I have an interracial cuckolding fantasy in which I do not believe is normal. I have not acted on it at all. I have never told my wife of it, it is embarrassing. I am sure there is some psychological reason behind it. It is obviously a dysfunctional thought process and I would like to understand it.

I welcome all intellectual analysis of this fantasy as to understand the nature with intentions of ridding myself of this desire.

This fantasy will encourage many hate mails as well. Please refrain in this case, for I am seriously seeking psychological reasons in which this fantasy could possibly exist. I realize it is warped and disturbing so please save your time and energy of telling me that.

I am looking for productive interpretations, analysis, and process of elimination of the thoughts.

The intention is that when understanding the nature of the fantasy, one can exterminate the desires. The reason I would like to rid myself of this particular fantasy is that it has gained strength through the years reaching a point of almost a necessity to reach orgasm. The intensity of orgasm is also much stronger when this fantasy used.

I will give the fantasy in detail; this is Literotica and must retain your interest as a reader. The details may give some clue as to the nature as well.

I am not sure at what age these type fantasies started but can give a clue as to when I was aware of it.

Stacey and I were married at age twenty-three; everything seemed to be healthy and normal. The sex life was very good and still is. We are now both twenty-nine.

I remember after about a year of marriage thoughts of Stacey with a black man that she worked with would enter my mind. I would quickly become aroused; however, I would kill the thought as fast as it had surfaced. Even then, I knew that it was not normal and something was going on in my head that was dysfunctional.

There are different scenarios of this fantasy but I will give one in this story in which has been very arousing for me.

During our lovemaking, I began to envision him and her making out in the back seat of her car in a secluded wooded area in which I am familiar with the location. It would be after work and for some reason; they accidentally pressed redial on her cell phone in there positioning themselves into the backseat of her SUV. The redial was the number home in which I answer and I only hear sounds.

Stacey's cell number is showing on the caller ID.

I listen intently as to figure out what is going on. I hear slight moaning, kissing noises. I hear his voice in which I am able to identify who it is.

"Do you think anyone will drive up on us?" It is Stacey's voice, a soft moaning whisper.

"No baby, no one ever comes here at night, this place is hard to get to and deep behind the lake. Everybody always stops and hangs at the front of the lake."

It is Keenan. I know the voice; I have talked to him at her work many times. I know the location in which he is talking about. I envision it all.

Stacey is comforted and confident that no one will see them; the kissing revives. I hear the movements of their necking, the swapping of saliva. I sit with the phone glued to my ear.

Her friends at work have covered for her; she is supposed to be having dinner with them after work. She knows that I will not question them of anything different. She has went out with them many times after work. She is free for three hours to experience this black man. Her two friends somewhere across town, knowing what is happening to her at this very moment.

"Mmmmmmm." Stacey softly moans somewhat muffled, their mouths locked.

Ruffling sounds come across as I try to figure out what is going on; and then the sound of a zipper. I see it all clearly. His black fingers his slowly unzipping Stacey's jeans. She moves her hips upwards for him. She parts her legs slightly, letting his large black hand complete the process.

I look down; my erection protrudes the top of my underwear. I feel confused by the arousal of my wife's infidelity. I should be outraged, blazing with anger. However, I do not.

I feel what she feels, nervous and excited. Our bellies filled with butterflies flapping about.

I know she is swollen and wet, I have felt it, tasted it.

Very clearly, I see a close-up of his black fingers reaching the top of her white panties. He slips the four fingers in between the material and her skin. The elastic expands. His blackness contrasts from the whiteness of her skin.

Their mouths joined, tongues exploring one another's mouths.

She starts to pant as his fingers move closer to her wetness. Her breathing increases.

I have started to massage myself. Hearing the sounds resonating from Stacey has increased the thrill.

Keenan feels the wetness on the tips of his fingers, Stacey quivers, "Nnnnnhhh.mmmmm"; she moans softly breathing heavily.

He parts the lips of her cunt, she is soaking wet, and it feels pleasantly soft on his fingers. He has this white woman under his control now; he knows she is far gone in her desires. He would have her tonight.

His fingers massage her clit. Her hips slowly rotate in the seat. She has moved a hand to his crotch. She feels the bulge in his pants. She is excited about it, what he will feel like, she thought.

I feel as though I am in the car with them, hovering above them watching every move, every detail. I am invisible.

Keenan slides his fingers down finding the opening of her. He slides a finger in.

"MMmmmmm." Stacey moans as he slips in a second finger.

She is slowly humping upwards against his hand. His black fingers inside her white cunt are soaking. Her cunt feels good to him. He thinks how he loves to take white women. He loves to break them in for black men. He loves to be the first to realize their taboo.

Her hand rapidly moving across the bulge in his pants has shown him the craving she has to release him.

He removes his hand from her pants, "Lets get those pants off." He says to her.

"Yesssss." Stacey whispers as she raises her hips allowing him to pull them from her. She pulls her feet free of the jeans and then Keenan takes her socks off.

She lies back as he rubs and massages the inside of her milky white thighs. She places her left foot against the back of the headrest of the driver's seat. He inserts three of his fingers inside her slowly working them in and out.

"I am getting you ready." He says to her.

He must be well endowed she thinks, large, very large. His fingers are wide as he rotates the three in and out as if he is working her wider and wider.

I am sitting in the chair, at home, listening to my wife commit adultery. A black man is preparing her to be his. I must be crazy, but I am playing with myself. I am average in size and I know he is twice my size. How can I be aroused, what is this about?

Stacey stares into his eyes as she is working her hips up and down to meet the movement of his hand. She arches her hips upward feeling his fingers enter further and wider. The act of pushing her hips up to him as a gesture to give him more of her pussy has excited her intensely.

Keenan takes his hand from my wife. He gets on his knees in the seat before her. She watches, staring at his crotch as he unbuttons.

The zipper is down; he places his thumbs in the hips of his pants and underwear. He begins to pull them down.

She watches closely, it seems to be happening in slow motion.

His black cock flops free of his jeans.

Stacey's mouth opens slightly. He is thick and long. She had not seen one this size except in an adult movie she watched with me.

She gazes at it. She feels her cunt pulsate at the sight of it almost as if her it has a separate longing for his cock. Her eyes, fixed on it as he removes the rest of his clothing.

His black body is beautiful to her. He slowly shifts his hips to her face, his knees against the back of the seat. His black hips straddle her white face.

His cock is semi erect as he touches it to her lips.

Stacey kisses it, moves a hand to it. Her small white hand fists the base while opening her mouth. Her fingers do not reach around the girth. The excitement is driving her crazy. Her mouth opens wide to engulf his enormous black manhood. Her lips slide over the enormous head.

Her mind is almost dizzy from the excitement. She tastes him, she feels him, and he fills her mouth as no other had. She licks and sucks. Her mouth forms a perfect "O". Her lips stretch tightly around the black shaft as the head massages her throat.

She is thinking that she has never enjoyed a cock in her mouth as she is now. She wants him to feel great pleasures from her mouth; she wants to care for his manhood.

He looks down at her, he is proud of his cock. He watches her white mouth work it. Her beauty taking him in her mouth wanting to pleasure him excited him greatly. He knew she had not experienced a black man before, he knew she never had felt a man this large inside her. Tonight he would touch the depths that no man had ever known.

She would give in to him from now on after tonight, just like so many others.

"That's it, suck it baby." Keenan's voice sounded deep but soft.

"Mmmmmmm." I heard Stacey now moaning and the sucking sounds were driving me crazy.

His hips moved forward pushing her head against the back of the seat. His huge black sack of nuts swung freely as she moved a hand to caress them.

I could visualize her hips rotating in the seat as she sucked. He cunt had opened up, lips swelled at the anticipation of feeling him inside her.

Keenan staring down at her he asked, "Do you want this black dick inside you Stacey?"

"Yes oh yes." She whimpered.

Keenan moved away from her face, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down in the seat to where she lay on her back.

Her mind started racing now about what was about to happen to her. She was about to be fucked by a black man. What would he do to her, how would it feel? Would she be the same? Oh and what about his size, could she take it, would my husband know?

None of the questions mattered, she was to far gone. She would be black fucked.

I listened on the phone, I heard as he slid her down in the seat, my mind watched it as if I was there still hovering over the top of them, invisible.

He knelt between her white legs. She stared into his eyes as she draped the right leg over the back seat, knee slightly bent with her toes and the front of her foot pressed against the back passenger window. She moved her left leg over the front passenger seat positioned against the glass as the other.

I could see how it looked from the outside as well. Her white feet pressed against the glass. Her legs spread with his large black body in between them. He was ready to take his reward. A reward for just being the man he was.

I listened as he lay on top of her. I watched downward as he moved his massive arms under her petite body.

Stacey started to shake. This was it. She would have another man, not just any other man though, a black one. She was giving herself to him. Her heart pounded, her cunt pulsated. Her stomach filled with butterflies.

She felt his cock lay against her as his body pressed to hers. The head against her mid belly, his balls lay on her cunt. He slid down some; she feels the shaft press against her pussy spreading the lips wider.

Keenan feels the wetness of her on his cock. He takes it slow. This is something he is far to used to, the breaking in of a white woman. He savored it, making her wait.

He moved up and down, the huge shaft rubbing the length of her cunt manipulating her clit.

The sensations cause her to squirm.

He kisses her, "You ready for this baby."

"Yes oh yes please give it to me."

He reaches down grasping his cock, pulls his hips up and starts working the head up and down her slit. He feels how swelled she is, he feels how wet she is on his cock. He knows he will have to go slow though but then he would fuck her into oblivion.

Keenan positions the enormous black head of his cock at the opening of Stacey's cunt. He stops. She quivers all over uncontrollably.

The pace of her breathing has picked up, her chest heaves, and she begins to pant. Her eyes glazed over, staring into his.

Keenan begins to push inwards; she feels the head trying to penetrate her. Stacey lifts her hips up slightly to him, trying to give her cunt to him.

She feels the pressure, he is pushing, and she starts tossing her head from side to side.

He watches her face, knowing the expression. He is savoring every single moment just before he busts through. He knows afterwards that she will need only him for her sexual pleasure.

Her hair tosses from side to side as her head thrashes. Her hands grasping at his back.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh God ohhhhhh God ohhhhhh god." Her moans are whimpers as I know what is about to happen. The pressure of his entrance into her has built to the point that penetration is close. Her toes curl against the glass. She feels him about to split her open.

Keenan knows the final moment that he will burst through.

He stares at the thrashing of her head just before the final thrust of opening her up. He listens.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh God ohhhhhhhhh.God.Ohhhhhhh God." She pants and whimpers.

Then.

He penetrates her, the head of his cock inside Stacey. He feels it rupture her. Stacey's faithful innocence is lost, gone forever.

"OH MY GOD.OH MY GOD.AAAHHHHHGGG AAAWWW GAAAAWD." She gasps and moans as she throws her head back. Her head tilted back in the seat, her mouth wide open.

He smiles down upon her.

She slaps at his back as he pushes ever so slowly deeper.

I hear her voice echoing over the phone, "OHHHHH MY GOD OHHH MY GOD OHHHHH GOD OHHHHHH GAAAAWDDDD."

The canal of her cunt is opening up. The head of his cock is leading the way spreading her cunt like never before. He is going so slowly. She feels his head spreading her cunt every inch of the way.

Keenan is making this pussy his.

Stacey's mind has turned into a state of pure elation. She feels sensations inside her she did not know existed. She senses the moment he has gone deeper than she has felt before. She knows it. He has just penetrated her past the point of any man. She can feel his cock breaking her in.

Stacey claws at his back, gasping words shock and surprise. His massive black body bears down on her. The piece of meat that hung between his legs was slowly disappearing in Stacey. Her cunt grasping at it, clinching at his girth.

The thoughts raced through her mind even in this state, "Oh god how deep is he going."

Stacey's eyes nearly shut as they started to cross. Keenan rested on top of her.

The length of his cock was gone, inside her. Her cunt lips, was wrapped tightly around the base of the shaft. His black balls rested against her asshole.

He did not move. He began to kiss her the throat of her neck.

Her hands had moved to the buttocks of his black ass.

"You like that baby, how do you like that." He softly asked her.

"Ohhhhhh God I love it ohhhhh God yessssssss." She panted to him.

He rotated his hips while inside her. He was opening her up some more. He wanted this pussy to take a fucking it never had.

Stacey thought to herself how she loved it; she could not believe a cock could feel this good. She did not realize a man could make her open up so wide and deep.

All of a sudden, Keenan's hips raised, he started a slow fuck. He thrust into her back and forth. The pace picked up until he had jarred her feet from the windows. Her feet now flailed about in the air of the SUV.

He plunged down with force slamming her ass into the backseat.

She felt the lips of her cunt slide up the shaft of his thick cock as he made his upward stroke.

Keenan manhandled her now. He drove inside her with animalistic ownership.

"Unnnnngggghhhh." Stacey grunted with every plunge he executed. Her body shook from the force of his body slamming into hers. The SUV rocked in the secluded woods. The springs squeaked out in the quietness.

He had opened the canal of her cunt up now so he could fuck her, as she needed to be. Like a black man was born to fuck.

Oh, God I heard it all, I heard his body slapping against hers, and I heard her SUV rocking. I heard her grunts and moans as he took her pussy. Oh this was my baby, my wife, how did this happen. Sweet innocent Stacey black fucked, her pussy destroyed.

"You like getting black fucked, huh, you like gettin black fucked, huh baby." He spoke to her with dominating confidence.

"Uuunnngghhh yyesssssss yesssss yesssss Ohhhhhh Goddd yessssss unnnnggh." She gasped and panted excitedly.

His black ass would rise into the air and drive down, pushing her ass in the seat, jarring her body.

She felt her cunt clutch at his cock as he withdrew. She felt the lips around the girth sliding creating a feeling not felt before. His massive meat pulled her clit inside with it as he plunged in her. The rhythm of this stroke did not take long to bring her to orgasm.

She started to cum as he pummeled inside her. She felt her clit slide along the shaft in and out. She could not hold back.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH GAAAAAWWWD.NNNNGGGGGHH OHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD YESSSSSSSSSSSS AAHHHHHHH."

Stacey came with an explosion of sensations. She became dizzy. He pounded into her backseat without letting up. Keenan knew she would cum again. She felt the wetness between her legs. Another orgasm quickly built up. She came twice more before Keenan could no longer take it.

"HOLY FUCKKK OHHHHHH DAMN IT FUCKKKKKK YEAH BABY YESSSSS."

He slammed into her, his powerful hips driving her deeply into the cushion of the seat. He held himself in.

She felt the eruption of hot cum as he exploded deeply in her cunt. A strange sensation coating her insides at depths newly realized.

Stacey had a feeling of euphoria to the extreme. She was broken in. The taboo of allowing this black man to use her cunt for his pleasure brought a thrill of excitement. Her thoughts were erotically wound as she reflected on how her cunt just pleasured this well endowed black man.

She laid spread eagle, spent from elation, her hips week, her cunt pleasurably sore.

He lifted himself from her and sat back. She got up, moved between his legs, her knees in the floorboard. She looked at his cock, grasping it and started kissing it wildly. She was not sure what came over her but she had become obsessed with it. She moaned kissing it, pecks, her mind thinking, "Oh God this is the cock that has done this to me."

She kissed the head the shaft, his nuts. She took him in her mouth sucking. She slobbed for all she was worth. He thickened in her mouth. She felt she owed his cock all she could give him. Keenan had been here before. Many white women had fell under the spell of his black cock. Yes it was the size but most of all it was his blackness. It was the white women's taboo, forbidden fruit, and he had the tool to make it all the more erotic for them.

Keenan bucked up in her mouth, fucking Stacey's mouth, grunting and exploding another load into her, this time in her mouth. It spewed from the sides leaking from her lips, she did not care, and she wanted this for him. She swallowed what was left in her mouth.

By this time I have came twice, now a feeling of jealousy lurks within. But what could I expect.

Keenan leaves her, returns to his car and drives away.

Stacey cleans her face, brushes her hair and reapplies makeup and lipstick using her rearview.

She drives home nervous about what she has done but her friends have covered for her whereabouts and she was a little early to be home, plenty of time she thought.

She arrives home and gives me some small chat before showering. We go to bed and kiss each other good night. I never let on that I know. That is it. Now you see what I am talking about. How could a man think this of his wife, well I do and it gets me off intensely. I love the thought of it.

My thoughts must cease now. I have to know where they are coming from and why.

And before you ask; no I will not see anyone about this. I am too embarrassed to speak to someone face to face about it.