Our Dark Secret

by Derrin Hart

  One night we went out with the couple who would be attending the party with us and joining us on the three hour drive out of town. The female half was a blonde as well and a live wire. She truly liked men, and Sara fed off her energy. One night we went to a strip club, and the crowd was paying more attention to our ladies than the strippers on stage. We were asked to leave, for God’s sake. One the way home we made a detour to park and let the ladies play in the back of the Dodge van. Soon the guy in the couple got involved, but it was hard to see the back seat action. He was older, and although Sara was horny, she wasn’t overly into it. But we got along well with them and were looking forward to the big party in a few weeks. The couple teased Sara; they nibbled on her tits and fingered her pussy. The frolicking was interesting, nothing less or more—just a little back seat fun. The other wife Lainy was a firecracker. She and Sara were becoming friends, and this led to more anticipation regarding the upcoming party.

  The Halloween bash had arrived and we were excited, to say the least. We had picked out some cool costumes. Sara wore a purple, see-through cat suit with black panty and bra and an eye mask. The couple we had made friends with were fine with the long drive, and we got hotel rooms together. The party was packed, and everyone was having a good time. The room was filled with crazy sexy costumed people. I had made it a point to contact a single black guy via an ad in the area where the party took place. He showed up, and when we did an intro, I knew Sara liked what she saw. We danced and she paraded about for a while. The two of them danced together once, too. She was very excited. He was very dark skinned, tall, and well-built. Unfortunately he ended up disappearing later on. She had been hoping to hook up with him, but we never did find him. So overall the party was okay. I had come to realize that she was excited over being with a black guy.

  Chances were we’d try again.

  Later that night we talked more about black men, and she admitted she had dated one in college. I was taken aback by that. Here’s this straight-laced Catholic blonde beauty from a non-black community who goes to school and beds a black guy!

  In time we planned another out-of-state trip so Sara could take her board exams. We found a young, sexy black guy not to far from the hotel where we were going to stay and made arrangements for him to come by our suite the night we were there. Sara returned to the suite late that evening after a long exam day, but was still up for a meeting. She jumped in the shower and acted excited enough. Her outfit was hot. She had a light brown button down shirt—almost an off-white—a long, shapely black skirt, garter belt and stockings and a set of heels. Her long, thick, curly blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back. I knew we were in for one hell of a night.

  The first meeting with a black man for sex had arrived. Sara was very nervous. I made my way to the lobby as she finished getting ready. I paced about wondering what the hell I was doing.

  He showed up in a black leather coat and slacks. He was bald, dark skinned, and rather young. I knew she would find him attractive. He seemed nice enough, a little cocky, yet likeable, so we headed up to our hotel room.

  Sara was pacing about, but when we walked in, her face lit up. She liked what she saw. The night was about to get hot. The two chatted some and she would not make the first move. He finally called her to him and they embraced. He had her turn around so he could admire her look and figure. He even lifted her skirt up to see her booty. Her garter belt and black nylons made her look so sexy. She looked over at me and I’ll never forget that look. She was like, holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening. She said to me, “I am so horny, honey, oh my God!” He liked her round butt. He told her it stuck out like a peach. Soon he began to undress her. “Now this is an ass.

  Wow, nice booty!” They kissed passionately. I thought, oh no, we never came up with any boundaries here. The kissing part probably should have been a “no,” yet I could do nothing to stop it now. Later on in our meetings this would become a serious issue, as you will soon see.

  He slowly undid her bra and caressed her thick nipples. Then he laid her on the bed and licked her stomach until he had made his way to her groin area. Sliding her black panties to the side her tongued her thighs first, then slid into her already moist outer pussy lips. She was already moaning and ready. Licking her cunt now and fondling her breasts, he had gotten Sara so excited that she slid his pants off and played with his cock. She was giving head to a stranger in our hotel room! My cock got hard watching. I would soon find out that when she gives head, she really likes the guy. This would become a telltale sign she was not only turned on by the encounter but by the guy himself. Afterward they fucked. He had her in the missionary position, and she took him very easily. He was decent-sized but not big. Early in their copulation she got on top, and I heard her say, “I could fuck you all night long.” They then did it doggie style, followed by him on top again.

  He soon came while she egged him on, saying, “I want you to cum, yes, cum hard, explode!”

  Luckily she made him wear a condom. After it all ended, I breathed a sigh of relief he had not cum in her without protection.

  Our first ever black-man encounter would be one of many—some amazing and some not so good. In my head I would often hear her voice, “I want more. I want it harder, I like it deep. It makes me feel like a woman!”

  I was horny as hell and asked if I could have her before we went to bed. She agreed, and I mounted her and came in minutes.

  We got married. Years passed. As this memoir continues, we would meet some very well hung black men and one she would fall for big-time. This lifestyle would have its ups and downs and cause some dangerous relationship issues. At times we’d meet men she’d turn down; then she’d swear never to meet other men again. We’d try couples and girls, all on the road to swinging adventure. Me and my lovely blonde baby doll Sara.

  Before the book proceeds any further, I want to say that I love my wife. These were not random, fun activities. Each time we went out I was as nervous as she. I watched over her like a hawk. She is my only true love. Each and every time we met someone, we were both very nervous about the encounter. I have posted personals and profiles that received a thousand replies. For the record we turned down nearly all of them, so when we did meet someone there was a lot of pressure for the encounter to be a success. Sara made a big commitment to try and make the hookup good, but the anxiety for both of us was very high.

  So, in essence this is the true story of a husband and the woman he loves. I was a modern cuckold, finding men to satisfy my wife. I would do whatever it took to make it work, to make her happy.

  In bed, each time we’d fuck, I felt small and could sense Sara wanting more. I would go as deep as I could, but when I’d pull out to change positions her vagina would let out a quaff or air. I thought she was farting or something until I did a little side research. An air pocket occurs when built up air in the vagina shoots out. She had so much more room in there that, as small as I was, she had built-up air to release. It was crazy. My girlfriend Janet from many years in the past could hardly take my little penis. We constantly needed lube. My bride had extra space. She was not a very big girl in body size, and this was all new to me. I’d have to do my best to hold my ground.

  While the benefits are obvious to the hot wife in a cuckold relationship, never think that the cuckold husband isn’t getting something very special out of the arrangement. The typical cuckold enjoys much more than merely watching his lovely wife treated to a thick, juicy cock. He knows he can’t please her and so is being realistic, pragmatic and extremely understanding. He offers the gift of his masculinity up so that she might enjoy sex as she should. It takes a selfless and devoted husband or lover to become a cuckold, but the benefits are amazing. He has a stunt cock to take care of his beloved.

  To my mind, the cuckolding lifestyle should add sexual excitement and satisfaction to the marriage and provide an outlet for the husband’s submission and the wife’s dominance. The wife should remain mostly emotionally
distant from her lovers. We were married now and had a lot to lose if these wild adventures went wrong. I would do my best to make good choices.

  Another Halloween party opportunity came about later that year. Sara a huge fan of dressing up in costume attire, and agreed to a trip out of state to the party, and we planned an October bash that fall.

  She thought a party and perhaps another sexy black man sounded fun. After all, the last encounter had gone well enough and she was ready for more. We would attend this party alone, and so booked a reservation at the hotel where the gathering would take place. She would dress as a sexy French maid and had an outfit of black silk and white lace material, stockings, heels and the works. She would also bring along a black sheer cat suit in case she felt like changing at any time during the evening.

  The hotel was a nice one, and the French maid and her butler made their way to the event room. It was exciting seeing couples dressed up sexy in the halls of the hotel. A few made sure to say hi. The men, of course, were eying Sara up and down. I know they were thinking that maybe later, after mingling a while, they might very well get together with us. But my idea of a good night would be finding a hot guy for the wife. I preferred to be in that scenario and only watch.

  We arrived in the main room and grabbed a table. Soon enough we were meeting people—

  mostly couples. We did meet a football type player, a rugged black guy who sat with us early in the evening. He dressed well—in a gangster pinstriped suit—and I felt he might be a great choice for later on. However Sara spotted a basketball-player type black guy who was also well dressed in a suit, with a mafia-like top hat on. So we made sure to mingle with him as well. Problem was he was already sitting with a couple—a dark haired slim beauty and her much older hubby.

  This night was about to get interesting. I pointed out both the black guys to a friendly woman dressed as a cowgirl, and she mentioned that she knew them rather well. She had been with both of them before at previous parties. She assured us that both were good in bed and well-mannered.

  Sara again really was only interested in the slimmer, taller fellow. As the music blasted in the big room, I convinced her to dance with the larger guy; perhaps a spark would ignite. Here they were: this interracial couple, my wife the young blond white girl and this big strong rugged black man dancing together. I was shaking some and watching out of the corner of my eye from my place near the doorway exit. I mean there are no black people—let alone big, handsome strong black men—where we live.

  Well the dancing got my wife loosened up a little. Surprisingly, a few songs later, she entered a little dance-off for ladies. Wives danced on stage and the crowd cheered for the ones they liked best. Sara was getting loose; the crowd roared for her dancing. After a few too many drinks, she was feeling tipsy and almost fell off the stage, banging into a speaker; I was shaking my head and laughing. Girls were lifting their skirts and teasing the crowd. My wife showed her butt once and I liked the view. I loved seeing her round bubble ass available for all to see. I would do all I could as a loving cuckold to make this night end well.

  I made my way to the leaner black guy and we talked. I told him Sara was interested. He said he was flattered and found her sexy and beautiful, yet he was with another couple that evening. He had promised to service the wife and did not want to renege; they were his regulars and his commitment was to her. The raven-haired lady was hot, I’ll admit, and I’m sure she needed great black-bull fucking, as her hubby looked a step below her needs for sure. I told Sara the bad news, and she was very disappointed. We mingled some more, but there were no other good candidates as playmates for her. We decided to head back to our suite.

  After attending this party and many others, I began to notice how many of these party couples are upper class. Swingers tend to travel a lot, dress sexy, and spend freely. Only the upper echelon of couples could afford the lifestyle. We were running with upscale folk these days.

  Anyway, earlier, before we called it a night, I made sure to tell Kenny, the larger football player type, that we would soon be heading up to our suite. He should come up now or perhaps make a pass at Sara beforehand. Yet, as we exited, he was nowhere to be found. We left the party empty handed. I had overheard there were hospitality rooms upstairs where people could go to play with others sexually or watch at no charge. I had never heard about this sort of stuff and made a mental note to mention it to my wife when we got back to our suite.

  She had been drinking and that made her horny, yet she had no one to play with. I asked her if she would be interested in checking out these playrooms. Sara contemplated the idea. Soon she changed into her sheer see-through black cat suit and said, “Let’s go.” So off we headed to one of the rooms. Under her cat suit, she had on a black bra and thong panty. Overall she looked incredible, sexier than ever, but for what? I was dumbfounded, with no idea where we could get sex for her. I was certainly not going to provide the long deep pounding I knew she had been craving the whole trip. As an older man, I was starting to lose my erections more and more, and being of small size to begin with made for rough going with such a fertile young passionate sex-child as Sara was becoming. She possessed a large set of pussy lips and a canal that welcomed thickness and pleasure that I could not provide. I could only hope we would find someone to help.

  The room was small and a few wives were taking it on the beds from the small number of black and even fewer white men as we arrived. Sara was hot-looking, and many took note. One white guy commented on her as she was bending over, trying to get the radio to play some upbeat modern songs. He was like, “Holy shit, wow, very nice.”

  But there was no one she liked in the room. She was turned on but, as always, fussy as hell.

  Luckily Kenny showed up in the hallway outside, and I grabbed him, asking if he wanted to play.

  He looked like a guy in a suit ready to be drafted by the National Football League. He was a rugged stocky one for sure. He loved the idea of playing with sexy little Sara. Sara noticed us and came over. The three of us headed to our own room; it looked like we had an encounter unfolding.

  She was horny and he was decent enough looking, so she agreed.

  To give them a chance to get acquainted on the couch in the suite room, I hid in the bathroom down the hallway. Then I heard her call out to me to come watch. I sat nearby in a chair. As they embraced, I felt a stirring in my loins. She was soon hot; he got up and quickly took off his clothes. He was well-hung and thick, and I knew she would have it good. They moved to the bed and she slipped out of the sheer cat suit.

  She did not suck him off. I kind of figured that would be the case. But he ate her good, and she was moaning and enjoying the cunt lapping. Soon he mounted her and she said, “Oh my God,”

  as her entered her. He was a big guy and began pounding her steadily; she took him fully with ease. He lifted her legs over her shoulders and slammed into her. Sara yelped out, “Holy shit, oh my lord, yes, yes, give it to me, fuck me baby!” She screamed in ecstasy, loudly and wildly, and he came with a groaning grunt.

  After he left I asked if I could have her. She was tired but agreed; I mounted her and came in minutes. She mentioned how she had not been overly attracted to him, but had just been horny.

  We left it at that. The following morning he called to say he wanted more, but Sara was not interested. He told me on the phone he had been with the cowgirl before us. He apologized, saying the cowgirl had given him head in the elevator, but that next time he would be at full throttle for lovely Sara.

  There would not be a next time with him. That morning, as we headed home, the drive was quiet. It would be a long time before we found anyone new for my wife.

  I began thinking, what is a cuck, really? During the first black-stud encounter, I had watched without touching, knowing that later I would have the opportunity to clean up her sore and well-used pussy. I marveled at her capacity for pleasure, knowing it far outdid my own. She deserves to have it fully deep and long lasting. We coul
d do better, I thought. There were men out in the world that could give her great pleasure and send her skyrocketing to heights she could never reach with me. I am a voyeur; I get thrills watching others perform sex. Watching my wife perform sex on someone else lets me fantasize that she is really with me. Sounds odd, but my thrills come from watching and fantasizing more than being in the midst of it. Secondly, it is a bit masochistic. By watching your partner or wife have sex with another man, you are arousing your jealousy, and that emotion is a wild ride indeed. I do not consider myself an overly jealous person. But my limits would soon be tested.

  Studies have been conducted regarding men who imagine their women with other men. The jealousy and competitiveness that is stirred up cause them to reach orgasm more quickly. Maybe I like how my partner teases other men and make them envy the fact that she’s all mine. I would put her up on this pedestal, and other guys would crave her. This turned me on big-time.

  We had to find a spectacular black stud for Sara the next time we made plans for an evening of fun. I realized that sometimes fantasy should stay fantasy. But, there was the perfect guy out there for us and I would find him. I looked up the word cuckold and found this definition:

  “Not simply a man whose wife/girlfriend cheats on him, but rather a man who actually gets aroused by knowing or seeing her in sexual situations with other men such as flirting, kissing, fondling, or sex. In particular, situations where he is NOT participating but instead marginalized, just observing, or even completely ignored.”

  I found more information on cuckolds:

  A cuckold husband is someone who finds the idea of his wife having sexual flings with other men highly arousing and stimulating. The cuckold husband attempts to convince his wife to embark on sexual flings with other men, and if successful in this, he will then seek out a man who makes the most desirable partner, in the husband’s view, for his wife. In the case of white cuckold husbands, it is almost universal that a bigger, stronger, exceptionally athletic, and possibly younger, black male will be considered as the most acceptable partner for the wife.