“So, how was lunch with your friend?” the man’s wife asked him.
“Let’s sit down,” the clearly shaken man says. “My head’s still spinning after what I’ve learned.”
The wife readily agrees. “Sure, honey.”
The man’s wife takes his hand and leads him to the couch. They sit down, and he takes a deep, fortifying breath. He looks at his wife.
“I’m not even sure where to start,” he says. “I guess I could start with the least shocking and go from there. He’s quitting our bowling league, and he won’t be golfing with us on Saturdays anymore.”
“Oh, no! He and his wife are getting divorced, aren’t they?” she asked, well aware of their martial issues.
“Actually,” the man responds. “It’s the complete opposite. He’s madly in love with her, probably more than he’s ever been. He said that he’s been ‘pussy whipped’ and he absolutely loves it. And, he says, he owes it all to this sex therapist that his wife’s friend recommended.”
Taking his wife’s hand, the man continued: “What they discovered was that everything in their marriage was working except for the sex. The only time they thought to have sex was when they realized it has been a while. And even then, it was sort of forced. I can’t believe he actually divulged all this, but at least we were somewhere private. Anyway, the pressure to perform was killing him — he couldn’t get it up! His wife tried to help, but 90% of the time, he’d ejaculate before he even got hard. I know, I know. Like I said, I can’t believe he’s told me this either. But the whole time he was telling his story, it was like he wasn’t even embarrassed!”
The man’s wife listened intently, curious about the other couple’s situation because, truth be told, she and her husband were also in an enormous rut when it came to their sex lives. Her husband was quite gentle and very loving, which she liked, because he completely lacked the ability to throw her down and fuck her like she sometimes wanted. Not to mention, the man was also very small and premature ejaculation was always a problem. Gently, she urged him to continue the story.
“It was through their sessions with the therapist that they found out that not only was my friend submissive to his wife, but that she had a strong desire to dominate him. The therapist convinced them to admit to their favorite fantasies. He told her that he wanted her to have sex with another man while he watched. She said that she wanted to cheat on her husband with a black man who has a big penis. He said that when he heard his wife say that, he instantly got erect.”
As it was, this man’s wife was also getting turned on by this information. She wondered if her husband was, too.
The man continued on: “The therapist made the suggestion that they go on a vacation to a special resort she knew of, one that caters to white couples who have an interest in interracial cuckolding in Jamaica.”
The wife looked confused. “Wait, what did you say? Interracial what?”
“Interracial cuckolding,” the husband repeated. “I hadn’t heard of it before either. When a man’s wife is unfaithful and openly cheats, and he’s aware of it because they are in a fetish lifestyle where it’s acceptable, he’s called a cuckold. And this place in Jamaica, it’s a prime destination for those in the cuckolding lifestyle.”
“So, wait — the two of them went to this island resort, she cheated on him when his knowledge, and now he loves her more than he ever has?” the wife asked. As interested as she was in the story, she had to confess: “I don’t think that sounds very realistic.”
The husband agreed. “But that’s what he said. He said that giving himself to her and submitting to her while she cheated on him — while he was there — with dozens of well-endowed black guys made her seem like a goddess or queen of some sort. He even gave her a name: his BBC Goddess.”
The wife’s eyes narrowed. “BBC?”
“Big, Black Cock,” the man explained. “As opposed to his, which she calls a tiny, white penis.”
The two of them laughed, but his was strained and uneasy. Measuring a measly four inches erect and barely two around, the husband had always been ashamed about the size of his own penis. So embarrassed, he didn’t even date in high school or college because he didn’t want to hear what girls would say about him.
“Keep going,” the wife said when the laughter died down. “I want to know more.” The woman couldn’t deny the moisture gathering between her legs. She’d always had a secret crush on black guys in general, but she never acted on her desires because of her upbringing — rich white girls like her just didn’t date black guys, not that there was anything wrong with them. However, when she watched a sporting match, it was always the black dudes that she thought were the sexiest: she loves their cockiness, physique and of course, their reputation for having giant cocks and great sex moves.
Her husband laughed, teasing her. “Really? You want to know more, huh? You’re interested?”
“Oh, hush,” she counter. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
The man’s small penis gave a tiny jerk, and he had to admit that this wasn’t the first time since he’d starting telling the store. He’d actually been erect the entire time. He’d been hard while his friend confessed at lunch, and now he was getting turned on talking about his friend’s cuckolding session in Jamaica.
The man took a deep breath. “So, anyway, they were able to stay at this resort because of all the different discounts they’d received: 10% from the therapist, 50% off for being first-time customers and an extra 10% off because my buddy’s wife looked good! The lucky birds got the whole vacation at 70%! Now, he’s saying goodbye to bowling, gold and drinking so he can save some cash to go back. Listen to this: he’s working seven day a week and even thinking about getting part-time job, all to save money to go back!”
“Wow,” the wife exclaimed quietly. “He loved see his wife get fucked by all those Jamaican guys so much, he’s willing to work himself to the ground and give up so much so that they can go back?”
“Well,” the husband continued. “There’s this special Wedding Ceremony that the want to do there. They’re sure it would be a good, solid way to signify the beginning of their new relationship. So, until they do that, his wife’s decided to hold off on the cuckolding. And he’s going nearly wild with desire to see his wife back there with those black guys that he’s willing to give so much up. He told me a lot more, but he also said he was sending me a slideshow that would explain in more detail what this resort is all about. Do you want me to check my email and see if it’s come?”
“Yes!” the wife shouted. She blushed and put her hand against her mouth, embarrassed and trying in vain to conceal her excitement. Her husband smiled, however; he was pleased with her enthusiasm, and he was also excited because he’d already seen the slideshow at lunch on his laptop. The entire time he browsed the pictures and read the captions, his tiny dick was harder than it’d been in years. He kept imagining him and his wife in the various scenarios, and he definitely wasn’t disagreeing with them.
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First Time
I’m lying back on the black silk sheets, and my sex is dripping with hot and sticky, thick cum. I can feel it trickling deliciously down my buttocks. There is a great deal of it and when I explore my seeded sex, Graham my husband licks my fingers clean. I’m too shocked and deliciously tired to care that he does that, sucking Luther’s spunk off my fingers. I just push my fingers each in turn inside Graham’s mouth and he sucks away. It’s hard to breathe- my efforts catch in my throat as I try. My pulse still races and my pale skill is flushed puce over my neck and breasts. I can still see in my mind the mirror images, Luther’s muscular ebony physique driving his manhood relentlessly inside me, my legs up over his bull shoulders. My severe, lace up black leather Victorian ankle boots jolt rhythmically with the thrusting.
I remember Graham’s devotional assistance, the way he held my hand as I took superior cock. I’m not used to it. But I will learn and adapt and then… expect. I’ll be joining Adele our neighbour in Luther’s harem. Luther was strict about that when Graham sheepishly asked. ‘Suki fancies you and well we wondered if…’ Luther likes posh blonde bitches. ‘Graham won’t mind will you darling’ I said, picturing Adele and I lying with our legs open to Luther. Graham confirmed that he wouldn’t mind and that he did indeed understand that it would be bare back sex.
I am still trembling from the explosive climax! It made all else before seem inconsequential. Graham has finished licking my fingers, and he clearly now wants to lick me out. But I’m not quite ready. I need to soak up the sensations of this and point to Luther’s sticky cock. I watch as my husband delicately licks Luther’s triumphant member. He’s used to it-Adele’s husband submits as well. There are the first tentative licks as Graham overcomes the revulsion of sucking another man’s cock. He knows what I expect though and we have talked about this, so the sucking begins. Its submission, complete and utter capitulation to my lover and it arouses me all over again.
I watch for a moment or two, confirm that Luther has won completely and then direct Graham back to my sticky quim. It’s submission to Suki time and my husband laps delicately at my sex. It is delicious…utterly delicious! The tantalising flick of his tongue arouses me and I squirm with pleasure. I won’t have Graham think that he can compete though so I tell Luther what a stud he is and how I’m so eagerly his now. I will make my husband do this whenever he wants.
Suki
Dear Luther,
Suki and I have talked, and agree that it’s best that I ask you to go on doing the fucking from now on. You’re so masterful at this and it’s what she craves. Of course there will be no fuss and I will co- operate in any way that you require. At Suki’s instructions I’ve moved my gear to the spare bedroom.
Graham
Cucked To Buxom Blonde Slutwife, For 2 Years
And now more of my story about the two years I spent as a cuckold to my 38-year-old wife and my 63-year-old boss. Only after eight weeks of marriage, I was cuckolded. If you think about it, that’s pretty impressive considering my wife and my boss only met for the first time during our wedding ceremony. It was through my boss’ skillful determination that she was able to transform my quiet, shy wife into a wild, adventurous slut — and me into a cuckold — in a remarkably short amount of time.
Prior to entering this arrangement with my boss — that is, the eight weeks I was married to my wife before he entered the picture — I came my wife cum 20 times, while I came inside her 22 times. You might think it’s strange that I’d remember something like this, but my boss made me remember and transcribe them not long after he entered our relationship. You may think that 20 sessions of sex may not seem like a lot, but take into account that those eight weeks included two periods and a bout of food poisoning for me. What is more interesting is that those numbers changed completely for her within a week of his involvement in our lives. She went from 20 orgasms in two months to 32 in just a week! Not only that, she also got to enjoy 25 ejaculations inside her tight cooch. During that same time, I had the pleasure of only three orgasms, and of that, only one occurred after he instated his rules of denial. As you can see, there’s a huge divergence between the way his does things and the way I do.
Ever since we took up this venture, I have grown to greatly respect and admire my boss. I would do anything in the world to make sure my wife got the opportunity to be used as a slut for him, and I fully understand what an honor it is for us that he likes and continues to use her. Any other dude might have gotten bored with this situation and with us, but not him. He always thinks of new ways to stimulating and pleasing her while denying and humiliating me. When you really think about it, the guy is a genius. He’s changed things to the point where my beloved wife is completely dedicated to keeping him satisfied, and she has even stepped outside her comfort zone to do things that would prove her devotion. I think that even if she wanted to, there would be no way she could say no to him. Not that I expect that she would want to, as her compliance has come to the level of absolute trust in him. I would even bet there have been a few instances where she has done things she would have rather not, but as a result of those actions, she has gained valuable sexual insight, knowledge and growth. We no longer have any idea how many dicks have been thrust into her soft channel, especially after the two of them went to a swinger’s party only a month into our new arrangement. My best estimate would be that in the two years since this threesome of sorts has been formed, she’s been with about 50 guys, a lot of them who have fucked her more than once. To put that in perspective, when we married, I had only been the third man inside her. In just his first week, my boss managed to double that number, and in the first month, quadruple it! Ever since, it has just been a whirlwind of dudes. I’m sure that the passage of two years has caused my wife to forget what it was even like to do me. Still, I am extremely happy for her, and I want her as much as I did when we were in that honeymoon stage of our lives. I have a hole in my heart — an ache, a wanting for her — but I know that I am unworthy and undeserving of her, and I won’t have her again in that way.
The one thing that affects and helps me the most in this arrangement as a cuckold is my cock cage. I was introduced to my wonderful cb6000 on only the second day of training, and it is a tool that I have come to downright love. It’s my belief that every cuckold should have his own, or at least the opportunity to try one. I might sound a bit like a salesman right now, but I am being totally honest when I say that this thing is amazing. When you wear it, you’ll never forget that you have it on. As you go about your business — moving, standing, sitting – it goes with you, constantly touching you, caressing you with brushes, grabs and the occasional bite – though not a bad one. Its design is brilliant, and I have never had an issue with chafing, even when I’ve worn it hours or month — yes, months — on end. I add some lube around the areas that tend to catch for comfort, and I don’t even bother with shaving anymore. I used to go twice a week to my boss to have it removed for some manscaping, but after he told me that I was annoying him by having him constantly dig the key out to unlock me, I made the decision to stop shaving and let things go natural down there.
There was one time where my boss removed my cage and then had me stand there and loon on as he used my precious cage as a makeshift dildo on my wife. He thrust it into her and played with her clit until she spasmed in orgasm. I, of course, got hard watching, but he killed my arousal by placing a bag of frozen peas on my balls until my erection went away. On went the cage, and I had two go two more weeks before I was even allowed to entertain the thought of cumming. It may sound strange, but actually admire my cage, because unlike me, it has actually had the opportunity of fucking my wife more recently than myself. It has been inside of her, and now I get the honor of wearing it on me 24 hours a day. It’s superior to me, and it’s a privilege for me to wear it.
Life has been exciting ever since my boss entered our relationship and took my wife as his slut. There have been tons of sex in our home — as well as tons of humiliation, all courtesy of my boss. You’re probably curious about our lives; what questions do you have? Perhaps these questions intrigue you. Choose one of the three to start:
1) What it was life for my wife to fuck her first strange guy from an internet chatroom, a guy I had to find as per my boss’ orders?
2) What were my wife’s difficulties and ultimate success with her first black dick?
3) How our second wedding anniversary went, where my boss arranged a gangbang for my wife on our own bed?
Tell me what you want to know about first, and I’ll tell you everything.