The Fantasy That Cost Me My Marriage

Abstract: Introduction - First of eight chapters. Lenny and Tina are a married, white, working class, suburban couple. Lenny has a fantasy to have his wife meet, date, fall in love with, get pregnant, and have a child with a black man. You can imagine Tina’s reaction.

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I have some perverted and kinky sexual fantasies and desires, but some fantasies should stay fantasies and never become reality. This is certainly the case in my story. It wound up costing me my marriage to the most kind, caring, loving, and without question – the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.

My name is Lenny and my second wife is Tina. I’ll admit that I’m less than a desirable mate, short, bald, fat, 50 plus years old, but people love my warm, kind, and compassionate spirit. People also love that I’m rich: owning and operating a large truck repair and parts business in the city. With Lisa, my first wife, we have three beautiful children, but she loathed my feral sexual desire for strippers and hookers, and my kinky sexual fantasies. She tolerated me until the kids went off to college, then divorced me.

Tina is almost half my age, stunningly beautiful, tall, fit, with a super-model’s body. She quit her job as a salesclerk when we married. She works hard to keep in great shape with diet and exercise. Why on earth would a goddess like that want to marry me? First, I’m rich – as previously mentioned. Second, she wants someone to worship her and take care of her. I’m that guy. And most important, she has an insatiable sexual appetite and into the kink just as much as me. Her first husband divorced her because of her overt and sometimes wanton behavior and unfaithfulness. This was such a turn-on for me. Over time, I became less interested in my own sexual pleasures and more turned on with Tina’s unabashed debauchery with other men. That’s how she became my hotwife and I became her cuck.

Tina had no problem being approached by and dating several men. She would tell me about her adventures during our bedtime together which led to wild, crazy, and most satisfying sex. She would only go out on dates with guys a few times, have sex, never spending the night, then break it off shortly after. She didn’t want to get romantically involved with them since she loved me and it would only complicate our relationship.

One evening, I revealed to her my fantasy that I’ve been keeping to myself for a very long time – years in fact. I told her I wanted her to be with a black man. She’d never been with a black guy, wasn’t opposed to it, but didn’t find one attractive enough to pursue. Then I made the fantasy more extreme. I told her that I would like for her to have a long-term relationship and fall in love with him. Tina became extremely concerned. She was opposed to any long-term, extra-marital affairs that would jeopardize our relationship. If that wasn’t enough, I then dropped the bomb on her: I told her I wanted her to get pregnant and have a baby with this black man. Tina couldn’t believe what she just heard. She was motionless, speechless, a silence that went on for almost a minute, as if she was in complete denial of what she had just heard.

After the birth of my last child, I got a vasectomy so I wouldn’t have more kids. When Tina and I married, she told me she wanted us to have a family. She wanted to get pregnant and bear her own child. I told her I would, but we never got into the details of how this would be accomplished.

Tina finally came out of her daze and said “OK, you want me to date a black man, become romantically involved with him, get pregnant and have a child with him – while being married to you?” I nodded yes. She then said “ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!? You’re not thinking straight. Imagine what this would do to our marriage, to our families, to our friends we know and love. Lenny, this is a fantasy that needs to stay as a fantasy.”

“I know it’s crazy Tina,” I said. “There’s a lot of lose here, but it’s important to focus on what we want, not on what everybody else thinks. I know you think about black men even though you never dated or had sex with one. By the way, I hear they’re better lovers than white guys. But more important, you want to have a child. This is the perfect opportunity.” “You’ve lost your fucking mind Lenny,” Tina said. “If I have a baby with a black man, the child will be black. We’re a white couple. Everyone will know this is not your child.”

“I understand Tina,” I said. “A generation ago, this would have been totally taboo. Today, it’s more accepted. All I’m asking is that you think about it. If you date a black man and nothing more, I’ll be more than satisfied.” There was a long, silent pause. Finally, Tina said “I love you Lenny. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you. But this is truly fucked-up. I don’t think your head is on straight, and you really thought this through. This whole thing is fraught with danger. I’ll think about this, but you need to think about this too.”