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My wife first found out about my bbc cuckold kink when she discovered my porn history by chance.
She’s a very understanding and caring wife, so she didn’t make a big fuss over it all.
The convo went much more in the way of “okay so you’re into this. That’s okay, but it’s not for me, you enjoy”.
And that was that. She knew I continued to watch the porn, and I never talked to her about it again. To me, the whole kink was in my wife being able to have better sex with a bbc – the kind of mindblowing sex. If she didn’t want it and wouldn’t enjoy it, it wasn’t going to happen. That was that. I was sort of happy to let it go.
For context, my wife is your stereotypical “nice white lady”. She’s even a teacher, so Ive teased her in the past about how she fits that archetype. We have a good, active but vanilla sex life, and she’s had very limited sexual experiences before meeting me – having lost her virginity at 24 to a man she dated and had sex with only a handful of times before she met me.
And no, i dont mean to say she was repressed, religious or even conservative. As she’s put it; she only wants sex with a man she wants to have sex with. There just wasn’t anyone else.
And it’s precisely this mindset that kept her at bay. “I’m happy with our sex life” was all she’d say in response to any suggestion that we experiment. For many years, she was happy and just didnt need anything else.
Surprise came in the most unexpected way when she, like many other years before, struggled to come up with ideas for my birthday present.
She thought that as a wonderful father and husband, it wasnt right that I just keep to the usual “all I need is you and the kids” rhetoric. She insisted she gets me something to blow my socks off. I smiled and shrugged as always.
Just then, in the car, a moment happened I’ll never forget. I’ll never forget these exact words.
“I should just have sex with a black man and let you watch. Bet you’d love a gift like that”.
I felt like time suddenly stood still and lost my train of thought. I was barely paying attention to the road.
There was an extended period of silence before I could muster up the courage and say “yeah … i suppose I would”.
My wife laughed and asked if I was serious. She put me through her questions, trying to establish in her mjnd whether i would really enjoy it, and if I wouldnt have any regrets.
In a flurry of adrenaline, my answered relinquished her to a simple “‘suppose you’re not exactly the jealous type”
I expected her to elaborate, but when she didn’t, I chased.
“So…?”
And then it came.
“Okay. Just the once, if we can do it safely”.
And that’s how it began.
As i said, what was important to me was my wife’s arousal and satisfaction, so I ended up opting for a professional male escort.
Took a lot of planning and vetting, but it happened, on the day of my birthday at a hotel out of town.
My wife was surprisingly not too nervous, which she explained was helped by knowing he was a professional, so it was just receiving a service rather than anything else.
But when it began, it was explosive. The escort was truly a professional. He conquered every corner of my wife’s pale body with his hands and mouth, making her bright red with arousal.
She started thrusting her hips back and forth, something she did with me when at peak arousal and desperate to be penetrated. With me, at this point she’d say “just come inside now” or “I want you”. With the escort, she just kept glancing over at me like she was trying to say something. I’ll let you all stab a guess as to what she wanted to say.
By now, you’d think he’d give her the real deal – but no. He started fingering her. My wife’s eyes widened like ‘what the fuck is going on’. The squelching sounds got deeper, the pace of his fingers hastened, and BOOM. My wife let out a desperate cry and clung onto the escort’s neck.
I asked if she was okay, and the escort spoke for her. “She squirted”. I couldn’t believe it. It was the first time it’d ever happened. My wife looked like she was almost sad, her voice also cracked like she’d been crying.
She and the escort kissed for a while as she came down until he finally laid her down for the main event.
He took it slow, but she was really ready. It was shocking how much cock she could take when she was that aroused. It felt like no time at all before she was taking it all.
They stayed in missionary as I looked around from all angles. Everything was visceral to all my senses.
The smell was that of the familiar scent of my wife, her shampoo, tangling itself into the escort’s very manly smells and intertwined with the smell of sweat and sex.
The visuals were burning into my eyes. I felt concern for that tight pink pussy of my wife’s – never had it withstood such a violent stretching and pounding. The foams covering the big black monster were a clear sign of my wife’s natural defences being broken down.
But the most shocking of all were the sounds. Never have I heard my own little lady, mother to my children, make such demonic, gutteral noises. These were noises coming from deep within, one arising from uncontrollable reflexes without any desire to try and please her sexual partner.
My dear old wife was barely clinging on to her sanity. I was shocked to realise my own wife had this side to her, and I began to worry what kind of woman would be left after all this.
And in between the beastial roars were the deep, watery squelches of a drenched pussy being pumped by a big, thick cock.
The pounding lasted only about 20 minutes combined, but in between there were a couple of breaks because my wife squirted again.
The squirts were only small like water overflowing, but the shakes and shivers during and after should tell you how intense it was for my wife.
During the breaks, my wife and the escort would stroke each other’s bodies with their hands like lovers. In that moment, she looked truly happy.
Eventually, my wife said she’d had enough and the escort pulled out to cum on her tummy.
She was conked out on the bed struggling to compose herself. As such, there was no round two.
After the escort left, I wanted to reclaim my wife but she refused due to feeling too sore. Instead, we kissed as I came on her belly, where the escort’s cum still laid.
Despite my concerns, after the ordeal and a few days of recovery she returned to being the wife I know and love.
My wife, despite admitting that it was the most intense sex of her life, refused to try it again and dismissed it all as was agreed – a one time deal.
She refused to call it the best sex of her life, reiterating that it was merely “different”.
Still, the visceral memories remain in my head. The wife I saw that day has never been seen again, nor have I been able to make her squirt. Though our sex life is good in other ways, that part I do find disappointing.