It was New Year’s Eve last year when I first became a cuckold, a willing cuckold I should mention.
Katie and I had been married twenty one years, all of them good.
We had two children a boy and a girl who now had spouses of their own and we’d both decided to further our sexual explorations, somewhat.
Over the years of our marriage we’d often enjoyed our fantasies and even acted some of them out, but one recurring fantasy of us both that we’d never acted out was for Katie to take a lover, a black lover!
Since the kids had flown the coop we’d both decided that the time was ripe.
Katie worked in a local electronics factory, a job she enjoyed and where she socialized regularly with various friends she’d made there.
One of whom was Charlie, a rather large, but extremely friendly black guy built like the proverbial brick shit house. Like me he was an avid football fan and we often went to watch Derby County (our local team) together.
We always went to the pub after to drown our sorrows or to celebrate an all too rare win, it was on one such occasion after we’d imbibed a few pints that he confessed that he thought Katie was one of the sexiest women he’d ever met.
“Thanks,” I grinned. “I think.”
“Oh it was meant purely out of respect, Dave.”
“With just a hint of lust, yeah?”
“Just a tiny bit, Mate.” He laughed and went to the bar for a refill.
The bar was packed, so I took the opportunity of calling Katie at home.
Thankfully, she answered straight away and I told her what I was thinking of doing.
“David, are you sure about this?”
“Definitely, it’s what we’ve talked about for years. It’s a golden chance, Babes.”
Looking up to the bar, I saw he was being served. Well, his sheer size made him very noticeable.
“Hurry up, Babes. He’s on his way back. Yes or no, quickly.”
“Yes.” And she ended the call.
“Checking in?” he laughed.
“Not exactly,” I lied, “Katie just rang to remind me that I’ve got to invite you over on New Year’s Eve.”
“Great, yeah I’ll be there, Mate.” He took a swallow of his beer.
“Who else will be there?”
Fuck, I hadn’t thought about that!
“Don’t know Mate, but she said to make sure I asked you.”
“I expect she wants my body.” He laughed again and I laughed with him.
“Did I tell you that she’s going blind?”
“Fuck off.”
“Bollocks.” And we continued our drinking in companionable silence.
Katie was waiting for me wearing a long, sheer white night gown through which I could see her stockings and a tiny little thong.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she smiled, “apart from making me horny that is.”
“Oh God,” I moaned. “You’re not going to abuse me are you?”
“Damn right, I am.” She smiled evilly. “So, get in the shower now.”
I obeyed her command and after a good wash, I turned the flow onto cold to sober me up as much as possible.
Thinking of the treat in store for me, I went downstairs just wearing a robe and a hard on. Katie’s eyes lit up as she handed me a brandy.
“Promising David,” she smiled, “promising.
“So just how horny are you?” I asked.
“More than horny for you,” she giggled, “So tell me what Charlie said about me.”
“He said you were one of the sexiest women he’d ever met.”
“Only one of them?” She sat down on the couch allowing her robe to fall open showing her lovely, long stocking clad legs and the shape of her pussy through the sheer panties.
“Do you think he’d like to see me like this?”
“Jesus,” I said feeling my cock jerking as I looked.
She reached for the tiny bows on each side of her thong and deftly unfastened them. The tiny scrap of lace fell away from her groin showing her beautiful and freshly shaved slit.
“Or like this?”
“Christ you are horny aren’t you?” I said as I sank to my knees between her open thighs.
“Very,” she confirmed and drew my head down to where she wanted it.
“Ooh yes,” she sighed. “I want him to do this first.”
An image flashed into my mind as I tasted her beautifully fragrant cunt. I imagined her as she was then, only it was Charlie on his knees tasting her, my wife, the mother of my children, the love of my life.
“Deeper,” she breathed. “Lick inside me.”
I snaked my tongue up into her wetness tasting her lovely syrupy moisture, tasting and savoring it.
Her breathing grew shallower as I sucked on her clitoris. She arched her back and pushed her cunt against my mouth breathing now in short, sharp gasps. She was having an orgasm!
“Now, I want fucking,” she said softly. “Fuck me like Charlie’s is going to.”
I moved up and groaned as I felt her hands on my cock, her long nails scraping the skin lightly.
“I bet he’s got a lovely cock,” she whispered. “A lovely big, black, cock.”
“I’ve seen it,” I told her. “It’s fucking huge. He’ll make you scream.”
“I can’t wait,” she breathed dreamily and then sighed as I slid into her sopping wet cunt.
It was only a week until Christmas, so we didn’t have long to wait. Katie came home from work the next day and told me that she’d spoken to Charlie about the party and admitted that he would be the only guest.
“What did he say?”
“He said that in that case, wild horses wouldn’t keep him away.” She hesitated before continuing. “Then he asked if you’d mind if we went for a Christmas drink tomorrow night.”
“Bloody hell,” I laughed. “He’s keen.”
“Yes, isn’t he?” She grinned but still looked nervous.
“Is that it?”
“Well no, not really. He wants it to be just him and me tomorrow.”
“So what did you say?”
“I said yes, I’d like that.”
“And would you like it?”
“Only if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all, Sweetheart. I think it’s quite sexy.”
“That’s not all though.”
“Katie darling, stop worrying and spit it out. Tell me what’s bothering you?”
“He said we should go to his place.”
“Even better.”
“What, you don’t mind?”
Instead of answering, I took her hand and placed it on my groin.
“What do you think?”
“Ooh, I think you’re a very dirty minded man.” she smiled as I lifted the back of her skirt.
Thankfully the following day was our last one before we broke up for the Christmas holidays, so I didn’t have to concentrate too much on my work.
I kept thinking of Katie with Charlie. She was obviously as keen to see him out of work as he was to see her. In common with a lot of other companies, we finished at lunch time. So, I called in at the pub hoping to have a drink with Charlie. He was there all right, but so was my wife!
