DISCLOSURE: This is a hardcore interracial cuckolding story--with gay elements. Only read it if you like this kind of thing. Otherwise, skip it. Thank you!
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I originally wrote this all down both for my fiancé and at his request.
You see, John is a huge pervert who goaded me into cuckolding him. No, he didn't specify that I cuckold him with a BBC nor--as far as I know--was it his idea that I become completely, thoroughly black-only and black-owned. But the seed of the whole adventure was John's repeated insistence that I should step out on him while he was traveling.
I took that initial "seed," planted it, tended to it, and allowed it to bloom. Yes, that was me. But with my fiancé's blessing and buy-in along the way. Yes, he approved the whole damn thing. Such a fucking cucky pervert, eh? :-) Or was he? You'll have to be patient to find out! Ha!
Cucky's only condition was that I video record it for him and, for what I couldn't video record--which was most of it, and of course all my titillating inner thoughts--I would write it down for him to read.
Later, Cucky in turn thought that my written creation--which follows--was so erotic, that I should share it with all of you on Literotica. He's been nagging me to publish for a few years, and I finally relented.
So, here it is. Here's my story.
The "voice"--if you will--will soon be the original voice I used, directed at my cucky fiancé, John. But first, some preliminaries.
My name is Stephanie. I'm a good-looking 33-year-old woman in my sexual prime. I happen to have a knockout never-had-a-baby-yet body. I'm the total package. 5'10" tall, 36DD-24-36, with a cute face, bright blue eyes, long red curls, a pert ass, and sexy extra-long legs. I'm a head-turner. I'm also bright, well-educated, cheerful, good-natured, and horny. Altogether, I've been told these qualities make me "a catch."
These events started a few years ago, when I was thirty.
My cucky fiancé, John, is a catch as well. 5'11", good-looking, a great personality, earnest, and a strong earner. At 42-years-old, he's not a crazy amount older. His worst drawback? I bet you can guess it... His dick is barely five inches long at its longest, at its hardest, and it's not thick either. Maybe his dick is "normal white guy thickness"--not exactly a needle dick. But not impressive at all.
Well, John had to go to Europe for business for two months, and I couldn't go with him without losing my job. Also, John would be in business meetings all day anyway, and it wouldn't be all that fun for me. I'd be touring on my own.
I still remember how surprised I was when he sat me down for a chat a couple of nights before he left. "Stephanie," he said. "I know that you're in your prime and that you really love sex. In six months, we're going to be married and settling down. Why don't you take these couple of months while I'm gone and, instead of being lonely, go ahead and enjoy yourself."
Flabbergasted, and also a little hurt that John didn't feel at all possessive, I responded, "What?!? Excuse me?!? Did I hear you correctly?!? Did you just give me *license* to get L. A. I. D. while you're away??" I looked at him quizzically before adding, "Are you for real?!!"
Underneath the surface, I noticed John's idea titillated me, excited me. I felt myself get a little moist. I didn't admit it to him at the time, though.
A lengthy argument ensued. I accused my fiancé of just wanting cover so he could cheat on me while traveling. He accused me of being parochial and not understanding that he had no desire to cheat but that he simply had an active fantasy life of me stepping out on my own and wanted me to be happy while he was away.
We didn't really resolve the disagreement so much as got tired of fighting after some time and agreeing to move on. I never let on until much later how the idea of cheating on him did really turn me on--it turned me on *a lot*.
** From here on out, I'm talking to John. I wrote this all down for him right after it happened. The rest of you get to read it because of his encouragement. You can email him at hopelesscuck[redacted]@[redacted] to thank him, if you like. **
Fast forward a week, and you were in Europe, and I was home alone--and lonely. And, to be real about it, I was horny, too. Sure, I enjoyed my vibrator and dildo, but they weren't as gratifying as being with a man.
"Well," I thought to myself, "John never did take back giving me permission... What if I just went on a few dates and got laid a few times? No harm need come from that!"
I sat down at my computer, and I was just about to reactivate my online dating profile. It would have only taken a few minutes. But then I had a thought... "Wait a second," I said to myself. "Someone I know could easily see it, and the gossip might be a problem. I'm not sure I want to risk this going around... Hmmm..."
After a few minutes, a solution came to me! I could create a profile where no one I knew was likely to look... What if I set up a profile on an interracial site? I mean, I had always been attracted to black guys. I had enjoyed dating a couple of black guys briefly back in college... And they had been special.
I loved their athleticism and, at least for the two guys I had dated, I had also really enjoyed their big black cocks--a secret I had kept from you... until writing this all down!
I might have dated more black men, but I just didn't think it was practical to marry outside my race. I thought it would be too stressful, and so I decided to focus on finding a white husband... which happily led me to you, Boo!
I did sometimes miss BBC, though! Even if I had only gotten black-fucked a few times... I really loved it. Sorry, Dear!
And besides, I knew that you fantasized about me getting fucked by a really big cock. You hadn't specified that it should be Black... but you had not said that it shouldn't be, either!
You might be thrilled to hear about me getting black fucked, I theorized. Yes, I bet you would! That's *if* I decided to gratify you by telling you about it!
Yes, setting up a profile on an interracial dating site instead of Tinder made a ton of sense. It only took me a few minutes to choose one and set up my profile, and I was off to the races. (Pardon the pun! "races"--get it! Ha!)
Wow, there were a lot of hot black guys on this site! And most were looking for a girl like me: cute, curvy, tall, lean, horny--super white... and hungry for some big black cock.
I knew that the assertive lover I wanted would need to initiate. So I set up my profile and waited. I used some sexy shots you had taken of me, obscured my face, and explained that I was looking for "no strings" because I was engaged to be married.
I decided to give it a full 48 hours to see who contacted me before I checked my dating-related email account.
When I next logged on, I was quite pleased with myself! Seventeen guys had already reached out. "Nice!!" I thought. "There's sure to be at least one guy good for a fling among seventeen who had the nerve to contact me. Let the vetting begin!"
Of the seventeen, eight seemed attractive enough: tall, built, and bragging of at least an eight-inch dick.
You only have your thin five inches, of course, and I was determined to get much more deeply fucked than usual if I was going to be bothered with a fling. I really missed being deeply fucked--I'll have you know--and I was quite enthusiastic, now that things were in motion, to get deeply fucked once again. It had been *ten* years! Ten years too many!
Among those big-cocked and attractive guys, however, I couldn't help myself: I was helplessly drawn to the three with the biggest dicks--the three with ten to eleven inches... if they were telling the truth.
All three guys were savvy "marketers," so to speak. They knew that girls might be worried about truthfulness. Each had a picture of his hard cock next to a ruler and also with a couple of objects personally meaningful to himself--for example, a keychain from a favorite sports team or a can of a favorite beer--things that made it harder for the photo to be a fake.
I found myself getting very turned on just looking at the photos of their BBCs online. My nipples hardened. I was breathing heavily. My pussy juiced.
