kooba
04-25-2009, 12:31 AM
The Cuckold Tale – 3rd Edit
A fantasy story by Kyng Kooba
Themes: Interracial, slutwife, cuckold
Before I start I have to say it’s good to know there are so many other people out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. The stories on this site are a constant inspiration to us all. My wife Sandra and I are from Sussex in England. We are twenty nine and thirty one respectively and own a converted farmhouse in a pleasant country setting. Our marriage has lasted a total of six, happy years thus far and we have a two year old daughter together called Zoey. Needless to say, I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a super figure she is a popular member of our little village community. We have a nice little social circle, her friends and mine, and my life is very much one of Golf in the day and dinner parties in the evening. There is nothing I enjoy more than having Sandra on my arm or of spending time with my family. With all this in mind I’m pleased to say that my lovely wife has joined the ‘slut wife’ ranks. Her ‘Bull’ Jamal, a true African native of Liberia I might add, has been bedding her for the last six months now. It’s been a long road I can tell you. I hope you will enjoy our tale.
Being a cuckold had interested me greatly. Our secret life had been building for some time but really gained momentum in December and January of last year. My fantasies were becoming more vivid yet up until meeting Jamal, Sandra had never been unfaithful to me and was quite simply a devoted wife and mother. I’d known from the start that I would have to work hard to persuade her to sleep with another man. Although we had talked about it in bed and enjoyed the resulting sexual thrills. However, I never dreamed we would find ourselves in the situation we now are. For my part this recent time has brought out all kind of emotions. Jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even at times: resentment. All in the knowledge that I had encouraged my once loyal wife to go out on dates with a man whom I know gives her a far better seeing too than I ever could.
Sandra was twenty nine in August and the envy of many of my friends. Standing a little over 5’7 she is a curvy, obviously stylish brunette with a slim waist, lovely hips and rounded thighs. Her features are distinct, classic and crisp with brown eyes, flawless white skin and dark hair that usually falls just below her slender shoulders. Sandra always enjoys being well manicured and presented with frequent visits to the salon in town and the local health spa were she catches up frequently with some of her friends. You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband who always enjoys having other men look at his wife. Be she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Sandra always catches the eye. Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had the body it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is always first on the list. Not that she was an extrovert or exhibitionist. More quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.
As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a short skirt and high heels or showing off her 32dd cleavage. Though in the beginning she was unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked. Especially if we were with friends and she would find my requests embarrassing or uncomfortable. Having her magnificent tits on display at the dinner table was more my cup-of-tea than hers. The wedding band on her finger was a serious tie for her. Sandra’s family were all proud and well-to-do. She had been brought up with good Christian beliefs and although not as strong willed as her parents she always insisted that we take Zoey to Church every Sunday. I provided well too I might add. The black cock is harder than ever for established white, cultured ladies and many was the time I was to sit, dreaming at work of men lusting over my wife’s body.
The first time I got her to dress as I would like was at a work associated Christmas party in the city. Having given a frank ‘No’ for years she at last agreed when she realised how much it meant to me. Besides most guests were clients and strangers and perhaps that had a relieving aura for her. Maybe she felt a certain thrill out of acting a different role. The extremely short outfit I had bought her months ago finally able to be worn at last. I’ll always remember that night. It was such a novel experience. Especially seeing my panty-less and bra-less wife self-conscious about showing off her gorgeous, waxed legs. Pulling nervously at the hem. Sandra didn’t enjoy it. The distasteful looks from other women and the three twenty-something men who tried to chat her up said it all. How they must have looked and taken her for a whore. She insisted we leave early but I had taken my fill by then.
My fantasy stretched further and I won’t lie to the fact that I dreamt even then, of watching another man fucking Sandra while I watched. I thought about it at work, at home and especially when the two of us where on holiday.
My perverted mind drawing pictures on paper pads and using the family photos I had of her on my desk to design all sorts of twisted scenarios in my head. I imagined it would make me jealous. A feeling I knew I would relish. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The risk of losing her too great, though I thought, somewhat painstakingly about bringing a well endowed stud into our bedroom for real. Determined that it should not be someone we both knew. Yes, I know what your thinking. I was playing a dangerous game but I really wanted to make her happy. Telling myself that it was all for her. I waited until our anniversary to ask her and as an added incentive I bought her the most wonderful gifts I could. She was thrilled. Across the dinner table the look of love on my wife’s face mirrored in my own. When I put it to her I saw those dark eyes drop. Her heart sink. For a moment I thought I had lost her. Then, wiping a tear from her eye she said she would. For me.
One night soon afterwards I was on the net. I’d read letters and stories. Now I knew my wife would go to bed with another man for me the notion was to find a suitable male as quickly as possible. Somehow I knew I’d have no problem finding a horny stud to take Sandra’s married pussy. I’d read of white couples advertising for other men, often black males and in light of this I happened to be on an interracial site. How fateful that would be. Cuckold type relationships were real and out there. I read the tales with awe and even chatted to other husbands whose wives were on ‘big black cock’. To be honest I’d never thought of black men seeing white women as an issue before then. Maybe because I hadn’t really thought about it. In the stories I’d read the men where always well hung and seemed to enjoy using white women in some sort of racial gratification. In no time was talking to a definite candidate.
His nametag was RealAfricanMan4U. The same said it all and he quickly announced himself as a true ‘Bull’ looking for white, married women or couples in the UK. Born in Liberia he had been living for the last two years in Britain. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanour appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Sandra was unmistakable and like me ‘Jamal’ saw a rare opportunity. He bragged early that he had been fucking a single, white woman in London for several months but was looking for more. When he asked me what my interest was I didn’t lie. I was looking for a black Bull to fuck my wife. It was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn’t realised it fully until then but he had. We chatted some more. Travelling for him wasn’t an issue, especially if he got to meet a woman who was ‘worth it’. He asked if my wife had been ‘blacked’ before and that I send him some photos.
Luckily I had some of our previous years holiday in Spain on the computer. Sandra had worn a orange bikini top that was slightly too small for her and the photos revealed her figure to a tee. I had kept the pictures for myself though this was the first time anyone other than ourselves had seen them. Excitedly I uploaded a few to my email included several from a recent civil engagement in town and clicked ‘send’. Jamal liked what he saw and immediately asked for more. Adding that Sandra was far more attractive than his own wife back home in Liberia. His final admission was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
‘Enjoyed pix very much. Would love to fuck your lady wife for you’. The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife of six years to a potential bull. The response was terrific. People from all over offered support.
Of course my mailbox had messages from other black, British men who, aware of new white pussy wanted more information with a view to meeting Sandra themselves. Several said that they already saw several couples and were looking for new sluts to fuck. I sent the bikini picture of my wife out several times. It felt good to be sharing her already and to know these studs would be getting hard over her. Of course I still hadn’t told Sandra of my progress or of the number of people who now wanted to know how far she would go on their first ‘meet’. After a fortnight I told her about Jamal. I’d heard from him several times by then were on each occasion his excitement at potentially fucking a ‘proper’ white English lady was obvious. Another photo he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew Sandra was certainly attracted too with dusky, hardened looks. In turn I sent him more pictures of Sandra. It turned me on. Somehow I was sharing my family with a stranger and it made me so very excited.
Jamal added that he had printed out the bikini picture I had sent and had it stood next to his computer. His comments always drove me on. That he had over nine inches of hard African cock and could satisfy my English wife in ways I never could. On another he said how lucky and undeserving I was to have such a great wife and mother and how much he would enjoy fucking her in front of me. It seemed he understood everything. To be honest I wondered what she would have thought of much of it and to make breaking the news easier I took her out for dinner. The idea I would see her with another man for the first time becoming a true reality. Still, she seemed unsure as I told her everything in detail. Even of his own wife, the four kids he hadn’t seen for two years and his current relationship with the woman in London. She looked as if she hadn’t expected me to find her a black man. A ‘Bull’ and when I said the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I getting us into.
Sandra looked stunning that night. Looking back I expect she dressed that way to please me. Though in the future I was confident it was her duty now to impress Jamal. I remember it well as we held hands across the table. By the end of the evening she had agreed as long as we kept it secret. By now there was no going back. I had read many couples arranged a social drink with a new Bull first. A period were the three people could get to know each other. Somehow that didn’t seem to be the best course of action here though having Sandra and Jamal sleep together on their first date was more than I dared hope. I called our new bull that very night and offered him the chance to meet; perhaps bed Sandra that weekend. Giving him the good news in the kitchen as my wife changed upstairs. His voice was full on the phone and accented. Hearing him excited me and almost speechless I asked if he could take her out beforehand. He agreed, promising to have her back ‘early’ and we arranged a time when he could pick her up.
I took the day off work. My mind was wondering anyway and I was in no doubt of the marital significance of what was about to happen. The moral issue was perhaps the most difficult for Sandra. She had never cheated and now here I was asking her too. Could she really have sex with a man she didn’t know? Deciding it best to leave Sandra to her own thoughts and preparations I declined the offer to accompany her and Zoey to the park first thing. Instead I paced around at home. Looking out of the windows, excited and in a near frenzy for interracial gratification. It was all I could concentrate on. My wandering took me frequently to the bedroom, where eventually Jamal would indeed be rutting my lovely wife with aplomb.
Saturday evening arrived and I was beside myself with anticipation. Everything had to go smoothly and I had a very vivid picture by then of introducing my wife and her new boyfriend for the first time. In the afternoon I picked up a brand new silky red cocktail dress that I had ordered and some clear high heels. The girl in the shop asked me if I was planning a surprise for my partner. If she only knew. The anticipation I felt was mixed with a sense of daring. I knew full well the risk I was taking. Not only sending my wife out with a total stranger but upping the chances that someone might see them together. Someone we knew. A friend or family member. The dress had caught my eye, suitably expensive and classy yet revealing as well. After putting Zoey to bed Sandra unpacked the box and held the thin dress against herself in the bedroom mirror. I could see her having second thoughts. They had lasted all week. She didn’t want another man and was worried for our family and our own long term relationship.
‘Adam?’ she said ‘do you really want me to do this?’ I remained silent and to her credit Sandra already knew. She turned back to the mirror and began to change.
The doorbell rang at 7.30 sharp, echoing through the hall. It was dark outside by then and straightening my tie I turned the key and slowly opened the thick oak doorframe. I was confronted by the man in the pictures, a tall, broad shouldered black man with high cheek bones, a square shin and a row of neat white teeth. He wore a dark blue jacket and trousers with polished black shoes. Having certainly made the effort Jamal put out a large hand which I shook then advanced into the hall. His smile remained constant as he looked around.
‘MMm …nice house’ he said, his accent surprisingly thick and his tone loud and confident. ‘Your lady upstairs?’
‘Just getting ready’ I smiled trying to conceal the erection I was already maintaining in my pants. Jamal had dark skin which showed traces of manual work outside in the unforgiving African sun. His hand, which had felt rough and hard soon to be between my wife’s legs. I knew this was an enormous commitment for her, asking her to swallow her pride for an evenings fun.
Leaving Jamal waiting I went up to find her sitting at the dresser, her back to me, wearing the dress and the shoes. The room was rich with expensive perfume and I was pleased to see she was wearing her favourite diamond earring and necklace set. The black bull downstairs would definitely enjoy fucking her wearing that.
‘He’s here’ I said and as I spoke she stood and took her black velvet coat from the wardrobe. Sandra’s body looked magnificent in the dress. As good as I had ever seen her it hung perfectly on her shoulders and revealed the lovely shape of her legs beneath. Her crisp face, ruby lips and dark, sparkling eyes had a different taint that night. She was too good for this and my erection began to grow. Sweat on my palms. The outfit looked perfect against her lush, white skin. Dressed for black cock.
‘I’m ready she smiled.
From behind I could not see the look on my wife’s face as she descended the stairs to greet her ‘date’ for the first time. However, Jamal’s lips spread into a huge grin as he followed the beautiful white woman downstairs with his eyes. There was a glint in his gaze and an obvious twitch in his pants. How alien the whole situation must have felt to my dear wife. Sandra put out her hand which he took. Full in the knowledge that she would likely be spending the night with this man later.
‘I’m Jamal’ he said touching his chest, his voice composed but pausing mid sentence to find his words. He liked her. Maybe he saw full well how the elegant western lady wasn’t yet the slut he had expected and that excited him.
‘Pleased to meet you Jamal. My name’s Sandra. I’m Adam’s wife’ she replied confident I had not expected. ‘Adam’s told me so much about you’. Sandra was playing her usual hostess role. I was so excited but I took a back step, enjoying the sight of them together. The bulls gaze ran down her figure, lingering on her chest.
‘Very…beautiful’ he added nodding happily with his pronunciation. ‘An English queen’.
‘Why thank you’. Sandra smiled politely but her evening only just about to begin.
The two of them chatted politely for several minutes.
‘Maybe the two of you should get going?’ I said at last. My voice dry. Jamal raised a hand and grinned running his tongue around his big lips. His manners of before over with. Right then I realised that he was here to do things his way. He stared down at her tits.
‘Such a beautiful body’ he continued, ‘before we go out I want you…go take off’. He motioned with his hands and I knew at once he meant her bra. Smiling I explained to my wife who trembled as she understood. She stood statuesque on the bull’s demand. His actions making my cock throb.
‘Alright Jamal’. Sandra turned and began up the stairs. She wasn’t used to being spoken too like that. Maybe she realised that this man was going to treat her far differently than any man had before. We both watched her go. My wife’s ass moving neatly in the hot, tight dress. Jamal stood hands in his jacket pockets. Throwing me a look that suggested he was impressed with her effort.
So far everything had been better than I’d dare hope.
‘I need money’. I had expected that and had some on hand. Jamal slipped the notes into his wallet and nodded.
‘Take her wherever she wants’ I said.
‘I fuck her later?’.
‘If you play your cards right’. Minutes later my wife returned and I could see a glazed, uncomfortable look in her face. Her breasts moving explicitly, rolling inside the silky, thin, gold dress. Her dark eyes averted both of us as she reached for her coat, handbag clasped tightly to her side. Shame in her face as we hungrily examined her.
‘Better’ grinned Jamal, nodding and fully enjoying my wife’s tits, the shape of her round, flat nipples pushing through the silk. I opened the door. The bull standing back like a gentleman and letting Sandra through first. It was a cold night. ‘I have her back real soon’ he said unable to contain how much he was looking forward to it. Hurrying to the window I watched as the two of them went up the path. Jamal opening his car door for her then walking around the other side to get in himself. As he drove off I felt an excitement I’d never had before.
All evening I paced around the house. Seemingly looking at the clock every five minutes.
My wife was with a black man.
My wife was on a date.
My wife was going to get blacked tonight.
How it dragged. I wanted to know what was happening. Where they where and what was said. I poured myself a drink to calm my nerves, made my daughter Zoey a super and checked on her. When she asked what was going on I almost told her. The desire to be truthful coupled with the hope that Jamal would soon be very much a part of our family life. It left me gasping. In essence of what we where doing.
What had I encouraged my special wife to do. When two hours had passed I knew they would be well into the date. Where had he taken her? Was she enjoying it? I expected she would have him take her quite a distance, were she wouldn’t be recognised. Another hour ticked by. I went to the Cuckold forum, adding a post that my wife was on her first date. Congratulations where among the replies as well as questions as to what Sandra was wearing. Where were they I asked myself? 11:30 already. I nearly spilt my drink when I finally heard the car swing into the drive and voices on the path. It was time and my heart pounded like no tomorrow. As quickly as I could I switched off the lights in the lounge and went through to the hall. Sandra and Jamal were on the other side of the glass, my wife struggling with the key. To my surprise I heard laughter and the door opened with a sudden cold gust. They both looked as if she had expected me to be there; waiting. Contrary to the polite yet stern way Sandra had left there was a smile upon her face. Her eyes slightly glazed after one too many glasses of white wine.
A calmer glint let me know right away that contrary to her feelings beforehand she had actually enjoyed her evening. Knowing how my wife likes to be treated I could only assume Jamal had been a total gentleman. That was about to change.
‘Hello Adam’ she said, slipping off the coat, noticeably more merry than drunk though undoubtedly relaxed by the alcohol in her body. Noticing my gaze Jamal slipped a heavy arm around her waist and moved her towards him.
‘How was your date?’ I asked. ‘Your new boyfriend take care of you?’ Sandra turned and looked up at Jamal. There was a confidence in his face too.
‘Oh yes’ my wife smiled, her arm around his strong waist. ‘He’s a real gent’. As I watched she tilted her head suggestively. Jamal lowered his and their lips met. I was amazed but the way they embraced suggested this was not their first kiss of the night. Sandra turned, even surprising the big alpha male as she slid her arms up around his neck. Then almost immediately there was a pause. A sudden realisation or moment of truth. She turned back to me, about to speak. Her dark, beautiful eyes giving up how much she wanted to stay faithful.
‘Come here’ he said, pulling her to him. His voice showed no wavering. He was sober and composed and I guessed he was very horny too. Particularly after tasting her lips. ‘Such fine white lady’. Jamal hissed the last words, his tongue sliding over his big, thick lips. Sandra looked up at the taller man in fond recognition but her face changed as he gently put his hand on her chest. She glanced down at the floor, this strong bull’s hand moving between her tits in eager enthusiasm. Lifting and feeling each. Made easier without her bra. His dark skin was offset perfect against hers. Fingers thick and worn. ‘Yeah!’ he gasped followed by several in his native tongue. I could see his impatience and the long stiffening bulge growing in his trousers. He was changing, becoming dominant. Sandra’s eyes were glazed and she gasped as her date suddenly slid his hand roughly down inside the front of the dress. ‘You like this!’ he said to me, face contorted as he thoroughly enjoying his role. Squeezing and groping left and right with extra vigour.
‘Yes’ I croaked dryly, unable to take my eyes away.
‘Adam’, Sandra swallowed and took a step back. Jamal moved with her.
‘You want her get fucked good too?’ I nodded, breathless.
The aggression in Jamal had caught me by surprise. Likely that he had kept it under wraps throughout the meal. Sandra’s coat and bag lay on the floor as I followed them both up the stairs. Her smooth white legs looking particularly firm on the tall heels as she led the way. Jamal felt her firm, round ass as she made her way ahead of him. His cock was noticeably straining through his trousers and there was no doubt he was big. The creaking of the floorboards underfoot wasn’t enough to wake Zoey as we passed her room, opened our bedroom door and went in. Our martial room is not unusual. A large double bed, polished wooden furniture including my wife’s dresser. Some framed pictures hanging on the walls and a French window. On my bedside table was a shot of Sandra and our daughter together with a wedding photo, looking beautiful in her long white dress. Sandra turned to face Jamal with her back to the bed. There was apprehension in her face as she struggled with the emotions of this night. She gave a deep breath and took a step back. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he roughly began unfastening his pants, a dirty cruel smile on his face. ‘Gonna fuck you now’ he announced, taking hold of her shoulders. ‘Proper African fuck’. As he did Sandra closed her eyes, hands clenched.
I watched with awe as he pulled the dress roughly down around her waist, tumbling to the floor at last and leaving her completely naked bar the jewellery and shoes. Jamal grinned and looked at my slut wife’s perfect breasts. Her round nipples swelling under his touch. ‘Watch this!’ he said turning her to face me and groping each of them in turn. ‘You like that?’ She stiffened, visibly shaken. ‘You like that?’ the bull repeated.
‘Oh yes’ I nodded, my cock as hard as ever.
‘You watch now’ he grinned. In a sudden urge Jamal pulled off his pants. Taking off his jacket, shirt and finally his underwear. Sandra watched dutifully. Her arms by her side as his big dick bounced free. He was certainly hung and she seemed moved as he enjoyed the effect he had. The shaft was particularly black and surprisingly long and straight with a circumcised, lighter coloured head. In perfect contrast were the huge balls which hung between his legs. He was a bull after all. Looking at me again Sandra could easily sense the hostility in Jamal. Perhaps it unnerved her. I’d never seen my wife so transfixed.
Naked. She let her breath out slowly as Jamal's eyes rolled all over her white figure. His cock a dark and strong erection. By Sandra’s reaction he could have anything he wanted. He laid her back on the bed. A stiffness in her legs as he opened them and exposed her sex. She looked up towards our bedroom ceiling as Jamal got down on one knee. I watched as he pushed his mouth against her pussy, fastened into my chair. He decided to eat her before he gave her his black cock. With a groan Sandra folded her arms across her chest, her new boyfriend in full flow, his head moving and his tongue licking deep. Several times my wife bucked trying to subdue her gasps of pleasure. This was unlike what I had dreamed of. It was better. I slipped back into my chair, eyes glued to the scene. The black bull was ready to use my own wife to satisfy himself. Leaning forward and planting his mouth over her breast. Sandra sighed as he sucked her nipple, rubbing the other roughly between his finger and thumb before groping heavily with his hand.
Abruptly he stood and quickly parted her legs back.
‘Gonna fuck you good’ he grinned his arms pressed in behind Sandra’s knees. Opening her up. His tip found her hole and with a strained push forced her open. Sandra grimaced on feeling his size, her tits rolling as he thrust forwards. She wasn’t used to such a big dick. The contrast of her pussy to his cock was terrific. I left my seat and stood behind them, eyes and heart willing that cock in. Knowing I wouldn’t be happy till I saw it balls deep inside my wife’s cunt. Jamal pushed her legs wider, further back over her head. They hung in the air either side of him, the shapely calves torte and stiff with the high heels fastened on tight. ‘Yeah!’ he sighed as he squeezed in, the ring of her willing pussy spreading and accepting him. Slowly with maybe half his cock he began to fuck, pushing again and again until he began to slide between her lips. The bull had his spot now.
Sandra’s mouth hung open as that big black dick set about owning her married pussy. The thick veins ran down the underside of his shaft as he struggled to get it up her. His desire to insert himself fully taking over. The bull paused to quickly feel her breasts again, wiping the spittle from her hard nipple. As he slowly, perfectly thrust in and out with almost three quarters of his length I willed in the last three inches. He was rougher with her than I ever was. I saw the tears well in her eyes and the strain in her face as he stretched her. Jamal was showing no mercy.
‘Oh…Oh.. ’ Sandra gasped out, her hands suddenly grasping the bed. The wedding ring catching my eye. A second followed. Something had to give. It certainly wouldn’t be Jamal. His big arms planted behind my wife legs, pinning them apart. ‘Slap..slap..slap…’ his balls met her on each stroke. A welcome sound indeed. Using her deep in front of me. Her breasts smacking and rolling together under the pounding. Sandra was about to break. Then quite suddenly she closed her eyes tight and her lips fell open. She came. Her legs stiffening as she croaked several times. Jamal slowed his strokes to a stiff stroke. Making her hair and body jerk. For several moments she spasmed, her legs rigid as her orgasm came through.
From the rear, Sandra’s pussy and Jamal’s cock were soaked in her juice. He continued fucking my wife in front on me, moving her into the middle of our bed and climbing on top. His face was keen but set with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure. Sandra was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth. Eyes tightly closed as Jamal stretched and used her. He pulled out, laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wife’s pussy with satisfaction. I watched him twitching above my wife body. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Able to do whatever he wanted. With a fist around his girth our black bull squeezed against her body, Sandra wincing as she felt his sliding in. Up and up. Pushing her open and filling her. ‘Oh yeah’ Jamal grinned as he repositioned his big arms behind my wife’s knees. Her legs well spread, hanging in the air. Torte and stiff as he began to pound into her cunt once more.
Breathing heavily he turned to look at me. ‘Your wife’s a good fuck’ he said then turned his attention to Sandra who was being driven hard into the bed. With her teeth grit tight my wife’s hand clasped the bed sheet. Her groans where real yet dreamlike, body thrusting sideways as he laid in. A long sobbing cry as she came again. How long had I looked forward to this. The wet slap of heavy balls meeting my lovely Sandra again and again. Ready to pump that potent African seed up between her legs. He was firmly inside and enjoying it.
‘You like that big black cock?’ I asked, surprising myself as I had never spoken to Sandra that way before.
‘Uhhnn!’ her eyes where still closed tight. Her cheeks lightly tearstained. Jamal took over for me.
‘Yeah…tell hubby’ he gasped driving away. ‘Tell him you like black cock’.
‘Uhh…I..I..’.
‘Tell him what you like!’.
‘Black..cock..’ Sandra gasped as his balls continuing to slap furiously between her helpless legs.
‘Give it to her’ I felt myself say.
The sweat collecting on his forehead I watched his balls meet her several last times. Her pussy sounded so wet. Accepting the inevitable now. Then in haste the Bull slid himself out, his dark meat slippery and wet with my wife’s own cunt juice. Lurching forward the bull positioned himself quickly over her, the first spunk, creamy and white leapt from his end. Splattering onto her tits and squirting as high as her neck. It caught me by surprise and I saw my wife sigh with relief. My eyes wide on the liquid mess covering her white breasts. As last her eyes opened. Her chest rising and falling. I hoped her pussy would still be throbbing. In fact I knew it would be. Jamal uttered several words in his native language, admiring his work and jacking his cock. He went to the bathroom. Dick swinging before him as Sandra pushed herself to her elbows.
The smell of sweat, sex and cum was filling our bedroom. A wet patch between her legs on the sheet. The sperm, thick and wet, sliding and rolling over her skin. Glistening in the bedroom light. Still, her hair seemed perfect and much as she had left earlier, the lipstick pristine. When the door opened and Jamal returned she collapsed onto her back. His dick was already hardening again. With surprising strength he turned my wife onto her knees. Putting her ass up in he air and making a simple target of her molten pussy. Sandra held her hands together on the bedside as pushed in almost effortlessly. Squeezing the last inches home and drawing a pained reaction from her. I walked around to the front of the bed. Kneeling by my wife’s face and pushing back her hair. Eyes closed she began groaning. Jamal put one foot on he bed. He had fucked Sandra hard but wanted to really pound her for the encore. Holding her tightly by he thighs he truly gave it to her. Her hands clamped on the bedside as she groaned called and cried out.
‘Yeah…yeah fuckin…’ Jamal's impatience was building. His dick ramming feverishly up into her belly. He had to hold her up to stop her falling to the soaked bed. From behind his balls met her body with an almighty ‘thwack’. The power of him intoxicating. Pushing helplessly out with her legs one of Sandra’s shoes went tumbling to the floor. She spasmed again and reached orgasm, a croak erupting from her lips. Hair and body shaking and jerking forwards over the bed. His teeth bared. When he came Sandra collapsed forward and he on top, grunting and gasping and he pumped his sperm up into my wife’s willing cunt.
‘Damn…damn…oh yeah!’ he gasped as she gasped in relief and pleasure. Sighing heavily he slowly tugged his cock out, satisfied he had left behind a thick and copious load. His dark length was soaked, his hard-on shrinking as this bull stood hands-on-hips. Sandra rolled tiredly onto her back and pushed back her hair.
‘Oh Adam’ She just looked up at the ceiling. He slid over the bed, a hand crawling over my wife’s leg.
‘Your first black cock huh?’ Jamal smiled.
‘Yes’. Sandra’s voice was cool and crisp as her new boyfriend brushing his fingers against her cunt. It was time for me to leave. To give my wife and her boyfriend the rest of the night to get aquatinted. Closing the bedroom door behind me I slipped into the spare room. All my senses were alive with the thrill of the evening. Toying with my wedding ring I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of sex shortly resumed from the next room.
In the morning Jamal left. He was happy with his night work. A fact left on Sandra as she returned to bed until dinner. Before he left, full of enthusiasm, he said he would be ‘back soon’ to see her again. Our African bull clearly hadn’t taken his fill of my white English rose. It was a compelling notion that now, as we had begun our new life there was indeed, no going back. My wife was quiet in her thoughts for much of the day. She took Zoey swimming, went into town for herself and answered several of her new boyfriends eager text messages. Part of me remained exhausted by the events of the previous night yet somehow hungry for more. That night, my wife admitted the sex had caught her completely by surprise. Not that it had occurred but that she had found it so stimulating and passionate. In the back of her mind was a guilt that she had done something inadvertently shallow and wrong. Yet there was a need to be with and see Jamal again. I was so very pleased.
My post on the Cuckold Forum brought familiar calls of congratulations. A new white woman had succumbed to the black male and this was to be most applauded. Sandra found it so very risky that we had invited this stranger to our home but that risk was partly to blame for her wet knickers beforehand. That night she sat at my computer and wrote a long email to Jamal saying how much she had enjoyed their time together and how a regular relationship with him might work. Our bull was confident in himself and this would no doubt stir his ego no end. We were embarking on a bold, new era and this was just the beginning.
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Any comments, suggestions, edits, additions, continuations welcome :)
A fantasy story by Kyng Kooba
Themes: Interracial, slutwife, cuckold
Before I start I have to say it’s good to know there are so many other people out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. The stories on this site are a constant inspiration to us all. My wife Sandra and I are from Sussex in England. We are twenty nine and thirty one respectively and own a converted farmhouse in a pleasant country setting. Our marriage has lasted a total of six, happy years thus far and we have a two year old daughter together called Zoey. Needless to say, I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a super figure she is a popular member of our little village community. We have a nice little social circle, her friends and mine, and my life is very much one of Golf in the day and dinner parties in the evening. There is nothing I enjoy more than having Sandra on my arm or of spending time with my family. With all this in mind I’m pleased to say that my lovely wife has joined the ‘slut wife’ ranks. Her ‘Bull’ Jamal, a true African native of Liberia I might add, has been bedding her for the last six months now. It’s been a long road I can tell you. I hope you will enjoy our tale.
Being a cuckold had interested me greatly. Our secret life had been building for some time but really gained momentum in December and January of last year. My fantasies were becoming more vivid yet up until meeting Jamal, Sandra had never been unfaithful to me and was quite simply a devoted wife and mother. I’d known from the start that I would have to work hard to persuade her to sleep with another man. Although we had talked about it in bed and enjoyed the resulting sexual thrills. However, I never dreamed we would find ourselves in the situation we now are. For my part this recent time has brought out all kind of emotions. Jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even at times: resentment. All in the knowledge that I had encouraged my once loyal wife to go out on dates with a man whom I know gives her a far better seeing too than I ever could.
Sandra was twenty nine in August and the envy of many of my friends. Standing a little over 5’7 she is a curvy, obviously stylish brunette with a slim waist, lovely hips and rounded thighs. Her features are distinct, classic and crisp with brown eyes, flawless white skin and dark hair that usually falls just below her slender shoulders. Sandra always enjoys being well manicured and presented with frequent visits to the salon in town and the local health spa were she catches up frequently with some of her friends. You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband who always enjoys having other men look at his wife. Be she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Sandra always catches the eye. Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had the body it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is always first on the list. Not that she was an extrovert or exhibitionist. More quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.
As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Sandra in a short skirt and high heels or showing off her 32dd cleavage. Though in the beginning she was unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked. Especially if we were with friends and she would find my requests embarrassing or uncomfortable. Having her magnificent tits on display at the dinner table was more my cup-of-tea than hers. The wedding band on her finger was a serious tie for her. Sandra’s family were all proud and well-to-do. She had been brought up with good Christian beliefs and although not as strong willed as her parents she always insisted that we take Zoey to Church every Sunday. I provided well too I might add. The black cock is harder than ever for established white, cultured ladies and many was the time I was to sit, dreaming at work of men lusting over my wife’s body.
The first time I got her to dress as I would like was at a work associated Christmas party in the city. Having given a frank ‘No’ for years she at last agreed when she realised how much it meant to me. Besides most guests were clients and strangers and perhaps that had a relieving aura for her. Maybe she felt a certain thrill out of acting a different role. The extremely short outfit I had bought her months ago finally able to be worn at last. I’ll always remember that night. It was such a novel experience. Especially seeing my panty-less and bra-less wife self-conscious about showing off her gorgeous, waxed legs. Pulling nervously at the hem. Sandra didn’t enjoy it. The distasteful looks from other women and the three twenty-something men who tried to chat her up said it all. How they must have looked and taken her for a whore. She insisted we leave early but I had taken my fill by then.
My fantasy stretched further and I won’t lie to the fact that I dreamt even then, of watching another man fucking Sandra while I watched. I thought about it at work, at home and especially when the two of us where on holiday.
My perverted mind drawing pictures on paper pads and using the family photos I had of her on my desk to design all sorts of twisted scenarios in my head. I imagined it would make me jealous. A feeling I knew I would relish. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The risk of losing her too great, though I thought, somewhat painstakingly about bringing a well endowed stud into our bedroom for real. Determined that it should not be someone we both knew. Yes, I know what your thinking. I was playing a dangerous game but I really wanted to make her happy. Telling myself that it was all for her. I waited until our anniversary to ask her and as an added incentive I bought her the most wonderful gifts I could. She was thrilled. Across the dinner table the look of love on my wife’s face mirrored in my own. When I put it to her I saw those dark eyes drop. Her heart sink. For a moment I thought I had lost her. Then, wiping a tear from her eye she said she would. For me.
One night soon afterwards I was on the net. I’d read letters and stories. Now I knew my wife would go to bed with another man for me the notion was to find a suitable male as quickly as possible. Somehow I knew I’d have no problem finding a horny stud to take Sandra’s married pussy. I’d read of white couples advertising for other men, often black males and in light of this I happened to be on an interracial site. How fateful that would be. Cuckold type relationships were real and out there. I read the tales with awe and even chatted to other husbands whose wives were on ‘big black cock’. To be honest I’d never thought of black men seeing white women as an issue before then. Maybe because I hadn’t really thought about it. In the stories I’d read the men where always well hung and seemed to enjoy using white women in some sort of racial gratification. In no time was talking to a definite candidate.
His nametag was RealAfricanMan4U. The same said it all and he quickly announced himself as a true ‘Bull’ looking for white, married women or couples in the UK. Born in Liberia he had been living for the last two years in Britain. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanour appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Sandra was unmistakable and like me ‘Jamal’ saw a rare opportunity. He bragged early that he had been fucking a single, white woman in London for several months but was looking for more. When he asked me what my interest was I didn’t lie. I was looking for a black Bull to fuck my wife. It was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn’t realised it fully until then but he had. We chatted some more. Travelling for him wasn’t an issue, especially if he got to meet a woman who was ‘worth it’. He asked if my wife had been ‘blacked’ before and that I send him some photos.
Luckily I had some of our previous years holiday in Spain on the computer. Sandra had worn a orange bikini top that was slightly too small for her and the photos revealed her figure to a tee. I had kept the pictures for myself though this was the first time anyone other than ourselves had seen them. Excitedly I uploaded a few to my email included several from a recent civil engagement in town and clicked ‘send’. Jamal liked what he saw and immediately asked for more. Adding that Sandra was far more attractive than his own wife back home in Liberia. His final admission was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
‘Enjoyed pix very much. Would love to fuck your lady wife for you’. The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife of six years to a potential bull. The response was terrific. People from all over offered support.
Of course my mailbox had messages from other black, British men who, aware of new white pussy wanted more information with a view to meeting Sandra themselves. Several said that they already saw several couples and were looking for new sluts to fuck. I sent the bikini picture of my wife out several times. It felt good to be sharing her already and to know these studs would be getting hard over her. Of course I still hadn’t told Sandra of my progress or of the number of people who now wanted to know how far she would go on their first ‘meet’. After a fortnight I told her about Jamal. I’d heard from him several times by then were on each occasion his excitement at potentially fucking a ‘proper’ white English lady was obvious. Another photo he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew Sandra was certainly attracted too with dusky, hardened looks. In turn I sent him more pictures of Sandra. It turned me on. Somehow I was sharing my family with a stranger and it made me so very excited.
Jamal added that he had printed out the bikini picture I had sent and had it stood next to his computer. His comments always drove me on. That he had over nine inches of hard African cock and could satisfy my English wife in ways I never could. On another he said how lucky and undeserving I was to have such a great wife and mother and how much he would enjoy fucking her in front of me. It seemed he understood everything. To be honest I wondered what she would have thought of much of it and to make breaking the news easier I took her out for dinner. The idea I would see her with another man for the first time becoming a true reality. Still, she seemed unsure as I told her everything in detail. Even of his own wife, the four kids he hadn’t seen for two years and his current relationship with the woman in London. She looked as if she hadn’t expected me to find her a black man. A ‘Bull’ and when I said the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I getting us into.
Sandra looked stunning that night. Looking back I expect she dressed that way to please me. Though in the future I was confident it was her duty now to impress Jamal. I remember it well as we held hands across the table. By the end of the evening she had agreed as long as we kept it secret. By now there was no going back. I had read many couples arranged a social drink with a new Bull first. A period were the three people could get to know each other. Somehow that didn’t seem to be the best course of action here though having Sandra and Jamal sleep together on their first date was more than I dared hope. I called our new bull that very night and offered him the chance to meet; perhaps bed Sandra that weekend. Giving him the good news in the kitchen as my wife changed upstairs. His voice was full on the phone and accented. Hearing him excited me and almost speechless I asked if he could take her out beforehand. He agreed, promising to have her back ‘early’ and we arranged a time when he could pick her up.
I took the day off work. My mind was wondering anyway and I was in no doubt of the marital significance of what was about to happen. The moral issue was perhaps the most difficult for Sandra. She had never cheated and now here I was asking her too. Could she really have sex with a man she didn’t know? Deciding it best to leave Sandra to her own thoughts and preparations I declined the offer to accompany her and Zoey to the park first thing. Instead I paced around at home. Looking out of the windows, excited and in a near frenzy for interracial gratification. It was all I could concentrate on. My wandering took me frequently to the bedroom, where eventually Jamal would indeed be rutting my lovely wife with aplomb.
Saturday evening arrived and I was beside myself with anticipation. Everything had to go smoothly and I had a very vivid picture by then of introducing my wife and her new boyfriend for the first time. In the afternoon I picked up a brand new silky red cocktail dress that I had ordered and some clear high heels. The girl in the shop asked me if I was planning a surprise for my partner. If she only knew. The anticipation I felt was mixed with a sense of daring. I knew full well the risk I was taking. Not only sending my wife out with a total stranger but upping the chances that someone might see them together. Someone we knew. A friend or family member. The dress had caught my eye, suitably expensive and classy yet revealing as well. After putting Zoey to bed Sandra unpacked the box and held the thin dress against herself in the bedroom mirror. I could see her having second thoughts. They had lasted all week. She didn’t want another man and was worried for our family and our own long term relationship.
‘Adam?’ she said ‘do you really want me to do this?’ I remained silent and to her credit Sandra already knew. She turned back to the mirror and began to change.
The doorbell rang at 7.30 sharp, echoing through the hall. It was dark outside by then and straightening my tie I turned the key and slowly opened the thick oak doorframe. I was confronted by the man in the pictures, a tall, broad shouldered black man with high cheek bones, a square shin and a row of neat white teeth. He wore a dark blue jacket and trousers with polished black shoes. Having certainly made the effort Jamal put out a large hand which I shook then advanced into the hall. His smile remained constant as he looked around.
‘MMm …nice house’ he said, his accent surprisingly thick and his tone loud and confident. ‘Your lady upstairs?’
‘Just getting ready’ I smiled trying to conceal the erection I was already maintaining in my pants. Jamal had dark skin which showed traces of manual work outside in the unforgiving African sun. His hand, which had felt rough and hard soon to be between my wife’s legs. I knew this was an enormous commitment for her, asking her to swallow her pride for an evenings fun.
Leaving Jamal waiting I went up to find her sitting at the dresser, her back to me, wearing the dress and the shoes. The room was rich with expensive perfume and I was pleased to see she was wearing her favourite diamond earring and necklace set. The black bull downstairs would definitely enjoy fucking her wearing that.
‘He’s here’ I said and as I spoke she stood and took her black velvet coat from the wardrobe. Sandra’s body looked magnificent in the dress. As good as I had ever seen her it hung perfectly on her shoulders and revealed the lovely shape of her legs beneath. Her crisp face, ruby lips and dark, sparkling eyes had a different taint that night. She was too good for this and my erection began to grow. Sweat on my palms. The outfit looked perfect against her lush, white skin. Dressed for black cock.
‘I’m ready she smiled.
From behind I could not see the look on my wife’s face as she descended the stairs to greet her ‘date’ for the first time. However, Jamal’s lips spread into a huge grin as he followed the beautiful white woman downstairs with his eyes. There was a glint in his gaze and an obvious twitch in his pants. How alien the whole situation must have felt to my dear wife. Sandra put out her hand which he took. Full in the knowledge that she would likely be spending the night with this man later.
‘I’m Jamal’ he said touching his chest, his voice composed but pausing mid sentence to find his words. He liked her. Maybe he saw full well how the elegant western lady wasn’t yet the slut he had expected and that excited him.
‘Pleased to meet you Jamal. My name’s Sandra. I’m Adam’s wife’ she replied confident I had not expected. ‘Adam’s told me so much about you’. Sandra was playing her usual hostess role. I was so excited but I took a back step, enjoying the sight of them together. The bulls gaze ran down her figure, lingering on her chest.
‘Very…beautiful’ he added nodding happily with his pronunciation. ‘An English queen’.
‘Why thank you’. Sandra smiled politely but her evening only just about to begin.
The two of them chatted politely for several minutes.
‘Maybe the two of you should get going?’ I said at last. My voice dry. Jamal raised a hand and grinned running his tongue around his big lips. His manners of before over with. Right then I realised that he was here to do things his way. He stared down at her tits.
‘Such a beautiful body’ he continued, ‘before we go out I want you…go take off’. He motioned with his hands and I knew at once he meant her bra. Smiling I explained to my wife who trembled as she understood. She stood statuesque on the bull’s demand. His actions making my cock throb.
‘Alright Jamal’. Sandra turned and began up the stairs. She wasn’t used to being spoken too like that. Maybe she realised that this man was going to treat her far differently than any man had before. We both watched her go. My wife’s ass moving neatly in the hot, tight dress. Jamal stood hands in his jacket pockets. Throwing me a look that suggested he was impressed with her effort.
So far everything had been better than I’d dare hope.
‘I need money’. I had expected that and had some on hand. Jamal slipped the notes into his wallet and nodded.
‘Take her wherever she wants’ I said.
‘I fuck her later?’.
‘If you play your cards right’. Minutes later my wife returned and I could see a glazed, uncomfortable look in her face. Her breasts moving explicitly, rolling inside the silky, thin, gold dress. Her dark eyes averted both of us as she reached for her coat, handbag clasped tightly to her side. Shame in her face as we hungrily examined her.
‘Better’ grinned Jamal, nodding and fully enjoying my wife’s tits, the shape of her round, flat nipples pushing through the silk. I opened the door. The bull standing back like a gentleman and letting Sandra through first. It was a cold night. ‘I have her back real soon’ he said unable to contain how much he was looking forward to it. Hurrying to the window I watched as the two of them went up the path. Jamal opening his car door for her then walking around the other side to get in himself. As he drove off I felt an excitement I’d never had before.
All evening I paced around the house. Seemingly looking at the clock every five minutes.
My wife was with a black man.
My wife was on a date.
My wife was going to get blacked tonight.
How it dragged. I wanted to know what was happening. Where they where and what was said. I poured myself a drink to calm my nerves, made my daughter Zoey a super and checked on her. When she asked what was going on I almost told her. The desire to be truthful coupled with the hope that Jamal would soon be very much a part of our family life. It left me gasping. In essence of what we where doing.
What had I encouraged my special wife to do. When two hours had passed I knew they would be well into the date. Where had he taken her? Was she enjoying it? I expected she would have him take her quite a distance, were she wouldn’t be recognised. Another hour ticked by. I went to the Cuckold forum, adding a post that my wife was on her first date. Congratulations where among the replies as well as questions as to what Sandra was wearing. Where were they I asked myself? 11:30 already. I nearly spilt my drink when I finally heard the car swing into the drive and voices on the path. It was time and my heart pounded like no tomorrow. As quickly as I could I switched off the lights in the lounge and went through to the hall. Sandra and Jamal were on the other side of the glass, my wife struggling with the key. To my surprise I heard laughter and the door opened with a sudden cold gust. They both looked as if she had expected me to be there; waiting. Contrary to the polite yet stern way Sandra had left there was a smile upon her face. Her eyes slightly glazed after one too many glasses of white wine.
A calmer glint let me know right away that contrary to her feelings beforehand she had actually enjoyed her evening. Knowing how my wife likes to be treated I could only assume Jamal had been a total gentleman. That was about to change.
‘Hello Adam’ she said, slipping off the coat, noticeably more merry than drunk though undoubtedly relaxed by the alcohol in her body. Noticing my gaze Jamal slipped a heavy arm around her waist and moved her towards him.
‘How was your date?’ I asked. ‘Your new boyfriend take care of you?’ Sandra turned and looked up at Jamal. There was a confidence in his face too.
‘Oh yes’ my wife smiled, her arm around his strong waist. ‘He’s a real gent’. As I watched she tilted her head suggestively. Jamal lowered his and their lips met. I was amazed but the way they embraced suggested this was not their first kiss of the night. Sandra turned, even surprising the big alpha male as she slid her arms up around his neck. Then almost immediately there was a pause. A sudden realisation or moment of truth. She turned back to me, about to speak. Her dark, beautiful eyes giving up how much she wanted to stay faithful.
‘Come here’ he said, pulling her to him. His voice showed no wavering. He was sober and composed and I guessed he was very horny too. Particularly after tasting her lips. ‘Such fine white lady’. Jamal hissed the last words, his tongue sliding over his big, thick lips. Sandra looked up at the taller man in fond recognition but her face changed as he gently put his hand on her chest. She glanced down at the floor, this strong bull’s hand moving between her tits in eager enthusiasm. Lifting and feeling each. Made easier without her bra. His dark skin was offset perfect against hers. Fingers thick and worn. ‘Yeah!’ he gasped followed by several in his native tongue. I could see his impatience and the long stiffening bulge growing in his trousers. He was changing, becoming dominant. Sandra’s eyes were glazed and she gasped as her date suddenly slid his hand roughly down inside the front of the dress. ‘You like this!’ he said to me, face contorted as he thoroughly enjoying his role. Squeezing and groping left and right with extra vigour.
‘Yes’ I croaked dryly, unable to take my eyes away.
‘Adam’, Sandra swallowed and took a step back. Jamal moved with her.
‘You want her get fucked good too?’ I nodded, breathless.
The aggression in Jamal had caught me by surprise. Likely that he had kept it under wraps throughout the meal. Sandra’s coat and bag lay on the floor as I followed them both up the stairs. Her smooth white legs looking particularly firm on the tall heels as she led the way. Jamal felt her firm, round ass as she made her way ahead of him. His cock was noticeably straining through his trousers and there was no doubt he was big. The creaking of the floorboards underfoot wasn’t enough to wake Zoey as we passed her room, opened our bedroom door and went in. Our martial room is not unusual. A large double bed, polished wooden furniture including my wife’s dresser. Some framed pictures hanging on the walls and a French window. On my bedside table was a shot of Sandra and our daughter together with a wedding photo, looking beautiful in her long white dress. Sandra turned to face Jamal with her back to the bed. There was apprehension in her face as she struggled with the emotions of this night. She gave a deep breath and took a step back. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he roughly began unfastening his pants, a dirty cruel smile on his face. ‘Gonna fuck you now’ he announced, taking hold of her shoulders. ‘Proper African fuck’. As he did Sandra closed her eyes, hands clenched.
I watched with awe as he pulled the dress roughly down around her waist, tumbling to the floor at last and leaving her completely naked bar the jewellery and shoes. Jamal grinned and looked at my slut wife’s perfect breasts. Her round nipples swelling under his touch. ‘Watch this!’ he said turning her to face me and groping each of them in turn. ‘You like that?’ She stiffened, visibly shaken. ‘You like that?’ the bull repeated.
‘Oh yes’ I nodded, my cock as hard as ever.
‘You watch now’ he grinned. In a sudden urge Jamal pulled off his pants. Taking off his jacket, shirt and finally his underwear. Sandra watched dutifully. Her arms by her side as his big dick bounced free. He was certainly hung and she seemed moved as he enjoyed the effect he had. The shaft was particularly black and surprisingly long and straight with a circumcised, lighter coloured head. In perfect contrast were the huge balls which hung between his legs. He was a bull after all. Looking at me again Sandra could easily sense the hostility in Jamal. Perhaps it unnerved her. I’d never seen my wife so transfixed.
Naked. She let her breath out slowly as Jamal's eyes rolled all over her white figure. His cock a dark and strong erection. By Sandra’s reaction he could have anything he wanted. He laid her back on the bed. A stiffness in her legs as he opened them and exposed her sex. She looked up towards our bedroom ceiling as Jamal got down on one knee. I watched as he pushed his mouth against her pussy, fastened into my chair. He decided to eat her before he gave her his black cock. With a groan Sandra folded her arms across her chest, her new boyfriend in full flow, his head moving and his tongue licking deep. Several times my wife bucked trying to subdue her gasps of pleasure. This was unlike what I had dreamed of. It was better. I slipped back into my chair, eyes glued to the scene. The black bull was ready to use my own wife to satisfy himself. Leaning forward and planting his mouth over her breast. Sandra sighed as he sucked her nipple, rubbing the other roughly between his finger and thumb before groping heavily with his hand.
Abruptly he stood and quickly parted her legs back.
‘Gonna fuck you good’ he grinned his arms pressed in behind Sandra’s knees. Opening her up. His tip found her hole and with a strained push forced her open. Sandra grimaced on feeling his size, her tits rolling as he thrust forwards. She wasn’t used to such a big dick. The contrast of her pussy to his cock was terrific. I left my seat and stood behind them, eyes and heart willing that cock in. Knowing I wouldn’t be happy till I saw it balls deep inside my wife’s cunt. Jamal pushed her legs wider, further back over her head. They hung in the air either side of him, the shapely calves torte and stiff with the high heels fastened on tight. ‘Yeah!’ he sighed as he squeezed in, the ring of her willing pussy spreading and accepting him. Slowly with maybe half his cock he began to fuck, pushing again and again until he began to slide between her lips. The bull had his spot now.
Sandra’s mouth hung open as that big black dick set about owning her married pussy. The thick veins ran down the underside of his shaft as he struggled to get it up her. His desire to insert himself fully taking over. The bull paused to quickly feel her breasts again, wiping the spittle from her hard nipple. As he slowly, perfectly thrust in and out with almost three quarters of his length I willed in the last three inches. He was rougher with her than I ever was. I saw the tears well in her eyes and the strain in her face as he stretched her. Jamal was showing no mercy.
‘Oh…Oh.. ’ Sandra gasped out, her hands suddenly grasping the bed. The wedding ring catching my eye. A second followed. Something had to give. It certainly wouldn’t be Jamal. His big arms planted behind my wife legs, pinning them apart. ‘Slap..slap..slap…’ his balls met her on each stroke. A welcome sound indeed. Using her deep in front of me. Her breasts smacking and rolling together under the pounding. Sandra was about to break. Then quite suddenly she closed her eyes tight and her lips fell open. She came. Her legs stiffening as she croaked several times. Jamal slowed his strokes to a stiff stroke. Making her hair and body jerk. For several moments she spasmed, her legs rigid as her orgasm came through.
From the rear, Sandra’s pussy and Jamal’s cock were soaked in her juice. He continued fucking my wife in front on me, moving her into the middle of our bed and climbing on top. His face was keen but set with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure. Sandra was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth. Eyes tightly closed as Jamal stretched and used her. He pulled out, laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wife’s pussy with satisfaction. I watched him twitching above my wife body. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Able to do whatever he wanted. With a fist around his girth our black bull squeezed against her body, Sandra wincing as she felt his sliding in. Up and up. Pushing her open and filling her. ‘Oh yeah’ Jamal grinned as he repositioned his big arms behind my wife’s knees. Her legs well spread, hanging in the air. Torte and stiff as he began to pound into her cunt once more.
Breathing heavily he turned to look at me. ‘Your wife’s a good fuck’ he said then turned his attention to Sandra who was being driven hard into the bed. With her teeth grit tight my wife’s hand clasped the bed sheet. Her groans where real yet dreamlike, body thrusting sideways as he laid in. A long sobbing cry as she came again. How long had I looked forward to this. The wet slap of heavy balls meeting my lovely Sandra again and again. Ready to pump that potent African seed up between her legs. He was firmly inside and enjoying it.
‘You like that big black cock?’ I asked, surprising myself as I had never spoken to Sandra that way before.
‘Uhhnn!’ her eyes where still closed tight. Her cheeks lightly tearstained. Jamal took over for me.
‘Yeah…tell hubby’ he gasped driving away. ‘Tell him you like black cock’.
‘Uhh…I..I..’.
‘Tell him what you like!’.
‘Black..cock..’ Sandra gasped as his balls continuing to slap furiously between her helpless legs.
‘Give it to her’ I felt myself say.
The sweat collecting on his forehead I watched his balls meet her several last times. Her pussy sounded so wet. Accepting the inevitable now. Then in haste the Bull slid himself out, his dark meat slippery and wet with my wife’s own cunt juice. Lurching forward the bull positioned himself quickly over her, the first spunk, creamy and white leapt from his end. Splattering onto her tits and squirting as high as her neck. It caught me by surprise and I saw my wife sigh with relief. My eyes wide on the liquid mess covering her white breasts. As last her eyes opened. Her chest rising and falling. I hoped her pussy would still be throbbing. In fact I knew it would be. Jamal uttered several words in his native language, admiring his work and jacking his cock. He went to the bathroom. Dick swinging before him as Sandra pushed herself to her elbows.
The smell of sweat, sex and cum was filling our bedroom. A wet patch between her legs on the sheet. The sperm, thick and wet, sliding and rolling over her skin. Glistening in the bedroom light. Still, her hair seemed perfect and much as she had left earlier, the lipstick pristine. When the door opened and Jamal returned she collapsed onto her back. His dick was already hardening again. With surprising strength he turned my wife onto her knees. Putting her ass up in he air and making a simple target of her molten pussy. Sandra held her hands together on the bedside as pushed in almost effortlessly. Squeezing the last inches home and drawing a pained reaction from her. I walked around to the front of the bed. Kneeling by my wife’s face and pushing back her hair. Eyes closed she began groaning. Jamal put one foot on he bed. He had fucked Sandra hard but wanted to really pound her for the encore. Holding her tightly by he thighs he truly gave it to her. Her hands clamped on the bedside as she groaned called and cried out.
‘Yeah…yeah fuckin…’ Jamal's impatience was building. His dick ramming feverishly up into her belly. He had to hold her up to stop her falling to the soaked bed. From behind his balls met her body with an almighty ‘thwack’. The power of him intoxicating. Pushing helplessly out with her legs one of Sandra’s shoes went tumbling to the floor. She spasmed again and reached orgasm, a croak erupting from her lips. Hair and body shaking and jerking forwards over the bed. His teeth bared. When he came Sandra collapsed forward and he on top, grunting and gasping and he pumped his sperm up into my wife’s willing cunt.
‘Damn…damn…oh yeah!’ he gasped as she gasped in relief and pleasure. Sighing heavily he slowly tugged his cock out, satisfied he had left behind a thick and copious load. His dark length was soaked, his hard-on shrinking as this bull stood hands-on-hips. Sandra rolled tiredly onto her back and pushed back her hair.
‘Oh Adam’ She just looked up at the ceiling. He slid over the bed, a hand crawling over my wife’s leg.
‘Your first black cock huh?’ Jamal smiled.
‘Yes’. Sandra’s voice was cool and crisp as her new boyfriend brushing his fingers against her cunt. It was time for me to leave. To give my wife and her boyfriend the rest of the night to get aquatinted. Closing the bedroom door behind me I slipped into the spare room. All my senses were alive with the thrill of the evening. Toying with my wedding ring I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of sex shortly resumed from the next room.
In the morning Jamal left. He was happy with his night work. A fact left on Sandra as she returned to bed until dinner. Before he left, full of enthusiasm, he said he would be ‘back soon’ to see her again. Our African bull clearly hadn’t taken his fill of my white English rose. It was a compelling notion that now, as we had begun our new life there was indeed, no going back. My wife was quiet in her thoughts for much of the day. She took Zoey swimming, went into town for herself and answered several of her new boyfriends eager text messages. Part of me remained exhausted by the events of the previous night yet somehow hungry for more. That night, my wife admitted the sex had caught her completely by surprise. Not that it had occurred but that she had found it so stimulating and passionate. In the back of her mind was a guilt that she had done something inadvertently shallow and wrong. Yet there was a need to be with and see Jamal again. I was so very pleased.
My post on the Cuckold Forum brought familiar calls of congratulations. A new white woman had succumbed to the black male and this was to be most applauded. Sandra found it so very risky that we had invited this stranger to our home but that risk was partly to blame for her wet knickers beforehand. That night she sat at my computer and wrote a long email to Jamal saying how much she had enjoyed their time together and how a regular relationship with him might work. Our bull was confident in himself and this would no doubt stir his ego no end. We were embarking on a bold, new era and this was just the beginning.
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