I frowned. “That’s a hell of big ask, wasn’t it?” I said, rather judgmentally.
“Yeah, it was,” Ted replied. “But the thing is, I love Lisa and the fact that she loves black dick doesn’t really bother me any more. In fact, after watching her with Bob, I couldn’t get it out of my head — I wanted to see more of it. It’s become a pretty regular event for us, maybe once a week, sometimes more often. These days, Lisa sometimes goes to Bob’s place and makes me wait at home for her.”
“So what are you telling me — that I should persuade Kait to fuck Bob? She’d never agree to it,” I protested.
Ted just laughed. “You need to get real on that point. Lisa and I have learned a hell of a lot in the last two months, and one of the big lessons is that this kind of stuff is going on all over the place. Bob said it used to be only older couples, like in their 40s and 50s, but now he says more and more married couples in their 20s and 30s are taking black dick in the marriage bed. I won’t tell you who, but I know for a fact that three other wives at the firm — all under 30 — are in the lifestyle thanks to Bob.”
Ted looked at me intently. “You’ve said that your love life with Kait is pretty vanilla. I can pretty well guarantee you that you’ll see a side of her you would never even dream about. But there are some serious issues you need to think about, too.”
“Such as what?” I asked.
Ted grew serious. “Well, first off no matter how good in the sack you think you are, you’re just not in the same league. It’s humbling to see your partner respond in ways you’ve never seen before and most likely will never achieve with her on your best day. And you can bet Kait won’t be shy about telling you so, either.”
“Second,” he continued, “the dynamic of the relationship changes. You won’t be the alpha male anymore — your role is to support and facilitate, not to lead. If you work it out in advance, you can still have her pussy if she feels up to it once she’s been blacked, but there’s no guarantee. And the specifics of getting her pussy can be pretty liberally interpreted. Tell me, have you ever gone down on Kait after you’ve come in her?” he asked.
“Nope, sure haven’t,” I allowed.
“Well, you might want to try it some before she takes black dick, ’cause you’re more than likely to be doing it a lot when she’s been fucked by another guy, ” Ted replied.
“Third,” he continued, “and this is the most important point to keep in mind — once you go down this road, there’s no guarantee that you can turn back. I don’t think Lisa would give up black dick if I begged her to, not that I’d suggest it at this point.”
I sighed. “Okay, even if I’m interested I don’t think there’s a snowball’s chance in hell that Kait would consider it. Right now, she’s so pissed she won’t event talk to me,” I sad, glumly.
Ted nodded. “If that’s true, I can have Lisa talk to her about it. She can give her the benefit of our experience.”
I was lost in thought. “You really like this?” I asked.
“Man, I’m hard as a rock 24/7. There is nothing, and I mean nothing hotter than seeing Lisa taking 10 thick inches of black dick. I never thought I’d say this, but I’d almost rather watch her get fucked by big black cock than fuck her myself,” Ted concluded.
We chatted a while longer, and called it a night.
Ted wished me luck. “Check your e-mail in an hour, I’m going to send you something,” he said as I closed the door behind him.
I zoned out on TV for a while, and then checked my mail. There was a note from Ted with an embedded link in it. “Check this out,” the note read, “but if you ever show this to anyone but Kait I swear I’ll make you pay.”
When I clicked on the link it took me to a file download marked “Lisa.flv” which I downloaded and then hit the play button. What I saw as seeing was an attractive woman, sitting on the biggest blackest dick I had ever seen. She was bouncing up and down and moaning, facing away from her lover, toward the camera. The camera eventually panned up and focused on the woman’s face. It was unmistakably Lisa. I nearly fell out of my chair, but the video ended. I think that was the moment I knew that I wanted Kait to go black, and damn the consequences. I fell asleep dreaming of the brief video file that Ted had sent, only instead of Lisa it was Kait riding black cock, looking right at me and telling me how good it was.
Kait came home the next day, but it was obvious from her aloofness that I’d clearly overstepped some internal limit and had shocked her, perhaps really hurt her. I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but I held my peace, waiting for her to open up.
It took a while, but she finally came into my office, sat down across from me, and said, “I don’t quite know what to make of the videos, Rick. I mean, I thought I knew you but it sure seems like I don’t. Do you really fantasize about that stuff?”
I knew I had to answer her. “Yes, I do, to be honest,” and held my breath. She looked at me intensely.
“Is it just about white women with black guys?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “I’m not into commercial interracial stuff. I like watching amateur videos, one where white wives go black.”
Kait looked right into my eyes. “Is this just an abstract interest, or do you imagine me with a black guy?” she asked.
I took a long moment to reply. There was no going back now that we were talking. “Yes, I definitely think about you with black guys, only it’s more than just a fantasy. I think I want it to happen for real,” I said. I was all in.
Kait looked at me for a long time without speaking. “Aren’t you worried that this could just destroy what we have? I mean, what happens if I like making love to a black guy more than I like making love to you?” she asked.
“I pretty much assume you will,” I replied. “In fact, that’s part of the allure. It may sound crazy, but I hope Bob will take you places you’ve never been sexually with me, and show me a side of you I’ve never seen.”
“Aren’t you worried I’ll leave?” she asked.
I nodded. “It’s a risk, fair enough, but I think there’s more of a chance of that happening with couples where one partner sneaks around and cheated, not with cuckold couples who are open with each other and made it part of their love life.”
Then Kait surprised the hell out of me. “I poured my heart out to Annie, but instead of commiserating about what a bastard you are she told me not to be such a prude. It turns out that Annie has been cuckolding Sean with a black guy from work for about a year now,” Kait explained. “She said it was by far the hottest thing she had ever done and that Sean loved it too. She actually said I was lucky you were so supportive.”
Kait sighed. “I really love you Rick, and I’m really scared this will tear us apart. But if this is what you really want, I’m willing to try it, with a couple of conditions. First off, I am making absolutely no promises about doing this more than once. I don’t expect that even if we both really like it the situation will become anything regular. Second, I call the shots. If I don’t like it, we stop. You don’t pressure me to do it again.”
“And if you like it?” I asked.
“Then you better remember that you asked me to do it,” Kait replied.
I kissed her, and told her I loved her more than anything. And then I told her I would speak to Bob Purdy in the morning.
I was nervous as hell when I got to work the next day. I tried to get some work done, but found the only thing I could think about was Kaitlyn riding Bob Purdy’s big black dick. I finally knocked on Bob’s door and asked if I could speak with him. He motioned to me to take a seat.
“What can I do for you today?” he asked.
I must have turned bright red because without saying a word, Bob stood up, walked to the door, and closed it.
“Now, what’s on your mind?”
I hemmed and hawed and finally stammered out something about Ted and Lisa.
“Ted mentioned you might drop by,” he said. “Do I gather that you and Kaitlyn are interested in joining the lifestyle?”
I nodded.
“Are you sure about it? I ask, because if one or the other of you is opposed it will cause a real problem, and I don’t put up with drama,” he added.
“I guess w’re as sure as we can be, but we’re really nervous about it,” I replied.
“Perfectly normal,” he said. “I’m free on Friday. Here’s my address. I’ll see you at seven.”
When I got home that evening, I could hardly wait to tell Kaitlyn about my conversation with Bob. She listened, carefully, while drinking a glass of wine.
Finally, she replied. “Okay, but I just want to remind you that you asked for this. You better not get pissed off at me.”
Friday rolled around quickly enough. Kait wasn’t sure what to wear, so I suggested she dress a bit suggestively. She put on a thong, a short black skirt, and a semi opaque blouse. No bra. The ride to Bob’s was quiet as we were both lost in thought.
When I pulled into Bob’s driveway, Kaitlyn looked at me and said “I guess this is the last chance for you to call this off. I’m not going to”
Then she got out of the car and walked up to the front door, as if to emphasize her point that it wasn’t going to be her calling a halt. By the time I caught up with her, Bob had already opened the door and ushered Kait into the house.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, smiling.
“Yeah, right, said the spider to the fly,” I thought, but kept it to myself.
Bob was friendly, funny, and charming, and an outrageous flirt. He managed to put Kait at ease pretty easily, serving us a “special libation from a secret recipe,” which turned out to be an easy to drink punch. In no time at all, Kait and I were laughing and chatting with Bob like he was an old family friend. After a couple of punches, I started to feel pretty relaxed and kind of spaced out. So evidently was Kait.
Bob smiled. “I put a little something in the punch to get you both relaxed. Nothing serious and perfectly safe.”
Kait giggled. “Whatever it is, it’s working just fine!” she said.
“So,” Bob said, “what would you like to know? Any questions?”
Kait was swaying to some inner music that only she could hear, and her eyes were soft and unfocused.
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