A Note to Readers: This story deals with fetishes and taboo subjects including cuckolding, interracial sex, and incest. It is fiction, of course. If you find these subjects to be personally offensive then don't read this story.
Tyler sat up in bed next to his wife, unable to get back to sleep in the early dawn. Beside him, Monica lay sleeping naked on her stomach, the blanket shrugged off down to the swell of her buttocks. In the breaking light of dawn, Tyler could just make out the ornate black spade tattoo that was centered just above the crack of her gorgeous ass, a gift from her black master, Ron. Well, not quite a gift. Ron had instructed Monica to get the tattoo, but ever the dutiful husband, Tyler had accompanied her to the tattoo parlor, waited while she selected the tattoo she wanted, and watched as the artist had skillfully inked his petite redheaded wife.
The artist had smirked when Monica picked out the design, an unmistakable sign of a wife gone black, publicly proclaiming her preference. When he finished, Tyler paid for his work in cash and thanked him. "Doing a whole lot of these lately," the tattooist had said. "Lot of young wives getting them." He'd paused and then added, "Mine's one of them."
Tyler had smiled and nodded. "I know what you mean – seems like it's happening everywhere. My wife sure loves it."
The tattooist smiled ruefully. "Mine just can't seem to stop. I asked her to, but she told me if I truly loved her I wouldn't make her quit. I didn't want to risk it, so I told her it was cool. We still fool around, but there's just no question what she prefers," he'd said. "Besides, it's not like she's the only one. Half her married friends do it too. Sometimes I think there's a black cock revolution going on here."
A black cock revolution, indeed. In less than a year, Tyler had watched as his 18-year-old wife went from being a faithful fiancée to a married slut with an apparently unquenchable craving for big black cock. Not that he blamed Monica. Their bull, Ron, was an incredible fucking machine – handsome, ripped, and packing over 11 inches of thick black cock seemingly capable of going all night. Monica wasn't normally able to take Ron's lovemaking that long. Usually, by the time he'd pumped his third big cum load into her stretched-out pussy she'd either have passed out from her orgasms, or ended up so limp and fucked out that there wasn't much point in trying for cum load number four.
As their cuckold relationship with Ron had evolved, Tyler and Monica had given him a key to their condo along with the authority to visit at will, day or night. On average, the big man dropped by two to three times a week, mostly in the evening when Tyler was also home. Ron had explained that he particularly enjoyed using white wives in front of their husbands, a fact the husbands seemed to enjoy as much as their wives, Tyler squarely among them. When Monica had expressed concern about hurting her husband's feelings, Tyler had immediately reassured her that she needn't worry. In fact, Tyler had conceded that nothing he had ever experienced came within shouting distance of how aroused he got watching his wife taking on her black lover, an admission Monica had shared with her sister, Elaine, and their mother.
Tyler had had to get used to Monica's easygoing and open attitude about their involvement in the lifestyle. She hid nothing from her sister and mother, and was increasingly open with their friends and coworkers. When Tyler had expressed reservations about his wife's candor, she'd declared that "There's absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. I'm incredibly lucky – I get all the black monster cock I can handle, and I have a loving husband who's amazingly supportive. I'm just blessed to have the best of both worlds, and I like to share my blessings with my family and friends, and let them know they can have it, too."
In that regard, Monica had no need to encourage her older sister to do likewise, since it had been Elaine who had first introduced them to the lifestyle. The sisters were plotting to introduce their mother to it as well. A petite, vivacious redhead, she shared their infectious good humor, impish sense of fun, and – Monica insisted – their interest in black men.
"She's always asking questions about it – what it's like, whether black guys are bigger and better in bed, how our husbands react – stuff like that," Monica had said. "A couple of weeks ago, she told us that she's made up her mind to try, but she's not really sure if Dad would be okay with it."
"Has he said anything about it one way or the other?" Tyler asked.
Monica blushed. "Dad told Mom that if Elaine and I were addicted to bbc, then it was good enough for her. He said he figured it was just a matter of time before she tried, so as far as he was concerned, the sooner the better."
She paused, seeming to struggle with her thoughts. Tyler waited for Monica to continue. "You remember when I went over a week ago? Dad pulled me aside and told me I should set Mom up with Ron. He made me promise to talk to him."
"What do you think about it?" Tyler said. "Could be really intense if you ask me, either good or bad."
"Ever since Ron started fucking Elaine, he's been after me to set him up with Mom. Calls it a white family 'trifecta,'" Monica replied. "Every time he talks about it, he says he wants to breed all three of us at the same time so we can walk around with swollen bellies and give birth to black babies together."
Tyler's cock tented his pants. He made no effort to hide his response. Monica laughed when she saw him. "I guess there's no need to ask what you think of that idea," she said, and kissed her husband. She squeezed his big cock through his pants. "Since Ron started fucking Elaine, he's also been talking to me and her about a threesome – Elaine, me, and Ron."
Tyler sat up. "Oh yeah? What do you think about that idea?" he asked.
Monica frowned. "Honestly, I don't know. It's not that I mind Ron fucking Elaine, not in the least. It's just . . ." Her thoughts trailed off.
"Just what?" Tyler probed. "Don't worry, I'm long since over being shocked."
His wife laughed at his comment. "I know you won't get shocked. I just don't know what I think about doing a three way with Elaine," she said. "I could handle being in the same bed and sharing Ron, but he's made it abundantly clear that he's going to insist on a full contact threesome." Monica looked at Tyler intently. "Elaine's my sister, Tyler. Full physical contact even with Ron there is really pushing the envelope out about as far as it can go."
"What does Elaine have to say about it?" he asked.
"You know Elaine," Monica said. "She's a stone freak. The kinkier it gets the more she likes it, and doing the nasty with her sister – and a hung black man – gets her motor running, big time. She's all for it." She paused, briefly, and then went on. "Elaine's been proselytizing about the virtues of black cock fucking to Mom for months, and she keeps saying that once Dad sees her fucking Ron their only regret will be waiting so long to go black."
With that, Monica had kissed her husband, turned out the light on the bed stand, and quickly fallen asleep, leaving Tyler to ponder the brief conversation. Despite Monica's alleged misgivings, he had no doubt that Ron would end up taking both sisters to bed together. Paul, Elaine's husband, had confirmed as much, acknowledging that his wife did whatever Ron wanted with little hesitation.
Tyler knew the same was true of his own wife – the black spade tattoo was one example; so were the silver barbells piercing her nipples and the similar bar vertically piercing her clitoris. Ron had simply "suggested" Monica get pierced and two days later she'd come home from the piercing parlor, proud of her new ornaments, just as she'd been delighted with her black spade tattoo.
Tyler shook his head. He loved his beautiful wife with all his heart and he knew she felt the same way. They were soul-mates. He delighted in pleasing her, in making her laugh; in holding her close while she slept. He'd never regretted a single moment they had shared together. And yet, and yet. And yet, notwithstanding his passionate devotion, he accepted her infatuation with black men as her primary sexual partners. Accepted? Hell, he embraced the lifestyle with as much enthusiasm as Monica. The truth for them was that being a black cock cuckold couple was a two-way street. It wasn't just that Monica clearly preferred Ron's monster cock. It was also that Tyler accepted how right it seemed for his tiny redheaded wife to prefer it.
For the two of them, there was a freely acknowledged admission of the sexual superiority of big black cock – or at least of the one belonging to Ron. Neither Tyler nor Monica subscribed to the extreme views of total racial superiority, but when it came to the relative excellence of hung black studs in the bedroom, there was just no denying it. Tyler was well endowed – very – and an attentive and generous lover. He'd never had any complaints about his performance, quite the opposite.
But when Monica had taken black men into their bedroom, all that had changed. This was an unassailable truth with Ron, whose effortless prowess with Tyler's wife was simply a fact. Sexually, Monica was completely under his sway. She simply climaxed more frequently and far more intensely with Ron than she had ever done with Tyler, and the more she did it, the more she wanted it. Ron was just that much better at fucking Monica, and Tyler accepted this without rancor. If Ron wanted Monica and Elaine together, that was fine with him.
As for pregnancy, well, why not? Their lifestyle was definitely not a secret, and in their social circles, couples seemed to fall into one of two categories: those who'd gone black, and those who were in the process of going black. He and Monica had always planned on having kids while they were young, anyway.
As for Elaine, her husband Paul had confided to Tyler that they were ready for it. "Elaine's only waiting to see what happens with Monica and her Mom. If they're both willing, we'll try to time it so it happens pretty much simultaneously," he'd said. "If not, we'll go it alone." Tyler was certain Elaine and Paul would definitely not be alone, it was simply a matter of timing. As far as Lisa, their mother, who knew? Ron could be very persuasive. Very persuasive indeed.
Unbeknownst to Tyler, Monica and Elaine had already set up an introductory meeting between Ron and their parents, scheduled that very afternoon. Both daughters accompanied their paramour to the family home for the meeting. Tyler had tagged along, but Paul – Elaine's husband – had opted out.
It was awkward at first. Lisa was anxious to meet the man who had cuckolded her sons-in-law. Her husband, Jack, poured drinks with a deliberately heavy hand, hoping the alcohol would undo the nervous tension. After a couple of drinks, the tension began to fade. "Good lord," Jack finally said, "it feels like we're meeting a future family member."
