The Black Bull, The Hotwife and Cuckold

It all started when my 28 year old wife Sarah told me that her best friend Jill (who is married) was seeing a black guy on the side. It had started out as just a casual thing where Sarah was just sneaking around but now had progressed a month later to the point where Sarah was contemplating splitting up with her husband Dave and was moving in with Marc her new black lover. I was shocked. Jill and my wife were best friends and the thought of Jill fucking a black guy was just shocking.

My wife just couldn’t hold on to the secret any more you see, and I half think she just wanted to see what my reaction was to the thought of Jill sneaking around and of course what I thought about the whole interracial thing. Apparently Jill and Dave had nearly stopped having sex and Dave just seemed to have lost interest in Sarah. Dave’s loss in my opinion as Jill is fucking knockout. Jill had met Sarah back in college. I was dating Sarah at the time but I had always fantasized about hooking up with Jill, but it never happened. Dave and I played cards together and watched NASCAR … shit like that. I wouldn’t say we were as close as the girls we are enough that I was surprised that Sarah was now telling me. She had to know that it would be tough for me to keep from telling Dave.

Sarah and Jill are joined at the hip and through my conversation that night with Sarah I discovered that Jill had met the black guy one night when she and my wife were out clubbing. The whole thing happened quickly at first and was a complete impulse by Jill. I’m sure the fact Dave wasn’t screwing her helped her lose her inhibitions. I boldly exclaimed to my wife that if I would have known Jill wasn’t getting any I would have tried to get with her. (It maybe wasn’t completely appropriate and my wife paused a little as if she was planning to store what I had just said in her memory to be used a later time.) Marc had asked Jill to dance and later he brought over a bottle of champaign to their table and started drinking with the girls. Jill got very bold from all the attention that Marc had given her. He easily slid his hand over ass while they danced on the dance floor and they sat very close together and seemed to melt into each other. My wife Sarah was in shock but I’m sure she was also excited for her friend to be out exploring what fun she could be having without being stuck with lame old Dave. Sarah told me how as the evening went on and the drinks poured that Jill and Marc got extremely cozy.

When Sarah and Jill went to use the ladies room together my wife couldn’t believe it when Jill announced that she intended to get fucked by Marc that very night. While sitting at the table Jill had ran her hand up Marc’s thigh and found that the guy wasn’t hard but he had a cock that had to be twice as long as her hubbies. What they say is true I guess. Upon returning to the table Sarah said that she didn’t feel good (which was bullshit) and needed to go home. She asked Marc to give Jill a ride home to which Marc smiled and happily said he would. As Sarah left she gave her friend a hug and made her promise to give her all the details in the morning. My wife got the details the next morning. Jill immediately gave Marc a blowjob in his car. He took her to his place and proceeded to pound her pussy for hours. Jill told my wife that her pussy had never felt that full and that Marc had made her cum so many times she nearly passed out.

Over the course of the next month Jill saw Marc every chance she could. They’d meet at his place, in cheap motels and in the parking garage at Jill’s work. Sarah provided cover unbeknownst to me on many occasions for the pair. My wife continued on with the story and this is where my curiosity for details with Jill and Marc’s affair turned to suspicion. My wife went on to tell me that Marc liked her and had even been making advances behind Jill’s back. He even told Sarah that he had a couple of friends that were also interested in hooking up with a hot white chick like Sarah. This is where my spider sense started tingling. Here was my wife telling me all of this and for a moment I was jealous and almost paralyzed with rage but then I realized that if my wife had wanted to go out and fuck a black guy there was absolutely nothing stopping her. I was little different than poor Dave who was clueless that his prim and proper wife was now a black cock whore. A wedding ring doesn’t plug holes my friends but my wife’s respect for me and our marriage had kept her from straying … so far. I was proud of my wife that she felt secure enough to come and tell me this.

I could tell my wife was turned on by the affair her friend was having. My wife and I literally play chess together. She’s very good and she usually beats me at the game.