This is a true story of how fantasy can sometimes wreck your life, forever. Some things are left as pure fantasy.
Part 1...
Sharon and I had only been married three years and we were both 22. We had dated throughout school, married at 19, and on the whole, we were a very happy young couple.
Sharon was a really sexy looking young woman, who was very confident and often quite outwardly flirty.
She always looked and dressed sexy when we went out, and would often wear a lower top or shorter skirt to gain attention from any on lookers.
She used to wear her make up quite heavy, and even for work she looked ‘over the top’ as she worked as a Supervisor at a make up stall in a big department store.
So now you know the type of make up I’m talking about!
She had big 44d boobs and a tiny waist. She stood only 5'2" tall and had really sexy size 3 feet with perfectly pedicured toes.
She was a fantastic looking young lady, in every sense of the word.
When she was 18 she applied to be a model but was very upset when she was turned down. The basic reason was her boobs were just too big and out of proportion to the rest of her size 8 framework.
Because we had been together so long, even at our young ages of 23, during sex we would often talk about other people in bed with us. Pure fantasy - and sometimes it was females we talked of but when she talked of men joining us, she often referring to black men. As is quite common as soon as we had cum, the talk of another person in bed almost repulsed her. Don’t forget - she was a happy married lady!
As time went on she would always mention black men in our dirty talk, and when we watched porn it was always the really well hung, extremely dark black men that turned her on the most.
As I say, she was very attractive, confident and flirty.
At one of her business away trips she told me about an older man of about 45 coming onto her during the seminar weekend and she found his advances welcoming and reassuring, although she was also adamant that nothing ‘happened’ and I vbelieved her.
Sharon almost always dressed for sex, and she looked fantastic every single time. She had some amazing outfits, and she always took time to get ready and get fully made up.
Her obsession with black men came to a head when one day I came home from work to find her on the floor on all fours, with a big black dildo in her arse, and one in her mouth, as she watched a porno with two black men fucking an older, heavily made up tart in the same way.
As soon as she had cum though, things went straight back to normal, although not for long, because as soon as she was horny again, it was always talk of black men that got her off.
As time moved on, every sexual encounter we had with each other ended up with Sharon talking of a black man joining us, and sometimes a group of black men.
I had no issues with this as it got her so hot and steamy!
I was not without my fetishes, and I just loved seeing a female smoke. Sharon categorically refused to join in with this fantasy, and even refused to just hold an unlit cigarette.
Another thing she would not do is go anywhere near my arse. The thought of her rimming me made her (in her own words) want to ‘vomit’. Those were basically her only taboos, and she was happy for me to rim her, and she enjoyed full anal sex also.
More than anything, it was the smoking fantasy that got me off the most, and something I knew I would just have to cope with by the way of porn. She often apologised, but it was just never going to happen.
At work I mentioned Sharon’s black desires to a few of my work colleagues and they said it wasn’t uncommon, and they thought it would be so fit to see Sharon getting sorted out by some black(s)!
About three months passed on and one of my work friends asked me if I had seen the new supervisor who had just joined our firm, his name was Daryl.
I knew he was going to be black, as my friends had all made the point that Sharon would love him.
When I was introduced to him, I agreed with them.
He was 6’4” tall, and of huge build, with really large, strong hands. He was really dark colour, and I thought he was of West Indies origin. He was a lot older than me, probably close to double my age at about 45.
He was really well spoken and a likeable chap. He told me he had been moved down from Birmingham, and had moved down with his brother, and they were living some 15 miles from our office.
The talk was work oriented and no mention of Sharon was made by me.
When I got home that night, I told Sharon about him and that night we had the most amazing sex. She was asking me to describe him as I fucked her from behind, she wanted to know every detail, and as I fucked her, she sucked on her massive black dildo she had now named ‘Daryl’.
“look at me sucking Daryl’s gorgeous black cock!” she laughed, as she sucked and slurped on her black plastic friend.
About three weeks passed and we were at a team building get together at a local bar.
After a few drinks, one of my mates told Daryl that my wife fancied black men, and it was quickly reported to me by someone else that he had been told.
I did not say anything and just ignored the subject all together.
I did tell Sharon when I got home, and she wanted to know his reaction in very close detail. She was quite disappointed when I told her it didn’t come to anything.
The next day Daryl was walking around the open plan office we work in, and came up to my workstation.
“Wow! You are a lucky guy!” he said as he pointed at one of the photos I have on my desk of Sharon, “She is gorgeous!” he once again nodded at another photo.
“Yes, she is a bit special” I agreed.
That night I told Sharon of his comments and she was soaking wet by the time we got to bed.
The next morning, she asked if it would be possible for me to ask Daryl round to ours for supper one evening, and that could be a good lead in for any other fun that may be on the cards.
I deliberated with the idea, and couldn’t sleep thinking about what could happen if I invited him over.
Once at work the next day, I thought I would bite the bullet.
I went into Daryl’s office and closed the door behind me.
“Daryl, I need to ask you something, in total privacy”
“That’s fine” he replied, “What is the problem?”
I hesitated and stuttered the words out – “I want you to meet my wife”
“Meet your wife?”
“Yes Daryl, she wants to meet you. Would you like to come for supper one night?”
“I’d love to!” he responded. “I just thought it was odd how you didn’t say about the supper invite to start with? – You openly asked for me to meet your wife? Does she want to meet your boss or does she want to meet me because I am black? You know how rumours spread around the shop floor.”
I was so embarrassed. I didn’t know where to look, and I was blushing bright red.
“I think a bit of both” is what I replied with, which obviously was a lie, and he knew it.
After a long awkward silence, he said it was up to us when we invited him, as it was our call, and I should run the idea past Sharon and come up with some dates.
I was shaking with excitement as I rang her at lunchtime and she said “lets do it as soon as possible! – Tonight?”
I went back to see Daryl and he confirmed he had no plans for the evening and so the meet time was set for 20:30.
TBC
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