The Cuckold Tale ( MF, Interr, Wife)

I have to say it’s good to know there are other people out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. Sandra and I are from the South of England, have been married six years and have a daughter together. I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a great figure she is popular and fun to be with. There is nothing I enjoy more than having her on my arm or of spending time with my family. With all this in mind I’m pleased to say that Sandra is also a self-made slut for black cock. She regularly sees other men with whom she has unprotected sex and has even been incited into private gang-bang parties. It’s been a long road I can tell you. I hope you will enjoy our tale.

Our secret life began twelve months ago when Sandra took black cock for the first time. Up until then she had never been unfaithful and was quite simply a devoted wife and mother. I’d known I would have to work hard to persuade her to go to bed with other men. A woman needs more than good looks to be a true slut. She needs to be completely willing and ready for anything. Above all she needs commitment and to take satisfaction in her performance. For my part this past year has brought out all kind of emotions. Jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even resentment. All in the knowledge that I had encouraged my once loyal wife to go out on dates with black men whom I know give her a far better seeing to than I ever could.

Sandra was 27 at the end of last year and the envy of many of my friends. A wonderful woman with flawless white skin and straight, dark hair just above her slender shoulders. At a little over 5,7 her figure is delightful and curvy with a trim waist and flowing hips. I’d say her long, smooth legs and rounded thighs are perhaps her sexiest attributes although Sandra’s 34DD cleavage captures the attention. You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband that has always liked other men looking at his wife. In effect, to ogle her gorgeous body. Be she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Sandra catches the eye. Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had what it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is first on the list. Not that she was an extrovert or exhibitionist. More quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.

As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a short skirt and high heels, though in the beginning she was unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked. Especially if we where with friends and she would find it embarrassing or uncomfortable. The wedding band on her finger was a serious tie for her. Sandra had a good, strong family of her own and I provided well for her. Being well spoken and only makes the black cock even harder. A Christmas party was the first time I ever got her to dress like a whore. Having said ‘No’ for years she at last agreed when she saw how much it meant to me. The short outfit I had bought her months ago able to be worn at last. I’ll always remember that night. It was such a turn on. Especially seeing how self-conscious she was about showing off her gorgeous, waxed legs. So short she was pulling nervously at the hem. That night at least three twenty-something men tried to chat her up and she was forced to tell them she was married. How they must have looked and taken her for a slut. Something that in those early days, was a long way from the truth.

My fantasy stretched further and I won’t lie to the fact that I dreamt even then, of watching another male fucking Sandra while I watched. I thought about it at work, at home and especially when the two of us where on holiday. My perverted mind drawing pictures on paper pads and using the family photos I had of her on my desk to design all sorts of twisted scenarios in my head. I imagined it would make me jealous. A feeling I knew I would relish. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The risk of losing her too great, though I thought, somewhat painstakingly about bringing a young stud into our bedroom for real. Determined that it should not be someone we both knew. Yes, I know what your thinking. I was playing a dangerous game but I really wanted to make her happy. Telling myself that it was all for her. I waited until our anniversary to ask her and as an added incentive I bought her the most expensive necklace I could afford. I made an effort. Flowers, dinner, present. The look of love on my wife’s face mirrored in my own. When I put it to her I saw those dark eyes drop. Her heart sink. For a moment I thought I had lost her. Then, wiping a tear from her eye she said she would. For me.

One night I was on the net. I’d read letters and stories. I knew my wife would go to bed with another man for me and the notion was driving me on. I’d heard and seen white couples advertising for other men. Often black males and in light of this I happened to be on an interracial site. How fateful that would be. Cuckold type relationships where real and out there. I read the tales with awe. Women being fucked by strong, dominant men as they held their husbands hands. To be honest I’d never thought of black men seeing white women as an issue. Maybe because I hadn’t really thought about it. In the stories I’d read the men where always well hung and seemed to enjoy using white women in some sort of racial gratification. Still I found myself in a chat-room and in no time was talking to a fellow Brit.

His name was RealManUk. The same said it all and he quickly announced himself as a true ‘Bull’. When he asked me what my interest was I didn’t lie. I had to admit that it was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn’t realised it fully but he had. We chatted some more. Eventually he told me that he cuckolded several white, married couples in the UK and travelling for him wasn’t an issue. Especially if he got to meet women who were ‘worth it’. He asked if my wife had been ‘blacked’ before and that I send him some photos. Luckily I had some of our last years holiday in Spain on the computer where she had bought and worn a orange bikini top that was slightly too small for her. I had kept the pictures for myself though this was the first time anyone other than ourselves had seen them. A few days past then the email came. ‘Hasim’s’ admission was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
‘Enjoyed the pix very much. Would love to fuck your wife for you’.

The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife of six years to a UK bull. The response was terrific. People from all over offered support. Questions as far ranging as whether I would let her fuck without birth control to how we had come to this point in our relationship. Of course my mailbox had messages from other black, British men who, incensed by white pussy wanted more information with a view to meeting Sandra themselves. Several said that they too, saw several couples and where looking for new sluts to fuck. I sent the bikini picture of my wife out several times. It felt good to be sharing her already and to know these studs would be getting hard over her. Of course I still hadn’t told Sandra of my progress or of the number of people who now wanted to know how she would go on their first ‘meet’.

After a fortnight I told Sandra about Hasim. I’d heard from him several times too though I was pleased he was willing to give me time to decide. It showed that he appreciated how difficult this could be. Another photo he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew Sandra was certainly attracted too with dusky, Arabic looks. He was of Algerian decent and I put him at late 30’s. I in turn had sent him more pictures of Sandra. It turned me on. Somehow I was sharing my family with a stranger and it made me excited. Hasim added that he had printed out the bikini picture I had sent and had it stood next to his computer. His comments always drove me on. That he’d had sex with over 10 white women, many married and could satisfy Sandra in ways I never could. On another he said how lucky and undeserving I was to have such a great wife and mother and how much he would enjoy fucking her in front of me. It seemed he understood everything.

To be honest I wondered what she would have thought of much of it and to make it easier I took her out for dinner. The idea I would see her with another man for the first time becoming a true reality for now I truly did want it to come about. Still, she seemed unsure as I told her how this black stud saw several other couples in the UK. She looked as if she hadn’t expected me to find her a black man. A ‘Bull’ and when I said the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I getting us into. Sandra looked stunning that night. Looking back I expect she dressed that way to please me. Though in the future I was confident she would dress only to impress Hasim. I remember it well as we held hands across the table. By the end of the evening she had agreed to try it. I called our new bull that very night and offered him the chance to bed Sandra that weekend. Giving him the good news in the kitchen as my wife changed upstairs. His voice was full on the phone and accented. Hearing him excited me and almost speechless I asked if he could take her out on a date beforehand. He agreed, promising to have her back early and we arranged a time when he could pick her up.

Saturday evening I brought home a thin, hugging gold cocktail dress and some clear high heels. I knew full well the risk I was taking. Not only sending my wife out with a stranger but heightening the chances that someone might see them. Someone we knew. A friend or family member. The outfit had caught my eye. Expensive and classy yet revealing as well. After unpacking the box Sandra held the silky dress against herself in the bedroom mirror. I could see her having second thoughts. They had lasted all week. She didn’t want another man. Was worried for our family and our relationship.
‘Peter’ she said ‘do you really want me to do this?’ I couldn’t answer and to her credit Sandra already knew. She turned back to the mirror, took the outfit and began to change.

Hasim rang the doorbell at 7.30. He was right on time and by then I was nervous and excited. Helping Hannah with some homework as her mother got ready for a date with a big, black bull. Sandra had spent several hours after tea in our bedroom and I hadn’t seen her. When I went in she was sitting at the dresser, her back to me, wearing the dress and the shoes. The room rich with perfume. I noticed immediately she had left condoms on the bedside table.
‘He’s here’ I said, prompting her to stand to take her black velvet coat from the wardrobe. Sandra’s body looked magnificent in the dress. As good as I had ever seen her. Her crisp face, ruby lips and dark, sparkling eyes. The slim, wafer straps causing the low, gold dress to hang almost erotically on her shoulders. She was too good for this and my erection began to grow. Sweat on my palms. The outfit looked perfect against her lush, white skin. Dressed for black cock.
‘I’ll see you later’ she smiled.

Even with the high heels he was about 3 inches taller. Following her downstairs with his eyes was this tall, muscular black man. Wearing a casual jacket and trousers. His hair cut short and a squareness to his firm, hard jaw. The glint in his gaze was there to see and he looked at my wife with a suitable smile on his face. Sandra put out her hand. Full in the knowledge that she would be going to bed with him later.
‘I’m Hasim’ he said, his voice smooth and composed with only a light accent. He liked her. Maybe he saw full well how she wasn’t truly the slut he had expected and that excited him.
‘Sandra’ she replied. I was so excited but I took a back step, enjoying the sight of them together. She was nervous and still so unsure. It was obvious.
‘Your look beautiful’ he added.
‘Thank you’.

Sandra smiled politely but she was in for a surprise. Her evening only just about to begin.
‘Maybe the two of you should get going?’ I said. My voice dry.
‘There’s just one thing’. I held my breath as the imposing bull grinned. He had perfect white teeth. His manners of before over with. Right then I realised that he was here to do things his way. My wife glanced sideways at me as Hasim ran his gaze up and down her figure. ‘You have such a beautiful body’ he continued, ‘but before we go out I want you to go upstairs and take off your bra and panties’. I smiled and noticed my wife swallow. She stood statuesque on the bull’s demand. His actions making my cock harder than it already was.

‘Alright’. Sandra turned and began up the stairs. She wasn’t used to being spoken to like that. Maybe she realised that this man was going to treat her far differently than any man had before. We both watched her go. My wife’s ass moving neatly in the hot, tight dress. Hasim stood hands in his jacket pockets. Throwing me a look that suggested he was impressed with her effort.
‘Where are you taking her tonight’ I said sounding cheerful. So far everything had been better than I’d dare hope.
‘There's a restaurant I passed in town’ he replied. ‘I’ll need some cash’. I had expected that and had some on hand. Hasim slipped the notes into his wallet and nodded.
‘Get her whatever she wants’ I said.

Minutes later my wife returned and I could see a glazed, uncomfortable look in her face. Her breasts moving explicitly as she came towards us. Bobbing inside the silky, thin, gold dress. Her dark eyes averted both of us. Handbag clasped tightly to her side. Shame in her face as we hungrily examined her.
‘Better’ grinned Hasim, nodding and fully enjoying my wife’s tits. I opened the door. The bull standing back like a gentleman and letting Sandra through first. It was a cold night. ‘I’ll have her back soon’ he said unable to contain how much he was looking forward to it. Hurrying to the window I watched as the two of them went up the path. Hasim opening his car door for her then walking around the other side to get in himself. As he drove off I felt an excitement I’d never had before.

All evening I paced around the house. Seemingly looking at the clock every five minutes.
My wife was with a black man.
My wife was on a date.
My wife was going to get blacked tonight.
How it dragged. I wanted to know what was happening. Where they where and what was said. I poured myself a drink to calm my nerves, made my daughter Hannah a super and put her to bed. When she asked what was going on I almost told her. The desire to be truthful coupled with the hope that Hasim would soon be very much a part of our family life. It left me gasping. In essence of what we where doing. What I had encouraged my special wife to do. When two hours had passed I knew they would be well into the dinner. Was she enjoying it? Another hour ticked by. I went to the Cuckold forum, adding a post that my wife was on her first date. Congratulations where among the replies as well as questions as to what Sandra was wearing.

Where were they I asked myself? 10:30 already. I nearly spilt my drink when I finally heard voices on the path. It was time and my heart pounded like no tomorrow. As quickly as I could I switched off the lights in the lounge and went through to the hall. Sandra and Hasim where on the other side of the glass, my wife struggling with the key. I heard laughter, the door opened with a sudden cold gust. They both looked as if she had expected me to be there. Contrary to the polite yet stern way Sandra had left there was a smile upon her face. A calmer glint in her eye that let me know right away that she had enjoyed her evening. Knowing how my wife likes to be treated I could only assume Hasim had been a total gentleman. That was about to change.
‘Hello’ she said, walking in, noticeably more merry than drunk though undoubtedly relaxed by the alcohol in her body. Perhaps noticing my gaze Hasim slipped a heavy arm around her waist and moved her towards him.

‘How was your date?’ I asked. ‘Your new boyfriend take care of you?’. Sandra turned and looked up at Hasim. There was a confidence in his face too.
‘Oh yes’ my wife smiled, her arm around his strong waist. As I watched she tilted her head suggestively. Hasim lowered his and their lips met. My heart was still throbbing as was my cock. Sandra slid her arms up around his neck as their kiss became more urgent. Then almost immediately there was a pause in Sandra’s eyes. A sudden realisation or moment of truth. She turned back to me, about to speak. Her dark, beautiful eyes giving up how much she wanted to stay faithful. Of course our new bull after an evening staring down my wife’s dress was in no mood for games. He didn’t see the change in Sandra and was here for one thing only.

‘You’ve been looking forward to this I’ll bet’ he said. His voice showed no wavering. He was sober and composed and I guessed he was very horny too. Particularly after tasting her lips. ‘Such a fine woman. I couldn’t wait to get her home’. Hasim hissed the last words, his tongue sliding over his big, thick lips. Sandra looked up at the taller man in fond recognition but her face changed as he gently parted her coat and put his hand on her breast. This was the hard part and my wife knew it. She glanced down at the floor, this strong bull’s hand moving between her breasts. Lifting and feeling each. Made easier without her bra. His dark skin was offset perfect against her. Fingers thick. ‘Yeah!’ I could see his impatience and the bulge growing in his trousers. He was changing, becoming dominant. Sandra’s eyes where glazed and she gasped as her date suddenly slid his hand roughly down inside the front of the dress. ‘You like another man feelin’ your wife’s tits don’t ya!’ he said, face contorted as he thoroughly enjoying his role. Squeezing and groping left and right with extra vigour.
‘Yes’ I croaked dryly, unable to take my eyes away.
‘Adam’, Sandra swallowed and took a step back. Hasim moved with her.
‘That not enough though’ he rasped ignoring Sandra ‘You want to see her get blacked too?’ I nodded, breathless.

The aggression in Hasim had caught me by surprise. Likely that he had kept it under wraps throughout the meal. Sandra’s coat and bag lay on the floor as I followed them both up the stairs. Her smooth white legs looking particularly firm on the tall heels as she led the way. Hasim felt her firm, round ass as she made her way ahead of him. The creaking of the floorboards underfoot wasn’t enough to wake Hannah. Passing her room we opened our bedroom door and went in. Our martial room is not unusual. A large double bed, polished wooden furniture including my wife’s dresser. Some framed pictures hanging on the walls and a French window. On my bedside table was a shot of Sandra and our daughter together with a wedding photo, looking beautiful in her long white dress.

Sandra turned to face Hasim with her back to the bed. There was apprehension in her face. She gave a deep breath and took a step back. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he roughly began unfastening his pants, a dirty cruel smile on his face. ‘Gonna give you a drillin’ he announced, taking hold of her shoulders. As he did Sandra closed her eyes, hands clenched. I watched with awe as he slid his fingers under the strap of her dress and pushed it off her arm. First one then the other. Until the thin garment fell off by itself. Tumbling to around her waist and exposing her big tits at last. Hasim grinned and looked at my slut wife’s perfect breasts. Her nipples round and flat. ‘Watch this!’ he said turning her to face me and groping each of them in turn. ‘You like that huh?’
She stiffened, visibly shaken. ‘You like that?’ the bull repeated.
‘Oh yes’ I nodded, my cock as hard as ever.
‘You watch now’ he grinned.

In a sudden urge Hasim pulled off his pants. Taking off his jacket, shirt and finally his underwear. Sandra watched dutifully. Her arms by her side as his big dick bounced free. He was certainly hung and she seemed moved by it. The shaft was particularly black and surprisingly long. He was a bull after all. Looking at me again Sandra could easily sense the aggression in Hasim. Perhaps it unnerved her. I’d never seen my wife so distant. Even as her dress was pulled roughly down to her ankles. Naked. Her face crisp as Hasim's eyes rolled all over her white figure. His cock a dark and strong erection. Swelling up and up. We both looked towards the dresser where the condoms lay. Obvious that he wasn’t about to use them. This bull was here to use her and would fuck her unprotected. By Sandra’s reaction he could have anything he wanted.

He laid Sandra back. A stiffness in her legs as he opened them and exposed her sex. She looked up towards our bedroom ceiling as Hasim got down on one knee. I watched as he pushed his mouth against her pussy. Deciding to eat her before he gave her his black cock. With a groan Sandra folded her arms across her chest, her new boyfriend in full flow, his head moving and his tongue licking deep. This was unlike what I had dreamed of. It was better. The black bull was ready to use my own wife to satisfy himself. Leaning forward and planting his mouth over her breast. Sandra sighed as he sucked her nipple, rubbing the other roughly between his finger and thumb before groping heavily with his hand.
I glanced again towards the condoms. Surprised by the suddenness with which he stood and quickly parted her legs back.
‘Gonna fuck you good’ he grinned his arms pressed in behind Sandra’s knees. Opening her up.

His tip found her hole and with a strained push forced her open. Sandra grimaced, her tits rolling as he thrust forwards. She wasn’t used to such a big dick. The contrast of her pussy to his cock was terrific. I stood behind them. My eyes and heart willing that cock in. Knowing I wouldn’t be happy till I saw it balls deep inside my wife’s cunt. Hasim pushed her legs wider, further back over her head. They hung in the air either side of him, the shapely calves torte and stiff with the high heels fastened on tight. ‘Yeah!’ he sighed as he squeezed in, the ring of her willing pussy spreading and accepting him. Slowly with maybe half his cock he began to fuck, pushing again and again until he began to slide between her lips. The bull had his spot now.
‘Ohh!’’ it was the first sound Sandra had made. Having Hasim's big, black dick inside her was hurting. The thick veins running down the underside as he struggled to get it up her. His desire to insert himself fully taking over. The bull pausing to quickly feel her breasts again, wiping the spittle from her nipple. As he slowly, perfectly thrust in and out with almost three quarters of his length I willed in the last 3 inches.

He was rougher than I was. I saw the tears well in her eyes and the strain in her face as he stretched her. Hasim was showing no mercy.
‘Oh…Oh.. ’ Sandra gasped out, her hands white as she grasped the bed. The wedding ring catching my eye. A second followed. Something had to give. It certainly wouldn’t be Hasim. His big arms planted behind my wife legs, pinning them apart. ‘Slap..slap..slap…’ his balls met her on each stroke. A welcome sound indeed. Using her deep in front of me. Her breasts smacking and rolling together under the pounding. Sandra was about to break. Then quite suddenly she closed her eyes tight and her lips fell open. She came. Her legs stiffening as she croaked several times. Hasim slowed his strokes to a stiff bonk. Making her hair and body jerk. For several moments Sandra spasmed, her legs rigid as her orgasm came through.

He continued fucking my wife in front on me. His face was keen but set with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure. Sandra was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth. Eyes tightly closed as Hasim stretched and used her. He pulled out, laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wife’s pussy with satisfaction. Able to do whatever he wanted. With a fist around his girth our black bull squeezed against her body, Sandra wincing as she felt his sliding in. Up and up. Pushing her open and filling her. ‘Oh yeah’ Hasim grinned as he repositioned his big arms behind my wife’s knees. Her legs well spread, hanging in the air. Torte and stiff as he began to pound into her cunt once more.

Breathing heavily he turned to look at me. ‘Your wife’s a good fuck’ he said. ‘Ain’t cha?’, turning his attention to Sandra who was being driven hard into the bed. With her teeth grit tight my wife’s hand clasped the bed sheet. Her groans where real yet dreamlike, body thrusting sideways as he laid in. Even her beautiful breasts rolled and jerked under this wonderful fucking. How long had I looked forward to this. The wet slap of heavy balls meeting my lovely Sandra again and again. Ready to pump that potent seed up between her legs. He was firmly inside and enjoying it.
‘You like that big black cock?’ I asked, surprising myself as I had never spoken to Sandra that way before.
‘Uhhnn!’ Sandra’s eyes where still closed tight. Her cheeks lightly tearstained. Hasim took over for me.
‘Yeah…tell hubby’ he gasped driving away. ‘Tell him you like black cock’.
‘Uhh…I..I..’.
‘Tell him what you like!’.
‘Black..cock..’ Sandra gasped Hasim’s balls continuing to slap furiously between her helpless legs.
‘Give it to her’ I felt myself say.

Sandra’s lips opened and her legs stiffened and jerked as she came again. Hasim grinned and I watched his balls meet her several last times. Her pussy sounded so wet. Accepting the inevitable now. Then in haste the bull slid himself out, his dark meat slippery and wet with my wife’s own cunt juice. Lurching forward the bull positioned himself quickly over her, the first spunk, creamy and white leapt from his end. Splattering onto her tits and squirting as high as her neck. It caught me by surprise and I saw my wife sigh with relief. My eyes wide on the liquid mess covering her white breasts. As last her eyes opened. Her chest rising and falling. I hoped her pussy would still be throbbing. In fact I knew it would be.
‘Damn’ Hasim said admiring his work and jacking his cock. ‘Take a breath cos the next load I’m putting in your pussy’.

He went to the bathroom. Dick swinging before Sandra pushed herself to her elbows. She was hot.
‘You ok Sandra?’.
‘Yes’. The smell of sweat, sex and come was filling our bedroom. A wet patch between her legs on the sheet. The sperm, thick and wet, sliding and rolling over her skin. Glistening in the bedroom light. Still, her hair seemed perfect and much as she had left earlier, the lipstick pristine. When the door opened and Hasim returned she collapsed onto her back. His dick was already hardening again. With surprising strength he turned my wife onto her knees. Putting her ass up in he air and making a simple target of her molten pussy. Sandra held her hands together on the bedside as pushed in almost effortlessly. Squeezing the last inches home and drawing a pained reaction from her.

I walked around to the front of the bed. Kneeling by my wife’s face and pushing back her hair. Eyes closed she began groaning. Hasim put one foot on he bed. He had fucked Sandra hard but wanted to really pound her for the encore. Holding her tightly by he thighs he truly gave it to her. Sandra’s hands clamped on the bedside as she groaned called and cried out.
‘Yeah…yeah you fuckin whore…you love the fuckin’ Hasim's impatience was building. His dick ramming feverishly up into her belly. He had to hold her up to stop her falling to the soaked bed. From behind his balls met her body with an almighty ‘thwack’. The sweat collecting on his temples. Pushing helplessly out with her legs one of Sandra’s shoes went tumbling to the floor. She spasmed again as she orgasmed. A croak erupting from her lips. Hair and body shaking and jerking forwards over the bed.
His teeth bared.

When he came Sandra collapsed forward and he on top, grunting and gasping and he pumped his sperm up into my wife’s willing cunt.
‘Damn…damn…oh yeah!’ he gasped as Sandra gasped in relief and pleasure. Sighing heavily he slowly tugged his cock out. Satisfied he had left behind a thick and copious load. His dark length was soaked, his hard-on sinking as this bull stood hands-on-hips. Sandra rolled tiredly onto her back and pushed back her hair.
‘That was some fuck!’. My wife didn’t reply at first. She just looked up at the ceiling. Glancing towards the unused condoms a smile spread over his face. He slid over the bed, a hand crawling over my wife’s belly. ‘Damn you pretty….that your first black seed huh?’.
‘Yes’. Sandra’s voice was cool and crisp, Hasim brushing his fingers against her cunt.

When Hasim was gone Sandra lay for about half an hour on the bed. Staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. It was over an hour before I helped her into the bath. She felt completely worn out and I understood that. This was the start of our cuckold relationship and I was left to clean up the mess Hasim had left. There was a simple animal ferocity with the way he had mated Sandra in front of me. The fact that she carried his load deep inside her testament to the fact that she now had two partners. The simple truth is did she enjoy it? Did she come to her senses and leave? Well, it is 5 months since this all occurred and Sandra and I are still together. My family life is intact and as for Hasim? Well, it was true. Once a woman tries black she never goes back. Until my next tale.