All characters in this narrative are consenting adults above the age of 21.
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There was a burning in my figurative loins and I had to give it some fuel to feed the fire. I turned to my stand-by activity of purveying the swinger sites. I have had, for the longest time, an undeniably magnetic attraction to white women. Being bi-racial, I give in to the highly touted reason of "the contrast." I love seeing my dark self being submitted into a pale white orifice. Be it adorned with lipstick, shaved, or bleached... if it's fair and peachy all around, I am very pleased. Further than that, I like them married.
Consider it another form of contrast: inside of the flesh, it's the difference between me and her man. I am drawn to cuckolding, to being a bull. I get off on the humiliation of a husband as much as I appreciate the soft white skin. This is what draws me to swingers, they are ready and know what they want (most of the time anyway). In my first and only cuckolding experience, I was more of a directed cock. She told me what to do and how to treat her husband. You could say I was only a caged bull rode by a cuck-rodeo-queen. After that I began to wonder what it would be like if I ran the show. So that evening, I decided to give it a shot.
Usually, the search is fruitless. I would make contact with a couple and they would do either one of two things: Say no thanks (or "not what we're looking for") or not respond at all. I blame this largely on how many single males flood these sites, but I can't think of another reason they would reject me especially when I am what they are looking for. But that evening, I didn't beat around the bush and plainly put it out there to a couple via instant message. Their profile revealed a want for single men interested in cuckold bull scenarios. I sent them a message:
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Tybiggs747: interested in cuckolding?
Curio4us: yes that is what we are looking for. Are you familiar?
Tybiggs747: Yes, I have had some experience. What is yours?
Curio4us: We have played, but not together.
Tybiggs747: I see, and what interests you in cuckolding?
Curio4us: Just a fetish I suppose. Hubby is on the small side and looking for bigger.
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Small cocked husband, perfect. Now I'm not a monster by any means in my definition, but next to the average guy, I have a good bit of heft in my pants. I chatted further with the lady of pair, Amy, who told me more about their swinging interests. They had never played in the same room together, clarifying that her husband knew of her activities outside the bedroom and encouraged it. I also learned that it was a mutual fetish. He enjoyed the idea of her getting pleasured by a bigger penis and, of course, she enjoyed the larger difference in contrast to her husband. We spent the next hour exchanging stories, interests, and desires. I wanted to set something up with them, but she requested she talk to her husband first, also suggesting I speak with him.
The next evening, I see they are online and I decide to reach out again. This time, I'm met with the husband, Mike. Amy told me that Mike was the submissive one out of the two. I could tell right away as we talked about cock size. Upon showing him my cam, he was in awe. I would imagine this was partly from seeing one so big and the pleasure it would bestow upon his wife. We talked further on stories, interests, and desires again, with me gaining an idea of the male half's perspective. I knew right away, that if things worked out here, this would be a fun couple.
A few days pass while Mike and I kept up a correspondence. We tossed around ideas of how to meet and what an ideal cuckold experience would look like. I took this opportunity to direct Mike early on, establishing my dominance. I tell him how his wife's pussy is already mine and he will have to ask me for even the littlest favors. Under my command, he would no longer be receiving blow-jobs unless I deemed it worthy. For good behavior and obedience, he would receive a hand-job. When the time came for me to have Amy, Mike would have to wear a small penis cage so as not to get too aroused. I could tell this was really exciting for Mike.
We finally decided on an evening to meet and I enjoyed the days leading up to it. For that whole week, I gave Mike small tasks to complete to serve me. Generally, in the morning, I told him to get a photo from his wife to see what she was wearing. Within a time frame, Mike produced a decent to nice photo of Amy which I would enjoy thoroughly during a break. Amy's smooth, slightly tanned white skin would appear on my phone and I would instantly get moderately aroused. She took one photo completely clothed, a striped black and blue light sweater and jeans. While it did not by any means come off as racy, the notion that it was for me and not for Mike, turned me on wildly. Mike enjoyed this as well. We also had an evening of camming, where I stroked my cock for Amy while she masturbated, we allowed Mike to watch from the corner.
After what seemed like an instant, the day of meeting was upon us. They let me know the location, a popular rooftop bar downtown, which I had not previously visited. The basic plan, as far as I knew, was to meet up for drinks and see where the evening takes us. I know that's a very generic plan, but I figured since I may be in control, I could tweak it. As I arrived at the location, Amy texted me and told me she would be the one in light blue. Once in the bar, I scanned the area and found Amy. She was seated alone at a corner hi-top table. As I approached her, I could clearly see how well she maintained herself. She had this beaming smile and eyes that slightly twinkled under her subtly styled shoulder length hair. The sky-blue dress was sleeveless with spaghetti straps, showcasing her demure neckline and shoulders. The rest of her body filled out the dress perfectly as it ended mid-thigh. Further down, I enjoyed her toned calves and the wedge heels. She was a runner, I could tell right away. I kept it fairly simple and just worse some slim dark trousers and neatly ironed dress shirt.
"Amy?" I asked with a slight hesitation normal in meeting a new person. She reached her hand out for me to shake. I looked at her small hand and engulfed it with my larger palm.
"Ty, it is definitely nice to finally meet you." Amy said as she looked me up and down, sizing me up. She gave a small, pleased smile. "Your photos definitely do not do you justice, wow!" She continued to give me some compliments which I quickly reciprocated. She has this smile that is alluring and I very much wanted it near my groin. The rooftop breeze blew her hair just right and I was increasingly growing more drawn to her. With great conversation leading to a connection, I placed my hand on her thigh, half on her dress and half on her leg.
Amy looked away as soon as I held her thigh and I turned to look as well. Approaching was a man in a blue oxford shirt and some jeans. "Ty, this is my husband," She said as I withdrew my hand, "Mike. Mike, this is Ty." I held my hand to him and he shook it, instead of making eye-contact, I could see him dart a glance at my crotch. Did I forget to zip up? No, as I sat down, I noticed there was a bulge that I hadn't detected from talking with Amy. No matter though, I think it is exactly what he wanted to see. He knew that I was already enticed by his hot wife. His handshake was limp and the submissive side showed.
"Nice to meet you Mike." I sized him up really quickly. He had just been at the bar getting a drink for Amy and himself. "I was just talking to Amy about our mutual hobby of running. Your wife keeps in great shape! I mean, look at these legs... perfection." I had moved my hand back up a little higher on her thigh. Mike looked under the table to pay his appreciation and I registered his hidden surprise upon seeing my hand on her. As he began to take his seat, I interrupted, "Hey Mike, while you're still standing, would you mind heading to the bar and grabbing me a whiskey? On the rocks. Thanks." I think he followed up with a "sure" but I could not hear it over the music. I looked at him walked away, already obeying my order.
I turned back to Amy. "Just how big is his dick?" I asked.
"Big? More like small. He's nearly five inches erect, and probably two inches soft." Amy explained. "We're pretty much restricted to just missionary. I have to wrap my legs around him just to make sure he stays in." I could see the disappointment on her face.
"Good thing you have strong legs." I said with a chuckle and she laughed as well. We both momentarily indulged in the comment as Mike returned with my drink. "Welcome back Mike." I raised my drink to them and they followed suit. "To... bigger and better things," I toasted as I shared a smile with Amy, "and a good evening." We chatted further, discussing interests and the latest developments on our city's sports teams. While Amy and I were in a good banter, Mike visibly appeared to be on the periphery for most of the conversation. Once I picked up on that, I figured it was time to move forward. Especially now that Amy had her hand on my knee.
"Listen, Amy... Mike, I have really been enjoying myself with you two this evening. I feel like we've really hit it off and we could have some really good times together. The question now is should we move on to those good times?" I said, causing them to look at one another. Mike's face was searching for something in Amy's and Amy's showed an intrigued excitement. She gave a subtle nod to Mike.