Cuckold Beginning
Before I start I have to say it's good to know there are so many other couples out there living the Cuckold lifestyle. Needless to say, I love my wife very much indeed. As well as being a very attractive woman with a super figure she is a popular and active member of our little village community. There is nothing I enjoy more than having lovely Barbara on my arm and spending time with our friends.
With all this in mind I'm pleased to announce that my wife now joins the ranks of hot wives who have slept with other men. Her 'Bull' Jamal, a true African native of Liberia I might add, has been bedding her regularly for the last six months.
The interracial cuckold scene had interested me greatly for years. Our own secret life had been building slowly for some time but really gained momentum in December and January of last year. My fantasies were becoming more vivid yet up until Jamal, Barbara had never been unfaithful to me and was quite simply a devoted wife. I'd known from the start that sleeping with another man would not at first appeal to her sensibilities and that I would have to work hard to persuade her. Although we had talked about it in bed and enjoyed the resulting sexual thrills she never pictured herself undertaking anything real.
It's fair to say that once content with my fantasy, I would never have dreamed we would find ourselves in the situation we now are. For my part these recent times have brought out all kind of emotions; jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even at times: resentment. All in the knowledge that I have encouraged my once loyal wife to go out on dates with a black man whom I know gives her a far better seeing too than I ever could.
Standing a little over 5' she is a stylish blond with obvious taste. Her features are distinct, classic and crisp with penetrating blue eyes, flawless white skin and hair that usually falls just above her shoulders. Sandra Barbara always enjoys being well manicured and presented with frequent visits to the salon in town.
You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband who always enjoyed having other men look at his wife. Be she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Barbara always catches the eye. Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had the body it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is always first on the list. Not that she was an extrovert or exhibitionist, more quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.
As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Barbara in a short skirt and high heels or showing off her 38DD cleavage. In the beginning she was often unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked. Having her magnificent tits on display at the dinner table was more my cup-of-tea than hers as I would enjoy having other men take note. The wedding band on her finger was a serious tie for her. I provided well too I might add.
The black cock is harder than ever for established white, cultured ladies.
One night I was on an internet chat-room that was designed for cuckolds and black men seeking white women. I'd read letters and stories. Now I knew my wife would go to bed with another man for me the notion was to find a suitable male as quickly as possible. Somehow I knew I'd have no problem finding a horny stud to take Barbara's married pussy.
Cuckold type relationships were real and out there and as I chatted with several other husbands I felt my need grow. One husband was very helpful indeed and offered to introduce me to a regular black 'Alpha' male who he said was a regular on the site.
His name-tag was RealAfricanMan4U. The name said it all and after some brief pleasantries he told me his real name was Jamal. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanor appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Barbara was unmistakable and like me Jamal saw a rare opportunity.
He bragged early that he had experience, including a single, white woman in London he'd been fucking for several months. When he asked me what my interest was I didn't lie. I was looking for a black Bull to fuck my wife. It was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn't realized it fully until then but he had. We chatted some more. Traveling for him wasn't an issue, especially if he got to meet a woman who was 'worth it'. He asked if my wife had been 'blacked' before and that I send him some photos.
Excitedly I uploaded a few to my email included several from a recent civil engagement in town and clicked 'send'. Jamal liked what he saw and immediately asked for more. Adding that Barbara was far more attractive than his own wife back home in Liberia. His final admission was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
'Enjoyed pix very much. Would love to fuck your lady wife for you'. The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife to a potential bull. The response was terrific. People from all over offered support.
Of course my mailbox had messages from other black men who, aware of new white pussy wanted more information with a view to meeting Barbara themselves. Several said that they already saw several couples and were looking for new sluts to fuck.
Of course I still hadn't told Sandra of my progress or of the number of people who now wanted to know how far she would go on their first 'meet'. After a month I told her about Jamal. I'd heard from him several times by then were on each occasion his excitement at potentially fucking a white woman was obvious. Another photo he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew Barbara was certainly attracted to. In turn I sent him more pictures of Barbara. It turned me on. I was sharing my family with a stranger and it made me excited.
Jamal added that he had printed out the bikini picture I had sent and had it stood next to his computer. His comments always drove me on. That he had over nine inches of hard African cock and could satisfy Barbara in ways I never could. On another he said how lucky and undeserving I was to have such a great wife and mother and how much he would enjoy fucking her in front of me. It seemed he understood everything.
To be honest I wondered what she would have thought of much of it and to make breaking the news easier I took her out for dinner. The idea I would see her with another man for the first time becoming a true reality. Still, she seemed unsure as I told her everything in detail. She looked as if she hadn't expected me to find her a black man. A 'Bull' and when I said the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I getting us into.
Barbara looked stunning that night. By the end of the evening she had agreed as long as we kept it secret and discreet. By now there was no going back. I had read couples arranged a social drink with a new Bull first. A period where the three people could get to know each other. Somehow that didn't seem to be the best course of action here though having Barbara and Jamal sleep together on their first date was more than I dared hope. I called our new bull that very night and offered him the chance to meet; and perhaps bed Barbara that weekend.
Giving him the good news in the kitchen as my wife changed upstairs. His voice was full on the phone and accented. Hearing him excited me and almost speechless I asked if he could take her out beforehand. He agreed, promising to have her back 'early' and we arranged a time when he could pick her up.
I was in no doubt of the marital significance of what was about to happen. The moral issue was perhaps the most difficult for Barbara. She had never cheated and now here I was asking her too. Could she really have sex with a man she didn't know? Was I asking too much of her?
Saturday evening arrived and I was beside myself with anticipation. Everything had to go smoothly and I had a very vivid picture by then of introducing my wife and her new boyfriend for the first time. In the afternoon I picked up a brand new, silky, red cocktail dress that I had ordered and some clear high heels. The girl in the shop asked me if I was planning a surprise for my partner. If she only knew.
The anticipation I felt was mixed with a sense of daring. I knew full well the risk I was taking. Not only sending my wife out with a total stranger but upping the chances that someone might see them together. The dress had caught my eye, suitably expensive and classy yet revealing as well. Barbara unpacked the box and held the thin dress against herself in the bedroom mirror. I could see her having second thoughts. She didn't want another man and was worried for our family and our own long term relationship.
'Dean...do you really want me to do this?' I remained silent and to her credit Barbara already knew. She turned back to the mirror and began to change.
The doorbell rang at 7.30 sharp, echoing through the hall. It was dark outside by then and I opened the door. I was confronted on the step by the man in the pictures; tall, broad shouldered with high cheek bones, a square chin and a row of neat white teeth. He wore a dark blue jacket and trousers with polished shoes. Having certainly made the effort Jamal put out a large hand which I shook then advanced past me into the hall. His smile remained constant as he looked around and I could detect a similar eagerness in his body language.
'Mmm ... nice house' his accent surprisingly thick and his tone loud and confident. He folded his arms and nodded to himself. 'Your lady upstairs?'
'Just getting ready' I smiled trying to conceal the erection I was already maintaining in my pants. Jamal had dark skin which showed traces of manual work outside in the unforgiving African sun.
His hand, which had felt rough and hard soon to be between my wife's legs.
I knew this was an enormous commitment for her, asking her to swallow her pride for an evenings fun.
Leaving Jamal waiting I went up to find her sitting at the dresser, her back to me, wearing the dress and the shoes. The room was rich with expensive perfume I was pleased to see she was wearing her favorite diamond earring and necklace set. The black bull downstairs would definitely enjoy fucking her wearing that.
'He's here' I said and as I spoke she stood and took her black velvet coat from the wardrobe. Barbara's body looked magnificent in the dress. As good as I had ever seen her it hung perfectly on her shoulders and revealed the lovely shape of her legs beneath. Her crisp face, ruby lips and sparkling eyes had a different look. She was too good for this and my erection began to grow again. Sweat on my palms. The outfit looked perfect against her lush, white skin. Dressed for black cock.
'I'm ready'
From behind I could not see the look on my wife's face as she descended the stairs to greet her 'date' for the first time. However, Jamal's lips spread into a huge grin as he followed the beautiful, white woman downstairs with his eyes. There was a glint in his gaze and an obvious twitch in his pants. How alien the whole situation must have felt to my dear wife. Barbara put out her hand which he took, full in the knowledge that she would likely be spending the night with this man later.
'I'm Jamal' he said touching his chest, his voice composed but pausing mid sentence to find his words. He liked her. Maybe he saw full well how the elegant western lady wasn't yet the slut he had expected and that excited him.
'Pleased to meet you Jamal. My name's Barbara....I'm Dean's wife' she replied in a confident tone I had not expected. 'Dean's told me so much about you'. Sandra was playing her usual hostess role. I was so excited but I took a back step, enjoying the sight of them together. The bulls gaze ran down her figure, lingering on her chest.
'Very ... beautiful' he added nodding happily with his pronunciation. 'A very pretty queen'.
'Why thank you'. Barbara smiled politely but her evening only just about to begin.
The two of them chatted politely for several minutes.
'Maybe the two of you should get going?' I said at last, my voice dry. Jamal raised a hand and grinned, running his tongue around his big lips. His manners of before over with. Right then I realized that he was here to do things his way. He stared down at her tits.
'Such a beautiful body.... before we go out I want you ... go take off'. He motioned with his hands and I knew at once he wanted her to dispense with her bra. Smiling I explained this discreetly to my wife who blushed. She stood statuesque on the bull's demand, his actions making my cock throb.
'Alright Jamal'. Barbara turned and began up the stairs. She wasn't used to being spoken to like that. Maybe she realized that this man was going to treat her far differently than any man had before. We both watched her go. My wife's ass moving neatly in the hot, tight dress. Jamal stood hands in his jacket pockets. Throwing me a look that suggested he was impressed with her effort.
So far everything had been better than I'd dare hope.
'I need money'. I had expected that and had some on hand. Jamal slipped the notes into his wallet and nodded.
'Take her wherever she wants'
'I fuck her later?'.
'If you play your cards right'. Minutes later my wife returned and I could see a glazed, uncomfortable look in her face. Her breasts moving explicitly, rolling inside the silky thin dress. Her blue eyes averted both of us as she reached for her coat, handbag clasped tightly to her side. Shame in her face as we hungrily examined her.
'Better....' grinned Jamal, nodding and fully enjoying my wife's tits, the shape of her round, erect nipples pushing through the silk. I opened the door. The bull standing back and letting Barbara through first. It was a cold night. 'I have her back real soon' he said unable to contain how much he was looking forward to it. Jamal opening his car door for her then walking around the other side to get in himself. As he drove off I felt an excitement I'd never had before.
All evening I paced around the house. Seemingly looking at the clock every five minutes.
My wife was with a black man.
My wife was on a date.
My wife was going to get blacked tonight.
How it dragged. I wanted to know what was happening. Where they where and what was said. I poured myself a drink to calm my nerves. The desire with the hope that Jamal would soon be very much a part of our family life. It left me gasping in essence of what we were doing.
What had I encouraged my special wife to do? When two hours had passed I knew they would be well into the date. Where had he taken her? Was she enjoying it? I expected she would have him take her quite a distance, perhaps were she wouldn't be recognized. Another hour ticked by.
I went to the Cuckold forum, adding a post that my wife was on her first date. Congratulations where among the replies as well as questions as to what Barbara was wearing. Where were they I asked myself?
11:30 already. I nearly spilt my drink when I finally heard the car swing into the drive and voices on the path. It was time and my heart pounded like no tomorrow. As quickly as I could I switched off the lights in the lounge and went through to the hall. Barbara and Jamal were on the other side of the glass, my wife struggling with the key.
To my surprise I heard laughter and the door opened with a sudden cold gust. They both looked as if she had expected me to be there; waiting. Contrary to the polite yet stern way Barbara had left there was now a smile upon her face, her eyes slightly glazed after one too many glasses of white wine.
A calmer glint let me know right away that contrary to her feelings beforehand she had actually enjoyed her evening. Knowing how my wife likes to be treated I could only assume Jamal had been a total gentleman. That was about to change.
'Hello, Dean' she said, slipping off the coat, noticeably more merry than drunk though undoubtedly relaxed by the alcohol in her body. Noticing my gaze Jamal slipped a heavy arm around her waist and moved her towards him.
'How was your date? Your new boyfriend take care of you?' Barbara turned and looked up at Jamal. There was a confidence in his face too.
'Oh yes' my wife smiled, her arm around his strong waist. 'He's a real gentleman'.
As I watched she tilted her head suggestively. Jamal lowered his and their lips met. I was amazed but the way they embraced suggested this was not their first kiss of the night.
Barbara turned into him, even surprising the big alpha male as she slid her arms up around his neck. Then almost immediately there was a pause. A sudden realization or moment of truth. She turned back to me, about to speak. Her beautiful eyes giving up how much she wanted to stay faithful.
'Come here' he said, pulling her to him. His voice showed no wavering. He was sober and composed and I guessed he was very horny. Particularly after tasting her lips. 'Such fine white lady'. Jamal hissed the last words, his tongue sliding over his big, thick lips.
Barbara looked up at the taller man in fond recognition but her face changed as he gently put his hand on her chest. She glanced down at the floor, this strong bull's hand moving between her tits in eager enthusiasm. Lifting and feeling each. Made easier without her bra. His dark skin was offset perfect against hers. Fingers thick and worn.
'Yeah! That's a good bitch' he gasped followed by several in his native tongue. I could see his impatience and the long stiffening bulge growing in his trousers. He was changing, becoming dominant. Barbara's eyes were still glazed and she gasped as her date suddenly slid his hand roughly down inside the front of the dress. 'You like this!' he said to me, face contorted as he thoroughly enjoying his role. Squeezing left and right with extra vigor.
'Yes.....' I croaked dryly, unable to take my eyes away.
'Adam....' Barbara swallowed and took a step back. Jamal moved with her.
'You want her get fucked good too?' I nodded, breathless.
The aggression in Jamal had caught me by surprise. Likely that he had kept it under wraps throughout the meal. Barbara's coat and bag lay on the floor as I followed them both up the stairs. Her smooth white legs looking particularly firm on the tall heels as she led the way. Jamal felt her firm, round ass as she made her way ahead of him, his cock noticeably straining through his trousers and there was no doubt he was big.
We opened our bedroom door and went in. Our martial room is not unusual. A large king bed and polished wooden furniture including. Some framed pictures hanging on the walls and a French window. On my bedside table was a shot of us in a wedding photo, looking beautiful in her long white dress. Barbara turned to face Jamal with her back to the bed. There was apprehension in her face as she struggled with the emotions of this night. She gave a deep breath and took a step back. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he roughly began unfastening his pants, a dirty cruel smile on his face. 'Gonna fuck you now' he announced, taking hold of her shoulders. 'Proper African fuck!' As he did Barbara closed her eyes, hands clenched.
I watched with awe as he pulled the dress roughly down around her waist, tumbling to the floor at last and leaving her completely naked bar the jewelry and shoes.
Jamal grinned and looked at my slut wife's perfect breasts.
Her round nipples swelling under his touch. 'Watch this!' he said turning her to face me and gripping each of them in turn. 'You like that?' She stiffened, visibly shaken. 'You like that?' the bull repeated.
'Oh yes....' I nodded, my penis as hard as ever.
'You watch now' In a sudden urge Jamal pulled off his pants. Taking off his jacket, shirt and finally his underwear.
Barbara watched dutifully. Her arms by her side as his big black cock bounced free.
He was certainly hung and she seemed moved as he enjoyed the effect he had.
The shaft was particularly black and surprisingly long and straight with a circumcised, lighter colored head. In perfect contrast were the huge balls which hung between his legs. He was a bull after all. Looking at me again Barbara could easily sense the hostility in Jamal. Perhaps it unnerved her. I'd never seen my wife so transfixed.
Naked. She let her breath out slowly as Jamal's eyes rolled all over her white figure. His cock a dark and strong erection. By Barbara's reaction he could have anything he wanted. He laid her back on the bed, a stiffness in her legs as he opened them and exposed her sex.
She looked up towards our bedroom ceiling as Jamal got down on one knee. I watched as he pushed his mouth against her pussy, fastened into my chair. He decided to eat her before he gave her his black cock.
With a groan Barbara folded her arms across her chest, her new boyfriend in full flow, his head moving and his tongue licking deep.
Several times Barbara bucked trying to subdue gasps of pleasure. This was unlike what I had dreamed of. It was better!
I slipped back into my chair, eyes glued to the scene.
The black bull was ready to use my own wife to satisfy himself.
Leaning forward and planting his mouth over her breast. Barbara sighed as he sucked her nipple, rubbing the other roughly between his finger and thumb before gripping heavily with his hand.
Abruptly he stood and quickly parted her legs back.
'Gonna fuck you good!' he grinned his arms pressed in behind Barbara's knees; opening her up. His tip found her hole and with a strained push forced her open. Barbara grimaced on feeling his size, her tits rolling as he thrust forwards. She wasn't used to such a big cock.
The contrast of her pussy to his cock was terrific. I left my seat and stood behind them, eyes and heart willing that cock in. Knowing I wouldn't be happy till I saw it balls deep inside my wife's cunt.
Jamal pushed her legs wider, further back over her head. They hung in the air either side of him, the shapely calves taut and stiff with the high heels fastened on tight.
'Yeah!' he sighed as he squeezed in, the ring of her willing pussy spreading and accepting him. Slowly with maybe half his cock he began to fuck, pushing again and again until he began to slide between her lips. The bull had his spot now.
Barbara's mouth hung open as that big black cock set about owning her married pussy.
The thick veins ran down the underside of his shaft as he struggled to get it up her. His desire to insert himself fully taking over, the bull paused to quickly feel her breasts again, wiping the spittle from her hard nipple.
As he slowly, perfectly thrust in and out with almost three quarters of his length I willed in the last three inches. He was rougher with her than I ever was. I saw the tears well in her eyes and the strain in her face as he stretched her. Jamal was showing no mercy.
'Oh...Oh... ' Barbara gasped out, her hands suddenly grasping the bed. The wedding ring catching my eye. A second followed. Something had to give. It certainly wouldn't be Jamal. His big arms planted behind my wife legs, pinning them apart.
'Slap...slap...slap... ' his balls met her on each stroke. A welcome sound indeed. Using her deep in front of me. Her breasts smacking and rolling together under the pounding. Barbara was about to break. Then quite suddenly she closed her eyes tight and her lips fell open. She came. Her legs stiffening as she croaked several times. Jamal slowed his strokes to a stiff stroke. Making her hair and body jerk. For several moments she spasmed, her legs rigid as her first orgasm came through.
From the rear, Barbara's pussy and Jamal's cock were soaked in her juice. He continued fucking my wife in front on me, moving her into the middle of our bed and climbing on top. His face was keen but set with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure.
Barbara was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth. Eyes tightly closed as Jamal stretched and used her. He pulled out, laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wife's pussy with satisfaction.
I watched him twitching above my wife body. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Able to do whatever he wanted. With a fist around his girth our black bull squeezed against her body, Barbara wincing as she felt his sliding in. Up and up. Pushing her open and filling her.
'Oh yeah!' Jamal grinned as he repositioned his big arms behind my wife's knees. Her legs well spread, hanging in the air. Taut and stiff as he began to pound into her cunt once more.
Breathing heavily he turned to look at me. 'Your wife's a good fuck!' he said then turned his attention to Barbara who was being driven hard into the bed. With her teeth grit tight my wife's hand clasped the bed sheet.
Her groans where real yet dreamlike, body thrusting sideways as he laid in. A long sobbing cry as she came again. How long had I looked forward to this. The wet slap of heavy balls meeting my lovely Barbara again and again. Ready to pump that potent African seed up between her legs. He was firmly inside and enjoying it.
'You like that big black cock?' I asked, surprising myself as I had never spoken to Barbara that way before.
'Uhhnn!' her eyes where still closed tight. Her cheeks lightly tear stained. Jamal took over for me.
'Yeah...tell hubby' he gasped driving away. 'Tell him you like black cock!'
'Uhh...I...I... '.
'Tell him what you like!'.
'Black...cock...I love BLACK COCK! ' Barbara gasped as his balls continuing to slap furiously between her helpless legs.
'Give it to her' I felt myself say.
The sweat collecting on his forehead I watched his balls meet her several last times. Her pussy sounded so wet. Accepting the inevitable now.
Then in haste the Bull slid himself out, his dark meat slippery and wet with my wife's own cunt juice. Lurching forward the bull positioned himself quickly over her, the first spunk, creamy and white leapt from his end, splattering onto her tits and squirting as high as her neck. It caught me by surprise and I saw my wife sigh with relief. My eyes wide on the liquid mess covering her white breasts.
As last her eyes opened. Her chest rising and falling. I hoped her pussy would still be throbbing. In fact I knew it would be. Jamal uttered several words in his native language, admiring his work and jacking his cock. He went to the bathroom. Cock swinging before him as Barbara pushed herself to her elbows.
The smell of sweat, sex and cum was filling our bedroom. A wet patch between her legs on the sheet. The sperm, thick and wet, sliding and rolling over her skin. Glistening in the bedroom light. Still, her hair seemed perfect and much as she had left earlier, the lipstick pristine.
When the door opened and Jamal returned she collapsed onto her back. His cock was already hardening again. With surprising strength he turned my wife onto her knees, putting her ass up in he air and making a simple target of her molten pussy.
Barbara held her hands together on the bedside as pushed in almost effortlessly. Squeezing the last inches home and drawing a pained reaction. I walked around to the front of the bed. Kneeling by my wife's face and pushing back her hair, eyes closed she began groaning. Jamal put one foot on the bed. He had fucked Barbara hard but wanted to really pound her for the encore. Holding her tightly by he thighs he truly gave it to her. Her hands clamped on the bedside as she groaned called and cried out.
'Yeah...yeah...good fucking... ' Jamal's impatience was building. His cock ramming feverishly up into her belly. He had to hold her up to stop her falling to the soaked bed. From behind his balls met her body with an almighty 'thwack'. The power of him intoxicating. Pushing helplessly out with her legs one of Barbara's shoes went tumbling to the floor.
She spasmed again and reached orgasm, a croak erupting from her lips. Hair and body shaking and jerking forwards over the bed. His teeth bared. When he came Sandra collapsed forward and he on top, grunting and gasping and he pumped his sperm up into my wife's willing cunt.
'Damn...damn...oh yeah!' he gasped as she gasped in relief and pleasure. Sighing heavily he slowly tugged his cock out, satisfied he had left behind a thick and copious load. His dark length was soaked, his hard-on shrinking as this bull stood hands-on-hips. Barbara rolled tiredly onto her back and pushed back her hair.
'Oh Dean.....' She just looked up at the ceiling. He slid over the bed, a hand crawling over my wife's leg.
'Your first black cock bitch?' Jamal smiled.
'Yes....' Barbara's voice was cool and crisp as her new boyfriend brushing his fingers against her cunt. It was time for me to leave. To give my wife and her boyfriend the rest of the night to get acquainted. Closing the bedroom door, I slipped into the spare room. All my senses were alive with the thrill of the evening. Toying with my wedding ring I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of sex shortly resumed from the next room.
In the morning Jamal left. He was happy with his night work. A fact left on Barbara as she returned to bed until dinner. Before he left, full of enthusiasm, he said he would be 'back soon' to see her again.
Our African bull clearly hadn't taken his fill of Barbara. It was a compelling notion that now, as we had begun our new life there was indeed, no going back.
Barbara was quiet in her thoughts for much of the day. She went into town for herself and answered several of her new boyfriends eager text messages.
Part of me remained exhausted by the events of the previous night yet somehow hungry for more.
That night, Barbara admitted the sex had caught her completely by surprise. Not that it had occurred but that she had found it so stimulating and passionate. In the back of her mind was a guilt that she had done something inadvertently shallow and wrong. Yet there was a need to be with and see Jamal again. I was so very pleased.
My post on the Cuckold Forum brought familiar calls of congratulations.
A new white woman had succumbed to the black male and this was to be most applauded.
Barbara found it so very risky that we had invited this stranger to our home but that risk was partly to blame for her wet knickers beforehand.
That night she sat at my computer and wrote a long email to Jamal saying how much she had enjoyed their time together and how a regular relationship with him might just work.
She wanted him again.
She NEEDED him again.
She needed to be fucked by him again....and again....
She wanted and needed to feel his big black cock, pounding away in her cunt again...and again....
Our bull was confident in himself and this would no doubt stir his ego no end.
She wanted and needed to be used by more black men, to become a white slut and whore for big black cocks!
We were embarking on a bold, new era and this was just the beginning.
With all this in mind I'm pleased to announce that my wife now joins the ranks of hot wives who have slept with other men. Her 'Bull' Jamal, a true African native of Liberia I might add, has been bedding her regularly for the last six months.
The interracial cuckold scene had interested me greatly for years. Our own secret life had been building slowly for some time but really gained momentum in December and January of last year. My fantasies were becoming more vivid yet up until Jamal, Barbara had never been unfaithful to me and was quite simply a devoted wife. I'd known from the start that sleeping with another man would not at first appeal to her sensibilities and that I would have to work hard to persuade her. Although we had talked about it in bed and enjoyed the resulting sexual thrills she never pictured herself undertaking anything real.
It's fair to say that once content with my fantasy, I would never have dreamed we would find ourselves in the situation we now are. For my part these recent times have brought out all kind of emotions; jealousy, fear, joy, anger and even at times: resentment. All in the knowledge that I have encouraged my once loyal wife to go out on dates with a black man whom I know gives her a far better seeing too than I ever could.
Standing a little over 5' she is a stylish blond with obvious taste. Her features are distinct, classic and crisp with penetrating blue eyes, flawless white skin and hair that usually falls just above her shoulders. Sandra Barbara always enjoys being well manicured and presented with frequent visits to the salon in town.
You might have guessed already that I am the type of husband who always enjoyed having other men look at his wife. Be she in a bathing costume or cocktail dress Barbara always catches the eye. Even before we began our lifestyle I always knew she had the body it took to be a slut wife. A desirable figure is always first on the list. Not that she was an extrovert or exhibitionist, more quietly confident as they say. I know I should be grateful that she is now so willing to please me. Sometimes a husband just knows.
As is often the case, it began low-key. Whenever we went out together I would encourage her to dress provocatively. I loved seeing Barbara in a short skirt and high heels or showing off her 38DD cleavage. In the beginning she was often unwilling to go quite as far as I would have liked. Having her magnificent tits on display at the dinner table was more my cup-of-tea than hers as I would enjoy having other men take note. The wedding band on her finger was a serious tie for her. I provided well too I might add.
The black cock is harder than ever for established white, cultured ladies.
One night I was on an internet chat-room that was designed for cuckolds and black men seeking white women. I'd read letters and stories. Now I knew my wife would go to bed with another man for me the notion was to find a suitable male as quickly as possible. Somehow I knew I'd have no problem finding a horny stud to take Barbara's married pussy.
Cuckold type relationships were real and out there and as I chatted with several other husbands I felt my need grow. One husband was very helpful indeed and offered to introduce me to a regular black 'Alpha' male who he said was a regular on the site.
His name-tag was RealAfricanMan4U. The name said it all and after some brief pleasantries he told me his real name was Jamal. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanor appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Barbara was unmistakable and like me Jamal saw a rare opportunity.
He bragged early that he had experience, including a single, white woman in London he'd been fucking for several months. When he asked me what my interest was I didn't lie. I was looking for a black Bull to fuck my wife. It was the reason I was there. Maybe I hadn't realized it fully until then but he had. We chatted some more. Traveling for him wasn't an issue, especially if he got to meet a woman who was 'worth it'. He asked if my wife had been 'blacked' before and that I send him some photos.
Excitedly I uploaded a few to my email included several from a recent civil engagement in town and clicked 'send'. Jamal liked what he saw and immediately asked for more. Adding that Barbara was far more attractive than his own wife back home in Liberia. His final admission was forthright and gave me palpitations. His email simply read.
'Enjoyed pix very much. Would love to fuck your lady wife for you'. The words hung with me. I even posted an introduction on a Cuckold forum. Detailing how I was in the process of introducing my wife to a potential bull. The response was terrific. People from all over offered support.
Of course my mailbox had messages from other black men who, aware of new white pussy wanted more information with a view to meeting Barbara themselves. Several said that they already saw several couples and were looking for new sluts to fuck.
Of course I still hadn't told Sandra of my progress or of the number of people who now wanted to know how far she would go on their first 'meet'. After a month I told her about Jamal. I'd heard from him several times by then were on each occasion his excitement at potentially fucking a white woman was obvious. Another photo he sent was evidence that he had a good figure. Muscular which I knew Barbara was certainly attracted to. In turn I sent him more pictures of Barbara. It turned me on. I was sharing my family with a stranger and it made me excited.
Jamal added that he had printed out the bikini picture I had sent and had it stood next to his computer. His comments always drove me on. That he had over nine inches of hard African cock and could satisfy Barbara in ways I never could. On another he said how lucky and undeserving I was to have such a great wife and mother and how much he would enjoy fucking her in front of me. It seemed he understood everything.
To be honest I wondered what she would have thought of much of it and to make breaking the news easier I took her out for dinner. The idea I would see her with another man for the first time becoming a true reality. Still, she seemed unsure as I told her everything in detail. She looked as if she hadn't expected me to find her a black man. A 'Bull' and when I said the term out loud I saw concern all over her face. Just what was I getting us into.
Barbara looked stunning that night. By the end of the evening she had agreed as long as we kept it secret and discreet. By now there was no going back. I had read couples arranged a social drink with a new Bull first. A period where the three people could get to know each other. Somehow that didn't seem to be the best course of action here though having Barbara and Jamal sleep together on their first date was more than I dared hope. I called our new bull that very night and offered him the chance to meet; and perhaps bed Barbara that weekend.
Giving him the good news in the kitchen as my wife changed upstairs. His voice was full on the phone and accented. Hearing him excited me and almost speechless I asked if he could take her out beforehand. He agreed, promising to have her back 'early' and we arranged a time when he could pick her up.
I was in no doubt of the marital significance of what was about to happen. The moral issue was perhaps the most difficult for Barbara. She had never cheated and now here I was asking her too. Could she really have sex with a man she didn't know? Was I asking too much of her?
Saturday evening arrived and I was beside myself with anticipation. Everything had to go smoothly and I had a very vivid picture by then of introducing my wife and her new boyfriend for the first time. In the afternoon I picked up a brand new, silky, red cocktail dress that I had ordered and some clear high heels. The girl in the shop asked me if I was planning a surprise for my partner. If she only knew.
The anticipation I felt was mixed with a sense of daring. I knew full well the risk I was taking. Not only sending my wife out with a total stranger but upping the chances that someone might see them together. The dress had caught my eye, suitably expensive and classy yet revealing as well. Barbara unpacked the box and held the thin dress against herself in the bedroom mirror. I could see her having second thoughts. She didn't want another man and was worried for our family and our own long term relationship.
'Dean...do you really want me to do this?' I remained silent and to her credit Barbara already knew. She turned back to the mirror and began to change.
The doorbell rang at 7.30 sharp, echoing through the hall. It was dark outside by then and I opened the door. I was confronted on the step by the man in the pictures; tall, broad shouldered with high cheek bones, a square chin and a row of neat white teeth. He wore a dark blue jacket and trousers with polished shoes. Having certainly made the effort Jamal put out a large hand which I shook then advanced past me into the hall. His smile remained constant as he looked around and I could detect a similar eagerness in his body language.
'Mmm ... nice house' his accent surprisingly thick and his tone loud and confident. He folded his arms and nodded to himself. 'Your lady upstairs?'
'Just getting ready' I smiled trying to conceal the erection I was already maintaining in my pants. Jamal had dark skin which showed traces of manual work outside in the unforgiving African sun.
His hand, which had felt rough and hard soon to be between my wife's legs.
I knew this was an enormous commitment for her, asking her to swallow her pride for an evenings fun.
Leaving Jamal waiting I went up to find her sitting at the dresser, her back to me, wearing the dress and the shoes. The room was rich with expensive perfume I was pleased to see she was wearing her favorite diamond earring and necklace set. The black bull downstairs would definitely enjoy fucking her wearing that.
'He's here' I said and as I spoke she stood and took her black velvet coat from the wardrobe. Barbara's body looked magnificent in the dress. As good as I had ever seen her it hung perfectly on her shoulders and revealed the lovely shape of her legs beneath. Her crisp face, ruby lips and sparkling eyes had a different look. She was too good for this and my erection began to grow again. Sweat on my palms. The outfit looked perfect against her lush, white skin. Dressed for black cock.
'I'm ready'
From behind I could not see the look on my wife's face as she descended the stairs to greet her 'date' for the first time. However, Jamal's lips spread into a huge grin as he followed the beautiful, white woman downstairs with his eyes. There was a glint in his gaze and an obvious twitch in his pants. How alien the whole situation must have felt to my dear wife. Barbara put out her hand which he took, full in the knowledge that she would likely be spending the night with this man later.
'I'm Jamal' he said touching his chest, his voice composed but pausing mid sentence to find his words. He liked her. Maybe he saw full well how the elegant western lady wasn't yet the slut he had expected and that excited him.
'Pleased to meet you Jamal. My name's Barbara....I'm Dean's wife' she replied in a confident tone I had not expected. 'Dean's told me so much about you'. Sandra was playing her usual hostess role. I was so excited but I took a back step, enjoying the sight of them together. The bulls gaze ran down her figure, lingering on her chest.
'Very ... beautiful' he added nodding happily with his pronunciation. 'A very pretty queen'.
'Why thank you'. Barbara smiled politely but her evening only just about to begin.
The two of them chatted politely for several minutes.
'Maybe the two of you should get going?' I said at last, my voice dry. Jamal raised a hand and grinned, running his tongue around his big lips. His manners of before over with. Right then I realized that he was here to do things his way. He stared down at her tits.
'Such a beautiful body.... before we go out I want you ... go take off'. He motioned with his hands and I knew at once he wanted her to dispense with her bra. Smiling I explained this discreetly to my wife who blushed. She stood statuesque on the bull's demand, his actions making my cock throb.
'Alright Jamal'. Barbara turned and began up the stairs. She wasn't used to being spoken to like that. Maybe she realized that this man was going to treat her far differently than any man had before. We both watched her go. My wife's ass moving neatly in the hot, tight dress. Jamal stood hands in his jacket pockets. Throwing me a look that suggested he was impressed with her effort.
So far everything had been better than I'd dare hope.
'I need money'. I had expected that and had some on hand. Jamal slipped the notes into his wallet and nodded.
'Take her wherever she wants'
'I fuck her later?'.
'If you play your cards right'. Minutes later my wife returned and I could see a glazed, uncomfortable look in her face. Her breasts moving explicitly, rolling inside the silky thin dress. Her blue eyes averted both of us as she reached for her coat, handbag clasped tightly to her side. Shame in her face as we hungrily examined her.
'Better....' grinned Jamal, nodding and fully enjoying my wife's tits, the shape of her round, erect nipples pushing through the silk. I opened the door. The bull standing back and letting Barbara through first. It was a cold night. 'I have her back real soon' he said unable to contain how much he was looking forward to it. Jamal opening his car door for her then walking around the other side to get in himself. As he drove off I felt an excitement I'd never had before.
All evening I paced around the house. Seemingly looking at the clock every five minutes.
My wife was with a black man.
My wife was on a date.
My wife was going to get blacked tonight.
How it dragged. I wanted to know what was happening. Where they where and what was said. I poured myself a drink to calm my nerves. The desire with the hope that Jamal would soon be very much a part of our family life. It left me gasping in essence of what we were doing.
What had I encouraged my special wife to do? When two hours had passed I knew they would be well into the date. Where had he taken her? Was she enjoying it? I expected she would have him take her quite a distance, perhaps were she wouldn't be recognized. Another hour ticked by.
I went to the Cuckold forum, adding a post that my wife was on her first date. Congratulations where among the replies as well as questions as to what Barbara was wearing. Where were they I asked myself?
11:30 already. I nearly spilt my drink when I finally heard the car swing into the drive and voices on the path. It was time and my heart pounded like no tomorrow. As quickly as I could I switched off the lights in the lounge and went through to the hall. Barbara and Jamal were on the other side of the glass, my wife struggling with the key.
To my surprise I heard laughter and the door opened with a sudden cold gust. They both looked as if she had expected me to be there; waiting. Contrary to the polite yet stern way Barbara had left there was now a smile upon her face, her eyes slightly glazed after one too many glasses of white wine.
A calmer glint let me know right away that contrary to her feelings beforehand she had actually enjoyed her evening. Knowing how my wife likes to be treated I could only assume Jamal had been a total gentleman. That was about to change.
'Hello, Dean' she said, slipping off the coat, noticeably more merry than drunk though undoubtedly relaxed by the alcohol in her body. Noticing my gaze Jamal slipped a heavy arm around her waist and moved her towards him.
'How was your date? Your new boyfriend take care of you?' Barbara turned and looked up at Jamal. There was a confidence in his face too.
'Oh yes' my wife smiled, her arm around his strong waist. 'He's a real gentleman'.
As I watched she tilted her head suggestively. Jamal lowered his and their lips met. I was amazed but the way they embraced suggested this was not their first kiss of the night.
Barbara turned into him, even surprising the big alpha male as she slid her arms up around his neck. Then almost immediately there was a pause. A sudden realization or moment of truth. She turned back to me, about to speak. Her beautiful eyes giving up how much she wanted to stay faithful.
'Come here' he said, pulling her to him. His voice showed no wavering. He was sober and composed and I guessed he was very horny. Particularly after tasting her lips. 'Such fine white lady'. Jamal hissed the last words, his tongue sliding over his big, thick lips.
Barbara looked up at the taller man in fond recognition but her face changed as he gently put his hand on her chest. She glanced down at the floor, this strong bull's hand moving between her tits in eager enthusiasm. Lifting and feeling each. Made easier without her bra. His dark skin was offset perfect against hers. Fingers thick and worn.
'Yeah! That's a good bitch' he gasped followed by several in his native tongue. I could see his impatience and the long stiffening bulge growing in his trousers. He was changing, becoming dominant. Barbara's eyes were still glazed and she gasped as her date suddenly slid his hand roughly down inside the front of the dress. 'You like this!' he said to me, face contorted as he thoroughly enjoying his role. Squeezing left and right with extra vigor.
'Yes.....' I croaked dryly, unable to take my eyes away.
'Adam....' Barbara swallowed and took a step back. Jamal moved with her.
'You want her get fucked good too?' I nodded, breathless.
The aggression in Jamal had caught me by surprise. Likely that he had kept it under wraps throughout the meal. Barbara's coat and bag lay on the floor as I followed them both up the stairs. Her smooth white legs looking particularly firm on the tall heels as she led the way. Jamal felt her firm, round ass as she made her way ahead of him, his cock noticeably straining through his trousers and there was no doubt he was big.
We opened our bedroom door and went in. Our martial room is not unusual. A large king bed and polished wooden furniture including. Some framed pictures hanging on the walls and a French window. On my bedside table was a shot of us in a wedding photo, looking beautiful in her long white dress. Barbara turned to face Jamal with her back to the bed. There was apprehension in her face as she struggled with the emotions of this night. She gave a deep breath and took a step back. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he roughly began unfastening his pants, a dirty cruel smile on his face. 'Gonna fuck you now' he announced, taking hold of her shoulders. 'Proper African fuck!' As he did Barbara closed her eyes, hands clenched.
I watched with awe as he pulled the dress roughly down around her waist, tumbling to the floor at last and leaving her completely naked bar the jewelry and shoes.
Jamal grinned and looked at my slut wife's perfect breasts.
Her round nipples swelling under his touch. 'Watch this!' he said turning her to face me and gripping each of them in turn. 'You like that?' She stiffened, visibly shaken. 'You like that?' the bull repeated.
'Oh yes....' I nodded, my penis as hard as ever.
'You watch now' In a sudden urge Jamal pulled off his pants. Taking off his jacket, shirt and finally his underwear.
Barbara watched dutifully. Her arms by her side as his big black cock bounced free.
He was certainly hung and she seemed moved as he enjoyed the effect he had.
The shaft was particularly black and surprisingly long and straight with a circumcised, lighter colored head. In perfect contrast were the huge balls which hung between his legs. He was a bull after all. Looking at me again Barbara could easily sense the hostility in Jamal. Perhaps it unnerved her. I'd never seen my wife so transfixed.
Naked. She let her breath out slowly as Jamal's eyes rolled all over her white figure. His cock a dark and strong erection. By Barbara's reaction he could have anything he wanted. He laid her back on the bed, a stiffness in her legs as he opened them and exposed her sex.
She looked up towards our bedroom ceiling as Jamal got down on one knee. I watched as he pushed his mouth against her pussy, fastened into my chair. He decided to eat her before he gave her his black cock.
With a groan Barbara folded her arms across her chest, her new boyfriend in full flow, his head moving and his tongue licking deep.
Several times Barbara bucked trying to subdue gasps of pleasure. This was unlike what I had dreamed of. It was better!
I slipped back into my chair, eyes glued to the scene.
The black bull was ready to use my own wife to satisfy himself.
Leaning forward and planting his mouth over her breast. Barbara sighed as he sucked her nipple, rubbing the other roughly between his finger and thumb before gripping heavily with his hand.
Abruptly he stood and quickly parted her legs back.
'Gonna fuck you good!' he grinned his arms pressed in behind Barbara's knees; opening her up. His tip found her hole and with a strained push forced her open. Barbara grimaced on feeling his size, her tits rolling as he thrust forwards. She wasn't used to such a big cock.
The contrast of her pussy to his cock was terrific. I left my seat and stood behind them, eyes and heart willing that cock in. Knowing I wouldn't be happy till I saw it balls deep inside my wife's cunt.
Jamal pushed her legs wider, further back over her head. They hung in the air either side of him, the shapely calves taut and stiff with the high heels fastened on tight.
'Yeah!' he sighed as he squeezed in, the ring of her willing pussy spreading and accepting him. Slowly with maybe half his cock he began to fuck, pushing again and again until he began to slide between her lips. The bull had his spot now.
Barbara's mouth hung open as that big black cock set about owning her married pussy.
The thick veins ran down the underside of his shaft as he struggled to get it up her. His desire to insert himself fully taking over, the bull paused to quickly feel her breasts again, wiping the spittle from her hard nipple.
As he slowly, perfectly thrust in and out with almost three quarters of his length I willed in the last three inches. He was rougher with her than I ever was. I saw the tears well in her eyes and the strain in her face as he stretched her. Jamal was showing no mercy.
'Oh...Oh... ' Barbara gasped out, her hands suddenly grasping the bed. The wedding ring catching my eye. A second followed. Something had to give. It certainly wouldn't be Jamal. His big arms planted behind my wife legs, pinning them apart.
'Slap...slap...slap... ' his balls met her on each stroke. A welcome sound indeed. Using her deep in front of me. Her breasts smacking and rolling together under the pounding. Barbara was about to break. Then quite suddenly she closed her eyes tight and her lips fell open. She came. Her legs stiffening as she croaked several times. Jamal slowed his strokes to a stiff stroke. Making her hair and body jerk. For several moments she spasmed, her legs rigid as her first orgasm came through.
From the rear, Barbara's pussy and Jamal's cock were soaked in her juice. He continued fucking my wife in front on me, moving her into the middle of our bed and climbing on top. His face was keen but set with a fixed grin that revealed his satisfaction and pleasure.
Barbara was pained, her face pale, foreboding but the pleasure on her face was quite obvious. Frequent and helpless groans spilling from her mouth. Eyes tightly closed as Jamal stretched and used her. He pulled out, laughing, rubbing his cock and eyeing my wife's pussy with satisfaction.
I watched him twitching above my wife body. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Able to do whatever he wanted. With a fist around his girth our black bull squeezed against her body, Barbara wincing as she felt his sliding in. Up and up. Pushing her open and filling her.
'Oh yeah!' Jamal grinned as he repositioned his big arms behind my wife's knees. Her legs well spread, hanging in the air. Taut and stiff as he began to pound into her cunt once more.
Breathing heavily he turned to look at me. 'Your wife's a good fuck!' he said then turned his attention to Barbara who was being driven hard into the bed. With her teeth grit tight my wife's hand clasped the bed sheet.
Her groans where real yet dreamlike, body thrusting sideways as he laid in. A long sobbing cry as she came again. How long had I looked forward to this. The wet slap of heavy balls meeting my lovely Barbara again and again. Ready to pump that potent African seed up between her legs. He was firmly inside and enjoying it.
'You like that big black cock?' I asked, surprising myself as I had never spoken to Barbara that way before.
'Uhhnn!' her eyes where still closed tight. Her cheeks lightly tear stained. Jamal took over for me.
'Yeah...tell hubby' he gasped driving away. 'Tell him you like black cock!'
'Uhh...I...I... '.
'Tell him what you like!'.
'Black...cock...I love BLACK COCK! ' Barbara gasped as his balls continuing to slap furiously between her helpless legs.
'Give it to her' I felt myself say.
The sweat collecting on his forehead I watched his balls meet her several last times. Her pussy sounded so wet. Accepting the inevitable now.
Then in haste the Bull slid himself out, his dark meat slippery and wet with my wife's own cunt juice. Lurching forward the bull positioned himself quickly over her, the first spunk, creamy and white leapt from his end, splattering onto her tits and squirting as high as her neck. It caught me by surprise and I saw my wife sigh with relief. My eyes wide on the liquid mess covering her white breasts.
As last her eyes opened. Her chest rising and falling. I hoped her pussy would still be throbbing. In fact I knew it would be. Jamal uttered several words in his native language, admiring his work and jacking his cock. He went to the bathroom. Cock swinging before him as Barbara pushed herself to her elbows.
The smell of sweat, sex and cum was filling our bedroom. A wet patch between her legs on the sheet. The sperm, thick and wet, sliding and rolling over her skin. Glistening in the bedroom light. Still, her hair seemed perfect and much as she had left earlier, the lipstick pristine.
When the door opened and Jamal returned she collapsed onto her back. His cock was already hardening again. With surprising strength he turned my wife onto her knees, putting her ass up in he air and making a simple target of her molten pussy.
Barbara held her hands together on the bedside as pushed in almost effortlessly. Squeezing the last inches home and drawing a pained reaction. I walked around to the front of the bed. Kneeling by my wife's face and pushing back her hair, eyes closed she began groaning. Jamal put one foot on the bed. He had fucked Barbara hard but wanted to really pound her for the encore. Holding her tightly by he thighs he truly gave it to her. Her hands clamped on the bedside as she groaned called and cried out.
'Yeah...yeah...good fucking... ' Jamal's impatience was building. His cock ramming feverishly up into her belly. He had to hold her up to stop her falling to the soaked bed. From behind his balls met her body with an almighty 'thwack'. The power of him intoxicating. Pushing helplessly out with her legs one of Barbara's shoes went tumbling to the floor.
She spasmed again and reached orgasm, a croak erupting from her lips. Hair and body shaking and jerking forwards over the bed. His teeth bared. When he came Sandra collapsed forward and he on top, grunting and gasping and he pumped his sperm up into my wife's willing cunt.
'Damn...damn...oh yeah!' he gasped as she gasped in relief and pleasure. Sighing heavily he slowly tugged his cock out, satisfied he had left behind a thick and copious load. His dark length was soaked, his hard-on shrinking as this bull stood hands-on-hips. Barbara rolled tiredly onto her back and pushed back her hair.
'Oh Dean.....' She just looked up at the ceiling. He slid over the bed, a hand crawling over my wife's leg.
'Your first black cock bitch?' Jamal smiled.
'Yes....' Barbara's voice was cool and crisp as her new boyfriend brushing his fingers against her cunt. It was time for me to leave. To give my wife and her boyfriend the rest of the night to get acquainted. Closing the bedroom door, I slipped into the spare room. All my senses were alive with the thrill of the evening. Toying with my wedding ring I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of sex shortly resumed from the next room.
In the morning Jamal left. He was happy with his night work. A fact left on Barbara as she returned to bed until dinner. Before he left, full of enthusiasm, he said he would be 'back soon' to see her again.
Our African bull clearly hadn't taken his fill of Barbara. It was a compelling notion that now, as we had begun our new life there was indeed, no going back.
Barbara was quiet in her thoughts for much of the day. She went into town for herself and answered several of her new boyfriends eager text messages.
Part of me remained exhausted by the events of the previous night yet somehow hungry for more.
That night, Barbara admitted the sex had caught her completely by surprise. Not that it had occurred but that she had found it so stimulating and passionate. In the back of her mind was a guilt that she had done something inadvertently shallow and wrong. Yet there was a need to be with and see Jamal again. I was so very pleased.
My post on the Cuckold Forum brought familiar calls of congratulations.
A new white woman had succumbed to the black male and this was to be most applauded.
Barbara found it so very risky that we had invited this stranger to our home but that risk was partly to blame for her wet knickers beforehand.
That night she sat at my computer and wrote a long email to Jamal saying how much she had enjoyed their time together and how a regular relationship with him might just work.
She wanted him again.
She NEEDED him again.
She needed to be fucked by him again....and again....
She wanted and needed to feel his big black cock, pounding away in her cunt again...and again....
Our bull was confident in himself and this would no doubt stir his ego no end.
She wanted and needed to be used by more black men, to become a white slut and whore for big black cocks!
We were embarking on a bold, new era and this was just the beginning.
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