This story is a small penis humiliation cuckold fantasy, told from the perspective of the young, well endowed black lover who satisfies the desires of the sorry white husband's wife and daughter.
As a white husband and father with a small dick, who has been cuckolded and humiliated throughout my adult life I usually tell this story from the perspective of my lived experience.
Recently I was working with a Nigerian colleague who told me about his sexual affairs since coming to the UK on a student visa. He was astonished by how easy it was to have sex with white English women, how compliant they were, how willing to cheat on their husbands. He described how one woman had brought him back for sex while her daughter was downstairs watching television and had asked if he would like to have them both in the same bed. My friend said he still hadn't decided what to do.
He asked me why the white husbands allow their women to behave like this. I admitted that my wife had been with other men. He wasn't impressed and we ended the conversation.
I found myself thinking about what he had told me and my fantasies became this story.
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She was walking home from the shops with her daughter and I was going the same way so we got talking and when we got to her house we were still talking so she asked me in for a beer, or something. Just so we could relax while we finished our conversation.
She was a very attractive woman and by the time we got to her gravel drive I had already learned that she was married, wealthy, frustrated, horny and bored. Tall and well built with broad shoulders, big pale tits, long legs, wide thighs and a big bottom. Her thick auburn hair fell across her piercing eyes, full lips and a naughty, flirtatious smile.
I have to say her daughter was cute too: she had her mum's big brown eyes, cute little nose and freckles. Her pleated skirt was so short I already knew she was wearing pink cotton knickers. It showed off her pert little bottom. I guessed she was 19 or 20 but she acted childlike around her mum; petulant, sulky and silly. She had nice round perky tits which she showed off with a wonder bra and her blouse unbuttoned.
She took my hand and smiled up at me.
"Please Mister. My mother and I would love you to come. In our house."
I laughed at what I assumed was an innocent accidental double-entendre and looked at her mother who smiled and rolled her eyes:
"I am sorry. Please forgive my daughter. Emily, stop being such a little tease."
Emily pouted sulkily.
"I'm just being polite mummy. I was trying to help you make friends with the nice man. I know you want him to be a friend."
She looked up at me and lowered her voice.
"Anyway, I do think we should go inside before the neighbours see us and wonder what we're up to. They're all such gossips in our road. And we don't get many black men here."
I looked around at the large detached house next door, it's well-manicured lawns and hedges, gravel drive and double garage. I'm pretty sure I saw a curtain twitch behind the mock leaded double glazed kitchen window.
The mother glared at her daughter, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and stepped towards me:
"Please forgive her, she means no offence."
The two women looked nervously up at my face, waiting to see how I would respond.
I paused awhile, frowned, letting them worry, enjoying the looks of anxiety and desire in their eyes.
Then I laughed:
"No offence taken ma'am, she's just telling how it is. Now, why don't you let me come inside before someone sees you two beautiful ladies hanging round the street with a black man!"
They thanked me, took my hands and led me up the brick weaved path to their front porch.
While her mother got drinks from the kitchen Emily sat me on the sofa and fussed over me. She kept giving me glimpses of her firm white boobs and parting her legs so I could see her pink panties and the mound of her smooth pudenda. I found myself getting aroused.
The young girl noticed the bulge in my pants grow as my thick shaft swelled and pressed against the material, she stared at my crotch shamelessly then looked up and gave me a naughty smile.
"I'm sorry but we haven't even introduced ourselves. How rude of us. I am Emily Jane Charlotte Small. You can call me Emily or Em."
She held out her hand.
"I apologise if I appear a little awkward in the company of a gentleman. This is all so new to me. You see, I left my family when I was 16 to become a nun. I was never interested in men. Until recently. Now I'm very interested."
I bowed my head formally:
"Pleased to meet you Emily. My name is Samuel Olutunde Foluronsu. But you can call me Sam. I am very pleased to meet you and your mother."
Emily smiled and shook my hand.
"My mum is called Sophie Elizabeth Small. Small is her married name. Before she married my dad she was Sophie Elizabeth Tempest which I think suits her much better. You can call her Sophie because she really likes you."
Emily put an arm round my neck, pressed her small firm tits against me and put her mouth close to my ear so she could whisper:
"I can always tell when mummy really likes someone; and she totally likes you. Don't tell her I told you though."
Just then Sophie came in with a glass of wine, a beer and a lemonade.
She frowned when she saw her daughter with her arm around me, her leg across my lap and her blouse open.
"Emily. Stop it. Give our guest some space and do up those buttons. I'm sure our gentleman caller doesn't want to have to look at your underwear."
Emily stuck her tongue out at her mother.
"He's called Sam and I'm sure he doesn't mind."
She turned to me, leaning forward so that her pert tits and crisp white bra were even more on display.
"Do you mind Sam?"
I tried to look away but it took some time before I managed to will my eyes from feasting on the sight of Emily's soft white flesh.
My cock was rock hard now. I hoped it wasn't obvious.
Sophie leaned forward and touched my knee before I could speak.
"Don't answer that Sam. Emily's teasing you."
She addressed her daughter.
"Now take your lemonade up to your bedroom. You have plenty of work to be getting on with."
Emily stood up.
"Yes mother. You can have Sam all to yourself. And don't worry Sam. Dad doesn't get home till after 9pm so you've got ages. to do...whatever you want with mum. Byee."
And she flounced upstairs.
When Emily had gone Sophie sat next to me, brushed her hand over the bulge in my pants and smiled.
"I'm sorry about my naughty daughter. The truth is, she isn't very experienced with men. When she turned 16 she left our family home to become a nun. I thought I'd lost her but a couple of weeks ago she gave it up. It was the celibacy she couldn't cope with. Turns out she's sex mad. I don't know where she gets it from."
She leaned forward and pressed her bosom against me.
She had undone the buttons on her blouse revealing her big soft white tits and plunging cleavage.
We both laughed.