ve seen her flirt with our mail man, or mention an older black guy from her support group. Her aunt has a friend that coaches the high school football team and we had him over to the house.
Recently, she got rid of her dreadlocks and now goes regularly for coloring and Brazilian blowouts. She brought a new razor to keep in the shower and I paid for an entire new drawer of lace panties.
So, is it me or is my is my sweet and shy wife ripe for BBC cuckold?
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