Story Excerpt

BBC Stretches Wife, by Jezebel Rose

“My cuckolding story began when fate pushed a coworker and me together on a company-sponsored training program. Those first few days together led to an extramarital relationship that lasted a couple of years. It is a story of interracial sex and infidelity, unlike any story I have seen on any internet site. I think it might be of interest to women in marriages that are no longer as fulfilling as they would desire. I am aware that an overwhelming majority of the readers will be male, but I do hope I reach some female readers, too.

My husband and I have been married for 22 years now. The first few years of our marriage were delightful times. I loved my husband very much, and we soon had two beautiful daughters. I think we were as average as any couple was. I had never experienced real sexual relationships before my marriage, and I regarded our sex life as usual. I did have casual sex with two boys my age when I was in high school, but that was all.

After about ten years of marriage, I caught my husband cheating on me. He promised never to do it again, and I do not think he ever did. Our sex life was gradually deteriorating. There had to be more to it than what we were doing, but I did not know what could be done about it. I was gradually losing interest in the sex act, and I think my husband was, too. Intercourse frequency was steadily diminishing. I think I did more daydreaming about sex, as I grew older. I would never dare think of leaving my daughters and my husband, but I did have a strong urge to have sex with some handsome male about my age. I did know women who had extramarital affairs, some good and some not so satisfying. One single woman where I worked dated a black man, and he impregnated her. We women all thought it was terrible, but secretly I envied her for being so brave. I recall meeting him, and it gave me some naughty thoughts.

Well, four years ago I finally had an affair. I worked, and still work, for a large national company. One Saturday morning my boss called me with an urgent request. Another woman in our department was scheduled to go to the company headquarters in Texas to learn how to set up our new computer system. She had called the office manager that morning to say that she would be unable to attend. My boss was asked to find a replacement, and he called me. I was thrilled to go, and my husband had no objection. My boss called back later to confirm the hotel and airline ticket changes, and he told me that company transportation would be waiting for me at the airport on arrival. He also mentioned that an employee from the customer service department would also be going,

The next day I was in for a big surprise when I boarded the plane. In the adjoining seat was a black male. I recognized him right away. He was Raymond, our parts manager. He was the other person going to the classes. I had spoken to him a few times, but only on business. However, on that plane ride, we became better acquainted. He was married, and had two daughters. He was a couple of years younger and very handsome. Upon arrival, he insisted on carrying my suitcase. When we went to our rooms, he again grabbed my luggage. He even insisted on taking my key and opening my door for me. We had already learned our offices were across the hall from each other.

That evening we walked a couple of blocks from the hotel for dinner. Raymond had stayed in the same hotel on company business a year earlier, so he was familiar with the area. He claimed the hotel restaurant was too expensive, even though we were receiving a generous meal allowance. We had to attend a welcoming briefing at our hotel later that evening, but we were too hungry to wait. It was a good thing because the only foods at the presentation were snacks and wine. They had the orientation due to some later arrivals. In all, there were 16 of us who would be attending the classes. It made me angry with the meeting because all the men avoided Raymond. He was the only black. I had sat with a couple of women, but when I saw that Raymond was alone at a table, I joined him. Afterward, he escorted me to my room, again opening my door and checking the place.

Monday morning two vans drove us to the company headquarters for classes. We were back at our hotel by late afternoon. My head had begun hurting after lunch, and it worsened that afternoon. I was glad to walk to another restaurant with Raymond. It did ease the pain. On the walk back we stopped in the park to enjoy the warm April evening. It was so relaxing, but my headache persisted… Ray was genuinely concerned. He put his arm around me, and that made me feel better. I hated to leave, but it was cooling down. Ray suggested that I allow him to massage my neck and shoulders. He said that it usually helped his wife when her head throbbed.

Ray followed me into my room after again opening it for me. Soon he had me sitting in a chair. He stood behind me and massaged my neck and shoulders. It felt good, and in a few minutes, I felt much better. He had told me that he liked to watch a TV program that was coming on, so I invited him to stay and watch it with me. We sat on the floor so we could be together (my suggestion). After we finished our cams of Coke, we held hands. Soon he put his arm around me. It felt so good. I was beginning to get very juicy. When he was ready to leave, I put my arm around him, hugged him, and thanked him for the relaxing massage. He promised to give me another one Tuesday evening.

In class, Tuesday Raymond tore the inseam on his trousers while helping move some equipment. It was rather embarrassing to him. I always carried a sewing kit when traveling, so I told him I would try to mend his pants when we reached the hotel. He declined my offer and said he could wear his other trousers.

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