Always Be Careful What You Wish For

[Slyguy999]

This is the story of how I fucked up my marriage and my life because I was so stupid. At one point I was a very successful and had a promising carreer at a fortune 500 corporation and making six figures a year. Better yet I was blessed and lucky to be married to the most beautiful woman on the planet. Isabelle looked like she was a centerfold that stepped out of the pages of playboy magazine. A stunning blonde barbie doll with classic measurements [36- 25- 34] is the only way I can desribe her. Just pure perfection for an average man like me. Looking back now, I realize that Isabelle was way out of my league. She needed more than I could provide. Sure I showered her with expensive gifts and even a brand new Mercedes and we lived in a seven bedroom house complete with a swimming pool in a safe gated community and belonged to an exclusive country club. I couldn't wish for anything more or so I thought. I guess I got greedy and let myself become consumed by my fantasies. Yes and internet porn is addictive.

If you bare with me I will explain how lost everything. First I need to show you a picture of my beautiful wife and what she looks like.

{The story is reserved for my dear friend Angelique but is open by PM for ideas and suggestions } I hope you enjoy reading it.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle's version }

from a female perspective* a stuck up bitch, diva, daddy's girl, self centered, entitled, rich bitch, bimbo, slut, a spoiled brat... too name a few.
From the male perspective* classy, hot, barbie doll, playboy model, stunning, gorgeous, a total babe, flitatious, sexy...and all of the above if rejected.

Let me try to explain a few things without boring you all to tears. Before I was married to Bradley, my wonderful husband of three years, I dated or had a relationship with several different guys. I lost my virginity at the age of eighteen to my high school sweetheart. I must admit it was a rather awkward experience and not very exciting. It happened in the back seat of his car on the 4th of July but I didn't get to see any fireworks, if you know what I mean. I broke up with him the next day. Besides I was going to Georgia State in the fall to began a new chapter in my life. So began a series of adventures with available young men around campus. I even had an affair wth an older married professer once. I found him mature and more experienced compared to the younger guys. I won't go into detail however. Anyway I wouldn't describe myself as a slut, I was too selective and all my relationships lasted more than one night. Maybe a little too wild sometimes. I did what I wanted without feeling much guilt about it. So in my senior year of college is when I met my Bradley at club off campus. It wasn't exactly love at first sight but there was a definate attraction. We saw each other from across the room and our eyes met several times actually before he approached and offered to buy me a drink. He wasn't really my type, Brad was older and very slender { I preferr men more on the beefy athletic side } but he was attractive. And nice. Down to earth and easy to talk too. We talked, he didn't dance but neither did most of the guys I knew, and the more I got to know about him the more I liked. Brad was smart, kind and considerate and a very good listener. I discovered that we had alot in common. After the club closed he took me out for coffee at an all night diner.

What impressed me even more was when he told me he had a job at a fortune 500 company and made six figures a year. Brad had his own home, an estate actually. He was successful and had a career, which meant that he was very responsible, unlike most of the guys I knew...

Before going our seperate ways, I gave him my phone number and he promised to call. I had a feeling he would. That weekend Brad called me and asked me out to dinner at an expensive restaurant. Tired of junk food and eatting at the cafeteria, I accepted his invitation besides this would be a chance to wear my new dress and pair of high heels !

I wouldn't exactly call our first date and the others that followed the beginning of a whirlwind romance or being swept off my feet by a knight in shining armour but we difinantly enjoyed each others company.

{ to be continued }

 

[Slyguy999]

Brad
As long as I live I will never forget my wedding day. It was beyond a doubt the happiest day in my life. I just couldn't believe I would be spending the rest of my life with the most beautiful woman in the world. I guess you could say that it was sort of a traditional old fashioned southern wedding held in a church in her family's hometown of Savannah Georgia. The reception was held at an exclusive private country club that I hoped someday we would belong too. Her father spared no expense for his little pride and joy. Over a hundred and fifty members and the family and friends from both sides attended. Everything turned out perfect and we couldn't ask for a better day. Isabelle looked stunning in her bridal attire but her smile said it all. Everyone told me that I was the most luckiest guy on the planet. When we kissed in the limo on the way to the airport on our honeymoon in a private villa in Baja Mexico, I wanted the day to never end. A week in paradise on the sandy beach and tranquil warm waters with my beautiful bride topless, wearing only a skimpy bikini bottom, making love with her day and night. So many fond memories together of swimming, dining on lobster and seafood and drinking beer in a local cantina. The private charter boat we rented to explore the islands and coast, scuba diving to find sea shells and such. I was no way in any hurry to leave and go back to reality and the rat race. I would be content to stay here forever with Isabelle but unfortunately that wasn't possible.

But at least I would live happily ever after with Isabelle or so I thought.

 

[angelique127]

{Isabelle continued}

To say my hubby likes to see me in lingerie is an understatement. Perhaps a little bit too much or so it seems. When I dress for bed in my silky sheer nightgown and ask for a nice foot massage because my feet are sore from wearing heels all day it sends a signal to him that I need some attention. My loving husband is more than eager to help. Usually if it is a special occasion, such as my birthday, I purchase lingerie in pink or red for valentines day. I love to relax in our bed eatting chocolates while Bradley polishes my toenails and then sucks my on my toes after giving me a foot massage. Afterward, if I'm in a good mood, which is usually always, I give him a reward and allow him to eat a melted piece of chocolate from my pussy !

The only problem is Bradley gets so excited that he oftens cums prematurely. In other words he has a hair trigger. and can't last long enough to satisfy me, no matter how hard he tries. This has caused us to resort to other options that are quite enjoyable. I remember on our first wedding aniversary Brad surprised me and booked a weekend at a lovely upscale hotel in Atlanta. We arrived Friday evening and checked in at three o'clock in the afternoon, just in time to go to the pool before dinner. This gave me a chance to wear my skimpy new wicked weasel bikini that I had purchased just for the occasion. Brad insisted that I shouldn't wear something like that in public but he really loved me showing off my perfect body and I enjoyed the way I made both males and some females heads turn when I strutted by.

Thanks to my sunglasses I could easily and harmlessly observe the male specimens and my female competiition without Brad knowing. Truthfully, I wasn't worried about my hubby looking at other females in their bathing attire. I knew Brad was totally committed to me. He wouldn't dare show interest in anybody else but me. As for myself, on the other hand, I liked to look and a few of the guys were total hunks wearing tight speedos...

" Bradley why don't you be a dear and get us a banana daiquiri ? " I suggested, needing something to quench my thirst.

My husband rushed off to get us cocktails and I used the opportunity to lift up my sunglasses and watch some young muscular studs play volleyball nearby...

 

[Slyguy999]

I hate when my wife refers to me as Bradley. It makes me sound like some kind of dweeb or nerd. I don't know how many times I asked her to call me Brad, especially in public and in front of our friends and family. Nevertheless Isabelle continues to do it. Oh well it is no big deal.

Lately we have decided to add a little spice to our marriage. It is more or less my idea really. On Friday evening after I am finished at the office we like to play a little game. Isabelle gets all dolled up and meets me at a club or bar downtown. My wife arrives before I do and sits at the bar alone. I come in afterwards and sit at nearby, pretending that I don't know her or that we are not married. It usually isn't long before she attracts alot of attention while she sits there re applying her lipstick and touching up her make up. The bolder males, instead of just buying her a drink soon approach her and sit down next to her, despite that she is wearing a wedding ring. For some it is like a magnet. Isabelle plays the game and this gives her a chance to flirt. My wife will play with a strand of her long hair and smile demurely, batting her long eyelashes. Isabelle is a natural seductress, crossing her legs and showing them off to her best advantage. The story is always the same, she is waiting for me and I am running late. Some of the guys are more aggressive and will not get the hint. That is when I gather my courage and walk up to the bar and rescue her.

"Oh honey, it's about time you showed up! I was getting worried. Oh this is Kevin, he has been nice enough to keep me company until you got here." Isabelle says.

"How do you do Kevin? Pleased to meet you." I say as I shake his hand. He looks extremely dissapointed that I showed up and interferred with his plans for the evening. Too fucking bad dude.

 

[angelique127]

That night on our anniversary we didn't bother to play games at the bar or lounge after our intimate dinner. However I was perplexed with Bradley because he did not get what he ordered and refused to complain to the waiter. My husband can be very passive at times and not stand up for himself. I, on the other hand, am outspoken and demand proper service if we are going to pay for it. I am not bashful in the least. I think the cute young waiter would do anything I ask of him, if he wanted a decent tip. I do know that he enjoyed the view of my cleavage and did nothing to hide his eyes.

" Really honey, you need to be more assertive and not let people take advantage of you. " I scolded, tired of Bradley being so wimpy. He always picked the path of the least resistance.

" I can't wait until we go up to our room and you give me my present ! " I said, changing the subject. Smiling, I let my heel slip off my foot and found his crotch. " Do you have a little woody, darling, in your trousers ? What am I going to do with you, when you are such a bad boy ? "

My husband groaned in frustration. I couldn't wait until I got him upstairs and made him eat my pussy while I looked at those pics of the hot studs playing volleyball on my phone this afternoon...

 

[Slyguy999]

I know my wife gets irritated with me sometimes when I don't complain about my steak being rare or not cooked exactly the way I ordered it. She says I should be more assertive. What can I say, I like the path of least resistance. Just because a guy or couple butts in front of you in the line at the theatre or a waiter is rude doesn't mean you should confront them about it. Not so Isabelle, she will make a scene, no matter what the circumstances and later accuse me of being passive and not defending her. Other than that we get along great. Most of the time. Isabelle is not that easy to please, she is used to being spoiled and can act entitled. Don't get me wrong, she isn't demanding but more like pouts and drops sudtle hints to show her displeasure. Of course I try my best to give her what she wants and make her happy. Life is better that way. That includes into the bedroom AND our sex life.
In no way am I complaining. As I said before I consider myself the luckiest guy on the face of the planet. Isabelle is a dream cum true, my perfect fantasy. I get a hard on just looking at her. For instance today at the pool, I had to deal with an almost constant hard on looking at her in that skimpy little bikini she was wearing. Isabelle was what I describe a jawdropper. Every male there and some females, married, single, young, old was checking her out. Isabelle even stopped a volley ball game for a few minutes when she strolled by. Let me say I don't get that jealous but more a feeling of pride? Eat your heart out guys, you all can look but you can't touch this. She is MINE.
So tonight we didn't even bother with dessert after dinner or any of our usual games we like to play every now and then. We headed straight through the lobby and up the elevator to our room. I fumbled with the card key but finally manage to unlock the door to paradise.

 

[angelique127]

" Why don't you open the champagne for us darling ? "

I watched with amusement as Bradley struggled to open the bottle with a corkscrew. My husband can be so klutzy at times, unable to perform the simplist of tasks. He finally succeeded in removing the cork but the champagne exploded everywhere. He apologized but their was really no harm done. We toasted our one year anniversary anyhow and kissed. Brads penis was still erect which really wasn't that unusual, I kept him in an almost constant state of arousal when we were together in the same room. On the other hand, my loving husband did not have very much staying power, in other words he had what you would call a hair trigger. Not that Bradley didn't make up for it in other ways, if you know what I mean. His pussy eating skills were definately improving !

" So, did you get me that gift I wanted ? " I asked, reaching up and letting my hair down from the bun I was wearing and shaking my long blonde hair free to fall around my shoulders. I held out my glass for a refill...Bradley's hand was shaking and he spilled some on the carpet and on my heel. I was almost tempted to demand that he get down on his hands and knees and lick my shoe clean...I had the feeling he would have done it, if I asked him.

" Careful sweetheart, please don't be so clumsey. " I scolded instead.

Bradley apologized.

" Why don't you be a good boy and help me unzip my dress ? " I asked turning around for him.

My husband managed to pull down the zipper without trouble and my dress fell to the floor at my feet. I leaned over the dresser, posing in my corset and stockings. Without being told Bradley got on his knees and knelt behind me. He knew what was expected of him and pulled down my panties around my knees...

 

[Slyguy999]

Isabelle knows the power she has over me and uses it to her own advantage. I am more than willing to do anything she asks. I am so desperate to please my beautiful wife, that my tongue eagerly rims her tight asshole after licking her sweet pussy from top to bottom, getting her ready for her gift. By now my cock is raging hard. The next thing I know is we are on the bed and I am naked. Isabelle is still wearing her corset, five inch stilettos heels and stockings which she knows drive me crazy. I know I have to pace myself and not cum too soon as I usually do. I'm sorry I just can't help it sometimes. But tonight I have a back up just in case. The big black eight inch life like dildo is still in the box waiting to be unwrapped.
My wife spreads her legs and I don't need any encouragement to enter her pussy. Despite my resolve not to have an orgasm yet, within a minute or two I explode. It happens every time and I am devastated at my lack of control. I can sense my wife's growing frustration at my ability to please her. Again, I will have to eat her pussy in an attempt to make her have an orgasm.
"Here baby open your anniversary present." I offer. I have a feeling that she is going to like it.

 

[angelique127]

I opened my gift having a feeling what it was. For several months I had been dropping hints that I needed something more...and my hubby delivered. The black dildo was at least eight inches. Recently we had started roleplaying our fantasies when I mentioned how much staying power my ex boyfriend had and how big he was. It gradually evolved about to talking about other men, like his black boss and what a stud he was...

Anyway I turned over and got on my hands and knees, my derriere in the air and available to him. Brad wasted no time running my present up and down the lips of my wet pussy before inserting inside, an inch at a time. What was even better was the way he was rimming my delicate asshole with his tongue. Unbeknowst to him I started observing the pictures of the musled studs playing volleyball in the sandlot next to the pool, imaging being gangbanged by them.

" Oh baby thank you so much for my new present ! It's so big...and it feels so good in my pussy ! " I said moving back and forth on it. It was the gift that kept on giving...

I had to admit despite my husbands shortcomings he was very thoughtful...it was simply so much bigger than his four and a half inches...

 

[Slyguy999]

In retrospect that was the night my marriage changed. Up until then Isabelle didn't voice any real dissatisfaction at least to my face. I know she really enjoyed her present, having at least three orgasms throughout the night. Unfortunately none involved using my own cock. After disappointing her once again with my 'hair trigger' I was reduced to pleasing her with my tongue and her new dildo. Isabelle told me that I wasn't worthy. She compared me to an old boyfriend who was so much bigger than me and could last all night long. This did nothing but turn me on but no matter how much I begged for another chance to prove myself and put my penis into her pussy Isabelle would not permit it. Instead my wife let me rub my cock on her stocking clad leg and have a cummy. Afterwards she insisted that I be a good boy and lick my mess up with my willing tongue. The pathetic thing is I liked hearing how big her old boyfriends were and how much better they were in bed. This became a common theme in our lovemaking.

 

[angelique127]

It was after our first anniversary that I noticed Brads obsession with interracial porn get bigger. He constantly invited me to watch it with him but I wasn't interested, at least at first, until one day he was at the office and I happened to do a search of his history on his computer. There were several websites that depicted pretty white females with big black bulls. Most were of white males being cuckolded. I was aware of the reputation that black males had for having big cocks but had never really experienced it up until now. I could see why some of those wives became addicted to black males only which seemed to the theme. They were so much bigger and better.

It was then that I decided to indulge my husband in his fantasy...

Just the thought of Brad wanting to see me with a handsome stud was so hot and arousing...honestly my husband didn't measure up and was lacking in size, not to mention his hair trigger...

 

[Slyguy999]

Isabelle seemed to really enjoy her new gift. I lost count of how many orgasms she had that night. She was insatiable and insisted that I eat her delicious pussy while using the big black toy on her at the same time. As a reward for my devotion to her Diamond permitted me to rub my dick up and down on her stockings until I cummed. Then she scolded me for making a mess and demanded that I lick it up with my tongue. In the last year I noticed my wife becoming more controlling, in and out of the bedroom. I didn't mind, I thought she deserved to be spoiled and was more than willing to do anything to please her. And I knew that I had too work on my 'hair trigger' as she liked to call it but it was really a matter of sheer will power. A friend from the office suggested counting sheep or thinking about something else while in the act but that was worthless also. It seemed that I had no control over my dick when I was around Isabelle, she was just to damn sexy and knew how to use her sexuality to her advantage.
But on a positive note, Isabelle was receptive of viewing porn with me in bed on our laptop. At first my wife had resisted. My own addiction was getting worse but now we had something to share together. Better yet it seemed to turn her on!

 

[angelique127]

It wasn't long before Bradley suggested a new game he wanted to play. Actually it was nothing more than some harmless flirting. I must admit my husband could be quite imaginative when he wanted to be. On Friday evenings after a long week at the office we would select a bar or club in the city and meet there. Brad would get a table or a seat at the bar if it wasn't too crowded and wait for me to enter afterwards. I always got dressed up in a short skirt and heels and looked my best. I found a seat at the bar by meyself and acted as if I was waiting for my husband to arrive. Of course he was seated nearby acting as if he didn't know me. You would be surprised how many men were not deterred by my wedding ring and approached me and offer to buy me a drink. We often engaged in conversation and most of the men asked me how my husband could leave me alone in such a place surrounded by so many bold alpha males. I must admit I enjoyed all of the attention I usually received.

Brad would watch the gentlemen try to pick me up, often sitting close and engaging in some seductive conversation. I loved all the pick up lines and often flirted back being a tradional southern bell, at least until my husband showed up. Most of the time the guys backed off and conceded and didn't cause any trouble or get aggressive. Brad isn't exactly the biggest guy in the bar...

Afterwards we would go home and roleplay. It turned my husband {and me } on seeing how many men tried to pick me up. For him it was you could look but you better not touch...

 

[Slyguy999]

Looking back, I realized that it was a mistake joining the local gym. I didn't know it at the time but it would be a complete game changer in our marriage. My doctor suggested that I do a cardio program and I got a paid membership. I often worked out on the treadmill or the stationary bike, working up a sweat. While I did I noticed a group of black guys power lifting. One of them stood out among the rest. He was very muscular and tall and as a male I couldn't help but be impressed by his strength. This guy was definately the alpha man in the room. I soon learned, by word of mouth, that he was a boxer from South Africa and was in training. The gym was equiped with a boxing ring on the second level with speed bags and heavy punching bags where most of the black males hung out when they weren't out with the weights downstairs.
What can I say I am a friendly guy and my wife and I liked to welcome recent arrivals to our nieghborhood and help them become adjusted to their new surroundings. I tried to introduce myself but he just blow me off. I found out his name was Kwame from one of the many white females, married or single, who seemed to adore him and flock around him like his own personal harum. After my workout, I often went into the sauna before I took a shower. One day while sitting there with two other white guys, I didn't know, in walks Kwame with several other Africans, speaking in some forieign dialect. The white males got up and left immediately but I stayed. I wasn't prepared for when Kwame dropped his towel, and revealed the biggest cock I ever saw in my life. It was huge and hung down almost to his knees. Suddenly my own white dickie seemed to shrivel in contrast.
They all ignored me except for laughing and speaking in a language I couldn't understand ,but I had a feeling that they were talking about me. Feeling somewhat humiliated I nodded and left the sauna.
Later that night after dinner I went into the study and got online to watch interracial porn, especially my favorite specialty cuckold porn. It was no surprise that most of the studs or bulls were black and all of the cucks were white.