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WARNING: This is a severe BBC cuckolding story, in a group sex context, with considerable gay/bi behavior, and black breeding and black ownership, to boot. Only read it, please, if you like those themes! I hope you enjoy! Please skip the story if it doesn't sound like your kind of thing!

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If you had told me when I was in my twenties, that I--Ed--would end up a decade or so later, at age forty, with a sexy wife fifteen years my junior, who was horny as hell and was soon to get fucked by a wide variety of massive black cocks, I never would have believed you.

I hadn't achieved much life success yet, and even though I'm good-looking, I would not have believed I would be so incredibly lucky in my prime.

But then there I was. Age forty, super successful, and married to my incredibly sexy and super-horny wife, Louise, age twenty-five.

Louise exudes a soft-spoken, shy, "girl nextdoor" sex appeal.

I think every single one of my pals would love to fuck her if given the chance. Some of them have even said so!

My wife is 5'4", with shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair; sparkling blue eyes; a cute and perky face; and great curves. She looks a lot like the actress Julie Bowen--with just as pretty a face--but is shorter and, luckily, a lot curvier.

Oh, I mustn't forget to call out her perfectly rounded, medium-size, bubble-shaped backside that has me drooling all the time--and I often catch other guys staring at.

And her tits are a beautifully shaped double-D cup, massive for a short girl.

Louise's dimensions are an intoxicating 35DD-24-37.

My wife's curves are also accentuated by her trim, never-had-a-baby-yet tummy (when this story starts).

Lots of yoga brought out all the great aspects of Louise's natural form--and made her sensually flexible, to boot. Further, she's easily aroused, and at least early in our marriage, my wife was multi-orgasmic.

My wife was (and is!) quite the package.

Complementing her great looks and high sex drive, my Louise has a lot going for her in the personality department, to boot. She is truly sweet and good-natured, as well as bright, well-educated, and a good conversationalist.

Louise was obviously drawn to me in no small part because of my worldly success--but who was I to complain? I felt lucky.

My impression is that Louise had a boyfriend or lover continuously from age 18 until I met her at age 22, and it could have been a good number of them at that! I didn't hear of anyone she was involved with more than a couple of months before me, so it wasn't hard for me to imagine Louise might have had a robust "body count", as they say. I didn't let myself think about it often--and I definitely didn't ask! I didn't really want to know how many guys my wife had been with or what they might have been like!

I'm attractive, too. 5'10", handsome, broad shoulders, nice physique. Sadly, though, my dick--to my great disappointment--is a mere, typical, white five-incher. My little dick is definitely nothing for a woman like my sexy wife to brag about to a friend!

While no woman had been so rude as to complain to me, I had a sense that some of my relationships had dissipated because I wasn't well hung. It was painful to think about--but it seemed true.

This story starts when Louise and I were twenty-five and forty, respectively, about three years ago, after two years of marriage. Louise and I both thought it would be a sexy thing to share--she now reads Literotica as well, you see!

Unfortunately--but as I know is too common in marriage--after a couple of years, our sex life had cooled off.

Sure, my sexy wife still put out regularly. Yes, we made love a couple of times a week. I still liked it. Louise seemed to cum at least once every time.

But increasingly I got the vibe that my sexy sexy wife just wasn't that into it anymore. Some of her orgasms--well, I thought they might be fake.

I stewed on what to do.

Did I want to confront her to discuss it? Hmm... Louise wasn't all that comfortable discussing difficult topics.

It might go okay, but what would it lead to? It could very well lead to: "Yes, husband, I'm bored with you as my small-dicked sex partner." Would she even say that? Where would things go if she did?

Perhaps it would be best if I *led* us to a solution, is what stuck with me the most. My Louise always liked me to problem solve. Yes, she'd probably just appreciate it if I came to her with a solution rather than a discussion. "What would work best?" I wondered.

"I know," I said to myself, after a bit of pondering. "Just like so many stories I've read, I'll start with porn and see what Louise seems to respond to." It was clichéd, but it also seemed sensible.

It took a while, but eventually I did get my adorable--but religious--wife to agree to watch porn with me.

Things progressed apace once we started watching videos together.

I quickly noticed that Louise got the most turned on, by far, from seeing guys with massive black cocks in action. More than any other aspect of what was going on in a porn scene, it was the size of the guy's dick--and it *had* to be black--that got my wife fired up.

My wife was too shy to make comments, but I could of course tell anyway. I could feel her skin get warmer, see (and feel) her meaty nipples get harder, and smell her pussy aroma fill the room.

As soon as I put together Louise's BBC affinity, it clicked for me that I really very much wanted to see my wife get well and properly fucked by enormous black cocks--by chocolate cocks much, much bigger than my little penis. (With just five inches, I certainly didn't think my penis could be called a "cock"!)

Once the thought of pairing my wife with some massive BBCs occurred to me, it aggressively took root in my psyche.

It got so I could fantasize about little else BESIDES watching Louise getting fucked by huge BBCs.

If I were masturbating, I'd have to visualize Louise getting fucked by a giant black cock in order to cum. If I were actually making love to my wife, it was the same damn thing!

I could only cum by thinking of my beautiful wife getting fucked by a ginormous BBC!

I would even dream of my wife fucking a foot-long and thick BBC pulverizing her pussy. YES!! That's what I really wanted to see: My beautiful, sexy Louise getting her pussy all stretched out by a twelve-inch black monster cock! Unghhhh! It was hard to fantasize about anything else!

After a few weeks of this, I got brave enough to mention the idea to my wife. I was super nervous. I couldn't help but be a bit bumbling. I mentioned it over dinner because I knew I would feel too weird doing it in the middle of sex.

I had searched the Internet for advice on how to broach the topic, and my favorite tidbit suggested pretending that it had come to me in a dream.

"Honey," I started. "I had the weirdest dream last night!

"Oh?"

"Yeah! It starred you... and it was *INCREDIBLY* hot!"

"Oh?!"

"Yeah!!"

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?"

"I don't know if I should... It was pretty kinky!"

"Boo!" she protested, "You can't bring it up and NOT tell me!"

"I dunno! It was pretty kinky!"

"You *HAVE* to tell me!"

"OK!" I offered, "But only if you *SWEAR* not to get mad at me about it... Do you swear?"

"Fine!" Louise said, with a smidge of exasperation. "I swear!"

"Well... I don't know if you realized, but I could tell that you really enjoy the BBCs in our videos by far the most..."

"Oh! Uh..." Louise stammered "I... uh... was hoping it wasn't that obvious!"

"Well, it was pretty obvious!"

"And, so?"

"And so last night," I continued to pretend, "I dreamt that I was watching you get fucked by one!"

Ah! It felt good to finally tell her. It was a huge relief to at last share my fantasy with my adorable beloved!

"What?!?!" Louise shouted, "Last night, you what?!?!"

"You heard me, Boo. I know you heard me."

"You dreamt I was doing what?!"

"Do you really need me to say it again?"

"YES, husband! I *REALLY* need you to say it again!"

"Okay... If you insist!" I replied. "I dreamt that I watched you getting fucked by a massive black cock, and you had the very *BEST* sex of your life ever!!"

"No way!!" my wife responded. "You really dreamt that?!"

"Yup. One-hundred-and-ten percent."

"Wow!!"

"Yeah, I'll say!" I continued. "Boy, was it sexy!! You looked so amazing getting the daylights fucked out of you by a BBC!! It was *FABULOUS* to watch! I even leaked precum in my PJs!"

"You don't say!"

"I say!"

"Hunh...." Louise said, turning pensive. "Thanks for letting me know, I guess."

"You're welcome, dear!" I said, sweetly.

Once the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, the topic came up again and again over several weeks. I nursed it by making sure to play only BBC porn for us--and I played it weekly. Then, for conversation, I didn't have to bring it up. Louise did!

Louise asked me about it every time we watched BBC porn.

"Did you really think that was hot, to see me black-fucked in your dream like we just watched in video?" or...

"Wow! That was some sexy porno! When you dreamt of me fucking like that... are you sure you liked it?" or...

"Golly, in your dream, were my orgasms really as big as in that video just now, Boo?" or...

"In your dream, was I really able to fuck that big a BBC, Ed?"

That led before long to my wife asking me more pointed questions, such as...

"Do you think you would really like to watch me get black-fucked in real life, Boo?" or...

"How badly do you want to see a black cock take your wife, Edward?" or...

"Do you think you'd enjoy seeing me fuck black enough that you'd be okay with me doing it regularly, even?"

To which my replies, respectively were...

"Very much!" and

"Oh, so badly!" and

"Oh, yes, it would be a dream come true to watch you get blacked regularly, my love!"

Yes, Louise was DEFINITELY fascinated now with the idea of getting black-fucked. And we always had hot sex after talking about it--much hotter than before I brought the idea up! I'm sure we were *both* fantasizing about BBC while we fucked--but who cares? It was working! Our sex life was getting better again. Yay!!

I let it play out at its own pace until one day my wife got more serious about things, at last.

"So, Edward," she said, "You seem truly sincere in your desire to see me black-fucked... Well, good news! It's my fantasy now, too, and I'm ready to make it happen... With two important conditions!"

"Yes, my sweet? And what might those be...?" I responded.

"Oh, they're quite simple!" Louise clarified, "The first is that of course I get to control the details... Including that I might never stop black-fucking once I do get started! If I really like fucking big black cocks--and I think I probably will--you will *not* be telling me to stop..."

She paused for a while, so I interjected simply with, "And...?"

"And by no means will this give you license to fuck around with any other women!" my adorable wife insisted. "Can you live with those constraints? Are you serious about this?"

"Yes! Both those conditions seem totally fair, Honey! They work for me! I swear!" I reassured her. "I don't need to have sex with any other women... I just think it would be so hot to see you get black-fucked properly! Yes, you can keep fucking black as long as you like! And yes--100% I don't need to fuck any other women... So, are we good to go?"

"Hmmm..." she responded, "You seem sincere, Ed... But I'm going to think about it a bit more!"

Just two days later, my sweet, delicious, sexy wife came back to me again.

"So if I do this, Ed, you're really not going to cheat on me? You're really not going to leave me? You're 1,000-percent sure? You swear it?" she said.

"Yes, I swear!" I responded.

"Well, how about you sign this document, too, then?" Louise demanded, handing me a piece of paper.

It was rather straightforward:

"I, Edward [Last name omitted], do swear that I am asking my wife Louise to do perverted acts, starting with fucking big black cocks. I promise not to leave her if she enjoys them. She may continue them if she likes--as long as she likes--and she may decide at any time to expand upon them, including in ways that I may not have imagined and might not prefer. This does NOT give me permission to have any sexual contact whatsoever with any other women besides my wife; such is not allowed. If I cheat on Louise or leave her as a consequence, my wife gets the house and half of my business. If my wife leaves me, for example to fuck only black guys, she also gets the house and half of my business since it would have been my fault for starting things."

"Wow, you really mean business, hunh, dear?" I said.

"Well, once you get a girl started, who knows what might happen?" she said, coyly, with a sexy smile.

"Fair enough... fair enough..." I replied. And I signed it. I was cornered. There was no way Louise was going to fulfill my deviant fantasies otherwise.

And, besides, it added a huge turn on that she was now allowed to take swinging--or anything sexual for that matter--as far and as long as she might like! Yes, it was an immense turn on that it was going to be out of my control from here!

Our swinging adventures quickly took off.

"I'm going to be the one to put your idea into a concrete plan, Ed, now that I've agreed in general!" Louise insisted. "I don't want to worry about what super-perverted spin you might put on things. Give me a bit, and I'll get a plan sorted out."

What could I do but agree? Nothing, of course!

A mere week later Louise had found our first swing club for us. "My friend Callie, from work, and I were sharing secrets over lunch," Louise explained. "You know, that tall sexy redhead you met at the barbeque last month?"

"Yeah..." I briefly acknowledged.

"She told me that she and her husband, Kevin, are regulars at this Club they really like called 'BCFH'--which stands for 'Big Cocks for Her'"

"Oh?"

"Yes! The club consists of a group of about a hundred black guys with eight-to-eleven-inch cocks as the 'full members.' Long-term dating, engaged, and married women are included as 'associates members' if the woman is sexy enough. The Club doesn't admit totally single women, for the dynamic isn't as sexy, Callie says. The full members also don't want to have to worry about any potentially clingy single women. The partners and husbands of the 'associate member' women are required to join in as 'supporters.' There are weekly parties where the members fuck and the supporters get to do chores, watch, and beat off... Apparently it's very popular! There's an interview process for women to join--and even a waiting list!"

"Wow! That sounds really hot, Babe! And there's an interview process?"

"There is!"

Well, to make a long story short, of course my sexy-as-fuck Louise passed her interview and was immediately admitted, never mind the supposed waiting list.

I passed my much shorter "supporter" interview, which consisted of my agreeing to be Louise's obedient cuckold--and writing a ten-thousand dollar check to help fund the club. No refunds given!

My wife and I had been relying on condoms and the diaphragm, but she was advised to immediately go on the pill or get an IUD, to better protect her given the amount of bareback-only fucking that she should expect to have at every party--or when the big-cocked members might visit us at home for release between parties as well!

Louise thought it was sensible to comply and went on the pill. Once the pill had kicked in and Louise had submitted to required medical tests, two weeks later we found ourselves on our way to our first party.

"What else do you know about the 'full members,' Dear?" I asked Louise as I drove us there.

"Well, It is 100 percent black guys, if you would like to know! And they're not all that good looking. In fact, I'm told some of the best hung guys--the eleven-inchers--are downright ugly."

"Oh, wow!" I said, enthusiastically.

"Yes, truly impressive, eh?" Louise said. "I think it will be hot to fuck some ugly black guys just because they have giant cocks--don't you?"

"Ooooh! That'll definitely be hot to watch!!" I concurred.

We immediately found that Louise and I both loved the Big-Cocks-For-Her parties.

Louise discovered that she could fuck whomever she wanted to start with. Even though she was only average-looking for the Club's women, she has a charm about her, a twinkle--and the black guys were especially into grabbing onto her ample hips and bubble butt, I observed!

I discovered that I was more than happy to watch from the supporters' designated "Cuck Pen"--the big basement area to which us cucks were confined.

If you have never seen your own wife starring in a live action sex show or in porn of any kind, I *highly* recommend it to you.

There's literally nothing in the world that's a bigger turn on than watching a massively hung BBC stud making your sexy white wife cum a thousand times better, bigger, and longer than you ever could with your own little white dicklet!

I loved, loved, loved watching Louise get fucked by massive black cocks!

Besides having much more intense orgasms with BBCs than she ever had with me, my gorgeous wife also got much more amorous overall when fucking or when slowly lovemaking with a hung black guy.

Louise was much more affectionate, feminine, pliable, and submissive with *any* man with a big black cock than she ever was with me. Louise would do nearly anything to please one of her BBC lovers.

Where with me, she would scarcely French kiss at all anymore, Louise would receive the tongue of a BBC lover in her wide-open mouth with total submission and lust.

Whereas with me, she would only have sex missionary style, Louise would do any position with a big-cocked lover--even doggy style, which she had told me she found degrading.

Where with me, my beautiful wife with the most succulent lips would rarely offer a blow job or submit to a face fuck anymore, for a guy with a big black cock, she'd make love to his black pole with her mouth, face, and throat as though it was the love of her life.

Where with me, my wife's fantastic bubble butt was off limits for fucking--indeed, she'd never, ever let me put my dick in her ass even once--my wife would willingly offer her ass for fucking to a BBC.

I found out that before we met, Louise had given up her ass in the heat of passion a few times with a big-cocked lover (with nine inches!)--but she didn't think anal sex was appropriate "in the sanctity of marriage."

And now? Well, now my wife just thought it was poignant and appropriate dominant behavior for her to give her ass up to BBC Club members--but *still* not to me, since I'm her "sacred" husband and also "only" her cucky!

Where with me, Louise had sworn she would never dream of debasing herself to rim my ass, with a BBC lover, my wife would willingly, energetically provide a rim job. In fact, she became known in the Club for the enthusiasm and duration of her rim jobs. While most of the "associates" would begrudgingly rim a stud for a couple of minutes, my wife would do it avidly for five, ten, or even fifteen minutes at a time!

In every way imaginable, my wife proved that she was a sex pot, a truly lusty kitten, for the big black cocks-- where with me she had after two years of marriage become a staid and conservative lover, who insisted that "raunchy sex just doesn't belong within the holy relationship I have with you, dear!"

My wife, you see, is religious and she firmly believes that sex between husband and wife is holy and must be "pure." Sex with other men, however, was "definitely not holy--it's down right satanic" so it need not be pure.

"Swinging can be as perverted as I want it, dear, because it's so sinful even just to begin with!" Louise would explain. "Surely you can see how I would feel that way!"