Swedish Girlfriend and the Refugee

Author's note:

I'm going to preface this by saying this is a work of fiction, and any generalisation or unintended racial themes are a part of that. Remember that these (extreme) cuckold themes are best left to remain a fantasy and, in my opinion, are not fit to combine with a healthy relationship.

Feel free to leave any comments, remarks or ideas down below. Special shoutout and thanks to 'ChancesAre' for editing this story and providing great feedback.

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"That's terrible. Someone should do something about that," Anna said while looking at the local news; an item was airing about how African migrants are staying in migration centres for years.

"Yeah... so why not go help them?" I asked with a slightly elevated pulse, looking at my gorgeous 25-year old blonde girlfriend.

"Help them?" Anna looked at me questioningly.

Then, sitting down on the couch next to my sweet and innocent partner, I replied, "Helping at the local refugee centre, you could teach them Swedish, help them integrate?"

Anna paused for a second and then, looking at me, said, "Erik... are you sure? This job seems very different from teaching children." Until now, Anna had only taught the language to local elementary school-grade kids.

I nodded in response. My mind was already racing; before I had even blurted it out, I knew Anna would probably agree. Her good-natured mindset would jump at any opportunity to help people in need. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was blissfully unaware of the fantasies I had built up over the last few years of the five we had been together so far.

While our relationship was healthy and stable, my fetishes were not. It began a few years back; when browsing porn sites, regular porn started to bore me, and from normal porn, I moved on to interracial. Even our sex life was excellent, and I spent many nights filling up a condom while making sweet love to her in the bed we shared. Unfortunately, it seems I could never kick the growing porn habit.

Through the months of consuming an ever-increasing amount of porn, I kept running out of new content. This state led to me normalising more extreme erotic content and the eventual discovery of cuckold videos.

When I had also seen most of those, I spent a lot of my free time reading cuckold stories, mostly involving interracial couplings.

Until this moment, I had always fooled myself that I could keep the fantasy firmly separated from my day-to-day life.

And yet, here I was, giving my beautiful blonde-haired girlfriend the nudge to be in this vulnerable position. A regular teaching job where she would be in a classroom surrounded by young dark-skinned African studs.

A large majority of them, being single, would jump at the opportunity to spend time together with a local woman both for sexual reasons and as a path to obtain a passport.

I was somewhat stunned and disappointed with the ease at which I had opened the door for my fantasy to become a reality. The cuckolding porn I sometimes indulged in online was unbeknownst to the beautiful woman now staring at me from the other side of our couch.

My girlfriend, still waiting for my reply, straightened herself while sitting next to me. Her face and figure were even more beautiful than on the day we first met. Anna was an avid runner and CrossFit enthusiast.

Despite her short stature, she had wide hips, a luscious thigh gap and a toned body with a nice medium-sized pair of boobs to go along with it.

Her long blonde hair and preference for tight-fitting shirts and yoga pants make it difficult for any man to ignore her, I thought to myself.

Fueled by my rational mind telling me probably nothing will happen. I pressed on, "Yes, your students would be a little bit older, but they are still at the same level you are used to, and at any rate, they will appreciate the company."

Anna turned to look at the still ongoing news item.

The reporter, standing in front of a dreary-looking migration-centre stating, "It seems the lack of opportunities and interaction with local society is proving to be the largest barrier to successful integration-..."

Anna turned down the volume and nodded, "At the very least, I could be their friend... Maybe teach them a thing or two-..." she paused for a moment and smiled... "Alright, I will call them tomorrow and see if they have any use for me."

Later that day, after our conversation, I almost hit myself in the head for letting my fantasies get the better of me. My mind already pictured a classroom filled with African male students ogling my beautiful girlfriend, each trying to find an angle to get into her panties.

The worry quickly turned into a feeling of excitement as I comforted myself with the thought that nothing would probably happen.

My girlfriend's good-natured disposition meant she would remain faithful and reject any advances, however intensely they pursued her.

That final thought made me semi-erect already. But could I resist taking this further if things progressed? Gently slipping into bed, I looked at Anna, who was already fast asleep wearing only her panties and top to bed.

In bed, I took in her beauty; I gently caressed her shapely ass and thighs. Looking at her fair white skin, I imagined how amazing these round pale cheeks would contrast with the dark body of a young, male African refugee.

How amazing her puffy pink lips would tightly squeeze any seizable member of any well-endowed African. I briefly caressed her panties as my imagination ran wild, and I pictured a large pulsing veiny cock seeking the deepest part of Anna's womb.

Becoming nearly fully erect at the thought of that coupling, I reasoned that part of the turn-on was merely the possibility of such a thing happening. Before anything would happen, I could still pull Anna out of the refugee centre before things passed any point of no return.

That way, I would not give in to my fantasy of seeing Anna with a black lover, but could still enjoy parts of the fetish. Feeling comforted by this 'plan', I rolled onto my back and went to sleep.w

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Anna smiled, planting a kiss on my forehead and putting her hand on my arm to gently shake me awake.

As I opened my eyes and saw her broad smile, I said, "Good morning! You sure are a pleasant sight." I smiled while raising myself out of bed to put on some clothes.

"Erik, I have some news...-," Anna smirked hesitantly, "...before you woke up, I called the migration-centre."

"And?" I replied, looking at her in anticipation.

"Well," replied Anna, "It seems they are rather desperate for people, and when I asked when they could use me... They asked if I could start this afternoon already!"

Looking at me, Anna scratched her chin, something I often saw her do when she was slightly nervous or unsure. "It seems," she began, her eyes darting back and forth energetically, "the refugees need my help with language lessons and learning how to interact with people."

Anna swallowed and continued, "I'm still not quite sure about this. It would be good to help their integration and give the migrants some new opportunities," she slightly bit her lip, "But it does all seem to be going a bit... too fast?"

My mind was in turmoil, but I quickly calmed myself thinking about how I decided to at least enjoy parts of my cuckold fantasies. And besides, her teaching those African refugees did not mean anything yet.

Having calmed my mind somewhat, I nodded and reassured her, "You will be fine." I quickly added half-jokingly, "Besides, it seems like you are their only hope," giving her the most confident smirk I could muster at that moment.

Anna looked at me and nodded nervously, "Fine then, though I do hope I can keep them in check since I only taught children before this."

I smiled and replied, "You are an excellent teacher. Just remember to be gentle with them; they experience rejection everywhere." Then, choosing my following words carefully, I said, "If you can't be a teacher, you can still be a friend."

Anna seemed to ponder that last bit for a moment and nodded again.

Seeming slightly more sure of herself, Anna gave me a quick peck on the lips she went into our study and used all morning to prepare for her first classes.

Later that afternoon, when Anna went to the refugee centre, I kissed her goodbye. Then, while watching her walk out the gate towards our car, I could not help but worry about what kind of path I set us on.

Luckily the classes for that afternoon went without any incident. After a productive first day, they invited Anna to come to teach for a group of fifteen young male refugees every weekday.

Anna, seemingly motivated by her first experiences at the centre, accepted the position. After some time, teaching at the migration centre quickly became part of our daily routine.

We would leave for work at the same time every morning, and during the evening we would talk about each others' days.

My girlfriend often told long stories about how the classes went, how she felt terrible for the refugees and their living conditions.

Anna went on and on about how she wished she could do more to help them. And on the other hand, she was glowing about how sweet and polite many of her students were. Then, she continued saying how nice they were and showering her compliments and small gifts.

"They are giving you gifts?" I asked. This development worried me as I knew that any man in his right mind would try to make a move on her, and she was probably too innocent to notice.

Anna smiled and replied without hesitation, "Yes, especially from Ahmed, he is a political refugee." Then, her eyes looked into the distance as if she was projecting his image in her mind, "Ahmed is my best student and quite smart."

"And handsome?" I blurted out, almost immediately regretting asking her about Ahmed's appearance.

Anna shot me a mischievous smile and laughed, "Very handsome and African men have a sort of primal manliness about them," she grinned, "And it feels nice how they treat me like a lady."

I chuckled nervously, but at the same time an involuntary bulge was growing in my pants. This mention was the first time Anna openly indicated affection to her students; perhaps she was also warming up to their looks?

"I am sure your students being handsome help get you through the day," I replied, smiling at her embarrassed facial expression.

Anna bit her lip and playfully punched my shoulder in response.

"What?" I shot back, "there is nothing wrong with just looking, I suppose."

Anna smiled again and kissed me while she moved her hands to my growing bulge.

Withdrawing her lips from mine, her hand caressed my pants as she looked into my eyes and said, "And look, I shall, but I have my hands full here already" she winked.

...

Not much happened over the next few weeks. However, Anna often complained about the lack of possibilities for the refugees and how she felt sorry that she could not do more.

"What's the matter? Things were going quite well before?" I said after Anna came home with a sad look on her face again.

She shrugged, "Ugh, like... It's the lack of integration chances that is causing them to be so nice to me; aside from me, they have nobody else to talk to."

I nodded. "What about the other staff?" I said while scratching my head.

Anna's deep blue eyes seemed to glaze over. She replied pensively, "Well, they are trying their best, but there are too few of us to have a meaningful connection in any way, and that is what they need."

Just as she said that the doorbell rang, I went to open the door but when I opened it there was nobody there. Looking down, I noticed someone had left a rose and card.

After giving them to Anna, I looked at her in anticipation. "Another gift from Ahmed?" I said.

Anna smiled in response while smelling the rose and opening the card, "It seems like it; he can be so nice and sweet," she said while reading the card. Her eyes suddenly went wide. "Ahmed asked me on a date," she gasped in shock.

My heart was pounding. Just over a month in, and we were already at the crossroads of my fantasy. How did we arrive here so quickly after I suggested Anna could help at the migration centre? Her new job brought her from teaching migrants Swedish to her being asked for a date by one of her black students.

Anna composed herself and sighed loudly, "I did not see this coming. I'm especially not looking forward to rejecting him." She threw the card on the table with a disappointed look, "It seems that will conclude our friendship."

Looking at the discarded card on the table I shrugged, half in disbelief that this happened so soon, half because I could hardly believe Anna was innocent enough to think her students were not romantically interested in her. It must have become apparent by now most of her students were trying to get in her pants.

Later that night, we were both in bed. Anna seemingly managed to overcome her earlier shock. Then, she returned to her usual chatty self as I sat there pondering today's events.

I was torn; while I did have a cuckold fantasy, that did not mean she could not have a platonic relationship with her students. It may have been a part of my fantasy to see her close to these black men, but that did not mean anything would have to happen.

Anna, saw right through me as usual, picking up on my mental absence and poked me, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

I looked at her, part of me not being able to believe what I was going to say next, "I think you could consider the date."

My girlfriend looked at me again. This time her face was in shock, "What?! No? How can I go on a date? I'm already in a relationship!"

I nodded and quickly added, "Hear me out. You said the refugees lack possibilities to integrate, gain experience and participate in society.

"They are used to rejection from locals, and this is a chance to go out and learn what it is like to be a regular citizen."

Anna's face slightly softened. I continued, "Besides, it could be a casual date as friends; it is not like he has anyone else to ask."

With this, my girlfriend paused for a long while and began to talk, "You are right, it would be good, and I would like to help them with their interaction problems. Then, again..." she paused for a moment, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" resting her hand firmly on my leg.

As soon as Anna finished speaking, I leaned slightly forward and kissed her forehead. Then, I reached over and put my hand on hers, squeezing gently.

"Yes, you wanted to help the refugees," I said with my heart pounding in my chest and my member overgrowing in my pants "...this is how you could help," I added.

With that, our conversation somewhat abruptly ended as Anna whispered with a grin, "Fine." in my ear. "We can talk about it later, but it has been a long day, and I first want something else," she continued as she gently tugged at my pants.

Then, grinning as I picked up on her cues, I gently slid down her panties and slowly pushed her down onto the bed.

Anna let out a moan as my lips made contact with the inner parts of her thighs, her voice trembling. She moaned softly, "Your lips feel amazing... I'm so wet!" she smiled.

I was gradually moving my kisses on her tights to the very edges of her private parts. Finally, as I started lapping at Anna's puffy lips, she encouraged me between moans, "Mhmm. Yesss, keep going... mhm, honey."

With my arousal breaking down the last barriers of rationality in my mind, I increased my efforts of bringing Anna to an orgasm with my mouth.

Then, with my hormones raging a wave of disappointment washed over me as my mind strayed again. I was thinking about a possible date with Ahmed. My thoughts wandered to how deep his dick could sink into her compared to mine. Whether it would even fit Anna, and if she did try it, would she ever be satisfied with mine?

As Anna neared her orgasm, I gently whispered to her, "Want to help me, honey?" and put her hand around my now fully erect member. It did not take long before she started moaning and shaking violently. At the same time, I blew my load as Anna gently jerked my erection to a climax.

Climbing into bed next to her, I noticed she still looked more aroused than usual. It was at this moment Anna, between short breaths and sweat glistening on her below from her orgasm moments before, looked at me and made her decision.

"Alright, honey," Anna sighed, still basking in the orgasmic bliss from her orgasm moments ago, "I will go on a date with Ahmed." Then, she kissed me on the lips as I returned her affections. At the same time, Anna was caressing my body, sweat still glistening on every body part.

After some more messing around, Anna fell asleep. Whereas she appeared to be soundly asleep, I had a restless night. I still thought a platonic date would be harmless, but I could not stop thinking about the possible consequences of our decision that night.

...

The next day, all day at work, I could feel the worry flowing through my veins. Today Anna was going to tell Ahmed she would accept the date and find out where they would be going.

They, I thought, I still cannot believe we are going through with this. The thought alone was already provoking another involuntary bulge in my pants.

When she finally came home from work later that day, Anna jumped into my arms. "Hey honey, I have some news about the date," she said with a smile.

Then, after welcoming her back, during our dinner, my girlfriend explained how she and Ahmed decided to go to the cinema later that very night.

I hesitated a moment, I did not expect their date would come so fast, and I could already feel the blood rushing to my head and heat building in my groin.

Their date was really happening. I swallowed nervously, "Well, you better get ready then." She agreed, then shot me a peck on my cheek and went upstairs to prepare for their night out.

When Anna came downstairs again, I was stunned. She looked terrific and wore her usual earrings, tight pants and crop top.

Anna looked worried. She said she wanted to look good but did not want to go overboard.

I smiled, taking in her beauty and assured her that there was nothing to worry about; she looked great.

Eyeing her up and down, I tried to gauge how she felt about tonight and said, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Anna paused and nodded. "I was extremely hesitant before, and yesterday I almost wanted to decline, and I am still a bit torn."

She smiled nervously and continued, "but what you said truly made sense, and we will just have a casual date, and then he is on his own," she winked.

I smiled and nodded in agreement. It was relieving that even if I was not sensible, at least I could trust in my girlfriend to keep my cuckold fantasies in check.

As I passed Anna her coat, I kissed her goodbye on her forehead. Then, she walked down our garden path while waving and entered her car to pick up Ahmed for the cinema date.

Later that night, Anna came home flushed and filled with energy, her eyes beaming with joy. By then, she seemed to have lost all reluctance from before and seemed pleased about her decision to go on a date with Ahmed.

Then, after finally sitting down, she spoke of how sweet Ahmed was during the cinema visit and how he opened the door for her like a true gentleman.

She also added, with her cheeks flushed and some delay, how she thought it was cute how he mentioned being a huge family man. And how he would love to build up a family in this country eventually.

I was glad Anna had a good time; seeing her this giddy also helped dispel some of my earlier worries. "Would you be open to more dates?" I asked her.

Anna looked at me and took hold of my hand, "The good news is also that our trip to the cinema seemed to improve his self-esteem." She blushed and laughed tentatively, "And... Ahmed already asked me to go for a walk next Sunday."