Erika and I were together for two years. The moment I saw
her I fell head over heels for her. We met at a friend's wedding and I
remember catching sight of this tall blonde in a red dress with a
beautiful face and an amazing body and thinking that that was my dream
woman right there. I couldn't believe she was on her own - and I suspect
it was her overwhelming looks that made the few other single men
present at the wedding hesitant to approach her.
We didn't actually get to meet until after the dinner was over but by that time I had pestered everyone around me to find out as much as I could about the mystery blonde. I had found out her name, who she was friends with - and most amazingly of all I discovered what she did for a living: that she was a published model, well-known under a different name. When the dinner was over I persuaded my friend Fiona to introduce me to Erika and, having made me promise not to come on too strong, she finally agreed.
I have to admit I was nervous meeting Erika because she was so stand-out gorgeous, but after Fiona introduced us, I managed to summon it together to chat to her. She was absolutely lovely in person but I reckoned she was making a lot more of an impression on me than probably I was on her! She was amazing. Nevertheless I persevered and by the end of the evening I had given her my number.
It's always difficult when you meet a girl you completely fall for and you've got to wait for her to call. I wondered whether I would even hear from her, but at the end of the next day she sent me a short text message saying it was nice to meet me. I replied and asked if she would meet me for a coffee and so, a week later, we had our first date.
It took a while for Erika and I to get together. She had been through a difficult break-up and wasn't ready to jump into another relationship. At first I knew she wasn't convinced, but I kept trying and over time we grew closer and then we became a couple.
We didn't actually get to meet until after the dinner was over but by that time I had pestered everyone around me to find out as much as I could about the mystery blonde. I had found out her name, who she was friends with - and most amazingly of all I discovered what she did for a living: that she was a published model, well-known under a different name. When the dinner was over I persuaded my friend Fiona to introduce me to Erika and, having made me promise not to come on too strong, she finally agreed.
I have to admit I was nervous meeting Erika because she was so stand-out gorgeous, but after Fiona introduced us, I managed to summon it together to chat to her. She was absolutely lovely in person but I reckoned she was making a lot more of an impression on me than probably I was on her! She was amazing. Nevertheless I persevered and by the end of the evening I had given her my number.
It's always difficult when you meet a girl you completely fall for and you've got to wait for her to call. I wondered whether I would even hear from her, but at the end of the next day she sent me a short text message saying it was nice to meet me. I replied and asked if she would meet me for a coffee and so, a week later, we had our first date.
It took a while for Erika and I to get together. She had been through a difficult break-up and wasn't ready to jump into another relationship. At first I knew she wasn't convinced, but I kept trying and over time we grew closer and then we became a couple.
The first year we were together was absolutely amazing
and one of the best years of my very lucky life yet. Firstly, Erika is
absolutely gorgeous. She's 5 foot 9, with long blonde hair, blue eyes,
and a killer body measuring 34E-25-34 - yes 34E - and yes - that is
all-natural! Secondly she is a fantastic person and we had a great time
together.
But it was in the second year that something happened that very nearly broke us up. One weekend Erika was staying at my flat and I had to go into work on Saturday. I didn't know it, but during that day Erika had gone on to my laptop to book us a table at a restaurant for later and I had failed to clear my browsing history. This must be one of the most basic but disastrous mistakes in relationships and usually I am very careful, but on this occasion I had forgotten to cover my tracks - and Erika got to see exactly what I like to look at when I am on the internet. Needless to say interracial sites were at the very top of the list - a pretty major discovery for your girlfriend to make.
Erika confronted me about it that evening and let's just say that she was very upset. I will post seperately about this situation which I think a lot of couples in this scene go through. It's real and it's not nice. I tried to excuse and explain but she felt hurt and I really did fear that what she had discovered would cost us our relationship. As it turned out it took us weeks to get over it and I was forced to be honest with Erika in a way that I was never expecting.
Again I will post about this more fully at another time, but the biggest thing that women find hard to deal with about the whole cuckoldry issue is that it makes them feel - initially - that you do not care for them, as ultimately you want to see them with another man. They are just not programmed the way guys are and they assume - and of course "normal" society dictates - that no man should want them to be anything other than completely "with" him and faithful. If he does not care about this, he does not care about you.
Actually what those of us who have the cuckold desire know, is that the exact reverse is the case. It is absolutely because we adore, worship and care about our women and put them on a pedestal, that the greatest and deepest desire is to see them with another man. For a white guy, it's made all the more intense if the other man is a more stereotypically "powerful" Black man. This was what I had to work very hard to explain to Erika and initially she could not understand it. It was only after a lot of talking and explaining that she began - on some level - to understand it and accept it. That we got through this says more for how incredible she is than I could ever convey.
My first cuckolding experience took some long and hard work to create but it was an experience I will never forget. My relationship with Erika was finally back on the right track after her discovery and I felt that being honest with her had made us closer. Let's face it, I certainly didn't have much option without the risk of losing her.
Our sex life was active and because Erika is just so goddam sexy to me, making love with her is always an amazing experience. But given my obsession with interracial and cuckoldry I would always fantasise about these things when we made love. It certainly made the sex even more intense for me.
A couple of years prior to meeting Erika, I had been at a London fetish club in the East End and I had met a famous British Black male porn star. I won't name him - but if you've seen any British interracial porn you'll know who he is! I'll refer to him as "Mr X". I had been a fan of his work for a while - he's a big, tattooed, dark-skinned, huge-dicked Black guy who does a lot of interracial scenes that you can find on the net and even some cuckold themed stuff - and I was completely in awe of the way this guy has sex.
That night at the club, Mr X was with his girlfriend Michelle (a stunningly sexy blonde who has also done adult modelling and has quite a following). The couple were well-known on the scene and certainly were getting a lot of attention that night, but I made it my mission to speak to Mr X and tell him how much of a fan I was of his work. He was a cool guy and thanked me for being a fan. We talked for a while and I told him that if I was ever in the position to try the cuckold experience myself I would love it for him to be involved. I got the impression by his amused smile that Mr X had heard this more than once before, but he was polite and told me that if it ever worked out I should get in touch with him.
With everything that had happened I was trying to be a lot more honest with Erika about my feelings without upsetting her or scaring her away. This is the challenge that faces any guy who is into this scene. Erika and I had talked and I finally got her comfortable enough to say that she did find Black men attractive - but she had only ever had one experience with a Black guy which she said was good but that she did not want to say anymore.
I asked Erika if she would ever consider trying the cuckolding experience with me. While she was no longer surprised by these things, I could tell Erika still had a problem dealing with my desires. I think she found it tough to reconcile my fantasies with what she thought our relationship should be. I myself had very mixed emotions about involving Erika in my fantasies and bringing them into our shared reality, but I knew that my fantasies would never disappear. What choice did I have...
After weeks of discussing it, I knew that the only way to progress my fantasy was to take it very slowly and gradually (again something I think a lot of cucks don't do patiently enough). I asked Erika if she would grant me a wish: would she come with me to just meet a guy who had experience in the cuckolding scene for a chat about it? There would be no strings and no agenda, just a chat, during the day, in a public place, with a guy who had some genuine experience.
When Erika finally agreed, I immediately contacted Mr X, reminding him that we had met, explaining my situation with my girlfriend, and asking if he would meet us for an hour one weekend. I assured him I was genuine and I included in my email a standard photo of Erika and I together - nothing wild, just an iphone selfie. To my delight, Mr X replied immediately with some very complimentary words about the pic of Erika. Already it was an incredible turn-on for me - made even better when he agreed to meet us.
We arranged to meet in a coffee shop in central London the following Saturday afternoon. Erika and I discussed it in the days leading up to the meeting and part of me worried that she would not want to go ahead even with the initial meeting. There was a part of me that even hoped that she wouldn't. But when Saturday came, I couldn't let the meeting fall through and I persuaded Erika to at least come with me to the meeting.
As we travelled I could tell Erika was nervous and very undecided about going ahead. The feeling of nerves grew as we got closer to the coffee shop. Before we went in, I held Erika's hand and told her that if she felt at all uncomfortable we would leave immediately. We went inside to meet Mr X.
The first great pleasure for me was seeing Mr X's eyes light up when he saw my girlfriend. He almost lost his ultra-cool persona! Erika was wearing tight dark blue jeans, boots, a top and a fitted leather jacket, and she looked gorgeous. This was a Black guy who had sex with some seriously hot British and European models, but Erika - in my view - is more attractive than them all. I was glad it looked like Mr X agreed.
The second pleasure was in the relaxed and friendly way Mr X greeted us and made us feel at ease even though we were both nervous as hell. He was confident, funny and a little cheeky - particularly good with Erika - and he told her right upfront that this scene was about treating people well and never making anyone do anything they didn't want to do. The conversation was a little awkward at first, but Mr X made a real effort to put us at our ease and for that I was very grateful.
We spent an hour with him in total just chatting - and Mr X made it clear how much he found Erika attractive and desireable - without coming on too strong. At a certain point in that hour I could feel the dynamic relax and shift. Mr. X gave Erika the nickname "Supermodel", which I loved - particularly as I could tell that she also found it very flattering!
Mr X told us he would leave it entirely up to us if we wanted to meet him again. As he got up to go, he shook my hand and gave Erika a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Just that alone was probably one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. "That wasn't so bad, was it!" he said and she laughed. To this day I am grateful to Mr X that he made our first step so easy.
But it was in the second year that something happened that very nearly broke us up. One weekend Erika was staying at my flat and I had to go into work on Saturday. I didn't know it, but during that day Erika had gone on to my laptop to book us a table at a restaurant for later and I had failed to clear my browsing history. This must be one of the most basic but disastrous mistakes in relationships and usually I am very careful, but on this occasion I had forgotten to cover my tracks - and Erika got to see exactly what I like to look at when I am on the internet. Needless to say interracial sites were at the very top of the list - a pretty major discovery for your girlfriend to make.
Erika confronted me about it that evening and let's just say that she was very upset. I will post seperately about this situation which I think a lot of couples in this scene go through. It's real and it's not nice. I tried to excuse and explain but she felt hurt and I really did fear that what she had discovered would cost us our relationship. As it turned out it took us weeks to get over it and I was forced to be honest with Erika in a way that I was never expecting.
Again I will post about this more fully at another time, but the biggest thing that women find hard to deal with about the whole cuckoldry issue is that it makes them feel - initially - that you do not care for them, as ultimately you want to see them with another man. They are just not programmed the way guys are and they assume - and of course "normal" society dictates - that no man should want them to be anything other than completely "with" him and faithful. If he does not care about this, he does not care about you.
Actually what those of us who have the cuckold desire know, is that the exact reverse is the case. It is absolutely because we adore, worship and care about our women and put them on a pedestal, that the greatest and deepest desire is to see them with another man. For a white guy, it's made all the more intense if the other man is a more stereotypically "powerful" Black man. This was what I had to work very hard to explain to Erika and initially she could not understand it. It was only after a lot of talking and explaining that she began - on some level - to understand it and accept it. That we got through this says more for how incredible she is than I could ever convey.
My first cuckolding experience took some long and hard work to create but it was an experience I will never forget. My relationship with Erika was finally back on the right track after her discovery and I felt that being honest with her had made us closer. Let's face it, I certainly didn't have much option without the risk of losing her.
Our sex life was active and because Erika is just so goddam sexy to me, making love with her is always an amazing experience. But given my obsession with interracial and cuckoldry I would always fantasise about these things when we made love. It certainly made the sex even more intense for me.
A couple of years prior to meeting Erika, I had been at a London fetish club in the East End and I had met a famous British Black male porn star. I won't name him - but if you've seen any British interracial porn you'll know who he is! I'll refer to him as "Mr X". I had been a fan of his work for a while - he's a big, tattooed, dark-skinned, huge-dicked Black guy who does a lot of interracial scenes that you can find on the net and even some cuckold themed stuff - and I was completely in awe of the way this guy has sex.
That night at the club, Mr X was with his girlfriend Michelle (a stunningly sexy blonde who has also done adult modelling and has quite a following). The couple were well-known on the scene and certainly were getting a lot of attention that night, but I made it my mission to speak to Mr X and tell him how much of a fan I was of his work. He was a cool guy and thanked me for being a fan. We talked for a while and I told him that if I was ever in the position to try the cuckold experience myself I would love it for him to be involved. I got the impression by his amused smile that Mr X had heard this more than once before, but he was polite and told me that if it ever worked out I should get in touch with him.
With everything that had happened I was trying to be a lot more honest with Erika about my feelings without upsetting her or scaring her away. This is the challenge that faces any guy who is into this scene. Erika and I had talked and I finally got her comfortable enough to say that she did find Black men attractive - but she had only ever had one experience with a Black guy which she said was good but that she did not want to say anymore.
I asked Erika if she would ever consider trying the cuckolding experience with me. While she was no longer surprised by these things, I could tell Erika still had a problem dealing with my desires. I think she found it tough to reconcile my fantasies with what she thought our relationship should be. I myself had very mixed emotions about involving Erika in my fantasies and bringing them into our shared reality, but I knew that my fantasies would never disappear. What choice did I have...
After weeks of discussing it, I knew that the only way to progress my fantasy was to take it very slowly and gradually (again something I think a lot of cucks don't do patiently enough). I asked Erika if she would grant me a wish: would she come with me to just meet a guy who had experience in the cuckolding scene for a chat about it? There would be no strings and no agenda, just a chat, during the day, in a public place, with a guy who had some genuine experience.
When Erika finally agreed, I immediately contacted Mr X, reminding him that we had met, explaining my situation with my girlfriend, and asking if he would meet us for an hour one weekend. I assured him I was genuine and I included in my email a standard photo of Erika and I together - nothing wild, just an iphone selfie. To my delight, Mr X replied immediately with some very complimentary words about the pic of Erika. Already it was an incredible turn-on for me - made even better when he agreed to meet us.
We arranged to meet in a coffee shop in central London the following Saturday afternoon. Erika and I discussed it in the days leading up to the meeting and part of me worried that she would not want to go ahead even with the initial meeting. There was a part of me that even hoped that she wouldn't. But when Saturday came, I couldn't let the meeting fall through and I persuaded Erika to at least come with me to the meeting.
As we travelled I could tell Erika was nervous and very undecided about going ahead. The feeling of nerves grew as we got closer to the coffee shop. Before we went in, I held Erika's hand and told her that if she felt at all uncomfortable we would leave immediately. We went inside to meet Mr X.
The first great pleasure for me was seeing Mr X's eyes light up when he saw my girlfriend. He almost lost his ultra-cool persona! Erika was wearing tight dark blue jeans, boots, a top and a fitted leather jacket, and she looked gorgeous. This was a Black guy who had sex with some seriously hot British and European models, but Erika - in my view - is more attractive than them all. I was glad it looked like Mr X agreed.
The second pleasure was in the relaxed and friendly way Mr X greeted us and made us feel at ease even though we were both nervous as hell. He was confident, funny and a little cheeky - particularly good with Erika - and he told her right upfront that this scene was about treating people well and never making anyone do anything they didn't want to do. The conversation was a little awkward at first, but Mr X made a real effort to put us at our ease and for that I was very grateful.
We spent an hour with him in total just chatting - and Mr X made it clear how much he found Erika attractive and desireable - without coming on too strong. At a certain point in that hour I could feel the dynamic relax and shift. Mr. X gave Erika the nickname "Supermodel", which I loved - particularly as I could tell that she also found it very flattering!
Mr X told us he would leave it entirely up to us if we wanted to meet him again. As he got up to go, he shook my hand and gave Erika a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Just that alone was probably one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. "That wasn't so bad, was it!" he said and she laughed. To this day I am grateful to Mr X that he made our first step so easy.
