Life-Altering Decisions Ch. 01

For those of you who recall my 750-word story titled "All It Takes Is A Change", I have removed it from my Literotica library and replaced it with this full-length multi-chapter series detailing a lot more of what brought Scott and Hailey to their mountain cabin for a weekend of depravity with two black men. A good number of readers told me they enjoyed the original, but felt deprived by only having 750 words detailing the young couple's interracial journey. In this version, I changed few details, but I did turn down the cuckold humiliation vibe a few notches. I've obviously also filled in a lot of exciting content along the way. I hope you enjoy it.

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As is always the case, I do not give anyone permission to edit, copy, or publish this story without my consent. That especially pertains to a thief who calls herself Leah Jenkins who 'publishes' stolen stories on Amazon. This criminal stole both Cuckolds Anonymous and I Found My Wife's Black Dildo and has edited and resells them there under different titles (Welcome to Cuckolds Anonymous and My Wife's Darkest Secret). If you have a chance, go to her author page on Amazon and expose her as the thief and fraud she is. There is no reason to believe all of her stories aren't stolen from actual authors. I'd like to think a significant number of negative comments from my loyal readers would put a stop to her thievery.

Now on to the good stuff...

I stood there on my outdoor deck staring at the Ponderosa Pines circling our mountain cabin. I took a final draw from my cigarette before stamping it out. So many thoughts sifted through my brain as I thought back to the meeting my wife and I had with our sex therapist only a few months previously.

The clinical expert's words resonated in my mind now.

"I believe the two of you should consider introducing a new dynamic to your sex life. Based on our conversations Scott and Hailey, while I'm typically supportive of couples like yourselves working it out, I think it could be good for your marriage. Afterall, variety is the spice of life!"

We had been attending weekly sessions with Colleen for over a month, but this particular meeting was the one she titled: Share a Sexual Fantasy Your Significant Other Doesn't Know.

Our therapist had provided the instructions at the close of the previous week's meeting. The idea was to share a sexual fantasy we had never admitted to each other before. It didn't matter whether it was large or small, but we both had to agree that we wouldn't discuss it over the course of the week and neither of us would be judgmental or upset when learning of the other's admission. After divulging our fantasies, our therapist would help us determine whether executing either or both could be beneficial to our sex life and ultimately our marriage.

Hailey and I had grown up in homes where sex was rarely discussed, and thus neither of us was very good talking about it. For that reason, the first few sessions with Colleen had gotten off to a slow start. I suspected this one would be the most uncomfortable yet.

As it happened, I had one of my busiest weeks of the year at work, so I couldn't give a lot of thought to my portion until I received an email from Dr. Darrington, Colleen as she preferred we call her, reminding us we were both expected to share our fantasies the following afternoon in her office.

When I got home that night and after pouring myself a rye Old-Fashioned, I approached Hailey and asked if she was prepared for our meeting with our therapist the following day. I noticed an impish look in her eyes before she answered cautiously, "I think so...how about you?"

"I've been slammed all week and haven't had too much time to mull it over, but I'll be ready."

The fact was, I really didn't need additional time, I just needed to build up the courage to share my assuredly surprising fantasy. I really had no idea how Hailey would respond, but I was nervous that despite the pact we made with our therapist, she'd be surprised and perhaps upset when I came clean.

The following day, we didn't talk much in the car on the way to the therapy session. I was still in serious dilemma as to whether I should drop my kink bomb or suggest something more benign. I was fully expecting Hailey to commit to something far less provocative, like leaving the lights on more often when we made love.

When we arrived, the receptionist asked us to take a seat in the waiting area until the therapist finished with another client. I still couldn't gauge Hailey's level of nervousness compared to mine, but she wasn't showing any outward signs of anxiety that I could see.

Five minutes later the pretty young assistant provided us a sparkling water and led us into Colleen's office.

The clinical expert stood and welcomed us before positioning us side-by-side on a small sofa in her office. She sat down in a leather recliner directly across from us. I didn't enjoy attending these sessions, but I had to admit I certainly didn't mind checking out our hot therapist each time we met.

I guessed from the way she carried herself, Colleen was probably in her mid-forties but didn't look it. In fact, if not for the huge rock on her finger, I would have tabbed her as the hottest cougar in the medical complex which was teaming with rich, divorced health professionals. She wore her auburn hair up and had on sexy librarian-style glasses. She'd clearly had a little work done on her lips and eyes, but it was subtle and for once I thought it actually looked good. The swell of her huge tits beneath her flowing blouse was impossible to miss and so were her long stocking-clad legs in four-inch heels. They were crossed directly in front of us extending from her conservative above-the-knee business skirt.

"Well Scott and Hailey, I really think we've made some great progress in the past five weeks, don't you?"

We both nodded our heads, but truthfully, I didn't feel I'd learned a damn thing about what Hailey and I could do to rebuild our once-flourishing sex life. Both now in our mid-thirties, living in suburbia with a couple of kids—the exciting and spontaneous sexual encounters were now few and far between.

The therapist continued. "As you know, we've reached a point in our sessions where I like to take a little detour from all the stuff we've discussed so far and give each of you a chance to reveal a sexual fantasy you've never shared with one another. It can be something you think consciously about in your alone times or even a reoccurring dream you have. The idea is to bring potentially arousing content to our current and future discussions while perhaps building a roadmap to encounters we all agree could be good for your long-term sexual prospects."

We both understood the counselor's recommendation made sense, but were we truly committed to stepping out of our conservative comfort zone? Nevertheless, we both nodded our understanding while not making eye contact with one another.

"I know this can be difficult, but remember we are in our own little circle of trust, and I implore each of you to remember the other's feelings and desires and resist any temptation to be angry, surprised, or close-minded. We'll discuss each of your admissions together once you've made them. And again, this can be anything large or small—from hanging naked from the top of the Golden Gate Bridge to using sex toys in bed together. Scott why don't you go first."

I looked at her like she had two-heads. "Thanks a lot Colleen!"

After a few seconds of laughter, I turned in Hailey's direction, and she did the same. I studied her beautiful face—I loved her more than any man could love a woman. But now, perhaps due to those feelings, I suddenly questioned our decision to seek out the help of a sex therapist. At Colleen's urging, I was about to admit something to my wife I never believed would leave my lips. But also, for the first time since Colleen gave us the assignment, I could glean a certain amount of apprehension on Hailey's face for what we were both about to do.

"Honey, please just remember this is a fantasy and I hope it doesn't upset you, but...but I...uh have this fantasy of watching you...um...having sex with another man...an endowed one. In fact, my true fantasy is for him to be a hung black man."

Time seemed to stand still.

Although the words had escaped my mouth, I suddenly felt like I was choking on the heavy air surrounding us. Unbelievably, I watched the expression on Hailey's face go from one of utter surprise to, of all things, something resembling relief.

But before either of us could say a thing, the therapist's voice interrupted the proceedings.

"Hmm Scott, that's an interesting admission, cuckolding fantasies are becoming more prevalent with married men these days. As for the uh...secondary component...there is the obvious taboo element associated with interracial sex that makes it more unique for some people. I'm sure it took a lot of courage admitting your fantasy in this setting, I'm proud of you for sharing. Hailey, now that you've had a minute to process it, what are your initial thoughts regarding Scott's fantasy?"

Hailey looked back and forth at both of us before answering.

"Wow, I can't say I saw that coming. When we were dating and after we first got married, Scott was one hundred percent the jealous type, but I would definitely say he has gotten better that way the past several years. But for him to...uh...have come so far as to want to see me with another man, it isn't something I would have believed until just now."

I was completely relieved at her response. She didn't acknowledge the interracial component, but the fact she didn't freak out about me fantasizing about her having sex with a hung man sent blood flowing to my dick.

"Okay, we'll flesh out Scott's fantasy in more detail in a few minutes, but Hailey it's your turn to divulge yours."

I could see my wife's level of anxiety rising as she took a couple of deep breaths and a drink from her seltzer before speaking.

"Scott, remember this is just a fantasy..."

I suddenly realized she was about to admit something far more provocative than what I'd previously imagined. I reached for my drink to pacify my suddenly parching throat, while at the same time more blood flowed to my loins.

"...So...I guess I've always had this distant fantasy of...um...how do I say this...being made love to by more than one man at the same time."

Holy Shit! It was all I could do to keep from spitting up the liquid in my mouth. Did my beautiful wife really just say what I thought she said? I peered over at Colleen and could tell she was doing her best to suppress her surprise as well. We had spent the past five weeks with her, and she'd obviously learned Hailey and I were pretty conservative in the bedroom, especially my wife. Again, she did her best to maintain her professionalism, but I couldn't imagine the therapist expected either of us to acknowledge such surprisingly erotic fantasies.

I reconnected with Hailey, hoping I was doing as good a job as she had of not appearing incredulous. Suddenly, the look of relief I'd gleaned from her earlier reaction made more sense. My fantasy admission, while clearly riveting, had helped lessen the impact of her shocking announcement.

Our therapist's voice broke the awkward silence. "Hailey, thank you for sharing your fantasy. Like I said with Scott, this isn't always easy to do. Can I ask, does your fantasy include him as one of the participants or is it...uh...two other men?"

My wife pondered the question before answering quietly while searching both our expressions for a reaction. "I...I...guess it could include Scott, but being completely truthful, when I've had it, it's with two other men."

Hailey might not have seen a reaction on my face, but in my pants, if I was semi-rigid before, my dick could cut steel now.

"Oh...okay," Colleen finally answered, seemingly distracted to the point of not remembering what she was supposed to ask next. Eventually, she composed herself and questioned, "Scott, what are your first impressions of Hailey's fantasy admission?"

I steadied my nerves and did my best to provide a comforting gaze before I spoke. "Honey, I respect you for admitting something I'm sure wasn't easy to do. I have to say I'm surprised, but I'm not upset. I guess we'd probably both say we've learned things about each other today we never expected. Don't you agree?"

She nodded, clearly relieved I hadn't freaked out too, "Yes Scott, yours wasn't something I expected either."

I swallowed deeply. "It's pretty amazing that both of us have fantasies about you being with other men..."

She nodded demurely, an obvious level of nervousness in her eyes. "Scott, it's just a fantasy for me...I don't have any desire to actually do it. You know I love you more than anything."

Now it was Colleen's turn to interject. "Hailey and Scott, please remember what we agreed upon. This exercise was not initiated to create feelings of embarrassment, anger or remorse. We did it to help break down the walls of secrecy and promote openness. If we can feel okay admitting some of our wildest fantasies, it'll be much easier to discuss less significant wants and desires. Does that make sense?"

We peered at each other before nodding our heads.

"Okay great. Now let's spend a few minutes digging deeper into each of your acknowledgements. Remember, we are doing this to help create an atmosphere of truth and sharing. So Scott, tell us a bit more about your fantasy of watching Hailey and an...uh...endowed black man."

I swallowed hard before looking back at my wife. She wore an expression that didn't give away her thoughts. "Well...I...uh...think my wife is one of the most beautiful and sexiest women I've ever met. In fact, my friends tease me about how I was lucky enough to land the hottest wife in town. And sometimes I ask myself the same thing. I'd like to think I'm a good-looking guy and I'm pretty successful in my career, but we're not loaded or anything. I take decent care of myself aside from an occasional cigarette, but I'm no fitness trainer or anything. And since we're in our circle of trust, I don't think I'm bad in bed, but I'm certainly no John Holmes or anything."

The three of us laughed awkwardly before I continued.

"I've always believed Hailey and I have a good sex life, but obviously we're seeing you for a reason Colleen. Ever since I stopped believing every man who saw her would try to seduce Hailey, I started having fantasies about what it might be like to watch her having truly life-altering sex with an endowed man. The idea of it being a black man is something that has evolved in my fetish fantasies more recently. I see a lot more interracial couples than I ever did before. And we all know what the rumors are about black guys—I guess the taboo element as you described it Colleen, is what makes it most alluring to me."

"Scott, I applaud your honesty. Hailey, how does your husband's fantasy admission come across to you?"

My wife gazed back and forth at Colleen and me before answering. "I...I'm not sure exactly what to say. I've always considered Scott a good lover and I can't say I've ever desired something more than he gives me. I know we're here to discuss how to add more spark to our time in bed, but I've never felt like I was missing out on anything."

"Have you ever fantasized about sex with a black man?" Colleen inquired.

I could tell there was more nervousness in her responses now. "I...I don't know. I guess I find some desirable."

"Have you ever had any preconceived notions about black men being superior in the bedroom?"

"N...no...I don't think so. I mean I've heard the rumors like everyone else, but I'm sure there is just as a high a percentage of endowed white guys."

"So you do associate large penis size with better sex?"

Hailey glanced at me before answering. "As I said, I've never felt like I was missing out on anything with Scott...but I've never been with a guy with a really big...you know...thing, so I don't know."

"That's fair enough Hailey. But since we are all adults here, let's use grownup words like penis, dick or cock for men's genitalia and vagina or pussy for women's. This is one more step in dissolving the walls of sex-talk discomfort. Can we both agree to this?"

I was happy Colleen had made this suggestion although I could see some nervousness in Hailey's eyes. I'm not sure I'd ever heard her say cock or pussy. Nevertheless, we both agreed.

"Good, so let's switch gears to your fantasy Hailey. Tell me what it is about the thought of sex with two men that creates excitement for you?"

Again, we made eye contact before Hailey answered. "I don't know. It's more like something I've dreamed about occasionally, but not because I feel unfulfilled with traditional sex. I'm not sure what triggers it, I guess deep down, I'm kind of naturally submissive, so a sexual fantasy about two men in control sounds...uh...interesting."

I swallowed hard in hearing her response.

"Scott, do you find Hailey's fantasy uncomfortable? I mean, you do have your own fetish desires about watching her have sex with a black man, so would seeing her with yet another man change your feelings?"

"You mean like two black guys at once?"

"No...not necessarily. But I guess it could be if Hailey desired it."

I looked over at my wife, but her expression still didn't convey what she was thinking.

"Wow...now we're stepping beyond where even my vivid fantasies have gone." I admitted. My cock was now hard as steel, but I didn't want to sound too excited about something I never even considered a possibility. "Hmm...yeah I'm not upset...I guess it would be arousing to me if it were for Hailey."

"Hailey?"

My wife's eyes widened. "Wow, I didn't expect to be discussing this today. But I...I...guess I could find that kind of exciting in the right...you know...circumstances. But I have never fantasized about it."

"Circumstances? Like what?" Colleen pushed, surprising me and undoubtedly Hailey with her directness.

"...I...I...don't know...like all of us in...you know...bed."

I was still digesting Hailey's response when Colleen pounced with a more edgy inquiry.

"That wouldn't intimidate you, if like Scott fantasized, they were both endowed...oh listen to me, I'm not adhering to my own rule...if they both had big black cocks?"

Our therapist's question shocked me, but it made my dick so hard it felt like it might pop through my jeans. Secondarily, I thought I picked up on a heightened interest to my wife's response from the doctor herself. I wasn't sure if Hailey noticed as her own deer in headlights gaze conveyed her focus on the question, not Colleen's delivery.

"Jeez...I...I...can't really say Colleen, but I guess I would consider that uh...intimidating. Not ever having been with a man with a really big...uh you know...cock, and then being with two at the same time."

The therapist let that sink in for a moment before responding. "That's understandable Hailey, you've acknowledged you are naturally submissive. So, despite your possible feelings of trepidation, could you see yourself gaining arousal from them taking control--like them wanting to take you from the front and the back?"

Again, I was dumbfounded Colleen asked her such a direct question, but I found myself so excited to hear my wife's response that I had to take several deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating.

Hailey peered at me with a stunned gaze, she was clearly as shocked as I was. Her own breathing appeared labored. She obviously would have appreciated me stepping in and saving her from having to answer, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.