Reply To: Our Experience with Interracial Cuckolding

I grew up in Chicago when the busing was starting out and there was a lot of suspicion and mistrust on both sides of the racial curtain it seemed. Social mixing was difficult at best. Because of the fights and distress, I would have been genuinely scared to date a black guy. It really never would have crossed my mind as possible.

All the while, I had this crush on Sidney Poitier. He was so clean cut, refined, and strong in his movie roles. Just made me melt, but I just never saw him in the same way as those boys in high school.

Fast forward to my husband bringing up the lifestyle. He wasn’t initially direct. It was about swinging, the old spouse swapping thing. In time, he leveled about wanting to see me with other men, and later particularly black men. It all seemed extreme and very unlikely. Still, I indulged him in the fantasy and watched the interracial videos and all.

In time, it became clear that I really started to realize it was a possibility and an potentially enjoyable one. The guys were not all thuggish, but were articulate and well groomed. More importantly, their partners were not insecure and morbidly obese white women, but attractive women with obviously many choices in men. Most startling was than many were a LOT like me.

As I met black men in real life, I was noticing them more as potential suitors, lovers. I could see how they responded to me and paid attention to me and whatever I said. As the social confidence built, the responses did so too. Today it seems some black men (all men?) can read my signals that I am potentially sexually available to them and I can sense their accommodation of that unspoken flirt. Can tell the “I’m married but very flattered” from the “let’s explore where this might go”. If he checks out my butt and then is able to make eye contact with me, it’s just a matter of time.