Her Favorite Mistake - Excerpt

 

Debra Michaels was a perfectly happy, ordinary housewife. She had a loving husband, two young children and a modest house in a nice neighborhood. Her husband's job at an auto dealership allowed her to be a stay-at-home mom, something she hadn't thought she'd enjoy so much. Every weekday morning, she rose at dawn to get her husband and two girls up and fed and off to meet their days. Debra relished her quiet mornings alone with a cup of coffee before starting the unending task of keeping the house clean.

She had time for herself as well, visiting friends, working out at the gym or simply relaxing with a good book. In the afternoons, Ashley, six, and Becky, eight, would come home on the bus and she'd listen while they told her all about their days.

At thirty-five, she felt she had it made.

Her husband Frank, however, wasn't so complacent. He was a loving and attentive husband, but he seemed fixated on one very small aspect of their relationship - his penis. He felt it was too small to satisfy her. Debra tried to convince him otherwise, telling him he was perfectly fine for her.

"My god, Frank, we've got two kids - what more do you want?" she'd tell him. Her kids were the spitting image of her - blond, slender and cute. Her brown-haired husband didn't seem to have any input into the gene pool, something that she occasionally joked about. He'd respond that he suspected they might be the offspring of the mailman.

"I'll bet he has a bigger dick," he'd say.

While his four inches was a bit on the small side, she had accepted that as part of her husband and wasn't about to make him feel more inadequate. Their love-making was enough for her.

But Frank being Frank, he wouldn't let it go. He began to incorporate fantasies into their bedroom sessions. Fantasies that included men with big cocks. At first, she was indignant, telling him that she didn't want anyone in bed with her but him. She didn't want Frank to think she wasn't satisfied with him. The truth was, she found it kind of a turn-on to pretend. She resisted it for a while, but when it became clear that Frank found it stimulating, she allowed herself to get caught up in it.

In the beginning of their fantasy life, it was all about cock size. A man with an eight-inch cock fucking her instead of him. She could picture that in her mind and saw it as Frank with a larger penis, not some stranger. Eventually, however, Frank began talking about black men and their rumored big cocks. That added an illicit thrill to their bedroom antics and Debra sometimes found herself fantasizing about it even when she wasn't in bed with him.

That led to some steamy morning sessions in front of her computer, looking at interracial porn and rubbing herself to a satisfying climax. She was reluctant to tell Frank about her escapades at first. She didn't want him to know she was getting caught up in his fantasy.

It was clear that Frank liked her to pretend. She began to grow comfortable with that dark part of her. Over the months, she began to vocalize her fantasies more and more, but only when they were in bed and Frank started it off. He'd be inside her, stroking his little cock in and out, and tell her: "Picture a big black cock fucking you right now, stretching you out, wouldn't that be great?"

"Oh, yeah, honey, I can feel it - he's so big! He reaches me in places you can't!"

It had always felt odd that Frank liked to be told he was inadequate - it was a major turn-on for him. She could never quite understand it, but she went along, even adding embellishments of her own as time went by.

She had never heard of cuckold porn, but she stumbled across it one day while perusing the interracial sex videos she had come to love. When she saw that first video of a white woman being fucked by a well-endowed black man while the husband watched from the sidelines, his small cock in hand, she finally understood Frank's secret desire.

"My god," she whispered at the screen. "That's just like Frank!"

The next time they made love, she shared her fantasy with him. He was inside her, rubbing his shaft into her soft wetness and she said, "I'll bet you'd like to watch me fuck a big black cock, huh?"

"Ohhh, yeah," he said, and came, just like that.

Debra was far from satisfied, but she didn't let on. She hugged him and said, "Ohh, I guess that really excited you, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he said, cuddling up close to her. "I think it would be hot."

"But why? Wouldn't you be jealous?"

"No. I mean, I suppose on one level I would be, but if it made you happy..."

"I'm happy now."

"Oh, I know. It's just because I love you, I want you to experience everything. You know..."

"No, I don't."

"Well," He bit his lip. "I just hate the idea that you'll go through your entire life not experiencing that, you know. I mean, you haven't had many lovers."

"I didn't need many - I found you in college and that was it."

"I know - and I'm grateful. I'm the luckiest man in the world. It's just that..." He trailed off.

"I think it would turn you on more than it would me."

He gave her an odd look. "You think? Hmm. I don't know - you can't say until you've tried it."

"Well, I'm not going to try it! My god, Frank, think of the mess that would create!"

"I'm not talking about you sneaking around and having an affair! I'm just talking about, you know, having someone come over when I'm here, that's all."

"That's all? That's all?" She felt a mixture of anger and arousal, made worse because she hadn't come yet. "My god, you're talking about bringing someone else into our marriage! How could you like that?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I just do."

If she had ever doubted that Frank was a candidate for cuckolding, that conversation had confirmed it.