What You Wish For by Haywood72

I’m 25, recently out of law school, and working ridiculous hours as a junior associate in a mid-size firm specializing in insurance law. The pay’s decent enough, but the work is tedious. If it wasn’t for Kaitlyn, I’d have quit months ago, but she brightens my evenings and makes the weekly slog tolerable. We met in college, fell in love, and married when we graduated. Then law school for me and a Master’s in Education for her. She’s 23, and turns heads. I tease her about it but she never seems to notice. Kait’s from Iowa, and has that Midwest farmer’s daughter look, fine blonde hair the color of corn silk, flawless skin, a snub nose that gives her a slightly impish look, and huge blue eyes with startling refractions that seem to change color with the light. She’s 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighs 110 pounds on a bad day, and is slim and muscular, a legacy of her high school and college days as a gymnast and dance team captain. She bitches that at 32b her boobs are too small (I love them) and hates her bubble butt. She doesn’t really have a bubble butt; it’s just that all of her training has left her ass incredibly well rounded and muscular. These days she runs for exercise, and I guarantee you that guys stare at her ass when she jogs past, though she laughs it off when I tease her about the stares. All I know is that I’m incredibly lucky to have met and married her.Things have been a bit strained at home lately. Like I said, I’ve had to work long, often boring, hours, while Kait’s job as a substitute middle school teacher gives her much more regular hours. I leave early and get home late and often bring work home. All-too-often by the time I get ready for bed, she’s already asleep. Our lovemaking’s suffered as a result.

Don’t get me wrong — I’ve never had complaints from Kait or the couple of girls I bedded before her. I’m hung a very respectable 8 inches and I know how to use it. Kait always climaxes. Once. Just once, and that’s it. She’s always satisfied but never shows interest in Round Two. Lately it’s been feeling like part of our nighttime routine: wash your face, brush your teeth, make love, climax. Once. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it, but it’s just so — routine.

I’ve always liked porn videos, particularly those featuring attractive white women and well-endowed black men. I don’t really know why, but something about the contrast and the taboo gets me hard as a rock. Quite by chance, I stumbled across a website catering to amateur videos featuring purportedly married white women fucking black men. That’s where the trouble started.

What began as a mild interest became an abiding fetish, and pretty soon I had a bookmark directory full of websites that catered to, well, heavy hung black guys fucking white wives. I started downloading the videos that looked “real” and particularly the ones where the white husband watched or filmed. Like an idiot, I put the videos in a file marked “video downloads” — a fiasco waiting to happen, which it inevitably did. I’d been working in my home office all morning and as luck would have it, I got a call from the office I took in living room. I was gone for 20 minutes.

When I walked back in, Kait was sitting in front of the monitor. I could see one of the videos playing. Sensing my presence, she turned in the chair looked me right in the eye and said “Clearly you haven’t been spending all those hours just working.”

I said nothing, hoping she hadn’t had long enough to realize that nearly all of the videos were of the same theme, wives and hung black guys.

“That’s quite a collection,” she said. My heart sank. “I’d guess this is more than a passing fancy. It seems like you’ve got a real hang-up about white wives and black guys. Is that right?”

Again, I said nothing.

“Well, answer the question!”

I stammered a response. “No, well, yes. Well, maybe.”

Kait frowned. “I counted over a hundred videos and every single one of them was about white wives fucking black guys. I’d say that amounts to more than a ‘Maybe’.”

I waited. I knew she didn’t approve of porn.

She sighed. “I feel almost violated, Rick — it’s like I thought I knew you and now I’m not so sure. I don’t know what to make of the situation, but I do know I need some time to sort all this out. I’m going to go and stay with Annie for a couple of days. Don’t call me.”

Annie was her best friend from college. She lived about 20 miles away. Kait went upstairs and packed. Fifteen minutes later I heard the door open and close and she was gone.

Work the next day was nearly impossible. I could only focus on Kaitlyn’s departure. It was obvious that I was distracted and depressed, so much so that my summer intern, a first year law student named Ted, stuck his head in my office.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“I can tell you after work, not now,” I replied. “Meet me at my house at 7:00.”

Ted arrived promptly at 7:00 p.m. with a bottle of single malt whiskey, and poured each of us quite a bit more than a “wee dram.” I gulped it down and poured myself another, and another. Then, fortified by whiskey courage, I told him what had happened.

Ted listened intently. “I’m really sorry,” he said. “It’s hard enough to broach the subject, let alone have your wife find out that way.”

“Broach the subject? What do you mean, ‘broach the subject’?” I asked.

“You know — cuckolding — watching your wife doing a black guy,” he said.

“How the hell would you know anything about that, Ted?” I asked.

Ted poured himself a drink and then made me swear I wouldn’t repeat anything he was about to discuss. “I know because Lisa’s been fucking a black guy since I started my internship,” he said.

Lisa was Ted’s fiancée. She was just 20 and a senior in college, a lively redhead who seemed as down to earth as anyone I’d met. She and Ted are a great couple.

“You, my friend, are completely full of shit, but I appreciate the effort you’re making to get me out of the dumps,” I laughed.

“I’m dead serious,” he said. “It started a week after I began my internship and it’s become a regular part of our life. Never thought I would say this, but sexually at least it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us. In case you’re wondering, Lisa’s seeing Bob Purdy.”

Bob Purdy was the office manager at our firm, not an attorney. He’s maybe 50, pleasant, and not much to look at, the kind of guy who’s just hanging around in the background. Non-de***********. Part of the office furniture. Boring.

“Oh come on! Are you seriously telling me that good old Bob Purdy is boning your gorgeous 20 year-old girlfriend?” I was having a hard time believing this.

Ted nodded. “I know what you mean, it sounds absurd, but let me tell you — good old Bob Purdy’s a fucking machine. He only fucks the young white wives of attorneys at the firm. Or fiancées. He may not be much to look at, but based on our experience, I’m convinced that one night with him will make a black cock addict out of just about any white woman. He sure worked on Lisa.”

I must have had a skeptical look on my face, because Ted reacted defensively.

“Look, Bob’s kind of scrawny but he’s hung like a stallion, knows how to use it and kind of just takes over the bedroom. I thought Lisa and I were good together, but the result of her first night with Bob was enough to disabuse me of that notion,” he said, emphatically.

I asked Ted how it happened, and he told me the story.

“Bob invited us to his place for a cookout, and I thought it would be impolite not to go, so we did. We had a good time — he’s funny and flirts a lot, and Lisa dug it. We drank a lot, did some weed that we brought with us, and then he turned us on to some coke — his vice, he called it. We were really wasted, but Lisa kept doing more blow so she was really up and buzzed, while I was really mellow,” he said.

“Bob started flirting pretty openly and when I didn’t react badly, Lisa kind of started flirting back. He asked her if she wanted a tour of the house and she said sure. As they walked out of the room, I saw he had his hand on her ass, but it just didn’t penetrate the fog I was in. Anyway, I zoned out but eventually figured out Lisa and Bob had been gone quite a while, so I went looking for them. I heard noises coming from upstairs and quietly went up to take a look.”

Ted went on. “They were in his bedroom; Bob told me later that they had left the door open quite deliberately. Lisa was stark naked with her hips on the edge of the bed, and Bob was between her legs giving her the biggest cock I’d ever seen.” Ted took another drink, and continued.

“It was mesmerizing. I had no idea how, but she was taking all of it and grunting like a bitch in heat, and when she saw me watching, she just smiled, looked right at me, and made the sign of the horns, you know, the cuckold horns, like the sign for the Texas Longhorns. I just stood there slack-jawed while Bob made her scream and moan. I’d never seen her so wild. And when she was pretty well delirious with it, he pushed it all the way in and came in her pussy. When he finally pulled out, he left her totally gaping open with cum just running out of her.”

I sat there, stunned. “I don’t know whether to believe you. What the hell did Lisa say?”

Ted smiled. “She was too fucked out and too fucked up to say much of anything. I helped her pull on some clothes and got her home and put her to bed. The next day we had a long, long talk — the gist of which was that she loved me and wanted to get married but she also wanted more of Bob’s dick, and I needed to support that.”