We have been married quite a long time and I guess we lost the sparkle, our sex life became a tad boring. I seemed it was more with Debra my wife as she is younger than me by twelve years, in fact I was in my mid fifties at the time so there is an age gap. It didn't matter before, it was age catching up with me. I had been ill as well and had a spell in hospital with prostate problems. I had lost some of my drive let's say so that was the key to how it started. It was obvious that Debra or Debs as we all know her was getting frustrated. She was very good about it, trying not to hurt my feelings I think. I didn't quite know what to do about it without upsetting things between us.

Then we were out one night and bumped into a couple of her friends, they joined us at our table. I will say I am not one for dancing, anyway the girls were soon dancing together have a good time and it had to happen some blokes saw them and they had to get in on the act as blokes do, thinking the women are fair game. I wouldn't like to say. Debs was dancing with a guy, she danced with him a few times over the night. She asked if I minded. I said no go ahead enjoy yourself. When we got home she thanked me for being so nice about her having a dance with that stranger and asked again if I minded her doing it. I had to admit I didn't. I didn't say but I found it a bit of a turn on in a strange way. So that was the start of what was going happen later, we didn't know it at the time.

It was about that time I was getting erection problems. I had been warned it may happen but I should get over it in time. With that there was more strain on our sexual relationship. We were out a week or two later this time by ourselves. I said to Debs find someone to dance with. Well it doesn't happen when guys can see you are a couple and she pointed this out, so I just got up and went to the bar. She came over wanting to know what hell I was doing. I told her go and sit down and someone will ask you to dance. She wasn't comfortable with the idea but she did sit down.

It wasn't that long someone came up to her. She must have told him to piss off. A short time later she was approached again, this time she seemed to talk then look my way. I smiled and nodded. Next thing they were on the dance floor. My plan was to go back to the table but instead I stayed at the bar. They danced a couple of numbers, at first Debs kept looking my way. I just smiled back. By the second dance she seemed to be enjoying herself too much to worry about me.

They came back to the table. I could see Debs was surprised to see me still at the bar but they sat down. He went and got a drink, he came to the bar beside me so Debs didn't get a chance to come speak to me. She mouthed to me what are you doing.

I left them talking to each other, getting the odd glance from my wife. The guy was giving her the chat I am sure. He got her laughing. They then had another dance the first one was a fast one then a slow one. He was getting to grips with my missus and I must say she wasn't exactly fighting him off, she seemed to be lapping it up.

The pub we were in is sharp on time. It was getting late. They shouted last orders. He got Debs and himself a last drink then they had the last dance. Before that ended I went outside to wait for my wife. The crowd came out. I then saw them, she was looking I think for me. I was stood back and she missed me. The bloke almost pulled her to one side. I lost them for a moment then the crowd moved. They were kissing, well more like a snog.

When they stopped she looked around again but didn't see me then they had another snog. Also I think he may have been having a feel of her tits. The crowd had thinned out so I walked up to them and said HI. I am going your way, would you like a lift? Debs looked stunned and embarrassed. I added we live in the same road. She stammered yes please and said to her man I have to go and we walked off . Debs asked what I was playing at, she was a little cross with me. I said you had a good time didn't you. She said yes I did. I replied if he thought you were my wife it wouldn't have happened.

At home we discussed things, my point was she enjoyed herself and she was safe. I was there. In the end she agreed with me there, there was no harm done. She admitted she was really flattered by him, he was really nice and the fact he was younger than her and he fancied her all added to her enjoyment. We talked about things a lot after that. My point was I sometimes don't feel too well and really I don't want to go out dancing and things like that sometimes so why should it stop her having a little fun sometimes.

So it became the pattern for going out over the next month or so. You could say I was taking my wife out to get picked up in a way. She always said that's all it was, just a bit of fun. She had no intention of anything else happening. A strange thing happened to me, I started really liking it, in fact sometimes I felt quite aroused watching her. It also was the only times I managed sex when we got home. I also found Debs was always very turned on each time.

We started going further afield to enjoy our new fun as Debs was worried about bumping into someone we knew. Now looking back it was obvious it wouldn't stay on that level for ever. Where things changed was a small club we found, we been there a number of times and always had a result and a lot of fun. Debs was comfortable with going in alone and I would follow. I think she was starting to get known a bit in there. Another thing was I was leaving it longer before I interrupted or she made her excuses at the end of the evening. She was letting some blokes have a grope.

The big change came when she spent about three nights with the same bloke, it was up to her who she let chat her up. This guy was younger and as she put it well fit. I asked if she fancied him. It seemed she did but said the only reason was he was charming as well as being very good looking, so it must have been the fourth time this night. They danced mostly slow dances and she wasn't worried about me at all she hardly looked my way.

I could see she was rubbing herself against him a lot. They sat in a corner a bit out the way and had a couple of snogging sessions in the club and I not sure if he didn't have a hand up her skirt one time.

It was getting close to going home time. I needed the loo and went. When I came back they had gone. It took me quite a few minutes to look round before I went outside. Once out I couldn't go back in but they were nowhere to be seen. I walked up the road then back. I went the wrong way past the club and there was a doorway set well back. As I got near it I heard a man's voice saying OH YES YES. As I got opposite there was my wife frantically wanking a very large looking cock. The guy leaned back, eyes closed, as his hips jerked and a spurt of spunk shot out. He gasped. She kept going, he kept cumming. He then saw me and told me to fuck off you perv. I walked round the next corner and waited. Not long there was click of heels, it was her.

On the way home she apologised, telling me how sorry she was. It was a one off, it would never happen again. She loved me. I don't know how I felt, hurt or jealous but I was aroused. Once indoors I pushed her on the sofa, almost ripped her knickers off and fucked her like I not done in years. I have never known her so turned on. She was amazed at how hard I was. I think we both knew which way our little game was going to go after that.

As I told you our little game had moved up a notch. I can see now it would progress in that direction eventually. I had started something and there be no way of stopping it if it went any further. All that is easy to say with hindsight but it was quite different at the time. On the way home that night Debs was consumed with guilt, I think ashamed of what she had done. You could say okay she gave a hand job, no big deal really but to her it was I would say that was the only other cock she had touched apart from mine at the time.

The thing that really changed it was me with my medical problem. I can and do struggle with my erections and my poor wife has put up with that for almost a year of frustration over that.

That night by the time we got home I was like a raging bull. It had been months or longer since I had got so aroused I had to fuck her and I did in our living room on the sofa. I don't think she could have stopped me if she wanted to. There was no foreplay at all and I have to say I've never known her so wet when I went into her that night. Also she climaxed very quickly not just once but twice. It's quite rare. She usually has to stimulate herself with her fingers at the same time to make it happen.

Once we had sex it was like a calm came over us, my anger had gone and her guilt had disappeared and when we did get to bed we cuddled up telling each other how much we loved each other. It was next day Debs wanted to talk about it. She started off saying she was really sorry it had happened, she got carried away in the heat of the moment. She was very worried about me, was I hurt or upset. I told the truth - no I was turned on so much I couldn't believe it. I was shocked when I got to that doorway and saw her with his dick in her hand wanking him. I said Christ he had a big one. She smiled and said you did get a good look, you stopped and stared. I said yes he told me to F-off as well. She added you did just stand there looking.

I told Debs what really worried me was the fact I lost her and couldn't find her outside. She said yes I can understand that but I was fine. I have got to know Brian, he is not a complete stranger now. I said no you have wanked him off, that is really getting to know someone very well. We both laughed.

The conversation we were having was a changing factor. I wouldn't say Debs has never been a prude, I would say more conservative with sex and talking about it, but now she was talking quite openly about it. The other change I had not noticed then was she would flirt with men, something she had never done. The other thing I had noticed was the way she had started to dress when we went out to play our game, the skirt or dress was a little shorter, the top a little more revealing. It was summertime, we were going out and I commented she had tights on. It was hot that evening. She smiled and lifted her dress, she had stockings on. I did approve as I love stockings.

So little things changed. Getting back to this. Brian, she explained, she had seen him three times before that night as I knew and she said she really liked him, he made her laugh a lot, he was naughty and suggestive but not in a crude way and what a dancer. I said be honest you do really fancy him. At first she was coy about it, in the end she said yes. This led on to how did it happen last night, my wife began to be a little defensive then I pushed her a bit. She said if you are sure you want to know, she said well I guess it started on the dance floor. He rubbed himself against me and got an erection. It felt really sexy. Also as you said, large. Well back at the table you saw we had a kiss, he is a good kisser, really good. He had before tried to get a hand up my skirt and I have always stopped him but this time I didn't, it felt right. He played with me outside my knickers. We had another sexy dance, he had a real stiff on this time. I didn't know what to do, I was as horny as hell. I didn't know how much you had seen or what you may do.

We got back and sat down, we had another song which you must of seen his hand up my skirt this time, he got in my knickers. I had no control over it. I climaxed on his fingers, he really knows what he is doing. He took me through it, it was wonderful and as you know it was late. You had gone so we went outside. You weren't there, I expected to see you. Brian got me in that doorway, we were snogging and he got his cock out. The first I knew was he putting my hand on it. Oh my god, it felt huge, warm and stiff. My fingers just about went round it. I was rubbing it as we kissed. He whispered bend over and I will fuck you. I just couldn't there, not outside. The truth is I did want him to, sorry but you asked for the truth. Things had got a bit out of hand, he wanted me to wank him off. We were there some time before you came along. I was wanking him with both hands at first, there was still some sticking out past my hand. When you came along he was near cumming. I was doing it quite fast. You stopped as I got him off. Did you see him shoot? It went all over that door, there was gallons of it. I did see him cum, you are right there was loads of it.

The next big question is where do we go from here. Over the next few days we talked a lot. It was obvious to me my wife wanted shagging. She needed to get laid. So after a lot of soul searching I put it straight to her. I said you want Brian to screw you, don't you. I was surprised she didn't hesitate and said yes, she then started crying and asking about me what it may do to us and so on. We talked all about that. I convinced her I was fine with that as long as it was only sex and no involvement apart from that. By the weekend a sort of agreement was come to, it was going to be Brian's lucky day but how and when were stumbling blocks. The plan I came up with was we go to the club, only this time I would drive and not have a drink. Debs would meet Brian and somehow ask him to come home with her. If he agreed she would give me the nod. I'd go and get the car so I am outside when they come out. She was unsure but was going to try it.

So the night came, we did as we said. An hour later I saw her looking at me and gave me a very plain nod. My guts felt tight as I went and got in the car. I pulled up as they came out. Debs opened the car door, Brian looked stunned to see me. Anyway they got in. I leaned back holding out my hand and said hello Brian, I am Harry, Debs husband. The poor guy seemed in shock .On the way he must have thought about things. He said you are always in the club when Debs is there. I said yes. And you are the guy from last week in the doorway. I said yes. He then said so what is it, what are you after, I'm not gay. I said well I hope not, Debs wants to take it further and that can't happen outside, can it. We thought it be more private at home. He seem to settle down then.

Once we got home that was a bit of tension and awkwardness for a few moments. I got us all a drink. We all talked, he asked if we did this much. I told him no, it's the very first time ever. It's weird, we all knew exactly what he was there for but no-one said it. He was now getting relaxed about the situation and so more importantly was my wife.

Now we had not talked about my role in this or involvement if any so I said okay I'll give you two some time together and got up and went into the kitchen. I left it half an hour then went up the hall to the lounge door which was still half open. What a sight was in front of me. Both were on the sofa, Brian's trousers round his knees, my wife sucking on a very sizeable cock, her blouse open, both tits out of her bra. Her skirt was up to her waist, legs open as he tried to finger her. Her panties lay on the floor. I walked in, they didn't notice me at first. When they did Brian jumped a bit. I said you are fine, don't worry about me, in fact you'd be a lot more comfortable upstairs. It was Debs that said are you really sure about that with a big smile. I replied with a yes I am.

So off they went upstairs. I gave them a few minutes and went up. By the time I got to our bedroom they were both naked, my wife was sitting on our bed sucking Brian's manhood. I think he was getting a tad over excited. He stopped her then he moved her up the bed and got between her legs. When he parted them I got a glimpse of how wet she was. He then went down on her and her expression said she was in heaven. A minute or two later her head was going from side to side, she gripped the sheet, her body lifted as she gasped. She held there, her body shook she gasped a few times then dropped down. That was some climax she had.

He then got himself between her legs. It was now me holding my breath as I watched his dick. It looked scary, it was longer than mine by a good bit and more that twice the girth I would say. There were quite a few large veins bulging, quite dark ones. He pulled the foreskin right back, it had a mushroom shaped head which looked quite dark, almost purple. He got himself lined up. My mouth felt dry, the reality hit me. It had gone too far for me to stop it now. The first push didn't go in, it slipped up. The next time he held it down and found its mark and Christ did my wife know it. She only took the bell end and she cried out. She had never been used to anything like that.

I watched as he pushed, more disappeared, at first slowly and gently. Debs was struggling to accommodate it. He had about half inside her now, about my limit. I guess he was now going places I had never been. The lower half of his cock was wider if anything. This time it was more a thrust. Debs was biting her lip already. With that thrust her mouth came open, I heard her say OH MY GOD, please please you are too big. It was too late. She received another thrust, she almost screamed. He was now close to being balls deep inside her. Two more jerks which she cried out with each one. He was up to the makers name. My wife was impaled on his meat, god knows where it all went inside her. He lay on top of her for a while without moving, all I could hear was her little moans and gasps. As he drew back I heard her groan, I guess about half came out. I was surprised at how stretched her pussy lips looked. They got pulled back with it. He paused a second then drove himself back in her to a huge gasp from her. This time his thrust forced her thighs as far apart as they would go and he lifted himself up on his arms and arched his back into her body. He made sure she took his full length that time.

I could never imagine I would ever witness this. He started to fuck her. At first she just lay there under him taking it, crying out a lot as he bottomed out. She was muttering things I couldn't understand and gasping a lot. I was a little surprised by how fast she seemed to be getting used to the extra size. She soon had her knees up and was holding them, then with a little help from him she had her legs over her head holding her ankles giving him full access to her body. I heard her start to cum, she panted and gasped crying out YES YES. He didn't miss a beat. She was beside herself. He kept going then her feet came down on the bed. She tried to buck with him, she was screaming MY GOD over and over again. She arched up under him, this was not one climax but multiple ones. The noise she made was deafening. Almost no one could keep that pace up. She was still arched when he came and by god did we know it. My mind went back to last week when I saw her wank him off, how far his spunk shot and how much there was. Now he was flooding my wife with that fertile sperm, most likely he was that deep inside her womb as well and her vaginal canal. They both collapsed on the bed covered in sweat, breathless, still locked together by his meat.

It took them both a time to recover. They lay still like that then he rolled off her, his dick now quite limp. It still looked big, it was covered in his spunk and her juice. My wife lay there, legs still wide apart, her pussy seemed to gape open, still a trickle of sperm running out. I had got so hard it hurt.

Then an embarrassed moment or two for us. We got over that. I got them a drink. As I came back in the room there a very strong stench of sex. I sat on the bed with them, a bit unreal, I was dressed, they were naked. My wife hugged me, kissed me and whispered I love you, I really do love you darling.

We talked quite normally considering what had happened. Brian was saying he guessed in the car what we wanted to happen. It was about half an hour later his cock surged. I looked at Debs. She smiled, she got hold of it, it was limp but swelling. As she licked it all over as if cleaning it, it grew to a full erection. I got off the bed as he urged her to get on top of it. I was very close as she straddled him. The only way she could get it in was to kneel on one leg and put her other foot on the bed. When she did that it slipped in her. She was then on both knees riding him. I was shocked how she fucked herself on him. She really went for it. She couldn't keep it going, even with his bucking under her. In the end he got her on her hands and knees and fucked her like that. He went quite a long time as he'd cum once. He is young and fit as well. Debs told me afterward she had multiple orgasms each time he fucked her. Brian shot his second load inside my wife that night. After a rest I called him a taxi and he left.

One day she came home from work, very excited. A manager had been asked to fill in at her location for two month. Yes he was black and single. Upon telling me about him, I could see the excitement build within her. We talked about our rule "don't shit where you eat" and decided, since he was only in town for two months, it really wasn't the same.

She was not sure how or if she could feel him out. He already had his own plans. A day or two later when they both were at work, he asked her if she knew any unattached ladies that like the brothers? She replied "other than me, no." She said he looked at her and asked her, wasn't she married. My wife told him, yes, but her hubby was good with her doing what she wanted to. She asked him, wouldn't he be more interested in one of the twenty something girls from w It was about that time I was getting erection problems I had been warned it may happen but I should get over it in time With that there was more strain on our sexual relation, we where out a week or two later this time by our self I said to Debs find some to dance with well it doesn't happen when guys can see you are a couple and she pointed this out,so I just got up and went to the bar she came over wanting to know what hell I was doing I told her go and sit down and someone will ask you to dance she wasn't comfortable with the idea but she did sit down It wasn't that long some one came up to her she must of told him to piss off a short time later she was approached again this time she seemed to talk then look my way I smiled and nodded next thing they were on the dance floor my plan was to go back to the table it happened happened but instead I stayed at the bar they danced a couple of numbers at first Debs keep looking my way I just smiled back by the second dance she seemed to be enjoying herself too much to worry about me They came back to the table I could see Debs was surprised to see me still at the bar but they sat down he went and got a drink he came to the bar beside me so Debs didn't get a chance to come speak to me she mouthed to me what are you doing I left them talking to each other getting the odd glance from my wife the guy was given her the chat I am sure he got her laughing they then had another dance the first one was a fast one then a slow one he was getting to grips with my missus and I must say she wasn't exactly fighting him off she seemed to be lapping it up The pub we where in is sharp on time it was getting late they shouted last orders he got Debs and himself a last drink the they had the last dance before that ended I went outside to wait for my wife the crowd came powered out I then sow them she was looking I think for me I was stood back and she missed me the bloke almost pulled her to one side I lost them for a moment the as the crowed move they were kissing well more like a snog When they stopped she looked around again but didn't see me they then had another snog also think he may of been having a feel of her tits The crowd had thinned out so I worked up to them and said HI I am going your way would you like a life Deds looked stunned and embarrassed I added we live in the same road she stammered yes please and said to her man I have to go and we walked off Debs asked what I was playing at she was a little cross with me I said you had a good time didn't you she said yes I did I replied if he thought you were my wife it wouldn't of happened round the corner we got a taxi home At home we discussed things my point was she enjoyed herself and she was safe I was there in the end she agreed with me there was no harm done she admitted she was really flattered by him he was really nice and the fact he was younger than her and he fancied her all added to her enjoyment We talked about things the situation a lot after that my point was I some time don't feel too well and really I don't want to go out dancing and things like that sometimes so why should it stop her having a little fun sometimes So it became the patent for going out over the next month or so you could say I was taken my wife out to get picked up in a way she always said that's all it was jest a bit of fun she had no intention of anything else happening a strange thing happened to me I started really liking it in fact some times I felt quite aroused watching her it also was the only times I managed sex when we got home I also found Debs was always very turned on each time We started going further afield to enjoy our new fun as Deds was worried about bumping into someone we knew now looking back it was obvious it wouldn't stay on that level for ever where things changed was a small club we found we been there a number of time and always had a result and a lot of fun Debs was comfortable with going in alone and I would follow I think she was starting to get known a bit in there Another thing was I was leaving it longer before I interrupted or she made her excuses at the end of the evening she was letting some bloks have a grope The big change came when she spent about three nights with the same bloke it was up to her who she let chat her up this guy was younger and as she put it well fit I asked if she fancied him it seemed she did but said the only reason was he was charming as well as being very good looking, so it must of been the fourth time this night they danced mostly slow dances and she wasn't worried about me at all she hardly looked my way I could see she was rubbing herself against him a lot they sat in a corner a bit out the way and had a couple of snogging sessions in the club and I not sure if he didn't have a hand up her skirt one time It was getting close to going home time I needed the loo and went when I came back they had gone it took me quite a few minutes to look round before I went outside once out I couldn't go back in but they were no wear to be seen I walked up the road then back I went the wrong way past the club there was a doorway set well back as I got near it I heard a man's voice saying OH YES YES as I got opposite there was my wife frantically wanking a very large looking cock the guy leaned back eyes closed as his hips jerked and a spurt of spunk shot out he gasped I stopped she keep going he keep cumming he then saw me and told me to fuck off you perv it was my wife wanking him I walked round the next corner and waited not long there was click of heels it was her On the way home she apologised telling me how sorry she was it was a one off it would never happen again she loved me I don't know how I felt heart or jealous but I was aroused once indoors I pushed her on the sofa almost ripped her knickers off and fucked her like I not done in years I have never known her so turned on she was amazed at how hard I was I think we both knew which way our little game was going to go after that ork. He told her she was more his style, and if it was cool with me... could they meet? She told him it was cool, and he could ask me himself if he needed to. When did he want to get together. Tonight, after work. They made arrangements for her to go to his hotel room around 8pm.

I cannot tell you how excited she was to come home to me and tell me about their plans. We kissed, and I told her I love you, and I would help her get ready for her first black cock. I bathed her, shaved her, and applied lotion to her entire body. We picked an outfit that looked awesome. A short dress, boots, and no panties.

I asked her if she was truly ready for this. I explained that she may never be the same. That "you know what they say, once you go black.. you never go back." She laughed and said we'll see.

I walked her to her car. I could feel the sexual energy she was emitting. She sat in her car, and said what if he doesn't want this. I told her to relax. I told her he will, and she will know it the moment she walks in the door.

Then I waited. I can honestly say the next five hours were beautiful torture. My cock was ready to explode. When my wife's car pulled into the driveway, I jumped from the bed to meet her at the door. When she walked in, she was a complete mess. Her dress was disheveled. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was smeared with sweat. The look in her eyes told me even more.

I took her into my arms and kissed her softly. She smelled of sex, cum and him. It was intoxicating. I lead her to the bedroom as she disrobed. I gently laid her in the bed. I asked her if she was OK. She looked up at me, and said oh yessss. You don't know how good I am. He was incredible. I asked her to tell me all the details. She said OK, as she pushed my head to her pussy. She told me to taste her, and prove how much I love her while she told me. I did. I began by smelling her. The odor was strong, yet somehow pleasant. I kissed her pussy.

As I kissed her inner thigh and lips her wonderful charms was almost mind altering. I do often think I have never been the same. His sweet aroma was much more powerful than anything I had experienced in the past. Her pussy was red and swollen, yet open. I have never seen her so open. Even after Gary, she was never this stretched.

She began telling me how when she walked into his room she was nervous. He again asked her if she was sure both her and I was OK with her being here. She smiled and told him yes. My husband is happy I am here, and waiting for me to come home.

She told me that Anthony (not his real name) took her and passionately kissed her. Pulling her into his arms. She said she could feel his erection began to bulge in his pants. He unzipped her dress, dropping it to the floor. Then gently he pulled himself away as he pushed her down to her knees. She said that when he undid his pants, the most beautiful cock she had ever seen jumped out at her. She said it was dark and thick, and wonderful. She looked up at him. He took the back of her head and guided her to his cock. She told me at that moment she knew she was where she needed to be, and that she will always want, no, need to drop to her knees for black men.

She told me she sucked on him, or at least tried. As I licked her sweetness, I could taste her juices and feel her excitement grow as she relayed her story. She told me she had a very hard time just getting his head into her mouth. She told me he tasted delicious and she never wanted to taste a cock as badly as she needed to taste his.

She doesn't know how long she licked him and learned to suck on his huge cock. She thinks it was a long time. Eventually he reached down pulled her up, to lay her on the bed. She told me she begged him to fuck her. She said he laughed, and that tonight they would go slow. He said she could not handle all of him, but she would eventually.

She told me that when he pressed the head of his cock into her, she was leaking with anticipation. He slowly slid it into her just a little, then withdrew it some. She told me that after a few seconds, she came. He grinned and told her she had many more to come.

My beautiful wife told me how he fucked her for hours. She said she lost count of how many times he made her cum. He came three times. She stopped me from licking her. Pulled me up and told me to feel what he did to her. I slid inside her with no effort. I knew she could not feel me. She pulled me close, we kissed. She looked at me and said 'I am going to him again tomorrow night, and every night he will have me. Do you understand?' I nodded and came.

Sex was always intense. We never lost interest or desire for one another. Like many couples we began playing in bed. Experimenting with BDSM for example. Then we thought we should try soft swinging. We had been together for five years or so by then. The swinging thing never really panned out. Met a couple, played a little but nothing noteworthy. Our sex ritual of talking while we fucked started to gravitate toward her being fucked by a well hung man. I am told I am average in size. I have never had any complaints, but that might be because I am very good with oral. I also always make sure my partner had an orgasm before I did. So anyways we continued looking for a couple (with no luck). One day my wife told me some girlfriends at work were talking about a guy that is hung like a horse. I could tell this excited my wife. She told me they were all going for a drink after work, and asked me if she could go. I of course, said yes.

That night when she got home she told me all about her day and night. The guy did show up, and she managed to flirt with him. He gave her his number. We ended the evening by making love, while we talked about him and her. Wondering how big he was. Asking her if she wanted to fuck him. She screamed yes. She wanted to feel a large cock inside her.

The next weekend she made a date with him (I will call him Gary). Saturday night came. I helped her bathe and prepare herself for her date. She asked me if she got the chance, could she fuck him. My little cock bulged, she reached down, rubbed me, and said I will take that for a yes. I told her I loved her and kissed her gently.

Yes, they fucked. Gary became somewhat of a regular fuck for her. Once or twice a month she would go to him, fuck him, then come home to me. I would welcome her home. Undress her, slowly caress and kiss every inch of her. She said it showed her I not only loved her, but supported her. When I would enter her I could easily tell she had been fucked.

This lasted almost a year. He met a girl, got married, and life moved on. My wife and I continued to talk about Gary. Then somehow it went to just large cocks. Until the night that we fantasized about her being fucked by a black man. That is when things changed.

At the start of this year Thao was starting her freshman year, and moved down to a dorm on campus and I was very excited to be seeing her all the time on campus and on the weekend. I tried to get sex from her but to no avail. She did give me blow jobs occasionally but that was it. I couldn’t get my hands down her pants even. I did see her in her underwear and I know she is by far the most perfect and hottest girl I have ever seen.

I am roommates with another Asian American named Carl. Carl is about the same size as me, with little luck with women. He also has the biggest porn collection ever, and is always on the internet. We are the same age. Carl and I became close friends over the last year. He allowed me to view his porn which was almost 100% interracial with hung black guys and small Asian women. I admitted it was pretty hot to watch.

When Carl first met Thao he was mesmerized by her beauty. Thao was not vain and did not dress up by any means, but her tiny perfect body was hard to conceal, and she had just turned 18 this first week of school that he met her. As soon as Thao left and we were alone Carl was goading me that she was so hot, she would be perfect with a big black stud. He kept prodding me and saying wouldn’t that be so hot? I told him there was no way she would do that, she wont have sex with me, and I’ve known her 10 years. Carl then kept bombarding me with interracial cuckold stories, and kept trying to tell me how much she would love it and would be hooked once she has a big black one, and that all girls love it.

I began to develop an interracial fetish and would start to jack off every night imagining Thao getting stretched and her little pussy flooded with one of the black students’ cum. I would imagine her loving it and cumming repeatedly. I couldn’t shake the thought I admitted it was so hot of a fantasy, but there is no way she would do it, I kept it to myself. This went on for a few weeks.

Around the 4th week of college I was waiting for Thao after class and noticed a black guy was waiting too, he looked about 6', thin built, short cut hair. He looked like he was from Africa and a few years older than me. I went to the bathroom and came back, and when I came back he was chatting up Thao to my surprise! I tried to stay hidden and let them finish, but after 15 minutes I realized this guy was really good at this, or she was actually attracted to him. She kept laughing and engaging in conversation with him, this is rare for my very shy conservative fiance. Finally, I approached and broke it up. Thao looked up and said hi like nothing was going on. She introduced him as Kembo. Kembo said he was here from Nigeria, and told her it was nice to meet her and walked off. I asked her what that was all about, and she said he just ran into her (but I saw him waiting…) I dropped it and let it go.

That night at my dorm with Carl he was talking about some hot Asian he saw on campus with a black guy, and how they loved the tiny ones like Thao. I blurted out what I saw, and he was very interested. He then began to tell me he was sure Thao would be split by that African dick before long, as she was obviously interested, he said the smaller the Asian it’s like the more they secretly crave a big nigger dick. I told him ya right I won’t see him again. Then he said, oh ya? Why was he waiting then? I told him he got me there, but she won’t cheat.

That night I began to think about what he said. I did notice a lot of the black guys, especially the African exchange students loved to chase the Asian women. It was very common on campus; I had to admit a lot of our women seemed so curious about the black men. I began to wonder if Thao was really being seduced. I decided I would monitor her closer and find out.

I deduced that Kembo was trying to wait for my girl after the same class I saw him at last time because it was a convenient time he could wait for her, how he knew this I do not know. I decided to wait from a distance, 2 days later, and see what happens. Sure enough I saw the son of a bitch waiting from a distance and decided to lay low. I could intervene, but my girl had to be strong and resist on her own. I saw him wait for Thao, and there she came wearing a little thin tan summer dress and black sun glasses, with sandals. She looked so pretty and talked to him for a good 15 minutes. I was thinking, what is this guy possibly saying? Then they started to walk off together! I thought, fuck this! What is going on? So I hid and called her to say hi and ask what’s up. She said nothing, just about to have lunch with a friend. I asked if I could join, and she said no my friend wants to talk to me alone, she’s having issues. I knew right then she was lying, she was walking off with this African guy. I said ok, and walked off feeling dejected. What was going on? Why was she lying to me?

I decided to wait a couple hours and then I texted her asking if she was still busy, she said she was at her dorm studying. I decided to come over and say hi, and she was alone and everything seemed totally cool with us, I saw no indication of cheating or her hiding anything. I walked home thinking she just must be friends with him and didn’t want to say it was a guy so I didn’t get mad.

When I spoke to Carl about what I saw he grinned wide and said you know she is close to going black right? I said I wasn’t sure. Then Carl said he had a big surprise for me. He showed me his email where I saw Kembo’s face picture, and then a couple pictures of a large uncut black cock. It looked about 6” soft and thick, with a couple of heavy balls. I was shocked at how big he was and I asked how he got this? Carl said he contacted Kembo 2 weeks ago off Craig’s list and gave him pictures and information to help him seduce my girlfriend. He said Kembo loves Asians and was very excited when he learned of the situation and her virginity. I was pretty pissed and said wtf, I was about to hit him. He said calm down you know we both love interracial porn, and your girl is super-hot and perfect for big black cock stretching. He said Kembo was a real pro, promised to 3 hole her with no condoms and get her hooked. Carl then prodded me he said he thought it would be a nice surprise and I would love it.

I sat in silence for a bit, and then said I like the fantasy but my Thao? I’m not sure I want her to leave me for a black. Carl assured me Kembo wouldn’t steal, just hook her and use her. That he would take pics and send to us for us to check out for fun. I grudgingly agreed feeling I had no choice, but also my dick was getting rock hard thinking of personal porno pics of my hot as shit barely 18 girlfriend would be amazing jack off material. I asked how far did he get? Carl told me Kembo got her number and was working on a date this weekend for a movie and dinner, then hopefully a nightcap at his apartment. Carl said I should get her something nice. I agreed with the suggestion, and called Thao to go shopping.

The next day we bought a tight white dress that came just a few inches past her ass, and showed ample cleavage, she looked amazing. I bought her white lace panties and bra to go with it, and some high heels. We also got her hair done, she looked amazing. I spent a lot of money, and why was I doing it? So she can look better for a black stud with a 10” uncut cock? What was wrong with me?

The weekend came and sure enough Thao surprised me that she was going to visit her brother on Saturday and she wouldn’t be available, I knew it was bullshit, and she would be wearing all the nice things I bought her for another man. I told Carl and he was smiling ear to ear saying almost there brother, wait until 7pm.

At 7pm they must have met and Kembo sent Carl an email, sure enough there was Thao looked her best posing in his arm for a picture. My girlfriend, future wife, on a date with a skilled black stud. I felt a knot in my stomach and a hard on, thinking of her perfect tits and tight ass being fondled by this African. Next pic was of Thao’s backside showing her pert tight little ass when she wasn’t looking. The email simply said off to dinner. We sat up all night having a beer considering the possibilities.

Finally around 11 I got a text from my girl, feeling guilty or something talking about nothing saying hi. I just ignored it and acted like I was asleep. Then about 1am we got an email from Kembo. This time he was at his apartment with my girl, wtf I couldn’t believe it. He had a camera set up by his computer and took a pic with her in front and him behind copping her breasts through her dress. Her eyes were closed, she looked a little drunk.

We had 4 more pictures. The next, she was in her lace underwear posing for him looking very hot. The next one she was butt naked, and kneeling in front of him. God I wished I was this hung nigger. Next picture was Kembo’s huge cock hanging in my girl's mouth, with cum leaking out the side of her mouth. I about came, I couldn’t believe this, she was so tiny and hot. The next one blew our mind; he was standing with my girl's leg straddling him, her ass facing the camera. We could see his hefty balls hanging below her ass as her legs wrapped around him, and about half of his cock jammed in her pussy, her head was turned sideways and mouth was wide open. Carl gave me high five and we both jacked off feverishly knowing my Thao was getting three holed by a hung nigger all night and loving it.

The next day we got a few more pics of Thao sleeping, leaking cum out of her stretched ass and pussy. I knew she wasn’t even on birth control, but deep down I knew her insanely hot viet pussy deserved to have a belly full of that potent black cum. I secretly hoped this stud would knock up my hot girlfriend I’ve known my whole life.

I called Thao later on and she acted like everything was totally cool, and we went on like nothing was going on. Kembo kept updating us when he was going to fuck her, and one time he decided to do it at her dorm, I knew a location I could spy, and decided to go see for myself. When I got there I was in time to peak through a window blind and see tiny Thao moaning like crazy and bucking on his huge cock, I saw his 2 hefty balls moving with each of her thrusts, and what shocked me more, she had the entire thing inside to the hilt! My 83 lb girl was packed to the max with African cock and loving it. I could hear her saying how big it was and how she loved it. I saw him pump her up again, his balls pulsing as he flooded her with cum. I then left before anyone saw me.

I know Thao won’t leave me for him her parents would freak out so much. I accepted my role as her future provider, and black guys as her route to sexual satisfaction.

When I got back I told Chris that I had bumped into Sheila and that we had arranged to go out next Friday. Chris thought this was a good idea for me to go out and catch up on things with Sheila as he had to go away for the weekend for some work.

I phoned Sheila and confirmed our meeting up, and saying that she could stay at our place as Chris would be away for the weekend, Sheila said "as she lived closer to the town centre So why not spend the weekend my place."

I met in Shiela 'The Old Vic', in the town center. she was sitting at a corner table, she spotted me and called me over, I went over and Sheila stood and hugged me. Her dress sense had changed drastically since I'd last seen her. She would normally wear jeans and a t shirt, but tonight she was wearing a short black skirt that came down to just under mid thigh, long black boots and a sheer black top black bra.

I was not wearing anything special just jeans and a tee shirt and trainers. We had several drinks when Sheila said that before we went clubbing, we should pop round to her flat and drop my holdall off, as we couldn't lug it around all night. We left and went round to her place, which was 5 minute walk away from the pub.

We entered her flat and Sheila said I'll get us a drink before we head out. As she did this I looked around, it was a typical layout, with a separate bedroom, kitchen, bath/shower room and a living area.

As we sat on the sofa Sheila filled me in since we'd last seen each other. In a strange sort of way I was envious of her, she was totally free and could do anything she wanted to, where as I was still with Chris after 6 yrs. I began to think of how staid and boring my life was.

After about 20 min of chatting and drinking, I said we'd best get going or it'll be too late to go anywhere. Sheila agreed and said you'd best get changed than. "Changed, what do you mean, changed, what's wrong with this?" Oh nothing really.

With that she went into her bedroom and returned carrying a couple of coat hangers with some of her clothes on it saying, here try these, they should fit, we're about the same size. I must admit it felt pretty good, especially after Sheila's comment about looking 5 yrs younger. I was wearing a short black skirt, white stockings, a pair of black stiletto heels and a white camisole top, and she even lent me one of her bra's, a very revealing white lace bra, which left little to the imagination. Sheila and I are about the same chest size except that I'm a 32b where Sheila is a 32a. The bra pushed my tits together and gave me a nice valley between them.

Sheila smiled and said, "you look amazing girl". I smiled back and she was right I felt amazing. Together we looked stunning, not bad for a couple of girls nearing 30. We quickly phoned for a taxi and headed into town to the clubs and bars, to start our night out. We bar hopped, going from one bar to the next, what we used to call a pub crawl in our uni days. No matter which pub we went to we had men trying to chat us up, we had drinks bought us by a lot of different guys and soon, we were starting to feel the effects of the drink. I hadn't had such a good time in ages. At around 10pm we decided to go to a night club called Maestro's. Sheila started flirting with two black guys, one looked in his early twenties and the other was much older, mid to late forties. After about half an hour one of them, Mike the older one, was standing with his arm around me as if claiming me for his own. His mate Gary, was busy trying his luck with Sheila.

It all seemed like harmless fun, when suddenly Sheila piped up and said, lets all go back to my place, giving me a sly wink.

It never occurred to me that there would be anything more than their coming back for a drink or two. Boy was I wrong. We all piled into a taxi for the short trip back to Sheila's place. As soon as we were inside, Sheila poured us all a drink and put on some music, she then turned and pounced on Gary, snogging him, I thought she was going to swallow him by her actions. Gary's hands soon moved up and started playing with her tits, squeezing and massaging them, I just stood there transfixed at her blatant behaviour. I saw Mike coming out of the toilet, when he saw them, he just smiled and continued over to the sofa and sat down. They didn't seem to notice either of us as they continued to dance in front of me and Mike. We were watching both of them when Sheila suddenly dropped to her knees and unzipped Gary's jeans. I just stared in total disbelief as she pulled out his semi erect cock and stated wanking it, next to her face. She then opened her mouth and took it between her red painted lips, She then cupped his black balls and began sucking the guy off. Gary just let out and groan of pleasure and said yes that's it. I found my self thinking, who is this slut, This wasn't the Sheila I remembered and what the hell am I doing here.

Suddenly and without any warning, I felt a pair of arms wrap round me and someone kissing my neck. I turned round to tell him to stop, only to find Mike plant a kiss full on my lips, his tongue worked itself between my lips and his hands dropped to my ass. Here I was in the arms of a black guy, full on kissing, whilst my friend was sucking off another.

Mike's hands pulled up my short skirt and was now kneading my panty covered ass and he didn't stop kissing me, I'd never been kissed more passionately, maybe it was because he was coloured or it was the situation, but whatever it was it felt real good. I felt a hand leave my ass and start pulling at the back of my camisole, it slipped under it and expertly unclipped my bra, releasing my tits.

Mike never said anything but stopped kissing me, took a small step away and reach down and pulled my camisole top up. I just raised my arms for him, and within seconds I was nude from the top up. Mike then leaned down and started sucking upon my already erect nipples. I felt so exciting to have them licked whilst my friend who was only feet away was sucking a black cock.

Mike wasted no time in guiding me to the sofa, and pulling my tanga briefs down, he bunched my skirt up round my waist exposing my cunt to all in the room. His long black fingers soon found my slit and started rubbing my clit and lips, making me squirm. I managed to look over at Sheila who was by now on all fours with Gary knelt behind her, he still had his trousers on but Sheila's knickers were in a torn heap on the floor besides them. I watched as Gary penetrated Sheila, her body went stiff and she let out a groan 'oh fuck yes, more'. and she went wild, I'd never seen anyone get fucked before, and it was exciting to watch as she went wild, screaming away for Gary to fuck her harder, begging for more of his cock.

Sheila noticed what Mike was doing and breathlessly shouted at Mike, 'Go on fuck her, the dirty little slag wants it. Get that cock inside her.' With that, Mike pushed me back and moved up between my open legs, he just positioned himself between them and thrust his big black cock into my wet hole. He stretched me to new limits. My cunt hadn't been so full for quite a while. He immediately began pounding is arse up and down driving his cock deeper and deeper into my unprotected cunt. Sheila was watching us intently as Gary banged her from behind, She even shouted 'that's it Mike, give the whore a good fucking' she managed between gasps.

The thrill of it all was too much, my body shook with an amazing orgasm as Mike pounded away at me. My orgasm must have set Mike off coz, he suddenly grunted and filled me with his black seed. What a fantastic fuck I'd just had, short though it was. Mike just rolled off me, I just sat here with my legs spread and cum filled cunt on display. Sheila watched us intently as Mike filled me with his seed, almost immediately Sheila came, her screams must have woken the next door neighbours, Gary slapped her arse as he came inside her too.

I should have felt cheap and disgusted by what I just done, but I didn't. I just felt satisfied as if that wasn't enough for me. Sheila had a very dirty look on her face and smiled at me. She turned to Gary who'd just pulled out of her, his cock was still semi hard, and said, "Now go fuck Samantha, Sluts like her need more than one cock." I wasn't about to complain. Gary just pulled me off the sofa and onto the floor, he turned me over so that I was on all fours and without any pre-amble he just rammed his cock into me from behind.

I looked up at Sheila who was stroking Mike's cock back to hardness. When he was semi-hard she pulled him by it over to me and fed it into my mouth. I heard Sheila say to me, "You love this don't you, getting fucked by those big black cocks". All I could do was make a 'ummm', sound, as I sucked on Mike's cock and Gary pounded me from behind.. "I told the guys you would love it, I remember you telling me how you always fantasized about getting fucked by two cocks, now it a reality and they're both gonna fuck you all night," she laughed. Between them they spit roasted me till I had cum dripping out of my mouth and cunt. Now I really did feel like a whore and I loved it. What a night.

It's one I'll certainly remember for the rest of my life.

She goes to this little local gym and the manager always wears sweats or shorts. So in sweats one day he was standing where she could see his cock. When she got home she told me he looked huge. The next day he wore shorts and sat where she could look up his shorts and she got her first sight of a big black uncut cock.

The next day he rubbed it against her ass as she was leaving. Now I will let Betty tell the rest herself.

After my work out he called me his office to go over my exercise program and sat on his desk facing me. His cock was pointed at me. After some idle talk he stood in front of me and pulled his pants down and told me to feel his cock. It was like I was under a spell, I just did as he told me. When he was hard he had me measure his cock. Then he ordered me to take off my clothes and I did.

I have 44DD tits and he started to pinch them, then ordered me to lay on his desk. When he started to enter me I asked him to go slow as he was really fat and long. Well he took it a little slow, it hurt a little but GOD I never felt anything as big or good as this. He fucked me for about 30 minutes and cum twice in me. I lost count of the times I came

. Since that night he fucks me at least 5 days a week, says I'm his pussy only and sends me home with cum running out of me. It's now my 3rd week and I can't wait for him to just fuck me over and over.

I cannot thank you enough for the pleasure you brought to my wife, both on Sunday evening and on the days before and since. I hope this letter will serve to remind you of some of your experiences together, and perhaps it will even remind you of the pleasure you get from taking another man's wife to bed, and seeing reactions which you know her husband has never seen.

Thank you for the way you wrote to her and spoke to her before you met. You know that we received many responses to our ad seeking a "well-endowed gentleman," and long before Sally learned firsthand how well-endowed you are, she learned that you truly are a gentleman. When we arranged to meet you for dinner, and to see from there, you wrote to her that even dinner alone would be a wonderful evening. That took real class, and just about sealed her decision to take you to bed! After your phone call, she told me that she liked your voice and she liked how appreciative you were of her pictures online; you know she is sensitive about her appearance, and your words of admiration (and discrete lust) were music to her ears.

Thank you for asking me to buy condoms for you! I had never heard of Magnums before, and when I read that they were "large size, for added comfort," I began to get an idea of how "well-endowed" you were. When Sally had me try one on the night before your date, we *both* got an even better idea: when I pulled it on, it had about 10 wrinkles in the material along the length of my cock; when I pulled on the end to take out the wrinkles, there was two inches of material hanging off the end of my cock. Sally said the look on my face was priceless; she made me keep it on all evening, and every time she looked at it she laughed... and, she told me later, she got more excited about what lay in store for her the following evening.

Thank you for being such wonderful dinner company for my wife. She loved hearing about your experiences in the military, your work now and your dreams for the future. She wrote in the ad that she thinks the brain is the most erotic organ in the body, and you made her comfortable with the idea that she would like *all* of you in bed with her.

Thank you for smiling at me when Sally began to drop hints that she wanted you to come back to the hotel with us after dinner. Without a word, you told me how pleased you were that my wife wanted you, and whether you knew it or not, you were also telling me that I was *not* going to be the one in bed with her that night! You see, she and I had agreed that if things did not work out with you at dinner, we would simply return to the hotel and make love; so as you picked up on her subtle invitations, you were also preparing me for my new place, sitting in a chair by the bed.

By the way, Sally's dinner comment about "there's always room for chocolate" was an innocent comment, not a hint! Neither of us has ever had a "black man fantasy," and in fact, many of the men she corresponded with were white. She chose you - for dinner, and for bed - based on her response to you, not your color. She told me later that as soon as she made the comment about always having room for chocolate, she wondered if you took it badly. I said that I didn't know if you thought she was talking about food or about you, but even if you thought she was talking about you, how could you take it badly? At the very worst, you would have heard that there was "room in her" for you! Meanwhile, just know that she made herself blush - both because of the innocence of her remark, and because she *was* thinking about making room for you inside her!

Thank you, sir, for how cool you were about walking into the hotel with us. It was a small hotel, with a lobby that does not allow people to enter unnoticed. What could the doorman, the bellhop and the reception clerk think when they saw a middle-aged, white couple walking to the elevator with a young, handsome black man? Sally told me later that she was both embarrassed and excited by it, and I told her I *really* understood... after all, what could those people be thinking about *me* when they saw us together? It was the first - but not the last - time that I felt like a complete cuckold that night.

Thank you for being so gentle with my wife, as you sat together on the couch and began to touch and kiss her. Thank you for all the attention you gave her, and for turning her on so much even before you really got started.

Thank you, thank you, for the magnificent penis you brought to my wife's bed. Even now as I write this, I am embarrassed by these words, but how else can I express what I saw in my wife's eyes when you undressed? You were already hard when you took off your pants, and as your cock sprang out, her face went from surprise to delight, and then, looking at me, to laughter. She had never seen a penis like yours, and without a word, her laugh told me that she had just learned what was possible... and what I had never offered her. As you climbed onto the bed, I felt my own cock shrivel up; my embarrassment in front of you, and even more in front of my wife, was unbelievably sharp.

When she first reached for your cock she said, "Paul was wondering what it took to fill a Magnum; now he knows," and she bent over to take you in her mouth. As she licked and sucked you, she looked over at me and her eyes said it all; she and I both knew what I had between my legs, and now she and I both knew how small it is in comparison to yours.

I hope you know what a thrill it was to bring you the condom: to open the foil and hand it to you, and to give the tube of K-Y to Sally. Thank you for allowing me to help! I watched you slide it on, and when you finished, Sally echoed my thoughts: "Look, Paul - it fits him." Yes, I noticed that, too.

How can I thank you for the way you fucked my wife? For the look of shock/surprise/pleasure which she got as you slowly entered her? You are wider than I am by at least half, and as you stretched her lips apart, I could see the joy on her face. And while you told me you're eight inches long, I have to think it is more than that; by the time you were half way in, Sally began whispering, "Gently, gently... that's virgin territory."

I watched you touch my wife in places I cannot touch. No matter what I do, or how hard I try, I will never be able to match the feelings you gave her as you slid all the way into her. I wondered if she was uncomfortable from your size, until I saw her raise her legs and wrap them around your back, to help you enter even further. I saw her gasp as you moved your hips forward, driving your penis into her, and then watched as she brought your mouth to hers, to kiss you for the pleasure you were giving her. I watched and listened as you responded to her touches and her squeezes, and I realized that you, too, were feeling things which I could never feel: the whole head of your cock was farther into her than I've ever gone, and the sweet sensations her body was drawing from you will forever be feelings I can only know by the look on your face and the groans of pleasure which you made. When I realized this, even my furious masturbation was not enough to keep me from shrinking in my hand; I was a spectator, a bystander, as you and my wife shared feelings which will never be mine.

"I want to feel you cum in me," my wife said. Of course you heard her; she said it loud enough for me to hear her, too. You asked her if she wanted you to cum now, and she gasped, "Yes!" When you came, she said you felt like a pile driver. All the strength of your body came through your penis, and she said she felt completely full and completely fucked. As you came, she was so totally focused on you that I could just as well not have been in the room; she cared about nothing except your cock inside her and the orgasm she felt running through your body. It was clear that my wife made you feel wonderful, and it was clear that you made her feel that way, too. I told you in advance that she loves to feel her lover cum; afterward, you told me I was right. I knew that, and now you know it, too.

Thank you, sir, for handing me your used condom to dispose of. Again, there was nothing I could do to make Sally feel better than you were making her feel, so at least by doing this I felt a little useful. You came a lot, you know; the condom was heavy and full as I took it from you and threw it away.

Thank you, as I have already thanked her, for talking about me. You asked her how she felt, and she said she had never felt anything like you before. You said, "But doesn't it feel like that when Paul fucks you?", and you looked over at me and smiled when she answered, "God, no! He's so much smaller than you!" You asked if I felt like a couple of fingers in her, and I'll never forget her answer: With a laugh in her voice she said, "No, he feels like ONE finger inside me." You both had a good laugh over that, and then you slipped one finger in her pussy and began fucking her with it. You whispered something to her and she said, "Yes, he feels just like that." You both laughed again, and the laugh turned into a deep kiss.

Thank you for holding her, touching her, kissing her and making love to her while she came. She was so excited by your touch; I saw her looking at your hands on her breasts, your mouth on her nipples, and I saw her shudder with pleasure as the sensations built. When she got very excited you said, "Oh, I feel you getting close," and that's all it took. She exploded, just like I told you she would, and even across the room I could tell that it was a massive orgasm. I saw that as she came, you got hard again; I'm glad that her pleasure turned you on! Now you, too, know what my wife looks like: what she looks like without her clothes on, what she looks like when she is filled with a man's cock, and what she looks like when she lets go of everything and cums.

Thank you for talking with me after she finished the "aftershocks" and got up to use the bathroom. As you lay there in her/our bed, and I sat in a chair with my still-hard cock in my hand, you raved about how she came and how you "just tried to hold on" during her orgasm. That was MY wife you were talking about, and you were telling me how good it was to have sex with her! Since I wasn't allowed to cum, I just sat there and masturbated furiously as I listened to you rave about her orgasm, her tight pussy and her beautiful breasts. I really was embarrassed by it all, but all I could do was jerk off; I was too excited to worry about what you thought of me.

When Sally came back, she laid down next to you and kissed you. You began gently stroking her nipples - playing with them with your fingers and licking them softly. For the next 10 minutes I sat silently as you talked to her about her nipples: how hard they were, how high they stood up on her breasts, how much you had been looking at them in the pictures, and how much you wanted to see and touch them in person. She loved it all; she kept telling you that YOU were making them do that, and she said that they do, eventually, go down, but they never did! For the next few days, whenever she and I made love, she would comment on how her nipples were soft, or just a little hard; she said she wished you could see them now, so you'd believe her. Do you know how that made me feel, having her say that she wished you could see her nipples when they were soft... and saying that while I was making love to her?? So all I can say is thank you for turning her on so much, so very much, that she remembers it whenever we make love.

Do you want to know HOW much you turned her on? Think back... when you told me to bring you another condom and you slipped it on, do you remember what happened next? You got on top of her, she spread her legs for you, and you slid your cock into her. What was missing? The K-Y was missing! That's right, she was so wet that she took that huge penis of yours without ANY lubrication but her own! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that, but there it was: if you want proof of how excited she was for you, her nipples and her soaking wet vagina should serve as that proof... and as a wonderful reminder of how you made my wife feel. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

Finally, thank you for being such a gentleman that you wrote to her afterward, saying how much you enjoyed her company and how honored you were that she invited you into her body. You said you hoped to see her again, and you got your answer: in her return letter, she said she was looking forward to the next time, too.

Joshua, as I said at the beginning, I really don't know how to say thank you properly. I hope this letter will remind you of the fun you had with my wife, and I hope that knowing you turned her on more than I do, and helped her feel things I never can, will turn you on as much as it does Sally, and as much as it does me.

I look forward to sharing my wife with you again.

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul

Jamal then rolled me over onto my knees and positioned my ass in the air. With one quick thrust, he drove his cock into my oozing cunt. He'd seen Alan, and it made no difference to him. He didn't pause a bit as he drove hard into my smoldering depths, making me gasp and arch my back. I don't think Alan noticed that Jamal wasn't wearing a rubber. Alan dropped to his knees and kept right on jerking off as he watched Jamal's cock thrusting in and out of my gapping pussy. Jamal reached around and felt my swinging tits, gently rolling and squeezing my nipples between his fingers as we fucked. I howled to another orgasm as he stiffened against me, his spunk filling my now overflowing pussy once again. My pussy made sucking, squelching noises as he rocked to and fro, his cock pistoning in and out, lubricated with our cum.

Finally, we collapsed on the bed, my cunt muscles involuntary contracting around his wilting shaft, milking the last drop of cum from his cock. Finally, Jamal's cock disengaged from me with a liquid popping noise. We rolled over, writhing together as we kissed before coming to rest with Jamal lying beside me, gasping.

As we lay there, my hand went to his limp, sticky cock, trying to coax it back to life. I looked over at Alan, who was kneeling there with his eyes half closed and a blissful smile on his face. He was holding his limp cock, and his spunk was running down over his fingers. He'd seen everything and enjoyed it almost as much as Jamal and I. "That was great, darling. Did you enjoy it?" Alan asked with a wink. I winked back at him, and then bent down to lick Jamal's soft cock until it started to grow hard again. The knob end looked raw and angry, and, as it burgeoned into its full-blown glory yet again, I felt joyful in the knowledge that I was about to get even more of this cock. I was already addicted.

Suddenly, Alan cried out in dismay. He finally realized that Jamal hadn’t been wearing a condom as we fucked. I'll always remember the expression on Alan's face as he stared at Jamal's naked cock, which was slimy with our combined juices. I'm sure it will haunt Alan for some time, but it's his own fault -- he was the one who wanted to see Jamal fucking me.

His cock now hard and ready for more, Jamal rolled over and positioned himself between my legs. Without caring one bit, I lifted my hips and arched my back to accept Jamal's cock back into my cunt as Alan ran out, a humbled, broken man. I felt too good to care about anything else as he sank his full length into me. As we fucked, I saw Alan come back in, and I knew everything would be all right. He had a wild look in his eyes as he jerked himself off in time with Jamal's thrusts.

Jamal and I fucked through the night, and I didn't even notice that Alan had crawled away and left us alone. The next morning on my way to the bathroom, I found Alan in the spare room, nursing his battered pride and a raging hard-on. I took pity on him by giving him a hand job as he fingered my oozing cunt. While holding Alan's cock in my hand, I thought to myself how regretful it was that after seven years of fucking Alan, I never considered a cock bigger than his six inches. But now, after fucking Jamal, Alan's cock seemed so small and thin -- and as far as I was concerned, utterly useless. Alan's cock's never even came close to giving me the kind of pleasure that Jamal's could. Almost immediately, he began spunking all over my hand.

Alan and I talked it over, and I told him that if I was pregnant, I intended have the baby. He accepted it. Then I asked him if he would mind me only fucking Jamal from now on until he left to return to his country. Alan agreed, knowing he couldn't compete with Jamal's superior cock anyway. Alan asked if he would be allowed to watch and maybe even take a few photos with his Polaroid. I said he could if he wanted. I told him I didn't care what he did as long as he didn't interfere with my being fucked by Jamal.

Jamal slept with me every night for the next six months, and it was the happiest time of my life. I didn't even fuck Alan once during that time. The only sex he got from me was jerking him off and an occasional blow job. He never complained though. He knew this was the only form of pleasure he would get from me.

When it was finally time for Jamal to go back home, my stomach was swollen with his child. It was a very tearful parting for me, but I had to stay with Alan and our two kids. I'm hoping that Jamal can return someday and provide the cock I've come to love so much.

Its really my own fault that he took her pussy. Because I am so fair skinned and have grass allergies, she took to mowing the yard while I cleaned the house. She would do this in a short tank-top and very short terry cloth shorts with no panties (she has never worn them). Needless to say, this not only accentuated her young, sexy ass but also showed the outline of her bush. We couldn't afford a lawnmower, so we rented one from a small mom and pop shop down the road. She had told me that it was run by a guy about our age and his parents. She mentioned that she could see his cock grow in his jeans when she was in the shop, but I really didn't think much about it. Until one day I came home from work and noticed the lawn was freshly mowed. She was at the stove cooking supper when I came inside and cuddled up to her from behind for a hug and kiss. She pulled away and it was obvious she had been crying.

I asked her what was wrong and she told me that when she went to the rental shop for the mower that something had happened and she needed to talk to me. She told me that when she went to pay for the rental, that the rental guy asked her to come into his office. He closed the door as she bent down at his desk to write the check. All of a sudden he came up behind her, pulled her little terry cloth shorts down, shoved her face down on his desk and fucked her from behind.

My immediate response was to go and kick his ass, but she stopped me and said no. There was more. Although he did not ask her and at first she fought back, she became a willing participant and fucked him back. She told me she did not want to lose me and loved me, but that she could not stop seeing him. She told me that if he didn't come to her she would just go to him and either way she was helpless to stop this--she was going to keep fucking him. That he had made her cum harder than she had ever cum in her life and had a much larger cock than I did. She had been crying all day trying to think of how to tell me and worried that I would leave her. We came to an agreement that night. He would be her lover and she would discreetly meet with him during the week while I was at work.

This arrogant, alpha male, in one deep thrust of that monster cock swinging between his legs, took my sexy little wife's pussy from me and made me a cuckold for life. He continued to fuck my wife 2 -3 times a week, sometimes more, for eleven years until he married someone else. He fucked her in my bed while I was at work, at his shop on the couch in his office and later, when my wife got a job, he would park his van on the street outside her office and fuck her in back on her lunch break. All of the men at the shop, and his parents too, knew that she was his married little slut. I think some of the girls at her work figured it out since she would come back from lunch without her pantyhose. I never knew when they fucked, they just did it. I would find out later that she got really wet feeding me her pussy after he had fucked her that day with me not knowing her boyfriend had filled her full of his cum earlier. She also confessed that he has a massive cock--three times bigger soft than I am hard and that she could not really feel me inside her after he began fucking her tight, little pussy regularly. Apparently she only fucked me out of love and faked her orgasms--her real orgasms came from her boyfriend.

And that is the short version of how an arrogant, alpha male with a big dick made me a cuckold for life.

A little more about us: My wife likes me to take her shoe shopping in a short skirt and no panties. She finds a salesman she likes and lets him sit at her feet on the fitting stool and fit the shoes. She loves watching them get hard as they hold her feet so close to their cock while she shows them her cute little pussy all pink and wet--sometimes she gives them a little rub. If they are big enough and interested she gives them her number. I just walk around and bring her shoes I think she will like and pretend to be clueless. She has even made me eat her very wet pussy in the car when we leave she is so turned on. She has also answered the door naked for the pizza guy and fucked him on the couch while I watched from the closet, but we have never repeated that like we do shoe shopping. Other than that she likes naturist resorts and generally being naked in front of men.

One day, a new hire at her workplace approached her to ask questions. She is a receptionist and a go-to person for anyone to get questions resolved about anything. The new guy was a younger black man about 35 years old. He flirted a bit with her and she felt the same attraction returning that was generated on her vacation fling. Next thing you know, she was flirting back, and dressing sexier for him with low cut tops and short skirts and heels. The relationship continued to get more serious until they finally started meeting after work and having sex.

Well, she confessed to me one day that she was again fucking a black man from work and that she was totally captivated by him. That's how I found out I was a cuckold. She continued to see him more and more and started going on dates with him. He even fucked her one weekend here in our house and in our bed when I was gone.

I was very, very excited by all of it, and became quite used to the idea of being a cuckold. Then one weekend, she invited him over for a barbecue in the back yard. I could see she was really turned on by him, and the tent in his pants revealed that he was equally interested in getting into her pants. After dinner, she told me I had to clean up the dishes and they were going to the TV room to relax. I peeked in on them a few times and they were half naked and kissing each other with great passion. Next thing I knew they were in the bedroom and going at it like teenagers. I was watching them through the bedroom doorway and he was fucking her very roughly. Then he had an orgasm and shot his big load into her pussy. I came in my pants watching it all.

Suddenly they looked out and saw me watching. He told me to come in and do what cuckolds are supposed to do. Well, I read all about that stuff and knew what he meant. I climbed on the bed between my wife's spread thighs and eagerly lapped up the creampie and tongued her pussy. Then he told me to clean him up too. I licked the cummy juice from his big cock and while I did, he got rock hard again. He told me to keep sucking like a good boy. I did as I was told and after 10 minutes or so, he came in my mouth. It was my first experience of being a true cuckold and a fulfillment of what I needed in my life.

A few days later, he called me on the phone while my wife was at work. He asked me if I enjoyed the weekend and I told him I did. He said he needed to be sucked some more and that he wanted to come over so I could service him. I told him I was willing, and he began coming over whenever he needed relief so I could service his cock. I have become a regular cocksucker for him now. He comes over on a regular basis to provide "feedings" for me and his cum makes me feel more and more femme. I think I am not just a cuckold anymore. I have become his faggot slut boy and can hardly wait until he calls and comes over again. I never think of pussy anymore, only sucking his black cock.

He is starting to femme me a bit, with clothing and shaving, etc. My wife is aware of my relationship with him, she still fucks him regularly. My life has certainly evolved into something I never thought would happen. I can't envision my life as anything but a fag now and I don't even think of myself as a cuckold anymore. No wonder people refer to cucks as faggots. It's what we really are!

Update: My wife's bf has been coming over weekly for feeding sessions and I am adjusting to my new lifestyle. I know now that I am a sissy faggot and that I need a steady diet of cock to keep me satisfied. When he came this week, I told him how much I needed his cock and that I wished I could have it more often. He told me that he had some friends who needed relief from time to time and that he would send them to me. I am now waiting for a call that they will be coming over to help feed my obsession. I am now totally shaved and wear lingerie for the "man" visits. My wife has ordered a chastity device for me and she says her bf will be the keyholder. I am looking forward to this control because I want to be a serving fag. I am happy to be totally denied pleasure and give myself to providing relief for the real men in my life. My personal relief does not matter to me, only that I serve them properly.

Jamal slid my blouse off of my shoulders then lowered his lips to one of my bare breasts, sucking an erect nipple into his mouth and gently chewing it. I felt myself cumming already. I moaned and clutched his head as I parted my legs for his probing fingers. He frantically began pulling my panties off as I raised my hips off the bed to make it easier. Once my panties were off, Jamal kissed me, his eager tongue twisting around mine. As we kissed, I could feel him taking his trousers off.

Once off, he bunched my skirt up around my waist. Looking down, I nearly fainted. His black cock reared up with its gleaming knob poking from its foreskin; he was huge! As I found out later, Jamal’s cock was 10 inches and thick around as my wrist. By this point, I was ready for sex; all thoughts of using a condom had flown from my mind as he laid me back on the bed. I reached down with my hand, feeling his length and thickness as I eased back his foreskin. He was enormous -- I couldn't get my fingers around its girth. "God!" I thought, "What have I got myself into now?"

I guided his cock in between my quivering cunt lips, first lubricating his cock with my juices before positioning his cock at the opening to my pussy. I trembled as he slowly began pushing the fat knob of his cock into me. As he was entering me, I spread my legs as I pulled them back, opening my cunt to him. As he continued sinking his cock into my pussy, my cunt lips were stretching around his girth as he was already reaching places no man had ever been before. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire ten inches were in me to the hilt; his balls resting on my ass.

Jamal laid on me, kissing me with his cock buried in my pussy as he allowed my pussy to adjust to his huge invader. Slowly, Jamal began withdrawing his cock and pushing back in. Soon, he was smoothly sliding his cock in and out of my wet pussy. Above the noise of my sobbing and whimpering I could hear Jamal grunting and groaning as he began fucking me with increased vigor. Soon, I exploded in my first real orgasm ever as I felt his huge club pushing deep towards my womb. What a climax that was as I writhed under Jamal's onslaught. Stars flashed before my eyes. I gasped and squealed as Jamal lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. I was panting as he heaved himself against me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me.

It was fantastic having such a large, powerful cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my pussy. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at Jamal's back. It felt as if the whole world was spinning round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples felt as if they were on fire. Through both climax’s, Jamal continued to fuck me. Then, Jamal's thrusting got faster; jerkier and more violent. I was sliding up and down the bed under his relentless pounding. Then his monstrous cock began to throb and jump inside me; I knew that he was about to come. He plunged hard into me once last time and I came again as I felt his hot spunk shooting out and going deep into my womb. He continued to deposit his virile seed deep inside me for what seemed like several minutes. When he finally stopped pumping, I could feel his heavy balls resting against the back of my thighs. It was then I remembered about the condoms, but it was far too late to worry by that point. And anyway, it had been a greater turn-on for me to know that I could get pregnant!

We lay together, his now semi-hard cock still inside me. I had my legs spread wide apart. I felt warm and satisfied as Jamal ran his hands over my thighs and stocking-tops up to my breasts. Our lips joined, and I sucked eagerly on his tongue as my fingers twisted through his curly hair. Soon, I felt his cock getting iron-hard inside me. It was frightening to feel the power in his cock as he stared humping into me again, driving the breath from by body with the force of his thrusts. I sobbed and sighed as I came again, my whole body throbbing and tingling as I gave myself to him totally and unconditionally. God, it was good!

Our lodger turned out to be a twenty year old foreign exchange student attending the local university from England named Jamal, who was black. It was also Alan who decided to have a vasectomy two years before following the birth of our second child; otherwise, I would have been on the pill.

It all started when Alan came dashing down the stairs one morning, blurting out, "God! You should have seen what I've just saw! He's the answer to a nymphomaniac's prayers!" Alan went on to tell me that he'd just seen Jamal naked in the bathroom. Alan said that Jamal had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. "I bet he'd make you eyes water!" said Alan. "He'd have you on your knees begging for more." Little did Alan know just how prophetic he was.

Alan had often said how much he'd like to see me being fucked by another man. I'd never thought he was serious before and always laughed it off. Even though he never said, I think he was envisioning me fucking Jamal. However, when Alan said he'd get a pack of condoms to have handy, he had me worried.

I'm thirty-five with two children. We'd been married seven years; it was a shotgun wedding. In that time, I could have given Alan his wish many times, as I'd had lots of offers. I have nice long legs, and a good figure (34C-25-34); my breasts are still firm enough that I don't need to wear a bra; I have a full bush that is trimmed at the bikini line for swim suit season. I stand 5’4 with brown hair and brown eyes. Despite all temptations, I stayed faithful.

As the semester was coming to an end, Jamal enquired about hosting a party for a few of his friends to celebrate. Alan and I agreed. Alan took this as an opportunity to fulfill his fantasy. He hinted he wanted me to dress up for the party and see what happened. Against my better judgment, I allowed Alan to take me shopping where he bought me a tight black mini-skirt and a fancy white, practically see-through blouse. He also insisted on buying sheer, black-seamed stockings, tiny black briefs, and one of those fancy black garter belts. Then it was off to buy a pair of four inch, stiletto-heeled shoes. To complete the preparations, Alan stopped at the drugstore and bought a pack of condoms.

On the way home, Alan told me that he'd overheard Jamal on the phone telling one of his friends that “he wouldn't mind screwing his sexy landlady and described how he would love to have her long legs wrapped around his back”. Upon hearing that, my pussy tingled and my juices started to flow at the thought. The question then became, would I actually go through with this fantasy of his?

The party was a great success, and I really enjoyed the attention that the guys paid to me, much to the dismay of the young ladies in attendance. Whether I walked or sat, my legs and tits were on constant display thanks to the outfit Alan had bought for me to wear. I was actually enjoying being the center of attention for all those handsome young men. At the end of the evening, Alan offered to drive home those who lived furthest away. Alan whispered to me, "I'll stay away as long as you want, just leave the bedroom light on so I know he's with you. That way I won't disturb you while you're doing it. The rubbers are on the nightstand beside the bed. Don't forget them." Then he walked out, leaving me alone with Jamal. My mind was in a whirl, a combination of the couple glasses of wine I had had and the hot talk Alan had been feeding me about Jamal.

Jamal helped me tidy up, and then I went to my bedroom. Sure enough, there beside the bed was the pack of condoms with a note saying "Go on Jenny, enjoy yourself." That was my moment of truth. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head as I picked up that little carton; could I make love to Jamal? Would I? What would it feel like having another man fuck me, and a black man at that! I'd heard all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men's cocks. Was it true? I'd been faithful to Alan for seven years and only two other guys before we met; surely one little fling wouldn't hurt; after all, it was Alan who wanted me to commit adultery.

After much deliberation, I finally decided: No, I must remain faithful. It was a close call, and my body trembled with the thought of what might have been: Jamal between my legs with his gigantic cock deep in my pussy. I put the condoms away, sat on the bed, and began unbuttoning my blouse. I had so nearly succumbed to my husband's wishes.

Just then, Jamal knocked on the door. He had a very sad look on his face. I asked him what was wrong. He said his girlfriend had left with another man. My motherly instincts took over. I had him sit on the bed beside me and I cuddled him close. That was my downfall. My mind was filled with all that Alan had said about Jamal's big cock; my pussy tingled, and I turned to jelly between my legs, flooding my panties with my love-juices. The heat of Jamal's body turned me on even more till I couldn’t resist it no more. I turned his face up to mine; putting my lips to his; pushing my tongue into his mouth.

My husband became interested in the idea of cuckolding around 2005 and mentioned the concept to me. To be honest I wasn't sure what to make of it at the time. We had been swingers for a couple of years but the idea of a bull and him being playing a more submissive and passive role was alien to me. To provide clarification my cuck (and make no mistake that is what he is) has a cock a little over eight inches that he's quite skilled with, his tongue is without equal, he's a former football player and MMA fighter and he's a type A personality. In short, from what I have been able to gather here, he'd make an outstanding bull for a lot of couples.

I joined this site sometime in 06 or 07 (I'm too lazy to look it up) at his insistence with more than a bit of trepidation. While swinging was a great addition to our sex life I didn't foresee a situation where a man could make me his that wasn't my husband. I was tentative and he was frustrated. I couldn't understand or fathom what he could see in this lifestyle choice and I honestly didn't believe I would ever find a lover to push my buttons the way he was able to almost at will.

For several years I kept a black lover and while he was a little bigger and excellent in bed all I could do was play along. He was good, no doubt about that, and I had fun with him but if given a choice I'd have taken my husband any day of the week. I posted here and there on this site but I still didn't get it. Whatever made the hubby happy I was cool with.

Well my black lover got remarried and our relationship came to an end. My husband and I decided it was time for me to start searching again. I auditioned several guys, including a gentleman with a full ten inches, and it was more of the same. While it was fun, if given my choice, my husband was the better lover. I don't want any of you to misunderstand, I had a great time and would do it again tomorrow night but I wasn't exactly blown away. To reiterate my cuck is hard to beat.

In early August we had set a date with Mr. 10 inch and at the last minute he had to back out. Fumbling around for last second replacements (we had the sitter lined up and the weekend free... why waste it?) I found a guy that I had basically blown off before. It's not that he wasn't attractive (I mean who is going to complain about tall, dark skinned and handsome?) just that he didn't seem to have what I was looking for (read that as a massive cock). Everything lined up, he was available and I needed another cock (while I may not have understood the cuckold thing I have always craved variety in lovers. I wasn't meant to be a one man woman and if that makes me a slut... well guilty as charged).

I could go into a long explanation of his showing up and first impressions and all that but I'll abbreviate for you guys as I'm sure you're not overly interested in my ramblings. This new guy was sexy but when clothes came off I was unimpressed with his cock. It wasn't as big as my cuck's and it had an odd shape that wasn't exactly visually appealing. But here I was with a naked man in front of me and my clothes were discarded somewhere on the floor so what the hell? We began with some kissing and then oral sex. So far he was so-so. Not bad but not amazing either. I had a hard time to begin with sucking his cock because the twisted shape threw me off but what I lacked in confidence I made up for with effort. At this point I'm thinking "Well if he's bad at least I get to be a naughty bitch tonight." This went on for a few minutes and then thankfully he rolled me onto my back, gentle but assertive and I spread my legs, still thinking that the biggest thrill of the night was I was getting a new cock.

I couldn't have been more wrong. Something about the curve in his cock hit me perfect, right on the elusive G-spot and within seconds I was cumming in a way I never thought possible. My cuck later said he thought at first I was faking it because I was so over the top in my reaction. I can't tell you how many times I came that night because I lost count in the first ten minutes but I can tell you that I squirted for the first time. Before he walked out the door, hell before he came, I knew what this lifestyle was all about. Sexually I belong to that man and while my husband is an outstanding lover, and far better at oral sex, he's not even a close second. There is no close second. My pussy was made to be fucked by THAT cock.

I've been with him twice more since then and while my husband videoed the second meeting it was too dark and didn't turn out (he's tried to rip the audio from the recording and post it here but the file is too large. It's too bad too because I can't believe how loud I am ). Next weekend we're meeting at his place and it looks like my cuck will be crashing on the couch catching College Football Final while I crash out exhausted in my bull's bed. I'm hoping he can take some video or at least a few snap shots for you guys.

I hope I wasn't overly boring and didn't put you guys to sleep. And I know (from what I have read) that most of you guys are obsessed with size but sometimes it's the shape that makes all the difference.

Kisses, Bamabelle