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SORRY, OUT OF ORDER Chapter 3 Her mouth dropped in nervous astonishment. Meanwhile Jack immediately realized his lime-sized description of Ced's testicles was a significant underestimation. Just as that thought crossed his mind, Kendra's awestruck voice sounded. "Jesus Jack...it's...it's so much bigger than you...uh...described. I don't know if I can do this..." Before her husband could respond, Brown's deep voice assuaged. "Oh you can do it alright baby. Trust me, it might look dangerous, but it won't bite...well...uh...it might," He laughed. "But I guarantee you're gonna love the venom one way or another honey. Reach out and capture that thick snake!" The older pitcher watched as both of his wife's demure hands gripped the limp shaft, one atop the other. She lifted the plumb-sized head and slowly stroked—neither set of fingers encircling its thickness even in its flaccid condition. "That's it baby, nice and slow while you get acquainted. Them soft little hands feel real nice. Keep doing that and you'll wake this horny fucker right up! JD, how bout you rub some of that pussy juice on them pretty nipples so I get a tasty treat when I suck on em'!" The pitcher followed orders and soon both of his wife's stiff nipples were slick the combined wetness of the tanning oil and her dripping sex. He could barely breathe himself as his unimaginable fantasy was suddenly coming to life right in front of him. He watched as the viscous fluid spilled between her fingers as she slowly stroked up and down the extraordinary shaft—her oil-slick wedding rings sparkling brightly against the rutted obsidian backdrop. "Oh god babe, I can feel him getting harder, it's stretching my fingers out..." Kendra announced breathlessly. "Shit hun, look at that big drop forming at the tip..." Jack Daly's fascination clearly evident in his response. The pitcher watched as his wife's lips moved tantalizingly close to his young teammate's big black cock. She held it there and maintained her long slow hand action as the already robust pre-cum dollop expanded to nearly the size of a marble—gravity ensuring that it would drip from the long slit at any moment. Kendra's excitement combined with the tweaking of her engorged nipples caused small whimpers to escape her lips as her core expanded and deflated in anticipation. She licked her lips and stroked one final time before extending her tongue, catching the viscous discharge just as it separated from its ever-churning place of origin and splattering thickly on her waiting tongue. "Mmmmm....mmmm..." both men heard as she slipped it inside and savored its goodness. After swallowing, Kendra Daly kissed around the engorged head—she started off hesitantly but it didn't take long before she licked the expanding knob like her favorite flavored lollipop. Her husband watched as his naked wife stroked his teammate's soda-can thick pole with both hands before finally taking the saliva covered head between her stretched lips. The young outfielder's head fell backwards as a satisfied groan escaped his mouth. "Uhn yeah baby...suck that big fuckin' thing!" Her cheeks bulged as her small mouth filled with black cock. Brown pulled her head slowly forward allowing the thick band to sink inside her stretched lips. The knob filled her mouth completely. Jack Daly could hear guttural sounds emanating from his wife's throat as she tried her best to take more inside. "I'll teach you how to take it down baby, but right now, use that tongue...yeah...uh huh...just like that...right there on the underside! Tastes good don't it?" Kendra Daly grunted as she nodded in agreement, mouth still stuffed to capacity. The relief pitched yanked on his own swim trunks, awkwardly trying to pull them down even while sitting behind his wife on the lounge chair. From her knees, her heart shaped ass rolled enticingly as she slutishly slobbered all over Brown's magnificent cock. Jack Daly was finally able to gain release from his shorts. "Kendra, let me slide my legs under you. I want you to ride me while you suck him off!" He practically shouted, still trying to reconcile the size difference between his young teammate's black meat and his own six inch penis. Kendra wasn't much help as she was preoccupied trying to recapture the fleshy knob back into her mouth—it was currently being manipulated by its teasing owner who was smearing their combined juices around her pretty face with it. "Honey, slide down onto my cock!" Her husband pleaded, preoccupied himself watching his wife's long wet tongue chasing around the elusive black snake. "Huh..." Kendra finally answered distractedly, barely aware that her husband had slid beneath her. "Oh...umm...I didn't know you were under...yeah okay...hold it up honey." Moments later his wife's dripping pussy enveloped his penis and easily slid down to the base. "Fuck babe, that feels amazing, you're soaked!" Daly cheered, drawing little reaction from his wife. Moments later she turned over her shoulder while frantically stroking Ced Brown's meat. "Honey, look how big it is now that he's fully hard!" Her husband ignored the slight, knowing full well his diverted wife was in a different place. Instead he took the opportunity to encourage her to relish the moment. "I told you babe. I know how badly you wanted him in your mouth. Suck him till he cums!" She hurriedly took Brown back between her stretched lips while she unconsciously bounced up and down on her husband's cock. Ced Brown watched the married couple experience what he now realized would be a new sexual dimension for him. Having sex with another man's wife while the cuckold husband watched or participated was a source of arousal unlike anything he had considered—and he knew now it was a kink he would seek out a lot more often. Experiencing a married cockrocket like Kendra Daly ravenously sucking his cock while her husband watched was just too good to believe—he could only imagine how the Daly's would respond when he pounded the shit out of her married pussy. Well...the black man already knew how Kendra Daly would respond... The fact that she'd barely noticed when her husband positioned himself beneath confirmed for Ced what he expected going into this—it really didn't matter if his teammate was a bystander, cheerleader or active participant, the hot wife would be focused on one thing...his big black cock! With one hand gripped behind her head, he fucked her warm mouth in a synchronized rhythm with her body undulations. He could already tell this sexy bitch had some untapped cock-sucking potential that he now fully planned on developing. "Mmmm baby that's better...you love sucking that big cock don't you?" She pulled it from her lips leaving a long sticky saliva stream between the massive head and her mouth. She stroked it frantically and nodded enthusiastically. "I've never been more excited giving head, you taste wonderful!" "Yeah? Well there's a lot more where that pre-shit came from—I'm fixin to get my nut! Are you ready for the main course?" Jack Daly watched as his wife's thick blonde coif flew wildly as she eagerly confirmed her black lover's question. "God yes Ced, I want to see it erupt! I want to taste it. I want it all over my face and my boobs!" "Oh don't worry baby, there'll be plenty to give both a good hot bath! Stroke it fast like that while you tongue the tip!" Brown ordered. "Yeah...uh huh, it won't be long now!" Kendra Daly bounced wildly on her husband's cock as she stroked the dark black organ like she was trying to set it on fire. Meanwhile her tongue wiggled frantically all around the already engorged head that was swelling more noticeably with each passing second. "Oh fuck...yeah baby...here it comes...YEAH FUCK...OH FUCK YEAH! Brown grunted just before his rigid cock bucked and the first blast launched straight up in the air, almost hitting the underside of table umbrella before raining down in Kendra's hair and on Jack Daly's torso. Brown took hold of the suddenly uncontrollable fire-hose and haphazardly pasted several hot streams across the beautiful wife's face and extended tongue before pressing it downward and splashing her bounding tits with the remainder of his incomprehensible output. Jack's own load spurted into his wife's sodden pussy as he witnessed Ced Brown's eruption. When he finally caught his breath and with his teammate's cum splattered on his own stomach, the pitcher stared in disbelief at the volume of seed now coating his wife's face and heaving chest. The pitcher was even more amazed when his previously conservative wife took Ced Brown's heavy cock back in her mouth and cleaned the messy remnants. In spite of the scintillating scene, Jack Daly could already feel his penis softening inside his wife's slippery pussy. He watched breathlessly as his still horny wife licked up and down his teammate's long shaft. It didn't appear that Brown's cock had deflated in the least. His thoughts were interrupted by Cedric Brown's deep voice. "JD, you gonna give that pussy another shot?" "Uh...um...I'm...uh...not really ready at the moment..." "Hey you don't mind if I trade you spots? I don't think your pretty wife has...uh...how should I say it...seen the light yet! I got the torch she needs to find her way!" "Yeah..uh...sure...like now?" "I'm good to go and I doubt your wife will ever be more ready JD!" Brown answered as he watched Kendra Daly slutishly slurping up juices from his cock. Jack's limp dick slipped from his wife's pussy as she finally rose to her feet with Brown's assistance. She hadn't yet let go of his dick and now used it as a balancing mechanism as she stood on wobbly legs. It wasn't until she turned that her husband witnessed the full extent of the cum shower Ced Brown's huge balls had given her. Her left tit was completely enveloped in his thick semen and the other wasn't far behind. Two long spurts streaked down her face. The first started above her hairline and bisected the length of her face down to her chin. The other ran from her eyebrow to an area along her jawline, painting shut her eyelid in the process. Jack couldn't remember ever seeing his wife's pristine facial skin look messier and more unkempt in all the years they'd been together. "Honey, can you get me a towel," she asked, a distant tone in her voice as her eyes remained focused on the big black cock in her hand. "Sure babe, I'll be right back," Jack answered as he glanced down and noticed Kendra still gripping Ced. In his mind, it looked as if she didn't want to let it go for fear she might not get it back. As Jack shuffled towards the house he glanced back to see Brown moving onto the lounger—taking up the same position he had previously occupied. His naked, cum-covered wife still hadn't let go of his teammate's big black cock. Jack quickly located a couple of work towels in the laundry room and hurried back outside. To his amazement, Kendra still held Ced Brown's rock hard shaft, but now her grip was serving a specific purpose. She was using it to steady his rigid dick as her tight pussy engulfed the immeasurable dome. Daly could see a stretched rubber rolled about two-thirds of the way down his long shaft. He wondered where the condom had come from and how the two of them had gotten it on so quickly given Brown's size—but nevertheless, he was relieved that he wore one. As he approached, his pretty wife's grunts and moans attested to the stretching she was experiencing. "Ohhh...unh...uhn...so effing big...jeez...yeah..." Daly moved close enough to see every splattered detail of the semen still covering her face. As her head fell backwards and her mouth opened in another breathy gasp, he wiped a good portion of the sticky mess from her lust-filled face. She barely noticed as her tightly closed eyes and erratic breathing confirmed her mind was clearly focused elsewhere. Jack moved the towel towards her cum-covered breasts, but before he reached, Ced Brown's deep voice boomed. "Nah...leave that shit there JD, let your wife rub my love lotion around them big titties—I wanna see my seed oiling them things up real nice!" Jack Daly eyed his teammate incredulously. He was quickly reminded this wasn't Ced's first rodeo. The young black stud had clearly been down this path before and it was apparent he knew what he liked. The only difference in this situation was it was now his wife and not one of his barfly one-night groupies who was the recipient of Brown's directions. The captivated husband slid quietly into a nearby chair and watched. Kendra's stretched pussy was now impaled about halfway onto the onyx club extending from between Cedric Brown's muscled legs. Her head was thrown back causing her long blonde hair to spill across his thighs as indistinguishable pleasure sounds escaped her open mouth. Both men watched as her small hands went to her intoxicating breasts and began massaging Brown's viscous cream into the soft skin. Within seconds her fingers were completely engrossed in the thick milky substance. Jack Daly thought it was one of the most erotic images he'd ever witnessed. "There you go baby, coat them nice titties while your tight little pussy coats my dick. We need to get this hungry snake nice and deep before you cum all over it!" "Nice and deep?" Daly thought to himself. "He's already submerged further than I could ever hope and I can still see three or four inches sticking out!" "Oh Ced, I don't know if I can take anymore, you're so big!" Kendra whined, eyes still languidly gazing up towards the bright blue Northern California sky. "Baby, your tight little pussy was made for stretching. Trust me there are places deep in there just waiting to experience what black bull-cock feels like. You ain't felt nothing yet!" Brown challenged as he gripped her hips and pulled down another inch. "Oh god Ced...yeah...oomph...ohhh...fuck..." She practically screamed. "Feel good don't it?" "Ohmygod YESSSS! Oh Jeez it's so big...yeah...I love it! But pleeeeaassee go slow!" "Enjoy it at your pace baby...ride it till your tight little slit can handle some more! Roll them hips—trust me, your married pussy won't be able to get enough of that shit in no time!" "Ohhhh...you're so right Cedric! It's so deep, I can't believe it! It's amazing...uhn...uhn...yeah!" "Your husband's a good dude, but tell me that big black cock doesn't feel a helluva lot better than his white boy dick!" Kendra slowly glanced in Jack's direction with a sated gaze painted on her face. It was a look unlike anything he'd ever witnessed in their eight years of marriage. Her beautiful tits bounced as her hips rolled erotically on the thick black shaft impaling her dripping slit. "Oh god Jack, will...will you be mad?" "No honey tell the truth...tell me how he makes you feel!" "Of jeez honey, he's amazing! He's going to make me cum so fast! YES Ced, your big cock is the most amazing thing I've ever felt! I love my husband so much, but he could never...uh...can't make me feel like this! I'M GOING TO CUM ON YOU! YOUR HUGE BLACK COCK IS GOING TO MAKE MY LITTLE PUSSY SQUIRT!" "Yeah baby, that's what this big pole is here for! Spray that married juice all over it! Show your husband what that tight little slit does when it gets some fat black dick!" "Ohhhh...Uhhhh...yeah...SO GOOD...uhn...uhn... Can't stop...I can't stop honey...fuck...I'M GOING TO CUM ON HIM!" "Do it babe, you look so fucking hot! Give it to him! Give him your cum!" "Ohhhh fuck me Ced...I love it...I'M CUMMMMMINIINNGGG!" The two men watched as Kendra Daly's phenomenal body convulsed like she was having a seizure before a blast of ejaculate erupted from deep in her stuffed pussy and soaked Cedric Brown's big cock and bounding nuts. "That's it baby! Let it all out! That's a juicy one!" Brown cheered laughingly. Jack Daly watched slack jawed. In all their years of marriage he'd never seen his wife's pussy so much as gush, and now the first time she experiences his young teammate's huge black cock she squirted like a wanton slut. The relief pitcher realized immediately this was a lifestyle he and his beautiful wife were destined to live for years to come. ***** The unforgettable fucking Ced Brown gave Kendra Daly that Saturday turned out to be the first of countless bull experiences the young player would have with cuckold/hotwife couples in the years to come. Once word got out about his sexual prowess, it wasn't uncommon for players from other teams to seek him out when the A's were in town. Many wanted the young hung stud to fuck the shit out of their wives or girlfriends too. Brown quickly learned that nothing got him off more than the bull dynamic. Fucking hot wives and girlfriends became his personal fetish of choice—so much so that as time went on, sex with single women often left him wanting. There was just something about exerting his alpha dominance in the bedrooms of couples that really caused his big balls to bounce together in elation. He learned that typically unfulfilled white wives became some of the horniest sex partners imaginable when @@@@@@@ to his big black dick. Nothing thrilled him more than watching the reactions of uncontrollably sated wives and ogling husbands as he pleasured the previously faithful hotties in ways they never had dreamed. At the height of his playing career, Cedric Brown had at least one cuck couple in every city on the schedule. The decadent lifestyle both fulfilled and fascinated him. But as much as he loved the illicit sex, he could never quite understand why any man would purposely want to watch his wife or girlfriend morph into a wanton black cock slut. But who was he to question their motives—after all he was himself the very fortunate beneficiary of all that black cock addicted pussy. The MLB outfielder was astonished at the sheer number of opportunities that came his way. He was initially skeptical as to whether the cuckold/hotwife population was as significant as he had heard, but before long he came to understand just how robust the group was from the shores of the Pacific to the Florida Keys. Brown found that he gravitated towards young white couples with naturally big-titted wives, who fortunately were quite prevalent in the major leagues. And while his primary interest was with the sexy wives, Brown observed that cucks came in all shapes and sizes. In the process, he experienced every type of cuckold/hotwife relationship across the spectrum. And while the drama could be all over the board for the couples themselves, Brown steered mostly clear of it, instead focusing on one thing—fucking as much young white married pussy as his big black dick could handle. It wasn't uncommon for the A's to fly into town and inside of a few hours for Brown to be balls deep in the hot wife of one of the following day's competitors. On one memorable road trip against the Yankees in New York, Brown, who had been banging the lingerie model wife of the pinstripe's ace pitcher Shane Young for about six months, Uber'd to their place after touching down. He fucked the shit out of the hot blonde all night long—eventually her husband went off to bed as he was scheduled to be on the mound the following day. As fate would have it, Brown pounded three homers off Young in the next day's game and then returned to their house and pounded three more big loads into the pitcher's stunning wife that night. In another memorable hookup, Brown accompanied Detroit Tigers star outfielder Scott Hanson and his big-titted wife Trish to the All-star game being played in Toronto at the former Skydome, now known as Rogers Centre. During the game while Hanson was playing centerfield, Brown had Trish Hanson bent over the couch wildly fucking her doggy style in a hotel room facing the field directly above where her husband was positioned.

Chapter 4 Before long, more and more spectators around the huge venue were alerted to the festivities taking place behind the floor to ceiling hotel room windows and the game soon became an afterthought as thousands watched the rousing sex act. No one else in attendance knew who the interracial couple was, but Scott Hanson obviously did—the Tigers star was forced to navigate the next couple of innings with a major league hard-on in his baggy baseball pants. Over the course of his playing career, Brown indulged in too many similar experiences to count. When it was finally time for him to hang up his cleats, Brown still had multiple cuckold/hotwife relationships around the country. Unfortunately, those good things eventually came to an end. As time passed and he traveled less, many of those connections faded away. His business interests kept him busy following retirement, but as he sold those off one by one, Brown found himself experiencing a bit of a mid-life crisis by the ripe old age of 37. While the rich black man still bagged lots of pussy and found plenty to keep him busy when he wasn't on the prowl, he missed the bull lifestyle from his playing days. It wasn't until a meeting with his accountant Saul Lieberman one afternoon that that all that changed. While sitting in Lieberman's posh office on the fifty-second floor in San Francisco's financial district, his accountant posed the question. "Ced, your investments are obviously doing well, but you could really use some more write-offs to mitigate your tax exposure. Have you ever thought of relocating your primary residence out of California to somewhere that doesn't have state income tax? Somewhere like Texas?" "Yeah, it's crossed my mind Saul, but I love the Bay Area and I don't want to move. Most of my close friends are here and it's the best weather in the country. And as you know, I have the place in Maui and the other one in New York City to hang out when I want to get away, but this is home. I appreciate the suggestion, but what other recommendations do you have?" "You could start up another business." "Fuck that, I'm done with the corporate bullshit. Let some other fucker's deal with that shit, I don't want the stress and frankly I don't want to work that hard anymore!" "I understand Ced, you've already made your millions. What about a non-profit?" Brown laughed loudly. "Why would I want to spend any time doing something that wouldn't earn me a bunch of dough Saul, I'm surprised you of all people would even ask me that based on how much I pay your greedy ass? Besides I already contribute to a bunch of charities." Lieberman took the comment as a compliment like only a Jewish accountant would. "Yes you are a very generous man Ced, but this would be something different, the non-profit tax benefits could be quite significant and it would allow you the freedom to expand your wings and do something—whatever it may be, that has always interested you. And, the term non-profit is a bit of a misnomer. You and any employees can still earn large paychecks as long as the entity is transparent and doesn't turn a profit. In addition to salaries, any money the business earns must be retained by the organization and used for its own expenses, operations, and programs." "Like what kind of business Saul? The only things I'm really interested in are golf, money, and puss..." his voice trailed-off mid sentence as a light-bulb suddenly went on in Cedric Brown's brain. After a long silence a sly smile formed on his face before he continued, "So if I were to start up a non-profit, does my name have to show up all over the ownership and financial records?" His accountant looked at him suspiciously—he'd seen a similar gaze on Brown before. "Well, I'm not sure what you are getting at Ced, but there are ways we could bury your involvement in a web of informational ambiguity and cloudy references. Someone would have to do a lot more than a Google search to uncover your connection, if that's what you mean?" A wide toothy smile now formed on Brown's face. "I can see your wheels turning Ced, on second thought don't tell me anymore, it's probably better that I don't know what you're considering!" Saul Lieberman half-joked before both men erupted in laughter. ***** Two weeks later Tanya Lewis' cell phone buzzed twice before she answered, "Oh my god...if it isn't the one and only Cedric Brown...what did I do to deserve this call?" The cheeky brunette joked. "Hello Tanya...long time, no talk!" "I'd say so, how long has it been, three years?" "Yeah...that sounds about right, how have you been?" "Good...one day at a time Ced, you know how it goes!" "I do Tanya, how's Jim? Still fighting fires?" "He's good, still hanging out at the station watching Oprah and playing gin three-days-a-week if that's what you mean. And yes he's still running the station, but he's planning on retiring in a few years." "Must be nice, only in California can a fireman retire at 50 and still earn full pay for the rest of his life! It's why our state is going bankrupt." "Shit Cedric, ain't that the pot calling the kettle black! What do you turn 37 this year, and you've been retired for at least four already?" "Careful Miss Lewis, there might be a racial slur in there somewhere," Brown joked and they both busted out in laughter. "But seriously, I hope you and Jim are doing well, what's it been, five years now since you got hitched?" "Yep, five going on fifteen," she laughed. "I'm kidding, he treats me like a princess, not like that motherfucker who cheated on me!" "Yeah, you did well this time around Tan, but what about you, are you still working at that halfway house for troubled teens?" "Yep, it still pays like shit, but I love when the light bulbs go on for the recoverable ones!" "They are lucky to have you," Brown lauded, amazed that a psych professional of her skill level was still working in a job so far beneath her capabilities. "Oh shit Cedric, we haven't talked in three years and you're already buttering me up, you must need something. Did you knock up a married one this time?" Brown laughed, she knew him all too well. He had known the former Tanya Simpson for the better part of fifteen years since early in his second season in the majors. Brown had received a few votes for Rookie of the Year the previous year, but a brutal early season slump his sophomore campaign had nearly gotten him a bus ticket to the minors. His manager, Art Howe, recommended that Brown see a shrink as it was quite clear to everyone in the clubhouse that his on-field shortcomings were more mental than physical. One of his teammates recommended a psychologist named Tanya Simpson. The shrink and Brown hit it off from the very first session and the young outfielder immediately stopped overthinking at the plate. The slump ended quickly and by the time the season was over, Brown had hit .306 and nearly won a Gold Glove. And while the results showed his mental challenges were behind him, Brown continued to meet occasionally over the next few years with his brain savior as he liked to refer to her. She had taught him several valuable coping mechanisms, but he still welcomed their sessions just to keep his head on straight. Aside from their baseball discussions, he found there wasn't anything he couldn't share with her, including his off field relational activities. And while she was ten years his senior, he found her to be incredibly open minded and non-judgmental about his sexual escapades. She even helped him navigate through a few of the more complicated situations that ensued from his bull/cuckold/hotwife triangular relationships. As Brown got more MLB years under his belt, he saw less need for psychological assistance and eventually stopped meeting with Tanya. They exchanged occasional emails and Christmas cards but it wasn't until he received a text from a mutual friend that he learned that Tanya's husband Greg had left her for another woman and that she had sunk into an alcoholic depression. Her devastation had been so acute that she had closed her practice and lost nearly everything before Ced even learned of her situation. Brown stepped in and paid for her to get into rehabilitation and once she was out, he helped find her a place to live and get back on her financial feet again. He tried desperately to convince her to go back into practice, but she insisted she didn't want the stress of having her own business again and instead decided to take the job helping troubled kids. That had been nearly ten years now, and to her credit, she had stayed sober ever since. "I was hoping we could get together and talk," Ced offered. "What about?" She asked guardedly, knowing full-well who she was dealing with. "I have a business proposition I would like to discuss. Are you available tomorrow for a cup of coffee?" "Sure, tomorrow's my day off, but Ced I really doubt it's something I'd be interested in, I like working with the kids." "I know Tanya, but don't forget you owe me one. And I'll tell you what, just hear me out and if you aren't interested after we talk, I promise I won't bug you again. See you at 10?" "Okay Cedric, it'll be nice to see you again!" "Me too Tanya." The following day at a Starbucks in Los Gatos, the two old friends embraced. Ced noticed that she'd put on quite a few pounds since he'd last seen her at her wedding, but she still maintained her cheerful smile and friendly appearance. She had been an attractive woman in her early-thirties when they first met and aside from her weight gain, she still looked good in her late 40's. From her perspective, the black man who stood before her had aged gracefully since she'd first met him when he was a cocky 23-year-old. He too had put on some weight, but it was evident through his tight tee-shirt and athletic shorts that it had all formed as sinewy muscle. She thought to herself that most men would die to look as good as him in their late thirties. He still had the brilliant white-toothed smile she had noticed the first time they met. After ordering drinks and exchanging small talk, Ced finally volunteered, "I don't see any reason to beat around the bush Tanya, what I really came here for is to ask you to come to work for me!" "Work for you, I thought you sold off all your businesses?" She replied quizzically, raising an eyebrow before sipping her extra-hot latte. "I did, but I'm thinking about starting up a new one, but I can't do it without someone of your psych expertise along side." The comment boosted Tanya's ego, but her response was exactly as he feared. "I'm obviously flattered Ced, but I haven't worked in a true clinical or business environment in a long time—as much as I would love to work for you, I'm going to have to respectfully decline." "Oh c'mon Tan, you haven't even heard what the opportunity is yet, and I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you were perfect for the job. How much are you making at the boys center?" "Ced, it's not about the money..." "How much?" "40k." "Shit, I'll pay you four times that much with a bonus opportunity to earn another twenty percent!" Tanya's eyes got huge. "That's two-hundred thousand Ced! You can't be serious!" "I'm totally serious Tanya and I'll give you a three-year contract!" "Oh my god Cedric, why me?" "Oh c'mon Tanya, no one is more qualified! In addition to your unparalleled clinical skills, this position requires someone who understands the way I tick and can accept that while my intentions are mostly noble, I have certain personal, how should I say, desires, that I expect to extrapolate from this endeavor." Suddenly Tanya's womanly instincts kicked in, she knew this man well enough to suspect his intentions were likely sexual in nature. "Why don't you tell me more about this business Ced?" She asked suspiciously. A toothy smile formed on his face—she was capable of reading deep into his mind with little information to go on. "I'm glad you're intrigued enough to want to learn more Miss Lewis. I'll start off by saying that I plan to do this as a non-profit entity." "You? A non-profit? I've never known you to have even the slightest desire to do anything that wasn't going to make you lots of money or help you capture puss...?" She stopped mid-sentence as a distrusting smirk formed on her face. The guilty gaze on his suggested her line of questioning was on the right track. Before she could formulate another question he asked, "Do you remember the conversations we used to have about some of my relationships back in the day?" Tanya responded guardedly. "...Yeah. I used to warn you about the potential fall-out of getting involved with married couples. But I also remember you rarely listened to me." Brown laughed. "Well, I'm glad I didn't listen to you, I had some of the best sex of my life in those relationships! Anyway, as you may recall, the husbands or boyfriends in most of those relationships were known as cuckolds right?" "Yes, as I remember the clinical definition of a cuckold is a submissive man who willingly encourages his girlfriend/wife to sleep with alpha males whereby the woman's sexual pleasures become the husband's vicarious sexual pleasures and experiences. Where are you going with this Ced?" He ignored her question. "That's very good Tanya. Do you also recall that I used to tell you about all the different types of cuckolds I experienced in my time as a bull?" "Yes...so can I assume that since you referred to it as your time as a bull that lifestyle is now past tense? Are you no longer living it Ced?" "Let's just say the opportunities have been far less robust since I stopped playing. That's partially what this is about." Tanya started to see where this might be going, but still had lots of unanswered questions. "Okay, as I recollect you said there were primarily three types of cuckolds you encountered back in the day." "Yes that's right—the all-in cuck, the reluctant cuck, and the objectionable wife cuck." "I remember. So what does any of that have to do with your business plan?" "I'll get to it in a minute, but first let me refresh your memory about one of the primary things I learned regarding most cuckold/hotwife couples—they typically enter into the lifestyle with significant apprehension. It makes sense, but nonetheless, all of them are still intrigued by it. That said, the more discerning ones are far more thoughtful about the potential consequences going in." "Uh huh..." "For some, the lifestyle becomes the best thing that ever happened to them. The wife enjoys the most satisfying sexual experiences of her life and the husband gets to share in erotic encounters he never could have provided himself. Meanwhile, the bull gets to enjoy all that married pussy without the drama that often accompanies so many less balanced relationships. As you know, I was lucky enough to experience a bunch of those amazing connections." "Of course I remember Ced." Tanya replied, suddenly feeling wetness between her legs, much the way she did when Brown would recount the unfathomable details on her office couch years before. Brown's spirits rose, he could see Tanya's engagement intensifying before he carried on. "Unfortunately for the rest, the lifestyle often morphs into something they never considered. It frequently ends in fractured relationships when the husband gets resentful or the wife gets too addicted to big cock. Makes sense right?" "Sure, those were the same cautionary examples I used to warn you about!" "Yes I remember, although that cocky 23-year-old black man only focused on the wife getting too addicted to big cock part!" He grinned pridefully. "But perhaps now you can take some solace in the fact that I'm basing the genesis of this business on your recommendations from all those years ago." Her eyebrow rose in cynical fashion before Brown continued. "Like any good personal assistance program Tanya, my plan for this business is two-fold: The first is to provide education for conflicted couples about the potential pitfalls and ramifications of bull/cuckold/hotwife relationships. The second is to provide couples already immersed in the lifestyle with an unbiased, education-based, non-judgmental avenue for escape if they find themselves in too deep." Tanya laughed loud enough that people from the adjacent tables turned and looked. She lowered her voice to just above a whisper, "Wait, am I really to believe that the same man who fucked more married women with the blessing of their cuckold husbands, is seriously considering starting a self-help organization focused on discouraging that same type of behavior for other married couples?" A guilty grin formed on his lips. "Yes Tan, who better than me to understand the repercussions of these types of relationships?" She giggled again. "Okay Cedric Brown, did you forget who you are talking to here? There is something you are not telling me! While I know you have a big heart and you do lots of selfless things for other folks, I also know your true motivations are built around your pocket book and satisfying that monster in your pants. What's your real angle?" Brown chuckled as he returned her gaze with a sly smile of his own. "You do know me too well Tanya! Okay...I told you before that my plan for the business is two-fold, but in reality it is three-fold." She looked on expectantly, validated by his admission that she had unearthed the final piece to his puzzle. "You see Tanya, as I mentioned before, I really miss the bull lifestyle and with as much time as I have on my hands these days, I am looking for something to help pacify both of those situations. And while I'm sincere in my desire to provide a necessary service for hundreds, if not thousands of conflicted couples..." Brown looked around to make sure no one nearby was listening. He lowered his voice and spoke through a devious grin. "...My other motivation for this business is to uncover a pipeline of young couples who might be candidates for one 37-year-old well-hung black man to introduce into the decadent hotwife/cuckold lifestyle!" "CEDRIC BROWN! That's terrible..." Tanya screamed quietly back at him as a knowing smile formed on her face. "...Even for a dirty old man like you!" "Who you callin' old bitch?" He questioned before they both erupted in laughter. After digesting what she'd just heard, Tanya recounted, "So let me get this straight. You plan to start a discreet non-profit organization to provide help and assistance programs for most couples who are either thinking of indulging in or already immersed and trying to get out of the cuckold/hotwife lifestyle? All the while, you'll be targeting certain ones to lead down the exact same long dark rabbit hole that leads inevitably to one particular black cock?" Brown nodded smugly. "That's about right Tan, but with one clarification, I would describe the black cock as long and dark, not the rabbit hole!" He chuckled at his own joke. She shook her head in mock disbelief. "And can I ask what you are going to call this business?" A Cheshire cat grin formed on his face. "You've obviously heard of Alcoholics Anonymous and Gamblers Anonymous..." "You're not really going to..." "...Of course I am!" He interrupted proudly. "The organization will be known as CUCKOLDS ANONYMOUS!"

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One of his teammates, a 30-year-old relief pitcher named Jack Daly, approached Brown one night while they were on a road trip in Seattle and asked if Ced would be interested in having sex with his wife. The rookie outfielder was quite familiar with Kendra Daly, all the guys on the team were. She was 5'-4" blonde country girl with a tight little body and a great rack. Despite the multiple drinks they'd both consumed, the request caught the young outfielder totally off guard, but he was immediately intrigued by the opportunity. "Are you fucking serious JD?" "Absolutely Ced, I've seen that hose of yours in the shower and I can't get the vision out of my mind of you giving that monster to my wife! On our last road trip to Anaheim, I was in the room next door when you pounded that hot little brunette you picked up at the bar all night long. It was clearly the best night of her life! I'd love for my wife to experience that kind of ecstasy." Brown laughed proudly. "Yeah that horny little bitch has texted me every day since we left town. But c'mon dude, are you fucking with me about having sex with your wife?" "Ced I'm totally serious. You might be new to this stuff, but there are lots of guys like me who get off on the idea of watching or listening to hung dudes pleasuring our wives or girlfriends. There's actually a pretty large cuckold community in the league." "Cuckold community?" "Don't tell me you haven't heard the term, I would have expected with a tool like yours that someone must have approached you in the minors or somewhere?" "Nah, I guess I was never in the right situation. What's the deal?" "It's a little hard to explain, but cucks like me are generally submissive guys who encourage our wives to sleep with alpha males like yourself, making her sexual pleasures my vicarious sexual pleasures." "Damn! So you're telling me you would get off on me boning your wife? And there are other dudes who dig that shit too?" "Yes I totally would, and like I said, there are other guys around the league who are into the lifestyle too. Many of us are most aroused by the thought of black studs like you doing it with our white wives." "So have you and uh...Kendra...done this before?" "Once...well kind of. We met this guy on a road trip last year who came back to our hotel room, but he didn't turn out to be the hung stud he claimed to be. It was exciting nonetheless as he was bigger than me, but I wouldn't say he rocked my wife's world." "White or black?" "He was one of these super-confident white guys who talked a big game, but like I said, he wasn't what I hoped. He got my wife off a couple of times, but it wasn't anything like what I heard coming from your room down in Anaheim!" Cedric Brown couldn't believe his good fortune and certainly had no intention of looking a gift horse in the mouth. Fucking the shit out of Kendra Daly would be a special treat. "Well I guess if you white dudes are into hung studs laying pipe with your wives, it would make sense you'd approach the brothers. You all know how the saying goes...once you go black..." Brown continued. "So is getting her some BBC something you and Kendra have discussed?" "I've been fantasizing about it for a long time, but it wasn't until you walked into our locker room in Spring training and I saw what you were packing that I decided to finally give it a shot. And when I heard you bangin' that brunette last week, I knew I had to give my wife the final push! I've been working on her for a couple of months, but I think I finally convinced her." "And?" "As a matter of fact, we watched a replay of one of our games this past weekend and while you were at the plate I asked if she thought you were hot. She sheepishly admitted that she did and that she thought you filled out your uniform nicely. I told her to look at the bulge in your pants and she said that's what she was referring too. After we both got done laughing, I told her about your cock and about hearing you fucking the brunette in Anaheim. My wife practically came on the spot. Kendra fucked my dick off that night while I teased her about all the things you would do to her with your big black cock if she finally agreed to my fantasy." Brown laughed heartily. "You sound pretty confident I would agree to it JD." "C'mon Ced, I've seen the way you and the other black players check her out. And let me tell you, she's way hotter with her clothes off than on. I told her I was going to approach you about it while we were away on this road trip." "And she was okay with it?" Jack nodded enthusiastically. "That's good shit JD!" Brown now realized this was more than just a drunk teammate spewing gibberish. "So tell me, what kinds of things did you tell her I would do to her with my big dick?" "Shit Ced, everything! I told her you would make her take your thick dark meat down her throat and that you would want to cum in her mouth and all over her face. She asked if you had big balls too and I described them as a set of black limes dangling half way down your thighs." Ced Brown laughed, "Well JD you're right about me wanting to jamb it between your wife's pretty lips and cum all over her face, but you're going to have to correct your assessment of my nuts, they're more like a couple of big old heavy lemons than some puny little limes!" This time they both erupted in laughter. "I thought they might be bigger than I estimated, but I didn't want to get caught checking them out too intently in the shower, so I didn't stare. I apologize for the insult!" Daly confirmed with a guilty smile. "Uh huh...what else? Did you tell her I would spray my seed all over those big titties too?" Daly's cock was now hard as a rock. He couldn't believe he was finally having this conversation, and the fact it was happening with his cocky 22-year-old black teammate, was beyond his wildest imagination. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did Ced. I've read a lot about hung studs like yourself marking their territory with bull semen. My wife practically hyperventilated when I told her you would do it to her!" "Okay JD, you got me intrigued. Where and when are we going to do this?" "We get back into town on Thursday night, can you come over on Saturday?" ***** That Saturday following an afternoon victory in which he got three hits, Cedric Brown showed up at the Daly's Blackhawk home carrying an expensive bottle of rum. The 22-year-old black man wore a tight tee-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. The Daly's met him at the door and welcomed him inside. After the initial greeting, Ced Brown paid little attention to his teammate; he was too busy checking out Kendra Daly. The hot little blonde wore a short pair of Daisy Duke cutoffs showing off her long tanned legs and tight little ass. Up top she sported a white low cut tank top accentuating her big tits to perfection. Over the next couple of hours, the three of them killed the rum while frolicking around in the Daly's extravagant backyard swimming pool. Kendra had ditched the tank top and cutoffs for a skimpy red bikini that was very much to the black man's liking. Jack knew his wife was enjoying the view too. Brown's muscled torso and impressive eight-pack were on full display, as was the obscene bulge in his tight swim trunks. The further things progressed, the more Jack Daly could see the initial awkwardness of the situation fading as his stunning wife and young black teammate grew more flirtatious. Jack could feel blood flowing to his dick as he watched and listened as the outfielder and his playful wife no longer stealthily ogled one another—instead they now flirted unabashedly while raining sexually charged innuendos back and forth. Jack eventually announced that he was heading into the house to get things together for the barbecue. He topped off both of their cocktails before challenging his wife in a playful warning to not let the sexual banter get too out of hand while he was inside. They made eye contact as Kendra bit her lower lip before a naughty grin replaced her previously pouty gaze. Her reaction caused his dick to stiffen again as he turned back towards the house and went inside. Daly worked excitedly, putting the final touches on his famous beef ribs and potato salad. All the while he resisted the temptation to peek out the large dining room window to see what was happening outside. He was pretty certain things would progress and he wanted to give them time to do so. After nearly twenty minutes, he quietly opened the sliding French door and peered towards the pool—what he saw made him realize his dinner prep had been a waste of time. Something far more delicious was on the menu. His gorgeous wife lay on her back on the edge of the pool deck with Cedric Brown's head buried between her legs while he stood in the cool water. Her skimpy red bikini bottoms were stretched wide across her smooth thighs behind his short dreads while Brown's head moved actively between the silky garment and her dripping pussy. Jack Daly's dick sprang to life as an image he'd fantasized about countless times was now a breathtaking reality only thirty feet from where he stood. He slipped out the door and moved quietly towards the oblivious pair. As he neared, he could hear his wife's muffled mews and gasps as the black man hungrily ate her pussy. Her pretty face was half-covered by a towel as she tried to mute her guttural responses. "Uhn...uhn...ohhhh...oomph...yeah..." Suddenly Brown's head tilted back as he glanced in Jack's direction with his wife's sweet slippery juices dripping from his lips. The black outfielder gave his teammate a wink before he extended his long tongue and blindingly fluttered it back across Kendra's bulging clit, drawing another indulgent moan. "Ohhh...god yes, your tongue feels so good Ced!" Jack looked on excitedly while observing Kendra's little blonde patch and splayed puffy lips, slick with their combined juices. His thoughts were interrupted by his wife's breathless urging, "Pleeaassee keep doing it just like that Ced...your tongue is magical! I love it!" Daly slid quietly into a nearby patio chair and watched. The contrast between his wife's lightly-tanned complexion and slim features versus Brown's dark skin and muscled physique consumed him. In his mind he was witnessing nature's perfect sexual collision of alpha dark masculinity and stunning white femininity. He and Kendra had been together since she was a sexually naïve nineteen-year-old from a religious Midwestern home. Now here she was a mere eight years later, with a young alpha bull between her spread legs, beginning his lessons as to what unadulterated sexual pleasure was all about. "Jesus Ced, that feels sooo good, I don't want to...um...stop...but Jack is going to be out any minute..." "I'm right here sweetheart." Kendra Daly yanked the towel from her face and looked horrifyingly at her husband. "Oh shit...honey I'm so sorr..." "Babe don't apologize! You know this is what we both wanted, enjoy it. Let him do all the amazing things we talked about!" "Oh god honey...are...are you sure?" She asked, her voice trembling in a breathy plea mixed with fear and excitement. "YES! This is so hot babe! I can see you love it! I do too!" Kendra Daly's head fell backwards as she allowed herself to relax and enjoy the decadence. "Mmmm...mmm...hmm." Brown immediately reached back and ripped her bikini bottoms from her legs, drawing a startled squeal. He pushed her welcoming legs apart and dove back in like a starving man. "Oh shit...Ohmygod yessss," she whined. "Your lips and long tongue feel so good Ced!" Brown's talented mouth brought the hot wife to the edge again and again. Daly practically shot his own wad when he watched his teammate roll his sexy wife's hips backwards and tongue her asshole. The pleasure sound that escaped her lips was like nothing he'd ever heard. This time the young black stud didn't let up and within a minute Kendra squealed, her ass lifted and rolled wildly as she gushed all over her lover's ravenous tongue. "Mmm...that's some tasty married pussy!" Brown bragged as he squeezed her ass cheeks and lapped up her cum. After she finally gained her breath, Daly watched as Brown lifted his sated wife into the pool. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as her sexy body melted against its muscular opposite. The two kissed passionately, sharing the taste of her sex in a desperate embrace unlike anything the pitcher had ever seen from his typically conservative wife. Their kiss went on and on as Kendra's nearly naked body contorted against the slick skin of her black lover. When it finally subsided, Brown ascended the pool stairs with her wrapped tightly around him. Jack watched as his wife's spectacular pantiless ass came into view. It was obvious from his vantage point that she was urgently grinding her pussy against Brown's cock as they moved from the pool to the padded lounge chair only a few feet from his own. Against her whimpers and whines, Ced pried her clinging limbs from his torso and lowered her onto the lounger. His muscular legs straddled the patio chair as he stood confidently in front of her. Jack Daly couldn't imagine being more aroused. He could see his wife's little fur patch glistening with wetness as she moved anxiously to her knees. Only her undersized bikini top obscured the last vestiges of her phenomenal naked body from his black teammate's view. Her stone hard nipples pressed desperately against the slick material, already defining the bounding goodness that lay beneath. Meanwhile a look of sexual hunger Jack hadn't seen washed across his wife's face as she stared at the outline of Brown's huge cock through his dripping swim shorts. Her small hands reached out for the inviting bulge, but Brown pushed them away. "None of that until you tell your hubby why you want it so bad!" "Oh god...he knows! He wants me to have it too! Don't make me beg..." "Yes I do, please don't tease us Ced!" Jack heard the desperate words escape his own mouth without any thought or hesitation. "Not till she tells you what she wants!" Kendra Daly didn't pause. "I want to taste his fat dick Jack. I want it in my mouth honey. Oh god...I wanna suck that big black beautiful cock and make it explode all over my face." Daly sat with his mouth agape—completely mesmerized by the surreal scene that played out before him. Ced chuckled. "Okay baby, but first I want to see them big ol' titties. JD, why don't you take off your wife's top and show me them lily white tits that are gonna get all stickied-up by my jiz!" The relief pitcher heard his wife gasp as he mindlessly moved behind her on the lounge chair. He could sense the erratic nature of her breathing as he planted kisses along her neck while his hands circled around and cupped her heaving d-cups. He squeezed lightly and breathed in her ear. "Are you ready for this?" She hesitated momentarily before her head nodded in a short quick acknowledgement. "Uhhh...yes honey I think so...but I'm nervous. Look at how big it looks under there..." Husband and wife stared at the incomprehensible lump in the young black man's dripping swim trunks. Jack's fingers went to the tie circling his wife's lithe neck and released it. The strain on the fabric released immediately as her bounding breasts revealed themselves to her black lover. Her large nipples and pebbled areola pointed upward at the muscled athlete straddling the chair in front of her—water droplets accentuated their supple perfection. Cedric Brown thought back to the claim that Jack Daly had made regarding his wife's hot body looking better without clothes. He wasn't shitting; the outfielder could readily see the athletic blonde had a body built for fucking—narrow shoulders, flat stomach, long slim legs, tight bubble ass, and a set of perfectly shaped tits that begged for a nectar bath. "Nice baby!" Brown groaned. "But before you unwrap your special gift, let's have the hubby oil you up and get one last feel of how his wife's white married pussy feels before it gets blacked for the first time!" "Uh...oh god Jack, can you believe we are doing this?" Kendra panted distantly. "Rub the oil on me for him..." Her husband's head nodded robotically as he released the lower tie of his wife's bikini top before tossing it to the ground. Her 26-year-old stunning body now knelt completely naked in front the man who was about to become her black bull. Jack reached for the bottle of Hawaiian Tropic 4 SPF oil. He popped the cap and liberally squeezed, releasing a heavy stream of the sweet smelling contents across the back of his wife's shoulders, along her neck and down her upper chest. He held it in place over Kendra's amazing tits as the slippery fluid squirted across her tender skin before dripping from her engorged nipples. He quickly tossed the bottle aside and brought his hands to her shoulders and urged, "Babe, massage that oil all over your beautiful breasts and stomach while I do the rest. Show him what your body looks like all wet and slippery!" Her horny husband lubed her back and shoulders as his wife's petite hands went to her tits and rubbed and massaged the slick oil. She looked up at Brown and licked her lips sexily as she pulled and pinched her hard nipples and moaned. Blood flowed to the black man's thick cock as he watched. If her amazing body looked good before, it looked absolutely spectacular oiled up and shimmering in the late afternoon California sun. It was time for her to receive a fucking unlike anything she had ever imagined. Jack reached around and assisted in the oily enrichment of his wife's slippery d-cups. His fingers then trailed downward across her stomach and through her silky wet tuft to the thick folds of her slippery pussy lips. Jack had never felt his wife more wet as his probing digits easily slipped between her legs and he breathed into her ear. "It's time babe, reach out, take him and tell me how big he feels." Kendra's trembling hands moved as if some unseen puppet master controlled them. Her petite fingers landed simultaneously—one on the long thick cylinder protruding sideways at a downward angle and the other on the bulging lump beneath it. Jack heard his wife inhale excitedly as she experienced the size and weight for the first time. "Of my god Jack, they're so thick and heavy..." "They're?" "Yes...his long thick cock and his...oh my...huge balls..." Daly watched as his wife took one of Brown's massive testicles in her hand before gripping the other. "Take em' out honey, I want to see you hold them," her husband encouraged anxiously. Both of her hands gave a gentle squeeze to their oversized contents. Jack then watched as his teammate's black paws weaved into his wife's thick blonde hair, pulling her head slightly forward. "Reach in there and take out your prizes baby..." Brown's deep voice directed. Kendra Daly was close enough that she could smell Brown's masculine scent. She took her time, basking in the moment and enjoying the feel of the incomprehensible genitalia while letting her imagination flow. After nearly a minute, her mouth now fully filled with saliva, she couldn't hold back any longer. She excitedly slipped her small fingers into the band of his shorts and stretched them over the huge lump. Her sparkling eyes grew huge as the dark black phallic slowly revealed its immeasurable girth before eventually flopping out heavily in front of her stunned face. The Daly's gasped simultaneously as the thick hose reminded them both of a dark elephant trunk with an oversized knob attached to the end. The rutted contours and long black veins gave it a serpentine appearance. Kendra pulled mindlessly downward on his suit until his huge ebony nutsack unveiled itself.

Cedric Brown woke to the smell of sizzling bacon wafting into the large master bedroom. Like most folks, the black man considered the delectable aroma one of life's true simple pleasures. Of course, the scent being displaced by the frying pork wasn't bad either. The room reeked of sex. He shifted his naked torso to the right and observed the stunning brunette with what appeared to be a satisfied smile on her sleepy face. Kacey Shaw was the young wife of the person creating the delectable scent emanating from the kitchen. Ced Brown ogled the portion of her naked body not covered by the expensive bed sheets. Her large breasts were @@@@@@@, displaying their heavenly fullness on her lithe frame as she lay on her back in a blissful slumber. The black entrepreneur proudly viewed the numerous hickey's and bite marks apparent around her mid-sized areola. Her large nipples were red and undoubtedly tender. Kacey's husband had shared that his wife loved having her beautiful tits sucked and bitten—Brown had made sure to take advantage of the decadent invitation. The horny black man loved him some big white titties and had spent the better part of the night molesting her full c-cups. But what her husband hadn't known prior to the previous night, was how much his inexperienced wife would love having her breasts painted in thick African-American semen. Cedric Brown made sure both Tim and Kacey Shaw found out. The smug black man observed the flaky white residue evident around the young wife's chest and neck. He had planted several voluminous loads in her married pussy over the course of the night, but he'd started off the proceedings splattering her bounding tits and beautiful face with a week's worth of black baby-making buildup. The cuckold couple had been absolutely stunned at the amount of creamy ejaculate that had erupted from his huge balls and covered her entire upper body. Now Brown slipped quietly out of bed and located his boxer briefs. He pulled them up his muscular legs making sure to maneuver them over his low hanging scrotum and snaking his long limp cock into the stretched fabric. After draining nearly a gallon of piss, he walked out and found Tim Shaw working diligently in the kitchen. "Damn dude, that smells really good!" The software engineer nearly burned himself on the stove when startled by the deep voice behind him. He turned to see the muscled black man standing nearby in only his underwear. A welcoming smile formed on the young husband's face. "I figured you might appreciate a hearty meal after that workout!" Brown laughed. "Yeah you got that right man, that wife of yours really put me through my paces!" This time it was Tim Shaw's turn to chuckle. The stunned husband had watched from near the bed for the first couple of hours, but to say his wife had been the one setting the pace was a humorous claim. The cuckold knew that to suggest anything other than the fact his petite wife got the absolute shit fucked out of her, was pure fallacy. He'd also heard her pleasurable moans and whines throughout the night after he'd finally gone to the guest room to get some sleep. "Ced, I'm really not sure that's an accurate assessment of what I witnessed and heard." The husband answered in a humorous response. "I mean, I saw Kacey nearly pass out from pleasure at least twice just in the time I was in the room!" Brown's chest puffed out. "Well, I'll still give her credit, after your sexy wife came to each time, she did her damndest to keep up!" This time they both enjoyed a hearty laugh. "So what'd you think?" "Jesus Ced, to see her respond like that was beyond my wildest fantasies. I always suspected if I could just convince her to go through with it, she would love sex with an endowed...uh...hung-like-a-horse stud like yourself. But even I didn't expect it to be like that. Once she relaxed and witnessed my arousal too, the way she kept begging you to make her cum absolutely blew my mind! How many times do you think she did? Ten?" "Oh, I don't know Tim, I wasn't counting," the proud black man answered fallaciously, well aware it had been upwards of twenty. Like others before, the horny little slut had morphed into a borderline nympho—the formerly happily married hottie couldn't get enough of his huge cock. Tim spoke. "So I have to share something kind of embarrassing with you Ced. Kacey and only went to that bar last night as kind of a test to see if a self-help program we've been attending was actually working." "Wait, you lost me there Tim, what kind of program?" Brown asked questioningly, yet fully aware of what Tim Shaw was about to tell him. "Yeah, it's kind of complicated, but Kacey demanded that I get some help for my fetish desire to watch her have sex with an endowed man—so at her urging, we recently enrolled in a self-help program called Cuckolds Anonymous." "Cuckolds Anonymous? You mean like a program to kick the cuckold habit? Oh shit Tim...after last night, can I assume the program doesn't work very well?" Ced Brown asked embarrassingly with an awkward chuckle. "I don't know. They have hundreds of satisfied customers according to their Amazon and fff ratings and numerous positive references we checked before we joined. Last night was supposed to be kind of a baseline test to determine the direction the program would take Kacey and I over the next several months." Ced allowed an uncomfortable gaze to appear on his face before responding. "I guess it's fair to suggest you and your wife failed the test..." "Are you kidding me Ced? I never wanted to join in the first place. Kacey only requested I do it because she was nervous where my cuckold fetish might lead us. And now here we are. I got to witness the most amazing spectacle last night while my wife enjoyed the greatest sex of her life! In a convoluted way, I'm ecstatic we joined. If we hadn't, we never would have been at the bar last night to meet you!" Just then, Kacey called out from the other room. "Tim, can you come in here please." Her husband peered at their nearly naked house guest as he moved towards the master bedroom—a look of uncertainty on his face. Five minutes later the tech engineer returned with a devilish smirk. "She...uh...would like to talk to you. She says she has a favor to ask." The two men made knowing eye contact. The request came as no surprise to Cedric Brown. A confident smile formed on the black man's lips as he reached for a piece of bacon and took a smug bite. "I assume you can put this breakfast on hold, we might be awhile!" "Yeah, I...uh...kind of suspected that. I'm going to go ahead and eat, but I can re-warm it when your...uh...conversation is done." "Sounds like a plan!" Brown answered, a calm giddiness in his voice. Moments later he was closing the bedroom door behind him. Tim Shaw stood sipping his coffee in the kitchen with a raging hard-on in his pants. A million exciting thoughts now coursing through his mind as he thought back to how he and Kacey had gotten to this point. The irony of the situation was still hard to fathom. It had been only a month previously when his wife demanded he get some help for his disturbing desire to watch her have sex with an endowed man. Reluctantly following her ultimatum, he had found the self-help organization online. And while he had gone through the motions for Kacey's benefit, he never really bought in, still hopeful his fetish obsession of eventually watching her getting fucked by a big-cocked black bull would eventually take place. Unbelievably, as he had just conveyed to Brown, it was through their involvement with the group Cuckolds Anonymous that they came to meet him. And now the rest was history. His formerly reluctant wife, the same woman who had insisted that he get some help for his disturbing fantasy, was at this very moment on her hands and knees in their marital bed getting joyously hammered yet again by the hung black man. After finishing his breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, Tim Shaw approached and put his ear to the bedroom door. "TELL ME!" He heard Ced Brown's deep voice demand above squeaking bed springs. "Yes...yes I love it! You're so much bigger than him! Plleeeeeaase don't stop!" His wife begged. "Whose tight little dripping pussy is this?" "Oh god...it's yours Cedric! It's yours anytime you want it!" The young husband heard a conquering howl before the black man shouted. "You bet it is! This married pussy ain't gonna be able to live without big black cock anymore. Is it?" "No...ohhhh...god...it feels sooo good...ffffffuck meeee!" Tim Shaw had rarely heard his wife use the 'f' word, but now it spewed from her lips like some sex-crazed foul-mouthed slut. In addition to her profanity-filled whines of encouragement, the sound of squeaking bedsprings and wet body parts slapping together in a hurried rhythm captivated the aroused husband's attention. He dropped his pants in the hallway and frantically stroked his hard dick. "Oh my god, my wife just told that black bull who we just met last night, her pussy is his and he can have it anytime he wants!" His previous thoughts were interrupted by his wife's lustful validations. "Uhn yeah...I can feel your balls bouncing off my clit...ohhhh...it feels so good Cedriiiiicccc." "You gonna cum on this big black snake again?" "Yes...oh shit...yeah...it's sooo much cock! I LOVE EVERY BIG BLACK INCH OF IT!" "Squirt that married pussy all over it again baby...this big fucker loves himself a good cum bath!" "I love when you talk to me like that Ced...I'm going to...keep doing it just like that...ohhhhh...uhhhhh...oh my god! Please don't stop! CUMMING...I'm cummmiiinnnggg again! FUCK MEEEEEEE CED!" The banging of the head board intensified in concert with Tim's wife's desperate grunts and moans. "That a girl, get it all out! Yeah, that's a juicy one baby! That squirtin' little pussy is milkin' one out of this ebony root too! Turn over, I want paint them big titties again!" The black man shouted. Tim heard an urgent wrestling on the bed before Ced's deep voice roared. "YEAH HERE IT COMES...YEAH...TAKE IT..." Victorious grunts escaped the black man's lips for a seemingly endless stretch while the mattress springs strained and squeaked. The stunned husband listened incredulously as his wife's black lover announced, "FUCK YEAH...ALMOST DONE...UHN...UHN...YEAH!" "Almost done? It sounds like he's been cumming for a full minute..." The young engineer thought to himself as he frantically stroked his cock and when he heard his wife's shocked response, "Oh my god Ced, there is so much...my boobs are totally covered," it put Tim over the edge—his own meager load spewed from his six inch dick and dribbled across his fingers onto the floor. He then heard a hearty laugh followed by Cedric Brown's deep voiced directive, "There you go, smear it around those sweet titties just like before baby! And clean the rest off!" Shortly thereafter Tim Shaw could hear the unmistakable vibrating sounds of his wife's throat stuffed to capacity. Twenty minutes later the handle on the bedroom door clicked and the interracial lovers made their way to the kitchen. Ced Brown wore the clothes they'd met him in the previous night, his wife had on one of Tim's long tee shirts. "How was your conversation?" Tim Shaw watched as his wife's beautiful eyes dropped in guilty acknowledgement before Ced Brown answered enthusiastically. "Very enlightening for your wife Tim—I just filled her in deeply on a subject to which I would consider myself an expert!" "Oh yeah? May I ask what it was?" Her husband asked with a knowing smile. Ced Brown looked back and forth between them before answering jokingly, "It's kind of scientific. Let's just say it has to do with masses and volumes!" The two men laughed heartily while even Kacey let out a bashful giggle. After an enjoyable yet slightly awkward meal, Brown informed the Shaw's he needed to be going. They walked the muscled black man to the door. As they neared, Tim Shaw asked, "When are we going to see you again Ced?" A slight grin appeared on Brown's lips as he studied each of their expressions. "Is that something you both want?" He asked, still peering at each, but knowing it was only Kacey's response that mattered. He also knew what her answer would be. Tim Shaw's facial expression confirmed it was his wife's decision to make. The sexy brunette bit her lower lip with a devilish grin and nodded enthusiastically. They all laughed. "Well then Tim, you have my consultant card, give me a call whenever you guys want to have a little fun!" Brown shook his hand and then leaned forward and gave Kacey a lingering kiss. The excited husband watched their extended connection, focused on the contrast of the black man's dark skin and tall athletic frame versus his wife's diminutive light skinned body. Her craned neck stretched upward to facilitate the kiss. Kacey's bare legs crossed—one foot toe-touching the floor in schoolgirl fashion. Tim Shaw could feel his cock hardening yet again. Moments later the young couple watched as the black man hopped into his convertible Porsche and sped off. ***** Ced Brown's already robust ego brimmed as his outbound call rang through the car speakers. After a couple of rings a woman's voice answered. "Cuckolds Anonymous". "Hey it's me, we really need to get caller ID on that phone! After five years in business, you should know when it's me calling." "Well, you typically call my cell, but yeah, I'll call AT&T this morning and get it set up. How'd it go?" "How do you think?" The black man responded with a hearty laugh as he stared at himself confidently in the rearview mirror. "Really? All in?" "Oh, it was ALL IN alright. She loved every inch of it!" "Damn Cedric Brown, you are a CLOSER!" Tanya Lewis' giggling voice sounded on the other end of the line. "Haha, it's not that hard when you got the goods woman. I'll fill you in on the details when I get back on Monday morning. But as I told you, I'm heading down to Pebble for a couple days of golf." "At least you got your priorities straight Ced, hot sex before hitting the links!" She joked, knowing all too well what floated her boss's boat. Brown laughed. "As much as I love golf, even Pebble won't compare to bangin' that married little thing all night long!" "So she was as hot with her clothes off as she looked with them on? Real or fake?" "Yeah, I owe you the bet money, those natural things were as perfectly shaped as they come. And speaking of cum, you wouldn't believe how good they looked splattered in my spunk." "Ced, you can't help yourself—always marking the ripest female in the herd!" She giggled. "Do you know what Freud would say about that?" "I don't give a shit about any of that psycho-babble crap!" He laughed. "But I can tell you this Tanya, I gave em' another good coating again this morning just to make sure!" This time they both erupted in laughter. "Hey, but back to business, you said we have a new group coming in on Monday?" "Yes, a good sized one this time, fourteen." She answered. "Fourteen? That's awesome. Any prospects?" "Damn Ced, you're insatiable! Pretty little Kacey Shaw's juice hasn't even dried on your cock yet and you're already checking out the next batch," Tanya laughed. "Girl, don't forget where your bonus comes from!" More giggling ensued. "I obviously don't Ced, and of course I was kidding about the cute brunette. I'm sure she loved every minute of it. But getting back to your question, I think there are a couple that could be interesting. We can discuss them when you get back." "Ahhh, now you got my attention, you know how I love them young married ones!" "Yes sir I do. And obviously the Shaw's know now too! Have fun down at Pebble." Cedric Brown closed the conversation and turned up the tunes, the song "Hey Ya!" from one of his favorite bands OutKast, blared from the speakers as he glanced at himself in the rear view mirror and smiled. His pearly white-toothed grille peered back at him. The proud 43-year-old liked what he saw. He could see a tinge of grey peppering his goatee, but at his age he thought it gave him a distinguished, trusting appearance. He laughed as he thought deviously, "At least the distinguished part is accurate..." The successful black man was thankful for his appearance and the other physical blessings that had been bestowed upon him. In addition to his good looks, he was just as proud of the financial well-being he had achieved in his life. A solid career as a major league outfielder, followed by post baseball business successes had provided him with a lifestyle that made most of his contemporaries envious. During and following his major league career, he leveraged many connections he made playing for the A's in Silicon Valley into business opportunities. The savvy entrepreneur parlayed a handful of those into a smattering of technology driven start-ups, eventually selling them off, and making him a very wealthy man. The most lucrative of his endeavors was an organization that developed sabermetric analytics programs allowing college and professional sports teams to better understand statistical opportunities via computer-based models. His company's developments revolutionized the high-stakes sports industry in many ways. By the time he sold the business, nearly every professional sports team in the U.S. and most major colleges were using the software created by his company. His own previous employer, the Oakland A's became the poster child for its contributions. The green and gold had parlayed its philosophies into several deep playoff runs in the early 2000's as part of the Moneyball era under General Manager Billy Beane. They would later make a movie starring Brad Pitt about the 2002 team that won twenty games in a row. Cedric Brown played on that 2002 team. Of course it wasn't just his baseball skills and cunning business prowess that resulted in his fame and fortune. A strong mind and an ever flowing sense of self-confidence were also central to his success. His self-assurance had developed primarily as a result of his physical attributes, none the least of which were his hose of a throwing arm and his hose of a black cock in his baseball pants. From the time he had developed early in high school, his good looks, athletic skills, and enormous penis had made him extremely popular with the opposite sex. His sexual prowess only grew in his college years and exploded during his professional playing career. The wealth and adoration bestowed on professional athletes provided ample opportunity for Brown and his contemporaries to enjoy lifestyles most could only dream of. Women from all corners of the country would throw themselves at professional athletes and hung studs like Ced Brown would reap the rewards. He developed a particular affinity for young white women, especially those already involved in relationships. It all started his 22-year-old rookie season playing for the A's.

CUCKED ON VACATION 3 "Aren't you worried, embarrassed?" She asked, concerned. "No, I'm excited. I can't explain it but I'm completely fucking excited." I decided to see just how excited she was, and I reached into the bottom of her dress, rummaging for her panties. She gasped, eyes bolting wide. They were absolutely soaked. "I think we should go up to his room." I said, smiling. "...Okay." she whispered. We both stood in a sexual trance. I looked around in a fog of impending sexual doom. Mark saw us both and returned. I spoke, "I think we'll take you up on that offer Mark. A night cap up in your room." He smiled, excited. "Great." The elevator ride up to his room was probably the most sexually charged in human history. Mark stood behind Vanessa, snug to her rear. At one point he reached around and gently grasped her tummy, pulling her ass into his crotch. Her eyes once again darted wide, blushing. "I can't believe we're doing this." She spoke to the cab, to no one, to herself. "You're gonna have fun tonight Vanessa." Mark confidently replied. I was delirious with arousal, feeling like I was in another dimension with how fast things had progressed. The looming reality of my cuckolding was both sending my mind into a spiral, and turning my dick into steel. When we arrived at this room he gently grabbed Vanessa by the hand, ushering her to the couch. I immediately noticed that his room was a presidential suite, and that this living room was much more spacious that ours, complete with a kitchenette. "Mike, why don't you grab a cocktail out of the bar there. Make yourself comfortable." He sat my wife down next to him on a plush beige couch. I opened the mini-fridge door in a fog, leaning down to grab some soda and some rum from the side panel. When I stood back up I saw my wife kissing another man for the first time in my life. The moment would be burned into my mind for all time. My heart began pounding as their lips met, my stomach tied in knots, my dick stood rigid. One of her legs was draped over his as she continued to play with the massive erection beneath his tenting slacks. I stood frozen as one of his large hands cupped her breasts, seemingly tickling at her nipples beneath the fabric. He paused and glanced up at me, Vanessa looked in my direction as well - eyes wild and blushing in deep embarrassment. "Why don't you have a seat Mike." He pointed to the single across from the couch. As I slowly walked over and sat Mark leaned back onto the couch. I looked on in terror as he slowly began unbuckling his belt, it wasn't long before he was sliding his slacks down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his massive black cock sprung immediately upwards, incredibly aroused, and incredibly thick. He shuffled the pants to the floor, tossing them to the side along with his loafers. His cock was now the center of attention in the room, his large balls rested on the sofa cushion, and he leaned back looking at Vanessa. My wife's expression was wide eyed, fixated on his manhood. For the second time tonight he gently grabbed her hand, encouraging her to touch him. She did. I watched awestruck as her small hand tried, hopelessly, to encircle his girth. Her tiny fingers had no hope of reaching all the way around his thickness. She slowly began pumping his cock, completely entranced by it. Mark reached out and groped her tits as she jacked him off, leaning his head back in pleasure. My dick began straining hard against my own pants, but I didn't move to adjust it - I was frozen. My mind couldn't process the scene occurring before me. "It's so big." I heard my wife say through a haze of lust. Mark slowly removed his shirt, exposing his impressive torso. He moved to stand, lifting my wife up out of her seat in the process. In one swift motion he unzipped the back of her dress, peeling it upwards and exposing my wife's sopping panties, and bursting bra. He wasted no time, Vanessa under his spell, he deftly unclasped her bra - allowing her large breasts to spill out, pale nipples as erect as I had ever seen them. His dark hand cupped them both, raising them, jiggling them - and then he buried his mouth onto her tit. It caused her head to tilt back and the first moan of undoubtedly many to escape her mouth. My mouth went dry, it was the most erotic scene I had ever seen, my entire body was frozen, gripped to the chair - as I watched this well hung man control my wife. Mark gently sat her back down on to the sofa, taking a seat next to her once again. He leaned back, allowing her to feast her eyes and her hands on his manhood. "Go ahead baby, play with my cock." Vanessa immediately began pumping it again, I noticed her biting her bottom lip as her arousal dominated her body. Her tits were jiggling sexily as she jacked his huge cock. She began moving faster, inspired by the sexual site of her delicate white hand traveling up and down the entire length of his black shaft. His huge balls began flopping up and down on the sofa, and she reached out her other hand to massage those as well. Mark tilted his head back again in pleasure, now letting out his own reserved moan. "God." He looked right at her. "I can't wait to fuck you baby." Vanessa froze, seemingly remembering something important. She glanced at me for a moment, eyes lost in her own desire, and then she reached for her handbag now plopped on the side counter. She immediately pulled out the condoms I had purchased earlier. Mark noticed what she had grabbed, and that they were Magnums. He let out a chuckle. "I don't think that's gonna fit sugar." She glanced at him, and then his cock, and broke the seal on one of the packages. She began giggling as the latex condom snapped hopelessly against the wide girth of his cock head. It had no hope of fitting. "Don't worry Vanessa." He kissed her gently. "I'm gonna cum all over these big titties anyway." Vanessa leaned back into the sofa stunned and aroused by the lewdness of his comment. Mark then leaned in for another passionate kiss, massaging again at her breasts. Her legs instinctively splayed open, and he grabbed her pantie lining, peeling them down around her plump ass. She lifted her legs, allowing him access to do so, and I watched in perversion as my wifes panties slipped off her feet. Mark tossed them to the side. Her pussy was inflamed and ready. They regarded each other with impossible lust, and Mark slowly leaned my wife down against the couch cushion, shifting his knees in between her legs in the process. He leaned atop her, looking down, and began to align his hulking member above her pussy - eventually resting it down against her folds. She squirmed in anticipation, momentarily covering her eyes in disbelief. I swallowed hard, clearing the lump in my throat. He spoke to her, "Watch baby." She looked down at the impending collision. Mark jostled his shaft against her folds which caused Vanessa to squeal in delight. I leaned in, unable to grasp the gravity of what was occurring. Slowly his large head began bumping at the entrance to her womanhood. She spread her legs more, inviting him inside of her. She titled her head back with a loud moan as his head entered her for the first time. She placed a hand on his chiseled abdomen to prevent him from entering too fast. "Go slow Mark, you're so big." She whispered it. "I will sugar." He leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues met as he began another thrust - pushing another couple inches of his manhood inside of my wife. Her next moan was louder. "Oh god!" Every time he reversed you could see more and more of his organ covered in my wife's wetness, until eventually more than half of his huge cock had entered her. I knew he was already deeper than I had ever been, and I wondered how she was feeling having that much dick inside of her. "Oh my god, Markkk!" Her cry was loud, her pleasure obvious. "Almost home love." He replied, and thrust back into her once again. It took several minutes, but I looked on in shock as my wife's delicate pussy lips clung to his cock. She was impossibly stretched as she finally took all that he had to offer. His massive black pouch was mushed against her plump lily rear - his huge shaft completely inside of her. They looked into each others eyes. "Do you like this dick, Vanessa?" Mark asked, already knowing her answer. "Yes." Was her reply. She bit her lip, continuing, "I've never felt so full." "I'm gonna fuck this pussy good baby." He kissed her, she moaned, and he followed up on his promise. He began to churn into my wife, huge shaft pumping in and out of her pussy - a white lathering developing on his length as she creamed all over him in delight. Her legs spread wide, and then around his lower back as she latched on for his ride. Her moaning ramped up slowly, but quickly turned feverish. I had never heard her react to sex in such a manner. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Mark! Markkk!" She would grunt in between her words, clawing into his shoulders as he ravished her. I began to hear his large nutsack flopping against my wife's ass as he drove his huge manhood into her pussy. Juices squirting out all over the couch cushion as their organs collided with one another. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh my goddd!" Another groan, another moan. I could hear it building rapidly. It was too much to bear, I had to unzip. I @@@@@@@ my dick which was about to explode from delirious arousal. However I relented from touching myself for fear of premature release. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Mark don't stoppp! I'm gonna...! Ohhh!" Mark grunted, sweat developing on his brow as he took my wife to a place I never had - a hard vaginal orgasm. He spoke, "That's it baby. Let it go! I'm gonna make that pussy cum!" Her body convulsed, legs flailing as the orgasm surged through her body. She clawed hard into his back, screaming as loud as I had ever heard her. I looked on in disbelief as her eyes rolled back into her head. "Ohhh!! Myyy!! Fuckkk...!!" Her pussy was bucking on his huge cock as she unloaded her essence all over his shaft. Mark held onto her as the waves of pleasure took control of her nervous system. My wife gave herself to him as she achieved the highest sexual peak of her life. He leaned down and kissed her as the orgasm finally subsided. I blinked for the first time in what felt like hours. "Jesus christ." Was all she could manage. "You're fucking hot Vanessa." was Marks reply. He pulled her up off the couch, smacking her ass as he began to position her back down on all fours. "Look at this ass too." My wife was still recovering from his first onslaught, blinking heavily as she steadied herself for him. He smacked his heavy member against her plump rear a few times, causing some of their sticky sexual essence to cling to her skin. Then he lowered himself and smacked upwards into her clit from her underside. She shuddered as more pleasure returned to her body. That's when she noticed me again, staring at her slack jawed and lust filled. She smiled, blushing, impossibly embarrassed but as womanly as I had ever seen her. "You were right Mike, this was a good idea." She chuckled absurdly, which caused a smile from both Mark and I. "Mike's having almost as good a time as you, trust me." Mark said to her. Somehow, against all societal norms, he was entirely right. I had never, not since my developing years as a teen first exploring the female body, been as sexually excited as I was here tonight. It was such an absolute mind fuck cocktail of primal emotions that caused the most intense kind of arousal from me. Mark slapped her ass again, causing it to jiggle. She looked back at him sexily. "Fuck me." She said. I almost came without physical provocation. Mark smiled, and stuffed himself in her from behind. Her eyes closed as she took him inside of her again. She loved it. He began fucking her with passion, gripping tightly into her hips as he claimed her. Her heavy tits began swaying in the most erotic fashion. They bounced back and forth responding to this thrusts, the slapping noise and sexes meeting once again filled the air. Her moans and compliments weren't far behind. "Oh goddd. It's so good." She looked back at him, "You fuck me so good Mark." He smacked her ass. "I know it baby." That's when she looked in my direction, locking into my eyes. I instinctively began pumping my dick. "Oh god baby he's really fucking me!" She squealed it in a sexy high pitched voice that nearly caused me to cum on the spot. "I know baby." I replied, throatily. "Do you really like watching me?" I drew her attention down to my throbbing dick, "What do you think?" She moaned, "Oh my god this is so fucking naughty!" she buried her face into the couch cushion as Mark continued to pummel her. Mark's groans started to grow more frequent, and I had to figure he wouldnt last much longer. Vanessa looked back at me, "Come here Mike." I stepped out of my pants, and approached her, dick absurdly sticking straight out. She balanced herself and pulled me to her mouth, engulfing my throbbing dick. It would take absolutely nothing to make me cum. She sucked me for a few moments, eyes connecting with mine as Mark dominated her sex from behind. It was too much, and I was moments from cumming. Suddenly Mark groaned, pulling his cock out and twirling Vanessa onto her back, tits flopping wildly as she hit the couch. He unloaded, rope after rope of his heavy seed erupted from his engorged head, splashing against my wife's breasts and tummy. The sight of it caused my own eruption, and I came all over her face. She looked on in completely disbelief as her husband and a man she had only just met came all over her body. Although Mark's load was much more substantial than mine it made no difference to me - it was an insane sexual high for all three of us. After the ejaculation had subsided the three of us were silent for a moment, and then Vanessa smiled. Suddenly we broke into a relaxed, relieved, satisfied laugh. Mark interjected, "I told you guys this would be fun. I've never had a bad experience doing stuff like this - I guess I know how to pick em." After a few panting breaths, my wife spoke. "I need to clean up." Vanessa said, absurdly - standing. Cum was coating seemingly her entire body. Mark offered the shower in the other room, and she scurried through the door. Mark shuffled his pants on and moved to refill my drink. I strapped my own trousers back around my waist, and collapsed back into the couch. "Good shit. Right Mike?" Mark offered, somehow casual. I could only nod, still rather delirious. "I can't believe how hot that was, it doesn't make sense." "Hah, I know it." Before I could continue the discussion I found myself fast asleep, or rather, awoken to a darker room some hours later. I was groggy, and I realized that the sexual release, the drinking, the excitement - had all combined to sap my energy. I glanced around to an empty room, but before long the noises made themselves apparent. My wife was moaning, distant, but near. I soon saw a light shining through the cracked bedroom door. I stood, stomach once again in that now familiar knot, dick once again standing at attention. I slowly paced, barefoot, across the living room carpet. Her groans grew louder, and the noises of their bodies mating began to make an appearance. I glanced into the door and saw them, naked, fucking on Marks large suite bed. This was the site of my true cuckolding, where their honest admissions made an appearance. They were fucking freely, enraptured by one another's sexuality. They had experienced that initial explosion of sexual exploration, and now they were aimed at something deeper. He had Vanessa doggy style on his bed. I looked on as my wife's large tits bounced violently as he took her from behind. Her ass jiggled as she received his assault. It was similar to the scene from earlier, but their words were more inciting. "God I love this tight pussy." Mark grit his teeth and smacked my wife's ass, pumping his organ in and out of her as he spoke. "Oh fuckkk..." Vanessa's moans were passionate and unshackled, she looked back into his eyes. "I love that big cock." Their words were hushed, seemingly to avoid waking me. She moaned back at him as she spoke. He grabbed some of her hair, picking up speed, his large nuts where smacking into her clit as he fucked her. He was in total control. "Who's pussy is this?" He looked into her eyes as he asked. I had never been so assertive with her. Her eyes glazed over as she searched for the words. A lump formed in my throat as I began to fidget with my dick as I watched. Vanessa moaned low, "Oh! Goddd... No one has ever fucked me like you Mark!" He smacked her ass again, this time harder. Her cheeks rippled in response. I looked on as her toes began to curl. It was, absurdly, the first time I noticed her nail polish all evening. "Who own's this pussy Vanessa?" He repeated it. She groaned again, closing her eyes as an orgasm brewed deep within her loins. He smacked her ass yet again, causing her to shake. "Tell me I own it Vanessa. This is my pussy." She moaned again, his pace quickening, her tits bouncing as his cock reached depths of her womanhood that no other man had ever been. She looked back at him one last time, eyes fully distant, lost in the purest form of lust. "It's your pussy Mark. Take it baby." They both moaned deeply, lowly, truly. Vanessa squealed as her ass bucked back into his crotch, milking him as he released his seed deep into her womb. Her hands clutched into the bed sheets, her toes curled violently. He roared, "Oh fuck yeah baby! I'm cumming in this married pussy!" His massive scrotum pulled up into his shaft as it pulsed, unleashing rope after rope of potent seed deep into my wife. She screamed in complete pleasure as this man claimed her in every primal sense of the word. I came in my pants as their mating came to completion in front of my eyes, squirting my own load against the fabric of my trousers. Vanessa collapsed face first into his bed, completely satisfied.

"Work Subordinate Becomes Bull, 2/2" What a mess I am, I thought, as I stroked myself in the bar restroom, thinking about my employee's cock, that huge black fucker that I'd just sucked; the one that would be pumping a load into my wife within the hour. He only let me suck on it because I begged him to show me what he'd be fucking my wife with. He lifted that huge dick to my mouth, telling me if I wanted to see it like my wife was going to see it; I'd have to give him some help. It was awesome. I didn't want to quit once I'd gotten it into my mouth; and I'm not gay. I hadn't sucked since experimenting with little boyhood friends; but I loved the feel and taste of his bulbous, mouth-filling glans. I sucked him like I'd do my own if I could get to it. I wanted his nut, but he pushed my head off, telling me he'd saved his load all week to fill my wife's belly. As he stepped out of the stall, I begged him not to tell my wife I'd sucked him. I didn't want her to think of me as a cocksucker...now or ever. Still, the excitement of it had me pumping one of the biggest loads of my life right into the toilet. After relieving my sexual tension, I rushed out of the stall hoping to catch Jack before he left the bar. I needed to stop the inevitable; but it was too late. I sat at the bar for another drink while contemplating my options. My wife was babysitting for Jack, and in just minutes, she'd be greeting him at the door. I'd done my best to convince her to spread her legs for him and now feared I'd succeeded. If so, other than my six-inch dick, she'd be taking the first cock of her life. I was excited and happy for her, but having serious doubts about what it might do to our relationship. What if she found his cock as irresistible; like I, a straight man, just did? Would she need it more than mine; I worried. I convinced myself that our marriage was sound. This would just be a fling for her; one that could bring new thrills to our sex life. My heart sank when I turned the corner to our home and saw Lynda's car was not in the drive. I went in to assure the kids all was fine. Our son, sixteen-year-old Carl, was spending the night with friends so only the twin girls, Jane and Heather, seventeen, were home. I explained that Mom was babysitting for Jack and would probably be home late. They went off to their rooms to do whatever teenage girls do, leaving me to do my own thing. I stripped off my clothes, as is usual for everyone in the family when we have no guests, and went to the bedroom. I looked at our bed, imagining my wife as she lay on Jack's bed at that very moment. I turned on the computer and surfed to interracial sex, finding the hottest vids of little white cunts stretched on big black cocks. I stoked out another load, imagining I was watching Lynda. No doubt she was doing the same thing at that very moment. I couldn't tear myself away from it until I'd milked out the third, feeble, load some thirty minutes later. I checked at the window to see if she'd just pulled into the drive, but of course that was not the case. I spent the next hour pacing the floor, checking at the window, and then finally, I lay on the bed, slow stroking my raw cock while envisioning my dear wife performing for Jack. Seconds lasted minutes, and minutes; hours. I thought about calling but knew better; after all, this was an arrangement of my own making. I finally drifted off and awoke with Lynda straddling my face as the sun was breaking the horizon, dimly lighting the room. She grabbed the headboard for balance as she worked her freshly fucked pussy on my mouth. Her clit bumped my nose repeatedly as she used it and my probing tongue to get off. I swallowed as much cum as I could suck from her pussy, but the flow still covered my face. She was loaded. "Oh shit! I'm cuming again! Fuck! Eat it, Ed, suck all that cum out of me! Uhhh, Uhhh," she grunted as she grabbed my head with both hands and ground her open pussy against my mouth. "Oh fuck, I've never had so many orgasms in my life," she confessed as she caught her breath. She let me lick her out a little more before moving off to my side. I rolled over on top of her, ready for my long-awaited sloppy seconds when she stopped me. "Please, Ed, not now. I'm so sore. I wanted to just climb into bed and go to sleep when I got home, but Jack made me promise to feed you his load," she told me, "He said you needed to know what a slut I am. He made me promise to say that; that I'm a slut; his slut," she admitted. "Oh, Ed, Jack worked my pussy so hard. I never thought I'd be stretched and filled like that. His cock is huge; and he pushed the whole thing into me; all the way to his balls! He pumped his load into me five or six times and in positions I'd never imagined. He made me promise to tell you that he even stuffed his hand into me; the whole thing, all the way to his wrist! Oh fuck, Ed, it was wonderful. Thank you so much you sweet man for letting me do that," she said before driving a stake into my heart, "I can't believe I wasted my whole life, not knowing what that's like. You've done your best, but it's just not possible for you to fuck and use me the way he did!" In spite of the hurtful denigration, I was still totally horned up, nearly cuming without yet touching my dick. I sat between her wide-spread legs examining her. Her clit was engorged and stuck out like a hard, little cock. Below it, her lips were swollen, red and spread apart, revealing a gaping hole, still oozing more thick, white juice. "Just lay here with me, Ed, and I'll tell you about it. You can stroke your cock while I give you the details," she told me. I reluctantly moved up next to her and held her as she began, "I wore that little red thong you got for me, no bra and that obscenely short jean skirt. He gave me the once over when I arrived and told me I looked hot. When his girls weren't looking, he slapped my ass and gave me a tentative kiss on the lips. The babysitting part of the night went as usual. The girls were perfect. I put them to bed at nine, as planned. The whole time I was there, all I could think about is what would happen when Jack returned. My pussy was so wet and ready; but I resolved to resist my urges. I decided I would leave as soon as he got home." "Obviously, that didn't happen," I said. "No. When he got there, I adamantly told him I was leaving. He just looked at me and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against himself. I tried to push away, but in an instant, he had his hand under my skirt, cupping my bare ass. He leaned forward so he could cup both ass cheeks in his hands, then he lifted me off the floor. I grabbed his neck to keep from falling back and instinctively wrapped my legs around him. I felt his cock through our clothing, pressed against my pussy, and there was no hope of resisting him further. He carried me to his bedroom like that, kissing me on the way. Oh, Ed, what a kiss! Those full lips of his covered my entire mouth as our tongues intertwined. I sucked those lips into my mouth too. So fucking hot, Ed! He laid me on the bed and in no time, I was completely nude. I lifted my hips to help him pull off my little skirt and thong together. He unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off. That was it; that's all I was wearing." "Did he take off his own clothes or make you do it?" I wanted to know as I tentatively touched my cock, afraid I'd cum in three strokes or less if I grabbed it in earnest. "He took off his shirt, shoes and socks; then told me I'd have to help with the pants if I wanted to see what's in them. I sat on the edge of the bed and quickly worked at releasing his cock. I let his pants fall to the floor. His cock was straining to get out of his tight, bikini underwear. It was all boned up and laying to the side, almost touching his hip. I grabbed the waistband and lifted it over the bulge. His erection popped out at me, hitting me right in the face. I quickly pushed his undies down so he could step out of them, then immediately grabbed that absolutely gorgeous, huge cock. Oh my god, Ed, Oh my god! What a fucking huge cock! It's all veined, and really black; even darker than the rest of his body. I wrapped both hands around it and slid the skin up and down. He's uncircumcised, and I got to see the foreskin slide up over that big, purple knob and back off, over and over. He started dripping precum and I couldn't resist. I took the head right into my mouth. It completely filled it," she told me, not realizing I knew that from personal experience. She then added, "You know how I can take your whole dick right into my throat; right? But with his, I was lucky to just fit the head in. I'm talking huge!" I had to jerk myself as my wife detailed how she sucked another man's cock for the first time in her life, a huge black cock! I exploded almost immediately, splashing cum all the way up to my face and completely glazing my torso. Lynda watched me spurting, but just continued her story, "It's time," Jack told me, "I've been saving myself all week for this moment. Lay back and spread 'em wide. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, he told me. He didn't even explore my pussy with his fingers; he just crawled up between my legs, lifted them to his shoulders and held them there with an arm on each side. I was like his captive. His big cock head found my pussy on its own. He looked into my eyes and slowly pushed his hips forward. I was so wet and ready. I felt my lips spread apart over the blunt end of that bulbous cock head. I thought he was just about in, then he pushed harder. 'Oh fuck!', I screamed. He knew he was stretching me like never before. He just smiled and kept pushing. My hole finally gave way and that big fucker popped inside. It was so good, Ed!" "Ohhhh, fuck, that's so hot, Baby!" I admitted, letting her know how much I loved her fucking that man. I wanted to hear more; how else did he fuck her; did he lick her pussy; did she suck him off; did she discover anything new, like licking his ass hole; did she maybe finger his ass, or did he do her's while fucking her; did they use any toys; did he try to fuck her ass; did they talk about doing a three-way with me, or maybe doing a gang-bang with his friends? I needed to know everything. As I rubbed my load into my chest and belly, my well fucked, exhausted wife drifted off to sleep. It had been a long, hard night of non-stop fucking for her; and it was nearly seven o'clock in the morning. I turned off the nightstand light, now diminished by the rising sun, and closed my eyes. Thoughts of that sexy little girl next to me fucking a big black stud and taking his fist to please me; at least initially, played over and over in my mind. I woke at ten, thankful it was Saturday. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast; my wife's favorite omelet: bacon, green pepper, mushroom and cheese. In our twenty-years of marriage, I'd never done that; but after last night, she deserved it; and so much more. I'd never be able to do enough for her. When the coffee and toast were done, I fixed a tray and brought it to her in bed. Needless to say, she was impressed. She awoke with a smile, "You sweet man," she commended, "I'll have to make this up to you. You are so wonderful. Look at this nice breakfast!" she exclaimed as she sipped her coffee laced with brown sugar and a splash of Irish whisky, "But even better, you gave me the best gift of my life. I can't thank you enough for sharing me with Jack. It's impossible to tell you how much that means to me. I didn't know sex could be so incredible." "It makes me happy too," I admitted, "I've always fantasized about you taking another man, a big man; and when Jack offered, I thought maybe it might work. I'm so happy it did and that you're OK with it." "Okay?!!!" she exclaimed, "I'm absolutely, fucking thrilled! I'd have never known how awesome it is to be fucked like that if you didn't arrange it." "Well," I replied dejectedly, "What's that say about our sex life?" almost afraid to hear the reply. "I'm sorry, honey," she started. My heart sank in anticipation of even further rejection. She finally gathered her thoughts and continued, "Remember seeing your first, hometown, ten-minute fireworks show as a kid? You just knew it was the most spectacular sight of all time. There could never be anything more beautiful. Then, later, you saw the nearly hour-long fireworks extravaganza at Epcot, all choreographed to music that you could actually feel as well as hear, laser lights, torches that radiated heat and light at the exact right moment, erupting fountains and so much more; and you wondered why in the world you were so impressed with the little hometown fireworks display? It's kind of like that. Sex with you is great. I love your little dick. We've had lots of fun, and I've never complained; right? And you did give us three beautiful kids with it." "But fucking Jack is kind of like the fireworks analogy,"she explained, "He's bigger; way bigger! He lasts longer, goes deeper, stretches me tighter, completely fills my belly, and pumps a much bigger load. Not only does he stretch my pussy with his cock, he also magically stuffs his fist into it without hurting me. Talk about a thoroughly stretched, totally fucked pussy! And all the time, while doing it, he overpowers me with his big, muscular body and thrills me with those huge, hot, wet lips. He is a great kisser, but I told you that before; right?" "It's still fun to watch the little fireworks show," she concluded, "but it's the absolute, ultimate thrill to experience Epcot. If it's any consolation, I like sucking on you more than sucking his monster. Yours goes right down my throat and when you cum, I can swallow it with no problem. When I suck Jack, I struggle just to fit that massive head in my mouth; and when he cums, it's such a torrent I can't swallow fast enough. It gags me and I end up shooting cum out of my nose. He thinks it's cute; but I don't. What would be really fun is getting on my knees to give Jack my pussy while I suck your cock. Can we do that sometime?" she asked. She knew the answer without my reply. Her explanation left me wishing I'd been blessed with Jack's endowment, but still excited and thrilled that while she was happy with her new discovery, she still liked my cock, at least to suck on. She finished her breakfast and told me, "We need a new dildo, Ed. Take me wherever you get something like that. I want to pick out a bigger one; one like Jack's cock." I took her tray to the kitchen, cleaned up and did the dishes; another first for me, while she took a shower and dressed. She came down the stairs dressed like a street walker, but I wasn't about to complain. I was just grateful the kids were already out for the day so they didn't see her. I'd been trying for years to get her to loosen up and show more of her sexy charms, and wasn't about to complain. We pulled into the adult bookstore and theater, a first for Lynda. The parking lot was surprisingly full and when we walked in, she immediately caught the attention of several guys shopping the vid's and adult toys in the front of the store. Lynda was excited to see the never-before imagined variety of erotic items on display. After a quick check of the store, she gravitated to the dildos, taking special interest in the large black ones. She checked their every attribute; texture, firmness, length, girth and color. At least five guys crowded around us as she made her selection, a ten-inch, realistic black cock. "I need this one," she whispered to me, handing me a huge silicone cock that resembled Jack's. "Great choice, little lady," the only black man in the group surrounding us said, "Are you two married?" "Yes, we are," Lynda told him as she hugged me, "and very much in love." "I really like cuckold couples," he responded, totally ignoring me as he spoke directly to my wife, "are you interested in having the real thing? I'm experienced in these matters and know how to keep your cuck in his place while I service you." I wanted to interject; I was not a cuckold, but waited for my wife's response while repositioning my rapidly growing cock, trying to ease the tension imposed by my restrictive underwear. Lynda flushed with embarrassment as this obscene proposition was made in front of several onlookers. She realized that dressed as she was, and in a place like this, she should expect to be treated like a whore instead of a lady; but she wasn't accustomed to it. "Thank you, but we really have to leave now," she stammered. "Are you sure? Your cuckold hubby is ready to share you; just look at him playing with his hard, little dick," he responded, referring to my ongoing struggle to reposition my confined erection. "Perhaps another time," Lynda told him as we walked away. "I'm here most afternoons, after two. If you don't see me, just ask the clerk if she's seen Tyrone," he told her with a big smile. As we walked to the front of the store to pay for Lynda's selection, I quietly asked her, "Were you really considering doing him? You know not all black dudes have a cock like Jack's." "Of course not," she indignantly replied with less than full sincerity. The young girl behind the counter asked if we found everything we were looking for. I just gave her a nod, not wanting to extend our conversation of intimate, private matters. She recognized my discomfort and tried to put me at ease, making obscenely personal comments as if discussing the time of day. "Do you have any questions about your purchase? With such a large dildo, you'll need some lube. You'll need water-based lube for this one. I recommend this," she said, reaching into the glass display for a rather large bottle. "Thanks," I replied, "we'll take that too." "Is this for you; sweetie?" she bluntly asked Lynda. My poor wife just turned red and stood there, humiliated. "We have special offers for the ladies," the clerk said, changing the subject, "The back rooms are always free to the ladies. There's peep show booths; two theaters, one straight and the other gay; and private rooms. Ladies receive a free pass to all of those if you're interested." "I know about peeps and the theater," I told her, hoping my wife wouldn't ask how I knew, "but tell us about the private rooms." "They're for whatever you want. We charge twenty dollars an hour for using them. That includes clean linens for the cot. The room is yours for whatever you want to do. You invite whomever you want to join you, or just like the peeps, you can leave the door ajar as an open invite." "Maybe another time," Lynda replied, anxious for me to make the purchase and get out of there. On the way home, Lynda unwrapped our new toy for a closer inspection. "This is going to be fun," she said, "It's just like Jack's! Look how big this is!" she said with excitement, "Did you ever think something like this would fit completely inside my pussy? I can't wait to try it!" "So don't," I encouraged her, "Go ahead and get on it. Remember when we were young? You climbed onto my lap and fucked my brains out as we drove down the highway at seventy miles an hour, with the top down. I Had to struggle to get a glimpse of the road to keep us from crashing." She reached under her little skirt with both hands and pulled her thong off, leaving the skirt bunched up around her waist, then laid back against the door with a foot positioned against my seatback. She planted the other one in the footwell near the center console and spread widely. The effects of the bookstore adventure were evident. Her pussy lips spread and glistened with natural lube. She was ready for penetration. She put the huge dildo to her mouth and opened widely, engulfing the big knob. "Oh yeah," she said after pulling the bulbous head from her mouth, "it's exactly like Jack's!" She put the spit lubed head to her juicy pussy and, using both hands on the thick shaft, tried to pull it into herself. I glanced over as often as possible to watch her work it in. She was struggling, not being able to take much more than the big knob. "Silly slut," I told her, "You've got a big bottle of lube in the bag. Juice that big fucker up!" "Oh, yeah, thanks," she said and immediately drenched the ten-inch dick with slipperiness. Then, inch by inch, she pushed it into herself. She withdrew and reinserted it repeatedly, each time deeper. As the big balls neared her ass, she begged, "Help me, Ed. Fuck my pussy with this thing; please!" I had to release my cock from its confines before doing anything else. I was completely boned up, throbbing and leaking precum. I grabbed the balls of the big, thick dildo and repeatedly plunged it into my wife's pussy. "Oh fuck, Lynda!" I exclaimed, "Look at your belly! I can see it bulge when this thing goes all the way in. That's fucking hot! You're such a naughty fucking slut, girl. Where have you been hiding this side of yourself? I love it! My fucking hot wife! I love watching you fuck! You've got to do Jack for me. I've got to see you take the real thing like this!" I cried out as my cock spurted without being touched. Lynda laughed as I involuntarily shot spunk all over myself. "Yeah, I see you like watching me take a big one," she said as she grabbed the dildo to continue fucking herself as soon as I let it go. She repositioned herself, placing her feet on the dash and reclining her seat. "Pull up next to that truck," she panted as her orgasm started. I did as she wished, pacing the eighteen-wheeler so the driver could look down into our car for an unobstructed view of my hot wife's cunt working her new toy. "Is he watching?" I asked. "Yeah, he's definitely watching," Lynda moaned as she spread wide and pounded her pussy, slamming the whole length of that rubber cock into herself. She looked up at the driver, mouth open and face contorted, "Ohhhh!" she moaned, holding the big dick tightly against herself, wiggling it up and down while she was fully impaled, "Ohhh!" again, "I'm cumming! That man is watching me cum on this big black cock! He's looking right at my cunt!" I let her have her moment of extreme exhibitionism, then sped up to leave the truck behind. The driver sped up and sounded his horn, begging to follow us for more, but I went even faster and left the horny bastard behind. "Christ! You're a little exhibitionist too?" I exclaimed, more of a statement than a question. "I guess," she answered, "I've thought about doing things like that all my life, but didn't dare. I didn't know what you would think; and I know if I ever intentionally @@@@@@@ myself, and word got out, I'd be an outcast with our friends. This freedom is so fucking exhilarating! I love you more than ever!" she told me as she smoothed down her skirt, sat up in her seat and leaned over to kiss me. When we got home, Lynda raced through the house hoping the kids wouldn't see how she dressed for public appearance. As it worked out, the kids were out in the pool, giving her a clear shot to our room. While she stashed the new toy and took a quick shower, I went out to greet the kids. I found Carl and his girlfriend skinny dipping, as usual, and our girls, dressed in little string bikinis, lounging in the chairs. In their old age of nearly eighteen, they rediscovered modesty. They weren't prudish about it, often changing into their suits and drying off to dress in front of others, but for the last year or so, they seemed more comfortable with their privates covered. Even lounging in the house, they seldom sat around in the buff these days. We've always let them know, by example, that whatever they chose to wear or not is totally up to them. There's never been criticism in our home about nudity. We did, however, encourage them to masturbate in private. All of the kids needed an occasional reminder when they were younger; but with Carl, it became a routine thing. The whole family knew to just say his name loudly, snapping him back into reality so he'd either quit or go to his room. It's become a family joke now that he's outgrown the impulse to do it regardless of his surroundings. A few minutes after I'd taken a seat next to our girls, Lynda came out. "Can I join you?" she asked the young couple in the pool. She knew they wouldn't object, and now there were three skinny dippers. "Come join us, Ed," she suggested. And then we had four skinny dippers. Our daughters joined in the frolics, but choose to do so with their little string suits in place. Thirty minutes later, I'd gotten out and fired up the grill. We had burgers and hot dogs and talked about what we might do the next day. "We should ask Jack and his girls to join us for a cook-out. I'm sure the kids would like to meet them." Lynda suggested. "Sorry, Mom, got plans already," Heather said. "Me to," added Jane, "Carl is going with me to grandpa's to fix my car." "Another time, then," Lynda suggested, "You know you girls have a birthday coming up in a few weeks. Try not to make plans yet. I've got the most amazing surprise birthday gift in mind for the two of you, but you'll have to keep that night available." Both Heather and Jane begged to know what it would be while I had no doubt. Of course, Lynda gave no hints and I pleaded ignorance. We hadn't talked about it, and we definitely needed to.

CUCKED ON VACATION 2 OF 2 PART 2 A knot twisted in my stomach as my dick strained to full hardness. "Wow." I looked at her, stunned. "I guess Mark's proposition got to you?" I managed, blood pressure rising - simultaneously horrified and aroused that it might have. I was legitimately shocked that she would actually have chosen an interracial film, as we had never seen one together. A million thoughts began racing through my mind. She stammered, but didn't stop playing with her sopping mound. "No, I... I saw the Title, Naughty Wives - and tried previewing it. I don't know how to work the remote, I guess I ordered it accidentally." I believed her, but teased her regardless, "Uh huh. Sure you did babe." She blushed, temporarily closing her legs momentarily in embarrassment. "I'm serious..." she whined. I said nothing, but approached her on the bed. Vanessa's pussy looked divine, dampening and plump as her delicate fingers massaged her clit. I instinctively crawled towards her sex face first. She saw my intent and sexily opened her legs further, removing her hand. I began smothering her naughty bits with kisses, up her inner thigh, around her mound, and eventually planting deep and passionate ones directly on her swollen clit. She moaned immediately in response, grabbing my head and hair as I licked her. I couldn't help but noticed how incredibly wet she was. I glanced up to see her eyes fixated on the television, the moans of the the woman in the movie echoing from behind me. I removed my mouth to catch a breath, "Well? Do you like the movie?" I asked, somehow hoping she did. She nodded, and bit her lip, speaking in her sexy voice, "It's crazy, but I do. I've never seen a black one before." Her admission sent my blood pressure through the roof, and I couldn't help but further spur her arousal. "I bet you Mark's even bigger than that." I don't know why I said it. She clutched into my hair, moaning deeply. I kissed her clit again, continuing "You can admit you find him attractive, it doesn't bother me." "Mike, stoppp..." she whined, but clearly liked the direction I was going with this dirty talk. I shuffled up on my knees, and plopped my throbbing dick against her mound - entering her with ease. She began moaning immediately, louder than I had heard her in many years. In a moment of drunken arousal, I admitted it to her - again. "You know that I fantasize about you with a bigger man, right?" Vanessa clawed into my shoulders as I fucked her, "Oh god Mike! Keep fucking me!" My newfound arousal combined with the drinks down at the bar had removed my typical filter. "Oh I will baby, and when I'm done I'm gonna call Mark up here for his turn." Her eyes began to glaze, and I could sense a powerful orgasm brewing in her. I pushed her over the edge with my words, "I'll sit right there on that chair, and watch as he pounds you with that big cock of his. I know you want it Vanessa!" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body began to convulse, I had only seen her cum like this once or twice in our many years together. She bucked hard, moaning in pleasure. I looked down at her and came immediately. The lust, her beauty, and the admission of my cuckold fantasy was too much to bear. We clutched at each other as our bodies shook into post-orgasm relaxation. I looked at her, and her at me - we kissed passionately, and both soon fell into a deep slumber. We awoke late the following day, eventually heading down to the lobby for brunch. We both seemed be to gathering our thoughts on the evening until we finally sat down to eat. I looked across at her, she was as beautiful as ever, using her fork to delicately organize the eggs and bacon on her plate. Just as I was about to speak, she did. "Were you serious about what you said last night?" I was immediately excited to revisit the admission, and I spoke honestly to my wife, despite some embarrassment. "Yeah... I mean it's not something I think about all the time, but the thought of it does turn me on." She blushed, speaking quietly so as to not have others near us hear. "You're all I need Mike. I can't believe you're such a perv." She said it jokingly, and she smiled more - still blushing. She spoke those words, but the look on her face indicated that at least the thought of it aroused her as well, and that did nothing but inspire me. I matched her hushed tone, "I know I am babe, but it's just a kinky fantasy." I paused, "I guess hearing Mark admit to... what he does. I don't know, it breathed some life into it." Her face turned flush, and I pressed her. "Would you fuck him?" She played with more bacon on her plate, "Mike..." "Judgement free zone Vanessa, I know you find him attractive." "Yes, he's attractive - but we are married Mike - so no, of course I wouldn't fuck him." "Of course we're married, and we're always going to be married." I paused, and decided to paint an erotic picture to gauge her reaction. I spoke in a lighthearted, mater of fact tone. "We are at the bar tonight, Mark's there. We have a few drinks, you flirt with him a bit like you did last night. We go up to the room, the three of us. We strip you down, and he fucks you with that big cock of his. I watch - probably jerk off because I'll be so insanely turned on. Then we go to sleep, never see him again, and wake up knowing we had some kinky fun on a vacation one time." She dropped her fork and it clashed loudly against her breakfast plate, causing some people to glance over at us. Vanessa's face was flush and her eyes wide. "Okay Mike, that's enough." she spoke in a whisper - and I decided it best left alone for the rest of the meal. She refused to speak of it for the rest of the morning, and after a nap we eventually decided to head back down to the beach. This time we didn't stop to lay down our blanket, and continued walking along the shore, soaking in the lovely day. I kept glancing at her, making knowing faces, causing her to blush. We had never had a conversation like we did that morning, and I desperately wanted to revisit it. We had been walking for quite awhile when we approached a gathering of trees, and a sign. 'Clothing Optional Beyond This Point - No Phones - No Cameras' Vanessa looked over at me, shrugging playfully. "Might as well, seems to be that kind of vacation." On a whim we continued through the brush. At first it wasn't noticeably different than the portion of the beach that we had just left. We continued strolling, some couples fully suited, swimming in the ocean. We walked past an older Hispanic man, nude - with a small penis and a large gut. I saw Vanessa quickly avert her eyes. Then we soon ran into a slightly younger couple who were also nude, and not unattractive - but we both avoided staring. I had never been on a nude beach before and it somehow felt surprisingly normal, even relaxing after a time. That is, until I saw Mark. Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks, frozen, seemingly caught in a bad joke. I too, was kind of shocked by the chances of the encounter, having no idea Mark would be here, not even having the thought cross my mind. Suddenly I remembered him heading in this direction after our beach run-in the other day. He was walking over to us, entirely nude except for a towel draped over his shoulder - his massive cock was swaying below his waist as he strode. We stood there like idiots, unsure how to react. I quickly tried to gather myself as he approached. He smiled, greeting us. "Hey there guys. Surprised to see you at this end of the beach." His cock was obscene, massively thick and long, with a huge set of balls. I had never seen anything like it, and I quickly averted my eyes - finding words, fighting through the awkwardness of the encounter. "Yeah, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision. Carefree vacation mode and all." I vomited out a reply without coherency. "First time on a nude beach?" He offered, to both of us. I quickly replied, "Yeah - not many in Ohio as I'm sure you know." "Vanessa's idea?" He spoke, smiling at her. To my horror I noticed that my wife's eyes were locked on his manhood, Mark noticed as well. She didn't even realize that she'd been asked a question, My terror turned to amused arousal as I tried to snap her out of her trance, "Well babe, was it your idea?" Vanessa suddenly realized that she had been caught staring, her face once again blushing a deep shade of red. She put her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my god. How embarrassing." Mark calmly assuaged her. He seemed to realize that we were out of our element. "No worries, I'm used to that." He chuckled as he removed the tower from his shoulder, and began draping it around his waist to cover up. The damage, however, was already done. Vanessa continued to blush, stuttering, "I... I've just never - seen one that big." My blood pressure skyrocketed, and I was unsure of how to interject in the conversation, or whether I should at all. I couldn't believe my eyes, or my ears. My wife openly admitting to this man that he was larger than me, clearly much larger than me - aroused me to no end. "No problem at all, it's not the first time I've heard that." He smiled wide, clearly proud. "I'm actually gonna head back to my room, been out here baking in the sun way too long today. I don't suppose you two would want to meet for a drink later?" I looked at Vanessa, wondering just how much shame she might be feeling right now. I almost felt bad for her, but I realize it ultimately wasn't a big deal. "Babe? We didn't have any plans." She nodded slowly, coming to her senses but probably not even hearing my question, "Sure." she said. "Great, I'll see you guys at the bar." Mark replied, and quickly walked off. Vanessa stood frozen for a moment, seemingly with her mind blown. We looked and each other, saying nothing, and eventually turned to head back to the hotel. We were both silent the entire walk back to our room. Once we were finally inside Vanessa began to undress, for a moment I thought she was feeling intensely horny from the big cock sighting, possibly wanting to jump on me to quench her thirst. She walked up to me, kissing me deeply, but then she quickly made a move into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I stood there dumbfounded, wanting to hear her thoughts on the afternoon, on the bizarre and arousing encounter at the beach. But the only sound I heard was the showing turning on. Just as I was about to go take a seat on the bed the door re-opened. I saw Vanessa's head pop out. "Babe... Why don't you head down to the convenience store and buy some condoms. Magnums please. I'm gonna start getting ready for tonight." She closed the door behind her again. My mind exploded, and I stood still for a moment. When her words registered with my brain I rushed to the bathroom door smashing it open. Vanessa was naked, heavy tits hanging with one leg on the counter, shaving her legs. "You're going to fuck him?" I asked, breathing heavily, panicked, stunned, aroused. She glanced over at me, calmly. "Of course not silly, but I want to make sure we aren't being irresponsible in-case something stupid happens tonight. I'm not on the pill right now." I was confused, lost in a maze of perverted arousal, "I don't understand. You know I don't fit into Magnums." I recalled one of the first times Vanessa and I made love, me naively thinking I could use one of my roommates Magnum condoms. I assumed it would fit fine despite its larger size. However my dick went swimming in it, and it wouldn't work for sex. She replied, huskily. "I know you don't." I continued to be at a loss, asking again. "I don't understand. If you're not going to fuck him, and I don't fit into them... Why do we need them?" She pulled her leg down from the sink, turning to me. She leaned in, kissing me sexily, breasts mashing against my chest. She reached for my trunks, massaging my hardening dick beneath the fabric. "I just want to have some large condoms on hand, in case." She kissed me again, this time tantalizingly on my neck. "In case what?" I managed. She was toying with me. I hated it, and I loved it. She spoke again, looking at me with sex in her eyes, "Are you going to get them?" was all she said. In a trance, I nodded. A couple hours later my wife and I were headed down to the hotel lobby. Vanessa looked absolutely divine in a tightly fitted green dress, her brown hair cascading down to her shoulders. She was glowing with sexual energy. As for myself, I was filled with a more nervous energy. I was enamored with my wife's condom teasing earlier in the afternoon. There were a thousand butterflies in my stomach as I wondered where the night might lead us. We had a light meal and headed over to our typical spot at the hotel bar, for whatever reason it was quieter than usual on this particular evening. We ordered a couple glasses of wine and sat, simply regarding one another. Few words were spoken. I would graze her ear and fix an earring, and she would rest her hand on my knee, smiling sexily. We would lean in and steal the occasional kiss, and my eyes would linger on her cleavage, lightly glittered from moisturizer. It wasn't long before he arrived. Mark was wearing beige slacks and a snug dress shirt, he immediately pulled up a chair next to me. "Evening." He greeted us with a smile. "Good evening." Vanessa spoke sweetly. He quickly ordered a drink, and made sure to tell the bartender that we were on his tab tonight. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't have it. "It's the least I can do after the embarrassment I caused on the beach." "Nonsense." I replied, "Serves us right for exploring in places we shouldn't have." The conversation flowed naturally, despite the nude encounter earlier in the day. It wasn't long before we were all a bit tipsy, and I couldn't help but notice the lingering stares between Mark and my wife. An hour passed and the three of us were laughing and having a good time. Sexual energy was present in the room, and my mind continued to wonder about the possibilities for the end of the evening. Mark received a phone call, and it was apparently his wife. "Yeah babe." He replied, and stood from his chair, pacing near the bar in a conversation with her. I leaned in for a kiss with Vanessa, who smiled back at me with lively eyes. "Are you having a good time?" I asked, implying more, somehow. She nodded. "She wants to talk to you." Mark suddenly reappeared, phone in hand - directed towards Vanessa. "Huh?... Me?" My wife awkwardly replied. "She probably wants to embarrass me. Here, talk to her." He handed the phone to my wife, and took a seat, this time next to her. My wife's face began to turn red, "Hi! This is Vanessa." Her answers were all rather short, as if she was answering a session of rapid fire questions from Marks wife. "Yeah." A laugh. "Yeah." Another laugh. The appearance of a deep blush, and a quiet gasp. Her voice became rather hushed on occasion. "No." "Yeah." "I can't believe you're asking me that!" More laughing. She glanced up at me, "He does, actually." I was dying to know what they were talking about. I glanced down to noticed my wife adjusting her legs in her chair, her eyes now appeared somehow aroused, and my confusion was at an all time high. "I don't know." A nod. "Yeah I know." "Alright, well - It was really nice to talk to you!" "I will. Thank you." Her face was beet red as she handed the phone back to Mark. "Well, did she embarrass me?" Mark inquired quietly, joking. Vanessa was stammering to find the words, "Um... Not exactly. She was actually very complimentary of you." She took a sip of her drink as she said it. Mark laughed, pulling the phone up to his ear and began pacing again, finishing up his conversation with her. "What did she say?" I asked of my wife in a hushed voice. "You don't wanna know." She replied. "I do, actually." She looked right at me, "She was bragging about him, his endowment. She was trying to encourage us to go back to his room tonight. She was trying to encourage me to cuckold you." I nearly dropped my glass, time freezing, fantasy further creeping into the reality of this vacation - and right when I was about to reply Mark sat back down next to Vanessa. "Sorry about her, she's a loose cannon that one." He offered. "No, she was very nice." Vanessa's tone was innocent in her reply. Mark looked across at me this time, excitement in his eyes. "Is it true that you're actually keen on the idea, Mike?" The earth seemed to stop spinning as I pieced together what was discussed on the phone a moment ago. I glanced at Vanessa who's face was bright red and eyes wide. I didn't know how to reply, so I took a deep breath, and a long sip of wine, really searching for the right words. "In theory." I managed. Mark smiled, "Most men are, really. Most are also afraid to admit it - to themselves, to their wives." Vanessa was nearly shaking with nervous excitement, and Mark decided to help her relax by placing his hand on her thigh. "Here." He adjusted his seated position, moving slightly to face more towards Vanessa. "This is a little test I do with new couples. May I?" Mark gently reached for Vanessa's hand. Vanessa's face was crimson, but she delicately laid her palm into his. I later learned that Vanessa already knew what he was going to attempt, his wife having told her during their bizarre conversation. I was locked in a trance, a strange feeling present in my stomach, an aroused one in my loins. "Stop me at any time if this isn't working for either one of you." Mark somehow seemed extra genuine with the comment. I looked on in aroused horror as he deftly placed it right onto what at first appeared to be his upper thigh. However I quickly noticed the bulge running down his pant leg. My wife's hand was on his cock! Vanessa reached up to cover her mouth with her free hand, seemingly in shock. After years of fantasizing about such a perverted scene, to finally see it - it wreaked havoc on my mind. But I was immediately aroused. I quickly shot down a huge gulp of wine whilst glancing around the bar. I was relieved to see no one else on our side of the counter, Mark probably having already noticed that. He calmly removed his hand from hers, speaking softly. "Just leave it there Vanessa, explore it while you enjoy your drink." "My god." My wife let the words out in a whisper. "I can't believe I'm doing this." "Bah, it's just a little fun on your vacation. Right Mike?" He looked in my direction to gauge my reaction. "No harm at all." I managed, somehow. I continued to look as my wife's small hand slowly moved up and down the length of his concealed cock, gently grasping at his thickness through his thin pants. "Have you ever felt one that big?" Mark offered, calmly. Vanessa's blush deepened, but she managed a reply, "God no." We all sat in a totally delirious trance of lust and heightened arousal as my wife explored his manhood. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and high blood pressure Mark offered, "Seems like you're both enjoying this." Vanessa looked at me with worried, lustful eyes. "Mark, why don't you give us one minute to talk." I spoke. "Certainly." He stood, seemingly unconcerned with the massive tent in his pants as he headed to the restroom. "Do you want to go up to his room?" I asked, anxious, panicked, hopeful. "Oh god Mike what are we doing?" was her reply. I leaned in and kissed her. "We have been married for years Vanessa. We love each other and we are just spicing things up on a vacation - it's completely normal, and incredibly exciting."

CUCKED ON VACATION 1 of 2 Part 1 It was our first proper vacation in years. I breathed a sigh of relief as I gazed out our suite window towards the calm ocean waters of the gulf. After seven years of marriage and a limited amount of time off it felt therapeutic to finally have a week away all to ourselves. We had selected Naples because it was quiet, and peaceful, and a drastic change of scenery from the drab winter we had just suffered through in Ohio. I turned and looked towards the bed, where my wife rested in slumber. Vanessa was approaching thirty-five but she appeared more a girl in her twenties. She's a beautiful woman, really - standing she's roughly five and a half feet tall. Her frame is curvaceous and thick, having filled out slightly after our two children. I drank in her image as she lay curled asleep, expensive bedding draped across her plump behind, barely concealing her large natural breasts. My dick stirred suddenly. Our sex life had been less than exceptional in recent years, the both of us succumbing to the routine and daily stresses that sometimes make an appearance in a relationship. There was something about the expensive bedding and the ocean air that this hotel provided though... "Are you staring at me?" her voice snapped sweetly through the previously silent void of our hotel room. She had awoken. I smiled at her, "Couldn't help it, you look gorgeous." "Creeper." she joked, tossing a pillow towards me in vain. I mounted the bed, and moments later, her. I kissed her with passion, morning breath be damned. She opened her legs slowly, wrapping them around me seductively. I glanced down at her beautiful pussy, brown pubic hair trimmed and inviting, her glistening folds slowly pulling apart as her legs opened, exposing my home for the last decade, the place where I loved to be. I shuffled my boxers down just far enough to allow my five inches to strike outwards, and I immediately planted my dick against her dampening mound. We kissed again, tongues swirling. There was a passion present in this bedroom that had been sorely missed in ours back home, and before we could speak another word I was inside of her. Her moans were muffled but passionate as she buried her face into my chest. My wife's femininely sweet voice is notoriously sexy, and her coo's and gentle moans always aroused me to no end. I knew that I wouldn't last long, but I was desperate to make her cum. My mind wandered to the perverse thoughts that sometimes made an appearance in my head. Thoughts that made me curse my genetics for not having a bigger appendage, thoughts that made me aroused to think how Vanessa might react to one. I quickly shook them from mind, and just as I was about to lose control, I felt her orgasm clamp down on my shaft. We both came pleasurably. "That was great." she said with a smile, breathing heavily as she now lay next to me. A light sheen of sweat had begun to make itself apparent on both of our bodies. I kissed her deeply, "Sure was. This entire week is gonna be great." I said, meaning it. The hotel, more resort really, was incredible. Vanessa and I weren't wealthy, but we had saved up enough in preparation to really allow ourselves to enjoy this trip. On location there was a cavalcade of amenities, world class spa, world class gym, immense pool and exterior bar areas, a number of various restaurants, and not to mention the lovely surrounding beach. We spent that first full day wandering the premises, exploring the beach, and really soaking in the sights and sounds that would make up our surroundings for the week. As dusk fell we showered and prepared for a ritzy meal at one of the hotels finer restaurants. I enjoyed a succulent sea bass with a wine pairing and Vanessa, for lack of a better word, wolfed down a perfectly cooked filet. We quickly ran through a bottle of red whilst sharing smiles, laughs, and great conversation. My wife looked absolutely divine in her black low cut dress, which did an excellent job at accentuating her large tits and ass. I was pretty certain one of the bus boys nearly tripped through the kitchen doors while gawking at her. After dinner we decided to continue our escapades at the lobby bar, which was an immense room with crystalline light fixtures suspended from a massive vaulted ceiling above. We found a seat in between a few patrons and ordered a couple more glasses of wine. We sat for a moment to soak in our surroundings, and eventually struck up a casual conversation with the persons sitting next to us. Vanessa was chatting up another woman who was here on vacation, and myself - a gentleman who was in town on business. I actually quickly found myself enjoying the discussion I was having with Mark. He was visiting a local job site as a construction manager of sorts, and he often stayed at this particular hotel. I was in the same industry up in Ohio, so we quickly hit it off discussing our related careers, and then sports, and then a number of other topics. "Is this your wife?" He finally interjected during a quieter moment, nodding towards Vanessa. "Jesus, yeah. How rude of me." I turned to Vanessa, momentarily pulling her out of her own conversation, "Let me introduce you to Mark babe. He's in town as a PM, works hospitality construction similar to my line." Vanessa smiled wide, clearly somewhat loose from the copious amount of wine we had both been drinking. "Hi there!" She extended her hand, and that's when I noticed how large Marks were. Her delicate hand was engulfed by his palm as they shook in greeting. I couldn't help but notice that my wife's immense cleavage was on full display as well, and I saw Mark steal a reactionary glance. It was more than understandable though, her tits were nearly popping out of her dress. That was actually the first moment that I sized Mark up. He was maybe ten years older than my wife and I. I realized that he would probably be considered an attractive gentleman by most. He was black, tall, built, and with nice physical features. "Mike and I were sharing stories about our careers, but what brings you to town? A nice little vacation I take it?" Mark seemingly asked us both. Vanessa chimed in immediately, nodding, "Yep! It's been years since we've had a vacation, we just got out here yesterday. Have the entire week to ourselves." she smiled excitedly, her voice as sweet as ever. Mark nodded, "That's great. Yeah I'm actually here for about a week as well, but the wife hates it when I'm gone for this long." I glanced down at his hand, noticing his wedding ring for the first time. The conversation turned to home life, and we learned that he and his wife had been together for twenty years already, marrying relatively young. We discussed our kids, his kids, and a great many other things. It was clear that we both got on very well with Mark, but it was getting late - and we all eventually said our goodbyes for the evening. The majority of the next morning and early afternoon was spent in our suite. Vanessa and I had discovered a newfound vigor on this trip, and we had an exceedingly difficult time keeping our hands off one another. It was a youthful rush of sexual energy and I hoped it wouldn't end. After our bedroom romp we eventually headed down to the beach. It was late afternoon when we arrived, and we easily found a nice spot to stretch out. I watched as my wife peeled off her outerwear, exposing a lovely red bikini. I noticed that her skin was already slightly more bronze than when we left home. We relaxed for awhile, closing our eyes and soaking in the low hanging sun. I was about to drift off into a restful slumber when a familiar voice interrupted, "Hey there folks." I opened my eyes to see Mark, smiling down at the both of us. "Hey!" Vanessa replied, lowering her sunglasses to properly greet him. "Meetings ended early today, figured I'd hit the beach for a minute." Mark offered. I immediately noticed what excellent shape he was in for his age. His torso was chiseled and large, and he seemed to be even taller than he appeared the previous evening - but perhaps that was due the vantage point that lying down offered. "Nice." Vanessa replied, continuing, "Yeah we've had a beautifully lazy day." she looked towards me, smiling and stretching. I noticed a blush appearing on her face. At first I thought she was feeling some mild embarrassment about Mark seeing her in a bikini, in which she looked impossibly attractive. However I glanced back at Mark and immediately realized that wasn't the case. Mark was wearing snugly fitted bathing trunks, not quite as showy as a speedo, but certainly within the realm. Men typically only wear the sort when they are proud of something, and it was obvious that Mark was proud of what he was packing. There was an immense outline of manhood bulging outwards and downwards within the blue trunks. It was almost obscene, and I quickly averted my eyes. "Doing nothing is part of the appeal of a vacation." Mark replied, smiling wide. He continued, "Well, I don't want to intrude, maybe I'll catch you guys at the bar later." "Yeah man, for sure. We'll probably be down there later tonight." I replied. Mark nodded kindly, and walked off towards a secluded portion of the beach. Once he was out of ear shot Vanessa turned to me, smiling, "Was I imagining that?" She blushed. "Dude is packing." I said, in a matter of fact tone. I wasn't the jealous type, even though the size of his junk did bruise my ego somewhat. "How can his wife even handle that thing?" she wondered aloud. Her comment caught me by surprise, but the uninhibited comment aroused me - which was another surprise. I had certainly never heard her openly discuss another man's size before, and I decided to have some fun with her lewd pondering. "Don't be jealous, I'm sure you could handle it too babe." I quipped. It wasn't the first time I had joked with her about taking a bigger man, sometimes comments slipped out during sex - especially when my fantasies were rushing through my mind. Her blush deepened "Mike stop... Don't tease me." her voice was sweet and tinged with embarrassment. "I'm just joking around." I replied. The ocean air had lowered my inhibitions, and I was feeling comfortable discussing the idea of Vanessa bedding another man - even if it was just in a joking manner. "I have seen the way he's been looking at you though. I'm sure he'd kill for a tussle with you." I prodded her some more. Her blush persisted, but she spoke in a joking manner - flipping her hair back flirtatiously in the process. "Who wouldn't?" She replied. I laughed, amused by her mock confidence. Vanessa reached for a beer from our beach pouch, popped it, and took a large sip. She seemed to be full of thought, and a smirk flashed across her face. She spoke in an exaggerated tone. "Well, I have never been with a black man before." shooting me a teasing look as the words escaped her lips. I guess the ocean air was doing wonders to lower her inhibitors as well. My dick instinctively twitched in arousal. As we walked to the bar that night I couldn't help but think about Vanessa's comment on the beach. If she didn't find Mark attractive she wouldn't have even gone along with the joke. My wife had never really openly admitted to finding another man attractive, but it was clear she fancied him, and I'm sure his impressive manhood did nothing but intrigue her. We had been sitting alone for nearly and hour and I was strangely disappointed at the thought that we might have missed Mark. I couldn't help but notice Vanessa looking around for a sight of him as well. We were a few cocktails deep, snuggled against each other and riffing with the bartender when he finally arrived. "Evening folks." he said as he pulled up a chair next to me. "Hey there." I replied, oddly happy to see him. The three of us immediately dove into friendly conversation, and the drinks continued to flow. I noticed that he was a tad more flirtatious with Vanessa than he had been the previous evening, and I also noticed that my wife was willing to reciprocate. It was harmless really, lingering smiles, gentle touches of the arm during laughs, but they both were certainly enjoying the interaction. About an hour had passed when Mark received a phone call, he picked it up, still sitting at the bar. "Hey love." "Oh nothing, just down here at the bar." "Yep, I'm actually sitting with the couple I told you about." Vanessa and I glanced at each other in amusement. I guess we were worth mentioning. Mark laughed, "No, no I didn't. Not everyone is into that lifestyle sugar." Vanessa and I looked hard at each other this time, and I saw her face contort in intrigue. I had a similar reaction. "Yes yes, I know." Mark chuckled again. "Alright, okay baby - Alright. Love you too." He put the phone down. "Sorry about that." Vanessa and I must have been staring because he sort of looked at us and said, "Everything okay?" Vanessa was four cocktails in and incredibly free spirited when she was this far down the rabbit hole, "Sorry Mark, couldn't help but overhear. What is this lifestyle that we're not into?" Her face was red but her expression was engaged and her eyes lively. I chimed in, "Yeah I'm kind of curious as well." chuckling. Mark looked suddenly embarrassed, "Oh, you heard that. Sorry about that." Vanessa was desperate for a clue, "Well?" He fidgeted in his bar stool, looking momentarily uncomfortable, but replied. "Look, uh. My wife and I have an open marriage of sorts. We married very young and we don't really mind the other one sowing some occasional wild oats, if you will. She actually kind of encourages it in my case." My expression was blank but my blood pressure had to have risen. Vanessa smiled, blushing, intrigued. "Well that is certainly interesting.. But what does that have to do with us?" She asked, rather naively. I already had more than an idea. Mark chuckled, "Well I casually mentioned to Cynthia that I met a couple at my hotel. I told her that you both seemed like well established, good natured people. I also let it be known that the wife was particularly attractive." He turned to me mid explanation "Mike, I mean no offense." "Sounds like you were just being honest." I quickly offered. Mark chuckled again, continuing. "So naturally my wife asked if I was going to pursue anything. She wondered if you two might be into sharing." He seemed to look at Vanessa as he finished speaking, and I turned to her with a massive smirk on my face. You could see the realization move across her face as her expression changed. Her skin flushed beet red and she brought her hand up to her mouth to cover a dramatic gasp. I burst out laughing. Mark joined me with another chuckle, and continued, "So yeah, to answer your question. That's what I meant by lifestyle." Vanessa quickly took another swig of the cocktail, seemingly terrified. "Will you relax? You asked the man after all." I scolded her, mostly jokingly. She found her voice, "I- I'm a little confused. Your wife lets you sleep with other women?" Mark answered candidly, "Yeah, well, I'm only allowed to sleep with married women - she doesn't trust the single ones." He took a large swig of his drink, and continued, "I bull regularly for a married couple back home actually, and I'll occasionally meet a couple when I'm away on business." "Bull?" Vanessa asked, again rather naively. My wife was a brilliant woman, but this conversation had put her fast on her heels. "A Bull is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means that I sleep with married women. I love taking married women to bed." Mark replied, bluntly. There was something bizarrely arousing about Mark being so forward about the subject, especially considering that it was clear he would love to take Vanessa to bed, given the chance. I couldn't believe that after all my years fantasizing about this particular kink, that someone like Mark would show up and discuss it so openly with my wife and I. My wife took another sip of her drink, face still flush. I noticed her breathing was rather heavy, and she seemed to still be mulling over the realization. She spoke, "And the husbands allow it?" "Encourage it, really. I'll only partake if the husband knows about it, and wants it to happen. It's a huge rush for most men to watch their wife cuckold them." He paused, and directed a follow-up question towards me. "What about you Mike? You seem awfully quiet, and you don't seem as shocked as your wife here." Mark asked. My mind was racing indeed, and every perverted thought that ran through it somehow ended with Vanessa on her back, writhing in pleasure. This was cuckolding that he was speaking about. Another man was sitting here, in front of Vanessa and I, laying the prospect of cuckolding right at our feet. I couldn't believe it, and although I had fantasized about Vanessa with another man many times over the years - hearing a real life offer sent my mind into overload. "Mostly fascinated really, just kind of soaking it all in." I managed. Mark replied, "So it's safe to say you two have never done anything of the sort." He chuckled again. "I told my wife I didn't think you had." "Can't say that we have." I glanced at Vanessa, who was still blushing and visibly nervous. She shook her head in agreement. "Well look, I don't want to weird you two out any more than I already have. I also have a painfully early meeting tomorrow, so I think it's time I took my leave. Hopefully I catch you guys tomorrow." He stood, pausing as he left his cash on the counter. "Have a nice night." And with that, he turned and left us. My wife and I were silent for a moment, and then I turned to her and spoke, "I told you he wants to fuck you." We both broke into a muffled, absurd laughter. The elevator ride up to our room consisted of Vanessa and I pawing at each other like teenagers. I wasn't sure what exactly had gotten into us, but I'm sure Mark's kinky admission had influenced our arousal to some degree. We hopped into bed still fumbling at each others bodies when I decided to reach for the remote. "What are you doing?" my wife managed, between kisses. The brazen conversation at the bar had stirred my perverted mind into sexual overdrive. I decided to push things. "How about a movie?" I replied, realizing we hadn't watched a porn together in quite a few years. Vanessa smiled wickedly, blushing. "Go ahead." She acted as if she was relenting, but I knew she was aroused by the proposition. "You know what, I'm gonna clean up real quick - you pick the movie." I tossed her the remote and headed to the bathroom. I was near giddy as I showered, dick stiffening at the knowledge of what my wife might be doing in the other room. I was overly excited and cut the shower short to return to her. I still couldn't believe that we had discussed cuckolding with an actual bull - just moments ago. I quickly dried myself and threw on my boxers, rushing out the bathroom with erect curiosity. As soon as I opened the door the sound of feminine moans and bodies slapping hit my ears. As I rounded the corner into the main bedroom I was greeted to the erotic sight of my nude wife. She was lying on the bed with her legs wide, feet resting on the bedding below. She was massaging her pussy as she took in the images on the screen. Her tits rested sexually on her chest, jiggling slightly as she played with herself. I noticed that her cocktail dress was tossed on the floor along with her stilettos and panties. "I didn't mean to order this." She blushed when she noticed me. "Order what?" I replied, as I approached the bed finally glancing at the television. I was shocked to see a woman being pounded intensely by a massive black cock, her head arched back in pleasure as she took the large organ inside of her.

PART 2 Jessica took another large gulp of wine as her phone sounded with a text notification, she picked it up. She looked at it for a second and gasped "Oh my God!" she averted her eyes, and then looked again. "What is it?" I leaned in to look and nearly fainted. It was a picture that Karl had taken, it was a shot of Fred and Cindy in the midst of their romp. You could clearly make out Fred's mammoth organ partially inside of her, a good 8 inches or so left @@@@@@@. Adjoined to his sex was a huge black pouch of testicles, looking to be nearly the size of a tennis ball. Cindy's head was titled back in pleasure, eyes closed and bitten lip, her hands were clawing into the bed sheets as her sex was penetrated from behind. I hadn't noticed the other night, but she was still wearing her heels, and nothing else. I hated to admit it, but Fred was in damn great shape for someone in his late 40's, he probably had 7 inches on me, and 40 extra pounds of muscle mass. His muscles were rippling in the flash of the photograph. I looked below the picture and saw the accompanying message from Cindy, 'Look what you're missing girl! Delete this picture after you look at it!". I cant explain it, but it made my dick hard almost immediately. I looked at Jess, who was locked on the picture - I noticed that she was biting her lip. She looked at me, and without saying a word she reached for my crotch. She smiled "Oh, so you are hard? Maybe this does excite you." Words were caught in my throat, and I couldn't react. She continued to rub my throbbing erection as she looked at the image on the phone screen. "My god he really is huge. I've never seen a black dick before, they aren't all that big - right?" she began unbuckling my slacks with her free hand. I stuttered a reply "N-No... No way. Fred's one of the lucky ones." She kissed me, and began jerking my now @@@@@@@ dick "I don't know. I think Cindy might be one of the lucky ones." she whispered it. I erupted, the orgasm was incredible, I couldn't explain it - but her lewd comment sent me over the edge immediately, spewing all over her hand. She smiled, and started giggling "Busted! This does excite you after all!" I tried to recover "Uh.. No I just um.. Really needed that." "Uh huh, you really needed that because you're so horny from all this." She kissed me and wiped her hand off on my shirt. She picked up her phone and began texting Cindy, I panicked, looking at every word she entered. 'That's so hot! I can't believe that's his actual dick! He's so big' She tapped send and I felt a flash of terror, Jessica lifted her ass off the couch began peeling down her sweatpants and panties, all at the same time. She looked at the image on the screen again and then to me with her sexy pout face. "Babe... i'm so horny. Look how wet I am." She playfully smacked at her swollen pussy lips, they made an erotic slapping sound. My mind was mush, and everything was a blur, but I slid off the couch and dove face first into her sex. She was sopping wet. She immediately began moaning, rubbing her fingers through my hair as I ferociously lapped around her engorged clit with my tongue. Suddenly her phone sounded again, a moment of silence, and then more reaction from Jess "Oh wow she's really taking the whole thing... Jesus, look at that cock!" I began to stand but she objected, whining and hiding the phone into her bosom "Nooo... Baby make me cum first, make me cum and I'll show you." I looked at her, dropped to me knees, and before I dove back in I said "When did you become such a naughty girl?" She moaned as my tongue once again electrified her sex "Ohhh! I don't know... now. Now, after seeing Cindy with that big dick!" I continued lapping, squeezing her plump ass from underneath as I did so. She erupted in orgasm - not something she often did from oral, "Ohh! Fuck! I'm cumming baby." She was convulsing mildly, but I didn't let up, i ate her through to completion and she came to a rest, relaxed on the sofa, breathing heavily. She was smiling at me as she handed me the phone. There were two images this time, one of Cindy riding Fred cowgirl, he was completely inside of her, his large black hands pawing into her tiny ass as he thrust - like the first picture her head was arched back in pleasure. The next picture was a close up of Cindy kissing the side of Fred's massive cock. No description does it justice, but the towering tube of onyx was unarguably impressive, his two massive balls rested on the bed cushion below as Cindy appeared to make love to his organ with her mouth. I once again looked beneath the pictures and at the caption 'It feels like heaven when he's inside of me. Talk to Tim babe, I know for a fact that Fred would love to fuck you!' I shuddered, and handed the phone back to Jess, who had already put her pants back on. I walked around the back of the couch and I noticed her type a reply, I watched. 'I think Tim's excited by the idea *wink*.' she tapped send. I nearly fainted as my head began to spin. I saw her look up at me. She jokingly said "Oh yeah babe? Spying on my text message conversations?" I was stammering to find the words "This isn't exactly a normal, like, exchange Jess. I don't even know how to act right now." She stood up, walking around the couch and over to me, kissing me "Nothing has happened Tim, I love you and this is just silly fun, aren't you excited by all this? I know I am." Despite my pride, despite my ego, I had to admit it was exciting "... I guess - a little." Her phone buzzed again, she pulled it up so I could read it along with her. 'That's so hot!! Congrats!! What about you? Do you want to take a ride on Fred's amazing cock? *smiley face*' Reading that sentence caused my blood pressure to surge, and my dick jumped up to attention yet again. But it also sent a chill up my spine, I wasn't ready for any of this. I was in a state of mixed feelings, in a state of confusion, like never before. Jess looked up at me, and then back down at the phone, she began to reply, slowly 'Yeah, definitely.' she tapped send and tossed the phone on the couch, looking at me with sex in her eyes. There it was. I exploded in passion, ripping her clothes off faster than I ever had before. We fucked right there on the floor. The next morning I awoke in groggy fashion, half believing the night previous was a dream. I checked my phone and immediately sat up at the sight of the text on the screen. It was from Fred 'Hey Tim, spoke with Cindy. Wanted to invite the two of you over on Friday night, say 8:00pm.' That was it, just a nonchalant invitation to dinner, but it felt like the world was closing in on me. Jess awoke slowly, stretching "Good morning sexy, thanks for the fun last night." I wasted no time "Fred texted me" I said. To her credit, she didn't really react "Oh? What did he have to say?" I spoke frantically "Cindy already talked to him, he invited us over for dinner on Friday." Jess tried to assuage my fears "Babe, relax, we haven't done anything. We don't have to do anything." she paused "But last night was incredibly exciting, maybe we can play around with it a bit - use it as inspiration - that's all." "So we should go." it was more of a question, than a statement. "Only if you want to Tim, honestly. I love you no matter what." she sat up and kissed me passionately. "We can go and just have dinner, or we cannot go at all. My life will go on regardless of what we do." The drive over was surreal. We didn't speak much but there was a nervous energy in the car like never before. Jessica was wearing a sexy black dress, not overly fancy but it definitely accentuated her curves. One thing that had me rock hard when we first got in the car was the realization that she was not wearing a bra. "Cindy told me not to." was her hushed reply to my inquiry, and I had a hard time concealing my erection ever since - no pun intended. We noticed no cars in the driveway as we parked, and I think we both had assumed there would be other guests at Fred's house - but he opened the door by himself. He was smiling and dressed casually, but clean. "Glad you guys could make it, here." He immediately handed us two mixed drinks. "Something for the nerves. Careful - they're strong." He wasted no time complimenting Jess "You look absolutely beautiful tonight Jess. My God would you look at those breasts." He grabbed her by the waist and leaned in for a lingering kiss on her cheek, Jess reacted by blushing and brushing her hair behind her ear. He reached out and shook my hand, firmly "Tim, glad you guys are here, man." he patted my back as we walked in the door. My mind state was entirely loopy, it was a very surreal moment for me as we walked into his house and sat down on the couch. He had some light music playing and the TV was on without volume. Jess snuggled tightly against me on the couch as we both sipped our drinks, which were admittedly delicious. Fred was fixing a couple things in the kitchen as I decided to break the silence "No other guests tonight?" He chuckled "No, it's just the three of us this evening. How do you like those drinks?" Jess spoke "Delicious, even more so than usual." God - this was officially fucking bizarre. "Yeah i used a special blend tonight, it's a good relaxer, and an even better aphrodisiac." As he said that I realized we had both already finished our glasses, but he was returning to the living room with refills. He handed them to us and took a seat across the room. Somehow Fred managed to spark a conversation and keep it going about a number of topics, without feeling forced. He was working his charm and before long the three of us were laughing and to be honest - I somehow wasn't thinking much about the elephant in the room. I guess Fred was had a talent for misdirection. Before I knew it Jess and I were both 5 cocktails deep, having already ate I was suddenly feeling very comfortable - too comfortable. The room faded in and out a couple times, but I caught myself. Until I didn't. When I awoke I quickly realized my marriage had changed forever. I opened my eyes and saw my wife and Fred sitting across from me on the sofa. The top of Jessica's dress was pulled down to her waist and Fred was massaging her @@@@@@@ breasts as they kissed. I looked on in literal shock as I saw Franks large black hands caressing Jess's lovely white breasts, kneading them with passion, pinching at her erect nipples, tickling her soft skin. Just when I thought the sight couldn't get any more horrific I saw Jess's arm extended towards Fred's crotch. She was clearly playing with the outline of his supremely erect cock, rubbing up and down on his shaft through the cloth of his slacks. My stomach sank, but my dick and blood pressure skyrocketed. It was completely stunning to witness. Fred looked across and saw me, he smiled. "Welcome back Tim." Jess's eyes flashed wide, she looked in my direction. She instinctively tried to cover herself but Fred held her @@@@@@@. "Relax baby, he wants to see you like this." He put his hand back on her breast and continued to rub her "He likes watching me touch you." Fred stood, lifting Jess delicately to her feet in the process. Her beautiful tits were jiggling, @@@@@@@, as she stood, her face was flushed red, and her eyes seemed glazed. "Tim, I'm going to take your wife to my bedroom, wait here for 5 minutes and come find us - you know where it is." He grabbed her by her hand and they began walking down the hall. Jess avoided eye contact with me as she turned and left, her beautiful ass shaking as she moved, her heels echoing against the tile floor as I watched her disappear around the corner into Fred's bedroom. I wanted to scream, to rip the house apart, I wanted to go grab Jess and steal her away - but instead i sat. I sat with tenting pants and a incomprehensible amount of confusion racking my brain. I couldn't wait 5 minutes, I lasted 3 - and stood. I paced around the living room for 1, and then began walking down the hall. This time I didn't hear the bed, or moaning - but I continued on. As I approached the familiar doorway I saw a black dress on the floor. I looked up and was greeted by a sight that shook me to my core. Jessica was lying completely naked on Fred's bed, her lily white skin and incredible curves on erotic display. Fred was naked, on top of her. Both of their sexes were immediately in view. My wife's beautiful white pussy was wet, inflamed, and framed by her beautiful ass which laid softly on Fred's mattress. Her legs were splayed open, her entire being seemingly waiting to be penetrated. Fred was hovering above her, knees on the mattress. His massive black organ was resting on her navel, his incredible balls mashed against the top of her mound. He was leaning down and kissing her, her delicate white hands were resting on his back, her left leg resting on his calf, stroking his black skin. Fred turned his head and noticed me, he spoke "Your wife was already begging me to fuck her, but I told her to wait a moment. I wanted you to watch as entered her." He turned back and aligned the head of his hulking member at the entrance of her sopping wet sex. I had no words - I stood with dry mouth, heartbroken, dumbfounded, erect, with no ability to move. All i could do was watch. Fred plopped his shaft down on Jessica' s folds, he smacked his cock lewdly on her clit, massaging it with the underside. She immediately began to moan. After teasing her for a moment he began to slowly enter her pussy. As his large black tip slowly breached her white folds I heard my wife cry out "Oh! Ohhh! God!" She opened her legs wide, toes curling. He motioned back, and then thrust gently inside of her. Yet more of his hulking black cock was inside of my wife's gorgeous pussy. "Ohhh! Amazinggg!" she was moaning loudly and lewdly "Fuck me Fred!" he was pistoning inwards now, somehow Jess was taking him with ease, possibly because she was soaked. "I'm going to fuck you baby, don't worry. I'm going to fuck this naughty little white pussy like it's never been fucked before." He reached underneath her and clutched her ass, really gaining leverage and thrusting deep inside of her. In a trance I began to unbuckle my pants. Before I knew it Jess was in the throes of intense passion, moaning like I had never seen her - on a man's cock that wasn't mine. Fred began sucking on her breasts, licking at her nipples. She didn't last long, Jessica erupted into an earth shattering orgasm. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh fuck I'm cumminggg!! I'm cumming on that big cockkk!!" Her body was convulsing, her hands were clawing into Fred's back as her legs locked to his body in sexual contortion. Her moans were incredible. I nearly came from the sight of it alone. Fred encouraged her "That's right baby. We're just getting started. This black cock is gonna take you to heaven tonight." She didn't reply, but her moans were confirmation enough. It was indescribably brutal to witness, but it was also sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Fred adjusted himself, lifting Stacey up off the bed and facing her towards me on her knees. He aligned himself from behind preparing to take her from the back. It was the first time Stacey made eye contact with me since they began. It was hard to look at her, but she smiled a sweet smile, her eyes were glazed, her face flush, she spoke softly "He's amazing baby." All I could do was nod, slowly, sadly. Suddenly, her head arched back as Fred entered her once again. I saw him reach underneath and clutch her massive breasts as he began pounding her. She moaned loudly. As he riddled her body with overwhelming pleasure Fred commenced with the dirty talk "You like my black cock baby?" Jess bit her lip, eyes now closed "Mmmhmm." "You like this big black cock inside of your married pussy don't you?" She moaned "Ohh! Fuckkk!" I looked on as her gorgeous ass rippled against his assault. I couldn't believe her pussy was accepting his massive manhood. It was pumping in and out of her in its entirety, the shaft was coated in a lather of white cum - my wife's sexual essence, the most intimate thing she could offer a man. "Do I fuck you better than your husband?" Jessica moaned again "Ohhh! Fred! Mmm..." "Answer me. Tell the truth." Jess's hands clawed into the bed, she moaned and arched her head back "Ohh! Yes! Yes! Yesss!! You fuck me better than my husband! I love your big black cockkk..." another orgasm swept over her as the words escaped her mouth, she bucked, burying her face into the bed - her moans were loud and honest. The sounds of sex defined the room. Fred's muscular torso rippled as he took Jessica to heights that I never had. I looked on as her eyes rolled back in her head, as her beautiful breasts swayed back and forth in unison with Fred's thrusts. As her delicate hands clutched at the bed and her little toes curled in indescribable pleasure. Pleasure I had never given her. I blew my load, spewing on the floor, my head spinning as I came - I fell to the ground. When i came to Jessica had mounted Fred, who was now laying down on the bed. The first thing I noticed was the bottoms of my wife's heels, and then her incredible white ass bouncing up and down on Fred's beastly black cock. I wasn't sure how long I had been out but the bed was soaking wet, and Jessica was coated in a sheen of sweat. She moaned sexily as Fred encouraged her. "That's right baby. Ride that black cock. God damn I love showing married white girls what they've been missing. Tell me you love it." "Oh Fred I fucking love it. I love your cock." "You like cuckolding your hubby? You like being taken by a real man? You like making him watch?" Jessica increased her pace, I watched on in perpetual fear as the massive black invader slid in and out of my wife's lovely sex. Her tight labia clinging to his dark shaft, not wanting to let go. She moaned again "Fuck yes! It's so hot! It's so naughty!" "I want you to look him in the eye and tell him. Tell him he'll never fuck you like I can. Tell him now baby!" He slapped her ass like she was a bitch in heat. I looked on in horror as Jessica continued to ride him, Fred began smacking her ass cheeks repeatedly, reddening them in the process. She turned to me and spoke, in the sultriest tone I had ever heard "Tim, baby. I love you. I love you but look at what he's doing to me baby. Look at that black cock. Watch it go in. He's so deep in me baby, he's so deep and he's making me cum so good. I love you baby but you can't fuck me like he can. Did you hear me baby?" She really began picking up the pace, smashing her sex down into his incredible cock, grinding into him with passion "Did you hear me?" Fred began groaning, clutching into her ass. "I said you'll never fuck me like Fred can!! Oh Fred! Fuck!! Cum in meee!!" Fred roared, bucking violently as his massive balls contracted upwards tight to his shaft. He was unleashing a torrent of seed deep into Jessica's waiting womb. Jessica screamed loudly, cumming violently as she did "Ohhh!! Fuckkk yesss!!" Suddenly all was silent. Jessica had rolled off of Fred and panted as she lay on the bed. Fred was next to her. I snapped, in a sexual rage I jumped atop the bed and mounted my wife. I hardly recognized her sex, swollen, red, and oozing with another mans seed. I shoved myself inside of her all the same. She moaned softly "Oh... Tim." I had never felt her so loose before, but she looked as attractive as I had ever seen her. A goddess of sex laying satisfied on a foreign bed. She was looking up into my eyes as I thrust away. They were taunting, loving, adoring, there was so much in her eyes at that moment - I fell in love with her all over again. It only took a minute, but I exploded inside of her. She kissed my neck as I came, moaning softly as she felt me unleash into her. I sat up, breathing heavily, the cloud of sexual lust and confusion dispersing. Jessica's eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply - asleep. Suddenly I felt a slap on my back. "See! What did I tell you man!? How hot was that!?" Fred was laughing as he shook my shoulders, enthusiastically. "Told you Tim. There's nothing like seeing your wife cuckold you. I'm gonna hit the shower." he walked into the bathroom. I knelt there on the bed, in silence, deliriously content. END

So I have no idea if there is any interest in this however from time to time cuckolds share stories (fiction) with me. My guess is most come from Literotica and, to be honest, I seldom read them. I'm going to share a few here and encourage cuckolds who like writing them to share here as well. "Fred Pleasures Jessica" 1/2 I awoke in a stupor. It took me a long moment to remember exactly where I was, looking at my watch I noticed that it was nearly three in the morning. "Jesus" I thought "Jess is gonna kill me." I slowly gathered myself and arose from Fred's couch. I was alone. I guess the party was over, and I couldn't help but feel a touch of anger over the thought of no one waking me to let me know. My name is Timothy Grant, I'm 35 and I'm a Regional Sales Rep for a national supplier of high end office goods and furniture. Fred Norris is our Purchasing Manager, and friendly with most everyone in the company. Every few months he hosts a little get together at his home. I typically attend these gatherings with my wife, Jessica - but tonight she was called into work. I was pretty disoriented and having a hard time as I stumbled through Fred's house. This was a rare, unfortunate moment. I wasn't the guy who passed out at a party, nor was I the guy who couldn't hold his liquor. I began reaching for my car keys on the table when I heard a loud noise from down the hall. I didn't catch what it was at first, but then it happened again - it was the moaning of woman. I froze in place, unsure of how to react. Standing silently for a moment I soon heard the jostling of bed springs and more moaning. I was intrigued, but realized this was my cue to leave. I slowly began walking towards the door when suddenly, a cry "Oh! Fuck! Fuck me Fred!" I froze again, this time in stunned amusement. Frank was single, and reserved, and polite - this was too curious. If that wasn't enough I was sure i recognized the voice of the woman, I was just too groggy to place it. Inexplicably, and against my better judgement, I began walking down the hall - slowly, silently. As I neared the bedroom doorway the moaning was reaching a fever pitch. It took all my courage, but I peeked inside. To say the sight was a shock would be a tremendous understatement. A naked Fred was on the bed pounding a blonde white woman from behind. I quickly realized it was Cindy. Cindy was the wife of one of our co-workers, Karl - she was also pretty good friends with Jessica. My heart immediately sank for Karl, but my dick stirred at the sexual sight in front of me. I blinked once, and again - this didn't make any sense. Fred was in his late 40's but admittedly kept himself in great shape. He's a former college athlete, a large black guy who despite his size most would consider unassuming. I suppose most women would find him handsome, but not in an overt and obvious way. He's a great man, always willing to go the extra mile to help out at the office, and respected by most everyone at the company. Yet here he was, fucking a co-workers wife. Despite my disappointment, I couldn't help but notice how erotic the scene in front of me was. I had never seen interracial sex before and the contrast of Fred's large black body against Cindy's dainty white one was exciting to witness. Her head was tilted back with her lip bitten and her eyes closed, she was now trying to hold back the moans of pleasure. Her small breasts were shaking back and forth as the slapping noises of their joining sexes filled the room. Suddenly, I saw a phone screen light up from the corner. My second shock of the night was noticing Karl in the room. He was standing in the corner, nude, stroking himself while watching the erotic scene on the bed. My jaw dropped, my mind couldn't process any of it, between the alcohol, the late hour, the absurd sight in front of me - I thought I was going insane. Just as I was finding the composure within me to turn and leave Fred and Cindy switched positions. As Fred was pulling Cindy off of him his cock fell out of her and into view. At first I thought it was a dildo, or that my mind was playing tricks on me. The thing was absolutely massive, probably close to a foot long and very thick. I quickly averted my eyes from it and right as I was moving to leave I felt a moment of terror. I wasn't sure - but I thought Fred had seen me, as I was pulling away from the doorway I caught a glimpse of his face looking in my direction. I didn't look back to double check, I moved quickly and quietly, scurrying out the front door and making sure to close it silently behind me. The drive home was a blur, and not just because I was still recovering from the alcohol. How could Karl sit there and watch that? What led to that situation? Did he lose a bet? If so those were some seriously high stakes. It didn't look like he was angry. If anything he was enjoying it - as evident by him jerking himself off. I shook my head in complete confusion, but also couldn't get the image of Fred and Cindy out of my mind. All of a sudden my phone buzzed, it was a text. After glancing at the 5 missed calls from Jess my heart skipped a beat when I noticed this last notification was from Fred. 'Would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about that. I'd like to talk on Monday so I can explain' "Fuck." I said it aloud, I was caught. I pondered for a second, and replied 'You don't owe me an explanation, I shouldn't have wandered down the hall, won't say a word' A minute or so passed, and another reply. 'It's important that you don't Tim, I don't want to hurt Karl and Cindy's marriage with gossip - I know you're a good guy who wouldn't do that kind of thing, but being responsible I need to make sure. Please give me a few minutes on Monday so I can explain' I suppose it was the least I could do after spying on them like some drunken pervert 'No problem, we'll talk then. Really sorry about catching that, I was drunk and stupid' Frank, ever the understanding soul, replied 'No worries, natural curiosity I'm sure - see you Monday' I arrived home minutes later and Jessica was still awake, pacing around the living room in her nightgown, her large natural breasts bouncing and brunette hair in a mess. "What the hell Tim! I tried calling you like 10 times!" I immediately commenced with an apology, "I'm sorry babe, I don't know what the hell happened but I passed out, just woke back up at 3 am - I guess all those hours in the office and on the road these last couple months must have caught up with me. I'm embarrassed as shit, sorry." Thankfully, she relented quickly, we had good trust established in our marriage and she had no reason to worry other than for my safety. Her reply was direct "You should be! I know you've been working hard Tim but that's no excuse to pass out like some juvenile idiot. Try to pace yourself or come home earlier next time babe, I was worried sick!" she approached and gave me a relieved hug. Jessica is 31. She's a gorgeous woman by anyone's standards and I'm absurdly lucky to have her. She's an ER nurse at the local hospital and nearly ever patient under her care falls in love with her. Jess is a beautiful 5'-4" brunette with large natural breasts, an hourglass figure, and a killer ass. She has pale skin and an angelic face with classically feminine features. She's not only beautiful, but kind, quick witted, and assertive. She was looking up at me with her feisty hazel eyes and I couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal. The sexual scene from earlier had left an impact on me, and my testosterone was high. I grabbed her and kissed her passionately, moving my lips down her neck and clutching at her side. I got lucky, because she seemed to be willing and in the mood. Jess immediately reciprocated with kisses of her own and before long we were both nude on the couch. I was pumping my 6 inch dick into her as I leaned in and continued kissing her passionately. Even though I had developed a mild belly and wasn't as energetic as I once was, I could often bring Jess to a satisfying orgasm - I was sure tonight would be a success in that department. She wrapped her beautiful legs around my lower back as I continued to thrust. My mind wandered back to the events from earlier, and for some reason I recalled the many times Fred had been flirtatious with Jess at those parties. Jessica enjoyed attending them, and even though she was always respectful, she did seem to get a kick out of flirting with Fred. For some reason I thought about Fred's motivation and the possibility that maybe he had hoped to have Jess in Cindy's position, pounding his massive black tube deep into my wife. All of a sudden I was erupting, luckily Jess was reciprocating with her own small orgasm. I bucked violently, and came to a rest breathing heavily. Jess was also breathing rapidly, she kissed me again, and spoke "Try not to pass out at other peoples houses babe, we aren't in college anymore - it's not a good look" she chided - jokingly. I smiled, nodding in agreement. I thought about telling her about earlier, but I had promised Fred not to talk about it. I tell Jessica everything and was confident I'd tell her this as well, but wanted Fred to at least have a chance to explain it before I did. Besides, I was too tired and it was too late to get into it just now. I needed some fucking sleep. As I drove in on Monday I was a bit nervous about the upcoming chat with Fred, but as the day progressed I got so busy I nearly forgot about it. It was near 5 pm when I remembered and finally headed into his office. I closed the door behind me, Fred was finishing up a call. "Thanks for coming Tim." My nerves suddenly reappeared, and I stuttered, "Y-Yeah, sure thing." "Let me just cut to the chase. What you saw the other night is a pretty regular occurrence at my home. There are a few guys that like to share their wives with me. I wont tell you who else, but you stumbled upon Karl and Cindy." I was floored, and I think my face showed it. Fred continued, "Tim why don't you take a seat, I assure you this isn't as crazy as it sounds." I obliged, and sat. "Look, one night a few years back myself and another couple had a few too many. I don't remember exactly how or why but we ended up in my bedroom and we ended up in bed. During the act the husband noticed how big I was, and how much his wife was loving it, so he reserved himself to watch. Not much was said of it but the for the next few months they would come over, and he would watch me with her. A few months after that I was approached by another guy from the office, who had spoken with the previous husband, and then same sort of thing developed with this new couple. After that, Karl and Cindy, although the other night was my first time with them." He paused, leaned back in his chair, and sighed "I'm not sure how else to put it." I struggled to find my voice, but managed "I uh, I... dunno Fred, that definitely sounds pretty crazy." He paused for a moment, and laughed - loudly "Yeah, I guess now that I heard myself say it like that - it does sound pretty wild." His laugh relaxed me a bit, so I inquired, "I don't understand, what the hell do these guys get out of it? What do you get out of it?" "It's just a kink, Tim, and it's more popular than you think. I don't mean to brag but I'm very well endowed, much more so than Karl or any of the other guys that partake. Most husbands get off on seeing their wives pleasured." He continued "At first it was just weekend sex, but after awhile I started to get off on the power. It gives me a rush to take a wife in front of her man, knowing that i'm making her pop like he can't. Sometimes I talk dirty to the woman, reminding her of how much better I am than her husband. That typically incites them into powerful orgasms - it sure did for Cindy." I guess my mouth was agape, or maybe I just looked dumbfounded in general because Fred commented on my reaction, laughing "Jesus Tim, lighten up - its just sex." I responded "No, no. I mean I'm not judging or anything, at all. It's just... I've never heard of anything quite like this." Fred replied, casually "Man, its just cuckolding, it's everywhere. I'm pretty sure its the most popular fetish among married couples. If more people could separate sex from love it would probably be happening in every marriage going." I was still having a hard time reconciling this information, but I had heard that term before. I thanked Fred for his time, not wanting to linger much longer in this awkward conversation "Alright man, we'll I appreciate you clearing that up. You have my word that I won't mention this to a soul. As I said, it's really none of my business." I stood to leave. Fred stood and shook my hand "Good man. That's great to hear - I'm really trying to avoid causing any problems at the office, and one word of this to pretty much anyone would cause big ones. Thanks Again." Fred paused for a moment, and as I was getting ready to walk out he continued "Look, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, and you shouldn't - Because like I just got done saying, it's just sex. But now seems as good a time as any to mention this..." I stood waiting, fidgeting nervously, wondering where he was going with this - fearing. "Basically Tim, if you and Jess ever found yourselves intrigued by this kind of thing - I would absolutely love to take her to bed. Shes a beautiful woman, and i firmly believe that it would be a thrill for her. You could watch, join in, whatever gets you off - but I'm confident you'd love it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I wanted to knock the guy out, but I restrained from throwing a punch. I tried telling myself that this was just how he looked at things, I also cross referenced my reaction here and now, against all the other times Fred has been an excellent coworker and an even better guy. I took a deep breath, calmed myself, and answered. "Look, Fred, I'm not sure that's an appropriate line of questioning..." He cut me off "Say no more Tim, I'm sorry - with completely sincerity I meant no offense - I'm just looking at things differently these days, and trust me when I say your marriage only stands to gain from this kind of fun. But I respect your answer, and your position - and won't mentioned it again." I was so confused, mostly by his carefree attitude towards the entire topic, but I nodded, and walked out. Later that night I was sitting down on the couch watching TV with Jess. I had tried to eradicate the memory of the party and the subsequent conversation from my mind, but was having a hard time doing so. We were sipping on some wine together, watching some re-run when Jess surprised me. She spoke, with a 'guess what i know' look on her face "So. You won't believe what Cindy told me." A cold chill went up my spine, knowing damn well what she was about to say. I tried to mask my concern, maybe it wasn't what I had feared "Oh? What's that?" "You cannot tell a soul Tim, this is serious, and crazy!" She proceeded to explain most of what I had already seen and before she could get too far into her story - I interrupted her. "Jess, I know." I had to be honest with her. "What do you mean, you know? How do you know?" My face flushed red with embarrassment "When I was leaving the other night, as I was walking out the door I heard a ridiculous commotion from down the hall. I went and looked in on it and that's when I saw Cindy and Fred... and Karl." She was shocked "What do you mean you saw them? What did you see?" "I, uh, Jesus. I saw Fred with Cindy, and Karl watching." "You saw it!?" "Only for a second, I turned to leave after I got over the initial shock." "Oh my god..." she covered her mouth in disbelief, "Did anyone see you?" Again, my face flushed red "...Yeah, Fred saw me - we had a conversation about it today at work - he asked me not to tell a soul." Jessica jumped up, not knowing how to react to it all "This is crazy! What did he say? Why didn't you tell me Tim!?" "I was going too babe, I've just been trying to process all of it. He said probably what you already know, that he's been having sex with a couple wives from the office, and that he just started with Karl and Cindy. He said it's called cuckolding and that its very popular, and he - again - said its private and to not tell a single soul about it." Jess's face was flush "I don't get it - why would the husbands let Fred fuck their wives?" "Apparently, it turns them on." She shook her head "That's so bizarre, but that's what Cindy said as well." "What exactly, did Cindy say about it?" It was my turn to go on the offense. Now she was the one blushing "Umm." she paused "She said she heard about Fred from a friend, but she wouldn't say who for reasons of privacy." "What do you mean heard about Fred, she's known Fred for years - what about him?" Jess stuttered a bit "Uh, that he's... very big - down there. Huge even. That he's willing to do this sort of thing." I tried to hold my poker face, but I guess I failed. She continued, "You didn't see his... thing, did you?" I didn't want to dwell, so I just admitted it "Yeah, it's big." I could tell my answer excited Jess to some degree, and that worried me a bit, but for some reason it also amused me. Jessica, face flushed, continued "Wow, so Cindy wasn't lying... She was telling me that Karl and her have been in a rut, sexually. She was tipped off to this by her friend, and as coincidence would have it, Karl had already heard the same from the other husband. I guess they got drunk and admitted it excited them, and then got drunk again and took the plunge. She said they love it, and that she's never had orgasms in her life like she has with Fred." I pressed on "But how does Karl deal with it? I mean what the fuck, man." Jess replied "Cindy says he loves it - I know, I don't get it either. She said it turns him on like nothing else to see Fred pound his huge meat into her." I couldn't help but feel my dick stir at my wife's lingo. "What else did she say?" "That's it really..." Jessica stopped, but it was clear that she was withholding something. I continued "Jess... What else babe? I can tell that's not all she said." She blushed heavily "She said I had to try it." her voice cracked as the words escaped her mouth, and she caught herself "But I told her to fuck off, I'm married." That pissed me off "That slut! I thought we were friendly and she goes and recommends that you cheat on me with Fred - what the fuck man, wow. I'm gonna ream her a new one next time I see her - that bitch!" Jess tried to calm me down "Tim you can't say anything, it's too messy. And in the interest of full disclosure, she didn't tell me to do it behind your back, she said to tell you about it and talk you into watching. That you'd love it." I laughed, loudly "Oh that's rich - The nerve of that woman." Jess took another sip of wine, and continued "This whole thing is so strange, who knew this kind thing was happening, let alone within our group of friends." I took a few sips, shaking my head in confusion. Jessica asked "Did Fred say anything else to you?" I don't know why I admitted it, I guess I just wanted everything out in the open - I didn't want to turn this ordeal into anything secretive and perpetuate it - so I just told her. "... Yeah actually - much like Cindy, Fred pissed me off at the end of our little talk." Jess remained, silent - listening. "Fred basically said to me, that if we were interested in any of this - that... That he would love to take you to bed." Jess nearly choked on her wine, sitting up "W-What!?" I shrugged "Took everything I had not to knock him out - It's just so strange because Fred's been such a good dude for so many years - and now this." She was wide eyed and her face was flushed "I-I can't believe he would say that." I continued in a sarcastic tone "Yeah, he was basically - Hey Tim, I think Jessica is beautiful and I would love to fuck her with my huge cock while you watched - I think you guys would love it." I burst out laughing at my absurdity.

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