We are in the first quarter of the year, and being the forward thinking husband that I am, I've agreed to resume my earnest mission once again, the same as from last year. My mission remained steadfast, and I consider it more as an operation that only a military general would pursue to ensure my wife Fiona get seduced, blacked bred and owned by a black man, by a black dominant figure, a black god, if you will, and I
intend to see it through. As I've already mentioned, this mission is the same one I began last year and the previous one before. The difference is that I formerly operated from a realm of bemused ignorance. It felt like I was being unseerious and quite indifferent to the actions and consequences I might unleash, like I attempted to live out a fantasy chapter. I could close any moment. At least, that was what I felt like when I first began pursuing this. It was as time went by that I
came to see things differently. I realized how much this concerned me as it did Fiona, and that compelled me to start taking things seriously. And if I'm to pursue this, then I might as well be all in instead of seeing things halfway. That's not to say it was an easy task to take up. How do you even begin to start? How do you even begin asking yourself the question of wanting to find and hook your wife up with another man? Could you imagine the moral implications that
come with that sort of question? The starting is usually the most challenging part for me, as I assume the same goes for most other husbands out there who want to similar thing for their spouse. How do you break the news to her, to let her know that this is what you desire for her, except not just for her, but for yourself included. I have to include myself, because that's the part that's been missing in most of my
previous endeavors. Regarding inspiring Fiona to take up this challenge, I often saw it as something I wanted solely for her. I want her to have her erotic sexual fun with whomever as long as I'm aware of it. It wouldn't matter if I'm there to watch always or if whoever the lucky guy she finds gets to fuck her outdoors. The main aim was that Fiona gets fucked, preferably by a black man. I desired her to get the best
damn fucking I could ever give her. It took months, in hours of insightful introspection to realize how wrong I was in my assessment. Even when I thought I was correct, I still had to read through plenty of coup plenty of cuckold articles, and correspond with various couples to arrive at my latest conclusion. This desire that I want for my wife Fiona isn't merely something I want for her,
but myself included. Besides wanting her to get her sexual satisfaction from a black bull black dom, I too want to get my share of satisfaction. I don't merely want to get pleasure in watching her get fucked. Yes, I know I mentioned earlier that I wouldn't mind not being around most often to watch, but that's a lie. I want to partake in the activity to spur towards getting well fucked. I want to assist her lover when it
comes to filling and stretching her pussy. Spread Fiona's ass cheeks for him while he's plugging her pussy doggie style, insert his cock back into her sloppy vagina whenever it slips out and even possibly suck his cock clean before returning it in my wife's pussy, and after he's done climaxing inside her, I want to be there to eat her pussy clean. Never would it have occurred to me that I would desire to want to taste Fiona's pussy
after another man climax is inside her. Honestly, it never occurred to me to want to imagine such a thing. I'd often imagined her future lover would be a clean fellow and would aptly wear a condom whenever he gets to fuck her. But from the hundreds of cuckold videos that I've perused online, including corresponding with a variety of couples who are currently living their cuckold fantasies, I've come to admit that I'm fascinated with wanting a black man
flood Fiona's pussy with his seed. Why else wouldn't I want that in the first place. Wouldn't that be the main reason for why I would want her to get fucked by another man? And if even she initially decides not to let the man raw dog her, how long would that urge last in her mind before she opts for him to ditch the condom and fuck her bareback. It would only be a matter of time before she becomes addicted towards wanting that black cock deeper and deeper
inside her. By the time it happens, she would be so lost in her lust that she would likely eat, even drag the condom off her lover's cock. Why wouldn't I want to imagine what would happen next when he gets to his peak of climax? For sure, I'd love to see Fiona's pussy leaking her lover's come, and I would honorably love to draw closer after they've finished fucking so I can taste her cum filled pussy. Many CUK husbands whom I've chatted with have expressed this as being
their highlight of being a cuckold. It would only be fair that I get to enjoy a similar experience, almost as much as I'm beginning to crave it. But what if I desire such craving and then realize Fiona doesn't.
What would be the outcome should she not wish that I get to taste her creamp eyed pussy, or that her lover disagrees with me being in the room with them whenever they get to fucking, He too might find it distasteful that I would stoop towards wanting to clean his cock for him, or to see me eating out my wife's cunt. That might be the straw that draws their relationship to an end before it begins. Yes, there are variables of such happening. Hence I'd have to start
prepping my mind to be prepared for whatever's inevitable. Besides finding means of getting Fiona on board with wanting this life style, the main act won't be settled until I find a suitable black bull for her. That's the ultimate goal, to get her hooked onto a dominant black bull who would fuck her as regularly as is necessary to have her stay hooked and addicted to wanting him more and more. My error of thinking was that I could carry out
this operation on my own. Might I have come to realize it would take more than my power to see this through. I would need to utilize the help of the black bull to further my goal with Fiona. My home isn't conducive enough for me to dare think of camping a lover for a lengthy stay. But who knows what good fortune might come if Fiona eventually finds him enjoyable to have around. She might even see it convenient to want to spend weekends over at his place if necessary.
I would willingly pack a bag for her if that calls for it. As it stands, the year has merely begun, and I have less than a fifty to fifty chance of ever succeeding with this operation. I have no idea whatever's coming down the road, how bad Fiona is going to grow weary and curse me out if I keep hounding her about this stuff, or if some tragedy won't occur that might suddenly derail things from ever happening this year.
I can only promise myself my intention of striving towards giving it my damn best to ensure this happens before this year is over. Wish me luck, Gang, it's all or nothing at all,