Tasting my Wife . . . a Confession
A Boston husband's confession.
This lifestyle has a habit of changing you into what you never thought was possible about yourself . . .
My former wife is named Amy and this is about how things began and went wrong for us.
We were married for 12 years but only started enjoying this lifestyle during our last 5-6 years together. Things went well when we first started, but as the months went on, we got to be having plenty of fun that we didn’t care too much about holding ourselves back. We went out to nightclubs and I would leave Amy to mingle with whomever she fancied. A few of the guys she met often returned home with us.
It didn’t take long before Amy found herself a regular lover and months later, invited him to move into our home. Before he became a mainstay in our house, she implicitly told me that part of my duty would be to suck him and get him hard for whenever he wanted to fuck her. She knew how much I loved to taste her lover’s cock and decided to grant me this wish. I agreed to do it for her, like I wanted nothing else.
The impending day came when her lover arrived with his luggage, very much ready to start taking my white wife in front of me. It is a day I will never forget. We went to the bedroom to undressed. He laid on the bed, waiting. Then Amy looked at me and called me a little Dick boy, and ordered me to go suck her lover’s cock and make it hard for her.
Her Black lover spread his leg for me and I lay before him and took his big black dick in my mouth. It was so amazing how happy I was to suck her lover’s big black dick. I sucked on it till it was rock hard. My wife’s stud kept calling me a little sissy boy, saying that I seem to love what I’m doing.
Once he was rock hard enough, Amy told me to get off him, which I did. His cock was massive and I was surprised to this day that I managed a good job. Amy later told me to sit back and watch how a real man fucks a woman. I did as she demanded, and for the next hour-plus, watched as he entered Amy’s sweet pussy. She was screaming her lover’s name even before he began. My little penis stayed hard the entire time.
They fucked in so many different positions. I watched him pull her to the foot of the bed and got down on his knees to lick and suck her pussy. After a few minutes, he pointed at me, motioning me to come and lie down between his legs. I did as he instructed me to do.
He put his knees in between both armpits than shoved me up against the foot board to where I couldn't move. He then shoved his dick in my mouth, and I obliged to clean his cock. It felt so amazing just the sweet taste of my wife's juice all over his dick. He had my wife cumin like a wild animal just by eating her pussy.
I became so addicted there and then, that a year after her lover moved away to another city, whenever Amy got to fuck any black man, I always reminded her to allow me to suck his cock to get him hard enough to fuck her. She loved it, too, but later things went bad between us. According to Amy, I was neglecting my place. She said that I enjoyed sucking black cock more than I enjoyed watching her have sex. I couldn’t help but get upset when she mentioned that; it sounded like she was accusing me of having much fun than she was enjoying herself. Amy started seeing other men without allowing me to accompany her. That got me mad, so then I took it upon myself to go about servicing black men around while she did her own thing.
Unfortunately, we never did meet a compromise. We ended up getting a divorce. I consider it my fault that I couldn’t contain myself, and that I never listened to you when you earlier told me to get Amy a special lover to satisfy both of us. Maybe if I had listened to you then, we’d still be together. She’s gotten married to her current black lover, and we still talk when we can. As for me, I cannot make myself stop going out to service black men.
Do you think I was wrong to allow her serve black men on her own?
Greg from Boston, MA.