WARNING: This is an extreme interracial cuckolding story, with plenty of humiliation--and bi and gay themes. It's also VIOLENT. It's partly scatological, and it's VERY gay at times. If these themes make you squeamish in any way, then PLEASE do not read my story. Just skip it. Harsh comments will be deleted.
AGAIN: It gets *VERY GAY*.
ALSO: This story is a redo and extension of my multi-chapter "Wife Gets Reclaimed by BBC Ex."
WARNING: HAVE YOU READ THE F*CKING WARNINGS? READ THE WARNINGS!
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"I ran into Elgin today," my wife told me as soon as I got home.
My face blanched, as I prepared myself to hear more. Elgin was my wife's ex-boyfriend from shortly before we met. Her huge black ex-boyfriend with an eleven-inch dick.
And it wasn't just any eleven-inch dick. My wife admitted to me that it was more like a "magic fuck stick."
"Rob," she would say, partly to taunt me and partly to turn me on. "You would not believe how incredible sex was with that fuck stick... I can't tell you how depressed I became when I discovered Elgin would never marry me and make a family with me. It took all my willpower to break up with him, and thank God he moved across the country!"
I knew sex with me would never compare to sex with Elgin, and somehow I made peace with that. I knew Emily loved me deeply, even if I could never take her to those sexual heights.
You're probably wondering the basics about us. We're an early thirties professional white couple. I'm nice looking enough--5'11", dark hair, fit. Many women would have been plenty happy with me, probably, and never needed "more."
Emily is 5'6", with long dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute face, and excellent curves. She's thin, but she has appetizing C-cup breasts and a cute bubble butt that all look great on her lean frame. Men (and many women!) find my wife incredibly attractive, and she was an energetic serial monogamist right up until she met me. I don't want to know how many lovers she's had. It's probably been a lot. I haven't done badly in my love life, but I can sense that it's been tame compared to my gorgeous wife's experiences.
I would never have known about Elgin. I certainly wasn't asking about Emily's past, but one day when we were quarreling--a rarity for us--she lashed out about how she wished I had a big cock like her ex-boyfriend. One thing led to another, and I ended up--partly to my arousal and partly to my chagrin--hearing all about the super hung Black boyfriend of over a year... Elgin.
It was only about a week later that we added an Elgin-size black dildo to our bedroom routine. Emily admitted she was just too cranky without getting something his size up inside her from time to time--now that she had experienced it for over a year. "Sorry, Boo," she told me. "I didn't realize it until now. I'm sorry it happened. But my time with Elgin just rewired my basic needs to another level. I need something his size up inside me! I'm craving it!"
We rushed right out to get her a giant black dildo together. What was the alternative? Perhaps losing her? That didn't seem like a good idea!
For the ensuing eighteen months, it seemed like the dildo was doing the trick, and we both seemed happy in our marriage.
Now here we are, three years into married life, and Emily had run into Elgin at the car dealer, as they both waited for their cars to be serviced. Elgin had moved back to town, apparently.
When Emily handed me a gin and soda right after telling me that she ran into Elgin, and she suggested we sit down, I knew I was in for a tricky conversation.
"I'm so sorry this happened, Boo! Really, I am!" Emily began. "I mean... I never would have sought him out! It took so much willpower for me to break it off with him... But then there he was, right across from me in the tiny waiting room... And he looked amazing! I'm sorry, but he really did! And he was wearing designer sweatpants like he usually does... I tried to keep it to just small talk, but then I saw his cock grow partway hard in his pants, and I became absolutely transfixed! You can't hold it against me, Boo! You just can't! It's an instinctive reaction for a female in the face of such an intensely erotic male of the same species! It's just animal instinct! My nipples got super hard and my pussy became soaked. Elgin could definitely see my nipples, and I am pretty sure he smelled my arousal as well!"
I had mixed feelings listening to Emily, just as I did when she told me her stories about being fucked by Elgin--and just as I did when I fucked her with her "Elgin" dildo.
Yes, I was intensely jealous, but it was also a huge turn on. I loved interracial porn, and I loved helping Emily have her best orgasms with her dildo... And the idea of my sexy wife fucking a black stud worthy of a porn video definitely got my dick hard... And my dick got hard right then!
Emily saw my pants tent.
"Ha! Your little dick is hard from even hearing this much, dear! I *knew* it! I knew you would love hearing about me turning into a drenched-pussy bitch for my ex-boyfriend! I just knew it!! Good!! Should I let you hear what happened next, or should I just go into the bedroom with my 'Elgin' dildo and bang out a couple of good cums on my own... Hmmm? I'm not sure..."
I knew what she wanted, now, Emily. She wanted me to beg. It was not a tough decision for me to make.
"Oh, please, Boo!" I said, using the nickname we each used for the other. "Please tell me! Pretty please!"
"Only if you SWEAR that you won't hold it against me, Boo." Emily replied. "Will you swear?"
I was hopeless to hear about it. I was an interracial voyeur and porn junky as Emily well knew, and nothing was more arousing than thinking about her getting black-fucked. "Yes! I swear, Emily! Tell me! Tell me everything!"
"You are 1,000% sure?"
"Yes!!"
"Very well then! Except there's a problem..." she said.
"What? What do you mean there's a problem?" I was worried and frustrated.
"Elgin made me promise that if you want to hear about it that you may not-- that you may only *SEE* it-- *and*... *and* if you want to see it, you have to agree that I can go **black-only**!"
"Whoa!" I said. "That's intense! What exactly do you mean by 'black-only,' Boo?"
"Well," Emily replied. "Of course my pussy would only be for blacks--permanently. But Elgin says that for maximum impact, my mouth should be 'black-only,' too! No blow jobs--no French kissing, even! And, of course, even though he's insisting that I finally--and regularly!--receive his cock in my ass, that you can never have me there, either! Basically, I'll be reserved *completely* for blacks sexually. You'll be celibate--except for occasional 'mercy' hand jobs!"
"Really?!?"
"Yes, if you want to hear any more about it, you're going to have to watch--and to agree that I can go black, and black-only, for good!"
Before I could reply, Emily added. "Oh, and if none of this is agreeable, I'll just fuck Elgin REGULARLY on my own and tell you NOTHING about it. You'll have a complete and total embargo on any specifics whatsoever!"
"Wow! This is a pretty severe choice, Em! Does it have to be like this?" I complained--even though my dick was rock hard in my pants still, and oozing precum rapidly, I was certain. I sure hoped I wasn't going to have a wet spot for Emily to notice while we were discussing!
"Yes," she said. "I talked it over with Elgin for a good long while, and he was very firm. He says he has plenty of options for who to fuck, and he'll only give the white cuck what he desires if he relinquishes his own privileges for good. He's perfectly happy to fuck me privately from you. So if it's going to be for your satisfaction, too, he wants something big out of it!"
"Wow! But I guess it has a certain logic," I said. "After all the racism that black guys put up with, I can see how he wouldn't want to gratify my needs without my giving something in return... And exclusive Black access to you sexually is the logical thing for him to insist on... But how would you feel about it, Boo?"
"Well," Emily began, "it would mean a very big change to our marriage, it's true. But I've been thinking about it for a couple of days now before offering the option to you... Yes, I'm up for it... I wouldn't be offering it to you if I wasn't up for it... I really miss big black cocks, generally, and Elgin's in specific... Going black-only I don't think would be hard for me at all, I don't think.... I'm sorry if this hurts your feelings, Boo! And I think it would be gratifying for you--with how much you're into interracial porn and helping me with my BBC dildo--to be in the room with me while I get taken to a whole other level of much, much more sexual satisfaction than--I am so sorry!-- than you have ever been able to bring me!"
"You'll really be that much more sexually satisfied, Em?? Really?!" I queried.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rob, but *yes*!" my gorgeous, sexy wife replied. "I don't want to hurt your feelings but I suppose it may help you decide if I'm fully honest, as I know how much my happiness means to you--and I know how much you enjoy seeing me being satisfied, right? Should I really lay it out for you, Boo?"
"Uh..." I stammered, unsure. "I guess so, Boo..."
"Well... Your dick is just tiny compared to Elgin's monster cock. I mean, it can be *pleasant* to have you inside me, it can feel close... but when Elgin's in me, I feel so much more a woman... He fills me so much better, he reaches all these great spots up inside me... Elgin can make tender love to me like you can, but he can also fuck me animalistically, which I really enjoy sometimes, too... And, I'm sorry dear, he makes love better than you do--and you can't really fuck me animalistically *at all*, not *ever*... I'm sure you agree with that, too, don't you?" Emily posed to me directly.
"No... You're right, of course, Boo..." I replied. "I hear what you're saying... But you wouldn't mind NEVER fucking me again in order to be fucked by Elgin and other blacks and have me just watch!? Really? You won't miss me at all?"
"Well," Emily replied. "I'm so sorry that this is going to be hard for your ego, Rob, but... no, I don't think I'll miss your little dick much at all... Being blacked is in a whole other galaxy and makes you seem like a little pre-teen boy by comparison... I don't mean to be cruel, but if I'm honest... and I think it may help you decide, is what I'm thinking... I would *much* rather have a sex life of being blacked... And you and I will figure out ways to be close... Like me talking dirty to you while you beat off... And you'll have some 'mercy' hand jobs and even occasionally be allowed to clean Black men's cum from my pussy and ass!"
"Oooh! That would be hot to do!" I admitted. "I'd love to lick you clean of black men's cum. That would be *so* tremendous!!"
"Yeah, I figured, my pervert husband!" Emily resumed, with a smile. "So... It's really a question of whether you'd like to be a part of things... Or whether for me to meet these needs that I can no longer suppress... If I should sneak off without you regularly--just so you can still put your dick in me once in a while.... even as you putting yourself in me does almost nothing at all for me. Nearly nothing whatsoever!"
"Uh..." I again stammered, still a bit confused and unsure. "I guess I hear what your preference is, hunh?"
"Honestly, Rob, I *do* love you, and it seems our marriage has a better shot if we spend more time together," my gorgeous wife said. "So I think if you are serious about trying to make our marriage work, we'll have more closeness between us if you do choose to be a part of things by giving me up to go black-only."
"Wow, Em!" I replied. "But I guess I understand your logic... If I do give you up to go black-only, we would be closer than if I send you off to get blacked without being a part of it... But still this is a big step... And what about babies? We've always wanted to have a family, Em!"
