Before I start I have to say it's good to know there are so many other couples out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. The stories on this board are a constant inspiration to us all and I am delighted to be able to finally add my own. My wife Sandra and I are from West Sussex in Britain. We are twenty nine and thirty one respectively and own a converted, English farmhouse in a pleasant country setting. Our marriage has lasted a total of six, happy years thus far and we have a two year old daughter together called Zoey. Needless to say, I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a super figure she is a popular and active member of our little village community. We are lucky enough to have a select, little social circle, plenty of friends and a life that is very comfortable. There is nothing I enjoy more than having lovely Sandra on my arm and spending time with my family. With all this in mind I'm pleased to announce that my wife now joins the ranks of hot wives who have slept with other men. Her 'Bull' Jamal, a true African native of Liberia I might add, has been bedding her regularly for the last six months. It's been a long road I can tell you. I hope you will enjoy our tale.
The interracial cuckold scene had interested me greatly for years. I had been reading for some time how it had been growing in Britain though remained a little way behind our friends in the States. Our own secret life had been building slowly for some time but really gained momentum in December and January of last year. My fantasies were becoming more vivid yet up until Jamal, Sandra had never been unfaithful to me and was quite simply a devoted wife and mother. I'd known from the start that sleeping with another man would not at first appeal to her sensibilities and that I would have to work hard to persuade her. Although we had talked about it in bed and enjoyed the resulting sexual thrills she never pictured herself undertaking anything real. It's fair to say that once content with my fantasy, I would never have dreamed we would find ourselves in the situation we now are. For my part these recent times have brought out all kind of emotions; jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even at times: resentment. All in the knowledge that I have encouraged my once loyal wife to go out on dates with a black man whom I know gives her a far better seeing too than I ever could.
Sandra was twenty nine in August and the envy of many of my friends. Standing a little over 5,7 she is a stylish brunette with obvious taste. Her features are distinct, classic and crisp with penetrating brown eyes, flawless white skin and dark hair that usually falls just below her slender shoulders. Leggy and with big tits, Sandra always enjoys being well manicured and presented with frequent visits to the salon in town and the local health spa were she catches up frequently with some of her friends. You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband who always enjoyed having other men look at his wife. Be she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Sandra always catches the eye. Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had the body it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is always first on the list. Not that she was an extrovert or exhibitionist, more quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.
As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a short skirt and high heels or showing off her 32dd cleavage. In the beginning she was often unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked, especially if we were with friends and she would find my requests embarrassing or uncomfortable. Having her magnificent tits on display at the dinner table was more my cup-of-tea than hers as I would enjoy having other men take note. The wedding band on her finger was a serious tie for her. Sandra's family were all proud and well-to-do. She had been brought up with good Christian beliefs and although not as strong willed as her parents she always insisted that we take Zoey to Church every Sunday. I provided well too I might add. The black cock is harder than ever for established white, cultured ladies.
One of the first times I got her to dress as I would like was at a work associated Christmas party in the city. I returned home one day with a revealing dress I wanted her to wear that night. Having given a frank 'No' for years she somehow agreed when she realised how much it meant to me. Perhaps she reasoned that most guests at the party were due to be clients and strangers who she would not meet again. Maybe she felt a certain thrill too out of acting a different role. I'll always remember that night as it was such a novel experience. Especially seeing my self-conscious wife moving heavily without her bra and showing off her gorgeous, waxed legs. Pulling nervously at the hem as she attracted attention from a variety of men. Sandra didn't enjoy it. The distasteful looks from other women and the three twenty-something men who tried to chat her up when I was away from her side said it all. How they must have looked and taken her for a whore. She insisted we leave early but by then I had taken my fill.
My fantasy stretched further and I won't lie to the fact that after that night I dreamt of watching another man fucking Sandra while I watched. I thought about it at work, at home, on holiday. My perverted mind drawing pictures on paper pads and using the family photos I had of her on my desk to design all sorts of twisted scenarios in my head. I imagined it would make me jealous and even powerless. A feeling I knew I would relish. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The risk of losing her too great, though I thought, somewhat painstakingly about bringing a well endowed stud into our bedroom for real, determined that it should not be someone we both knew. Yes, I know what your thinking. I was playing a dangerous game but I really wanted to make her happy too. Telling myself that it was all for her. I waited until our anniversary to ask her and as an added incentive I bought her the most wonderful gifts I could. She was thrilled, at first. Across the dinner table the look of love on my wife's face mirrored in my own. Though when I put my adulterous question to her I saw those dark eyes drop. Her heart sink. For a moment I thought I had lost her. Then, wiping a tear from her eye she said she would. For me.
One night soon afterwards I was on an internet chat-room that was designed for cuckolds and black men seeking white women. I'd read letters and stories. Now I knew my wife would go to bed with another man for me the notion was to find a suitable male as quickly as possible. Somehow I knew I'd have no problem finding a horny stud to take Sandra's married pussy. Cuckold type relationships were real and out there and as I chatted with several other husbands I felt my need grow. One husband was very helpful indeed and offered to introduce me to a regular black 'Alpha' male who he said was a regular on the site. His nametag was RealAfricanMan4U. The same said it all and after some brief pleasantries he told me his real name was Jamal. A true black 'Bull', born in Liberia he had been living for the last two years in Britain. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanour appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Sandra was unmistakable and like me Jamal saw a rare opportunity. He bragged early that he had experience, including a single, white woman in London he'd been fucking for several months. When he asked me what my interest was I didn't lie. I was looking for a black Bull to fuck my wife. It was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn't realised it fully until then but he had. We chatted some more. Travelling for him wasn't an issue, especially if he got to meet a woman who was 'worth it'. He asked if my wife had been 'blacked' before and that I send him some photos.
Luckily I had some of our previous years holiday in Spain on the computer. Sandra had worn a orange bikini top that was slightly too small for her and the photos revealed her figure to a tee. I had kept the pictures for myself though this was the first time anyone other than ourselves had seen them. Excitedly I uploaded a few to my email included several from a recent civil engagement in town and clicked 'send'. Jamal liked what he saw and immediately asked for more. Adding that Sandra was far more attractive than his own wife back home in Liberia. His final admission was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
'Enjoyed pix very much. Would love to fuck your lady wife for you'. The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife of six years to a potential bull. The response was terrific. People from all over offered support.
.... There is more of this story ...