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Black Cock Fantasy

By: mdp_2004



"I think the First Lady needs to be monkey-fucked in every orifice by blacks and Hispanics while W watches," said Donna, my wife of nearly 19 years. We were watching a show about Casinos and their video surveillance and right to refuse play to skilled black jack players that can actually win money. 

"Monkey-fucked, huh?" I started laughing and wondering when she started talking like that and how far she'd discuss this line of thinking?

"What made you think of that?"

"The casinos are dishonest, like the President. He probably neglects her sexually." 

"Monkey-fucked in every orifice by blacks and Hispanics, where did you come up with that?

"It's been a long time since we had sex Bob, a long, long time."

"I know, I'm sorry," I began, "do you fantasize about sex like that?"

She pressed the sound button on the remote as the commercials ended. She watched intently as I looked at her waiting for an answer. But I wasn't going to get one. Throughout a 19 year marriage, a man learns when and when not to discuss anything with his wife. It sucks but usually we discuss subjects she doesn't want to when she's willing and never before. Its never spur of the moment or when I want to. I put up with it like every other married man because there are more good things about her than bad.

While she watched the show, I leaned back into the couch and wondered about her level of interest in monkey-fucking black and Hispanic men. Did she really want it in every orifice, all at once? What does monkey-fucking actually mean to her? Did she want small dick with light penetration with fast action in and out of her, or something larger, perhaps gorilla-sized that goes deep and still gives her fast action? Did she want it on the floor, one man in between her open legs pounding his tool into her while another sawed his hard meat in and out of her open mouth? Did she want them to talk dirty to her and push her over the orgasmic edge for a new high? As we watched TV, I subconsciously moved my hand down over my lap as I thought of her having sex with other men in the manner she described for the first lady.

She pressed the sound button on the remote again to mute the TV and turned toward me. I looked at her while my hand rest on my lap. I wondered if she saw I was turned on by her comments. We made eye contact and I suddenly felt as though her magnetism was stronger than my resistance. She leaned toward me and put her arms around my neck and we kissed. Her lips opened and her tongue slowly invaded my mouth as she pulled us closer together. Her kiss was magnificent. Provocative and passionate and I felt that maybe this time I would succeed at maintaining an erection long enough to give her the satisfaction she desired. 

One of her hands remained at the back of my head while the other moved slowly down my face, neck, chest, stomach and then onto my lap. She felt my excitement rising through my jeans and I could feel her lips smile as she recognized my condition. When we broke our kiss, I wiped her saliva off my cheeks as she moved onto my lap and straddled me. Her arms went around my neck again and she French-kissed me more forcibly. As her tongue dove into my mouth, she ground herself downward onto my lap and wedged my hard cock between us. I thrust upward and she ground back, each of us getting into the rhythm of dry humping the other. 

I was so hard at the thought of her being fucked like a street corner whore by multiple strangers that I forgot about all my hang-ups. She broke from our kiss and rocked herself harder over my lap. I placed my elbows on her thighs and my hands on her hips and as Donna continued rocking and grinding herself on my lap, she pulled open her top and freed her braless tits. She cupped her breasts in her hands and leaned forward to offer her hard nipples to my lips. I was so turned on by the spontaneity that it suddenly felt comfortable pretending I was a black man having sex with my white wife.

From that point on, I reached a staff like hardness and decided it was time to act on our combined lust. I used all my core strength to slide closer the edge of the couch and then I used my strong legs to lift us both off the couch. Once standing, Donna wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked us upstairs and into the bedroom. So far so good and it only got better.

As we crossed the threshold of our bedroom, Donna threw her top to the floor and began to pull my shirt tails up out of my pants. I continued dry humping against her. 

"I'm so fucking horny," she began with a voice of lust and urgency. "put me down honey, let me rip your shirt off." I put her down and immediately she ripped my shirt open and yanked it off in pieces. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and told me to strip off with her. Once naked, my hard cock poked straight out in her direction. She simply smiled at what she saw and stepped toward me. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist again and my cock found the wet opening between her legs and I slid right in. We fucked standing up for several minutes, during which Donna moaned her delight and I pretended to be her black stud fuck partner. 

"Oh darling, this is so wonderful. You feel so good inside me. OMG, I'm going to cum. Keep fucking me. Oh yeah, right there honey, don't stop," she yelled.

I continued thrusting into my beautiful wife and she slid up and down my cock with ease. Her breathing grew shallow with each passing moment. She put her hands on my shoulders for leverage and as she came her fingers clenched firmly onto my skin. Just as she came, her walls closed tighter on my shaft and I pumped my own cum into her.

The experience lasted less than five minutes, yet I felt triumphant. It was the first time in a year I maintained an erection long enough for my wife and I to reach sexual bliss together.

We fell on the bed together and I remained hard inside her. She relaxed underneath me as I lifted her legs into the air and grasped onto her ankles. In this position I slowly began another round of in and out full penetration. I felt invincible as I continued pretending to be her hung black lover.

"Oh Bob, oh my god, my sweet man, you're fucking me so well. You feel so good inside me." 

We looked into each other's eyes while I thrust into her a little faster. "Tell me what I did differently this time to make you perform like such a stud. I need to know. I really like you this way and I want to ensure I do right by you. Oh my god, I'm going to cum again. I love you Bob! Give it to me. Make love to me, you stud!"

As Donna expressed her enthusiasm for my renewed sense of self and ability, I picked up the pace and long-stroked my six-inch shaft inside her. I watched Donna's body writhe beneath me as I continued pounding into her. My body temperature rose way above normal and perspiration drops slid down my back. 

Her orgasm came in waves and the pleasure washed over her. Several moments passed before she could speak, and even then she was mildly incoherent. "How," she began, "are you staying hard for me, Viagra?"

"No drugs."

"How are you managing it then?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Tell me Bob, and keep fucking me. Whatever it is, I want more!"

"I got turned on when you said the first lady needs to be monkey-fucked by blacks and Hispanics."

She smiled, "keep going Bob. Fuck me and tell me everything!" Donna arched her back and came again.

"I wondered about that comment, like if you said it because you want that for yourself. And, those thoughts started filling my cock, making it hard."

"Oh my god Bob, you want me to fuck other men?"

"There's more."

"Tell me."

"I'm pretending I'm a hung black stud, giving you the satisfaction that you deserve and haven't gotten from your husband in a long, long time."

"Do you want me to pretend you are black?"

"Yes."

"Then fuck me with your big black cock and show my white wimp husband what a whore his wife can be!"

I couldn't believe my good fortune, but that did it for me. Whatever pressure I felt prior to telling her the truth simply disappeared. I never wanted to cum so hard inside my wife as in that moment and so I slammed into Donna's pussy as hard as I could. I gave it to her hard and deep while she encouraged me to cum inside her. At the point of no return, Donna simply said, "I want black cock from now on." 

[Note to readers: Please let me know if you want to read more of this story.]

Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 02



Note to readers: Thank you so much for your interest in my pursuing this story. 

The next morning I woke to Donna's warm mouth on my cock. The covers were off me and around her shoulders as she lay between my legs, propped on her elbows. She held my hard dick to her mouth and her fingers caressed my shaft. She alternated using her tongue and lips to pleasure me from crown to balls. I smiled upon recognizing what was happening and wondered if she was craving black cock or white.

I propped myself up on my own elbows and said "good morning." Donna paused and said "good morning" back to me. "It feels really good," I said. 

"I'm glad it feels good. After last night, I wanted to do this for you," she said and resumed her mouthing on my cock. We maintained eye contact until she moved her head in position to swallow my cock whole and I lay back against my pillow and closed my eyes.

I decided I would try not to bring up the black cock fantasy for now unless she did. I was very curious to find out because last night's spontaneity and honesty resulted in the best sex we've had in a long time. But, if that were a one time event to get me over my erection problem, that was okay by me. That problem was the result of a bad reaction to the blood pressure medicine I was on. It was humiliating to not be able to get it up and stay hard for her. She was very supportive of me and even though I got off the medicine and onto something better, I still had the mental anguish for months. I was afraid to try. I'm glad that's over with. Sex is one of the joys of living after all.

I love my wife more than anything, including my own self respect. She's stuck by me through thick and thin and if she wants black cock fantasy from now on I will certainly support her. It was very hot for me to role play that with her. So much in fact, I found my mind drifting back to last night in search of the lustful thoughts that gave us such mutual pleasure. 

Donna's blow job was slow and soothing. She seemed contented the longer she spent teasing my cock and balls with her lips, tongue and fingers. When she slowly sucked my cock down her throat and then withdrew in the same manner, I moaned my contentment and reached down to put my hands on her head. 

She responded favorably to my hands, allowing me to control her movement. I lifted her head off my cock and pulled her up to face me. I kissed her full on the mouth and tasted my cock on her breath. She kissed me back with great passion and we fell back against the pillows together. I rolled her over and got between her legs as she willingly opened up to me. Her pussy was a warm wet pond and I dove in cock first, penetrating all the way to the base of my cock. Donna moaned beneath me. Her guttural sounds made my dick harder as I began to saw it in and out of her. I was not feeling like I needed to be black or white in that moment but rather just a man intent on pleasuring his wife.

In the days and weeks that followed my relationship with Donna grew stronger and more fulfilling for both of us. We flirted with one another every chance we got, making it seem to others like we were still on our honey-moon. It was like we were falling in love all over again. And, the sex was fantastic. I was performing without fear of erection failure and Donna was becoming the wanton lover of my dreams. 

One day we met for lunch and the mood just struck both of us while eating our Chicken Cobb Salads in a corner booth. Donna made the first move by taking my left hand and kissing the tip of my index finger. Her glossy lips parted and she sucked my finger into her mouth. She made it look as though she were giving head to a real cock and as I watched her, she occasionally flashed her beautiful eyes my way. I let down my guard and became lost in the lust as Donna wet my finger in her warm mouth. Her eyes cast toward me and then around me and every time we made eye contact again I felt my inhibitions fade. 

After her eyes darted upward and over my shoulder a few times, I figured someone might be standing behind us, watching. I was rock hard and so turned on with her spontaneity that I feared she would stop if I turned to look. I didn't want her to stop. Her mouth was working magic on my finger, and my neural network was delivering sexual messages straight to my cock. To say I was hard is an understatement. I was rock hard and wanting to touch her and return the favor. I wanted to kiss her neck and trace my wet finger down the front of her body, lingering at all the places I knew gave her pleasure. While Donna's glances went from my finger to the open space beyond me, it dawned on me that she was performing for someone besides me. I suppose this suspicion should have made me angry but it didn't. Instead I was even more turned on and since no one was stopping us, I put my right hand on Donna's left thigh and caressed her there. 

A tray of dishes crashed to the floor and I turned to see only an attractive black man with pen and notebook in hand, standing in silence ready to take our order. He was tall, young and muscular under his white shirt and black bow tie. I looked at Donna. To my amazement, she was still busy with my finger, only now licking along the length while looking at him.

My heart beat faster as I watched my wife seduce our young waiter. His name tag said Reggie and he appeared willing to remain watching. We watched her in unison as she dropped my finger from her mouth and moved it over her chest. I knew the wondrous breasts that lay waiting beneath her clothing. She held my finger and drew imaginary circles that outlined her breasts for him. Then she dropped my hand altogether and looked at Reggie. 

"We're ready for the sex. I mean check," she said and giggled. In her moment of laughter, she was radiant and sexy. 

After Reggie left to get our check, Donna grabbed my shirt and pulled us closer to one another. The look on her face was sheer excitement and I felt my own adrenalin surging as she said "he wants to fuck me."

"So do I."

"I want to have sex with him," she said. Her confession took me by surprise. Fantasy role play was one thing but this was entirely another. "Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes. Please don't be mad. It's probably just the heat of the moment, but I can't help it."

"I'll be honest Donna. That idea turns me on and frightens me. I just wouldn't want to lose you. Can we talk about this more at home?"

"Yes darling and I definitely want to resume our play together too." 

"Okay," I said and smiled. 

When Reggie returned with the check, Donna excused herself and exited the other side of the booth. As she slipped out, Reggie offered his hand and helped her up. After she left, Reggie said to me "Is she your wife?"

"Yes she is. She's hot isn't she?"

"Yes sir, she sure is. You're a lucky man," he said.

"You seem like a nice guy Reggie. Do you have a girl friend of your own?"

"Nah, but I do okay," he laughed.

I tipped him $50 for a $30 meal and said "your discretion is appreciated, Reggie."

"Absolutely," he said.

"Then you can expect us to return and we'll expect you to be our waiter," I said. "But, I can't promise any repeat performances. Now, excuse me, I need to run."

All afternoon I sat in my office contemplating my relationship with Donna, my feelings for her, and our marriage as well as potential consequences of the direction we were taking. What started with role play between us was quickly moving on to Donna having real sexual relations with another man. And a black man at that. Talk about "be careful what you wish for," this could really happen. 

Still, it was exciting to see my wife actively entertain another man, seducing him with her sweet mischief. She seemed so at ease performing for him and then for me to learn that he was also black made it even hotter. There was simply no other explanation for what happened. My wife enjoyed our black on white role play more than I thought and now she apparently wanted to take it further. 

I wondered how long she had been feeling this way, how far she wanted to go and how far I was willing to let it happen. How do I fit into this scenario? Am I an observer, a participant, or God forbid waiting at home for her to return from a hot night out? 

What attributes besides black and cock size did she desire? Had she found any possible men yet? Was Reggie a consideration? Would she actually go on a date with him? Would she kiss him and go to bed with him? He was certainly black, attractive, very well-mannered and interested according to Donna. Perhaps he would be a good first choice. 

I thought of so many questions and possible responses as I sat in my chair and looked out the window. I stroked my fingers over my trousers and felt the outline that my cock made against the fabric as I imagined Donna and me play out different scenarios. When, I came to the question 'How would we know if we had gone too far and our marriage suffers?' I didn't have an answer. This last thought had a sobering effect on me and I decided to go home early.

****** On his drive home after the lunch shift, Reggie thought about the couple that he waited on in the restaurant. They were not like any other couples he'd seen in the corner booth before. When he approached their table he couldn't help but notice the woman's eyes on him as she kissed and sucked her husband's finger. He saw a hunger in her and it wasn't for the food on her plate. It seemed to him as he watched her that she was watching him, too. Like they had made a connection and the chemistry was right even if risky. He knew if the gentleman didn't react well to the fact that his wife was seductively flirting with the black waiter that he might get fired but he was glad that he watched in silence. And the best part was not only was there no trouble but Reggie got a fat $50 tip too. 

Normally, Reggie went home to work on his business plan. He wanted to open a fitness club and needed to get his loan request paperwork in order. He already identified the perfect location and a friend would sell him equipment at a huge discount. But today, that work would have to wait. Reggie was just too turned on to think. Instead, he reached for his cell phone and dialed the number at the top of his new favorite list. 

Reggie was quite aware that God had provided him with qualities that beautiful white women desired in a man. First off, he was charismatic, handsome and black. Second, he was young and athletic, reasonably intelligent and goal oriented such that he could explain his life's ambitions in order to carry on a decent non-sexual conversation with anyone, but especially women. And, third, he was hung. 

The other thing Reggie excels at is keeping his mouth shut. He does not boast to anyone about his sexual conquests. This is often a comforting matter to women who cheat on their husbands with him. He knows the adage "the squeaky wheel gets the grease" but he seldom complains or blames others for situations he finds himself in. He does enjoy the personal intimacy attention he receives from women and more often than not, the longer a woman remains in his presence, the more vulnerable and horny she becomes. 

His cell phone directory was jammed with phone numbers for such women. They were as young as 18 and as old as 35. About 25% were married and others had boyfriends but they all had one thing in common: they had sex with Reggie shortly after meeting him. There were only two women in Reggie's directory that he didn't have sex with: his Mother and Sister. His cell phone had multi-list support, like play lists on an MP3 player. Reggie used this feature to organize his phone numbers into lists such as blonde, brunette, and red head. In addition, he had lists for girls that excelled in particular activities such as deep-throat, ATM (ass to mouth), cum swallowing, and GGB (two girls at once with Reggie). The beauty of this technology was that when Reggie was horny an answer was only a phone call away. 

While his car was stopped at a traffic light, Reggie's first call was answered by a recorded voice. He clicked the call off and dialed the next number. 

He wanted to have his cock sucked off while the memory the woman at the restaurant was still fresh in his mind. On the second call, someone answered.

"Hello, this is Honey," said a happy voice. 

"Hey baby, this is Reggie."

"Hi!" She exclaimed. "How are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I'm horny. When are you going to come over again and fuck my brains out? I could really use that now."

"I'm horny too, how about I come over and we can take care of each other?"

Hell yeah," she said. "When do you think you'll get here? Do I have time to take a shower?" 

"I'm almost at your apartment complex. Why don't you strip and wait for me at your door. We can jump in the shower together.

"Mmm. I like that idea. I'm so glad you called. 

Reggie smiled and in his mind he told himself he would be taken care of too. His first choice was Claire but she was unavailable. With her dark hair and body built for sex 30 year old Claire most closely resembled the woman from the restaurant. 

Honey was wearing little to begin with and quickly stripped off her tight tee and panties. She was horny and excited about Reggie's imminent arrival and she reached down to feel her pussy. It was exceptionally wet already and Honey couldn't help herself as she started to finger her wet hole in anticipation of his arrival. She let her mind travel to her favorite masturbation fantasy, telling herself as she increased the pace on her clit that she was going to bring it up this time. 

It was no surprise to Reggie that Honey met him at the door in the manner he suggested. As he walked in, he kissed her on the mouth. They French-kissed for several hot moments and then he pushed her down to her knees. Honey acquiesced to his guidance and fell to her knees. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out for her. He was mostly hard and Honey just creamed when she saw it. 

As she put her small white hands around his very black python-sized cock, she decided to go for it. 

"Reggie, there's something I want to say," she began, "the last time you were here, we got pretty rough." She kissed the top of his cock head and let her lips cascade over it until they sealed around the crown. She lip-sucked this top portion for several moments before continuing. During this time, Reggie reflected on the sex they had last time. They had gotten very wild as he recalled slapping Honey's ass while he fucked her and she screamed through multiple orgasms. 

"What's up Honey? What do you want to say to me?"

"Just that I liked it and was hoping we could do it again," she said while looking up at him. Her kneeling and his height made the appearance of him towering over her so much more intensely appealing to her. So much so that her hand returned to her clit and she told Reggie of her secret lust for a Black Master. 

Reggie stood in silence thinking about what Honey said to him. He heard the yearning in her voice and although he had no direct BDSM experience, the idea of power exchange with her appealed to him, especially given the purpose of today's visit. 

"What are you offering me Honey?" asked Reggie.

"I want you to train me to satisfy your sexual appetite. I want you to tell me what to do and I want to do whatever you want me to do. I want to be fucked every which way by you and to worship you Reggie. I want to feel your black hands spank my white bottom again, and the stinging and the warmth that you brought to my skin. I want to see how far you will push me and how far I'm filling to go." 

Honey spoke with such sincerity in her voice. Reggie looked down at the young white woman on the floor looking up at him. Her eyes welled with water and Reggie felt so touched by her confession to him that he temporarily dismissed his thoughts of the woman in the restaurant. 

She felt as though he looked at her warmly and so she asked, "May I call you Master?"

He nodded and then asked "Do you want me to call you Honey or some other name?"

"Master, you may call me anything that pleases you."

"Give me some examples Honey," he said.

"Slut, bitch, whore, cunt, really anything you want" she said. "I just want to have really intense sex with you and the more you can degrade me the more I think I'll like it."

"Okay Honey, show me what an obedient slut you are and go to work on my cock and don't stop to talk until I ask you to."

"Thank you Master," said Honey and she then she started her first assigned task by kissing his cock with her sweet lips. She inhaled is strong musky scent as she kissed his cock all over and then she opened her mouth and sucked his cock head just past her lips. 

Reggie withdrew from her mouth and said "follow me." He walked to her bedroom and told Honey to crawl on her hands and knees. In the bedroom, he pulled the sheets down and let them fall on the floor at the foot of the bed. Then he got on top of the bed and lay down with his legs hanging over the side. He sat up briefly using his strong abdominal muscles and said "get over here and finish your work bitch." He liked the new power she had given him and he watched her crawl the remaining paces until her open mouth was just at the tip of his cock. As Honey's mouth took in his giant tool, Reggie lay back and closed his eyes as he felt his desire return for the woman at the restaurant.

******

Driving home was somewhat of a blur as I wondered what was in store for me when I got home. I drove past a grocery store and decided to stop and buy her flowers. It would be a nice touch, a detail to make her feel appreciated. One thing I've learned about flowers is that it's a lot cheaper to buy them at a grocery store than at a florist shop and the effect on my wife is still the same. She becomes very affectionate!

I parked my car in the garage next to Donna's. In side the house, there was no immediate sign of her presence, but as I walked up the staircase, I could hear her. As I place my hand on the doorknob to our bedroom, I recognized the sounds as her moans and whimpers of ecstasy. 

After I opened the door, I stood in the doorway to take in the site before me. Donna lay face down on the middle of the bed, with her feet over the edge and a large black dildo shoved into her pussy. Her arms were by her side and she lay there to rest after what sounded like an exhaustive orgasm.

Her clothes were strewn on the floor along side two empty plastic bags. I walked into the room and noticed our flat screen TV was playing a pornographic movie. On the screen a white woman was being gang banged by black men. They were all muscular and hung. In the background of the raunchy scene something else piqued my curiosity and I continued watching the movie. When the scene finally reached the climax, a shot focused in on a white man bound to a chair with rope. He was the husband and his mouth was gagged too. Then the camera zoomed in on his crotch. It was wet, clearly indicating he had cum in his pants. 

I reached down, unzipped my trousers and whipped my cock out. While watching the black guys cum on the woman's face and tits, I began to stroke myself. This was all so surreal and hot too and then I felt Donna's body press into my back. "Hi" she whispered as she reached around to stroke me. "Hi," I said back and continued watching the men coat the woman's body was their hot cum. 

Donna moved around to face me. We kissed momentarily and she lowered herself to her knees and just took my cock into her mouth. On the screen, the next scene began. The cum-covered wife returned to her husband and straddled his lap. She left him bound to the chair and removed the gag from his mouth. Then she leaned in and aligned her right breast with his mouth. He accepted the offering by willingly parting his lips and licking some cum off her nipple. 




Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 02



This scene and my wife's hot mouth proved too much for me and when I announced my impending orgasm, Donna withdrew and said "please don't hate me Bob, but I want black cock and if you let me have it I promise I will take care of your every need."

Her confession was just too much to take. I felt my seamen flow out of my balls and up the shaft. I thrust my cock to her parted lips and said "Oh God Donna, I'm cumming!" She grabbed my cock and directed it to her open mouth as first strand shot out and landed on her face. The second strand made it partially into her mouth and then a third went onto her tongue. She closed off the distance by sucking the head into her mouth and I pumped more cum into her. 

On the screen, the husband was cleaning off his wife's other breast and I felt my cock twitch and pump out more cum as Donna swallowed me down her throat. No matter how good her mouth felt, it was the relationship of the woman and the man on the screen that captivated my lust and all of a sudden I just gave in to the temptation and began another confession. 

"Donna?" I began, she looked up at me. I pointed at the screen and said "I want what they have."

She stopped to look and when she saw all that was happening she turned to me and said "Oh God Bob, that's so hot." She rose to her feet and said "I want us to be like them too Bob. We can too, you know that?" She reached down and stroked my cock in her hand. "We can be like them Bob because we make all the rules. Isn't that right?" 

I nodded and said "Yes."

"Do you want to show me your desire by licking your cum off my lips?"

"Oh my God Donna, yes," I said.

"I want you to pretend I just came home from a date with our waiter. Remember her darling? I used a big black dildo all afternoon while thinking about him ramming his big black cock into my cunt."

"Yes Donna I remember him."

"When he dropped me off at home and I gave him head on our front porch. I swallowed a lot of his cum and what's left is on my face."

I couldn't wait any longer and leaned in to taste the streaks of cum that stuck to her face. 

"Yes darling, show me your desire to be my cuckold husband. You want it too don't you Bob. Enjoy yourself as you clean off my face. I want you to get used to this idea Bob because I intend to start dating black men. They're going to take me out at your expense and I'm going to suck their cocks and let them treat me like a whore as they fuck me all night long." 

She stroked me faster and I was rock hard. "Your cock is so hard, and I know why, isn't that right Bob. It's because you want your wife to go out with black men, you want me to return home freshly fucked with cum oozing out of me and you want to clean me out? Don't you Bob." 

"Yes."

"Say it for me Bob. Give me your blessing and I promise I won't disappoint you."

"I want you to feel free to date black men. I'll pay for it and I hope that you will let me watch sometimes and also let me clean you up when you return." 

"Yes darling, oh my God Bob, thank you. Thank you, thank you. You will not regret this, I promise." 

She went to the bed and opened her legs. "Come here darling and fuck your slut wife."

[To be continued.]



Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 03



[Note to readers. Thanks again for all the helpful comments and emails. I really appreciate what you have to say. I'm blown away by the honesty some of you are sharing with me about your own lives and your interest in this story. Hope you like this next chapter.]

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I mounted my wife in earnest after she opened her legs wide on our bed and invited me to take her. Donna's pussy was super wet and slippery and I moved in and out of her with relative ease. We were caught up in the moment of white-hot passion and exhilaration. I felt strong and confident as I pounded my meat into her wet hole. She responded verbally and physically, moaning and thrashing her head wildly from side to side with her eyes shut. As I looked down at her, I couldn't help but see the woman I married in the slut she was becoming. 

Feeling love running through me, filling me with joy and the desire to express myself with her, I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth and she opened right up for me. Our tongues met once again and danced with one another as our bodies pressed together in sexual harmony. When Donna moaned into my mouth, our kiss ended and I moved my hands alongside her shoulders and pushed myself upward. I thrust with quick short strokes to increase the intensity for me and for her as I wanted to cum with her. Her mouth remained open and she arched her back as the first waves of pleasure crashed within her. Short bursts of air escaped her lips before the sound of her voice returned. I alternated pounding her with short strokes and then long strokes that resulted in our bodies colliding hard against the other and soon enough as her body relaxed beneath me I came. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and just like that we were kissing and tonguing each other again. 

Her lust lay in rest beneath her beautiful sparkling eyes as I lifted my head up to look at her. "I love you," I said and kissed her on the lips again. "I love you too," she replied and kissed me back. We lay together, embracing and kissing one another for several minutes until we drifted off to sleep. 

I woke first. I was on my back and Donna had snuggled up to me. Her head lay flat on my chest and her arms were close to my neck as though she were embracing me or at least hanging on. This was a wonderful moment and I wanted to just lay here holding my wife, feeling her pulse as she slept in my arms. But a maverick strand of her hair found its way into my nostril and made me feel a need to sneeze. I tried exhaling through my nose but the uncomfortable itch remained. The sneeze was only a matter of moments away as the tension continued to build. The itch remained a constant irritation until finally I mustered the courage to lift my arm and gently wipe her hair from my face. At last, I was breathing comfortably again and Donna was still asleep.

While we lay together, I thought about us, our lives as a couple and the feelings, hopes, and needs we express to one another when we're together. When I think about us that way, there is no room for someone else in our lives and I wonder how and why I ever got into the fantasy of sharing her with another man in the first place. But it doesn't take long and soon my thoughts of her in the arms of another man bring life back to my dick and I am hard again. It's only fantasy. Still, if she went for it and made it hot for me, I'd probably go along. I don't actually want her in bed with anyone but me. The thought of someone else getting to touch her and witness her sexual joy and lay with her in the quiet aftermath disturbs me and suddenly I wrap my arms around her and she wakes.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi."

We kiss and she withdraws. "I'm cold." She reaches down to pull up the sheets and they are on the floor at the foot of the bed. Then she gets out of bed and says "I need to pee." I look at her and capture a mental snapshot of her beautiful body before she leaves. She really is a very striking woman in the nude. Many women can look great dressed but few pull it off in the nude. My wife Donna is one of them and that makes me a very lucky man. 

I need to pee too and rise off the bed. I can wait for her to come back out before going in and so I pull the sheets and blanket up onto the bed. 

When she returns from the bathroom, she's wearing a pink fluffy robe that covers her body from shoulders to ankles. On her feet are her pink and white fluffy slippers. She looks cute in them but not sexy. I suddenly feel awkward standing in the nude. We kiss briefly on the lips and then she says, "I need to ask you something."

"Can it wait, I need to pee."

"No. I really want know something. And now is the perfect time to ask because I'm wearing this frumpy robe you hate and we just made love so you can be objective when you answer me."

"Okay Donna, what do you want to know?"

"Do you want me to cuckold you because you met someone else and you want to divorce me without paying for it?"

"What? No. No Donna. That's not it at all." 'Where does she come up with this shit?' I wondered. 

"Then why do you want me to have sex with other men?"

"Because it's wrong I guess. I don't know how to explain it. The wrongness of it makes me feel hot inside and it makes my dick hard."

"What makes you think you can handle me cuckolding you?"

"Honestly? I don't know if I can. I probably can't. When I am feeling rational, it makes no sense to me what-so-ever. But, when I let my guard down and allow myself to feel sexual urges, I think I'm capable of anything, including the idea of you being with another man."

"What triggers you to let your guard down?"

"I really need to pee, Donna. Can this wait?"

"Ok, but do you mind using the toilet down stairs?"

"Why?"

"Because I need to use the one up here again, ok?"

"Ok, fine," I said and stormed down the stairs to the landing and then into the library and its bathroom. I let out a big sigh as my piss hit the toilet and the flow began to release the pressure I felt in my bladder. 'Piss and cum depart from the same tube and each provides a pleasurable experience unlike the other,' I thought as I filled the bowl with the hot yellow fluid.

Meanwhile, Donna returned to our bathroom and wiped up the small cum deposit she had left on the toilet seat and then flushed it. She was not embarrassed by her action but knew the timing would not be right. It was a stretch as it was. The semen had already thinned to its clear liquid state inside her and now it was exposed to air and drying. She would save this opportunity for another time. Besides there was a better next step to try and she was glad she remembered. After all, she shared his fantasy too and she wanted to make sure that she sealed the deal with her husband before she began her extra marital adventures. 

When I returned to the bedroom, I felt tons better. Bladder pressure is awful. Anyway, I noticed Donna waiting for me in about the same place as before. This time she was filing a nail. "Hi," I said, "where were we?"

"You were going to tell me what triggers you to let your guard down just before you begin to think irrationally."

"Huh?"

"You know, what triggers you to think sexually? Come on Bob, this is important to me."

"It's usually a provocative visual stimulant. Like a picture of a woman in a bikini, standing on a beach or she's dressed in a black something or other with a slit along the side and the front of her dress is open, giving me a great view of the top half of her breasts. Or maybe she's wearing a thin band around her neck. Or maybe it's the softness of her face or the mystery of her eyes or something hinted but hidden. Or maybe she's got a whip in her hand and she's smiling at the thought of whipping her male."

After I spoke, I wondered where she was going with this line of questioning and if my answer made sense. 

Donna loosened the knot at the front of her robe and her robe opened slightly to reveal more skin. A smile crept on her lips and she watched me intently.

"So after you see something provocative, then what happens?"

"I get hard and stroke. A lot plays into it from there." 

"What do you mean?" she asked and let more of her robe open. I could see a portion of her thigh and the space between her breasts. Her head was facing downward but her eyes were looking upward at me. She looked hot to me and I felt my dick hardening. 

"I mean if there is time to go for it and jerk off. Or perhaps more time and I'm in the mood to prolong the build up, I might continue looking at the picture or close my eyes and let my mind drift."

"Where does it drift to Bob?"

"It depends. Sometimes I am assertive and kiss her passionately and she acquiesces to my touch."

"She gives herself freely to you?"

"Yes." 

"What other directions do you drift?"

"Sometimes, I want to feel her physical and psychological control over me. Like she ties me up or something and then has sex with someone else."

"Like a voyeur."

"Yes, or perhaps she ties me to the foot of the bed and I only get to listen."

"Oh my Bob, that's so hot. But why do you want to be tied up and allowed to only listen?"

"Its not what I want, it's what I perceive the woman to want from me. All I want is to know she is pleasured. It's about me sacrificing my own physical pleasure for her enjoyment. Sometimes, it's seeing a woman cum that does it for me. Or its seeing her take splashes of hot cum to her face and into her mouth. Or its something else, perhaps she whips a man until he begs for mercy, then she tosses the whip on him and gives herself to another man."

"What happens to you when she goes off with someone else?"

"I become an observer and jerk off."

"And that makes you happy."

"In a way I guess. Yeah. It turns me on to fantasize like that. And the orgasms are powerful. The more prolonged they are, the more intense they are when it happens."

"Sort of the ultimate orgasm, huh" she asked.

"That's it exactly!"

I watch Donna as she moves her fingers over the front of her robe and touches her chest. We have eye contact and I see mischief looking back at me. She moves her finger in a circular manner. As the circle widens, her robe opens further. I think my mouth is open. Otherwise, I stand in silence watching her seduce me. I touch my cock. It is already hard and pointing outward as I begin to stroke. 

"What are you thinking right now Bob?"

"I'm thinking you want me to drift."

"Yes I do Bob," she said softly. "I want you to get back into our bed, relax and let all of your worries go. I've been learning erotic hypnosis and I want to try it with you. I want to see if it will help you to drift off into a peaceful existence, where you listen to me and accept what I have to say. Would you like to try?"

"Yes Donna, let's try." I got back into bed and lay on top of the sheets. I felt warm and did not need covers.

"That's good Bob, just lay there and try to relax with your arms at your sides. Listen to my voice as I speak to you. Let your body relax. Breathe in deeply and clear your mind of all your troubles and daily stresses. Feel the pressure of your burdens decrease in your shoulders, chest, and back and you become weightless. You are floating on a feather that takes you further and further to a peaceful place."

Hey this is really working. I feel like I'm floating. My eyes are closed and I feel relaxed as Donna talks to me. 

"There is a light warm fog that surrounds your body as the feather carries you further. Your mind is at ease, your body is relaxed and you are feeling weightless. There is a clearing ahead and the feather takes you there. The feather comes to a resting stop and tilts so that you can look in. The opening provides you a perfect view of a bedroom and you feel perfectly at peace because you recognize me in this room."

'This is really cool, it's all happening just as she says it,' I tell myself.

"I am wearing 5" red stiletto shoes and a very short black silk robe, and I am looking at the stranger sitting on the bed. He is a very handsome and muscular black man, seated naked on the side of our bed and he is watching me. You feel a hint of envy as you take in the fact that I am entertaining him in his bedroom and that I am dressed for him in things that I have refused to wear for you. Yet, your cock hardens as you recognize we both want this in our marriage."

My cock is hard and I want to touch it but for some reason I don't.

"You remain comfortably positioned by the supporting feather as you continue looking into the clearing. His beautiful cock points in my direction and I cannot take my eyes off it as I untie the robe and let it fall over my shoulders." 

I barely feel a change in my position as Donna climbs onto bed with me. "I'm sending a servant girl to your side my darling. Soon you will feel her hands upon you. Welcome her touch as you watch me with my new lover." 

I feel her soft warm fingers touch my cock. They wrap around my shaft and hold on loosely. Then she moves her fist up and down and the feeling is absolutely wonderful. 

"Your cock responds quite well to her darling. I want you to know that she has orders to keep you happily entertained on your feather while you watch your loving wife give herself to another man. The servant girl is insignificant. Your only desire is to ensure I am pleasured and so I'm going to tell you what you are going to willingly do for me. You are to continue listening to my voice, watch the activity taking place between me and the stranger and letting the servant girl work your cock. You can show me your cooperation and desire by keeping your cock nice and hard for me. Can you do that Bob? You may answer me now."

"Yes Donna. I can and will for you."

"That's good darling. Now just continue to feel relaxed as you see me kneel in front of the stranger. He is speaking to me but you cannot see his face or hear him so I will tell you what he wants. He wants the same things we do darling and I'm going to give it all to him while you relax on the feather and watch us. You see my mouth open as I lower my head onto his cock. My lips cover his crown and about 4" of hard young cock meat disappears into my hot little mouth. My hair cascades over my head but the feather moves slightly to give you the best view. The servant girl's hand remains on your cock and you enjoy the physical pleasure of her touch." 

I am so turned on and wondering what she has in store. The hand on my cock feels wonderful and I lift my pelvis up and thrust into her hand as she brings her fist down my shaft.

"The stranger looks up and you see the bliss in his expression as he feels his cock being swallowed by your wife."

"Oh my god," I mutter.

"That's it Bob, go with it. Feel her hand and your lust join together as you watch me with him. His cock tastes wonderful and I continue sucking him down my throat as his large hands cover my head and hold me firmly in place. You recognize him from the restaurant. He is our waiter and I want him to be my first black lover but he certainly won't be the last will he?"

"No Donna. He won't be the last." The hand on my cock continued rubbing up and down my shaft as I envisioned Donna sucking our waiter's cock.

"He won't be the last because you know I need more than you can give me. Isn't that right Bob?"

"Yes. Donna."

"And, you are okay with that because you know I will always come back to you because I love you. Isn't that right Bob?"

"Yes Donna."

"And, you love me more than anyone or anything and you want me to be happy, joyous and free to roam with whoever I want, isn't that right Bob?"

"Yes Donna. I love you more than anything.

"Now watch me rise and climb onto the center of the bed as he gets up and strokes his cock. Look at it. It's magnificent. A fully engorged big black cock, glistening wet with my spit. He's going to fuck me bareback with it. My ovulation cycle begins today and there is a distinct possibility that he will impregnate me. Had you considered that aspect Bob?"

"Oh my god," I yelled. 

"Look Bob, he's mounting me. He says he's not going to eat me out first because he expects me to be wet already. And, I am Bob. I am very wet for him."

"Oh wow," I say as I feel the girl's hand rapidly moving over my cock.

"Bob, I want you to mount the servant girl. She waits for you as I wait for him. Feel how wet she is on your cock and know that's how I feel for the waiter. Do it now."

In my frenzied state, I rose and saw Donna as the servant girl in the center of the bed. Her face was pressed to the mattress and her ass was raised up in the air. It was just as she described herself with the waiter. As I put the head of my cock to her hole, she moved her ass back to me and my cock went in to the base. 

"Bob, treat the servant girl like a whore and fuck her hard."

I grabbed her hips, withdrew my cock a little and then rammed it home to the base. 

"That's it, just like he's doing to me, Bob. I really like it too. He's so much bigger than you but you are ok because I am giving you the servant girl. Now fuck her harder and make her cum!"

As soon as Donna announced her own orgasm, I was spraying cum like a fountain. 

"Oh my god, Bob, he's filling me with cum," she yelled. I pumped and spurted ropes of cum as the servant girl milked my cock with her tight pussy.

Long after I came, I was still pumping my hard dick into the servant girl's pussy. She felt wet and sloppy but she came over and over as I pounded her. When I was devoid of energy, I stopped and the girl fell flat on the mattress. She lay there quietly for a moment and I watched her in silence.

"Okay now Bob, I need you to lay back down on your feather and relax. It's going to take you on a short trip into the future where you are in bed, alone and waiting for me to come home from my date with the waiter."

I lay back and felt the warmth of the feather and relaxed. 

"Breathe in deeply and feel wonderful about your marriage and the new life you are living as a cuckold husband. Let yourself fall asleep and when your wife comes home, you will wake and feel at peace, just as you do now. Wait for her to come to bed so you can see her for what she is and she can see you for what you are."

Donna leaves the bed and I drift off to sleep. 

She returns a few minutes later and yells from downstairs, "Honey, I'm home!"

I wake and feel refreshed.

When Donna reaches the open doorway, I am blown away. She's wearing a brand new mini robe and red stiletto shoes. Her hair is a mess and she removes the robe as she walks toward me. I start to sit up but she says "Lay back down honey." She climbs on the bed and kneels around my shoulders. "Eat me clean Bob. Show me what a good cuckold husband does when his slut wife comes home from fucking all night."

She rose and mounted her hot wet crotch onto my mouth as I opened it. Within seconds the first droplets of man cum were landing on my tongue and I swallowed audibly. She rode my face and made herself cum several times as I ate out every bit. Then she asked me for a favor as she rolled off me.

"Anything," I said.

"Draw a hot bubble bath for me cuck-boy, okay?"

Feeling like a new man, I jumped out of bed went to the bathroom as requested.

[To be continued.]



Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 04



[Note to readers: I thank you for all the feedback and especially the emails. Please continue to express your opinions and requests if you have them. I've enjoyed reading and considering your ideas. Keep them coming. In this chapter, I took a detour and am giving you Donna's story as well as the introduction of some new characters, two of which represent one of my readers and his wife. Hope you enjoy this one.]

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While Bob went to draw her bath, Donna lay back on the bed and a big sigh escaped her lips. She could hardly contain herself after what just transpired between them. It was a giant step forward for both of them and Donna relished the moment with her eyes closed. She didn't have to touch herself to know she was still wet for sex but she reached down anyway and lightly caressed herself as she replayed in her mind the scene with her husband. Donna smiled contentedly as she recognized the sound of water splashing into their tub. Bob's compliance was happening just as Nancy had taught her. 

In ten minutes, the bathtub was filled with hot water and bubbles and scented candles illuminated the room as Donna walked in. She inhaled deeply as the lavender kissed her nostrils. She turned and smiled at her husband and suggested he kneel beside the tub until she was ready to be towel-dried. Again he complied and if he said anything, she didn't notice as she slipped into the heated tub with thoughts Nancy and the undying gratitude she felt for her.

Enveloped by soothing hot water and sudsy bubbles, Donna relaxed, closed her eyes and let her mind drift to that fun filled day only weeks ago.

* * * 

Donna found Nancy by chance in a naughty chat room established for wayward wives. She had been on the Internet researching potential causes of her husband's impotence and somehow got side-tracked into looking at porn. Donna's open-mindedness, her curiosity for exploration on any subject, free time, and lack of physical sex supported this endeavor. 

One click led to another and soon Donna's jeans were open as her mind filled with images of naked women getting stuffed with giant cocks. She envied their expressions and the pure joy they must have felt the moment they were captured on film. And, the fact that these cocks were huge was not lost on Donna either. She was mesmerized by their length and girth and the impact they were having on the women in the pictures. 

The visuals stirred so many thoughts and feelings within Donna's core. If a line of reason were drawn in front of her, Donna let go and crossed it. She ached for penetration and the wild physical pleasure that comes with riding a stiff cock while pressing her soft thighs onto firm masculine legs. This time, however, she would have to settle for self-pleasure and placed her feet on the edge of her desk. She parted her knees and circled her clit with her left index finger and continued holding the mouse in her right hand, clicking it for the next series of scintillating pictures. The pleasure hit her without warning and she came like a fountain. 

Chat lines in various colors and fonts filled her screen while Donna arched her back and pressed her head onto the back of the chair. She attempted circling her clit once more to prolong her pleasure, but her sensitivity dictated stopping and so she let her hands fall to her sides just after the strongest wave crashed. Short high pitched sounds filled the air. Her knees fell downward, opening her spread much wider as her physical strength weakened. The intensity diminished slowly and a minute later Donna's normal breathing returned. She remained in her chair but moved her feet to the floor, stretching them out under the desk. 

It had been so long since she felt the after glow of sex and she wondered why she hadn't done this before. As she smiled, she looked at the screen and realized it had changed significantly.

The first thing she noticed were lines of copy scrolling up her screen. She didn't quite know what to think of the screen names like cuck 1, cuck 2, and cuck 3. But she also saw women's names, Brenda, Celia and Nancy and men's names: Sailor, Black Master, and Sir John. She watched their threads of conversation and felt voyeur-joy as she read their comments. The thread between Nancy and Sailor caught her attention and she watched the screen intently as their story unfolded.

Nancy: White, married, 35, available for dating. Sailor: Where do you live Nancy? Nancy: In Johnson City, Texas, sir. Sailor: Do you have a picture babe? Nancy: I sure do. Click here honey and tell me what you think. Cuck-loser: Do you allow your husband to watch you and your bulls play? Nancy: Not that that's any business to concern yourself with, but for the real men out there I leave that up to my lover's discretion. Brenda: Here, here, Nancy. I so agree. I must confess too, it thrills me to no end when a stud orders my husband around and at the same time treats me like a common whore. Nancy: That's because you are a common whore dear. Brenda: Thank you. Cuck 222: I'm so hard right now.

There was a long pause in Nancy's conversation with Sailor as more chat chatter filled the screen, but by this time the full effect of Nancy's conversation was just hitting Donna. Johnson City was close to home. Only 1 town away and Donna felt her head swell with panic and curiosity. As Sailor obviously had, Donna clicked the link that Nancy shared. 

Donna gasped as she looked at the page that opened on her screen. Here is the gist of what she saw:

Mrs. Nancy Johansen Johnson City, Texas Her email address

Below the personal information was a brief introduction from Nancy that looked more like a short list of stats. There was also a sexy picture of Nancy wearing a bikini and lying on a chaise by the pool. In one hand a frozen margarita. In the other hand, a cell phone held up to her ear. A caption below the picture stated: "Call me. I fuck real men on the first date."

Introduction: Physical stats: 35 years old, Caucasian, natural blond, blue-eyes, 5'6" 108 lbs, white, 24, 36, 28 measurements, shaved.

Marital & financial status: happily married, husband pays all expenses

Interests: Dating men, regardless of race. Being submissive to dominant men and humiliating my husband John because I know he likes it.

Skills: Deep-throat cock sucking, 3-hole submission, massage therapy, erotic hypnosis.

Limits: Nothing illegal or sick like sex with animals.

Donna laughed at the limits list and then decided Nancy was somehow grounded because of it. She looked at the picture of the blonde in the bikini and wondered if one day she would be advertising herself like this. This woman was clearly a naughty girl and Donna felt her excitement grow.

Below the introduction there was a collage of pictures. In the center of the collage was a picture of Nancy. She was nude, kneeling and sucking a black man's cock. The pictures that orbited the center picture were smaller but intuitive. Some showed Nancy dressed with different men. Another showed Nancy's lily white ass as she rest on all 4s. And a final image was a black circle with a pink question mark inside it.

As she looked at the page and the collage especially, Donna moved the pointer about the screen until she realized the pictures were clickable. 

Donna's curiosity got the best of her and she clicked the center image. A new page displayed and took some time to load. When the page was loaded there were 30 pictures in all. They were arranged as a series and in the first picture, there was Nancy dressed and sitting provocatively in a chair. The shock of it though was that her feet were resting on the back of a white guy who was on all 4s and smiling back at the camera. A caption beneath it stated: John is my footstool, among other things. 

In the second picture, a black man wearing white bell bottom pants and an orange tank top was walking through the front door. A large bulge appeared down and to the left of his tight white pants.

In the third picture, John knelt and Nancy rose to greet the black man with a kiss.

In pictures 4-10, the black man embraced Nancy and she French-kissed him hotly and deeply. John was conspicuously absent but his presence was assumed and indicated as Donna's eyes roved on to picture 11.

In pictures 11-13, Nancy undressed and John is seen kneeling in the background with his head facing the floor. The first caption stated: Marcus wants to stay in and have me show John what a whore I am for black cock.

As Donna reads the copy and looks at the pictures she feels her lust rise higher than before. The sheer magnitude of what she's reading is so sinful and wrong and yet the woman in the pictures is so beautiful and sexy. Donna's lust overwhelms her. She cannot stop now and again reaches between her legs and begins to stroke.

In pictures 14-17: Nancy is nude and kneeling before Marcus. She unzips his trousers, reaches inside and withdraws and enormous monster cock. It is semi-hard and she kisses it on the tip with red painted lips. 

Donna stands and strips herself of all clothing. She returns to her chair, sits, and lifts her legs onto the desktop. The desk surface is cold but the lusty fire burning within her is heat enough and she fervently strokes her unprotected clit as she looks on at the next picture. 

In pictures 18-20: Nancy works the cock with her lips, making it exceptionally hard.

Donna yearns for a cock that hard and mumbles audibly for the first time. 

In pictures 21-22, Nancy's mouth is open and stuffed full of black cock. Her lips are stretched wide to accommodate the mammoth tool. His balls hang below her chin and there is a long lump appearing along her throat. A caption states: A good whore knows best how to lubricate a giant cock.

Donna is simply amazed at how any woman could swallow a cock that size without suffocating. As she stares at the picture and the visual and textual messages sink in, Donna feels a lustful fit coming on and mutters "I need a man like that in my life" and she rubs her clit just a little faster. 

In pictures 23-24, Nancy is laying on the floor with her legs spread wide. Marcus has mounted her and his cock is sunk within her depths. The caption reads: Unprotected sex is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

In pictures 25-26: Nancy's pussy lips are red and stretched while Marcus's giant shaft pummels its way into her. 

In picture 27: Marcus has pulled out and Nancy's pussy gapes open. 

In pictures 28, 29, and 30: Nancy's face is shown with an ever increasing amount of cum on her face.

Donna stroked her clit until she came as she stared at the amount of cum on Nancy's face. Cum was in her eyes, nostrils and mouth and Donna was so turned on in the moment that she screamed cathartically as the hardest orgasm of the day hit her. 

Then without warning, Donna heard the back door shut and Bob's announcement that he was home for the evening. In her panic, she powered off the PC, gathered her clothes and ran to their bathroom just before he reached the staircase. 

* * * Donna opened her eyes. Her heart beat slowed down as she focused on her surroundings and the comfort of safety they gave her. The surprise crisis moment of being caught red-handed still caused her to panic and she reminded herself that she needed to be careful until she had full control of the household and their marriage. Then, she might actually let him catch her. 

Donna smiled as she remembered that evening was the night Bob confessed his sordid fantasy to her and they made passionate love together for the first time in over a year. She loved her husband and was entirely grateful they were doing it once again and so she reserved the right to keep her own secrets to herself for the time being. It was the right decision she told herself. No need to spoil a good thing in marriage and a good thing on the side. 

The bubbles were gone and the soapy water had cooled dramatically since Donna entered the tub but she wasn't ready to get out yet. Her body ached from the rough fucking her husband gave her and so she pushed a button to turn on the jets and heater. A motor whirred into motion and water blasts collided with her body. The tub vibrated and Donna purred as she stretched out in the tub. When her body settled in the warming tub, she closed her eyes once again and recalled in her mind the day after she saw Nancy's web page.

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The next morning seemed to linger forever until Bob finally left the house for work. As his car rolled down the block, Donna was seated at her PC and looking at the history file for the site she visited the day before. She clicked the link once she found it and felt her breathing change the moment the screen filled with naughty pictures. Today would be different she told herself. She was on a mission this time. Her purpose: to find Nancy's page and contact her.

She bookmarked the home page this time and then studied its contents. She was looking for something to tip her off about Nancy's page. There were at least 3 'click here to join' links, an FAQ link, and contact web master link but nothing about Nancy. She saw a link to Chat and clicked on it. The site prompted her for a password and she clicked cancel. A message displayed to inform her she would have to buy a membership in order to view contents of the site and chat. Since this didn't happen yesterday, she clicked other links on the page only to be prompted for password or 'click here to join' again. 

The sale had been closed the day before. Donna knew it and so without further delay she went to her purse and retrieved her credit card. On her way back to the PC, she felt as though she would on a shopping high: energized and frisky. But in this instance, the shopping was for entry into a new world where dreams and consequences are fulfilled. 

Once the credit card authorization took place, Donna took a deep breath and entered the site as whiteslut99.

Donna found a member's directory and input 'Nancy Johansen' and pressed the enter button. The site displayed Nancy's page and Donna sighed. She found the page again. This time there were on-screen prompts to blow a kiss at the person, contact her or bookmark the profile. Donna quickly bookmarked it and then clicked the kiss link. The screen refreshed but other than that nothing obvious happened so Donna scrolled down the page to see the collage again. She clicked on one of the smaller orbiting images and her screen filled with a new page and more images.

Unbeknownst to Donna, the kiss she sent went straight to Nancy Johansen's account. Nancy had logged in earlier and noticed the kiss right away. She was intrigued by the ID name and so she set out to look at its profile. It was no surprise to her. The profile was empty. This could mean a newbie slut or a man pretending. It was too early to tell which and so an intrigued Nancy Johansen began an email addressed to whiteslut99.

The page that Donna clicked to was different. It contained fewer pictures and each one had a longer caption that told an individual story.

The first image presented Nancy in a skimpy purple dress with spaghetti straps. She was seated up close and personal to a black man, with her hand wrapped around his cock. The caption stated "I spent the day shopping for my date with Greg. I wanted to have the right dress so he could brag about his white slut in front of his friends at the night club. I spent two hours getting ready, but when Greg got to our house, he sat down and said he didn't feel like going out. He told my husband to fetch us drinks and when John returned, my hand was wrapped around Greg's big black cock. John set the drinks down on the coffee table and pouted as Greg told him to scram. Then we laughed together as John departed." 

Donna felt her lust take over again. It filled her body with a warm feeling like confidence does and so she let go her reserve finally and untied her robe. The cool air in the room kissed her already erect naked nipples and made them harder. After arching, she relaxed in the chair, opened her legs and reached down to touch her private area. Donna was already wet beyond belief.

Another image presented Nancy wearing a black mini skirt, white vest with black push up bra and lots of cleavage showing. The copy stated "I told my husband his job tonight is to play chauffeur. Greg's car is in the shop and he needs a ride. After you drop him off, just park the car in the driveway and wait. When he is done with me, I'll call you with further instructions."

A third and fourth image are boxed together. In the image on the left, Nancy is wearing short jean cutoffs and a pink top, standing in a parking lot of a local grocery store. Her hair looks nice and her wondrous breasts are pushing outward. The copy states "Waiting for Greg and his friends to pick me up in their van and take me to an undisclosed party location."

In the image on the right, Nancy is nude and seated with her legs spread wide on top of a wooden crate labeled Fresh Spinach. She has cum in her hair, on her nose, cheeks, lips, and tits. Her pussy gapes open and a big glob of cum lays within it. More cum streaks across her wide open thighs and the copy states: "Ready for clean up John. Where the fuck did you go, Loser?"

Donna was beside herself with lust. She could not believe what she was reading and seeing and yet there were the pictures and the copy on Nancy's page of indiscretions. This was all so wrong and yet the knowledge of another wife's infidelity and taunting were so arousing. 

Donna could not help herself. The information and pictures were just too much to resist. She did the only thing she could think of. She stopped reading and simply masturbated through five messy orgasms. 

When she finished, she was a total mess. Sweaty, cum-soaked, and wanting more, Donna noticed a blinking indicator on her screen. She had mail! She clicked on the link and it took her to an inbox. There were two notes. The first one was a welcome notice from the site. It thanked her for joining and wished her good luck on her pursuits. The second one was from Nancy Johansen.

Donna paused and stared at note number two in her inbox. The subject line indicated thanks for my kiss and so Donna then opened the letter.

Dear whiteslut99,

Thank you for blowing a kiss to me. There are 1000s of members on this site so it's especially nice to be noticed and appreciated with a kiss. 

Usually when I visit an empty profile, I block the sender as 99% of the time it's a cuckold, and cuckolds other than my husband do not deserve my time or attention. I see by the history information on my page you have spent a good deal of time there already. I can only assume you like what you are seeing and since I'm in a good mood, I am contacting you in thanks as well as to offer my welcome to the site in case you are a woman.

Legs up,

Nancy.

Donna read and re-read the letter several times. She felt the rush of adrenalin surge through her as the impact of making contact with Nancy hit her. She quickly set down to write her reply.

Dear Nancy,

I am a woman. My name is Donna and I live in Rexburn and I'm really new to this site and learning about the lifestyle. There is so much to learn it seems and as I look at member pages, your's in particular, I become overwhelmed with lust. I think I've masturbated more in two days than the rest of my life combined. 

I've been happily married 19 years and only recently gotten interested in extramarital affairs. This is largely the result of my husband telling me his fantasy: to see me fucked by well endowed black men. I love my husband. He is a good man and if this will make him happy, I want to do what I can to make it fun.

I haven't finished looking at your site but you seem like a racy woman to me. And, that's exciting and scary at the same time. You look so friendly in your photographs and so I feel somewhat safe responding to you. Also, I'm curious to meet you because we live so close. Would you have any interest in meeting me? Or Helping me learn what to do and what not to do? Can you advise me so my husband and I have fun and not end up divorced? 




Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 04



Here is my cell #. I guess it's the quickest way to find out I'm a woman. I hope you are too. 

Thanks for replying, Donna.

Donna held her breath and clicked the send button. Then she exhaled and waited. Two minutes went by and nothing happened. She was naked, cold and sticky now so she put her robe on. As she tied the sash, "Back in Black" burst out of her cell phone and her heart leapt. 

"Hello?" said Donna.

"Hi your self honey. This is Nancy," said the voice on the other end. She was friendly sounding, much like Donna.

"Oh my god, I don't know what to say. I've never done this before. I don't know what to say."

"That's ok sweetie, I'm just relieved to find out you're a woman.' She laughed.

Donna liked Nancy's laughter and joined in. It was reassuring when two women met and laughed together. So many times, there is competition or some other nonsense that makes one woman feel uneasy with the other.

"Me too, I guess. After I sent my response I hoped you were still a woman."

"That I am honey. So tell me, what kind of advice are you looking for?"

"I really don't know where to begin," said Donna, "I love my husband. I've been faithful to him for 19 years and recently while we were enjoying the best sex in a long time he told me he was pretending to be a black man fucking me and that he wants me to have sex with black men," she said, "and, I really want to just learn from someone who's already doing it before I make up my mind. Does that make any sense?"

"Perfect. You're so smart darling. So many of us rush right in and seldom think of the consequences until it's too late."

"So will you help me?" asked Donna.

"I'd love to darling," said Nancy, "as long as you are honest with me so I can guide you properly. Agreed?

"Oh yes," said Donna eagerly.

They talked for nearly two hours. Nancy informed Donna about the different ways she knew of women cuckolding their husbands, the reasons behind such decisions and so on. She told Donna she was lucky because her husband brought this to her as his fantasy and that if she wanted she could simply role play with him and be happy with that or she could go to another level and date other men. She explained the important thing was that in a cuckold marriage the woman needed to be in control. 

Nancy then told Donna of her own insatiable need for sex and how she's always known that no single man could tame her lust. Her husband understood this when they married and they agreed that each has the freedom to date others. Over time, she expressed her need to control his sexual urges and he acquiesced with a little help of erotic hypnosis. Now, John prefers the cuckold lifestyle and provides exceptionally good financial care for her.

Donna was amazed at what she heard and asked Nancy about the erotic hypnosis as she shifted in her chair and untied her robe. She already knew she loved control. She was a woman after all and having control felt natural to her. But she also recognized her inexperience and that she needed someone to guide her. On top of that, their sharing made her feel horny again and she wanted to stroke simply for that reason. 

"Hypnosis surfaces hidden desires and reinforces their importance in a person's life," began Nancy. "The erotic part just makes it fun for both of us. I've been using it on John for years now. He's normal in every way except that when I give him the signal he becomes mine completely."

Just then the tub motor shut off and Donna came back to reality. She was enjoying her memory of meeting Nancy but now that the jet tub's cycle had completed she knew it was time to get out. She sat upright and saw Bob kneeling. He looked uncomfortable and so she suggested he stand and help her out of the tub and give her a fresh towel.

He was attentive and the look of relief splashed across his face as the blood rushed to his knees when he stood upright. His cock had long since wilted and he looked tired to her. 

"I thought you wanted me to towel you off," he said dejectedly.

"I changed my mind. There is something more important. Go to my desk and retrieve my cell phone. I need to make a call."

When he returned, Donna was dried and wearing a clean silk kimono robe and thong slippers. She took the phone and pressed the button for Nancy. After three short rings, her call was answered.

"Hello honey. How did it go?"

"Simply wonderful, he's never fucked me so hard in my whole life and then afterward, he even drew me a bath. I've just been soaking and thinking about you and how we met and everything."

Bob watched his wife with curious wonder. He looked at her inquisitively, mentally asking 'what's going on? Do you have a boy friend already? Where do I fit in? Do I fit in? Are you going to exclude me?' But there were no answers. Donna simply walked past him as though he were invisible while she and Nancy caught up. He looked down at the floor and listened as her voice grew faint in the distance. The feeling was just now returning to his knees and he began to worry about what lay in-store for him, his precious wife and their marriage.

[to be continued.]



Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 05



Fantasy exploration within a marriage only works when both parties' needs are met. When the balance of power shifts in favor of one over the other then things can get dicey. That's what seemed to me to be happening as Donna walked out of the room talking to someone on her cell phone.

I took a quick shower, got dressed and mentally prepared myself to confront her. I thought we were doing this together and now that there was a mystery person involved, I felt left out. 

When I got to the kitchen, Donna was just hanging up the phone. 

"Who was that?"

"Her name is Nancy. She's a new friend of mine."

"Why did you tell her I've never fucked you better?" I whined.

Donna slipped the phone into her robe pocket and then folded her arms across her chest. She looked at me sternly before responding. "She is my sexual mentor. She's helping me transition into the wife you asked me to become." She looked down at the floor momentarily.

"You're already a great wife Donna. It was just fantasy talk. I don't want to do it except when, you know, I'm horny and overcome with lust. But upstairs when you were on the phone, I thought you had a boyfriend already and it hurt me."

She looked up at me and we held eye contact. "Oh honey, I don't have any such thing. There is so much we need to discuss. I've been doing a lot of research and soul-searching on my own. Our marriage is the most important thing in my life and I really just wanted to give you your fantasy because I love you."

"Well I don't want to share you with anyone."

"We don't have to. It's up to both of us because that's how our marriage works best. We can just role play if you want. Nancy told me a lot of people do just that and have a great time. It's like practicing safe marriage sex," she laughed.

"Who is this Nancy? How did you meet her? What is her interest in you?"

Donna laughed. "Let's go sit in the Library and talk, okay?"

"Okay."

We meet in the Library five minutes later. The room has three walls of books and we sit on a sofa that's centered along the back empty wall. A ceiling lamp and fan hang from the ceiling. The fan is on a low-speed setting and the air in the room is somewhat stale, a by-product of books that nobody reads anymore. 

I brought glasses of ice water and we drink half the amount before anyone starts talking. She gulps and I sip. Donna is seated on the right side of the sofa, her feet on the floor and knees together. She's holding the glass in her hands and resting it on the Kimono in the space between her parted thighs. She faces me as I put my drink on a side table. I cross my right leg over my left and fold my hands to rest on top of my thigh. When I turn to look at her she begins to speak. 

"Before we continue, I just want to say that I love you and I'm willing to drop this whole thing for the sake of our marriage. Okay?" she asked.

"Okay."

"I missed you when we didn't have sex for a year."

"I missed you too."

"That night you fucked the living daylights out of me was incredible."

"Yeah, it was for me too."

"And the reason you gave was so outrageous, but I went with it because it had been so long since we made love and you felt so wonderful inside me again." Donna looked upward and shut her eyes as though she were reliving the moment. When she opened her eyes again, there were small tears in the corners but she was smiling and looking at me. "I love you baby," she said, "no matter what happens from here on out, I want you to know that."

"I love you too Donna." I wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder, reel her in next to me but I didn't. Something gnawed through my ability and I froze.

"The sex we had that night was so incredibly fulfilling that I started researching your fantasy online," she began. "There are some interesting web sites on the subject, ranging from hardcore pornography to heart-warming and provocative stories to community sites and clinical articles." 

"What kind of articles?" I asked and uncrossed and re-crossed my legs the other way and sat back into the soft cushions of the sofa.

"Well, I haven't actually read clinical articles on open marriages. I took the porn and community site route," she giggled.

"I see."

"Bob, it's so hot. Did you know there are sites with women advertising themselves to men called bulls?"

"Not specifically, no."

"It's so naughty, I know. But I also found out men besides porn stars are really hung too." Donna rolled her head back and touched her exposed neck with her finger tips. Her eyes were shut again and there was an unmistakable smile on her lips.

"So how did you meet Nancy?" 

"I saw her conversations in a chat room. She was soliciting attention from men who could satisfy her sexually. She made it clear she was married and that the bull could decide whether her husband could watch or not." 

Donna had that charged look in her eyes, like she was horny and wanted to have sex immediately. I admit it turned me on to see her like that but I wanted to know more about what she was up to.

"So you met in the chat room, what did you call yourself?"

"She provided a link for guys to look at her profile. So I looked and there was so much information and so many revealing pictures I succumbed to the lust I felt and I masturbated all afternoon just looking at her pages."

"I'd like to see them."

"I want you to see her Bob. She's absolutely gorgeous and sinful."

"So how did you get from her profile to the phone?"

"I joined the site. Got an ID and blew her a kiss."

"What?"

"A kiss, it's a gesture you do on the site to express yourself to another person. It's to show you like them without saying anything more than that."

"Oh. So how much does the site cost?"

"It costs only $75 per month."

"Wow!"

"I'm using my own money Bob. Don't worry about it. And anyway, it's a great site. They have personals, chat, movies and an adult store too."

"Is that were you bought that black dildo?"

"Yes Bob it is. You know that porn tape you liked so much?"

"Yeah, it was really hot. Did you get it there?"

"It's Nancy's. I bought it from her personal site."

"Oh my god, that was her husband, in the chair?"

I felt the lust boil within me as I visualized the blonde feeding her cum coated nipple to the white guy who was bound to the chair.

Donna moved close to me and whispered "do you remember what you said to me Bob?"

"I said I want that."

"Yes you did honey, and do you know how that makes me feel?"

"Turned on?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. "It makes me wet Bob."

"How long have you been doing this research Donna?"

She put her hand on my thigh and moved it lightly over my trousers until her finger tips gripped my hard cock. She smiled in recognition of my excitement and whispered "since the day after you confessed your fantasy to me. Can you imagine licking another man's cum from my nipples?" 

She leaned closer and very lightly kissed my lips. "That cock is awful hard for someone that doesn't want his slut wife fucking other men," she whispered and then lightly kissed my lips again. 

"What do you think we should do?" I asked weakly.

"I think we should research this opportunity together." she said.

I looked down. I wanted to ask her if she had done it with anyone yet but thought it best not to bring it up now. Her suggestion seemed harmless and so far she was being totally open with me.

"What do you want to find out Donna? I mean we're doing this together and all but as I listen to what you're saying and the excitement in your voice I am gathering you want to live the fantasy too, for yourself."

"I do Bob. At first it was just curiosity that led me to look and I really wanted and still want to make it good for you but in the process I realized it turned me on too. This is so naughty, it's practically cheating except that we're talking about it. In so many stories, the wife or the husband to go to such extremes and the marriage is ruined. We don't have to be that way Bob. Our marriage is important to both of us, but we can have fun pursuing anything if we both really want it."

"So what does Nancy do with her husband that you want to do with me?"

"They've been doing this for years Bob. They started with an open marriage, which means they could date others for sex and friendship. Then he got into the cuckold fantasy and voluntarily gave up his freedom to seek sex outside their relationship. They have sex but Nancy is in control of that. He gives her that control and Nancy says he likes it when she pushes the envelope on him." 

"What does she do to push the envelope on him?"

Donna giggled. "She's really bad. So bad, it's funny in a way," she paused to laugh again, "she has him manage her web page and most of the salacious advertising content was created by him."

"Jesus!"

"For the past few months she's had him wear a cock cage and she keeps the key around her neck." 

"Wow. Whose idea was that?"

"It was her idea I think. Isn't that awful?"

"Yes. And it's hot too."

Donna moved close in again and looked into my eyes before whispering "do you want me to lock up your cock too Bob?"

"Hell no. I want freedom to jerk off and to fuck you."

"Okay darling," she laughed. "I thought for a moment that you would say yes."

"I think it's hot that they do this but that's not what I want."

"What do you want then?"

"I want a beautiful slut wife that is mischievous and fun loving; someone who involves me in her life as she becomes a wanton sexual and social dynamo. I have some reservations about this but I also like the idea of us making this a project we can do together."

"What kind of reservations?"

"First, I love you. Second, I treasure the time we share with one another. I don't really want to share pillow talk opportunities with others."

"Oh honey, that's so sweet of you. I don't either, but then that's inevitable isn't it?"

"Yeah, but that's why it's my number one reservation. I think that and other things like disease, pregnancy; financial problems could ultimately damage our relationship not to mention our quality of life. We have it pretty good right now you know. We're basically set for life at this point. I could stop working and we'd live well until death do us part."

"I've always appreciated how hard you've worked to make things good for us Bob. And, the only person I'd ever consider impregnating me is you. I'm glad you're thinking beyond the sexual rush. So, are you saying you don't want to go further than role play?"

"I don't know. I'm curious. I'm really glad I shared this fantasy with you. There is more to it though. The slut wife represents one aspect of my dream wife. Another is you as my Dominatrix. And, another as my loving partner. I see myself in our relationship as your loving husband for the rest of my life. Sexually speaking, I want to dominate you and fuck you like a stud and just as much if not more I want you to dominate me."

"Nancy is John's Dominatrix. It's so hot listening to her descriptions of their activities. I have masturbated to thoughts of asking you to give me control of your cock Bob, even taking it from you and then fucking you as a reward." 

"Wow."

"Yesterday I took the fantasy further. In my mind, after we have sex I go shower and get ready for a date. I can't help it Bob, but the sheer naughtiness and the power that comes with it are incredible. In fantasy I'm finding I want to create sexual frustration in your life, fucking you and fucking you over…all because I can and I want to feel the rush."

"I think we're both ready to try. I mean we're talking about this like adults and everything."

"Oh honey. Thank you. I want you to know that I feel very strongly about our marriage too and I promise I won't go on any dates without your consent. Okay?"

"Okay, that's a deal," I said and I embraced her. We hugged tightly and Donna's hand remained firmly gripped on my cock. 

"You want to see Nancy's profile?"

"Okay."

She stood quickly and when I stood my cock tented my pants. She pointed and giggled and said "before we go to the PC, do you want to role play the fantasy while we research?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, I'm the slut wife and Dominatrix role and you're the cuckold."

"Okay. That sounds great."

"That's what I want too Bob. I want you submissive and easily controlled, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."

I reached down and tried to move my cock so it wasn't tenting. I meant to object to her 24/7 comment but she interrupted my thoughts.

"Bob, have you thought about why I introduced erotic hypnosis into our fantasy?"

"That was hot."

"Yes it was. But have you considered I might have ulterior motives?"

"No, I didn't. Do you?"

"Yes Bob I do. I want to make sure absolutely that you want me to have sex with other men before I do it. The erotic hypnosis is a way to help you make the right decision. It's not about coercion though. I promise. But isn't it naughty and tantalizing just to wonder about my intentions? Doesn't that excite you Bob?"

"Yes. It's totally exciting," I answered.

Donna stepped closer so that I could feel her breath on my neck. She reached down to my trousers and unzipped them and said "Do you want me to have control of your lust today Bob?"

I nodded.

"Tell me Bob. I need to hear you ask for it."

"I want you to have control of my lust Donna. Will you take it and make it your's?"

She reached into my unzipped trousers, grabbed hold of my cock and then roughly withdrew it from my pants, scraping the tip against the metal zipper track. 

"Ow! Shit! Donna, please be careful!"

"Bob, a real man would never give me control. He would force a slut like me to the ground and shove his cock down my throat."

"I can't do that."

"I know Bob. But that's something I need and why I feel like I must date other men. I want you to see me squatting down like this in front of another man so I can suck his cock." She opened her mouth and inhaled my cock to the base and held it there. She looked up at me and I saw the lust in her glossy eyes. Then she withdrew and repeated her action, including giving me eye contact. When she withdrew a second time, she said "you want that and more don't you."

"Yes, I want you to have control and I like knowing you want to take it from me for the sake of fulfilling your own fantasies."

She started jacking my cock "It's what you want isn't that right Bob? You want your wife to date other men, dressing for them and doing sexual things with them that quite frankly I wouldn't dream of doing with you because you are my loving, good natured husband."

"Am I that boring to you Donna?"

"Not at all Bob. You're giving me exactly the freedom I need for sexual exploration and in time, we will discover together what that means. It's absolutely awesome. I love you for it."

"Well when you put it that way, it feels only right to proceed."

"For some strange reason, everything combined, it feels right to me, too," she said.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm saying I want to be your dominatrix slut wife and I love you for giving this opportunity to me."

"Oh my god, I'm so turned on."

Donna stopped stroking my cock just as I felt the point of no return approaching. It was such a let down when she stopped. She walked toward the hallway and said "follow me cuck-boy, I want you to see what a slut wife profile looks like."

I followed like a puppy scampers after his mama.

She walked downstairs and into her office and tapped at the keyboard as I followed with my hard-on poking out of my pants. I was smiling and feeling happy, telling myself this is so exciting. When I got to the doorway of her office, she said "stop honey, please get on your knees for me and stay right there." She typed more on her keyboard and I complied.

"I have a web page open Bob. In a few minutes I will leave the office and wait for you in our bed room. I want you to look at the web page. Take all the time you need. Then I want you to open this envelope and read its contents. This is a call to action and I want you to follow it to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes Donna, I will follow it to the letter."

Bring the completed sheet to me in the bed room when you are finished. I will be waiting. When I see the paper, I will know how to proceed. I promise you honey if you do this for us, I will continue being the best wife to you that I can possibly be."

She got up and walked by me. "Do you have any questions?"

"Do you think I'm weak?"

"No Bob. I think you're being realistic and honest with me. And, I played along with you because I love you and it was fun to be fucked again. Then, in the process of researching on the Internet, I've come to realize that I need this fantasy too. I want to experience orgasms driven by other men while you wonder if I'll let you have me too."

"You said I would get to cum daily."

"You know Bob, some cuckold husbands beg their wives to take away cum privileges for weeks and months at a time."

"That's a lot to ask for when I'm already giving in to the slut wife idea."

She reached down and stroked my chin and neck with both of her soft hands.

"They recognize the sacrifice pleases their wife. They're willing to wear cock restraints, enduring physical discomfort and sexual agony while they watch their wives make love to other men. If you were to beg me for that Bob, I would give in and take it away from you."

I looked down at the floor and felt completely turned on by her confidence and honesty. Something told me this wasn't just role play for the sake of role play and that soon I would find out that we are on a path toward a major lifestyle change. I looked at her sexy toes and the smooth skin going up her slim bare legs and I started seeing her as a different woman. My cock was hard as ever and I decided to just look up and not argue.

"That's good Bob. You look like you're giving in to me. I like that."

"You're really turning me on. Would you allow me to go down on you right now so I can return the favor and pleasure you?"

"Mmm, that is a wonderful thought darling. Thank you. I want you to hold onto your desire a little longer, until you complete the tasks I asked you to do. Will you do that for me?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Good boy! Just let me move on to the bedroom. You may look at the screen any time you like."

"Okay," I said and knee-walked to the screen. 

"You can get off your knees now darling," she giggled and then left the room.

On the screen, I saw this:

Mrs. Donna Wilson

Rexburn, Texas

Her email address

I panicked as I looked at our last name. This was so intense and I wondered if anyone we knew had seen this. 

There was a picture of a woman on her knees, bending forward with her elbows on the floor, her arms extended in front of her, her hands cupping a black dildo, the tip of which is just inside her parted lips. The woman is looking directly into the camera and a caption reads: 

"Not my real picture, but it expresses just the beginning of my intent. My husband wants me to cuckold him. If you're interested in helping me, contact him at this email address to make arrangements."

It was my email address all right. I should have been angry because she did this behind my back but then I realized her genius too. If I didn't make the arrangements, there would be no cuckoldry.

I turned and looked at the empty doorway and then I looked at the web page again. It was definitely a live page. I felt a little faint but mostly turned on and continued looking at her page. 

The photo was certainly provocative and my cock remained hard as I looked at it and imagined her face in place of whoever was there. I sat down in the chair and scrolled down the rest of her advertisement.

Introduction:




Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 05



Physical stats: 39 years old, Caucasian, brunette, green eyes, 5'9" 128 lbs, 24, 36, 28 measurements, trimmed but willing to go bald.

Marital & financial status: happily married, stable. 

Interests: Sexual exploration outside of my marriage. Not interested in leaving my husband but would appreciate your help ensuring his cooperation continues. 

Skills: Deep-throat cock sucking, erotic hypnosis.

Limits: I'm interested in safe sex only. I'm not interested in breaking the law either. 

This was a lot to take in. Her bold assertiveness made me hot and afraid. The adrenalin surged through me like a river run rampant. It was no longer a question of would she do it but when and that excited me. 

I opened the envelope and there were two sheets inside. One was a letter with instructions and the other was a consent form.

Dear Bob, 

There are two kinds of cuckold: Loser cuckolds and loving cuckolds. I believe you are the loving kind because of the way you treat me: like royalty. In this way, you are a submissive man and I am your dominant superior. I like the power that I feel in our relationship and I definitely want to take it to the next level.

I have sexual and entertainment needs that you have been unable to fill for a long time. Now that you have shared your fantasy with me, I think its time we make it reality. That way, both our dreams can come true. 

I am so wet writing this. Are you hard Bob? Stroke if you want to. You know you do. Why deny yourself that simple pleasure? Now think of me too darling. You want me to be pleasured too don't you? But we both know that you're not always available and even when you are, your equipment is only average; I think that we both know that there is better equipment out there and that I'll be looking to other men as my primary sources of pleasure fulfillment from now on.

Of course, you will have a role in all this and I will take good care of you because you are my loving husband. You will arrange all of my first dates, including date selection, reservations, and bill payment! That way, you will ensure I am in good hands. I will make sure my gentleman callers are well taken care of. If they are comfortable with you watching, then I am open to that. But we must think of them first as they are the ones doing both of us the favor. Don't you agree? 

I won't be a greedy bitch to you Bob. I am your wife and I love you very much and I promise to take care of your sexual needs in every way. Think of my dates as foreplay for us and when we re-unite I want us to go with the flow, make love, and fuck like animals or whatever strikes us. I need for you to know and remember that even though I intend to fuck around on you, the relationships I form will be temporary. You are permanent in my life and I will come home to you. 

At some point I'd like to quit my part-time job so I can be a full-time slut wife. At any rate, I want to start shopping on your credit cards again and I think that you also should be paying for my slut wife advertising and entertainment.

Let's work together Bob and treat this fantasy exploration as a research project. When we're done researching we can decide if indeed this is to be a permanent lifestyle change for us. Okay? As we get more into this research, I'm sure we'll clarify any misunderstandings or new ideas as they surface. We can stop when we both agree to stop. I'm curious about something Bob. Is your cock as hard as my pussy is wet? I'm so wet too Bob. Act on your lust darling, let yourself complete the following steps so that we may proceed onward with our new life.

All my love, 

Donna.

Instructions for my Loving Cuckold:

1. Go to your email account and read all the emails from guys responding to my ad.

2. Pick anyone from the group that you think will be a great first date for me and call him to discuss his interests. Answer his questions truthfully Bob. Keep in mind that you are representing me so you need to be respectful to him too. Thank him and tell him you'll get back to him as soon as you can.

3. Read the attached consent form. Sign it and bring the form to me. Be prepared to discuss your call to the first bull.

It was a lot to swallow. I looked at the consent form.

Slut Wife / Loving Cuckold Consent Form

This content form is for the research project introduced above. The project is temporary and will cease when both of us agree to that or one year from today (January 27, 2007) whichever comes first. The purpose of the project is to explore lifestyle changes that give Donna full freedom to become a slut wife and Bob full freedom to be her supportive cuckold husband. 

Bob's agreement:

I want Donna to be sexually fulfilled and happy in her life and I believe her freedom to cuckold me will better our marriage. 

I agree to pay all Donna's expenses going forward.

I agree that Donna may quit her part-time job and does not have to work going forward.

I will arrange all of Donna's first dates with bulls and I will be accountable if the dates are unsatisfactory. 

I promise to arrange a minimum of 12 dates per year.

I agree Donna makes all other rules not in conflict with the statements specifically listed above.

Signature: ________

Donna's agreement: 

I agree to wait for Bob to arrange all my first dates, but I have full decision-making authority with regard to who I date and fuck. 

After the first date, I can go on follow-up dates without his knowledge. 

I agree to be open with my husband and answer all of his questions truthfully.

I promise to continue being a loving wife to my husband, including giving him sex, as long as we remain married.

Signature: Donna 

Post Script:

We agree to stop this nonsense going forward

Donna's Signature: ________ (blank)

Bob's Signature: ________ (blank)

We agree to make our slut wife / cuckold relationship permanent:

Donna's Signature: ________ (blank)

Bob's Signature: ________ (blank)

I stared at Donna's signature. It was perfectly scripted and clearly indicating her desire. This knowledge made my dick incredibly hard and all I had to do now was go to my email, pick a bull and call him, and then sign the form. Incredible!

I started a new browser window and headed to my email account as my pulse elevated. I felt a rush cover my face with embarrassment as I recognized what I was doing. The lust I felt was overpowering, tapped by my wife's assertive decision-making, and I opened my inbox to find it flooded with slut wife date requests.

Email after email provided pictures and poorly worded sentences. Everyone had a long cock, and some were thicker than others. I quickly decided to judge the requests by the bull's clarity of written communication as well as his attractiveness, fitness and the endowment appearing in his photograph. I made two folders, "requesters" and "considerations". That way, I could feel organized. 

Out of 148 emails received, five made it to the considerations folder. When I looked at the clock, I realized nearly 2 hours had passed since I started. I wondered what Donna was up to and started to think I should go see how she's doing but then I remembered I needed to finish the task first. I so wanted to please her.

I opened all five emails at once and studied each one thoroughly. Each man had a lot to be proud of but the one from Master Black stood out among the rest. 

Master Black's email was thoughtfully written. He introduced himself, citing his educational and professional accomplishments as well as his interest in 24/7 domination of couples. He included a picture of himself, dapperly dressed in a white suit, white tie, white shoes and white top hat. Hanging out the front of his trousers was a 12" fat dong. 

I stared at the photograph and the dong specifically for several seconds. He looked so friendly in his white suit and I imagined he would take gentle care of my wife until she could fully accommodate his massive tool inside her. 

The very word "Master" triggered me also. I thought about my darkest fantasies of Donna binding my hands and feet, preventing me from interfering with her plans to be sexual in front of me. I got off on the sinfulness of her making me watch her obey the wishes of a dominant male. 

And so my decision was easy. I would call Master Black.



Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 06



I dialed the phone number on Master Black's profile page the line rang twice before someone answered.

"Hello, John speaking."

"Is Master Black there?" I asked.

"This is he. Who are you?"

"I am Bob, Donna's husband. You sent me an email expressing your interest in dating my wife."

"Oh, hello Bob, it's so nice of you to call. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm excited to tell you the truth."

"The truth is always the best Bob and something I hope I can expect from you always. Now tell me why you are so excited?"

"We're new at this and its something we both want and we're making it happen together. I love my wife and the idea of her having sex with another man just intensifies my feelings for her as well as my sexual release."

"That sounds so lovely Bob. The way you put it makes you sound as though you are much more experienced than you admit."

"I'm being truthful sir, but I have spent a lot of time thinking about this."

"Have you ever tried swinging?"

"No. Is that a prerequisite?"

"No. But I think it would give you both an opportunity to see the other with another lover before you got involved with someone whose tastes and interests are more specific."

"What are you saying?"

"Your wife's profile is very specific. She's put you in charge of a great responsibility. Do you understand that?"

"I think so."

"I specialize in couples-domination Bob. I like to play with both partners. Have you and your wife discussed your involvement in her activities with other men?"

"Not specifically. We're just getting started. She's given me a task to complete and calling you is part of it."

"Oh, tell me about your task."

I told him in explicit detail, including the cock stroking she gave to manipulate my cooperation. As I shared the intimate details with this stranger, I couldn't help but feel even more turned on, if that's even possible. I stroked my cock while I spoke and Master Black listened to me patiently as at times I struggled for the right word. 

"Tell me Bob, what do you hope to get out of this experience?"

"Well, it's hard to explain. I don't really know everything except that I think it would be a rush to watch her get fucked by someone else."

"Is that all?"

"Probably not, but I don't know what else to say right now. Over time, I think it would be hot if she and her lovers raised the bar to new heights."

"Do you want to watch her get fucked Bob? And, listen to her cries for joy as she cums in another man's arms?"

"Yes."

"Very good, I can certainly give that to you Bob."

"Your wife's profile makes her out to be very appealing. Did she make it or did you?"

"She did."

"Did she consult you before she made her profile?"

"No. After."

"How do you feel about that Bob?"

"I was already worried. I heard her on the phone with someone and assumed it was a man. A boyfriend and I felt hurt about that. But then we talked and she showed me this page and honestly, it turned me on. I'm still turned on. She showed it to me about 2 p.m. and I've been doing the task ever since."

"Well it is 4:30 now, where is your wife?"

"She's upstairs in our bed room waiting for me to finish the task. I had to pick a bull, call him and then sign my consent form and take it to her."

"What does the consent form say?"

I read it to him and he told me it sounded pretty one-sided. I agreed with him and asked if he had any suggestions. He suggested I add a statement that clarifies how the agreement can be revoked. I thanked him as that was an excellent suggestion. Then he switched subjects.

"Do you have a picture of your wife? One that shows her dressed?" he asked.

"Yes. We have several but I better ask her before I share that."

"Tell me Bob; are you still at the computer?"

"Yes."

"Go to this URL," he began. "It's my profile and there are links to picture sets that show me with various couples. I want you to look at one in particular and tell me if it makes you aroused."

I followed his instruction and the page I landed on showed him with a young white couple. The woman was blonde and the husband was little and kneeling. In photo after photo, the wife was passionately kissing Master Black and the husband was kneeling in front of them looking up. In the last photo on the page, the husband's mouth was open and the woman was grimacing because Master Black was squeezing hard on her breast. 

"How does that photo make you feel Bob?"

"I'm so turned on. She's beautiful and in pain and her husband is doing nothing about it."

"Is that you Bob? Are you the husband who lets another man use his wife?"

"Yes."

"Are you stroking your cock?"

"Yes."

"Click to the next page Bob and tell me how the first photo makes you feel."

I clicked and gasped as it revealed Master Black's big hard cock in the husband's mouth. Master Black was still roughly treating the wife's breast and a tear had rolled down her face. 

"Oh my God," you're really hurting her. She's crying and holy shit; he's sucking your cock!"

"Does it make you hot Bob?"

"Yes."

"I can give you this Bob. Do you want it?"

"Oh my God, Yes! Yes sir, Mr. Black."

"Then be a good boy and sign the paper and take it to your lovely wife."

"Okay."

"When will you be calling again?"

"I don't know. We didn't talk about that either."

"I'll be waiting. Promise me you'll make this your priority."

"I promise."

"Thank you for calling Bob. Good bye." The line clicked and went dead. 

In the heat of the moment, I signed the form to indicate I agreed with Donna's rules. Then I ran up stairs with it and found her on our bed, naked, moaning and stroking her body while watching the porno of the white woman being gang-banged while her husband was bound to a chair and facing the opposite direction. 

Donna smiled as she looked at the signed form. 

"So it's official. You really want this huh?"

"I want us to be happy Donna. You fulfilled and satisfied. I love you Donna. Yes, I really want to feel the pride that comes with being married to a slut wife and the humiliation that goes along with her choice to be promiscuous with other men. Call me crazy but as I admit it to you and recognize my signature on that agreement, I am so turned on now."

"Thank you darling. And did you make a call?"

"Yes. I called a man named Master. Black."

"How did it feel to call him knowing he was interested in fucking me?"

"I was nervous."

"Oh darling, you're so cute." She leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

"Why did you pick him? Were there many responses to my ad?"

"Oh my God, Donna there was over 100 responses."

"Jesus," she said in a low tone.

"I picked him because his letter was short and to the point yet polite. He has the equipment and his face looked friendly to me."

"Will you show me Master Black's page? I want to see what you saw darling." She got off the bed and I followed her down to her office. 

At the computer, Donna stood in front of it with her back arched, naked butt sticking out and her legs parted. "He's very handsome and oh my look at his cock. It's huge. Come here darling, kneel close behind me. I want you to eat me out now."

As I kissed her pussy from behind Donna moaned out loud and my cock got harder. She tasted salty and sweet and her juices coated my face as I pressed inward and licked her. "That's it darling, right there, oh yeah, uh huh."

Donna leaned forward and braced herself, one hand on the desk top and one on the mouse. She noticed a button on the screen that read "to slut wives" and she clicked on it. A page opened up with a letter:

Dear Slut Wife, I am a bi-sexual Master and only do couples. My cock is 12" long and 5" thick and black as black can be. I am in complete control at all times and I especially enjoy enforcing the rules in order to get my way. 

If you decide to contact me for a date, be prepared to answer my questions truthfully, otherwise, our experience together may not be as good as it can be. In addition, know full well too that at times I will be more sexually aroused for your husband than you and that I expect your full cooperation. It's only fair because the same will be expected of him as you are satisfied by my black cock thunder. 

I look forward to hearing from you and/or your submissive husband.

Master Black

"Oh my God, did you read his whole site?"

"No, just the pages he showed me."

"What did he show you Bob?"

"It's kind of embarrassing but it was so hot when I was on the phone with him."

"What did he show you Bob? I'm in control now, you signed the paper. I want to know."

"Click on the link ‘for males' at the top of the page."

"Oh." She clicked and mumbled. "Keep eating me out darling. I love your selection, oh my God, Bob, he's kissing some woman and groping her roughly. Is that what you saw?"

"Yes Donna."

"It's so decadent. Oh my god, her husband is oh my god; he's sucking Master Black's cock. Oh my god Bob! Is that what you want?"

I kept licking her and pretended I didn't hear her.

"He's hurting her and being sucked off. Oh my God, it's so decadent. Do you want to see me submit to rough treatment Bob? How did you leave the conversation with him?"

She turned around and grabbed my hair in her fist and pulled back. I looked up as she peered down at me. There was a serious lust-filled look in her eyes.

"When I ask you a question Bob, I want an answer," she said and slapped my face with her other hand. Her blow stung on my cheek for several seconds and I felt anger rising within me. "I can do what I want now. You signed the paper."

"I'm sorry Donna. What did you want to know?" I asked while lightly rubbing my cheek.

"Where did you leave the conversation with Master Black?"

"He asked me if I wanted him in our lives and I said yes. He suggested I sign the paper and give it to you. Then he asked when he could expect to hear from me again and I said I'd have to discuss it with you."

"He also asked for a picture of you dressed but I said I'd have to ask your permission for that too."

"Did you enjoy talking to him Bob? Did you stroke while he showed you the pictures?"

"Yeah, I stroked. He knew it too and encouraged me."

"Oh really, and just like that you signed the paper for him."

"Yes."

"Tell me Bob, do you want him for me or yourself?"

"What? No. I chose him for you Donna. He seems like a gentleman. He's very polite. You've given me a huge responsibility. I'm taking it seriously because I want to make sure you are safe on your dates."

"Oh sweetie, thank you. That's so thoughtful of you." She patted the top of my head. "Why don't you call him and invite him over."

"You want him to visit tonight?"

"Yeah, ask him if he's available to meet us about 8 pm this evening. We'll entertain him in the parlor."

Then she turned around and started to walk out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go get ready for Master Black. I want to look presentable," she said and turned the corner as she left the room.

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed. Then I stood up and looked at the computer screen. The page Donna left on was of a woman bound face up to a table. She looked like a human star and there were naked, muscular black men surrounding the table. Their cocks were huge and hard. Two men were getting into position to mount her pussy and mouth. As the line rang, I continued looking at the picture and stroked knowing Donna wanted me to see it. 

"Hello Bob," said Master Black.

"Hi Master Black," I'm calling to ask if you are available this evening and would you be interested in coming over for a visit?"

"Well, what a lovely surprise. I'm so flattered and impressed with you Bob. You certainly kept your promise to me. How could I refuse?"

"Where is your wife now?"

"She's gone to get ready. She wants to look presentable for you?"

"Wonderful. She's excited and eager isn't she Bob? How does it make you feel to know she's excited to meet someone that you picked out for her?"

"I'm turned on Sir. I showed her your site and she had me eat her out from behind while she looked at it and moaned."

"Did she cum?"

"No sir. Not that I could tell, but she was creamy and wet."

"So she was turned on, then huh Bob?"

"Yes, and she slapped me."

"Slapped you? Oh my, why did she do that?"

"Because I didn't answer her question quickly enough, I guess."

"Has she ever done that with you before?"

"No, but she said she can now because I signed the paper."

"I see. So obviously she needs some training. I won't tolerate that kind of behavior without permission. Do you want me to teach her to respect you Bob?"

"Wow. Yes."

"And what will I get from you in return?"

"You can fuck her brains out."

"That's a given Bob, what are you going to give me?"

"What do you want?"

"I want my cock sucked while your wife watches."

"Oh. I don't know if I can do that? I'm not…"

"You're not what Bob? Gay?"

"No, I'm not."

"You don't have to be Gay to suck cock Bob. I'm not Gay either. But I think it's reasonable for a man to show his gratitude to another man by sucking his cock to full orgasm when that man has done the kind of favor that you're asking me to do on your behalf."

"I'll admit that the picture of you with that couple really turns me on. The whole humiliation aspect of seeing the wife and husband submit to you is intoxicating to me. And, I've had secret thoughts about kneeling to a guy and taking him into my mouth but I haven't told my wife that. I don't know how she'll handle it. And, that frightens me."

"Leave that to me Bob. I will handle her and believe me once I've fucked her brains out she will do anything I want, including co-sucking my cock along with you."

"Wow!"

"Now, I'm going to need your address and any special directions to your house in case you live in a complicated neighborhood."

I gave him what he wanted and then the call ended. I sat in Donna's office chair and stroked my cock some more. It was so tempting to stroke to orgasm and yet I wanted to wait and see what happened when Master Black arrived.



Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 07



Donna was upstairs in the bathroom with the door locked so I was unable to see her when I went upstairs to announce Master Black's acceptance to visit tonight at eight. She acknowledged my announcement and informed me she was busy preparing for his arrival and she asked that I give her privacy until he arrives. 

"I need to shower again. I'm sticky from perspiring Donna. Do you mind?"

"Oh honey, would you mind using the one off the guest room or the one in the basement? I really don't want you in here distracting me while I prepare myself for Master Black. I want to make a really good impression on him so that he knows I'm available for the taking tonight." 

"Okay Donna," I said as I retreated to the closet and gathered some clothes to put on after I showered. Then I knocked on the bathroom door. "What?" she asked. "I need my brush and cologne and my robe."

"Jesus Bob, okay. Just a minute," she said. I heard her gather my stuff then she said "Okay, turn around." I turned around and faced away from the door and said "Okay." I heard the bolt retract into the door and the knob turn slowly but I remained facing the other way as requested. It was difficult but then again it was more important for me to give her what she wanted. When the door shut and the bolt locked in place, I waited several seconds before asking "is it ok to turn around." I heard her laughing on the other side of the door and then she said "wait five minutes."

"Fuck you," I mumbled and turned around to pick up my toilet kit. I looked inside it and everything I needed was there.

"What did you just say to me Bob?" she yelled.

"I said fuck you, but I'm sorry now."

"Get a grip Bob. Don't make this any harder for me than it already is. I'm the one giving up my body to a stranger. I sure hope you are right about your selection and he doesn't hurt me."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to call him and tell him forget it?"

"No Bob. I don't think that's a good idea. You invited him and now you live with the consequences. Now I really need to get back to what I was doing. Do you mind?"

"No Donna. Thanks for my stuff."

"You're welcome sweetie."

I turned and walked downstairs to the basement with my clothes and toilet kit. The anxiety I felt was at the pit of my stomach and even though my brain said I was hungry, my stomach said no. It had been a while since I visited the basement suite. We called it that because there was a bed room, sitting room with satellite TV, kitchenette, and a full bathroom. Fortunately, Donna kept the bath room stocked with soap, shampoo and towels.

Master Black arrived promptly at 8 pm. He was dressed in a black pin stripe suit, white shirt, red tie, and highly polished black leather wingtips. As I let him in, I suddenly felt out of place in my sneakers, jeans and tee shirt. 

We shook hands and I led him into the parlor and then asked him if he wanted a drink.

"No thank you Bob. But perhaps you would be able to show me pictures of you and your wife. Are those some?" He pointed to the table at the other end of the room.

"Yes. You my look at them and I will go tell Donna you are here." 

"Why don't you stay with me Bob and show me the pictures. I'm sure Donna will be down shortly."

"If it doesn't bother you that she's late, then I guess I'm okay with it too."

"It's not okay but I don't own her yet. When I own her, she'll learn the penalty for being late with me." He smiled broadly. 

I pointed at the framed photos on the table. "That was taken on our honey moon." I looked at the photo of us in our ski suits. Donna's smile was radiant in the photo. 

He picked up a silver framed photograph and held it out for both of us to see it. "Your wife is very attractive."

"Yes. I am lucky in that regard. She's beautiful dressed as well as naked."

"What part of my web site sold her on your recommendation to contact me?" he asked out of the blue.

"Huh?"

"When she looked at my web site, what pages did she see?"

"I showed her the ones that you showed to me."

"This was while you were kneeling behind her, eating her out?"

"Yes." I felt my face warm. "Why are you asking me?"

"Did you see any of the pages she looked at?"

"No. Wait, I saw the last page. She left it on the screen after she told me to call you. It was not one that I had seen before?"

Master Black smiled. "What was it?"

"It was a white woman bound to a table and there were lots of hung black guys standing around her."

"Why do you suppose she left that on the screen?"

"Is it because she wants to be like the girl in the picture?

He handed the frame to me and turned toward the parlor entrance. I set the frame down on the table as Master Black said "Hello." I turned and saw Donna standing in the open entry way. She was looking at Master Black and smiling. He stepped closer to her and she extended her hand and he took it in his as she said "Hello" in return. 

I was speechless. I had never seen Donna look as provocatively sexy as this in my entire life. Everything about her was perfect and foreign to me. Coifed silky hair, heavy mascara, pale blue tinted eye shadow, red glossy lipstick, and light foundation to makeup her face. 

On her shoulders, she wore a white lace shrug. A shiny red satin lace bra encased her 36C breasts, pumping them up for optimal presentation. A matching shiny red satin thong covered her freshly shaven pussy while highlighting her toned ass cheeks, and on her feet she wore 3" red leather stiletto shoes. She looked tall in them and sexy hot. 

Seeing her dressed so provocatively for someone she had yet to meet took my breath away. This knowledge going into my brain had immediate impact on my dick, making it exceptionally hard. The momentary pause after their greeting seemed endless as I gazed at them. Finally I came to my senses and said "Master Black, this is my wife Donna."

"It's so nice to meet you Master Black," said Donna.

"It's my pleasure to meet you to Mrs. Wilson. You are absolutely gorgeous."

Donna smiled as she looked at Master Black. "Thank you. I was going to wear something else, a little more presentable but decided to go all out. I really want to make a good first impression so that you know with absolute certainty that I am available." 

"I see that Mrs. Wilson. Tell me, exactly what you want?"

"I want to be fucked like a common whore while my husband watches, are you comfortable with that?"

"Of course I am. I wouldn't have it any other way. But first, we have some matters to discuss. Let's sit on the sofa." He turned and led Donna to our sofa and seated her first and then he sat beside her. He held her hand on his thigh and said "Your husband described to me the picture from my web site that you left on the screen for him to see."

Donna's face turned red as she remembered the picture.

"That picture is available only if you click the button for slut wives."

Donna nodded as though telling him that's what she did.

"May I conclude you read my letter and that you secretly share my desires?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell your husband about the letter?"

"No sir, I did not."

"We'll surprise him then won't we?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"Are you wet my dear?"

"I'm very wet."

"Your husband is a good man. I understand he signed a paper for you."

"Yes he is and yes he did," she said smiling.

"He read it to me on the phone. May I see it?"

"It's upstairs; will you excuse me while I go get it?"

"I could go get it. Where is it?"

Master Black turned to me and said "oh Bob, I'm so sorry, I forgot you were still there. Would you be so kind as to get us something to drink? Perhaps some red wine if you have it?"

"Sure, it's no problem. I'll go to the cellar and pick out a good bottle." I said and started to leave the room. 

"Please bring the bottle and three empty glasses on a tray if you have one?

As I left the room, Master Black said to Donna, "Now would be a good time for you to go and retrieve the paper he signed."

Donna rose as though on automatic pilot and left the room without speaking. 

Master Black sat back on the sofa and smiled at their compliance. This will be a fun evening he thought.

Donna was seated on the left of Master Black when I returned to the room. She seemed rather close to him. He was holding a white piece of paper outward to his right, apparently reading it while Donna's arm was moving slightly near his lap. I nearly dropped the tray on the table in front of them when I realized her left hand was holding onto his massive dark cock. 

When he finished reading, he folded the paper up and stuck it in his suit jacket pocket and said "Bob, it looks to me like you didn't take my advice and revise the consent form with a revocation procedure."

"No sir, I forgot."

"Well, I guess you'll just have to live with the consequences won't you?"

"Was that the consent form that you put into your pocket?"

"Yes, it's the original," he said. He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her down to his lap. "Your wife gave it to me freely and now I'm going to reward her." Her lips touched his cock "You may kiss it and suck me off now Donna. Show your husband what a slut you are," he stated deeply and confidently. He let go of her head and laughed as she audibly kissed his cock, parted her lips and took him into her mouth. 

I watched in silence as Donna's red lips parted to accommodate the large mushroom head and the long, thick shaft. The contrast of colors, red lips, white face and black ebony meat stimulated my lust and I touched my pants with my left hand. She stopped about halfway down his shaft and then withdrew.

"Are you wearing your wedding ring?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded and his dick suddenly popped out of her mouth. It looked bigger and harder than before when she simply held it in her hands.

"Hold my cock so I can see it while you suck me off."

"Oh wow," I said, "this is so hot."

Donna grabbed his cock at the base and adjusted her grip so that her wedding ring was visible to Master Black. He put his left hand on her head again and she moved with the downward pressure he applied. This time she did not kiss his cock. Instead, she simply opened up and took him into her mouth. Master Black pushed down on her head and forced Donna to take him deeper into her throat. When she struggled and coughed, he let her up momentarily and then pushed her back down his shaft. Each time she struggled and coughed he let her up and repeated the push down pressure until her lips were in contact with her left fist at the base of his shaft.

"You're doing so well Mrs. Wilson." He looked at me as he spoke, "she really is Bob. You should be proud of her."

"This is awesome," I said. I was clearly stroking my cock through my pants and feeling the euphoria that comes with it.

Master Black pulled Donna's hair and had her withdraw her mouth entirely from his cock. Her saliva coated about 9 inches of it. He held the back of her head so she was facing me as she sat upright. "Look at her face Bob. Her lipstick is already smeared. This is just the beginning of her transformation into my personal slut and I want you to know that I intend to use her all night long."

Then Master Black said to Donna "Put your left hand on my belly. This time you're going to take my big black cock all the way down your tight little throat."

Donna moved her hand and yielded to the pressure he applied. As she got to the last three inches, Master Black emphasized his physical pressure by moving his shoulder forward and grunting as he pushed. Donna choked and struggled but Master Black's strength was greater and he made her take his entire shaft all the way to the base. That wasn't the end of it though. He held her in place for several seconds while looking at me. 

When I started to speak up, he shook his head no and said "stay right there Bob. She needs experience this without you getting in the way." And, then just like that she stopped fighting it and Master Black let go of her head.

Donna inhaled sharply and deeply after she sat upright again. Thick strands of saliva clung to her chin and hung down to her chest. She looked messy and sexy at the same time. The glassy look in her eyes was the dead giveaway though. It was pure lust. 

Master Black got up off the sofa and moved to the far end and sat down again. "Lay down and stretch out here, slut," he patted the cushion next to him, "lower your face to my lap and ask me permission to finish the job you started."

Donna smiled and lay down as requested. She lay her face down on his lap and looked up at him as best she could. "May I please finish the job I started sir?"

"You said, sir, I like that. It's respectful. A slut should always respect her man. Are you my slut now?

"Yes, Master Black, I am your slut now."

"Then finish the job my slut." Donna lowered her mouth onto his hard cock and swallowed him whole. At the same time Master Black reached over her back and grasped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it. Then he moved his fingers into the crack and investigated her sex with his fingertips only to announce "she's very wet, a good sign of things to come."

For ten more minutes, Master Black alternates fingering Donna, bringing her close to orgasm and then stopping. He alternates her pleasure stimulation with hard slaps on her bare ass cheeks. I was watching her face as she swallowed his cock for the umpteenth time when he started with the first hard slap on her ass. She winced terribly under the blow and Master Black laughed as he announced that she took him deeper that time.

I laughed too. It was a funny joke. Donna rose up and turned to me, "why are you laughing ass hole, do you …."

"That's enough my slut, get back to work. Suck my big black dick until I tell you to stop." Then he slapped her ass hard ten times. 

"If you cuss out your husband again I'll punish you beyond belief bitch. Don't make me do it cause I'd hate to mark up that pretty white ass of your's but I will. Make no mistake. You are the hoe now honey. You might as well get used to men laughing at you Mrs. Wilson. Because that's what a slut like you needs." He paused and then continued.

"How's that pussy back there. Is it any wetter?" He stuck his fingers in deeper and Donna flinched at the invasion. "Yep, she's a whole lot wetter now. See what I mean Bob, bitches like your wife just want to be treated like this as it gives them an excuse to be naughty." He laughed again and as he did so his body shook and Donna lost oral contact with his cock. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! Master Black slapped Donna's ass again and this time she resumed sucking his cock. "Now we're talking. The slapping is an effective training tool Bob. You just have to keep doing it until the hoe does what you want."

"I see that," I said.

"Any time you feel like slapping your wife's ass, just let me know."

"Wow really?"

"Sure. In fact, why don't you step over here and slap it now?" he asked and started laughing again. "She won't mind. She's busy sucking my hard dick and making herself wet for when I get around to fucking her. Isn't that right bitch?"

"Uh huh, M# s # # r Bl###k" she said with his dick firmly in her mouth.

As I stepped closer I saw how big Master Black's cock really was. It was impressive, thick and meaty and very dark. Donna looked at me with a tired eye but she continued to suck him down her throat every time her head lowered on his shaft. I was simply amazed at his ability to not cum through all of this excitement. I would have blasted at least two loads by now.

I stood in the small space between the sofa and the coffee table and spanked my wife's ass twice. Whap! Whap! "Oh come on Bob, she can handle harder than that." Then he slapped her hard again ten times and she winced at every blow. "Man I love how she sounds with my dick in her throat."

"May be if I move the table and get lower I could have better leverage."

"That's it Bob, use your noggin. I like that."

I moved the table and knelt by her ass. I raised my hand high and brought it down fast to land it hard against her ass. The slap was incredibly loud and Donna moaned and winced. It stung my hand too but Master Black was impressed. "Wow Bob. That's excellent. You got her to make a new sound. Do it again. See if she'll repeat it for us."

I repeated and Donna responded as expected. 

"See Bob, you just have to put your mind to it and everything will work out" he said.

"I see what you mean."

"Damn right."

Then he took a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket and handed it to me. "Bob, this is the original document that you signed. I think you should tear it up and make a new consent form that basically obligates your wife to be your personal slut. If you want to do that, I'll help you write it and then I'll help you train her."

"Wow! No kidding?"

"Sure, I like you Bob. I think you're a good man and your wife is a controlling little cunt that needs a ton of correction work. What do you think?"

"I think you're making a lot of sense. What will it cost to train her?"

"Well, there may be some equipment expenses but with your permission I will make her pay me with her body. You know sexual favors and what not."

I tore up the paper and said "let's do it."

"Now we're talking. Listen, I got to go home soon. But before I do, why don't we double penetrate her."

"Oh my God, that would be so hot Master Black."

"Yeah, grab her ankles and hold them still. I'll take her arms," he said.

We got hold of Donna's limbs and lowered her to the floor, then rolled her over and picked her up again and we carried her upstairs to our bedroom. We practically threw her onto the bed and as Donna moved about Master Black said "Bob, get up there and hold your wife down." 

I got on the bed and covered my wife with an embrace. "Hi" I said. "Mmm," she responded. "Are you ok?" I asked. "I'm more than okay Bob; I'm turned on beyond my wildest dreams." 

"I'm supposed to hold you down," I whispered. "I like that. I want you to hold me down honey." 

"He says I get to fuck you too." 

"He's perfect for us Bob. Absolutely perfect," she said and moved her arms in my direction, letting them lay above her head. 

Master Black stood by the bed. He was nude and his ripped muscular look was intimidating. He got on the bed, positioning himself between Donna's open legs. His big dig bobbed up and down. "Start stripping Bob, while I take her for a test drive," he said and put his cock to her opening. As he pushed onward, she started talking.

"Oh, Jesus, please go slow. It's so big."

For all the forcing he did earlier, Master Black seemed to listen to her and did go slow. He held himself above her in a push-up position as he slowly pushed and sank his cock into her.

"Oh my God, Bob he's huge! Holy shit! I love it to. He's stretching me open. You're stretching me open Master, oh my God!"

I couldn't take my eyes off them as I fumbled with the laces on my sneakers. I turned away finally and removed my sneakers and jeans and tee shirt and when I looked up again Donna was whimpering and moaning and I saw that Master Black was fully inside her and covering her body with his. 

They lay together, coupled for nearly a minute. I guessed he was waiting for her to get used to his size. When she raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, he began withdrawing halfway and then pushing himself back inside her. With each stroke out and in, Donna moaned a little louder. 

I stood at the edge of the bed and stroked my cock while Master Black fucked my wife. He increased the tempo and soon she was screaming out her first orgasm. "Yeah, yeah, oh my God I'm coming. I'm coming. You feel so good inside me." She moved her head back and forth slapping her face side to side against the mattress. 




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I stroked harder while her legs were up in the air and Master Black long-stroked his 12" of black meat in and out of her. He looked up and saw me and said "Don't just stand there Bob, take her arms and pull her over the edge of the bed and stick your cock in her mouth."

I did what he said and he lifted up to help as I moved my wife into position. When her head dangled over the side of the bed, I put my dick to her lips and she just opened up as Master Black shoved himself deep inside her. 

"Fuck her throat Bob. She's nice and ripe now. Give it to her while I fuck her bareback."

I looked up at him. "That's right, I'm bareback and your wife is so hot for it she's sucking your cock, isn't that right slut?"

"Mmm, uh huh" she mumbled as she sucked my cock to hold it in her mouth at the base. The feeling was incredible and I let her suck me as I watched Master Black's unprotected cock saw in and out of her bald wet pussy.

"You know what Bob? I think it's time your wife told you the truth about this evening, don't you?"

"What's that?"

"Pull your dick out of her mouth and let her tell you."

I pulled out of Donna's mouth and she said "Bob, his cock feels incredible. I've never been fucked so well in my life. I don't want this to stop. Not ever. Oh and honey guess what? You're a cuckold and I'm a slut wife and I'm never going to stop letting this stud fuck me. Oh God, Master Black. Fuck me harder!"

Master Black looked at me and thrust himself harder and faster into Donna's waiting pussy. She cried out in multiple orgasms as he continued his fiery assault on her senses. 

I simply moved in again and put my cock to her face but I couldn't get it into her mouth as she shook her head from side to side. "Fuck me harder you bastard!" she yelled. "You feel so fucking good!"

"Step back Bob. It's my show now."

"But you said we'd double penetrate her" I yelled.

"We will Bob. But right now I'm busy fucking your wife. And, I'm about to cum inside her."

"Jesus. No!"

"You can stop it Bob."

"How do I stop it?"

"Tell him bitch!"

"You have to go down on him and suck him off."

"Why?"

"Bob! Come on, he's about to impregnate me. Are you stupid? Help me!"

I moved onto the bed and Master Black said "Too late. Yeah, here it is baby. I'm filling you up now." He grunted several times as his body convulsed forward spewing ropes of cream into her unprotected bald pussy.

"Oh my God, Donna, I'm so sorry" I began.

"Shut up boy," shouted Master Black as he withdrew from her pussy and moved up to me. "Do your job. The one you told me about on the phone. Show your wife what you are and suck my cock!" Then he stuck his dick in my face and said "open up boy, swallow my load!" And just like that cum spewed from his cock and into my open mouth. I was on all fours and a little bit over Donna as she lay beneath him. Master Black pumped several loads of cream into my mouth and on my face and eventually I began swallowing.

"Oh my God Bob, look at you baby. You're my cuckold and you're his faggot cock sucker. Holy shit!" she said.

"God that feels good Bob, suck my cock hard. I almost lost it inside your wife. She's so tight!" 

I pulled off his cock and said "what?"

"Yeah man, you got the full load brother."

"Wow. This is so hot."

"What about the consent form? I tore it up, remember?"

"You tore up a blank sheet of paper Bob. Your wife still owns you and in time she will sign a similar, legally binding document for me and then I will own both of you outright," he said and laughed. 

"I'm exhausted," said Donna. 

"All right then it's settled. Now I need to get a shower and get out of here. I have an early day tomorrow and it's late," said Master Black.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Are we supposed to call you Master?"

"Bob, I expect your wife to call me Master, Master Black, Sir or any other name with respect. You on the other hand can call me Mr. Black or John."

"Okay John. Thank you."

"I have one more question."

"What?"

"What were the empty glasses for?"

"It was a distraction for you."

"Oh," I said.

I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and replayed the events in my mind and my dick rose in unison. It felt so good to stroke again and I was amazed that I felt like I would cum soon just by thinking about what had happened. And, then it hit me. Everything happened so quickly that I didn't notice I hadn't gotten to cum with them. 

I wondered about that and what kind of document John would have Donna sign and what it would mean. My mind reeled at the possibilities of sexual torment that lay ahead of us and my dick got rock hard in response. I lay there for several moments and then I heard the shower start and her laughter as I drifted off to sleep. 



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When I woke, it was morning. I was lying face down under the covers and began thrusting my hard cock against the mattress as the memories of the evening before came to mind. It was exciting all over again to reflect on Donna's choice of attire and her willingness to pleasure and be used by Master Black in my presence. I continued pressing my hard cock into the mattress as I envisioned her face down in his lap, swallowing his cock, holding it in her throat and whimpering under the blows of his hands slapping hard against her ass. 

My appetite for sex increased as my memory wore on. Just hours ago, I stood bedside and masturbated while watching our new friend power fuck my wife into sexual oblivion. And in the throes of everyone's heightened state, he seduced me too, with his invitation to use her mouth. 

On the bed here and now I am humping the mattress with exuberance as I relive the moment he used my virgin mouth. His dominance over me came by outright manipulation and for good cause it was the perfect catalyst for me to suck his magnificent cock and to swallow his tasty load. I could not have imagined a better outcome. Master Black was indeed the right choice for us. 

I felt the point of no return pass by and soon I felt my cock spray its semen load, wetting the sheets where Donna lay the night before. I pumped out all I had as I remembered her face twisted with pleasure, her breasts waving and colliding into one another and the orgasm obscenities emanating from her mouth as her first black lover fucked her brains out. I had never seen her so sexually charged, nor had I felt so hungry for more. 

I opened my eyes and confirmed my suspicions. She was not beside me. I rolled over onto my back and sat upright to look around the room for any sign of her. Just as I realized no clues were left behind, my cell phone rang and I reached to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi Bob." It was Donna. She sounded happy.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the gym."

"What time is it?"

"It's 9:30 or so."

I shifted on the bed and the spring made its familiar creaky sound.

"Are you still in bed?"

"Yeah, I guess I just needed the sleep."

"I want you to know that I had a really great time last night. I can't begin to thank you for opening up my life like you have."

"I did too. You were so hot Donna. I was just rubbing against the mattress thinking about you with him."

"You were, really?"

"Did you shower with him?"

"Yes Bob and we fucked again several times last night. I'll tell you about it tonight. I got to run though, I'm going to work this morning and resign and then I'm going to meet Master Black for lunch." The phone line went dead.

"Wait? Donna? Fuck! Wow! Oh My God! It's really happening!" I said out loud. 

I lay back on the cool mattress and stroked my cock while I thought about my wanton wife making up for lost time. It was such a turn on and I felt truly happy for her and us. This new information would be useful in my next masturbation fantasy and I stroked slowly as I used a memory technique to remember each enticing moment of her phone call. 

Her open admission and exuding happiness about Master Black led me to imagining Donna bringing him home to our bed after lunch, laying down with her legs wide open and fingering her wet pussy. Gone were the questions of whether I would be allowed to watch and in were the expectations that I would suck his cock and this excited me deeply.

Another hour went by and I was still stroking and dreaming of last night and the future before us. Cuckold lust can be overwhelming and I was really feeling it when I remembered Donna's comment about cuckold husbands wanting to wear cock restraints. It sounded so unbelievable at the time and yet now in the head of the moment it made perfect sense. 

I stroked to a fantasy image of Donna and Master Black. She was on all 4's getting pounded from behind and a chain necklace flung wildly around her neck. When he came, her body stiffened and I could clearly see the object at the bottom of the chain. The object was the key to my inevitable future. I am Bob the cuckold, soon to be locked in a cock cage and forced to watch in agony as my wife submits to her black Master. And, that's when I came. 

I came for several seconds, spraying my semen load upward and letting it fall onto my thighs and belly. There was a lot coming out this morning, much more the second time than the first and as it did I was just plain happy. 

When I got off the bed, I felt like a new man: invigorated and confident. My lust was retreating and my rational thoughts returning at the same time and I told myself I didn't want to be locked in a cock cage and that I needed to do a better job controlling my lust the next time. And yet, at the same time, my lust had not completely retreated and I felt it pushing back. I'm not one to psycho analyze myself or others but I think that I may be a victim of my own lust. At any rate, without thought of consequence, I looked down and scooped a gob of cum off my chest and ate it. To my delight, it tasted it sweet, much better than Master Black's. 

I am now a cuckold and today was starting out great. 

* * * * *

On the opposite side of town, the day began quite differently for Reggie. He woke in Honey's bed with two naked women flanking his body. They were Claire and Lisa, well-fucked the night before, now curled up under his arms. 

Across the room, bound on a wooden cross was Honey. Her binding was snug but not too tight and she hung there all night, ball-gagged and forced to watch her Master give the pleasure she craved to two other women. Honey was physically and mentally tired. Dried trails of Mascara connected the corners of her eyes to her chest. The whirlwind of the evening behind them filled her with anger, humiliation, hurt, and an overload of sexual arousal. Still hanging by a thread of energy, she longed to feel her body awaken to his physical touch. 

Reggie stirred first and turned toward Claire. They opened their eyes together and she said "good morning Reggie." Reggie did not speak and simply leaned to his right. He noted Lisa was still sleeping. When he looked toward the foot of the bed, he saw Honey's eyes upon him. She looked tired and he hoped she got what she wanted. He liked her, a lot more than he thought possible and yet he didn't want to feel guilty. This was all her idea and she had pressed him over and over for it. 

He finally gave in to her and chose Claire as the girl to receive the cock that Honey desired to be denied. Claire was the ideal woman as he still felt a longing lust for the fading memory of the woman he saw at the restaurant. As luck would have it, Claire loved the idea Reggie shared with her. It was Claire who suggested bringing in 18 year old Lisa, her new girl friend. She told Reggie his cock was just too much for her to handle and she needed someone to help her satisfy him. 

Reggie's erection raged under the covers as he looked back at Honey. He recognized the glossy far away look in her eyes and lay back onto the pillow. His cock tented the sheets for Honey to see. He wanted to feed Honey's appetite for sexual agony and so he turned to Claire and offered her his cock if she would simply open her legs for him. 

The silence burst with energy all over again. Reggie gently pumped his hard cock into Claire's cunt. Claire moaned heavy and she lifted her legs up and locked them around Reggie's lower back as his cock sank all the way into her. The embraced tightly and Reggie thrust as best he could while Claire moaned continuously. 

Lisa stirred and smiled as her eyes opened. She moved closer to the two beautiful bodies beside her. She nudged Reggie's face with her nose and moved in to kiss Claire's lips. The kiss turned to passion and the two girls mouthed and tongued one another while Reggie moved into a push-up position and pumped harder into Claire. Lisa lifted her lips off Claire's mouth and said "Good morning momma." 

"Good morning my sweet baby," whispered Claire. They kissed on the lips again and Lisa moved her mouth over Claire's chest and kissed and licked each of Claire's nipples to erection. Claire moaned and whimpered under the attention she received from her lover and Reggie. Their 3-some was exactly what she needed. 

Reggie pumped Claire slow and methodically. He had several hours until work began and so there was no need to rush the morning with Claire and Lisa. Lisa was busy alternating her attention between Claire and Reggie. 

Honey's mind reeled as she watched her Master alternate fucking each girl in their bed. She saw his muscular back rise and fall and his ass cheeks firm up with each thrust and she felt the emotional agony overwhelm her. More tears cascaded down her cheeks as she silently watched the younger girl alternate between sucking her Master's ebony pride and French kissing the older woman's gaping empty hole. 

When Lisa lay back onto the bed and opened her legs to Reggie, he dismounted Claire and mounted Lisa. There was no jealousy between the two girls on the bed. Claire simply regained her breathing as she turned to her right and watched her girlfriend experience Reggie's morning cock. Lisa turned to look at Claire and the older woman smiled back at her. It was so re-assuring for Lisa and she said to Claire, "I love you."

Claire's normal breathing returned and she acted on the joy she felt for Lisa by simply moving closer until the two women were tongue kissing one another. For nearly an hour since their waking, Honey creamed as she watched her Master alternate fucking the two kissing white girls in her bed. 

Claire and Lisa could not stop kissing each other. Each girl's love grew stronger for the other as each moment passed and this annoyed Reggie. He leaned forward over both girls and said "I'm going to take a break. Why don't you stay here together as long as you want," and then he got off Claire and stepped onto the floor. The two women embraced and rolled over. Claire ended up on the bottom and she opened her legs as Lisa began to kiss her way down Claire's body. The trail of kisses and licks took several minutes to make and Lisa enjoyed every stop along the way. 

When Reggie landed on the floor he went into the bathroom, took a piss, shook off the last few drops and then returned to the bedroom with an aching hard on. Honey watched her Master approach. He had fire in his eyes and she relaxed her entire body for him. Reggie had only one thing in mind and that was to cum. At the foot of the cross, he unlatched Honey's legs and then he stepped onto the ledge and pulled Honey's thighs up around his waist. With all her might, she crossed her ankles behind him as he forced himself inside her. 

Her cunt was wetter than he ever experienced before and his cock penetrated her all the way to his balls. It was simply amazing to him and instead of waiting for her to get used to his size, he just withdrew half way and slammed himself inside her again. 


The pressure on Honey's outstretched arms was immense. Each thrust pulled at whatever remaining strength she possessed and yet she was at peace as her Master pumped his cock inside her. This was the moment of pure joy she sought and waited for all night long. 

Reggie pounded away at Honey's cunt. He was physically raping this woman because he needed it and he knew she craved it. Her muffled whimpers fed his crazy lust and he sped up the tempo of his assault. And when Reggie looked into Honey's eyes once again, he saw the truth for the first time in their relationship. This girl loved him and he loved her too. 

With joy in his heart, he removed her gag and kissed her lightly on the lips. Honey's tongue was about the only limb that had life left in it and she kissed him back with all the vigor she could muster. It was then that her Master grunted and his cum began to spew inside her. Once the first shot began there was no going back. He simply lifted his head and looked into her willing eyes and filled her with the full contents of his heavy balls. 

In all the excitement between Reggie and Honey, the two women on the bed quietly dressed and left the house. 

* * * *

Her visit to work was well timed and brief. Five minutes after walking into her boss' office she was smiling and receiving praise and the promise of a separation package along with a standing offer to return to work anytime she wanted. 'Life was certainly good, and the best was yet to come' she told herself as she left the building.

In the plaza outside her former place of employment, Donna opened her cell phone and pressed the voice activation button and said "Master". Soon the sound of his voice comforted her and she focused solely on what he said. They made lunch plans. She was to meet him at 11:30 a.m. sharp in the parking lot of the Dark Horse restaurant. It sounded familiar to her but she couldn't quite place it and so Master Black suggested she drive to his office and wait for him in the lobby. 

After meeting at his building, Master Black escorted Donna to a shiny black limo with dark tinted windows waiting curbside. It was driven by a private car service and the car took off as soon after Master Black shut the door.

Immediately his big black hand landed on her exposed thigh and Donna turned to him and smiled. "Last night was incredible," she said to him. "I've never been fucked so well by anyone."

"Not even your husband?"

"Not even him. You are awesome and I can't wait for you to give it to me again," she said and moved up to straddle his lap and face him. "I want to give myself to you over and over again like last night and anything else you dream up," she said and then she planted a deep wet kiss on his lips. 

Master Black was aroused and suggested that she slip down to the floor on her knees and offer to suck his cock the way he taught her the evening before. She smiled and said "absolutely," and when she got to her kneeling position, she said "may I please suck you off Master?"

He unzipped his trousers and asked "are you wearing a bra slut?"

She nodded and touched her chest with a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"Take it off. I don't want you wearing a bra around me without my permission."

Donna began unbuttoning her blouse top in order to remove the bra.

"While you're at it, strip off your clothes but leave your shoes on."

Donna smiled and said "Yes Sir." She inhaled deeply and unbuttoned the rest of her top. His instructions turned her on and she performed as requested.

When she knelt again before him, she was fully nude except for the high heel shoes on her feet and the wedding ring on her finger. Master Black had whipped his cock out and it was soft looking but still quite long and starting to show signs of life. He looked at Donna. She was beautiful and horny, reacting like most women do after they've been taken by his big black thunder. They all just want it again and again.

"Part your knees and finger yourself but don't cum," he barked.

"Yes Master." Her eyes closed temporarily as she touched herself.

"Tell me why you're here?"

She opened her eyes and looked directly into his and said "I want to be fucked again like last night."

"And tell me about your husband, where does he fit in?"

"Bob is a good man and I love him. He gives me pleasure but it's not enough and after last night I don't think I'll ever be able to be with just him."

"Is a thorough fucking all you want?"

"No, I'd like to for my husband to have the sense of purpose and satisfaction he seeks by being married to a slut wife. And, for myself, I want to live a life of luxury and adventure. We have an agreement spelling out our intentions and I intend to take full advantage of it with whoever else wants me."

"What purpose do you think your husband needs to understand?" 

"We're treating this opportunity like a research project so we'll get to figure out what that means over time. Ultimately, I think he needs to understand he's a cuckold and that his wife doesn't intend to go back to a monogamous relationship."

"I have some experience helping husbands understand their wife's sexual preferences and I'd like to help you figure out what works best for your marriage Mrs. Wilson. But, what will I get in return?"

"What do you want?"

Master Black reached into his suit jacket's side pocket and removed a leather collar. "I want to put this on your neck and make you my pleasure slave in training." He held it up for her to see.

Donna shivered but continued massaging her clit with one finger as she looked into Master Black's eyes. "I'd love to wear it and be your slave," she said quietly and confidently.

"Pleasure for me comes in many forms Mrs. Wilson," he began and leaned forward with the open collar in his hands. He held it out to her and said "as I am the one who latches it around your neck, I am the only one to remove it. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master Black."

He placed the open collar around her neck, holding it at the buckle and tip. "My slaves must wear their collars as a badge of honor, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. You must promise to make it visible at all times for anyone to see."

"Yes Master Black, I promise to wear it proudly and ensure it's always visible."

He put the tip through the buckle and said "and you accept that as a trainee, it is your responsibility to follow my instructions to the letter. Our goal is for my teachings to become fully integrated into your life; that means you will become the perfect slut wife to your husband and to me."

"Oh my God yes Master Black. That's exactly what I need."

"There are no papers to sign at this stage of our relationship. Our agreement is verbal and physical. What we voluntarily say to one another and how we say it are important and serve as foundations of our trust in one another. But, should you desire to end to our relationship you will simply remove the collar and return it to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master Black, but I won't do that."

He finished fastening the collar snugly around her neck and said "Then consider your self my newest slave trainee Mrs. Wilson."

Donna reached up with both hands and touched the collar with her fingers. She traced her fingertips over the leather band and found three empty D-rings and some bumpy textures facing the front. 

"It's on there snugly as a reminder of your commitment to me Mrs. Wilson. In time, you will adjust to any restriction you may be feeling at this moment."

"Thank you, sir. What is this textured surface I'm feeling?"

Master Black looked into Donna's eyes and said "Those are empty spaces Mrs. Wilson. As you demonstrate your acceptance of my teachings, I will reward you by placing a letter on your collar. In time you will earn enough letters to guess what it says and once you have all the letters everyone who sees it will know what you are."

"What will it say?"

"No Mrs. Wilson. You have to earn each letter." 

"Master Black? Why do you keep calling me Mrs. Wilson? I mean, it's okay if you call me Donna."

He laughed and said "It's okay to question when you don't know the answer Mrs. Wilson. My calling you Mrs. Wilson shows respect. It is appropriate when we're seen in public and as well, in private, its use reminds us that you are married to someone else even though your purpose is to serve me."

"Oh God Master Black, you're so right. I am married and right now all I can think about is getting my lips around your beautiful black cock and making it all hard and fuck-ready with my mouth."

"I take it you're ready for your first lesson" he said to her.

She nodded while looking into his eyes.

"The lesson objective is for you to demonstrate your listening skills and your desire to please me. You will find that this is a common objective across many lessons that we engage in. In the trunk of the car is a leather instrument. I'd like for you to get the driver to stop the car so that you can personally fetch the instrument and bring it to me."




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"But I'm not dressed. Can I put my clothes on?"

"I need the instrument in order to continue your lesson Mrs. Wilson. You have five minutes to complete this task and if you do that I will award you with your first letter. Now then, I have given you all the information you need. Please, for your own sake, I urge you not to delay the lesson further." 

Donna looked down at her naked body as she considered what was requested of her. She had stopped masturbating and remembered that it helped ease her mind and so she started up again with her index finger. The pleasure returned immediately and so did Donna's inhibition. She turned to lean over the front seat and asked the driver "will you pull over and stop so I can get something out of the trunk?"

"Why should I do that?"

"Master Black wants me to get something out of the trunk. Will you stop and open the trunk for me please?"

"If I do, what will you give me?

"Four minutes to go Mrs. Wilson."

"What do you want?"

The driver looked down at his lap and then back at Donna with a big smile creeping over his face. 

Donna turned to face Master Black and said "I think he wants me to suck his cock. What should I do?"

"Three and a half minutes to go Mrs. Wilson. Tick, tock, tick, tock..." 

She turned to the driver and said "what's your name?"

"Mike."

"Okay Mike, I'm offering to suck your cock if I complete my task on time."

"In the Men's room of the restaurant we're going to," he said.

"What?"

"Two minutes Mrs. Wilson."

"Okay I'll do it in the Men's room, hurry Mike, I don't want to fuck this up."

Mike drove the car to the shoulder, put the gear in Park and pressed the trunk release lid. "Close the trunk gently when you're done."

Donna opened the car door, jumped out, and shut the door. The warm air enveloped her skin. She did not dally and look around but proceeded to the rear of the car and lifted the trunk lid. She looked inside the cavernous trunk space and saw two objects: a nylon gym bag and a leather leash. She grabbed the leash, slammed the trunk lid and returned to the car door. In her haste to return quickly she forgot about the Driver's instruction and when she tried to open the door she noted it was locked. She knocked on the back window and nothing happened. She frantically went to the front window and knocked on it.

The window came down and the driver said "what?"

"Can you unlock the door for me?"

"What will you give me?"

"When I suck your cock, you can cum in my mouth."

The door lock clicked and he said "hurry, you're almost out of time" as she raced to the door. 

As she handed Master Black the leash, he said "Time!"

Donna remained on the floor of the limo while Master Black held the clip end in his right hand and moved is left over the remainder of the six food leather lead. "Come here, Mrs. Wilson. Come straddle my lap."

Donna moved onto her Master's lap as requested and sat back on his upper thighs. Her knees parted widely and she held her chest out as she sat upright facing him. He stuck his hand in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small purple velvet bag with gold draw string. He opened the bag and removed a small silver object. It was a letter and he applied it to her collar as he spoke "you've earned your first letter Mrs. Wilson. It is the letter S. Congratulations."

"Oh, thank you Master," she rejoiced and lifted herself upward and dragged her bare pussy over his cock as she leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you."

Master Black lifted the leash and clipped it to a D-ring on Donna's collar. As soon as he did it, she looked down and he jerked on the leash and kept jerking on it until her mouth was only inches from his hardening cock.

"Mrs. Wilson, are you aware that only a handful of women have ever made it this far in their training?'

"No."

"You can feel good about your accomplishment."

"Thank you Sir."

"You're very welcome Mrs. Wilson. You are a refreshing change from the disappointment I often face with first timers. Now, I'd like for you to demonstrate your retention of the lesson I gave you last night in the parlor in front of your husband. You may begin.

Donna smiled as she remembered the encounter Master Black referred to. She succumbed to the heated moment and lowered her mouth onto his waiting cock. With earnest to do his bidding, she took him deep, gagged, withdrew some to breath again and then moved downward to take him again. On the fourth attempt, she kissed the base of his cock with her red painted lips and heard her Master speak.

"Very good girl Mrs. Wilson; when you swallow the load I give, you will earn another letter." Then he relaxed in the seat and let her finish the job she started. 

After five minutes of deep throat cock sucking, heavy strands of spit clung to Donna's face and chest as well as her lips as she took Master Black's cock down her throat once more. This time when his cock began its ascension from a depth no one else in Donna's life had been, his ball sack rose. And, when the tip re-entered Donna's mouth he soiled her without warning. His cum poured into her mouth like a hungry river chases a downstream trail. Master Black pumped spurt after spurt until his balls were dry as Donna struggled but managed to swallow the entire load. 

Donna took a few moments to gather her senses in the aftermath of blowing Master Black and when she looked up at him again she saw his warm friendly smile and the sterling silver W in his hand. She smiled, delighted with his game to spell out what she was on her training collar. At the rate she was going, she wondered if he would let her earn the remaining letters on this date. 

After Master Black placed the new letter on Donna's collar he suggested that she dress but leave her bra and panties in the car. Donna looked oddly at him for a moment and he said "Your blouse should be buttoned to the nipple line but no higher."

Donna dressed as instructed. 

"If you promised the driver any favors, I suggest you take care of them before the end of the day."

"He wants me to blow him in the men's room."

Master Black laughed and said "we'll go in and order our meal and then you may call him from the table to confirm your arrangements for your rendezvous in the men's room." He continued laughing.

Donna smiled. It was her way of disarming behavior that she wanted someone to stop. Still, the embarrassment of the situation had another effect. It kept her wet and this was very obvious to her as she stepped out of the car behind Master Black.



Black Cock Fantasy Ch. 09



Thanks dear audience for reading this series. I expect to write more exploratory stories on the slut wife subject but have decided to end this series the good old fashioned way. 

As for the men and women who got aroused while reading my chapters and who told me so in emails and on public comments, I say thank you. That is the ultimate compliment any erotica writer could ask for.

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In the kitchen, I saw a text message on my cell phone from Master Black. "Wait in the Men's room at the Dark Horse, 12:15 to 12:45." It was 11:45 a.m. and so little time to dally. On the drive over, I felt the familiar pit re-emerge in my stomach as I wondered what lay in store for me at the Dark Horse. I arrived a few minutes early and went to the restroom as directed. In front of me were two main sides: Stalls on far left, a wall in the middle with urinals facing the stalls and on the other side of the wall sinks and mirrors. To my immediate right was a lounge seating area with news papers and magazines and that's where I decided to park myself and wait.

It seemed like a ghost town while I waited and then there was a rush of Men walking in, unzipping, chatting and pissing into the wall mounted urinals. Some washed their hands afterward and some didn't. I read the comics section, trying to remain in good spirits.

The Men's room was empty again for only a minute and then I heard the door swing open and hushed voices enter. It sounded like a woman but I wasn't sure and listened intently. A man's voice said "over there." And I heard two sets of sounds moving toward the stalls. One set was heavy and thudding, the other set was light. A door swung shut and latched. I got up and decided to take a look as I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman's laughter.

They were in the far stall. A woman on her knees, heels pointing beyond the confines of the stall door. For some reason I looked to my right and saw myself reflected in one of two mirrors hanging above two separate sinks. In that split second, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror and I quickly moved into the stall and closed the door. 

"That's it baby, suck daddy's cock and make it good," a man said. I could hear sucking sounds, heavy breathing and choking. I opened my mouth in disbelief. It amazed me that this kind of activity took place in the middle of the day and I wondered if the girl was a hooker and the Dark Horse Men's Room was her office. Needless to say I was rock hard and in the confines of the next stall, I decided it would be okay to sit on the toilet seat and jerk off.

The Men's Room door swung open and I heard Master Black's distinctive voice as he said "Bob? Are you here?"

I froze and apparently so did the woman in the next stall.

"Bob Wilson? If you're in here, I'd appreciate a response. I don't have a lot of time."

Donna looked upward at the driver with fright in her eyes as she knelt before him holding his ebony cock in her mouth. The driver simply placed his hands on her head and drove his cock into her throat. His cock was nearly as long and thick as Master Black's and with it he made Donna's eyes water. As Master Black called her husband's name, Donna got a taste of the driver's cum and then he withdrew and sprayed the rest on her face and blouse. "Oh yeah, that's it baby. Now our deal is complete." Then he zipped up and left the stall while she remained on her knees.

I jumped out of my stall after the tall black man walked to the sink. He turned the faucet on and washed his hands while I stepped out of my stall and peered into the next stall. The hooker was still on her knees and facing the toilet but started to turn around when I heard "there you are Bob Wilson." I turned to face Master Black. "Boy you need to zip those trousers when you come out of the john," he laughed. "Come here, I want to talk with you." I looked down at my open zipper and closed it as I walked toward him. 

"Bob did you meet my driver, Daryl? He's the man washing his hands," said Master Black. "No sir, I haven't had the pleasure. Hello Daryl."

"Daryl, Bob is the guy we're all cuckolding" said Master Black. "Isn't that right Bob?"

"Yes sir," I said meekly.

Daryl laughed. 

"Daryl, where is Mrs. Wilson?"

"She's in the last stall."

"What?" I asked.

"Thank you Daryl. That will be all for now."

Daryl walked out of the Men's room and stood outside the door. Any one who tried to enter would be directed to an alternate Men's room. 

"Oh my God, that was Donna? I thought she was a hooker or something." I said to Master Black. 

The door on the last stall swung open and Donna stumbled out into the main room. Her hair was all messed up and as she got closer I realized the totality of Daryl's output. It was a lot to take in. There was the smeared lipstick, the mascara drip trails down her cheeks, large cum streaks scattered about her face and gobs of white goo in her hair. She looked like she'd just walked off the set of a hot porn filming and needed a towel. Simply put, Daryl was the Jackson Pollock of cum blasters and he used my wife's face as his canvas. Instead of being angry, I smiled back at her and then I just started laughing. 

"Hi Bob," said Donna. She walked right up to me, flung her arms around my neck and attempted to kiss me on the mouth but I moved my hands up as if doing a double rising block to prevent her from sharing the wealth. The move surprised me, her and even Master Black. I suppose if I were still in my weak lustful cuckold mode, I'd be savoring Daryl's jiz right now, but at the moment, I was feeling superior. 

I turned to Master Black. "She looks like a fucking cum dumpster!" I said sharply.

Donna knew my tone had changed and placed her hands on my chest. "Bob? I thought this was what you wanted?"

Master Black stood in silence. Clearly, Mrs. Wilson still saw her husband as the head of their household. 

"Talk to me Bob. Tell me if I screwed up. Tell me what you want. We don't have to..."

"Shut up Donna," I began. "You broke our agreement." I turned to face Master Black and said "she broke the agreement we had. I'm supposed to be the one to select and arrange her first dates."

Master Black looked back at me before speaking and then he finally said "you're right Bob. What do you propose we do about it?"

"I think she needs to understand that this is a serious breach to me. Obviously, she lacks good judgment and we've only just started. If we don't correct her behavior now, she'll simply do it again and again." 

"You sound more like a Master than a cuckold Bob."

"It's simple management philosophy sir."

"Well, I fully agree with your assessment. What kind of punishment were you thinking?"

"How the hell should I know? You're the fucking Master. What do you suggest?"

"Hold your tongue sir. Do not think for one second you can get away with talking to me like that. She's your wife, she's cuckolded you because you wanted it that way and now that she's done it I think you're looking for someone to blame other than yourself."

His response burst with energy. Spit flew out of his mouth as he continued to lecture me on the fine points of acceptable behavior. I tuned him out and considered my options. The evening before was certainly hot. It was hot because we all participated together and it was scary too because Donna willingly let him use her anyway he wanted. She didn't even put up a struggle. In the heat of the moment I was unable to see it for what it was but now that my lust is gone, I see the matter differently.

"I'm sorry Master Black. I apologize for my rudeness to you. As far as I know, you've been honest with me. But the fact remains that my wife broke her agreement with me and I think its best for my marriage if we break off our relationship with you at this time."

Master Black sighed and the wrinkles on his forehead relaxed. "Very well Bob. I will respect your decision." 

"Thank you, sir. May I please have the signed agreement sir?"

"I don't have it with me but will mail it to you."

"Okay. That is acceptable. Thank you, sir." I extended my right hand to him and we shook hands firmly to seal our arrangement. It was time to depart. "If you'll excuse us Mr. Black, I'll be taking my wife home."

I turned to Donna. Tears had flown down her face and the streaks of cum had since turned clear and dried on her skin. It added an ugly texture to her beautiful skin and I wanted it off. This was not the image of my wife I wanted the public to see. As we made eye contact, her body scrunched up and she sobbed. "I'm sorry, Bob. I'm so sorry," she said.

I reached out and embraced her at her side and walked her to the sink. She clung tightly to me looking for forgiveness. "You look like an old raccoon darling, you might want to wash up first and then we'll go home." I said in the most consoling tone I had. 

As Donna bent over the sink to wash up, I felt Master Black's presence and turned to face him. "Thank you Mr. Black, we have no further business with you."

"Yes Mr. Wilson. If Mrs. Wilson will kindly return her training collar to me, I will be on my way."

"Her what?"

"The collar around her neck belongs to me. Our agreement was that if she wanted to cease her relationship with me that she would simply remove it and return it to me."

The collar remark stirred my lust and so I moved my hand upon Donna's hair to brush it aside. There on her bare neck was the object Mr. Black wanted returned. "Did she sign a paper to that effect?"

"No. We had a verbal agreement."

"I see," I muttered. I looked down for a moment and closed my eyes to consider my response. "My dad was a firm believer in the verbal agreement between men," I began. "It is the basis on which trust is built in a relationship and over time that trust becomes the binding power that solidifies their relationship." 

Mr. Black remained silent until he thought I was finished speaking. He seemed curious more than anything else. He was certainly not angry or defensive.

"He also taught me that people make mistakes and the sooner the mistakes are recognized, the sooner people can move on. I love my wife Mr. Black. My mistake was thinking it would be sexually fulfilling to me if she could give herself to another man and humiliate me in the process. What I didn't consider is the emptiness and betrayal that go along with it. The emotional pain of betrayal far outweighs the pleasure of an orgasm. It's not for me and I hope it's not for my wife either. But, I love her enough to let her make up her own mind."

Master Black looked at me momentarily before speaking. "So what are you saying exactly?"

"I'll honor your agreement. If she wants to continue her training, I'll file for divorce and she can give herself completely to you."

"Is that her only option?" he asked.

"Of course not; she can dump you and stay with me" I said incredulously. "Beyond that, she still has other options but I'm not willing to share that with you. This whole thing was the stupidest idea I've ever come up with. I don't blame her one bit. But it's obvious to me that you possess a lot of charming qualities that she seems to favor; and in all honesty, I enjoyed sucking your cock. But I'd rather have my wife with me than without."

While we talked Donna finished washing and patting dry her face. The raccoon look was gone but the far away sadness in her eyes remained. As far as she was concerned, her way out of the hole she had dug for herself was unclear. The immediate matter to see to was easy. She simply reached up to her neck, unbuckled the clasp and removed the training collar. She looked at the object and surmised the two words Master Black had intended for her: Slut Wife. Then she looked at her wedding ring and recalled the message her husband had laser inscribed within it: We are forever.

She slipped her right arm around my waist and moved into me as though signaling it was time to leave. I moved my left arm around her shoulders and we walked toward the exit together. When we got to Mr. Black, Donna opened her hand and the collar dropped on the floor. As I held the door open for her I looked over my shoulder to see him picking up the collar. "Consider it returned" I said and I walked out. Daryl moved out of the way for Donna but he turned to face me with a different demeanor. "Our relationship has concluded Daryl. If you want to live to see tomorrow I suggest you step out of my way."

He laughed and stepped closer to intimidate me. While looking him in the eye, I sank to a squat position, moved my left forearm up to brace his chest and spear-thrust his crotch with my right hand. Then I grabbed his balls and squeezed my fist as hard as I could. His knees buckled and he winced in extreme pain as I held my grip. "Don't you ever pull that shit on me again, punk!" Then I pushed him upright with my left forearm and slapped his face as hard as I could with my open palm. "You have no idea what kind of shit storm you'll bring on yourself if you ever try to fuck with me. And that goes for your employer too. You got that bitch?" I twisted my fist to grind his pain further. He nodded in anguish and begged for mercy like a scared little boy. 

When I let go, Daryl made his next mistake. He tried to sucker punch me with an uppercut. As they teach us in self defense, I stood left side out and put my hands up. To witnesses it looks like I'm surrendering or at the very least saying I don't want any trouble. But experienced fighters would know I'm in fighting position. I simply moved in to his left uppercut with my left forearm to block then executed a turning back kick and nailed him heel first in the solar plexus. With his wind knocked out, he bent over like a broken weed.

When I looked up, I saw Donna looking back at me. She was smiling and extending her hand to me. "Come here Mr. Wilson, take me home and let me thank my hero properly." 

"Absolutely," I said and clasped her hand in mine as we headed out of the Dark Horse. The afternoon blue sky never looked so good.