I got married to a beautiful mature Lebanese woman, love was divine and making love was great! Cuckolding never entered my mind. She seldom initiated sex but she truly enjoyed it. I know she did because, after her second orgasms, she transformed into a wild woman. She wanted more. And more. It’s like after she came twice, she was eager for sex and pleasure, wherever it comes from! And that’s when I started to get suspicions that she could, under certain circumstances, become a slut, needing to be fucked, no matter how! That was my first clue.
She assumed my cock was long. Her ex-boyfriends must have been short because I didn’t consider myself well endowed. Very turned on with a full erection I got just over 7 inches (18 cm) medium width. We sometimes had sex twice before going to sleep and when we had privacy, and enough time for me to get hard again, we went for a long third time! If her moans, screams, and orgasms were any indications, she was sexually satisfied.
Eventually, I bought a vibrator. I chose a white model about the same size as my cock, maybe just a bit harder, and although she was reticent at first, she realized it could add to her pleasure and accepted it. She called it “your little friend”, and we used it from time to time.
Fast forward a dozen years or so, we have a family now, monotony reigns in our house (happiness was scarce), and in our bed (orgasms rare and far apart). Day to day life was boring. Of course, I had started masturbating to compensate. Our marital sex was not what it had been. Around that time, I got my second hint of naughty/nasty behavior. I was still completely oblivious to their meaning, but they were there. One precious night, we just had very pleasurable sex and each had an intense orgasm. It was a sensuous and erotic moment. I ejaculated inside her cunt and laid beside her before pulling out. We wipe ourselves and she says
“Why don’t you go in the drawer and bring out your little friend and continue pleasuring me with it ?”
I was surprised but of course, complied! We had A LOT of fun. But I never forgot the incident. I should have known that something was amiss.
A few years later, our 16-year-old told us that she had a new boyfriend, and he was an 18-year-old black Jamaican. My wife didn’t react well at all. I never knew she had such intense racial prejudices. When we were alone, she explained her reasons.
“She’s too young! She’s a minor! What happens if he kisses her?”
“If they kiss, they kiss, what’s the problem, it’s just kissing !”
“No, it’s not! It’s not just kissing. Don’t you know what happens when a black man kisses a woman with those thick full lips? She won’t be able to resist.”
“Yes! Don’t be naïve! You know about black men! They have thick black lips, so soft when they kiss a woman, she just melts into his arms. Those lips are so seductive, a woman can’t withstand the attraction and if, God forbid! , the kiss lasts a long time and then he slips his thick tongue in her mouth! It’s irresistible! Oh, my poor baby girl!”
“You’re serious? How would you know all that?”
“Remember, I told you about that party in my apartment when I was 25. Everybody left, except a black man who had been flirting with me all evening. I asked my BFF not to leave me alone with him, but she couldn’t stay. He tried to seduce me, he kissed me with his delicious lips. Didn’t I tell you, I melted? I tried to resist but he was so tall. And strong. He kept on kissing me and then darted his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to protest and kept up trying to push him away. But I couldn’t. I was overcome by those lips.”