“What do you get out of this? I mean aside from the obvious,” I asked.
Bob smiled. “I like fucking pretty young white wives and giving them what they’ve most likely never had before. It’s a major turn-on. And, to be honest, I really enjoy turning white wives and you white husbands out into the cuckold lifestyle. It’s a power thing, knowing that you guys are watching your wives fucking a black guy like they’ve never fucked you.”
I frowned. “Does this kind of thing happen a lot?”
Bob shrugged. “More than you think. In my case, I only fuck white wives or girlfriends in committed relationships like Lisa and Ted, and I get all the white pussy I want. I won’t play with cheating wives, though. I believe both partners need to be upfront about what’s happening.”
“Have any of the couples regretted it or quit doing it?” I asked.
“I think some of the husbands may have regretted asking their wives to do it, yes. They got more than they bargained for, perhaps. But as far as I know, none of the couples I’ve been with have left the lifestyle,” Bob said in reply.
Bob went to the kitchen and came back with a small sterling silver platter. On it, he’d arranged six small brownies.
“Ganja brownies,” he explained. “I know Kaitlyn’s a runner and I figured she wouldn’t want to smoke, so I made these.” He offered the tray to Kait, who popped one in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed.
“Delicious,” she said, and took another one and, before Bob could stop her, ate it in one bite. Bob grinned.
“You need to be careful, my dear, these are really potent,” he admonished.
Kait laughed and said “Oh come on, they’re just little brownies.” She grabbed another off the tray and ate it, as if to prove a point, but Bob took the tray back to the kitchen.
“Party pooper,” Kait complained.
“Give it about 15 minutes and see how you feel,” Bob replied.
We drank some wine and chatted and I shortly began to notice that I was feeling pretty stoned. In fact, very stoned. I’d had one brownie, and Kait had scarfed down three. She obviously was feeling it too — her eyelids were half closed, her eyes unfocused, and she was having a hard time standing up straight.
“I need to get something,” Bob said, and left the room.
I put my arm around Kait, and she smiled and kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was ragged. Whatever else she was feeling, she was clearly horny and not at all shy about showing it.
Bob came back with a mirror and a small silver container, and tapped out a small mound of what I assumed was cocaine.
“Kait needs this or she’s likely to pass out from the brownies. This’ll wake her back up,” he said as he chopped out two lines and gave my wife a silver straw to use.
I’d never in my life seen Kait use coke, but she snorted a line up each nostril.
“Wowee!” she said, “that’s really good coke!”
I was already finding things about my wife I’d never dreamed of before. Bob laid out two lines for me, and I followed suit. The coke went straight to my brain, my nose went numb, and my cock instantly got rock hard. Bob did a couple of lines, and then laid out one more for Kait, who eagerly snorted it.
“That’s all for now,” Bob said. “We don’t want to overdo this.”
Kait was clearly feeling antsy and speedy from the three lines. “Show me the house,” she said to Bob, and he ushered her out of the room. As they left, I saw he had his hand on her ass and was rubbing it. She leaned against him.
I started to follow, but Kait wagged a finger. “No, sweetie, you stay here for a few minutes.”
I didn’t wait all that long. I gave them about 20 minutes, which felt more like an hour, and then wandered around the first floor and, not finding them, went upstairs to what I assumed were the bedrooms. They were pretty easy to find. I heard whispers, soft sounds, and then a moan, followed by a distinct “Oh!” from Kait.
They were in Bob’s bedroom, the door wide open. Bob was on his back, his 10 inch thick black cock standing straight up. Kait was completely naked, on her knees straddling him and facing the doorway, away from Bob. The head of his cock was already in her, her outer labia stretched taut by his size. I saw to my surprise that she had shaved her pussy completely bare; it glistened with her wetness. She was raised up as she struggled to take Bob’s cock, gently moving up and down to lubricate him and let herself open up to his size.
“Fuck, that’s really big,” she said, as she rocked back and forth.
She moaned and I could see more of Bob’s black cock slipping into her. Each time she raised up and slowly lowered herself, she relaxed a bit more, and another inch went in. From where I stood, it looked like she had managed about 6 inches, then 7. Bob had his hands around her waist supporting her, but then began pushing her down.
Kait moaned, then said “Ohh, fuuuuck it’s going in!” and sat back as I could see Bob’s cock sliding all the way in.
Kait rested, panting, and then slowly lifted herself up so about half of Bob’s cock slid out. This time, when she pushed her hips down, he slid in smoothly. She ground her pussy down on Bob’s cock and started panting and moaning, riding him faster and harder. In no time at all, it seemed, she reached orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it’s so gooooood. Oh yeah, baby, I’m cumming!” she groaned.
Kait’s whole body shook with the force of her climax, which went on and on, seeming to peak and slow down and then peak again. At last, she settled back with a sigh. I was mesmerized. Here was my beautiful wife fucking another man right in front of me. A black man, no less, with a huge cock, and she’d just had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen her reach.
Bob started lifting Kait up and down while thrusting forward with his cock, which now slid in and out much more easily. Instead of climbing off, as Kait always did after an orgasm with me, she closed her eyes and started rocking back and forth again.
“Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me with your huge black cock. It feels so good!” she moaned.
I could hear a slurping noise as Bob slid in and out of her wetness and she rode him. Kaitlyn moaned deeply, and then looked right at me. She smiled and lifted her right hand in the cuckold horn sign.
“That’s right, baby, you’ve just been cuckolded by a black bull who’s fucking me better than you ever have. I hope you’re happy, ’cause I sure am,” she leered.
Then she turned to Bob and asked him to fuck her in the missionary position so she could take his cum as deeply as possible. Bob willingly obliged, and a moment later, Kait was on her back with her legs wrapped around him as he stroked in and out of her. I’d never seen her so wet. Bob was now able to easily slide his cock in and out of her pussy in a regular rhythm. She moaned and grunted as he rode her. Suddenly her feet curled and I could see her butt starting to clench and I knew she was coming again.
“Ohhh, godddddd” was all she said, but I could see her entire body spasming as she rode the waves of her orgasm. Again, her climax seemed to last for minutes.
When she spiraled down, she lay limply under Bob, who slowly withdrew. I could see Kaitlyn’s pussy gaping open obscenely when he pulled out. It stayed that way, too.
“Go and get the coke,” Bob instructed.
I found it where he’d left it, and returned. He then instructed me to lay out 2 lines and bring them over. I held the mirror while Kait snorted the lines, which had the desired effect, waking her from her post-coital stupor.
“Come and fuck me some more, Bob, but this time I want you to pump me full of sperm,” Kait demanded.
Bob obliged with vigor, pounding my wife’s pussy without restraint. I could tell he was getting close. Kait was getting vlose again, too.
“Come on, baby, fill my womb with cum,” she urged.
Bob was having none of it. Expertly, he pumped Kait right to the edge of an orgasm, but then stopped her just short and backed off, leaving her gasping in frustration. Then he would start in again and bring her to the point of climax without letting her go over. She was drenched in sweat, and voiced her frustration. “Beg for it,” was all Bob said.
Kait — my reserved Kait — whispered “Please.”
Bob didn’t move. “Please what?”
“Do it,” Kait panted.
“Do what?” Bob was almost taunting her now.
“Make me cum and fill my white married pussy up with your hot black cum,” Kait pleaded.
“Not until you tell Rick,” Bob replied.
“Oh, God, you bastard, tell him what?” Kait squirmed in frustration.
“That you love cucking him with black dick,” Bob said. It was a demand, not a request.
Kait looked me right in the eye. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I love you, but I’m crazy about black dick. I’ve never ever been fucked this good, and I love making you watch me cuck you,” she said. Then she looked at Bob and, pleadingly, begged, “Now fuck me and fill my cunt, you bastard!”
Bob finally drove himself all the way into her. Faster and faster he pumped as I could see Kait holding on for dear life. Her mouth was open as she gasped for air, and I could tell she was having a nearly continual orgasm. Finally, I could see his buttocks clench as he came.
“Fill me up,” Kait wailed as she came with him.
Bob grunted and drove in as deep as he possibly could, finally relaxing in satiation. Finished with his climax, Bob slowly withdrew his still-tumescent cock, making sure I could see everything. I stared in astonishment as what seemed like an impossible amount of semen flowed out of my wife’s gaping pussy.
Kait smiled with satisfaction. “That was the best fuck I have ever had in my entire life,” she said. “Tonight was my first black dick, but it sure won’t be the last.”
Is there a moral here, some larger warning for couples? I honestly don’t know. The experience was transformative, certainly. Kait’s become a much more sexually assertive person, taking her pleasures from Bob and her other black lovers.
We’re closer than we’ve ever been, and while getting cuckolded by my wife hasn’t hurt our marriage, it’s certainly changed the dynamic between us. We still fuck, and our lovemaking is more intense than ever. It’s just that it happens only when her beautiful pussy is drooling with another guy’s cum load.
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