Nancy: Horny young housewife’s “cheating” with black neighbors evolves into Hotwife-Cuckold behavior – Part 2

[This entry was initially posted to the original Red Keyhole blog on 31 May 2011.]

This case narrative, assembled and edited from excerpts drawn from a posting to a personal sexual narratives forum in 2005, illustrates the confession of an ethnically white young woman, Nancy, about her experiences in “cheating” with various black neighbors and other sex partners in her apartment complex. It further illustrates the peculiarly strong sexual predilection some white females have for sexual activity with black males.

The case is presented here for its research interest and educational value. Because of the length of this narrative, it is being segmented into 5 parts. This is Part 2.

This particular case is somewhat unusual, in appearing to illustrate “cheating” behavior that morphs into Hotwife-Cuckold behavior, with some characteristics of polyamory. The case is also useful in illustrating in some detail the emotional, psychological, and physical processes leading to and implicated in the development of these activities and relationships – perhaps helpful to other women having similar sexual needs and desires.

Also illustrated in this case is the female narrator’s peculiar tolerance for verbal abuse and even minimal physical abuse. This tolerance and even sexual stimulation from being called sexist names (and otherwise “talking dirty”) is a surprisingly widespread attitude among many women, especially white women in relationships or activities with black sex partners. Mainly because it is explicitly a source of sexual pleasure to the woman, and has a role in the mutual sex play with black partners that occurs, this language has been retained in this narrative

Obviously, these emotional and psychological dynamics have some similarities to BDSM behavior, and domination-submission sex play in particular. This is certainly not condoned by women’s rights advocates, but it is a reality, and whether it will eventually disappear in a more liberated society is difficult to predict.

These and many other features of this case provide unusual insight into the complex mental, emotional, psychological, and physical processes that can be involved in complex modern alternative sexual behavior. Certainly, cases such as this further expand the envelope of behavior and morality, and what might be called “family values”.

One additional caveat: Nancy appears to engage in unprotected sexual intercourse with a number of male partners who are strangers or acquaintances known only briefly. The particular circumstances in this case are unknown, but as a general rule, unprotected sex with a partner whose health condition with respect to STD (sexually transmitted disease, possibly HIV) is unknown, can be extremely risky, indeed dangerous, and is inadvisable.

In the previous case narrative segment, Nancy meets and begins a brief affair with Drew, a black man living in an adjacent apartment; her first encounter results in steamy and passionate sex; as she comments, “I had no idea sex could be like that – it was what heaven must be like, and nothing could be better.”

These excerpts have been lightly edited to improve orthography and readability.

The next morning I awoke and remembered my neighbor. My pussy lips were swollen as I thought about him, and I was soaking wet with anticipation.

Remembering my orders, I got naked, and then I put on a large T-shirt that covered me down to my knees, and I opened my door and knocked on his door. In less than a minute, he opened the door, and I entered and took off my shirt and fell to my knees.

He came at me fully hard, and I sucked him, or rather, he fucked my mouth while pulling my hair to get more and more of his cock in my throat. I gagged a lot, but by the time he came, I had most of his pole in my mouth when he let go a very large amount of salty cum, and I swallowed four or five times to get it all.


In some extra-marital relationships, the woman may find it sexually arousing to assume a more submissive role to a dominant male.

He told me that I would do that every time, until I could gobble his cock down at first try. I said I could hardly wait.

We fucked for about an hour, and I lost count at the number of orgasms I had. He told me to leave, that he had errands to run, but I was to be back at 3:30 sharp because, he wanted “some more of that fine white pussy” and he had to leave at five.

At 3:30 sharp I was there for my second blow job of the day, and then over an hour of mind-bending fucking in all positions, including my ass. Before we stopped, he had me on my shoulders with my ass and cunt up against a couch, and he alternated between my pussy and ass, until he pulled out and came on my ass and pussy so that the cum ran down my pussy until it dripped into my mouth. I think I got every drop, or at least I tried.

He knew my husband was on a trip, and so he invited me to join him after work, which was about 2am. I asked him to knock, and I would come over.

At 3am he knocked, and I gave him his blow job and then a nice long fuck. I fell asleep in his arms, and we didn’t wake until about 11am, and we fucked again and I went home.

I was at my peak time to get pregnant, and so I wondered if all of the black cum I had in me was going to take. Strangely, I hoped I was pregnant with Drew, because I was in love with him, or at least in lust with him.

I told Cindy about my experience with Drew, and she wanted to know all the details. She was surprised [that] I was able to take him in my ass without any pain. I told her he was slow and careful, and when he started to pound my ass, I had a huge orgasm which I didn’t expect.

When I explained my fertile time, and having Drew’s baby, she warned me that black men did not want to make anything permanent with a white woman, but just fuck her, and often have his friends fuck her. I thought that Drew would never offer me to another man, but as I thought about it, if he did, I would gladly fuck anyone he wanted.

Cindy warned me not to expect Drew to be there when I needed him, but I was to always be there when he needed me. It didn’t sound fair, but somehow made sense to me. With all the pleasure he gave me, I would do anything for him.