For a true cuckold what could be more satisfying than the sight of your wife and her black lover fucking on your marriage bed. His black 12-inch rod thrusting into your petite wife’s pink wet cunt. The moans of satisfaction as he thrusts his prick into her, filling up her love tube in a way she has never experienced before. As their lovemaking becomes more passionate her whimpers turn to cries of excitement as she begs him to fuck her harder wrapping her legs and arms round his body. She hits the peak of an organism as he floods her unprotected womb with copious floods of sperm. You then slip from the room unnoticed as they lay cuddling, recovering in post-orgasmic bliss from their activities. After all you do not want to be a gooseberry to their special relationship.
Imagine your desire to fully partake in the cuckold lifestyle. This was what I had fantasised for many years. My name is Keith, my wife Sarah and I were both in our late 20’s. Married for 5 years the spark had faded from our sex life. To spice things up we started to share our fantasies during our lovemaking. When I told Sarah mine she was taken back being fairly prime and proper. As time went on cuckolding became a regular feature of our occasional love play. Sarah started to look at related websites and reading on line stories of people active in the lifestyle. We regularly talked about her taking a lover but had yet to have the courage to take the plunge.
Things changed when my work required us to move to London from the North – East. Sarah had a dead end job and with no close relatives or friends there was nothing stopping us relocating. My only living relative was an Aunt who had a large house in Brixton only a few tube stops from where I would be working. She was 38 and a widow, her husband having died in a motor accident many years ago. Although we exchanged Birthday and Christmas cards, we had not seen her since our wedding however I had heard she led a bit of a wild life style and regularly jetted off to Jamaica with close friends for holidays.
She had often in her cards invited us to come and stay. Time had never given us the occasion to take up her offer but with the cost of renting Sarah suggested we ring Aunt Jane. She was over the moon we had made contact. It turned out she was going to be in our area the next weekend for a conference. She had intended staying in a hotel but I insisted the least we could do was provide accommodation for the two nights she was going to be up here.
The following Friday I met Aunt Jane at the Railway station and we soon were home at our flat. Sarah had cooked a lovely meal and after enjoying our fill of food and wine adjourned to the lounge for coffee and more drinks.
I am not sure how the subject came up but Aunt Jane was asking about our love life, I was surprised Sarah admitted it was not frequent and a bit dull. In fact we need to fantasise to give it a bit of spice. My Aunt perked up at this, tell me Sarah what are your fantasies. Sarah was embarrassed at this question realising perhaps with the drink she had said to much but under my Aunts probing admitted we were both turned on by the idea of a cuckold lifestyle.
Capital said my Aunt, I have had many lovers over the years even whilst Steven was still alive and I would add with his approval. I particularly found our black brothers well endowed and can recommend Sarah you go black. Once you have experienced a mighty black cock anything else will seem second best. Staying with me will give you the chance to experiment with this lifestyle. After all apart from me who will know you? At the end of the day you can return here no one the wiser. Think about it but if you want to live out your fantasies you do need to agree some ground rules so that there is no misunderstanding. My wife laughed, you mean like a job description for a cuckold. Yes-replied Jane I think that is probably a very good analogy.
It was getting late so we all adjourned to bed. In the morning Jane asked us if we had thought more about her comments. I looked at Sarah and then replied, yes, we may live to regret it but it is something we both want to experience. I could not get the thought of my wife with her lover out of my mind all night. Good she replied, when I get back tonight I want you to have agreed the rules for cuckolding. We will then have a little test. Sarah, at my conference is a dreamboat 6 ft black Jamaican called Paul. I know he is on his own and will welcome a night out. What could be better than myself, my nephew, his wife and her lover going out for a fun evening? Sarah and I looked at each other in stunned silence but neither objecting to Jane's proposal. The next minute she was gone leaving us to prepare that special job description.
By the time Jane returned we had drafted our golden rules. As the day had gone on our draft had got more and more extreme and more exciting, I had gone of to masturbate several times as Jane kept telling me she was saving herself for Paul.
We sat down with a glass of wine to share our thoughts with Jane. We had decided to take it in turns. Before we started Jane said do you mind if I add bits if I feel it would add to the experience. OK I replied hesitantly. With that I then started.
To set the scene, I said we have decided that Sarah should only have sex with her lovers. In extreme circumstances I can use my tongue or fingers but only at Sarah’s request. Sarah continued, although we are married, Keith accepts I will live a single’s life style going to clubs etc without giving any explanation of whom I am with and when I will return. However for safety I will keep you informed Jane but this information should not be shared with my husband. My turn: in line with what we have agreed, it is appropriate Sarah only goes on holiday with her lovers. Jane went on, I intend advertising on singles and interracial websites. I then added, Sarah has agreed to dress provocatively and go without panties. Jane added at this point to say, if Sarah does not wear panties then you should Keith – it helps reinforce your standing with Sarah and her studs. No problem I replied, how could she know I got a turn on wearing them when Sarah was out, I could now do this openly.
We looked at Jane and I said what do you think, She smiled, a good start but have you thought about children? No I replied but Sarah is on the pill and it should not be a problem. What do you think a real cuckold would ask his wife to do Keith?
I thought for a moment, I guess a true cuckold would ask his wife’s lover to impregnate her. Good said Jane we are getting ahead of ourselves with that idea but I am pleased you are thinking along the right lines. I am sure as time goes by you will introduce extra rules for the pleasure of Sarah and your humiliation. Now Paul will be here within the hour – scoot children and prepare yourselves for an evening of fun.
Sarah would not let me into the bedroom whilst she got ready, Paul turned up whist she was still dressing so Jane and I entertained him. He turned out to be a really nice guy and not fazed by our newfound relationship. I felt very much in awe of his 6 foot black muscular frame. Just then Sarah came into the room. She looked stunning in a pink boob tube with a matching white skirt. Her top did nothing to hide her erect nipples. Without looking at me she crossed the room, put her arms round his neck saying I have been looking forward to this moment darling. She then kissed him with a long lingering kiss running her tongue round his lips then plunging it into his mouth. After a few minutes they came up for air. Paul said now that’s what I call a friendly welcome. The evening went in a blur. Sarah sat next to Paul and they chatted as if they were on a date alone leaving Jane and I to talk to ourselves. I noticed Sarah was very much into touching Paul at every opportunity and with his hands often below the tablecloth I could guess what he was up to. After coffee and liqueurs we headed back home. Whilst Paul went to the bathroom Sarah said to me, would you mind if I slept with him tonight, only if I could watch first time I replied.
This was how I stood by the door watching my wife’s black stud thrusting his magnificent ebony cock into her petite but now well stretched cunt. Listening to her telling him how he was the best and she had never experienced such a good fucking. At that point I slipped out to make my bed on the sofa. I don’t know what the neighbours thought but the noise of their rutting at regular intervals during the night would have woken the dead.
Once we were in London living with my Aunt, Sarah put her mind to finding a new job. In reality her interviews were for pretty dull office positions but in my dream world my wife secures a new job with a company totally focused on the Cuckold and Interracial life style. Imagine her excitement at securing this position, which has nothing to do with the desk job or what the company makes…just the company culture and ethos.
