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MSC Ch. 01

By: hubbyhw



Back after an eight month hiatus with chapter 1 of MSC. Hope you have half the fun reading it as I did writing it. What I didn't enjoy was the editing. Editing your own story is like being your wife's gynecologist. A big thanks however to all who have offered to help 'clean up' my tales. 

Awesome to total up all the times my loving stories of interracial exhibitionist/voyeur cuckold couples have been read, by you, the reader...332,428. If there is strength in numbers you have indeed shown strength with a big thumbs up to the most erotic of all sexual orientations. As always if you wish to comment, you need to go through the trouble of personally emailing me.

Bill



MSC (Midwest Sexuality Clinic)

"Don't forget your test answer sheet," Heather reminded as she and Scott hurried out of the house running a bit late for their first meeting with Dr. Kepler a staff psychologist at the MSC.

"Got it right here dear," Scott said waiving the envelope containing his answers. "I don't suppose I have to ask if you have yours?"

"It's in my purse," Heather replied as Scott backed the car out of the driveway.

Heather and Scott had been married for nineteen years, their twin daughters, Staci and Beth, moved away from home six months ago attending an out of state college turning them into empty nesters. Scott, 49, is ten years older than Heather, who by anyone's standards, is an exceptionally attractive auburn hair beauty standing 5'9" and weighing a scant one hundred and thiry pounds kept fit by her job as a flight attendant. Scott is a tenured full professor on the faculty of the state university teaching anthropology. 

Meeting in college Heather became pregnant with the twins at the end of her sophomore year the very first time she and Scott made love. Scott was a graduate assistant at the time in Heather's anthropology 101 course, while also working on finishing his PhD. dissertation. As luck would have it he earned his diploma and landed his first teaching assignment the month the twins were born.

Both love each other deeply and the joy of raising their two beautiful girls together. Heather was a house wife. church volunteer, and soccer mom for the girls when they were growing up but when they started high school she decided she needed to do something for herself. Combining her love of travel with a job she became a fight attendant for a major carrier based out of the city they live in. 

Their sex life, which had been wonderful for the first ten years, had been slowly losing passion which Scott dismissed as simply getting older. Heather on the other hand felt something was missing in their marriage and arranged for them to be evaluated at the MSC which Scott willingly agreed to.

"If they can teach a fifty year old dog new tricks, I'm all for learning." Scott say when Heather informed him about the clinic.

During the first meeting the thirty question sexual compatibility survey, which was taken privately by each of them, would be scored and referenced to the other's response by Dr. Kepler along with conducting a life stage evaluation.

Meeting Dr. Kepler, Scott was taken back by how young (35) and attractive she was expecting someone who looked more like Sigmund Freud. The Nordic blonde sexual behaviorist stood almost six feet tall in her red pumps which perfectly complemented her gray skirt and sweater vest which bulged a bit showing off a small baby bump.

"You must be Heather and Scott?" Dr. Kepler said with a most attractive warm smile, "My name is Paula Kepler, but I go by Polly. I'm so happy you decided to come in today, our clinic now over fifteen years old, has helped literally thousands of couples deal with declining sexual function." 

Won't you please sit down."

"Did you bring your answered survey questions?"

Both Heather and Scott nodded and handed their answer sheets to Polly, noticing the rather large wedding ring on her finger.

"Great, Samuel, could you come in here for a second?" Polly asked leaning into an adjacent office.

"Samuel is my assistant and while we're talking he will score and reference your survey answers so I can have a better understanding of how I can help you bring back the sexual spark in your marriage."

"So you prefer we call you Polly rather than Dr. Kepler?" Heather asked.

"I insist on it, we're all friends here. I want you both to be as relaxed as you can. It's natural to be defensive about certain aspects of sexuality which might be considered 'taboo', but I assure you there is nothing you can tell me that I haven't heard a dozen times before. The more open and receptive you are to each other, and with me, the better we all can make your marriage work. In a perfect world you'll leave the clinic program both feeing like newly weds."

"Above all let's not judge each other. Also don't reject any suggestions I will make out of hand before you give it serious thought. I know what has worked for other couples and I want it to work for you."

Heather and Scott looked at each other smiling, both thinking the clinic will help their marriage and be interesting and exciting at the same time. Somehow they instinctively trusted 'Dr. Polly' who said all the right things making them feel comfortable and assuring them she had their best interests at heart.

Samuel walked into the room and again he was nothing like what Scott expected, a young well built very black African American who looked like he played fullback in college. He commanded a presence well beyond his twenty six years with his shaved head and clean shaven face save a pencil thin mustache and goatee which must take him fifteen minutes every morning to get right.

"Sam, I'd like you to meet Heather and Scott," Polly said handing the survey questions to Sam.

Scott rose to shake Sam's large powerful hand that all but encircled his and then introduced Heather as his lovely wife with a presentational hand gesture.

"Indeed she is, most lovely," Sam said bending down kissing the hand he held.

"Pleasure to meet you Sam." Heather said with a sparkle in her eye, "How long have you worked with Dr, Kepler, I mean Polly?"

"Since last year after graduating with a bachelors from UCLA in Human Sexuality. I'm working now as Polly's intern, building up my resume with a couple of years of field experience before I begin my masters."

"How exciting it must be for you." Heather said, as Scott watched his wife's face brightening up telling him she was very much enjoying her conversation with Sam. Sending out an unconscious sexual signal, Heather re-crossing her long shapely legs which instinctively caused Sam to look down. Heather responded to his gaze by modestly pulling down on her skirt which had ridden up a couple of inches too high.

"It really is," Sam continued, not missing a beat, "the cases I work with Polly on are fascinating, but the real enjoyment is helping couples finding the lost passion they once had for each other." Sam continued, "I'll run your tests, cross reference the answers and be back shortly with the results."

"Great, thanks Sam." Polly said, directing Heather and Scott to sit on the couch while she sat on the matching love seat.

"Well it looks like you two have many great thinks going for you in your marriage." Polly said looking over the notes about them which Heather had provided earlier.

"Two beautiful children, a lovely home, and both with career occupations you enjoy." I have a very nice foundation to work with," Polly smiled, and then asked rather surprisingly--"Do you love each other?"

Scott was the first to answer almost before Polly finished asking the question, "She's my life, I'd do anything for her. If a person is lucky they have one great love in their life and Heather is mine!", while squeezing Heather's hand to make his words all the more sincere.

"I love this man, he is the only man I've ever known, and the man who I want to grow old with. He is both a loving husband and also a loving father who has a great relationship with both our daughters who still view themselves as 'daddies little girls'," Heather said squeezing Scott's hand back.

"That's wonderful, so why are you here?" Polly asked.

"Well I think it is a combination of a lot of things coming together all at once." Heather said.

"Go on, please." Polly said facilitating Heather to continue talking.

"Well for one thing the girls are gone, leaving Scott and I with the question where do we want our marriage to go from here? Also I'm turning forty which means I'm going into middle age whether I like it or not." Heather laughed.

"Anything else?"

"Well we don't make love nearly as much as we use to and when we do it's more like performing a task than being swept up in ecstasy. After the girls left I thought our love life would pick up but it hasn't and that is the main reason why we are here." 

"What about you Scott, do you agree with Heather? Anything you would like to add?"

"I agree completely with what Heather said, and I'm as disappointed in our sex life as she it. I told myself it was because I'm getting a bit older, but now see that I was covering up a problem using age as an excuse."

"Being completely honest, I'm having a more difficult time having a hard, high quality erection, and then keeping it for any length of time."

"I understand totally where you are coming from, at fifty you are thirty years past your sexual peak. You know of course that we could set you up for a medical checkup and have the doctor prescribe enhancement pharmaceuticals." Polly offered.

"I really don't want to go the drug route. I'd be much happier if my brain could supply my penis with blood rather than a chemical reaction." Scott replied, looking over at Heather while reaching for her hand.

"With Scott's problem sometimes I feel he doesn't desire me as much as he use to, even though I know he loves me even more as the years go by." Heather adding, "his lack of desire has negatively affected me by lowering my libido making it harder for me to orgasm, and when I do cum it's a one and done rather than the incredible multiples I use to experience. I'm also with Scott wanting him to have a natural erection rather than sticking a chemical dick inside me."

"Most interesting, and my I say your situation is very common in couples your age as they become wrapped up in their careers and children's lives forgetting what brought them together in the first place--sexual excitement. The old expression familiarity breeds contempt isn't true for most marriages but rather boredom." Polly summarized.

"So there's hope I can get my multiples back and Scott can develop a quality erection and stay hard?" Heather asked.

"Once we get the results back from your tests we'll work together to find a solution to both your sexual problems. While I can't give you a guarantee you've given me every indication that the clinic's program will greatly improve your marriage." Polly stated.

"Of course, whatever you suggest we do we'll certainly try." said Scott.

"I'd do anything to set our marriage back ten years," Heather said, and for emphasis to show Polly how desperate she was to rekindle the spark repeated...anything.

"Oh good, Sam is back with your results," Polly said taking the papers from Sam who gave a devilish smirk of a smile to both Heather and Scott before turning and going back into his office.

"According to the overall results you both have a high degree of sexuality, which gives us a wonderful foundation to work with." Polly said looking over the results while marking comments next to selected questions.

"Before I being getting into specifics, I'm assuming you took the test in private, as you were instructed?"

"Yes, that is correct." Heather said. "I don't know a single answer Scott put down and he doesn't know any of my answers."

"That is correct, we took the test in different rooms and then sealed them in the envelope provided," Scott confirmed.

"I'm also assuming that the answers to the questions you both gave are factual in what you think, believe, have done, and fantasize about. Is that correct."

Both Heather and Scott looked at each other, looked back at Polly, and then nodded their heads in the affirmative.

"Good, now if I read a question and give Heather's response your not going to be shocked by it, are you Scott? Remember the person whose answer I'm reading is the love of your life. Can you be both completely understanding and supportive?"

"Yes, I promise I will be," Scott said getting a bit of a chubby anticipating what he would be learning about Heather.

"Same question to you Heather, are you going to be completely understanding and supportive?"

"I will, it takes two to make a marriage, and I need to understand Scott's sexuality completely to make our marriage work for both of us."

"Well said by both of you. Let's begin by going over the important questions which you share commonality and differences."

"For question #1...'Are you willing to perform sexual acts you have never performed?' You both marked YES."

"Question #6...'I love wearing (wife) / buying (husband), lingerie and other sexy clothes.' You both marked YES."

"Question #9...'Do you desire sexual experiences which are both thrilling and considered 'taboo' by most people?' Again you both marked YES."

"Question #12...'Are you willing to consider adding a third person when having sex?' You both marked YES.

"Heather on question #20...'Do you consider yourself an exhibitionist'? On a scale of 1 lowest to 10 highest, you replied 10."

"Scott on question #21...'Do you consider yourself a voyeur'? On a scale of 1 - 10, you replied 10."

"Scott on question #22...'What is the one thing you would change about yourself?' You replied the size of my dick."

"Heather your reply to question #22 was, letting go of my inhibitions and becoming more sexually liberated."

"Heather answering question #24...'Do you ever fantasize about making love to someone else while having sex with your spouse?' answered. YES, but it's interesting Scott answering the same question said NO."

"Was that an honest reply Scott, you never fantasize, it's always just Heather and you in bed together in your mind?" Polly inquired doubtfully.

"I didn't say I don't fantasize, but never about being with another woman. I always fantasize about Heather being with another man." Scott confirmed.

"So when your making love to your wife your always pretending your someone else?" Polly followed up, adding, "Voyeuring yourself as another man making love to your own wife?"

"Yes."

"I assume you know the name of the sexual orientation which finds vicarious sexually satisfaction in wife sharing, while remaining faithful to her?" Polly asked.

"Yes, I desire to be a cuckold." Scott said looking down not knowing how Heather would respond to his confession.

"How does that make you feel Heather, in Scott wanting you to make him cuckold?" Polly asked.

"Both good that Scott doesn't want anyone else, and also a bit turned on having been fucked by all these other guys Scott pretended to be...who I didn't even know were fucking me." Heather laughed.

"So Scott are you proposing to Heather that you would like a cuckold marriage arrangement with Heather having sex with other men while you remain faithful to her?"

"Well most definitely yes to the faithful part, and yes and no to the other men part?" Scott replied rather sheepishly.

Heather then looked at Scott quizzically asking him under what conditions or circumstances he would be okay with allowing another man to have sex with her.

"Heather, I think Scott gave us the answer in his reply to the last question on the survey, #30, didn't you Scott?" Polly smiled, "Would you please read the question and your answer to Heather?" Polly instructed.

"Sure--question #30... 'In a single sentence describe your most powerful fantasy.' "My answer was: To watch my beautiful wife being fucked by a black man, who has a very big thick cock, and then make love after he cums inside her."

"Whenever I have sex with Heather I first pretend I'm a very dark black man with a huge cock, and then after he cums I'm me again, replacing his sperm with my own." Scott continued letting go of his last secret, Heather and Polly now knew everything.

Heather's mouth dropped open, utterly speechless, and then started uncontrollably laughing.

Polly joined in on the laughter with Scott completely clueless about what was going on between them. Scott thought his requesting that Heather not only cuckold him, but cuckold him only with blacks has sent them both over the top laughing at him.

Polly composed herself and apologized to Scott for laughing assuring him they weren't laughing at him but rather by how incredibly well Heather and his sexuality were lining up. Polly then asked Heather if she would read her answer to question #30.

"Of course, it will be easy now, Heather said wiping away tears of laugher. My answer was: To have sex with a black stranger who I meet on one of my flights in front of my husband while he plays with himself with one hand and strokes my hair with the other."

Now it was Scott's turn to have his mouth and jaw to drop completely open as if he'd been informed he won the Power Ball grand prize.

I told you as soon as we had your test results I was almost positive we could find a solution for your problem, and now I'm 100% sure of it." Polly smiled, very satisfied that she can be helpful knowing now that they are in a loving respectful marriage, Heather is an exhibitionist, Scott a voyeur, Heather wants to fuck black guys, and Scott wants to watch.

"Scott to make it perfectly clear to Heather what your fantasize about, could you please walk us through a favorite fantasy scenario of yours as it plays out in your head while your making love to Heather?"

"Okay, but you both promise not to be shocked or hold what I tell you against me, after all my fantasize is what enable me to ejaculate and satisfy myself."

"There is no judgment in this room Scott, only understanding and support, Isn't that correct Heather?" Polly both stated and asked.

"Completely, I want to know what your thinking. When I make dinner for us I often think what you would like, it would be better if you simply told me. The same goes for our sexual life...what do you want me to do to make our sex life better for you, Scott?"

"Okay, this is what I want, but know will never happen! Heather is poolside at a resort in summer. As luck would have it a black fraternity is also at the resort using the resort as a pre-rush week party trying to line up the pledge class for the fall opening of the school year. An active member walking by the pool notices Heather sunning herself wearing a micro gold bikini and a hotwife anklet. He strikes up a conversation with her while I'm busy on a conference call in our room.

The active member, Darius, tells Heather what a great looking MILF she is, and when Heather takes it as a complement rather than being offended the active asks Heather if she could help him out tonight with a party they are throwing for the prospective pledges.

...I image the conversation between the two of them would run something like this.

"So how can I help you, Darius?" Health asked leaning forward so Darius could have a better view of her cleavage.

"There are two black fraternities on campus so we're in competition with each other to fill our house. I'm going to be completely honest, there is nothing that fills a black house quicker than white pussy. As social chairman I want you to hostess a party tonight for five of our prospective pledges. I promise you a good time, and if your anklet says what I think it does so will your hubby."

"So is he invited as well?"

"Sure is, we have two other cuck hubbies and their wives coming tonight. With ten actives and five pledges the math is pretty simple. The hubs of course are welcome after all we're counting on them to tend bar and clean up all the creamy spills," Darius said laughing at his own wit.


MSC Ch. 01



"So my job is to make the pledges happy while the other hotwives take care of the actives, is that the plan?" 

"Sure is my precious, you're the pick of the litter, so you get the 18-19 year old to be freshmen, some who have probably never fucked a white woman in their lives. You give them a good ride tonight, we can count on their signatures come fall. It'll be fun and a chance for you to play a black Mr. Robinson, bet you have a couple of kids our age?" 

"Yes, two girls both nineteen."

"Well isn't that special, you can pretend you're one of your daughters tonight getting blacked cocked for the first time at a house party we are throwing. Isn't every day a mommy can turn back the clock nineteen years to being her own daughter," Darius laughed.

"If your really good tonight I'll give you list of all our chapters all across the United States with the phone number of each of social chairman so anytime your lonely friendship is only a phone call away. Travel much?"

"All the time, I'm a flight attendant."

"YOU A STEW? Holly shit, the bros are going to go fucking nuts over you. Did you bring along your uniform? It would be great if you could change out of hostess lingerie after the first go around and the bros could pop you wearing a cute little cap or something." Darius said rubbing his groin area of his swimsuit as his cock told him it needed some flight time.

"Sorry but we're on vacation, I didn't bring it with me."

"Damn, but that's all right, maybe next time."

"Maybe."

"Okay, so tonight we're in suite 700B, show up at 8:00 wearing nothing you'll have to take off. I'm sure your bubby knows how to dress you for hostess duty."

"That he does, we'll see you at 8:00."

The story of course continues with me dressing Heather for the party and her taking fifteen loads from all the pledges. Each pledge of course comes up to me and shakes my hand after dropping his load telling me how lucky I am to have her. After the last pledge has drained his balls for the last time it's now my turn to fuck Heather's cloud pussy and add my sperm to theirs while the whole fraternity is cheering me on."

"My Scott that is some fantasy. I don't know if I've ever run across one so rich and involved. Why did you call Heather's pussy a cloud?" Polly asked.

"Because I don't feel any friction at all."

"Interesting you should mention that Scott. A non-cuckold male would almost invariably opt for a tight cunt over a loose one, often convincing his wife to undergo painful vaginal reconstruction after bearing their children to increase the friction feeling he needs for ejaculation. A few, with a pedophilia fetish, even request she be reduced down to an adolescent size." 

"A cuckold male on the other hand will greatly favor his wife's loose pussy, provided of course it had been stretched out by her black lover and lubricated with his cum before he inserts. A cuckold husband once told me it felt like he was fucking a bowl of heavenly warm vanilla pudding."

"Your gang-bang fetish is a reflection of this. The more lovers Heather has at one time means the more stretched her pussy would be and the greater the amount of black cum you would sink your dick into." Polly deduced.

"I never thought of it that way, but thinking about it your probably correct." Scott said, glad for the insight Dr. Polly provided.

"Is Heather experiencing orgasms during this fantasy acting a cum dumpster filling up her pool to plunge your small dick into?" Polly inquired.

"Oh absolutely. It wouldn't be a fantasy of mine if Heather was counting tiles on the ceiling, or worst yet feeling pain. In my fantasy the pledges have to wear ear plugs to protect against her constant orgasmic screaming."

"So Scott it's not Heather just having sex with one black man but many in gang-bang that turns you on?" Polly asked making notes on his answer sheet.

"No, the gang-bang is my ultimate fantasy I have others which have her taking on a single black lover." 

"So are her lovers always black in your fantasizes?"

"Always, and the blacker the better. Some fantasizes involve us taking expeditions into deepest darkest Africa as missionaries or researchers."

"What about being young?"

"Yes young is important, along with being intelligent, well-groomed, respectful and appreciative fucking a white woman for the first time in their lives. Again all traits found in black fraternity members."

"So in a perfect fantasy world Heather and you travel around the country on weekends gang-banging the black freshmen pledge class of each chapter? By my math fucking over five hundred a year with an average class size of ten."

"That does sound a bit excessive, how about once a month," Scott laughed. The way I view our marriage is that Heather and I represent a steam locomotive. To build up steam and make our marriage hot we need pieces of black coal thrown into the hopper. Once those pieces are burned up we need new ones to keep the fire burning."

"Well now I'm getting a little pissed off." Heather said.

"How so?" Polly asked.

"Leaving aside the gang-banging and my pussy being called a hopper, Scott's having all this fun with his fantasy hotwife, who is me, and I'm getting completely left out!. What he's doing is 'cheating on me with me'?" Heather couldn't play the part any longer and started to laugh.

"Be nice if your real wife got to do some of the fun things your imaginary wife does, I've always wanted to go to Africa. From this moment your make believe wife is kicked to the curb, starting today your real wife (me) is also your fantasy wife (me). Any stories marching around in your head are going to be stories that actually happened to me!"

"Wow!" said Scott, "I can live with that!"

"Heather I'm sure Scott would like to hear a fantasy tale of yours." Polly said, with Scott affirming with a head nod.

"Okay, but I'm letting you know at the start it has nothing to do with me gang-banging the basketball team." Heather laughed, with Scott looking up at the ceiling thinking his gang-bang fetish was going to haunt him.

"My nice guy fantasy runs something like this. Being a flight attendant can something be physically challenging, especially when special need passengers need assistance moving from their seats to go to the bathroom while in the air. I'm not a big woman so when I have to assist someone who might weight twice as much as me to become ambulatory it's difficult." 

"Ninety-nine percent of all the other passengers will simply watch me struggle, most thinking it's not their job (which it isn't) or that I don't need help (which I do). Every once in a while a 'Black Prince Charming' will come along and volunteer to help me and create a fantasy...what if."

"On one flight a very attractive middle aged black man named Tony helped me with two special need passengers on a four hour leg which wrapped up my trip until my next report four days later. Together we must have helped these passengers in and out of their seats at least a dozen times. I was the greeter, the FA that stands at the door as people plane and de-plane and tells everyone to have a nice day/evening."

This is where the reality stops and the fantasy kicks in...

Tony walked out saying I looked like I could use a drink, and asked if he could buy me one at the airport bar. For all the help he had given me I couldn't very well say no. Changing out of my FA uniform (we are not allowed to wear it when drinking) I put on a blouse and skirt purposing leaving three buttons on the blouse undone.

One drink become two, and then three with both of us telling each other our life story. Tony, who is forty eight lost his wife of twenty years to cancer in the last year and has his hands full raising his two teenage sons. I of course bring up our teenage daughters and the challenges Scott and I have had so we have a lot in common. Tony is very honest with me saying his terribly misses his wife's companionship, touch, and intimacy saying he had not been with another woman since she passed away.

A favorite Barry White recording of his was playing which he and his wife called 'their song' asking me if I'd dance with him, but would understand if I didn't since I was married. 

...the conversation in my head would then go something like this.

"I'd be happy too, this is one of my favorite songs too, it's super romantic."

"Sure your husband wouldn't mind?"

"The only way he would mind is if I told you no."

"What, that doesn't make any sense at all girl."

"Let's talk about it on the dance floor." 

Taking Tony to the small, dark, in the corner dance floor which was all ours we being to dance with me slowly pulling Tony closer.

"So your husband likes it when you dance with other men?"

"Well yes and no, depends if they are black or not."

"So he would like it knowing I was dancing with you."

"Oh yes, big time." I said pulling Tony still closer to me feeling his rock hard cock in his pants telling me better than words that he wanted to fuck me so there is no reason why this couldn't move forward quickly.

"Thing is we both want you to dance with me. Every once in a while I bring a black gentleman home with me after a flight to spend the night and my husband loves it every time I do."

"So I'm guessing your an interracial cuckold couple and your hubby gets off watching black men have sex you, is that right?"

"Exactly, and I get off making love to black men while being watched by my husband."

"So your the perfect marriage of an exhibitionist wife and voyeur husband?"

"I don't know about perfect, but I love Scott and he loves me, and for this one night we'll both love it if you'd sleep with me." 

"Care to take me home."

"I'd be delighted."

"I'll call and tell him we're coming, anything special you would like to drink? Scott loves to play the part of being a good host to all my black lovers."

"The night of course goes great with Tony and I having orgasm after orgasm with Scott sitting in his chair watching us playing with himself telling me I've never looked sexier having Tony's black cock inside me. Scott encouraging me to fuck Tony enables me to cum much harder on his black cock knowing I'm helping our marriage." 

"In the morning Scott serves us breakfast in bed sleeping next to us while we fuck all night long. Tony thanked us both for having the best time he's had since his wife died and we thank him for being a good lover, spilling his seed inside me six times. That's the first and last time I ever have sex with Tony.

"So Heather in your fantasy you do a favor in offering your body to a nice black man as in kind payment for a favor he did for you?" Polly asked.

"Well there is more to it that that. Being nice sets me up to orgasm with him, so in that respect I'm doing us both a favor having sex with him. I'm not into mercy fucking, I want to orgasm as well." 

"So your fantasy always is about having sex with a nice black man?" Polly followed up.

"Usually, but I'm not hung up on skin color as much as Scott. A nice guy is a nice guy no matter what his skin color is. I'd much rather have a white nice guy dick inside me than a black SOB cock. Still Scott's black only fetish is something I can live with and accommodate, I don't know about the gang-bang part of it."

"On the race issue about 30% of cuckold couples are strictly interracial, with another 30% strictly white, the majority are what dependent upon the bulls personality matching up with the couple." Polly informed. 

"Well you have both given me a great deal to work with. I see many areas where if you compromise with each other it would be very likely that the introduction of black cock into your marriage would dramatically improve both of your sexualities." Polly summarized. 

"From looking at my notes your common points far outweigh you disagreement areas. You both have black fetishes, both want Heather to have sex only once with each black man, both want sex with black strangers, and both want the encounter to be spontaneous rather than arranged. I see minor disagreement in age with Heather favoring older black males and Scott younger bucks. The one major disagreement area I see is between Heather having sex with solo or multiple back partners, and this is a very easy area for you both to compromise on," Polly suggested.

"How so?" Heather asked.

"Start with a single black male having sex with you and then add one more. If that works for you add another. If it doesn't back off to one again. Another thing I would add is that Scott needs to allow time for Heather to get to know her black lover before they have sex." 

"I could work with that," Heather said.

"So could I," Scott instantly responded.

"Another thing you might want to consider Heather is that a gang-bang would play out very well with your exhibitionism. If having Scott watching you is a turn on, imagine what it would be like having four black bulls looking at you stroking their cocks waiting their turn in line to fuck you."

"I hadn't thought about it like that," Heather admitted, while Scott smiled thinking what a wonderful job of counseling Dr. Polly was doing. 

"So how did both of you independently come to the conclusion that black cock is what your marriage needed?" Polly asked clinically.

"I picked up the fetish surfing internet porn." Scott said. "I became to view a black cock like the black dildo on the end table...a marital aid.

I figure if Heather would consent to fucking black strangers, purely sexual with no emotional attachment, we both would enjoy the thrill of a flesh and blood black cock rather than a rubber one. After all, what husband would buy his wife lingerie and shave her pussy only to have her fucked by a petroleum product?"

"I understand what you are telling me Scott. I've heard many times before. You want the thrill and excitement of 'taboo' sex on the weekend and then go back to your normal suburban life. As you know in polite society there hardly isn't anything more 'taboo' than a white man willingly giving up his wife to black men. So Heather how did you come to desire black men?" Polly asked.

"It started about three years ago when one of my good friends, Pam, began running around with black guys after her divorce. Pam is the same age I am and had been married about as long as Scott and I to her husband Charlie. I noticed after her divorce Pam was so much happier than when she was married to Charlie so I asked her why?"

"Pam smiled at me and then stretched out her two index fingers maybe a foot, saying Charlie's thin little five incher (the same size as Scott's) never did satisfy her. Pam continued telling me she often passes out from the intensity of her orgasms and is turned on all the time to the point the only thing she thinks about is her next black cock fucking."

"I said she was embellishing the size of their cocks, but then she pulled out her phone and showed me the black shafts of three of her boyfriends--each larger than the other...I almost past out. The last black cock pic she showed me was Beer Can's a fitting nickname if there ever was one."

"I asked her how it was even possible that she could take such a monster. Pam said that she worked up to Beer Can stretching herself out with progressively larger back cocks, and suggested I do the same when I start fucking black guys!"

"Stopping her, I told her Scott is the only man who I've ever had sex with. I admitted if I had it all to do over again I would certainly be more sexually liberal than I was in high school, always holding back wanting to be the 'good girl' rather than the 'bad girl' slut."

"In high school the races self segregated so there was never the opportunity to date a black boy. I did have sort of a relationship with one black basketball player named Jamal. I'd help him with his math and he would always reserve a seat at the games for me behind the bench. I saw him again at our ten year reunion and when he showed be a picture of his white wife and their two beautiful mixed race children, I thought for a second...that could be me."

"We ended the conversation with Pam telling me two things: it's never to late, and once you go black, you'll never go back. Those two statements locked into my brain cells and I found myself mentally repeating them constantly."

"I realized then I wanted what Pam has, full female sexual liberation, but I would never divorce Scott or cheat on him. I resolved the matter in my mind and tried not to fantasize about being a slut for black cock but then I found a interracial video on the computer which Scott didn't erase."

"The video showed a huge hung black guy fucking a married woman while her husband, with a smile on his face, was jacking off watching them sitting in a chair. This triggered something inside of me to want not only a black cock in my pussy, but with Scott also in the room pleasing himself watching us."

"Not surprisingly the number one reason women give for being in a cuckold relationship is the husband penis size is too small and he doesn't satisfy her. So you two never talked about exploring the possibility of becoming an interracial cuckold couple?" Polly asked.

"Obviously not," Scott said, "If we did we probably wouldn't be here. I didn't bring up the subject fearing Heather would first say no, and second consider me be perverted. We don't even own a black dildo."

"The same goes for me as well." Heather said, reaching over giving Scott a big kiss telling him she loved him. "I never brought the subject up afraid that Scott would feel inadequate pleasing me. I'm so glad this is all out in the open where we can deal with the secrets we have kept hidden from each other so we can learn and grow together as a couple."

"The question I have for both of you, is; do you want to keep your big black cock fetish only as a fantasy, or with my help turn it into a reality, becoming an interracial cuckold couple?" Polly asked.

Heather and Scott looked at each other a bit overwhelmed by what had happened in the last ten minutes saying that either was sure what they wanted.

"Perfectly understandable," Polly said, "I'd like you both to watch a video that might help you make up your minds. Before I turn it on I'd like for you both to get naked and then put on the robes hanging in my office restroom."

Without the least bit of objection Heather and Scott did as they were instructed and came back to the couch which had been turned around now facing a 65" HD TV. On one end table next to the couch was a box of Kleenex, a full tube of sexual lubricant, a small odd shaped aluminum dildo, and a flesh feeling 10" custom made black dildo a full two inches thick. The other end table had a open bottle of Champaign on ice with two glasses. The love seat was also turned with Polly sitting at an angle so she could watch both the video and Heather's and Scott's reactions.

Introducing the video, Polly said, "This video was made about a year ago by another married couple named Jayne and Steve who I treated having very similar issues in their marriage as you do. Steve is an IR voyeur cuckold just as Scott is, and Jayne scored herself an '8' on the exhibitionist scale. They were kind enough to make the video for me as an educational learning tool so I could help other couples, such as yourselves, understand and explore the sexuality of whether becoming a interracial cuckold couple would be right for them."

"So what other types of cuckolds are there?" Heather asked.

"Well according to the 2011 Cuckold Survey, both voyeur and humiliation cuckolds tie for first with 30% each with bi, sissy, and chastity making up the remaining 40%," Polly said telling them they would receive a copy of the study and the companion Cuckoldress Survey on the way out. Both of the studies were done by my good friend and fellow sex researcher Dr. Angela Lewis. Most of the statistics I quote come from her work."




MSC Ch. 01



"I've made instructional videos for all the types so if Scott were a sissy cuckold who likes to dress up in your lingerie and be butt fucked by the bull along with his hotwife, you'd be watching a completely different video from the one your about to see." Polly informed.

"Before we begin could you give me a key point overview of the other forms?" Heather asked.

"Sure. Humiliation is the most common form of sadism/masochism in which the sadist wife makes fun of her husbands short comings telling him he isn't a 'real man' and encourages the bull to order him around. A sissy cuckolds has transgender issues wishing he were a female. Bi cucks have strong homosexual tendencies. Chastity is the extreme form of sadism/masochism requiring a hubby to wear a cage preventing sex and orgasm 24/7. In these forms the husband is often forbidden from watching his wife have sex either being forced to sit in a corner with a bag over his head, go to a different room, or with the wife having sex on dates while he stays home."

"I don't think I'd like to do or be part of any of those cuckold relationships," Heather said, thinking them all very weird, "would you Scott?"

"None of them sound like my cup of tea either, to put it mildly," Scott offered, shaking his head from side to side thinking about his dick being locked up in a miniature Iron Maiden.

"Different strokes for different folks is the old line that sums it up, the clinic is here to help all couples no matter what their sexual orientations. From a sex researcher perspective there is nothing more fascinating than the study of cuckoldry due to all of the radically different manifestation forms the orientation creates," Polly informed.

"Each form has the wife getting fucked by another man while the husband remains faithful, but the reason why they are in a cuckold relationship is as varied as the colors in the rainbow." Polly concluded.

"I had no idea cuckoldry was so complicated." Heather said shaking her head, "it looks like I have a lot to learn."

"That's why your here, learning about anything is fun and exciting and becoming a IR cuckold couple is no different," Heather comforted.

"If at anytime you want me to stop the video to say something or ask a question I will. I'll also stop the video from time to time to ask you questions as well."

Turning down the office lights and closing the shades Polly set out a half dozen candles to set as romantic mood as possible handing them Champagne to toast their new sexuality.

"This should be great," Scott said to Heather looking into her eyes telling her how much he loved her.

"Thank you for being so supportive and agreeing to come with me to the clinic." Heather said.

"I'd do anything for you love, anything." Scott said.

Overhearing, Polly repeated, "Anything, you would do anything for Heather?"

"Sure, there isn't a single thing in the world I wouldn't do for my gorgeous wife to make her happy."

"What about you Heather, would you do anything to please Scott?"

"Why wouldn't I, he's my husband and we both live to make each other happy."

"I think you're both going to find this video will change your marriage for the better forever."

Polly said with a smile on her face.

Sitting back making themselves comfortable in the couch holding hands with one hand and a glass of Champagne in the other the video opened inside an upscale hotel suite with 40ish Steve dressed only in boxer underwear going through five very sexy lingerie outfits laid out on the king size bed holding each up for the camera to see while he smiled and showed off the features of each.

The sets came in all different colors: white, red, black, blue, and purple. Each had matching hose, shoes and accessories. All of the bras were either open cup or half shell which supported the breast but left the nipple completely exposed. The panties, if there were any, were all crotchless which Steve poked his fingers through to demonstrate the fact smiling into the camera as he moved his fingers in and out of the opening.

"Maybe now, you'll start buying me some more lingerie." Heather laughed teasing Scott.

"No maybe's about it, the first thing I'm going to do when we get home is open up a Vic Secret and a bunch of intimate apparel online accounts." Scott laughed back.

"So Scott, what do you think I would look best in, a shelf bra or open cup?" Jane asked supporting her tits with her hands.

"I'd vote shelf bar since your tits aren't all that large the push up would give you more cleavage."

"I completely agree, the bigger boobs would look better open up." Heather replied. 

"What about panties, should I go with crotchless or no panties at all?"

"That's a tougher question but I'd go with you wearing nothing to cover up that fabulous looking pussy of yours," Scott said reaching down to touch her snatch.

Polly interjected, "One of the huge turn-ons for a voyeur cuckold is buying lingerie for his hotwife to look as sexual alluring as possible for the black lover who is called the bull. The cuckold does everything he can to make the sexual union between his hotwife and her black lover as sensual as possible maximizing the sexual satisfaction for all three of them."

"The primary goal of the cuckold is to create a romantic mood facilitating his wife to orgasm powerfully. His next concern is the satisfaction the bull achieves. The greatest complement a bull can pay a cuckold is telling him what a great fuck his wife was and how she milked every last black baby making sperm out of his balls. Lastly the cuck achieves orgasm either by jacking off or having some form of sex with his wife."

"Hotwife, I think I'll love being called a hotwife." Heather smiled nuzzling up closer to Scott.

"And I'll love calling you one. Note to me: I have to find something for you to wear with 'Hotwife' on it, and something for me to wear that says, 'I Love My Hotwife.'

The camera then followed Steve into the bathroom with Jayne standing nude next to a full length mirror applying makeup. Jayne is a very attractive long legged late 30's blonde with her hair set up on top of her head making her look statuesque and positively stunning. Her high butt and broad shoulders with small perfect handful tits reminded Scott of Heather and he told her so.

"I don't look that good," Heather said modestly.

"Don't sell yourself short Heather, you're a beautiful woman, who knows in the future I may ask you and Scott to star in a production," Polly said.

"One reason Jayne looks so sexual is that she has the special IR hotwife glow which comes from her sexual flushing in anticipation of the 'taboo' jungle sex she is about to enjoy. IR hotwives are always the hottest of the hot. Interesting the name hotwife is more factual than most would imagine in that the body temperature rises by over one degree." Polly informed.

Scott noticed that Heather squirmed and re-crossed her legs when Polly mentioning them staring as an IR couple in a video, thinking back to Heather giving herself an exhibitionist mark of '10'. 

Jayne turned around and gave Steve a big kiss, thanking him for going to all the trouble making the night happen, and then handed him a mini disposable razor. Going to his knees with a bit of soap in his hand he carefully shaved around Jayne's cute little landing strip of a 'V' above her very attractive bare pussy.

"There, smooth as a babies butt," he said proudly giving her cunt a little kiss and pat with his hand, telling her what a perfect pussy she had and how lucky tonight's bull will be having the honor of fucking it.

"You're so sweet, if there were only more men in the world like you, the word divorce wouldn't even have a meaning. Promise me after he leaves you'll make love to me," Jayne coyly asked Steve. 

"It's a promise and a date," Steve said standing kissing Jayne while playing with her nipple. 

"So does this mean I will have to shave?" Heather asked timidly, with Polly stopping the video.

"Open up your robe so I can look at your bush." Polly instructed.

Heather did as instructed showing off her very wispy auburn pubic hairs which really couldn't be called a bush at all.

"Your very lucky, in your case I wouldn't advise shaving at all, but rather have Scott trim up a few hairs. Only if you get into being gang-banged, receiving one load after another, you may want to since your pubs can really start sticking together." Polly said, turning the video back on.

"Gang-bangs, did she just say gang-bangs?" Scott asked Heather in disbelief.

"Shush, the video running," Heather said to Scott, "it probably won't happen."

Saying 'probably' rather than 'never' will happen, sent a wave of blood rushing into Scott's dick. Heather had now given Scott the most precious of commodities concerning fantasies...hope.

"So are you going to do a catwalk for me, so I can select the outfit I want you to wear tonight?" Steve asked hopefully. 

"Of course I will, why don't you get comfortable in the overstuffed chair by the window and pour yourself a drink, I'll be out with outfit number one in a minute." Jayne said as she collected the red lingerie off the bed.

Steve closed the blinds and placed a dozen candles around the suite to set the romantic mood for the soon to be lovers. Sitting in the chair he lowered his boxers and applied a large dollop of lube to his less than average sized cock, playing with himself trying to create an erection anticipating Jayne modeling for him.

"His cock really isn't all that big," Heather exclaimed as Polly stopped the vid.

"So how big are you Scott, open your robe so I can see." Polly said.

Knowing there was no turning back at this point Scott opened his robe displaying a cock roughly the same size as Steve's. Heather looked at the freeze frame of Steve's thin dicklet and then down at her husband saying there really wasn't much difference between them.

Polly went on to say that small dicked white cuckold husbands often have more of a big black cock fetish than their wives do, projecting the massive black cock fucking their wife is really his.

"Why don't you apply some lube to your dick Scott and stroke along with Steve while he watches Jayne model for him. You are forbidden to cum however, until I give you permission. If you think your close take the towel from the ice water and wrap it around your dick." Polly instructed.

Starting up the video Jayne came out of the bathroom in a stunning red lacy lingerie outfit with an open cup bra, garter set, no panties, mesh red hose and black five inch 'fuck me' pumps. It didn't take more than five seconds after seeing Jayne for both Steve and Scott to have a full erection. Polly smiled at Heather who noticed how quickly her husband sprang to life.

"So is Jayne turning you on." Polly asked.

"No, Steve is, watching his wife. I can only hope some day I'll be sitting where he is watching Heather." 

"Spoken like a true cuckold." Polly replied. "So Scott I assume you are going to take the time, trouble, and expense that Steve did to make Heather as fuckable looking as possible for her black lovers?"

"Your preaching to the choir here Polly, I've already decided to teach an overload class this next semester for the extra money to turn my hot wife into a hotwife." Scott laughed.

"Not in the least. If I must say so I'm rather proud of my body, unlike most women, and love showing it off. Truth be told I'm very much looking forward to being fucked with their eyes first and black cocks second."

The vid continued for another fifteen minutes with Jayne modeling all the lingerie with Steve deciding on the purple set which Scott said he also would have chosen. Steve then presented a jewelry box to Jayne saying she has made him the happiest man ever to walk the face of the earth. Opening the box Jayne smiled and kissed Steve telling him he was the best hubby ever holding up a hotwife anklet featuring a spade charm.

"What is the significance of that." Heather asked, with Polly stopping the video.

"The anklet tells others she is a hotwife, the spade charm represents the queen of spades signifying she only fucks black guys." Polly informed. "Some, but not many, IR hotwives also get spade tattoos on their right ankle or lower back."

"She called Steve her hubby rather than husband." Heather continued.

"Yes, 'hubby' is what a hotwife calls her husband, and also how he refers to himself." Polly added.

"Heather have you noticed what a wonderful strong erection Scott has been producing since the vid started, he's going on fifteen minutes now." Polly observed.

"He hasn't been hard like this for years!" Heather said, "Look how red his dickhead is and all the pre-cum leaking out of it."

"That is a very good sign. Over the years I've found out that the couples who have best transition becoming happy IR cuckold couples all had the husband producing prodigious amounts of pre-cum in anticipation of watching his wife getting black fucked, hungrily looking at the cum leaking out of her pussy before cleaning it up with his mouth."

"You mean after I fuck some black guy Scott wants to go down on me and suck out his cum?" Heather said completely surprised she could even ask such a question. 

"According to survey results clean up duty, as it's called when the cuckold eats the creampie left by the bull, plays a very important part in communicating acceptance towards each other in engaging in the cuckold lifestyle," Polly told Heather informing her clean up a normal part of cuckoldry.

"Scott tell your wife how you would love to see black cum flowing out of her well fucked swollen pussy and then lap it up like a puppy dog." Polly instructed. "Also, how would you judge the quality of your erection so far?"

"First, I can't think of anything in the world I'd more like to see and do as a devotion to Heather and her lover. She gives her pussy to him, the bull gives his cum to her, and she re-gifts it to me, joining us all together." 

"As far as my erection goes I haven't had a woody like this in a long, long time. It's actually more like stone than wood." Scott laughed proudly looking down at his thin five inch erect dicklet sticking straight up engorged to the maximum made slimy with lathered pre-cum.

"So where you ever close to cuming." Polly asked.

"No not really, your words kept echoing in my head that I must not, so I'd just back off a bit from time to time."

"Wonderful Scott, just wonderful how good your doing. There aren't a lot of rules to cuckolding, but the #1 rule is the hubby always cums last. Nothing destroys a IR cuckolding session like a hubby cuming in his pants when he hears the bull knocking on the door--if you understand what I mean?" Polly asked.

"Completely." Scott said. "It won't be a problem."

"Trust me Scott, I promise you won't leave here today unsatisfied, but you must wait until I tell you it's time to cum. I want your balls to fill to their limit, turning blue--as the expression goes, so when you do cum you'll remember the sensation for the rest of your life!" Polly reiterated.

"Heather reach over and grab the black dildo and compare it in size to your husbands dick. The dildo is specially made from a plaster cast of the bull you're about to see in the video and is exactly the same weight--what are your thoughts on the difference in size." Polly asked.

"Well size wise there is no comparison, the dildo is twice as long and twice as thick making for an eight times larger cock than Scott. It's the difference between a economy compact car and a luxury car, they both might get you there, but the ride is completely different." Heather laughed, bending down to give Scott's red dick head a kiss adding, "I've always been happy with Scott's economy car but every once in a while it would be nice to get there in a limousine."

"So your not thinking you'll have any trouble fitting this 'limousine' inside you?" Scott joined in laughing, wagging the massive 10" dildo back and forth in front of Heather's face.

"Let me answer that. In all my years of practice I've never come across a wife who couldn't accommodate a large black cock. In a few cases the cock would bottom out an inch or two before full insertion in a missionary position--what is known as going 'balls deep'. In those cases different sexual positions can reduce the depth of penetration and allow for the complete satisfaction of both the hotwife and bull." Polly lectured.

"Well how am I going to know if it will fit and I'll be comfortable unless I try?" Heather added.

"Exactly, and that is why you have the dildo. Watching the video I'd like you two to mimic whatever sex is taking place with the dildo. Don't think for a second that you can't do something until you try, you'll be amazed at how the body can relax to accommodate what it wants." Polly informed.

"Other than the physical size what emotions are you feeling holding the dildo?" Polly continued.

"Well power for one, I remember my dad once let me hold his handgun one time and I felt an instant sense of power with accompanying fear. I haven't had those sensation again until right this minute. The heft of it is really amazing and the blackness of it with the large mushroom head and ripped veins make it a beautiful thing to look at."

"Concerning your fear of the size of the dildo remember F.E.A.R. is false evidence appearing real, the more you relax the faster the false evidence will disappear," Polly promised.

"One real difference is your dad's gun fired bullets and the real one of these fires black babies," Scott laughed with Heather giving him a long look for making fun of her concerns.

Starting the video back up, the bull is heard knocking on the door. "Steve, that must be the pool boy, would you let Curtis in and make him a drink while I touch up my hair."

Rising out his chair and raising up his boxers now tented from his erection, Steve open the door and welcomed Curtis, who Jayne had met earlier in the day according to the video. Jayne drew the attention of Curtis (25) at poolside wearing a micro white bikini asking him to apply sunscreen on her back. After some small talk she invited him up to their room telling him, 'my husband likes to watch'.

Curtis looked fresh off the boat from Jamaica, with long dreadlocks, a rainbow knitted cap, and full beard which made him appear older than he was. Shaking his hand Steve asked Curtis what he wanted to drink and commented on how much he liked his colorful dashiki throw over.

Jayne called Steve into the bathroom, with Steve excusing himself saying Jayne will be joining them in a minute. Curtis sitting in the overstuffed chair was taking it all in, the suite, the candles, and the strong mixed drink Steve had made for him.

A minute later Steve walked out and held his hand back for Jayne to take telling Curtis how happy they both were that he could join them tonight. Jayne walked out in a full length hotel white terry cloth robe and black high heels. Steve positioned himself in back of her saying, "Curtis, I give you my beautiful wife Jayne, please make her happy."

Steve then pulled back the robe and let it drop to the floor unveiling his exquisitely sexy wife wearing a purple shelf bar, with matching garter set and hose with no panties to her black lover.

The camera caught perfectly the whites of the eyes of Curtis grow larger as he feast them on the ravishing looking blonde hotwife he would soon fuck. In days gone by he most certainly would have been found guilty and lynched for 'reckless eyeballing', but that was then and this is now.

Standing up to greet Jayne the camera caught the large tent in his green and gold shorts. Smiling he said she looked beautiful and then kissed her pulling her ass towards him with his large muscular arms driving her pussy to come in contact with his harden crotch. Talking his clue Steve poured himself another drink and sat in the overstuffed chair, camera at the ready, as the lovers made their way to the bed.




MSC Ch. 02



If you haven't read chapter 01 I recommend you do so before reading chapter 02. If you don't enjoy reading an erotic word picture story about a loving voyeur/exhibitionist middle aged interracial cuckold couple and college Greek sorority sisters who only fuck black jocks, I suggest your reading time would best be served elsewhere.

Thank you for your comments and keep them cumming, along of course with you. Even though I don't respond to each, I read them all. Many of you have asked that I add a chapter to their favorite story. APC appears to be winning, if you care to support that choice or another let me know asap. For the many who asked, my blog has been 'put to sleep' for the time being so there is no access. So now it's time to sit back with your favorite beverage and lube, with tissue at the ready, and enjoy chapter 02. 

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The IR cuckolding instructional video began again with the first scene being a front shot of lust filled eyed Jayne and Curtis walking hand in hand towards the bed while another camera took a rear shot from Steve's POV watching his wife, with her high naked butt perfectly framed by her purple garter and hose, walking away from their old stale marriage creating an exciting new one once Curtis's black cock enters each of her three holes.

Reaching the foot of the bed the lovers kissed and then both looked at Steve with Jayne clearly mouthing the words...I love you, while Curtis smiled and flashed a thumbs up sign. The other camera cut to Steve mouthing back...I love you too. Smiling at them both, Steve returned the thumbs up sign showing his total support of Jayne introducing black cock into their marriage and explicitly how happy he was Curtis was about to fuck his wife silly. Leaning back in his chair Steve took a sip of scotch and played with his pre-cum oozing dicklet knowing the world couldn't be any more perfect than it was at that moment.

Heather leaned over and whispered in Scott's ear, "This is exactly how I imaged our first time would be," squeezing his hand tightly in anticipation of their own IR cuckolding.

"It's all rather wonderful for them, isn't it," Scott affirmed raising up their joined hands to kiss hers.

Thinking to himself Scott was impressed by the production quality and the expert editing of the multiple camera angles instructional video Jayne commissioned. The video is also exquisitely setting the table for IR sex with Steve picking out Jayne's lingerie and proudly presenting his exceptionally fuckable white wife to her black lover giving her hand away, much like the father of the bride would do on his daughter wedding day.

Good, thought Scott, thinking back to the start of the video, that it didn't open with a black pole inside a white wife hole with cum running out after twenty seconds of frenzied pounding. That would be emotionless porn, what we're watching is emotion filled love centered erotica of the highest order. Erotica is leisure dining at a fine restaurant surrounded by romantic ambience with someone you love. Porn is a food eating contest. 

Scott remembered interrupting Heather once while she was reading a romance novel asking if the principles ever engaged in sex. Her answer was always, but not for the first one hundred and fifty pages. Scott asked her to dog-ear the 'good parts', and she responded 'no' it wouldn't be the same. "You can't rush great sex, Scott, it has to have a love as a foundation. Read the entire book." 

Having surfed the web offering of interracial cuckolding vids Scott was aware of the huge trade off between high production value videos performed by porn stars sports fucking a pretend cuckolding, and low quality (camera strapped to a seal head in a dark room) real cuckolding, shot by the hubby doing double duty jacking off while very poorly recording the action which typically lasted only a couple of minutes. What they were watching was unique, a real first time IR cuckolding shot in HD by skilled professionals with a run time Polly said was almost an hour.

...back to the video.

Taking the lead Jayne sat Curtis on the bed removing his dashiki exposing mound after mound of black muscles covering every inch of his torso and arms. Curtis the stood up with Jayne admiring his coal black Adonis body running her fingers along his pectorals and down his ripped abs, with Scott imagining the same scene played out two hundred years earlier at a slave auction in the Carolinas, with Curtis standing on the auction bloc being inspected by a plantation owner's wife.

Jayne then dropped to her knees in front of Curtis and slowly removed his shorts over the ridiculously large tent pole his hard black cock created. Pulling on the elastic waist band as far as it would stretch it caught the tip of the black rod causing it to sway up and down like a gigantic horizontal black metronome before coming to rest inches away from Jayne's face. 

Jayne's eyes were immediately transfixed on the massive black love stick which Steve said looked more like an African war club. Taking both hands she explored every ridge, vein, and feature of what was soon to invade her body sending her into an orgasmatic intensity reserved only for the gods. 

"Steve, isn't it just magnificently beautiful?" Jayne asked presenting it to her husband like a trophy catch with both her hands underneath it lending support while Steve snapped pictures smiling at each one he took commemorating the beginning of his life as an IR cuckold. 

"Spectacular is the only word I can think of that comes close to describe it...simply spectacular," Steve replied, moving out of his chair to get close ups of the absolutely captivating African phallus. 

"I'm happy you are both pleased," Curtis replied, "I'm also happy to have the honor of initiating you into the most erotic lifestyle a white couple could choose for themselves, the worship of black cock. Once a white couple accepts black cock into their marriage they are born again to a sexuality they can never leave." 

"Catholics only require confession once a year, but to stay in qood standing in the church of the black cock a white wife needs to be black fucked a minimum of four times a year and always on the anniversary day of her black cock christening. Do I have that commitment from you both?"

"I certainly have no problem with it, do you dear?" Steve asked.

Jayne, more than ready for her conversion, replied smiling, 'only four', and then opened up her mouth as wide as possible guiding the dark crimson mushroom cockhead past her teeth closing her mouth tightly around the black rod. Steve, switching his camera to video mode, didn't want to miss a single frame of the birth of their new life together as an interracial cuckold couple commenting how striking the color contrast looked between Jayne's white face and red lips, sucking on a black cock.

Heather, happy for both Jayne and Steve, thought back to the day the twins were born remembering how happy Scott was recording their birth, which just occurred to her, was the last time he took pictures of her pussy. She laughed to herself thinking how happy he'll be taking pictures of her pussy again, but this time with a black man's cum leaking out of it.

Closing her eyes she imagining an intermittent stream of fertile jungle juice flowing out of her sexually inflamed swollen pussy as she contracted her love muscle expelling the copious volume of primitive seed which then cascaded down over her puckered asshole. The sexual paradise waterfall then dripped off her butt crack forming an almond colored pool of fifty million microscopic black baby tadpoles swimming underneath her each destined to sucked up into her hubby's mouth.

Stopping the video Polly handed the black dildo to Heather and Scott saying. "As I mentioned this top of the line dildo is an exact cast replica of Curtis produced for us by the VixSkin company, with a silicone core and plush flesh feeling covering it's pliable yet firm contorting itself to passageways. We also had the company match skin color with a satin flat black making it both look and feel velvety, don't you agree?"

Passing the two inch thick ten inch long black monster cock between themselves they could only nod, words escaped both of them being up close and personal with something they didn't know could even exist.

"Okay Scott I want you to stand up and pretend your Curtis. Heather go to your knees and do exactly what Jayne did by opening your mouth as wide as possible. A two inch thick cock is the maximum for most women, anything thicker brings the teeth into play," Polly both instructed and informed.

Doing as she was told Heather opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could with Polly making sure there wasn't any dental contact as she slowly help guid the dildo into Heather's gapping mouth.

"Great, the dildo cleared with a quarter of an inch to spare," Polly said happily, then instructing Heather to close her lips around it and tickle the head of the dildo with her tongue. "Once you feel comfortable start sucking and slide your mouth and lips along it," Polly added.

"Your doing great Heather, just great. So how does Heather look from your POV with a massive black cock in her mouth?" Polly asked Scott knowing the answer but wanting Heather to hear it for support.

"It's the most incredibility erotic sight I've ever seen in my life. Thank you for doing this for us my love."

Heather obviously unable to talk gave a small nob with her head looking up at Scott and then went back to sucking moving her mouth an inch or two along the ten inch length.

"Heather I need to see how far you can take Curtis into your mouth before your gag reflex kicks in, once you feel the sensation don't go any farther and then back it all the way out of your mouth," Polly said producing a cloth measuring tape to record the length Heather was able to accommodate.

With only another half an inch fed into her mouth Heather's face became pained as she strongly gagged on the monster wanting nothing more in life than to have it removed from her mouth.

"Almost four inches," Polly exclaimed, putting away the tape, "Along with a very strong gag reflex which needs to be worked on. Let me show you what can be done with a little practice," Heather said, having them sit down on the couch to watch the next scene.

Picking the video back up again with Jayne playing with the dickhead a couple of inches in her mouth she started moving her head back and forth an extra inch at a time with both hands at her side. Two inches became three, then four, at five inches Jayne's lower chin budged completely out, at six it entered her throat, by ten you could count all her vocal chords! The amazing thing was she did it completely effortlessly. It looked like a monster snakes sliding into its burrow in the ground and then coming back out again.

"I could never to that in a million years!" Heather almost shouted.

"That is exactly what Jayne said sitting where you are a year ago when I showed them a similar video." Polly replied. "What would you say if I told you in five minutes that this will be all the way down your throat?" Polly asked wiggling the dildo.

"Well, for one thing I'd say your fucking bat shit crazy!" Heather said with a laugh knowing it wasn't going to happen.

"Remember what I said about F.E.A.R earlier, and how I need you both to try anything I suggest?" Polly said in rather a knowing way. "It's most important that a white wife learn how to deep throat her black lovers...I'd go so far as to say it's a requirement."

"Okay, I'm sorry about calling you bat shit crazy but how in the world am I going to be able to do this, and why is it so important?" Heather asked.

"It's common knowledge among black men that white women give the best head, with black women often refusing to do it and with universally none of them performing deep throat. Growing up in a culture that degrades the act they consider a stigma, which of course white women don't. Did you know there is a local Greek white sorority which requires all pledges learn how to perform deep throat before they can become actives?" Polly asked.

"That would be the DT house or Delta Theta's, but on our campus there're known as the Deep Throats," Scott interjected saying at Greek functions they were always with dates from Beta Chi (BC's) the black jock fraternity.

"So how do you know so much about the DT's?" Heather asked in a accusatory tone.

"You've heard me talk about Rebecca, one of my star students, well turns out she is in charge of pledge recruiting for the DT's. We have become friends and I've found out things about the DT's that she probably shouldn't have told me."

"Such as...?" Heather asked.

"The biggest is that they are in partnership with the schools athletic department in recruiting and keeping black athletes in school providing a 24/7 escort service for the Beta Chi's. The athletic department in turn picks up the full room and board cost of their house, tuition, plus also gives each girl $1,000 a month to spend on clothes with half of that going to lingerie."

"Well that's one way to graduate without $100,000 in student loans and a great wardrobe." Heather laughed. 

"The athletic departments considers it money well spent, first to get the star black to commit and second to keeping him in school the full four years. Often the star player will leave after only a year or two jumping to the NBA or NFL after getting his black girlfriend pregnant."

"That's why the pledges learning how to deep throat is a must for the DT athletic department partnership to work. Once they get hooked on white throat, along with the pussy and ass fucking that comes with it, the DT's are all they want." 

"So I assume all the DT's are on birth control?" Polly asked.

"Absolutely, and in addition they must sign a waiver saying they won't sue for child support if by some chance they do get pregnant."

"So what type of girl pledges DT?" Heather asked.

"Interesting I asked Rebecca the same question yesterday. She said mainly middle-class prom queens and cheerleaders who need financial aid but also take pride in building school spirit supporting athletics in their own special way. It also goes with out saying that all the girls greatly enjoy sex, are adventuresome, and value the experience of dating black men."

"It's that exactly what Staci and Beth said after they stopped dating those two black boys their junior year...it was a valuable educational experience." Heather asked.

"Yes, I believe they did," Scott confirmed. 

"Most interesting thank you for sharing. Heather, if you're ever going to fulfill your husband's black fraternity fantasy, looks like the Delta Theta's will give you some stiff competition." Polly laughed.

"Did you know that whenever a black man looks at a white woman he first looks at her mouth and then every thing else. As a class black men are extremely orally sexually frustrated." Polly continued, adding that IR cuckolding isn't only about the sexual satisfaction of the couple but also the head deprived black bull.

"Alright, that's the why, now how am I doing to be able to do this?" Heather said finally receptive to Dr. Polly's guidance wanting to please her black lovers in ways she obviously never had to do with her husband.

"That's the question I wanted to hear you ask me, always remember where there is a will, there is a way. I've give you a host of ways it's up to you to experiment what works for you." Polly said with a smile. "You'll help, won't you Scott?"

"Absolutely," Scott replied, trying to imagine what he wife would look like swallowing a black baby python.

"So what we are going to do today is prove that you're physically capable of deep throating the entire ten inches. I liken this to giving a boy a BB gun and setting up a target five feet way telling him to hit the bulls eye. Once he does he knows he can but when I move the target fifty feet away it takes some practice." Polly said handing a spray bottle of Comfortably Numb to Heather.

"What does this do?"

"It deadens the gag reflex which will allow the dildo to easily pass into your throat." Polly informed.

"That's it, it's that easy?" Heather said will a huge smile on her face.

"Yes, but no." Polly paradoxically said, telling them that Comfortably Numb was a trading tool only and can never be used with a real black cock in her throat."

"Why is that?" asked Scott.

"For a couple of reasons. Number one, it only lasts for five minutes with the gag reflex then fully restored. So if Heather had a cock in her mouth she would instantly begin to gag and most likely vomit all over it. What I've heard from bulls who have had this happen to is that stomach acid burns like crazy. Number two, it not only deadens the back of Heather's throat but also the cockhead of her black lover. Numbing his head of course prevents ejaculation and denies him the intense pleasure and joy of shooting cum down your wife's throat."

"Those sound like two terrific reasons," Scott laughed, "is it okay if I record Heather?"

"By all means, it will be valuable practice time you recording and jacking at the same time. It takes a developed skill set to hold a camera steady so it's not jumping up and down each time you stroke. Again don't cum."

"I won't, but what would happen if I did?"

"If you came before you were given permission it would show you can't control yourself, so steps would have to be taken placing a control device around your penis." Dr. Polly informed.

"You mean a chastity cage?"

"Yes, hopefully we won't need to use one. Most, but not all, cucks want to avoid wearing one which is a powerful motivator stopping them short of ejaculation."

"It's important to note that ejaculation control is only requirement when Heather is with black lovers other times your free to jack-off as many times as you like thinking about her with her lovers or watching videos and pictures you've recorded of her. It's not okay to jack-off to other hotwives anymore. Is that understood."

"Yes."

"There is one special situation where you are free to jack-off as many times as you like while your wife is with her black lover." Polly added.

"And that would be...?" Scott asked.

"When she is on a date and has promised to bring you home a black spunk filled cream pie. You'll have the joy of experiencing what one cuck patient of mine called an 'orgy of masturbation orgasms'. It's not unusual for a IR cuck to cum eight times during a six hour date. Another cuck said his first orgasm always occurred watching the black dates car pull out of the drive way and head up the street knowing her date had his hand on his wife's leg. A wife will often facilitate her hubbies masturbation sending selfies every hour or so showing how much fun she's having."

"I don't know about sending Heather off on dates by herself and are you really serious when you say eight times?" Scott said, instantly re-thinking that maybe one or two dates wouldn't be out of the question since the most times he's ever ejaculated in one day is three.

"If your like most IR cucks your jacking-off frequency should increase dramatically cumming two to four times a day is the average so the erotic joy of sending your wife on a date could easily double those numbers. Imagine how excited you'd be watching Heather modeling the red deep 'V' front and back micro club slut dress you picked out for her, perfect for guaranteeing nipple slip shots anytime she moves, and then asking you if her date will like it? Or the masturbatory delight of hearing her date say they should be going because they were late to a party promising six his friends a dance with Heather." Polly said, noticing Scott stroking faster obviously enticed by the prospect of orgasming more times in one night than he had ever done before in his life.




MSC Ch. 02



"So now you're having gang-bang six or more black guys again?" Heather asked incredulously. 

"No, what I've set up is a masturbation scenario in Scott's mind thinking you 'could be' gang-banging six or more black guys." Polly replied, that's all it takes to send an IR cucks mind racing off with his dick not far behind.

"What happens if I do go on a date but bring my date back home to fuck in front of Scott?" Heather asked thinking a date with a black lover could be fun, while looking at Scott for his reaction.

"In that situation it's would be almost impossible for Scott to control himself so I'd suggest he be put into chastity until you come back home. Don't be surprised when you come home that your house looks like a crew of four maids just walked out the door. All the nervous sexual energy a cuck builds up is sublimated to cleaning, ironing, and cooking. I had one IR hotwife tell me she sometimes dates even when she isn't in the mood just so she can come home to a clean house and great meal. All her hubby asks for in return is that she and the black lover whip up a nice piece of warm cream pie for his dessert."

"I might be able to be caged, but only for six hours." Scott said, all but confirming at some point he would be come to accept her dating, causing Heather to slightly smile which Scott noticed.

"So you want to date black men with me staying at home?" He asked Heather rather directly.

"Well I don't know, it could be a special sort of fun for both of us. Maybe if we try it once or twice and see if it works for us." Heather said trying to downplay her new found desire to date, but thinking at the same time how much fun it would be. Heather fancifully wondered if Scott would one day even agree to her double dating with Pam and a couple of her black boyfriends whose cock pictures Pam showed her...maybe even Beer Can.

"I agree completely with Heather, I suggest you try it. You both may like it, fine, if not don't do it again." Polly advised saying that she has put together IR hotwife and hubby support groups which meet every other Tuesday and Wednesday evening at MSC from 7-9 and they were both welcome to join, with the next group meetings scheduled for next week.

"You can count on use being there," Heather said, with Scott readily agreeing.

"Great, remember you don't have to invent the wheel here, other couples have done what you'll be doing and you can learn a great deal from their thoughts and experiences. Many times friendships develop among the members which lead to dating events called Zebra parties with white couples and bulls all getting together for a night of IR orgy."

"Getting back to the subject of Scott's masturbation. Heather, any time you catch Scott jacking off while looking a pictures of you and your black lovers give him a big kiss and tell him how much you love that he loves your sexual happiness."

"I will, but what about me. Don't I get to cum a bunch times each day too?"

"Of course you do, but yours will happen all at one time when your multiples return. Every time you desire sex have Scott use the dildo on you first. That way you will cum associating vaginal orgasms with black cock. Then have Scott go down on you and cum on his mouth associating oral orgasms with Scott sucking your lovers cum out of your pussy." Dr. Polly advised.

"Scott may have sex with you then, but don't expect to feel anything which is perfectly normal after being stretched out. The sex is for Scott to enjoy your void, frictionless pussy, which he referred to as a 'cloud'. After sex make sure the dildo always stays in the bed between the two of you, never put it in a drawer."

"Won't it be hard for Scott give up jacking-off watching other hotwives in IR porn?" Heather asked Polly.

"Not once you develop your own library of pictures and videos of you and your black lovers, isn't that correct Scott?"

"Absolutely. Once I have pictures of Heather I won't have any reason to use porn unless of course it's our own staring my incredible looking hotwife." Scott said looking at Heather with pure love in his eyes.

"That's so sweet, give me a big kiss." Heather said, now beginning to put all the pieces of their new IR cuckold lifestyle together.

"Heather, if your ready, I want you to give yourself four full pumps to the back of your throat and hold it on the area not swallowing for thirty seconds. Go to your knees and put your hands straight down along your sides and open your mouth as wide as you can. I'm covering the dildo with an edible cherry flavored lube since surprisingly the throat is very dry. Once the cockhead is inside your mouth I want you to curl the tip of your tongue over your lower teeth. This will move your tongue forward giving the dildo freer access to your throat and also protect the cock from coming into dental contact. Finally relax, and breath thorough you nose."

"Any questions, Heather?"

"How long are you going to be fucking my throat?"

"Until you raise a hand telling me you feel your gag reflex returning. If you think it's returning, it is, so don't delay raising your hand." Polly cautioned. "Are you ready?"

Heather answered by opening up her mouth wide and pumping in the four Rx squirts then closed her mouth fighting against the urge to swallow. After the thirty seconds was up Polly said it was okay to swallow adding it would take a couple of minutes for the agent to numb.

"The stuff doesn't taste bad." Heather said, looking at the container wondering what flavor it was.

"It's mint chocolate," Polly laughed, "the hands down favorite of IR wives."

"So there are other techniques to stop gagging?" Heather asked killing time for her throat to deaden.

"Yes, I believe there are ten, try them all and see what works for you. A couple of simple techniques is putting a bit of salt on the tip of your tongue or gently humming, which is where the term 'hummer' comes from. Interesting that there is such a range of gag reflex with some women incapable of even swallowing a single pill."

"I'm not that bad."

"I know you're not, but still you have a strong response so don't get discouraged if it doesn't go quickly for you. Remember if it was easy everyone would do it." 

"Scott, I want you to keep time on your watch, look for my head nod meaning the dildo has passed over the soft flesh and is making its way down the throat."

Polly then took the dildo in hand and positioned the head in Heathers mouth telling her to suck on it producing saliva which will further lubricate

her oral passageways. 

"Now stick the tip of your tongue between your teeth and the dildo and breath through your nose." Polly repeated making sure Heather was doing everything correctly.

Scott watched through the camera lens as Polly slowly but steadily pushed the invader deeper into his wife's mouth noting the time when Polly nodded. Watching Heather's lower chin fill out like a Pelican's pouch after catching a fish, it was a sight he would never imagine seeing in a million years...and it was only half way down.

Looking intently in Heather's eyes for any sign of distress which there was none Polly pushed the black pole gently into her throat and continued to push unit the entire dildo was engulfed. Smiling at Heather and telling her what a good job she was doing Polly proceeded to fuck her throat pulling the dildo out five inches and then plunging it in the full ten. After about a minute with Heather now completely comfortable with the sensation Polly asked Scott it he would work the dildo.

"Sure, what do I need to do?"

"When pulling it out you'll feel a little snap as it slips out of her throat and hits the back of Heather's mouth, when you feel that stop and push it all the way back in feeling another snap on the way back in. It's that little snapping feeling a cockhead receives just as it enters and exits her throat that drives the bull crazy making him ejaculate more powerfully than if he was fucking Heather's pussy or even her ass. This of course keeps the black bull coming back for more white wife throat. Since the ejaculate will explode down her throat she won't taste the cum at all nor have a problem with a blow out spill which often happens receiving a massive shot in the mouth." Polly told Scott asking how much time had elapsed.

"Two minutes."

"Well she'll be good for at least a couple more. At the four minute mark I'll take over again."

Looking down at his wife as he worked the black dildo down her throat pretending it was his he told Heather how proud he was of her and how any black guy would be more than happy to give up his left nut to fuck her.

Heather of course couldn't say a word but looked up at Scott with contented eyes the same eyes that will be looking up at a black man some day soon.

Taking over from Scott at minute four Heather lasted another thirty seconds before raising her hand at which time Polly instantly pulled the dildo completely out of her mouth.

Scott being so proud of his wife instantly when to his knees and gave her a huge kiss telling her what a great blow job she had given.

"So did you enjoy it Heather?" Polly asked.

"Yes but not sexually, I couldn't feel a thing."

"Once you wean yourself off the agent you'll have a very pleasurable sensation as the cock glides over your tonsils."

"You mean like Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat," Scott laughed.

"I said pleasurable, not orgasmatic," Polly reiterated, laughing along with Scott.

"So how did you find it enjoyable then if you had no feeling?" Polly followed up.

"A sense of pride and empowerment that I could take all my lover has and make him happy accepting everything he can give me." Heather said, with Polly now knowing that she will make a perfect IR hotwife."

"A very important point before starting deep throating is to determine the blend of the fully erect cock," Heather continued. Scott, hold up the dildo horizontal to the floor and then rotate it in a circle."

"What did you notice, Heather?" Polly asked.

"Well it looks like it has a slightly downward bend and is straight, not bending to either the right or left."

"Correct. Different bends call for different techniques. Curtis's cock is perfect for the classic kneeling position, which you performed incredibly well, I might add."

"Thank you."

"Another position for the down bend would be with you lying on your back with your head hanging slightly over the edge. This is certainly the most visually erotic position for both the bull and Scott." Heather informed, with Scott very noticeably nodding his head up and down in the affirmative.

"If it bend upward knell over him in a '69' position. If it bends, take it from the side it points towards you. Some 'banana' cocks with sever side bends can be quite challenging." Polly informed.

"Who would think that cuckolding can be so complicated and involved?" Scott asked.

"Anything worth doing is worth doing right, cuckolding is no different than building a deck there is a right way and wrong way of doing it. Build a deck wrong and it wobbles, do cuckolding wrong and it can destroy a marriage." Polly said in a serious tone.

"I'm so glad we came to you for help, I'm feeling better and better about this." Heather said with a hint of a teardrop in the corner of her eye.

"I'm only too happy to be of service, nothing is more personally satisfying too me than helping couples save their marriage by understanding the sexuality that holds it together." Polly said, starting the video back up with Jayne deep throating Curtis who came after ten minutes of throat fucking, thrusting his manhood to the root against her lips while holding the back of Jayne's head tossing his own head back as his cock pumping sperm into her throat. 

"Did you see his balls go up and down like an elevator, he must have shot at least five spurts down her throat," Scott said.

"Hope he saved something for her pussy." Heather added.

"Oh he most certainly did, and for her ass too," Polly said with a smile. "Young bulls are repeaters, able to orgasm multiple times with some never losing their erection."

After cumming Curtis positioned Jayne on her back in bed with her legs spread wide apart hanging over the edge, instructing Steve to eat her to prepare his wife to be fucked by him while she sucked on his partially deflated cock making it hard again.

Polly stopped the tape, asking, "Scott, I don't suppose you would have any problems participating doing what you are told by either your wife or her black lover."

"No, provided they treat me with respect and don't ask me to do anything I really wouldn't like to do?"

"Like getting fucked up the butt?" Polly asked catching Scott off guard.

"Bingo."

"So what else wouldn't you do, would you clean both her and him?"

"I would enjoy both I believe, not that I'm the least bit gay, but if I can add to their enjoyment it would add to mine."

"Spoken like a true IR cuckold hubby." Polly said. "So Heather how do you think you would feel watching Scott suck on your black lover cock?"

"Well honestly I hadn't thought about it until this moment. Provided he wasn't gay or bi and was trying to steal my lover away from me I wouldn't mind. True be told, I'm actually turned on watching two gay guys having fun with each other, so I might actually enjoy watching Scott sucking on a black cock."

"Wonderful how you two are lining up. Scott I'd like you to start fingering Heather again and see if you can't work three fingers into her, which is the thickness of Curtis's cock." Polly said, hitting the play button.

Picking up the video, Curtis had replaced Steve between Heather's legs licking her cunt while playing with both her nibbles. Steve is next to his wife holding her hand and gently touching her face in anticipation of her first orgasm which will thoroughly lubricate her vaginal walls making penetration that much easier for her and enjoyable for Curtis.

"Let it go Jayne, cum on Curtis's tongue, I want to hear you moan and give up your body to him," Steve said, kissing her ever so lightly on her lips.

"Oh Steve, he feels so good, thank you for wanting this for me...it means everything."

The next minute had Jayne, arching her back pressing her pussy into Curtis's mouth and driving his tongue in to the max.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum, don't stop, please what ever you do don't stop," Jayne screamed, her eyes closed now and the back of her head creating a body bridge down to her heels one second and then flat on her back the next. Jayne's body was a bucking bronco trying to throw Curtis's mouth off her pussy saddle but of course not really wanting him to fall off.

With each upward thrust of her body Heather drove her pussy onto his tongue driving in to the max while pressing his lips hard against her love button causing her to scream with orgasmatic delight when her body bridge peaked. After ten such thrusts with as many orgasms Heather laid still unable to catch her breath.

"Honey are you alright," Steve asked concerned the intense pleasure might have injured the love of his life as he wiped away the hundreds of perspiration beadlets covering forehead.

"I've never had a series of orgasms that intense in my life, my body took me to the gates of heaven where I saw a bright light, but then a voice said it wasn't my time yet and I would be having many more of these mini-death orgasmatic experiences before my time was up."

"So you felt the rapture?"

"No other word for it...rapture." Jayne said and then started to cry.

"What wrong dear?" Steve asked still concerned about his wife.

"Nothing is wrong, it's just that everything is so perfectly right. If I was cheating on you with Curtis I couldn't have felt what I felt, the guilt would have been a rapture blocker, no doubt in my mind at all. You, next to me, encouraging me to orgasm with a strange black man's cock inside my pussy enabled my body to leave the surly bonds of earth and soar to sexual heaven. Thank you, my love, thank you."

"You two have come as far and fast as any couple I have ever worked with," lets watch some more of the video.

"Man your one of the luckiest guys I know."Curtis said to Steve. "I can't remember a hotwife cumming so hard on my mouth, ever. On top of that your wife's snatch is as sweet as the come, never tasted better." Curtis said wiping away Heather's pussy juice from his mouth with a towel.

"I'm glad you enjoyed her, she certainly did enjoy you." Scott said raising up his hand with Curtis giving him a high five.

"Damn we're getting along so well here I'd like you to do the honors if you would Steve?" Curtis asked.

"The honors?"

"You bet, I'd like for you to insert my cock in your wife and then tend me while I fuck her."

"Sure, but what tending do you need me to do?"

"Well for one thing I really get off with the hubby massaging my prostate with his finger. I probably pump twice the cum into a wife when my gland is being pressed on while also having my nut sack squeezed right as I cum. From what I've been told you can feel the pulses of sperm leaving my balls shooting into your wife. Finally, after I pull out I'd like you to lick me clean so I won't get all sticky making it more difficult to fuck your wife's ass."

"I'd be happy too." Steve said.

"Happy you guys have it all figured out, in the mean time this hotwife is starting to cool off." Jayne said with a laugh.

"Looks like it's time for me to fuck your wife."

"Looks that way, what do you want me to do?"

"You hold one leg up in the air and I'll do the same with the other. I'll scoot up on my knees and once I line up my pole with your wife's hole grab ahold of my cock."

Doing as he was told Steve then moved the cockhead up and down Jayne's dripping pussy to both lube it up with her juices and also fill out Curtis's erection.

"Your getting very hard." Steve said to Curtis as the camera close up focused again on the striking contrast in colors between Jayne's pale white skin, red flushed pussy, and Curtis's coal black cock with a crimson mushroom head.

"Okay one last thing I want you both to ask me that you want me to fuck, not for the other, but for yourself."

"I don't understand?" Steve said.

"Sometimes in cuckold relationship the wife only fucks because her hubby wants her too. In others it's reversed with the hubby going along for the ride even though he doesn't want to. I need to know that you both want my cum inside Jayne."

"Well I certainly want you to fuck me, the harder and quicker the better." Jayne said.

"And I want you to fuck my wife, it's all I've really ever thought about for the past five years!"

"Well said by both of you, I'll do my best to make you both very happy. Steve it's time. Push my cock into your wife and stop once you feel her vaginal walls contract around my cockhead. You'll feel it nestled inside Jayne, with her pussy lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, after going in only a couple of inches so don't push too hard. Many cucks get caught up in the moment and jam it too far, not being able to wait a couple of minutes more for what they have waited years to achieve. Then let go and take some pictures while I hold the position."

Polly stopped the video and told Heather and Scott they needed to catch up to Jayne and Steve, instructing Scott to eat his wife and play with her nipples just as Curtis had done, with Polly taking on the role of Steve.

Heather raised her feet up to the couch and spread her legs for Scott kneeling on the floor with Polly sitting next to Heather for comfort holding her hand just as Steve had done.

"it's very important Heather that you orgasm as hard as you can. The more you cum now and lube up the easier the dildo will slide into you, this is especially true since this is your first time being stretched out. Don't worry about making noise, scream your lungs out if you like. The people in the waiting area will know why they are here." Polly laughed with Heather and Scott joining in.




MSC Ch. 02



"Heather I want you to close your eyes and go back to your high school reunion and meeting up with Jamal. I want you to fantasize that Scott was with you and suggested that you make up for lost time inviting Jamal up to your hotel room."

"Image Jamal is between your legs right now and I'm Scott holding your hand telling you I've never loved you more than this minute...that's not overstating it is it Scott?" Polly said holding Heather's hand.

"Not in the least." Scott said, looking up and then going back down on his wife as they all role played.

Polly in addition to being a licensed sexual therapist was also a skilled hypnotist and her powers of suggestion worked perfectly on Heather calling Scott, Jamal, the entire time he ate her out.

"Oh Jamal your tongue feels so good."

"I've never told you this, but after your math tutor session I use to bring along a spare pair of panties because I got so wet."

"Your not upset with me Scott are you, marrying such a slut!" Heather asked Polly playing the role of Scott.

"Upset? I couldn't be happier. I've always wanted you to be a slut for black men so long as I can be part of it." Polly (Scott) said.

"So after I cum on Jamal's mouth, you want me to cum on his cock in both by pussy and ass?"

"Of course I do, I want you to cum like you've never cum before." Polly (Scott) said, holding Heather's hand even tighter.

With her fantasy in place along with the loving support of her husband/therapist Heather reached orgasm as fast, if not faster, than Jayne. Thrusting her pelvis up in spasmodic motions Heather yelled so loud it's a surprise that someone in the waiting area didn't call 911. The screaming caused Samuel to open his door half way smiling at Polly who smiled back as he closed it.

Heather calming down declared that was by far and away the best set of orgasms she had in ten years and she's not going to wait another ten to feel again what she felt.

"So it was good for you?" Polly asked as Scott went into the bath room to tend to his bloody lip caused by Heather's pussy bone smacking up against it.

"It was perfect. I was seeing Jamal's face but it was on Curtis's body...I really need to be fucked with that thing before we leave today, I really, really do!" Heather said, turning hot.

"We need to wait for Scott, I've never had a hotwife give their hubby a bloody lip. It must have been magical for you."

"I think I'm becoming Pavlov'ed." Heather confessed.

"How so?"

"Well just thinking about black guy and there magnificent manhood's is enough to get me hot. I suppose I'm going to want to watch more NBA games before long." Heather laughed. 

"So Scott's face never entered the fantasy at any time?"

"Not for a second."

"Good for you, it's suppose to be that way...all about you and your black lover. The more you focus on your body, and your lovers body cumming the better it will be for Scott. One IR hotwife told me...I think about my hubby before I fuck black guys, and I think about him after I fuck black guys, but I never think about him while I'm fucking black guys!" 

"So did I miss anything?" Scott asked, coming back from the bathroom with a cut on his upper lip which had stopped bleeding.

"Sorry if I hurt you lover." Heather said meaningfully.

"Nah, it's nothing, just a scratch. You were incredible by the way, and all the talk in the waiting room I might add. Walking back in one wife said to me...'I'll have what she's having', the famous line from when Harry Met Sally." 

"Well there're going to have to wait to be served, because I'm just getting warmed up."

"Time to lay back again Heather for one of the two main events. Jamal after making you happy with his mouth needs his cock to be happy inside your pussy, are you ready to be fucked by him?" Polly asked knowing the answer.

"I've never been ready for anything more in my entire life," she said spreading her legs apart showing off her gapping pussy hole that was all but crying for Curtis's dildo black cock.