CHAPTER FOUR
The fan spinning above me seemed foreign, as did everything else in the room. I blinked my eyes open in a daze. I knew I was in my own home, in my own bed, but something wasn't quite right.
I looked to my left and Kathy was absent, sexually disheveled bedding in her place. I heard the commotion of pots and pans and breakfast sizzle emanating from the kitchen, but I made no attempt to investigate. I glanced at her nightstand and saw the package of birth control, opened, tabs missing. I cringed, and shook my head groggily as the sounds and images of the previous night ran through my mind. Moments ago I was certain it was all a dream. Realizing now at the onset of the reality, it felt more apt to call it a waking nightmare.
My neighbor had fucked my wife. Richard was a good man, and kind. He was also big, and black, and massively hung. I sat in witness as he bombarded Kathy with a blissful onslaught of powerful orgasms. Their first sexual romp was relatively quick. She was waiting for him on our bed, naked and willing. He mounted her sensually - eventually stuffing his enormous cock deep into her pussy. Mere minutes later she came with sexual ferocity, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure hijacked her nervous system. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. When she finally recovered Richard took her from behind, pounding Kathy with passion, eventually roaring and emptying his massive black balls deep into her womanhood. I came at the sight of it, spewing my own eruption across my lap as another man unleashed himself into my wife.
I thought that would be the end of it. I thought that singularly taboo moment, another man cumming in my wife, would douse this inexplicable flame of marriage altering exploration. I was wrong. I bore witness to another lust fueled session of interracial, extramarital sex, even cumming again at the sexual napalm occurring in front of me. Kathy rode atop him, beneath him, on her side, on her back. Her beautiful white breasts bouncing, responding to his powerful thrusts, her perfect milky ass shaking and jiggling as his onyx tube invaded her succulent, welcoming pussy. Her sopping wet sex clung to his large black organ as if it was destined to be penetrated by it.
As they mated their verbal exchanges grew bold. With each passing position, with each passing orgasm, their dialogue would enter realms of more extreme taboo, more incendiary sexual fuel. The memory of it crushed me, but somehow that same recollection caused my dick to harden.
My wife's blissful moans and groans escaping through her naughty words, "Mmm... Richard... I love your big cock." she would kiss him deeply after she said it, giving in to the moment.
Richard, to his credit, avoided disrespecting me, but in the heat of their more passionate exchanges certain truths escaped - despite the attempted bizarre decorum.
Kathy gazed downward, past her swaying tits, watching with bitten lip as his massive black cock plunged in and out of her. Richard would speak, "You like watching that?"
Kathy would moan and nod in response. Richard joined her in looking down at their colliding sexes, continuing to stir her passion "I love watching that married pussy take it all." Kathy moaned louder, and clawed into his back as he picked up speed. Her pleasure was undeniable "Ohh! Oh God! Richarddd! I can't believe you're fucking meee!" I looked on in aroused horror as Richard's massive black balls slapped against the lily rear of my wife. His mammoth organ plunged in and out of her, coated in a lathery cream of her cum. She continued to groan out her compliments through her writhing. "It's so... I can't... believe... how good it feels... Don't stoppp!!" They both exploded in delirious pleasure as they came, once again, in powerful unison.
That's the last thing I remembered from the evening.
Come to think of it, I don't even remember how I made my way to the bed. The last memory I have is erupting and then slumping back into the chair. Reality slipping away as I blacked out into a slumber.
Looking about my empty bedroom I had a hard time reconciling it all. How could I have let this happen? My wife was taken by another man last night, a man with a penis and body that was much more masculine than my own. I prided myself in being open minded on all things. I respected marriage while simultaneously recognizing its inherent flaws when contrasted against our programming as humans. Was my mind so open that I accidentally approached this idea too far separated from my vows as a husband? Why didn't Kathy put a stop to it? Did she not respect me as a man, as a lover?
No. That couldn't be it. We had great sex, a lot of it. I made her orgasm almost regularly... It was clear and evident over many years that I knew how to satisfy her. I thought back on the 'sexcapades' we had on our honeymoon, but my mind couldn't help itself, and a comparison to Richard was drawn. Another image of Kathy's body racked by mind blowing orgasm flashed across my eyes, massive black cock embedded inside of her pussy.
My mind began to race, and I suddenly felt a panic. For a moment I felt like we... like I... had made a horrible mistake. Our marriage would never be the same. Another deviant image flashed through my head, Richard's large shaft penetrating Kathy once again, her body writhing in incredible pleasure as he invaded her sex, her moans as clear as day. If it was such a terrible mistake than why did it excite me so, even now after the reality of it had occurred in this very bed?
Richard himself had said that many other couples explore things like this, that other husbands enjoy the outrageous taboo of witnessing their wife experience a larger man. I knew better than to believe that outright, but after experiencing this arousal, this inexplicably strong arousal...
Before I had time to further ponder our new reality the bedroom door creaked open. I looked up to see Kathy slowly entering, a tray of bacon, coffee, and orange juice in hand. She looked positively radiant, her entire aura seemingly glowing as she smiled at me. Her hair was perfectly kept, flowing down to her shoulders. She was only dressed in a short sleeved shirt and some linen shorts, but she looked beautiful nonetheless. There was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes as she spoke, "Good morning..." she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, nervously, "Oops. I mean good afternoon."
She moved to the side of the bed and placed the tray down across my stomach, allowing me immediate access to my breakfast. Before I could offer my thanks she interrupted me. "We... s-should probably talk about last night." she stammered, clearly feeling some uncertainty. Clearing thinking of nothing else the entire morning.
Kathy sat down next to me, her large breasts bouncing under her bra-less shirt as her tush hit the bed cushion. Absurdly, my dick stirred at the sight of it. Even after the events of last night I found her relentlessly attractive. Another perverse mental image flashed through my mind, this time of Richards mouth suckling on my wife's large tits.
Reality slipped back in as Kathy grabbed my attention. She brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling at me "Hi." she said.
I took a reluctant bite of bacon, and returned her pleasantry with a mouth full of food. "Hi." I replied, chewing. I really didn't know how to act around her at this moment in time. My feelings were beyond conflicted, confused.
She prodded more, clearly overwhelmed with discomfort "Are you going to talk to me?" There were a mix of emotions in her eyes. I saw fear, I saw love, I saw that same confusion that I was experiencing.
I took another bite of bacon, this time following it with a gulp of orange juice, awkward in reply, "Yea babe - Of course."
She rested her hand on my thigh, asking with noticeable hesitation, "Are you... mad at me?"
I shook my head, and thought about it for a moment.
Was I? My wife had willingly slept with another man, but I was there for it. I was the one, in a short sighted erotic fog, that allowed it to happen.
I finally found my voice, replying, "No baby. No... I'm just. I don't know." I paused, long. She waited patiently, her hand still resting on my thigh. I looked at her, continuing, "I'm confused. I'm mad... at myself."
She responded with nervous energy, "Don't be! There's no reason to be mad! We are here in this bed, married, and in love with each other. I've been thinking about how lucky we are all morning. We are so comfortable and so open with each other. We just had some naughty fun, like a lot of married couples. Are you regretting it? Do you want to try another girl? We could do that."
She was speaking quickly, nerves controlling her cadence. It was clear she was experiencing some conflicting feelings, and her reassurance and offering was her own attempt as assuaging any lingering doubts she might have had - but she wasn't necessarily wrong. I refused to believe that the past few months of foreplay all occurred in a cloud of bad judgement. There was very real eroticism to it all, and during the entire thing feelings were expressed openly and honestly - between all parties. It really did just seem like something adults might do, some dangerous, naughty, sexual fun. Still, there were some very real consequences that needed to be dealt with. But the thought of another girl was the furthest thing from my mind, and I also wasn't completely willing to buy in on the concept that 'a lot' of married couples did things like this.
I replied, mirroring my thoughts, "What? Kat, no. It's not that, I don't want anyone else. I just doubt many married couples do anything like that." I shook my head in resignation.
Kathy made a face hinting at disagreement, and reached for her phone. She tapped a couple words and handed it to me.
The images on the screen were shocking, erotic, and bountiful. Seemingly hundreds of pictures of different couples, wives, other men, black men. Husbands photographing their wives enjoying much larger men.
My wife's voice chimed in, meekly. "They say it's the biggest sexual fantasy for married couples. It's getting more and more popular too. It's called cuckolding, or hotwifing, or swinging." she paused, and then continued again "I've been researching it all morning."
I looked up at her, "Why?"
She blushed, "I don't know... I guess I just wanted some... reassurance, or, confirmation. Last night was... exciting, and it seemed so... natural." The shade of red on her blushing cheeks continued to deepen. "I don't know. I just knew we couldn't be the only ones who had experienced something like that... and sure enough. It's everywhere."
I didn't know how to react to any of this, but the combination of the erotic photos on the screen and my wife's bold words caused my dick to begin to harden.
I finally found my voice, "I can't believe what I'm hearing." My face was flush, and my boxers were tenting.
Kathy noticed.
I saw a smile appear on her lips, and she reached for me. "Mmm. He's excited is he? I thought after that beating you gave him last night he'd need a couple days off."
She quickly reached her hand into my shorts, grabbing my shaft. I groaned and titled my head back. I couldn't believe wife had noticed my masturbatory marathon as I watched Richard pound her. A part of me was thankful, relieved, that she was finally touching me, and not another man.
I managed a delirious "I can't believe any of this. I can't believe we did it."
Kathy exposed me, stretching my shorts down. I glanced down and saw her hand pumping away at my manhood. I wondered what she thought of it now that she had experienced a much larger man. She spoke softly in reply, almost teasing. "I know baby. It was so crazy, so naughty." she nibbled sexily at my earlobe, causing my balls to boil at a rapid pace. "But it was hot, and I know we both had fun."
I clenched the sheets, melting back into the bed. My wife reached into her top and pulled out one of her breasts, resting it on my face and lips. I instinctively began slurping and kissing her nipples as she jerked me off. I found some room to speak in between kisses, my arousal providing me with the bravado I needed to ask about the night.
"So how good was it, really?" I managed, throatily. It was a stupid question - dangerous and loaded.
I glanced up beyond her smothering breast and saw her bite her lip, she nodded. "It was amazing..." She looked down at my dick, pumping even faster as she admitted her pleasure.
"I felt so... full. I never knew it could feel like that..." She continued pumping, my dick strained, impossibly hard.
"It turned me on so much that you were there. I can't explain it. When he was in me and I looked over and saw you watching. I felt so sexy. I felt like the naughtiest girl in the world."
Feeling emboldened, she asked, "Did you like watching me?"
I nodded immediately, I didn't care anymore. "Yes... It was surreal. You looked beautiful."
She smiled, looking relieved, her cheeks blushing again.
I pressed her thoughts, probing for more. "Would you... Do you want... to do it again?"
She stuttered, but continued stroking my sex. "No, I-Uh, I... don't know... Would you want me too?"
I knew she would want to, and a crazed part of me wanted to see her in that position again, but I knew we needed to be careful. "I... don't know."
Kathy leaned in to kiss me, sensing I was getting near to cumming "I always knew you were a bit of a voyeur." she leaned down and began whispering in my ear.
"Cum for me baby."
My mind wandered back to last night, specifically Richard's roar as he pumped his seed into Kathy, my wife's eyes rolling back into her head as she came harder than I thought possible, all over another man's big cock.
I erupted, spurting what seed I had remaining onto her hand and my stomach. She stroked me to completion, and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you." she said.
"I love you too."