Natascha Needs to Get Blacked!

I am going to find a black lover for my wife no matter what. No matter how long it took, I am going to make it happen. Natasha, my BBW wife needs a black cock, and she wanted it a year ago when she first told me that she was willing to sleep with someone if it would make me happy. I told her I would only be happy if she fucked a black man. She said no problem, as long as I found her one. 

Did you hear what I just said? She wouldn’t mind having sex with a black man if I could find her one!

But then came the big hurdle: there aren’t any black men in the small town in Germany where we live. 

We live in a tiny hamlet near Berlin, Germany. It is very scenic and has a quiet attraction about it; not the sort of place frequented by city dwellers, and especially black men. Although several black people have passed by, but they’re usually North African immigrants. Neither would have any interest to be with my Natasha.

As it turns out, we are not the only couples out there that are having this debacle. I have corresponded with others through some forum sites who talk about how aggravating it is to find black men who would want to spend time with their wife. As with me, their problem is they reside in some township dwelling where black men are scarce and often nonexistent.

My only option is to take Natasha to the city where we can possibly encounter such needed men, or I plan for us a holiday trip outside Germany. Possibly take her to the South of France (we have vacationed there twice in the past decade, and Natasha loved it there), or maybe save enough to take her farther, either visit an African country (possibly Gambia or Kenya, where I hear there’s sex tourism going on), or I would take her to America, or an island in the Caribbean. 

I can picture Natasha lying in the sandy beaches in Jamaica, admiring the handsome black men who would be strutting about.

I can picture Natasha lying in the sandy beaches in Jamaica, working on her tan while admiring the handsome black men who would be strutting about. Maybe one of them would approach and say ‘hello’, and then she would loosen up, respond back, and then things would flow easy. 

I know I’m talking too much, daydreaming too much, but it’s the least I can do for now. 

I love going through several photos I’ve taken with her when we were on Valras-Plage near Béziers two years ago. She looked pretty in her swimsuit, though I should have thought to get her one that showed her body more. There were few black men around; I kept hoping one of them would look towards her direction. 

I have to keep asking myself the same tiresome question: Why do I really want my wife to get Blacked?

Other husbands I have corresponded with have talked about how hard it has been to get their wives involved in this lifestyle. For some, the wives are distrustful, thinking their husbands want to wield it as an excuse to cheat on their own while the wives are preoccupied with other men. 

Natasha’s main worry is that no black man would find her worthy enough to be with. She assumes she’s too fat and frumpy to entertain any man sexually in bed. I won’t deny that she hasn’t added some weight over the years, but that’s to be expected—she isn’t in her twenties, and women like her are expected to put on some pounds. But she has taken my advice and has been striving to shed some fat. You should see her now, she’s way different from years back, and more livelier and gorgeous with herself.

It would be twice expensive to get involved with a foreign black man and invite me to come where Germany; that would never suffice. My best bet is to take Natasha to where black men are a-plenty, and hope the sight of them would afford her the chance to let her imagination run wild.

The chances of me accomplishing this dream are slim. Even though Natasha has agreed to play along, I know it’s only a matter of time before she worries that I’m impressing her too much and decide to cut away. I fear a similar fear that most other husbands have that as time goes, there is little to no progress, and the day would come when I’d have to live with my losses and call it a day. That does keep me up late some nights, and I have to keep asking myself the same tiresome question: Why do I really want my wife to get Blacked?

I want it because I want her to be happy. I want to give Natasha everything I can’t ever give her, one of which happens to be the best sex any middle-aged wife can get, regardless of it being with another man. I don’t know if my choice is the same with other husbands, and I don’t care.

This is my dream, and it is worth pursuing.