Please note that this is a hard core cuckold story and a black man fucking a white married woman story. If you read any further I will know and so will everyone else that you like this sort of story. You have been told.
I would really like to thank WhiteWave48 for the help with proofing and correcting this story. She is a very sweet person and a great assistance.
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I'm a black guy -- pretty much as black as you can get -- and late one night when I was hunting round the internet, dipping in and out of the chat rooms looking for women, I met up with Mark. Or rather he hooked up onto me. Maybe it was my ID that attracted him -- after all, a guy whose ID says loud and clear that he 'wants white women' just has to be black. And Mark was looking to chat with a black man. I answered his polite, 'Hi... do you have a minute or two to talk with a man?"
Because I thought maybe he was just curious and wanted some questions answered 'straight from the horse's mouth', so to speak.
Anyhow, we got to chatting about things and he told me his real reason to chat and his fantasy. He told me he would like to see his wife get fucked by a black guy. Not only that, his wife wanted to be fucked by a black guy and she wanted her husband to be right there watching her do it. As I read his messages, 'listening' to him tell me how good it was for both of them in the bedroom but how both of them wanted something more exciting. I could tell that the idea of his wife having sex with a black man was dominating his thoughts to such an extent that he had lost all sense of reality. I remember thinking at the time, 'Be very careful what you wish for man!'
After a time checking out if the guy was for real, I wanted to test his reactions. I asked Mark if I could be the black man who could do her that first time? He said he was interested and sent me two photos of her. Well at least I could be pretty sure that one of them was actually her photo. She was standing there in her bra and panties smiling at him, as he must have taken the photo. Both her face and her body were in the photo and she looked very nice. I'm not so sure about the other one since all I could see was her back, hair and ass with a thong on as she sat on her legs, facing forward and bending over her knees. The photo was taken from the back. She was a nice looking white woman and built well. She was, I'm sure, tight and white and I knew even if Mark didn't that any black man would love to sink his cock into her pink wet pussy as her husband watched.
It so happened that I lived too far away for them to meet with me on a regular basis and that's what they wanted in the long run -- a regular arrangement if they both enjoyed the first time. He told me they would like to do it maybe once or twice a month if things worked out. We kept in touch over the weeks while Mark kept up his search for a black guy who lived close enough and was willing to play with his wife.
So this didn't end up being my story at all. It was related to me when I asked Mark what happened when his wife really did meet a black man who fucked her while he watched. Mark knew I wanted to write about his experiences and everything that was happening to them. He agreed and told me he would keep me up to date with all the developments. That was until it actually happened and I asked for a few photos of her being fucked by the black man. I had the structure of the story all worked out when he stopped writing me.
However, this story was actually to be about their feelings before, during and after the act was done. But like I said, something happened with Mark along the way and he got mad at me for asking him for a photo of his wife being fucked by her first black cock. Imagine that? He was upset with me asking to see her being fucked, yet he was excited by the idea if her being fucked by a black man. I had warned him about interracial sex and the dangers of it. He felt it was hot. So maybe now as time has gone by he understands what can happen. It was dangerous ground they were treading, and I think Mark chickened out before we'd reached the end for my story.
Maybe what I told him could happen to his innocent wife actually did happen. Maybe he is now an ultimate cuckold and his wife and her lover are now fully involved. Maybe it's even more insane than that, who knows? And so that is why I'm writing this first part of the story from what he told me before he backed out. At this point I'm not sure how the story actually ends, maybe when Mark reads this story if he reads it he'll write me and tell me. If he does I'll surely tell you.
Mark this is for you and your lovely wife, Amy. Enjoy it, and don't say I didn't warn you man!
Chapter 1:
Mark thrust his cock into his wife's tight little white sweet pussy tunnel as hard as he could and held it there while her lovely shaped legs were around his back squeezing him and holding him tight to her body. Her full breasts pushed tight against his chest. She moaned as she felt him begin to pump his cum into her. The sex had been really good that night and Mark had eaten her pussy, giving her two short, strong orgasms before she pulled him out from between her wet open thighs and told him she needed his cock in her right now.
"Oh come on Mark! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me now! I need you in me now baby," she almost moaned -- yelled -- demanded.
He'd moved up her lovely body and into the missionary position so he could see her face and watch as she climaxed -- if he could make her climax this time on his cock. He knew Amy loved to be fucked from behind but tonight he wanted to watch her. Amy had cried out as she felt Mark's cock harden even more as they pushed and pumped against each other, their bodies slamming together with each thrust. Then, as her interest was building to a peak once more, she felt him becoming even harder and started to pump his cum into her.
Mark finished and fell on top of her with his cock shrinking quickly. Finally it slipped out and he rolled over on his side and looked at her.
She looked beautiful, looking back at him with her long brown hair and green-blue color eyes sparkling from the sex. They kissed and held each other. She hadn't had an orgasm from his cock and she'd only sampled the beginnings, really, when he'd licked and sucked her pussy. She held him tight and whispered she loved him so very much. She was a good wife and understood he wasn't always great in bed. But he was a good husband.