Be Careful What You Wish For

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if any females are interested you may PM me first to discuss the role of a white wife that eventually becomes addicted to BBC

You may welcome me to your country, America, the land of milk of honey or so I have been told. I was born in South Africa, the son of a diplomant, and given a name most people could not pronounce in your english, so you my call me by my chosen name, Darius Black. Once you meet me you will not forget it and you will remember it, I am sure. When I was young my father immigated our family to London where I was educated in English and other studies but my main interest was the sport of boxing. Because of my size and talent I soon exceeded at this and never lost a match to my white counterparts. I worked out almost daily and lifted weights in the gym until my body was solid muscle at 225 pounds. That and being gifted and blessed with a nine inch cock made me very popular with white females, married or not !

It will be the same here since I came to Atlanta Georgia. Thanks to my father and his finance I was lucky to become a partner in a gym and a new private club downtown with some other new African arrivals. The gym is in a wealthy part of town and caters to the the more upperclass denizens who can afford a membership to our fine establishment. Already our gym is very popular to go and offers state of the art machines in both cardiac and power lifting for both genders. Training regimens and such healthy lifestyles

Our private club is downtown and I will describe it in more detail a little later. It is for all successful black males, no thugs or gang members, and white females of all ages.
 

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hey hey what can I say? I am the most lucky guy in the world, or at least was until I went too far and ruined my marriage, at least for me.

Let me explain. I happened to be married to the most beautiful female on the planet, a total blonde goddess. It was the best day of my life when Daphne excepted my marrige proposal and agreed to marry me. I was head over heels in love with this beautiful blonde barbie doll goddess, I simply worshipped the ground she walked on, and I have to admit that she was absolutely out of my league. I am just an average guy, not so popular in our social circles or considered to be very good looking, not a jock or excelled in any sports so to this day I don't have a clue why she said yes. But she did. Maybe it was my sense of humor and the way I was totally devoted to her and in touch with her feeling. I promised to provide Daphne with security, financial and otherwise, for the rest of her life. At the time I had no idea that wasn't going to be enough.

Graduating from the University of Georgia with a degree in engineering I soon had a six figure job. We bought a beautiful six bedroom home with a pool in an upscale gated community, joined the local country club and where living the American dream. I bought my wife a new Mercedes which she loved. Daphne lacked for nothing, she had everything her heart desired. Or so I thought.

It all started to change after our second anniverary. My doctor diagnosed an cardio issue and suggested that I join a gym since I was slightly underweight after a bout with covid. He recommended a new gym called Blacks Gym that had a good cardio program and I soon had a membership!

Little did I know this would be the biggest mistake of my life dispite being a fantasy come true
 
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I won't bore you with all the details of my arrival here in the United States or my investment in my partnerships in the gym and the club other than to say it is all legit. My father left me a considerable inheritice when he passed on with advice to invest it wisely. And it helped tremendously that my partners were black and fellow immigrants from Africa. I did not come, like so many did with empty pockets seeking asylum and to live off of goverment assistance. My english was very good, having been educated in London, although I had a slight accent. Several Briish females told me they found my accent endearable and sexy. I will soon see if it makes a good impression on these American females.

My first day at the gym was very satisfactery. I was pleased by the equipment and how many clients we had. It had a yoga class and a wellness program, plus a tanning bed, which I had no need for lol. We had a swimming pool for that was open everyone especially the geriatrics members. Now all that was needed was a boxing ring and program for the inner city youth. Remember boxing is my favorite sport and I planned to promote it. Besides it would increase and expand our membership in the community.

Our gym was crowded my first day and it was later in the afternoon when you came in for your cardio workout. You did not really stand out from so many of your white counterparts. For me you were just another paid member, that was until I met your beautiful blonde wife. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself here, it would be several weeks before that happened.
 
The clientle was changing a little I couldn't help but notice. Not that it mattered to me, but their where more young black weightlifters. I assummed it was because of the new partner who was adding speed bags and heavy punching bags, along with a new boxing ring being constructed off to the side. When I first saw this new partner I couldn't help but be impressed, if not envious of his physic. He was well over six feet tall, muscular and quite imposing to say the least. The guy could only be described as a total brute and had a certain sneer of distain on his face, unless he was flirting or talking too many of the white females members that surrounded him after his workout. I also noticed how many took selfies with him as he posed for them. His name, I soon learned was Darius, and he was a chick magnet for all the ladies married or not.

As for myself, and the other white males he completely ignored us and couldn't give us the time of day. Once I nodded and gave him a friendly greeting and all I got was a dismissive smirk in return. To make matters worse the next day I was in the locker room and heading toward the showers as he was emering his towel around his neck. What caught my attention was the huge cock he was sporting,swinging back and forth between his muscular thighs. I must admit, I never saw a cock that big up close, except in interracial porn videos I liked to watch. [ more on that topic later] well he must have seen me gawking and sneered "Why is you eyeballing me boy?"
I stammered an apology and quickly adverted my wide open eyes. For a minute there, I thought Darius was going to slap me up beside my head, because he could! Shamed and needless to say I took a very quick shower and hurried home to my wife. For some reason and unable to resist, I watched a interracial cuckold movie with my wife. Lately Daphne had been less reluctant to engage in my fetish, like she was at first. And then it just happened that she was fascinated by the size of a black studs cock and remarked that her ex husband was hung like that, he was white by the way, and from then on things began to change!
For the better or worse.
At my suggestion we began to play a little harmless game, or so I thought. Once a month or so we would book a hotel room up in the city on a weekend to spice up our love life. On friday after work we would check in our room and have dinner at the restaurant together. Afterwards we would go to the bar before going upstairs and making love and living out our, or should I say mostly my fantsies. I had given her a large dildo for our anniversary as a present, just in case of my hair trigger interfered and wasn't enough to give her an orgasm. It was several inches bigger than my five whole inches. However combined with the talk about the handsome bartender, the good looking guy at the hotel bar, or the handsome young college student bell hop, it was the gift that kept on giving!
 
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Saturday was even better. It was when our little game really began.
At around noon, Daphne would wear her little wicked weasel bikini and go down to the pool, alone. I would follow shortly and sit on a lounge chair nearby and pretend not to know her. Make no mistake, my wife is a blonde goddess and a natural flirt and likes to tease and show off her body. Daphne was an exotic dancer in Columbus Georgia, near Ft. Benning, before moving to Las Vegas and performing at the Crazy Horse Saloon. Perhaps you may have been there or heard of it. Anyway just a little background about her.
So she likes to put on a show of applying scented suntan lotion on her body, after she parades around the pool in her heels. Daphne loves to wear heels almost for any occasion, she likes the way they accent her legs and derriere. Dispite wearing her wedding ring, it isn't long befre a guy is buying her a drink and or offering to apply lotion on her back. This gives her freedom to indulge in her favorite past time, besides shopping, and do some harmless flirting. Believe me, my wife loves the attention!
 
The rest of the day is spent in our room, getting ready for this evening. However there is no hurry.
I prepare my wifes bath in the whirlpool. She relaxes, sipping a glass of wine that I poured for her. Daphne is my goddess and should be treasured and treated as one. After room service of surf and turf and fine wine, I prepare my wife for the evening.
Everything about her is pure perfection. Her manicure and pedicure were done at her favorite beauty salon yesterday. I spent the day before shaving her legs and underarms, treating her like a queen as usual. Now I will help her dress and prepare for the evening. Yes it is nothing but pure fantasy for us both. Tonight Daphne will sit at the bar, alone again, dressed to thrill as she did today at the pool. Her wedding ring will act as a magnet for the more aggressive males who buy her drinks and try to seduce her into temptation. Although I can't hear the converation, I can tell by her body language that she enjoys this little game we play. I can tell by the way she runs her fingers through her hair and smiles, touching his arm when she laughs. There is no doubt that Daphne is enjoying this. I watch, anxiously, hesitating to interfer as we agreed upon, unless things get out of hand, in which case I will have to step in. Later we will go up to our room and pillow talk about the certain gentlemen who did their best and tried to get into her panties. How handsome they were and how many compliments they gave her.
 

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