Funny how finding another mans sock in your house could bring back memories
 

First off, I know I post a lot here and I hope you all are not tired of seeing my posts. I really do appreciate these forums and I don't want to overload them with my stories. Please let me know if you like or dislike the long winded stories of my life.

Now that I put that out there, here's a true story that happened to me last night. As you may know, my wife Amanda and I had a very open marriage. We got involved in the cuckold interracial thing some years ago. What started out as a way to put excitement in our sex life, ended up taking over our lives. It got to the point where she eventually moved out to go live with an older black man.

But, before things got to that point, we had a lot of fun times. Amanda's transformation from a conservative woman to an outgoing woman well aware of her sexuality was the main source of our fun. Her rediscovery of her feelings and my desire to explore them with other men took away the barriers of traditional married life.

During the high point or insane point, depending on how you look at it, Amanda developed relationships with a couple black men. At the time, I found the role of being a cuckold husband being very exciting. It's hard for me to put into words how intoxicating it was to see my wife totally comfortable with another man. She acted like having other men in her life was completely normal and natural. After a while, she welcoming a couple of her closest friends into our house and into our bedroom. She eventually got very close to one man in particular and that's when her sexual escapades became more frequent and intense. And what was I doing while my wife and her bull were fucking away in our bedroom; at first I was addicted to jerking off while watching them. When Amanda wanted some privacy, I listened to them from our guest bedroom. When things turned into him staying all night, I slept in this guest bedroom imagining what they were doing. Looking back, I wasn't the only one addicted; my sweet loving with was addicted to the sexual thrills she was getting. I can only imagine what they thought of her. I mean what would any man think about a 40 year old married white woman that openly fucks black men at her own house.

So what does all of this have to do with finding a man's sock in our house? I found this sock stuck down between our bed's box spring and the wall. I don't know who the sock belonged to, but I do know he was one of the men that my ex invited into our bedroom. And I am certain that his sock was not the only thing he left behind with her.

Love your stories
 

I envy you, know my wife has had black men but it always been behind my back or a few she has told me about after the fact. Wish she were more honest about it like your wife.

Jimmielee, At the time I thought I had the best, hottest wife ever. She was a one in a million woman, she always appeared to be honest and true to me no matter what we were doing. If you met her and did not know about our private life, I'm sure you'd think she was a good person. But, there was another side to her that really only came out after we took the plunge into the whole cuckold thing. It seemed like having my encouragement and the freedom to have sex with black men awakened a part of her that was obvious buried inside her. At the time, it was a side of her that I really enjoyed for my own sexual gratification. It wasn't what I first envisioned when we got into this, but in a way it was even better. I embraced the fact that she really enjoyed having sex with black men for her own pleasure. She was happier than ever and so was I. Despite all that's happen since, I still wish it would not have ended.

This forum often has very, very dry spots. I never posted much on here before (closed account once after having it for some years) but often perused it. It's good to have activity on here. So, don't worry about posting too often. Also, you have some really good posts/stories about you, Amanda and the others. You write well and descriptively, so reading them is both enlightening and entertaining.

Ever consider just inviting someone over? If the two of you go out, and you meet a likely guy, just invite him back to your room. If the booze has been flowing, and there has been dancing, it might work, although you might have to make the first move on her to get things started. Or if you know someone she's been with before, ask them about it. Ask them to describe it, and tell them how hot that sounds, then ask if they want to do it again. Then have them show up some evening after you two have been drinking a bit.

And So I Was Invited Kver
 

And so it was oldies night at the V.F.W. I NOTICED THIS FINE brunette with a white mature white male about my age. From Aretha to Marvin to the Ohio Player. Ole' dude was holding his own on the dance floor, but the young white women had the energy of that rabbit for the battery company. When the music pace slowed down, they were involved in a lot of bent head discussions that involved some finger pointing in my direction. Eventually, the pretty brunette walked over to me and said "excuse me sir, would you be interested in some meaningless, no strings attached, hot sex with me while my ole' man watches" Just like that•••outta the blue•••smile on her face. Long story short, of course I'd be interested. Got some preliminary understanding out of the way, and away we went.
They had been together two (2) years and he was starting to slow down, and needed Viagra, and there's only so many ways to eat pussy. She was greatly attracted to older dominate black men, and I fit her bill. We got to the motel (a quality place) She got in the shower, while Harvey and I talked. He gave me a roadmap of some of her (Sheila) quirks. I joined her in the shower, and it was on and popping - for three hours. By the time I was done she was calling me Master and Daddy and other descriptive adjectives. I gave this young woman the Holy Grail of Sex! I do so enjoy liberal minded couples. And of course, I love putting this big black cock to work. Even ole' dude seamed quite pleased. He said, "You're going to be a hard act to follow" Riiiht.
Peace ;)

This brings back memories of my first wife, I was attending night school. I'd come home late and she'd go to bed while I had a bite to eat. One night sitting on the sofa, eating a snack, I noticed something stuffed down between the cushions. I pulled out a pair of her panties, the crotch was soaked with what clearly appeared to be cum. I already had suspicions about the guy next door. this seemed to confirm it. Unfortunately I got mad rather than accept the fact that I had a little dick and she was looking for and getting something bigger. He wasn't black but that happened later.