Olwen Goes Black

Author's note: This story is like one of those television docu-dramas. It is based on actual happenings, but some scenes have been altered or invented for dramatic purposes. All the main characters are real people, aged 18 or over, and all the sex scenes described are consensual. Some names have been changed to protect the identities of people who are still active in the lifestyle that this story describes.

Chapter One: How it all started (and some background information.)

When I got in from school that Friday, I was surprised to find that my cuckold was already home. Not only that, he was already in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I kissed him on the cheek, and looked suspiciously at him.

"What have you done?" I asked, with a hint of a smile on my lips. "You're home early and you're preparing our evening meal. You must have done something that I won't approve of. So come on, spit it out."

He looked at me with an expression that signified that my accusation had hurt him.

"Why do you assume that I've done something to upset you?" he asked. "The interviews finished early, because two candidates didn't turn up. One phoned to say that he'd been offered a job in another company, and the second was a no-show. I only had two people to interview after all."

I stroked his face and apologised. I had forgotten that he was interviewing candidates for a job in his business. A lot of things were slipping my mind these days. And that was definitely not his fault. Let me explain the circumstances.

Richard and I had been happily married for almost three years. We were comfortably off, given that I earned a very good salary in my position as deputy head in the primary school in the town where we live, and Richard owned and ran his own civil engineering company. We had a circle of friends with whom we socialised, went on holidays with, and who we met regularly for meals and social evenings in some of the restaurants and bars in town. Life in general was good.

Except for the sex. I must admit that I adore sex. I never need much persuading to indulge, and I've always been open and honest with Richard about my past. When he asked me to marry him, he already knew that I'd had several partners in the past. I also told him that I was bi-sexual, and that some of my past lovers had been women.

For the first eighteen months, perhaps two years of our marriage, I stayed monogamous, enduring rather than enjoying sex with my husband. It wasn't that he didn't try. He never turned me down when I initiated sex, and he often began things himself too. It was just that he was, still is, in fact, the owner of the tiniest, thinnest cock it has been my misfortune to behold. Added to that, when he got hard and put it in me, if he lasted three minutes before expelling a thin stream of cum, I counted myself lucky. Thankfully, his oral skills were much better, and he had no objection to me using any of my large collection of dildos and vibrators that I had amassed in the years before we were married.

As I said, we were happy together, despite Richard's shortcomings (pun intended!) in the bedroom. Neither of us wanted children, so I took the pill from the start of our marriage. I hated condoms, which I had discovered were the cause of the irritation I had suffered every time I had been fucked by a man wearing one. Also, I loved the sensation of feeling a man explode his cum into me. Unfortunately, Richard tended to dribble rather than explode, but I loved him (I still do) and so I put up with things, and spent a lot of money on batteries for my toys.

What changed my lifestyle started off with an innocent dinner party to which Richard and I had been invited. It took place in the home of our good friends Maureen and Brian, and we were expecting to be joined by another couple in our social circle, Cindy and Harold. Except, when we arrived, it was to the news that Cindy and Harold weren't coming. Over dinner, it emerged that Harold had discovered that Cindy was having an affair, and Maureen (always to the forefront where gossip was concerned) informed us that it looked as if divorce was on the cards.

I was shocked and upset. I liked Cindy and Harold, and the thought of not seeing them both together if, or rather when, they divorced, made me very sad. On the way home, when I told Richard how I felt,he agreed with me, and thus began the conversation that turned me into a hotwife and my husband into a cuckold.

We were in bed by this time. We'd had sex and Richard had barely got his cock in me before he shot his bolt. I wasn't happy, so he got me off with his tongue, and afterwards we spooned and I asked him how I tasted with cum in my cunt.

"Delicious," he replied, adding, "I only wish I was better equipped to pleasure you properly before going down on you. I imagine the taste would be even better if I'd made you cum first."

I chuckled. "I'll have to get you one of those rubber cock sheaths," I said cruelly. "You wear it over your little cock when you fuck me. The only problem is you don't get much pleasure as you don't get any feeling when you're wearing it."

"That wouldn't bother me," answered Richard. "I reckon that's why Cindy has been playing away. Harold's even less well endowed than I am! Cindy must have felt the need to have a real man fuck her."

There was silence in the bedroom after Richard had spoken these words. I'm as broad minded as the next person, but having an affair behind your husband's back seemed to me to be deceitful, treacherous and downright wrong. I told Richard as much, and I added, "When I married you, I did so 'for better or for worse.' I know you have a really small cock, but you do your best, and you always get me off with your tongue. I'd love it if you had a huge cock, but you haven't, so that's that."

"Yes, but it's not, is it?" replied my darling husband. "I love you as much as you love me. If you found a boyfriend who could fuck you properly, I wouldn't object. In fact, it would be the best of both worlds for the pair of us. You'd be sexually satisfied, and I'd be happy that you were being properly fucked. And we'd both know, so that you wouldn't have to do anything behind my back."

I was shocked. For a few moments I was almost unable to speak, but I did manage to burst out with "So no sooner than I found a 'boyfriend' as you put it, no doubt you'd be on the hunt for someone too. Someone younger than me, with firmer tits and a tighter cunt, I bet."

I got out of bed and stormed off into the spare bedroom, slamming the door shut and making it perfectly obvious to my husband that I certainly didn't approve of his plan to have a more open marriage.

I slept really badly. Richard and I had never slept apart since we'd been married. I was awakened by the combination of the sound of birdsong and sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. It had been dark when I came into the spare bedroom last night, and in my temper, I'd forgotten to draw the curtains. I knew that I'd never get back to sleep, but I didn't want to see Richard yet. I was still furious with him.

There was a tap on the door, it opened and Richard came in with a tray with two mugs of tea on it.

"Good morning, my darling," he said. "I'm so sorry about last night. Can we talk things through, please? I hate it when we quarrel."

"So do I," I admitted, forgiving him immediately and wriggling over in the smaller spare bed to make room for him. "I missed you and your tiny cock last night. It might not be big, and it might go off far too quickly, but it's what you've got, and I don't want you putting it in anybody but me."

"I never would," replied Richard earnestly. "And what you said last night was totally wrong. I don't need a younger bimbo with pert tits and a tight cunt. What I need is you, properly looked after, who could come home after a date to tell me how well you'd been fucked, and, if you wanted, to allow me to go down on you and clean you up."

"R... r...really?" I stuttered. "You'd really be happy if I went with another man?"

"Hell, yes," he replied with a grin. "Lots of couples do it. The term for a woman who fucks other men with her husband's knowledge and approval is a HotWife, and her husband is known as a cuckold. I must admit that I don't know which name turns me on more. You being a HotWife or me being made a cuckold! But it does turn me on. Look!"

He peeled back the duvet and displayed a rock solid three inches of hard cock. There was even a thick globule of pre-cum oozing out of his piss hole.I grinned at him.

"This tea is too hot to drink at the moment," I said, winking at him. "Let's leave it for a few minutes to cool, shall we?"

I shimmied down in bed and opened my legs.

"I want to hear more about becoming a HotWife" I said softly. "And I think that the term 'cuckold' suits you. Put your little cock in me now, and let's talk about how we're going to go about getting me a boyfriend with a real man's cock!"

I don't know what prompted me to start taunting and teasing Richard as we fucked, but that's exactly what I did. He put his cock in me and began to fuck me.

"Is it in yet?" I asked innocently. "I can't feel anything and I'm so desperate for cock. Hurry up and fuck me, Richard!"

It was enough to send him over the edge. But obviously the thought of what we were about to embark on, added to my taunting and teasing, inspired my husband-cuckold-to-be. He shot a load of cum into me that I could actually feel bathing my insides. When he'd finished spurting, he rolled off me and grinned apologetically.

"I love it when you talk dirty!" he whispered. "Sorry I came so quickly. Do you want me to go down on you?"

"Is the pope a catholic?" I answered with a grin. "You're going to have to get used to the taste of cum in my cunt, cuckold. I intend getting myself a boyfriend who is hung like a donkey. No more little Richard cock for me! I want a real man to fuck me."

Richard groaned and shoved his face into my cunt. His tongue found my aching clit and gave it a good lashing before he sucked in into his mouth and started to nibble on it. I moaned with pleasure and started to grind on his face. Several minutes later, I exploded as the best, most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. For the first time in my life, I squirted. The sensation was so intense!

When I finally released Richard from the scissor grip my thighs had put on his head, he was gasping for breath, red-faced and dripping with my cunt cream.

"Fucking hell!" he gasped. "That was fantastic. Just think what it will be like when you're a fully fledged HotWife!"

"So. How are we going to do this?" I asked, reaching for my by now cool cup of tea and sipping it gratefully. Sex like that we'd just had certainly made me thirsty!

Looking back on how we began our search for a boyfriend for me, we really didn't have a clue. We knew that we would have to be extremely discrete, and so putting an advert in the 'wanted' section of the local newspaper wasn't an option.

So we started looking at sites on the new phenomenon called the worldwide web. We quickly found numerous fetish dating websites, and set about enrolling on them. It soon became obvious that a lot of fakes, liars, cheats and bullshitters were using them too, but to our amazement, we found one advert from Cindy, who was, to quote the wording in her advert, "seeking a man with at least six inches of thick cock. Long stayers, heavy cummers and multiple performances welcomed."

That certainly put us on our guard. We were not ashamed of what we were about to embark on, but we didn't want to announce to the world in general, and our friends in particular, that we were seeking a boyfriend for me. Discretion was our guiding principle.

After several failed attempts to set me up with an advertiser who sounded right for me, Richard suggested that we include a photo with my advert. He assured me that he could blur my face sufficiently to prevent recognition, but include all my 'assets' as he put it. So a very explicit image of me (tits out, legs open, displaying my newly shaved, smooth cunt) appeared alongside my carefully worded advert.

I expected honesty, so I too was honest. My advert read:

"Happily married woman seeks casual boyfriend to satisfy me in bed. Poorly endowed husband approves, and will accompany me on any initial meeting to ensure my safety and, if we click, subsequently to satisfy his urge to watch me being properly fucked."

I had dozens of replies, many with cock pics attached. Nearly all boasted of implausible sexual prowess, and were immediately rejected. One, however, caught my eye, and I showed it to Richard.

"He sounds both genuine and suitable," Richard said, having read the reply. "Why don't you answer him, and ask for a few more details?"

I did just that, which led me to have a very wet cunt by the time I got into bed beside my husband.

"All done," I said, kissing him and adding, "now I need to be fucked."

Richard has rarely been able to perform to order, and even though I sucked him until he was sufficiently hard, the moment he put his cock in me, he shrivelled up and slid out again. As well as doing nothing for my self esteem, it left me totally frustrated. Richard made amends by going down on me and licking and sucking me to a couple of body-shuddering orgasms, and we drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

I checked in on my account daily, and after about four days I noticed that I had a reply from Andrew, my preferred potential boyfriend. I read his reply, and then showed it to Richard. He grinned as he read what Andrew had written.

"He sounds genuine," Richard said, looking at me in delight. "And he's included a phone number. Why don't you give him a ring? You've got to start somewhere."

I kissed him and held his face between my hands.

"I will phone him," I said in a low voice, "but only if you are sure about this. I'm contemplating giving myself to another man. Are you sure you're happy with that?"

"As long as you are being properly satisfied, I'm happy," he replied. "It will be such a turn-on for me to see you being pleasured by a real cock, and when we get home, I can clean you up. If you like, I'll even fuck you myself afterwards."

With shaking hands, I dialled the number which Andrew had included in his reply to my advert. When I heard that my call was connected, and was ringing, I put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" came a softly spoken voice.

"A... Andrew?" I replied, my voice shaking nervously.

"Speaking. Who is this?"

"It's me, Olw... um... Olga," I replied, giving him the name under which I'd registered on the dating site. "You replied to my advert and sent your telephone number. I was ringing to tell you that I'm very interested."

"Olga! How good of you to ring." Andrew sounded genuinely pleased. "How are you? It's lovely to hear your voice."

"I'm very nervous," I confessed. "I've never done this before."

"No, neither have I," replied Andrew. "As I said in my advert, I'm married, and I love my wife dearly. Paula has advanced Multiple Sclerosis, and is now confined to a wheelchair. She knows that I placed the advert, and she's perfectly happy for me to have a relationship with another woman. She can't cope with penetration any more."

He stopped, and I was aware that his low voice had dropped to a whisper. My heart went out to him.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I replied. "My husband is here by my side. Thankfully, we are both healthy. I advertised because Richard is so poorly equipped, and I need regular sex. He approves of me seeking a, what did you call it? A relationship?"

Andrew chuckled.

"Sorry. That's terribly proper and a bit pompous, isn't it? I take it that like me, you want to fuck?"

"Precisely," I grinned. "I do like a man who doesn't beat about the bush."

"You don't have a bush!" Andrew replied cheekily. "I think your shaved pussy looks very inviting. May I say that? Or does it offend you?"

"Not at all," I replied. "I call it my cunt, but 'pussy' will do if you prefer."

I heard him draw in his breath, and I thought that I'd been a bit too direct. There was a murmur in the background, which I couldn't understand, and then Andrew came back on the line.

"Paula heard that," he said, and I could hear the pleasure in his voice. "She's just told me to stop being so prissy! She's always called hers her cunt too. She thinks that you sound just the lady for me."

"Do you want to meet?" I gushed. "I'm free this weekend."

"I'd love to," replied Andrew. "The problem is I can't leave Paula alone. Would you consider coming to our home?"

I looked at Richard. This was unexpected. I had envisioned meeting any potential boyfriend in an open, well populated space. After all, there were a lot of nutters about, and as desperate as I was for a good fuck, I wanted to be alive at the end of it.

It was as if Andrew sensed my reluctance. He waited for a few seconds before speaking again.

"You said earlier that your husband was with you," he began. "He'd be welcome to accompany you, and to watch, if you like. I know Paula would not object to company whilst we were fucking."

I looked at Richard, who was grinning from ear to ear. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Can I talk to him?"

I nodded.

"Hi Andrew. This is Richard, Ol... um... Olga's husband and wannabe cuckold. Are we right in thinking that you and Paula are ok with me watching you pleasure Olga?"

"Hi Richard," came the immediate reply. "Yes, both Paula and I are fine with that scenario. If Olga is comfortable with having an audience, of course."

We all spent a few more minutes exchanging addresses, laying out expectations and no-go areas, and arranging a mutually convenient time for our first meeting. Both Richard and I were thrilled and full of excitement. Neither of us could wait for the coming Saturday.

When H-day arrived (we'd named that Saturday HotWife Day) we were both up early. I was in the hairdressers by eight o'clock in the morning, struggling to keep a straight face (and a dry cunt!) when Philippe, my very gay hair stylist chatted away to me whilst he cut and blow dried my hair.

"You have gorgeous hair," he told me, not for the first time. "Are you going somewhere nice this weekend?"

Richard and I are meeting some friends," I replied truthfully. "We've been invited to their home so I want to look my best and make a good impression."

After the hairdressers, I went shopping, and bought myself some extremely expensive, very sexy underwear. I was determined to give my husband and my new lover a thrill when Andrew undressed me before we got down (I hoped!) to some serious fucking.

Back home, Richard had prepared a light salad for lunch, and after eating it, putting on my new underwear and my favourite little black dress, (it shows my legs and my tits off beautifully) we got into the car and started off on the journey that we hoped would transform our lives.

The satnav brought us directly to Paula and Andrew's home. It was a large bungalow, set back off the road, at the middle of a crescent. All of the seven bungalows which made up the crescent were well spaced out, set in their own separate gardens. It all looked very private and extremely well-to-do.

Richard drove our car onto the wide driveway of number five, and parked in front of a top of the range Land Rover Discovery. By the time he had got out and opened my door for me, the front door was open, and a tall, well built man was striding out to greet us.

"Olga, Richard, welcome!" His greeting was enthusiastic and sounded very genuine. Whilst he and Richard shook hands, I checked him out surreptitiously.

I put his height at well over six foot. Richard is six foot one, and Andrew was taller than that. His body looked firm and fit, with no trace of fat or flab. I felt my clit starting to tingle, but by then, he'd turned to me with open arms.