Even in my mid-teens I was already having surreal fantasies about marrying a beautiful girl who would take on a young black lover who I would watch impregnate her, mainly because the physiques of slimmer and athletic young black men were an ideal of mine I knew I could never personally attain and they turned me on wildly. Also, I couldn't help noticing the hot looks that the high-school girl of my dreams would flash the tallest and most handsome of them when they were stripped for action in the swimming pool and on the athletics field. The more I envied them the more furiously I would masturbate to my fantasy, imagining them satisfying and cumming way more copiously in my wife than I believed I ever would. Notwithstanding that, when my dream was fulfilled 4 years ago I was totally unprepared for the reality of almost every shocking visual detail and, as I saw it, demeaning aspect of it. For starters, the mere sight of the beautiful body and erection of my best buddy as he prepared to mount my wife in the missionary position beside me threw me into a blind "what have I done?" panic. How I got through the next two hours of him barebacking her to Sex Heaven and cumming twice in her I will never know. It had taken three years of my buddy living with us before I was up to having my fantasy fulfilled in every breathlessly erotic detail by watching him impregnate her. Even then, well-prepared as I vainly thought I was, the impact of it shocked me to total numbness of mind and paralysis of body. The feeling of loneliness and dispossession I felt while he was ejaculating in her was almost unbearable. By morning it had somewhat abated, but only somewhat. Prior to that I had arrogantly assumed that I would easily and always be able command or, in the worst-case scenario, reclaim the undivided sexual attention of my wife. How wrong I was. Perhaps you can be thankful that as things worked out for you and your wife you did not have the option of her being impregnated by another man. When one is not the naked man-of-the-hour, first time up the drama of procreative fucking being enacted before one's eyes can be very traumatic. The fall-out in terms of the loneliness I experienced in my first round of it revisited me full-force and repeatedly when I watched my buddy fuck my wife multiple times recently to impregnate her again, but I have never once regretted letting it happen. Dreaming of one's wife being seeded by a more desirable, especially younger, black or any lover can be extremely hot, but for most husbands I would strongly recommend it remain a private fantasy. Acting on it totally transforms one's marriage, in our case thankfully for the better I think, for the present at least.