Reading Ch. 01 is a must in understanding how Greg's wife Gwen, and their daughter Zoe's relationship was turned upside down; with both now working towards the goal of interracially cuckolding him.
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Outwardly, forty-two year old Greg Parks was living the American Dream. Married to his beautiful wife Gwen for twenty years, they produced an equally beautiful eighteen year old daughter Zoe. Greg, after graduation from Ohio State university, went to work for a large medical device company and rose through the ranks becoming a senior spinal cord medical device specialist in pain management.
Greg travels the United States and Canada selling medical devices in addition to supervising ten other salespersons. His community services are varied but devotes most of his time supporting the Gridiron Hero's Organization which aids families whose high school children have suffer a football related spinal injury. Greg's other passion in life is OSU football going back to his freshman year, the days of Eddie George, the 1995 Heisman Trophy winner.
Trouble was, although his public life was exemplary by any standard, his private life was a fucking-hot-mess. Greg had not made love to his wife in five years, desperately wanting her to IR cuckold him. He cut her off from sex in the hopes her frustration would lead to an affair. His thinking was he'd then be able to convince her to fuck black lovers instead of white... but unfortunately, she remained faithful. If that weren't enough, being sexually frustrated himself, Greg developed an unnatural hyper-sexuality towards his daughter longing to do the ultimate taboo.
It all started seven years ago when Greg was called into the office of the VP of sales, Tom Williams.
"Greg it's come to my attention that one of the sales reps who reports to you, Clay Johnson, has been using the companies computers to view... how should I say... inappropriate content. Here is a list of his activity. I'd like for you to meet with him and review what he's been looking at. If the content is inappropriate, give him a warning, with notice he'll be fired if he does it again. It that clear."
"As a bell Tom. I'll have a sit down with him tomorrow, and then report back to you."
"Great Greg, thanks."
Being called into Gregs office Clay didn't know what to expect with Greg positioning Clay in back of his computer.
"Clay, I want you to key in 'iloveinterracial'.
Clay froze at the keyboard asking what this was all about.
"I think you know, now please key it in," Greg asked sternly.
Opening the home page there was a collage of pictures of white women being sexed in all their holes by black men.
"Now go to the search box and key in 'clayshotwifelinda'.
Clay involuntarily hunched over the keyboard, like a man walking to the gallows shaking his woe-is-me head, but did as he was told. With the noose around his neck standing on the trap door he hit enter. Instantly an extensive file popped up of over one hundred thumb-nail pictures of Linda, Clay's beautiful blonde wife, whom Greg had met at various company functions.
"Open picture #1, Greg ordered. The opening picture showed Linda on a bed wearing a shelf bra exposing her tits holding up a magic marker sign next to her, saying, "Now that I've Gone Black - Clay Can't Get Me Back", with Clay in the background showing off his small dick. What Greg noticed most (besides Linda's still perky thirty-ish tits) was a contented yet radiantly defiant look on her face. The look of a woman who's been sexual emancipated, never returning to the 'slavery' of her husband's small dick. Linda knew what she needed, and by God, she went out and found it.
"Open picture #2," which he did, putting his hands to his head looking down. The picture was a perfectly framed and contrasted full color shot of Linda naked on her knees with a 12" glistening coal black cum spewing cock stuffed in her mouth. Holding it with her left hand, showing off her shiny one carat engagement wedding ring set, she looked lovingly up at the camera with her silver-blue eyes. A prodigious load of black spunk ran out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin forming a sexual stalactite with drops of cum falling from it, bouncing off her tits. Greg's cock became instantly hard having never seen a more erotic picture in his life. The contrast between's Linda's flawless pale white, cum dripping, red-lipsicked face vs. the heavily veined large back manhood half way in her mouth was utterly breathtaking.
"Clay I want you to look at the screen," Greg ordered, gaining his composure. Did you access this picture on your company computer?" Greg said, shifting to role as supervisor, hoping that Clay wouldn't notice the tent in his pants.
"I did," Clay confessed, feeling humiliated, not from being an IR cuckold, which he was proud of, but from being caught using the company computer.
"Open picture #3." This picture had Linda on her back with a big smile on her face spreading her legs wide for her black lover, who was positioned in-between them. Clay's wedding ring hand had a hold a different curved massive black shaft, with the head buried in his wife's swollen red-flushed pussy; presumably after guiding and then pushing it inside her. There are two broad classes of cuckolds, voluntary and involuntary, Clay was definitely voluntary, as Greg would be certainly be if Gwen ever went black.
"And this one?"
"I did."
I think I've seen enough," Greg said, feeling himself starting to flush and sweat, unable to remember the last time he got rock hard without touching himself. "I certainly would deem these inappropriate pictures to be viewing on company time using a company computer. Wouldn't you agree Clay?" Greg said maintaining his professional composure despite the pre-cum wet spot forming in his pants.
"Yes they most certainly are, I'm sorry and I apologize. Look, I made a terrible mistake and it will never happen again, I promise."
"If it does, you're fired, do you understand? No second warning."
"Completely," Clay said hurrying himself out of Greg's office like a cat with it's tail on fire.
Later on that night, with both Gwen and Zoe out of the house, Greg keyed in 'iloveinterracial' and feasted on the other ninety-seven pictures of Linda with black cum flowing from all her holes, taking black cock in very Karma Sutra position imaginable. Servicing as many as four ebony bulls at one time. All the while Greg was looking the pictures he was pretending that Gwen was Linda, vicariously voyeuring his own wife getting blacked; while thinking of different positions he would have posed her and the bull(s) in if he'd been Clay.
Every IR cuckold has a day, month, and year of birth and that day was Greg's. Personality is fixed for life by age eight, but not sexuality. Sexuality comes from what gives you pleasure which changes over time, like drink. Few young men start out drinking single male scotch neat, while few old men still drink cherry flavored vodka. Had he'd not seen those pictures of Linda he may never have become an IR cuckold wannabe, nor developed a sexual attraction for his daughter. Greg came four times that night watching Linda getting getting fucked by at least a dozen back guys. He probably would have jacked himself to death, but was saved by his wife and daughter coming home from a movie.
After that night Greg delved into the IR cuckold lifestyle trying to understand the fetish that dominated his sexual thoughts; coming to the conclusion it was penis envy plain and simple. Looking at the pictures of Linda he found he always jacked off to black cocks that were at least 10" in length and 2" thick. Any cocks bigger than this reduced his stroke time to ejaculation from ten minutes down to two for monster cocks 15 inches or longer and 2 1/2" thick... a two-hand black anaconda so thick most women were lucky if they could even fit the head inside their mouth.
His tiny white dick (about the size of Clay's; three inches flaccid, five inches erect and an inch thick) was always a source of embarrassment for him growing up, driving him away from team sports with group showers. Tennis, golf, running, and bicycling took the place of football (which he loved), basketball, and baseball. In bed at night having sex with Gwen, now an IR cuckold, he felt he didn't belong inside not having been properly black fucked. He longed for the sloppy second feeling of a stretched pussy oozing black cum to sink his dick into; feeling both nothing and everything at the same time.
Losing his erections inside Gwen he was unable to ejaculate which left them both unsatisfied, they soon stopped making love altogether. Having both come from conservative all-white backgrounds, suggesting that Gwen go black directly was impossible. Indirect attempts also proved futile as well. When suggesting they go to a jazz club, Gwen would shut down the idea saying it wasn't her kind of music, preferring classical instead. Going to a club in a 'questionable' mixed race area was shot down by 'why in world would you want to go there, it's not safe'. Any TV show with more than one token black was channel changed by her preferring an all white BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) cast. Needless to say Greg and Gwen had no black friends or acquaintances, indeed, no black person had ever set foot in their home. Blacks were simply not on Gwen's radar, as they weren't on Greg's until that faithful day in the office.
Not knowing what to do he became a closet IR cuckold wannabe husband getting his release jacking-off while watching or reading IR porn (he'd be stroking to this story right now if he hadn't been 'cured'). In every case he continued to pretended that the woman in the scene or story plot getting blacked was Gwen, thereby not cheating on her lusting after another woman. Greg wanted Gwen to be both a loving wife and his own private interracial porn star; right now she was neither. Gwen being shut off from sex wrote it off to being married for twenty years thinking the novelty of it all must have worn off with him. Long baths with a pulsing shower head took his place quite nicely, not ever having had any really good quality orgasms generated by his small dick anyway. Never once did she think to ask him what was wrong, or how they could spice up their marriage which would have been a crack in the door.
Being sexually frustrated with Gwen his eye caught his daughter, Zoe, growing up from a little girl to a sexy young vixen. Greg slowly acquired the second fetish of father/daughter incest, which became stronger as Zoe developed. Knowing he'd never jeopardize there relationship he was determined never to act on it, but did however use her worn panties as a jack-off aid loving the clean, fresh, fragrant, smell of her pussy. Zoey was her dad's GYCST (Gee, You're Cunt Smells Terrific) baby girl.
This violation of Zoe however had the unintended consequence of him feeling guilty which made him more and more withdrawn from interacting with her. Zoe would often ask Greg, 'Daddy don't you love me anymore?' Greg would answer 'of course I do', but then break off the conversation, frustrating Zoey who then became withdrawn herself. The family dynamics could only be described as ultra-FUBAR squared.
The only solutions to his dual sexual frustration Greg thought would be aging, maybe by age eighty he'd forget about sex, or divorce; finding a new wife on an IR dating site who'll fuck black men for him. Trapped he really had no way out, cursing the day he saw Linda Johnson on her knees with a black cock fucking her throat, Greg was a man adrift on a sexual ocean with not a drop to drink.
Work was they only thing that kept him sane. A typical week would be arranging calls on Monday and Tuesday, flying into on Wednesday, hold meetings on Thursday and Friday flying home that night. Each week, unless he was on vacation, he'd rinse and repeat covering the entire United States and Canada.
On Wednesday he was flying to Sacramento, the week following Miami. He always gave Gwen and Zoe a heads up after he knew what city was next up.
Coming home that night, (the day Zoe and Gwen laid out the plan for IR cuckolding him... read/rereading chapter #1 is a must) Greg gave Gwen a kiss on the check, announcing, "Well, I'm planning on going down to Miami the following week after I finish up in Sacramento."
"Oh daddy, can we go with you to Miami." Zoe immediately asked in a baby doll tone of voice. "My school will be on break (it wouldn't be) and I'm sick and tired of the cloudy, cold weather in Columbus."
"I think that would be a great mini-vacation for the family. We haven't gone with you in years. We could fly in with you on Wednesday, shop while you're in meetings and then head to the beach on the weekend." Gwen said quickly, not giving Greg an opportunity to reject Zoey's plea.
Both caught Greg off-guard, but he had no real objections to the idea of them coming along, "Sure, I don't know why not. It should be fun, the temperature down there is in the low 80's with mostly sunny skies. Be sure to pack plenty of sunscreen."
