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Single vs. Married White Women

2023-12-07T16:24:00.003-05:00

There’s one question I’ve been getting repeatedly from numerous people writing to me through my Master SHANGO Zone blog, and that question involves why I don’t usually write articles that refer to single white women wanting to date black men, or that I don’t present as much photos that show young, single white women who desire black men.

The question can go either way, but the basic thing is why I don’t spend as much time talking about single white women seeking/loving black men. I’d love to answer this question and put to rest whatever dilemma it might have wrought in the people’s minds that have been harboring such.

Let me make myself clear that I do often talk about single white women wanting to submit to black men. I do. Except it’s something I don’t do regularly, and I’ll explain with the following reasons below.

1. The Wanton Single Ladies:

I share this viewpoint not just with myself, but I know others out there too would agree, that when the human body reaches the stage of Puberty, it undergoes a cyclic awareness of its inherent sexuality. Boys are going to want girls, and likewise the girls are going to be making moon-eyes at boys. As it goes for single white women, there’s the serious intention of wanting to get as much sex they can have without the notion of wanting to settle down beckoning on the near horizon.

Entering the new millennium, it’s easy for any white women to make a couple of clicks online to find a suitable mate to come handle her body for the evening and beyond. More and more single white women are embracing the interracial lifestyle with full onslaught. The thought of them ever being hindered back by societal eyes is gradually becoming nonexistent. However, this isn’t usually the case with married white women, or Milfs.

For a Milf, there’s always the fear/worry of exposure by her peer group, or the thought of society casting a frown on her wanting to experience such explicit activity. And even should she desire such, she can only do it with the fervent guidance and support of her husband/cuck hubby.

Even when that happens, there’s always the need for discretion. However, this doesn’t always conform with all married wives, so I hope no one would take my word as an act of judgment. What should be emphasized is that it’s easy, especially through online social media or friendly circles, for a single white woman to get as much black men she desires to come have sex with her than it is for a married white woman to enjoy. A wanton single white chick can walk into any reputed black bar and leave with one or two men in her arms. For a white Milf, that’s too much of a stretch. Hence my blog is there to instill the desired courage Milfs lack toward obtaining this goal.

2. Singles love Interracial; Milfs desire Cuckoldry:

The Cuckold lifestyle was something desired and mostly goes with married wives/couples who desire a lover for the wife. The hubby acts as her wall of encouragement, prodding her along toward enjoying her new-found sexual satisfaction with his blessing, and now and then involving him as well in the submissive process. This sort of lifestyle doesn’t work fine for single white women . . . not unless she already has a white bf on the side, whom she desires wanting to assume cuckold duties.

As I’d already explained, single white women want to fuck all year around. They want to fuck as much cocks they can get. With a Milf, her foremost concern usually involves discretion as well learning to separate her individual sexuality from her life as a mother/wife in her homestead. It’s not often that most Milfs can juggle both, at least not without the loyal support of their spouses. And even when they do, most Milfs have a shorter lifespan of wanting to enjoy their cuckold lifestyle before eventually resigning back to their dull, wifely self.

A Cuckold lifestyle is never actualized until it involves a hubby and wife desiring to submit to their submissive sexual urges. Whether or not the hubby should wish to enjoy in the lifestyle alongside the wife is entirely up to them. A single white woman can only enjoy her sex with her long list of black lovers, or unless she has an individual one to surrender to.

3. Social Media & Dating Sites

You’ve seen countless ads on your streets, in the social magazines that you often read . . . especially when you fill on to your favorite TV channels, or sit back to watch a dull Hollywood rom-com, so you should know what I’m referring to. Majority of advertisements and TV/movie shows that present erotic snapshots of daily romantic lifestyles are geared mainly toward satisfying the minds and erotic impulses of single women. That, too, includes online social media and even porn websites that showcase young and fresh-looking nubile debutantes.

There’re more erotic blogs, websites and dating sites made for single women than any that carters toward Milfs. Even if you read most romance/erotic novels, majority of the characters in them are geared toward arousing the hearts and minds of single women.

My Letter to a White boi #533

2023-06-13T08:59:00.000-04:00

I’ve got your bitch, white boi! Yeah, she’s your wife, but she ain’t nothing of that when she’s with me. When she’s with me, she’s my bitch. She’s my fuck-toy. Ain’t nothing else matters to me none.

Don‘t get mad, white boi. Your ass knew what the game was before you bothered to play. You knew that once you gave your woman to me, that she wasn’t going to go back being the typical housewife you always thought her to be. Nothing of the sort is happening here, white boi. On here, my dick is all the bitch knows.

Your bitch knows well enough who owns her, and guess what, it ain’t you! When she’s with me, she don’t ever make out like she’s your wife. Sure, she still wears her wedding ring, but that don’t mean shit to me. Your bitch knows that when she’s her Black Master, her foremost duty is to serve and please the fuck out of me.

Don‘t matter what hour of the day, or whether you’d be bothered about when next she’s coming back home. And that’s another thing I need to talk with your white boi ass: don’t be calling my crib too much asking me when I’m sending your wife home to you. As long as the bitch is here with me, she’s doing nothing but studying for black dick.

You hear that, white boi? That’s black motherfucking dick! It goes in three separate places in your bitch: her mouth, her cunt, and her fucking tight asshole. I’ll let you guess which hole’s my fucking favorite next time I ship her off to you. Until then, stay off the fucking phone, you hear?

I know you’re anxious for your woman, white boi. You want to know how far gone she is from you, whether she’s gonna remember anything about her time spent you with by the time I get done with her. I’ve got both good and bad news for that, white boi. The good news is of course, she’s gonna remember you. She’s your fucking wife, remember? Ain’t shit changed on that aspect. But the bad is that everything you thought you knew about the bitch is gonna turn to nought. Don’t be expecting the same woman you left with me, is what I’m saying.

The fact of the matter is you’ve been holding your bitch back all these years. You filled her head with all that nonsense about her being a terrific housewife to you and the kids, saying she’s your backbone (boy, did I get a light outta that when she mentioned it to me), and without her, you don’t think you’d find life worth living. Ain’t that such a cute thing only a wimp would say about his woman.

You’ve been selling a lot of bullshit to your woman all this time, keeping her from becoming the true slut that she wants to be. The real whore that’s inside her that you’ve been keeping under wraps. You thought you was gonna get away with it all this time. Well, I’ve got news for you, sissy. The cat’s now out of the bag, and ain’t no way it’s going back inside no more.

Get upset all you want, but if you knew what I know, you’d be thanking me for a job well done, boi. I promised remarking your woman into what she craves to be, and the results are in. She can’t stay away from wanting my dick now. You should be here to see her for yourself; don’t worry, in time you will.

Regards,

Master Shango.

Where My Husband Sleeps

2022-07-24T09:20:00.001-04:00

My husband sleeps on the floor beside the bed whenever my lover comes over to spend the night. He either sleeps on the floor, or he gets to have the guest bedroom to himself.

Whichever one he prefers is fine with me, as long as he knows he won’t get to occupy the bed with us.

Jeffery didn’t always like it, but as he loves watching me and my lover fuck, he knows he has no choice. It’s his only means of getting to see how well my lover pleasures me in the bedroom. Jeffery has to abide by our rules or he would only listen in on us from outside. Not a reasonable option, which is why he much prefers the floor.

Ricky, my lover, gets a kick out of humiliating Jeffery whenever he can. He is always the real man in our home; Jeffery is always an obedient puppy when Ricky drops by, and would do anything Ricky asks, as long as we don’t stop him from watching us fuck. Jeffery is quick to get Ricky a beer from the fridge whenever he wants one. Ricky doesn’t ever fuck me with a condom, and he much prefers cumming inside my pussy so that Jeffery can lick me clean when we’re done.

Jeffery loves sucking and cleaning Ricky’s cock, too. But he has to beg Ricky for it. Sometimes, Ricky gets to taunt him and slaps his cheek with his prick. Jeffery has no choice but to take the punishment, knowing that he would get to suck Ricky’s cock later, but only after I’m done with him.

I have a large butt, and Ricky loves fucking it. He loves fucking me doggy-style or letting me ride him. I much prefer riding him, that way he gets to slap my butt and spur me to riding him faster and harder. Either that or when he gets on top of me, then I feel his cock ramming deep inside my cunt. His cock is like a spear the way he gets to stabbing my womb with it, making me cum faster. I tend to lock my legs over his back and try talking to him, telling him how much I love him and want his cock. I let him know how bad I’ve been wanting his cock inside me, and that I can’t wait for him to cum.

Jeffery and I have talked regularly about me getting pregnant. Only recently did he agree that he would love it if Ricky gets to be the one who knocks me up. Ricky, too, won’t mind doing it. But he wants to have as much pleasurable fun with me before that time comes. He doesn’t want to rush the moment, and I agree with him.

He has talked about inviting some of his friends over to come and fuck me, though he would tell them to cum over my face instead. I’m ecstatic for the idea as is Jeffery, too. At least he would get to suck some more black cocks when that day comes. My birthday is coming around soon, and it’s on that night that Ricky wants to make it happen.

I’m sure to keep you informed of things.

Letter from a Cheating Housewife: Cuckoldry or Adultery

2022-01-20T19:24:00.003-05:00

Dear Shango,

I have a question that I would love to ask you. But before presenting you the question, I would first like to share with you a real story.

For almost a month now, I have been cheating on my husband with a co-worker of mine. I use the word cheat because it is a more favourable word to use than adultery. Adultery always sounds to me like something ancient and outdated, as a relic of the Stone Ages. Yes, I did cheat on my husband. It wasn't something I was proud of, but for the brief period that it happened, I can honestly say that I had the best fun a woman in her mid-thirties can ever enjoy.

My co-worker and I have been friends for months, ever since he got transferred to our office branch. He, too, is married, but our relationship never went beyond our place of work. He knows nothing of my husband, neither do I of his wife. One afternoon, he invited me to have lunch with him. We often did that, so it wasn't a big deal. Sometimes we went in groups with other co-workers and often exchanged anecdotes or traded gossip about other work colleagues. That afternoon, however, we decided to take things further.

It was never my intention that we would end up having sex that afternoon. The way it happened was that we ate lunch and then realised we had more time on our hands. My co-worker (Mike is his name) mentioned that he had an apartment a block from our office building that he shared with a buddy of his. It didn't occur to me to question why he would have something like that when he was married, but the question flew by my head. He wanted to go over and make sure the place was secure and asked if I won't mind tagging along.

Seeing that I had nothing pressing to do, I decided to accompany him. I had no thought or idea regarding what would occur when we got there. Or maybe I have, and I simply wasn't thinking straight.

We arrived at his friend's apartment, and Mike went around inspecting the rooms while I opened my jacket while I sat down in the living room waiting. Mike returned, but for some reason, I was reluctant about us leaving so soon. I have no idea what led to us kissing, but that was what happened seconds later. We kissed, and then Mike carted me to the bedroom.

We ended up fucking. Mike was such an incredible lover. I never thought I would end up enjoying our tryst that afternoon, but such was the way it felt to me. We concluded our business, cleaned ourselves up, wore back our clothes, and left the apartment. There was no shame or guilt. We resumed our friendly chatter as we left the building and returned to our work office. None of our co-workers suspected anything at all.

I harboured no regret even when I closed up for work and returned home. I kissed my husband, and we shared tales regarding our day, except I left out the part about having had sex with Mike.

Two days passed before Mike and I enjoyed lunch again. This time we talked about what we had done the day before. He said he'd had no regret what he had done; I told him the same too. He asked if I won't mind us doing it again, to which I said why not. We hurried about our meal, then went over and had sex at his friend's apartment once again. There was no rush this time. We gave each other exquisite pleasure. I whimpered and made guttural, animalistic noises that I never knew was existed in me. He pounded me from behind, grabbed my hair, and fucked me like I hadn't been fucked in a long while.

Don’t get me wrong, my husband and I have a fantastic relationship; it wasn’t my wish to want to hurt him. But this was sex, nothing more. Or that was how I earlier thought it would be.

A week later, and Mike and I are still carrying out our clandestine relationship. Sometimes we won’t even meet for lunch, or we would have lunch separately so as not to arouse suspicion, then meet later at his friend’s crib. As it turns out, I never once met his friend there. I don’t know if the apartment thing had been a ruse to bring me there to fuck, but I didn’t care because I was enjoying the way things were going.

But I was starting to have a weakness—I was enjoying my time with Mike than I was with my husband. Mike and I never discussed how far we intended to take things; the thought was never an issue between us. By the second week, we weren’t just having sex during lunch hours, but went beyond that. During weekends, I would tell my husband that I’m going to buy something at the supermarket and meet with Mike in some secluded spot for sex. He always wore a condom, and I made sure to discard the evidence once we’re done.

Then came a fateful day in the fourth week that I got careless. Mike sent me a text one Saturday to say that he had to go out of town and won’t meet with me. I was taking a shower at the time. My husband saw the text when it came to my phone and read it. He showed me the text and then asked what was going on.

That was the day I got busted. It was also the day I came clean about my secret affair with my co-worker.

I expected my husband to be mad and upset. He was at first, but that lasted half the day. He began asking me intimate questions about the number of times Mike and I have had sex, the sort of positions we did, who climaxed first . . . I realised he was taking genuine pleasure in the stuff I was telling him. I called Mike that evening to tell him that my husband was now aware and that I was afraid of how he might take things. To my utter surprise, my husband was happy about it. He talked about wanting to meet with Mike and even expressed an urgent wish of wanting to watch us having sex.

That is my story that I wanted to share with you. And now comes the question that I want to ask you: when it comes to my husband wanting to watch me in bed with my lover, when is it considered adultery and when is it cuckoldry?

Is Being a Cuckold a Natural-Born Thing?

2021-05-20T17:07:00.000-04:00

This is a letter that was written to me months ago from a husband residing in New York. I thought I should share it with you all.

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If you ever have time and would be so kind, I was wondering something that maybe you could answer for me. Do you believe being a cuckold can be a natural-born thing?

The reason I ask is because I was older, way past my prime, when I first found myself desiring many things pertaining to the cuckold lifestyle. This was back in the early to mid-eighties.

There was no internet back then, or books or conventions that discussed or highlighted anything about this. Back then I felt strange and alone with my desires. I wanted to have a girlfriend (or wife) who would control me and willingly sleep with other men, and hopefully let or make me watch. I wished for a woman to make a submissive out of me, to humiliate me in front of other men, and entice me to taste cum out of her pussy or ass. I was all in for sucking other men’s cock too.

I would like to be clear that I do consider myself a heterosexual, regardless of my willingness to submit to another man, preferably a Black god. Never has it occurred to me to see myself as gay or bisexual. I had no idea that I could learn to have things both ways, or that other men out there bore similar attitude. It’s been such a relief knowing that I’m not the only one living like this.

When I began reading about what being a cuckold or a wittol meant, I found myself saying "holy shit, I am not the only one that finds these things hot?" There was no one to talk to about these things, what friend would understand me saying, you know the thought of tasting another man's cum out of my girlfriend, really turns me on?"

I remember being a teen, there was a tom-boy girl who lived in the same neighbourhood as me, and she often played sports with my friends and I most weekends. She wasn't that attractive, but had a very aggressive strong personality (like a guys). Anyway, one time she got really pissed at me and wanted to fight me. I am a pretty big stong dude and would have knocked her out with one punch but I was taught to NEVER ever hit girls so I wouldn't fight back. She punched me a few times so I covered up and went to the ground, so she continued pummeling me, then pushed me on my back, sat on my chest and held my arms down with her legs.

I started to sit up easily so she pushed my head down and basically sat on my face. She clamped her legs on my head really hard and her pussy and ass were right in my face. (Of course she had shorts on). As my friends laughed, she stayed on me yelling at me but all I could think about was being under her control and I got so turned on, I came in my pants. When she finally got off me, someone noticed the big stain and thought I peed. I was so humiliated (and turned on) I ran home. And as soon as I got there, I masturbated again and over the course of the next couple years, that was my number one yank material.

Thinking about her pussy and ass in my face but in my fantasy of course she made me eat her and lick her ass.

Anyway, it was at this time that I noticed how much being submissive and controlled by a woman, turned me on. So my question about this feeling being natural or inside me is due to because I feel this is me. Thinking about a cheating girlfriend or wife, or a wife having a baby by another man turned me on so much I could barely control myself.

So are there others like me in this? I assume the same must be true for some bulls or cuckoldresses, that being on the opposite end, cucking and humiliating a guy, feels natural and a turn on to them. What are your thoughts on that, sir?

Thank you and hope to talk again soon.

Cuck Tony,

Rochester, NY.

My Wife is Addicted to Interracial Porn!

2021-03-08T06:00:00.000-05:00

I have watched so much interracial porn that I’m surprised I haven’t become addicted to them. There were times when I almost assumed that I have, but come to think of it, I always seem to steer far from reaching the threshold. But I cannot say the same for my wife, Agnes.

This story is about my wife and how she became addicted towards watching porn.

Agnes wasn’t always like this before, at least not for the first six years of us being married. Contrary to what you might think, we had ourselves a terrific sex life. She knew how to give it to me and knew I was capable of rocking her in bed whenever she needed me to. But in the back of my head, I always perceived I wasn’t hitting her the way I ought to. You know, like those black studs, there were times when I wish I’d fuck my wife hard enough to make her scream and beg for more. Somehow I always missed the mark.

During our early years of marriage, I did manage to stay away from consuming too much porn. It wasn’t until after Agnes had our first child, and then came our second, and suddenly won’t you know it, having sex became a tedious affair. We could only manage sneaky moments when we knew we wouldn’t be waking up the kids, and even that was fleeting. Agnes gradually weaned herself from wanting sex. I had no choice but to resort to making love with my second best friend—my hand. What better antidote to help me through those sad times than my favourite porn movies.

I began cruising online forums where I often frequented in the past and gradually renewed my passion for downloading and watching as many XXX-rated movies and videos I could handle. I would wait until the kids were long asleep before pulling out my laptop and lounge in the living room to jerk off to my satisfaction before calling it a night. Weekends were my favourite times when Agnes would take the kids shopping and I would sit naked in the living room and masturbate to my sexual fulfilment. Of course I would make sure to wipe away whatever evidence there was before she returned home.

It was on one of my midnight adventures that Agnes caught me at what I was doing.

Was she shocked by it? You bet she was. But then she did something that surprised me: she came and sat beside me and we got to watch an interracial orgy clip from beginning to end. We returned to bed and then we made love, and let me tell you, it was satisfying. It had been a long time since we had such satisfying sex, and that night was a keeper.

She asked me about it the following morning, wanting to know if all this while that I had been sneaking out of the room late at night was so I could want porn. I couldn’t help but admit to everything. It was obvious that she, too, wanted to have some fun back in her life.

That night came, and it was her who woke me up so we could watch some porn together. I don’t remember exactly when Agnes gravitated towards wanting to see Interracial Porn always. I often downloaded other genres and only kept the interracial ones as part of my private stash. Perhaps at one point I revealed them to her, or she combed through the computer and unearthed the hidden folder where I kept my favourite. I cannot remember. All I know is that she became more obsessed with consuming interracial porn to the point when I could barely keep up with her.

I would return home from work and find her in the living room watching porn. She had even found my stash of DVDs and was watching those too. Agnes began bringing along her dildo after we got done putting the kids to bed. She would tell me to play one of the videos while she fucked her dildo.

“Those black men have got huge cocks, Earl?”

“Yep, they sure as fuck do.”

“Won’t you love to see me getting fucked by one of them?”

I paused. How could I answer this question? Yes, there have been plenty of times that I imagined Agnes getting pounded by one of such men. Hell, many times I have masturbated with that image playing in my head. The one that often recurred to me was seeing her getting spit-roasted by two black studs . . . but never have I dared myself to bring up that idea to her. That would be like committing suicide! Yet here she was asking me about it, and for the first time in my life I was miserably tongue-tied.

I tried to avoid the question, but she later nudged me, demanding an answer.

“Don’t you think I would look great being fucked by black men?”

“Yes . . . yeah, I think you would look great if you did.”

“Are you saying that for real, or just saying that to make me happy?”

“No, I’m not just saying that. I mean . . . yeah, I have now and then imagined what you’d look with two black men.”

This aroused her interest. “Really? How long have you had this idea?”

“I don’t know. It’s been in my head off and on.”

“How come you never mentioned it to me?”

I couldn’t help sounding sheepish when I turned to her and said, “Because I didn’t want you thinking I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy, Earl,” she said, then went back to fucking her dildo. “You’re not crazy at all.”

I thought that I had dodged a bullet with that and assumed that would be the end of it. But her mania for interracial porn never once let down. It got to the point that she would push me to go see about the kids while she’d be in bed watching.

Did I grumble about it? Of course, I fucking did!

But did it resolve anything? Fuck no, it didn’t.

Agnes began demanding that I eat her pussy, but that was all the fun I got. On a few occasions she would suck my cock, or let me stick it in her. But as the days ventured into weeks, that began to dry up to the point that I was lucky if she gave me a hand-job. Agnes did insist that I stick with eating her pussy though; she wasn’t letting me off on that. Some days, she would put on an interracial porn DVD in the living room and would watch it while my face remained buried in her crotch. Listening to her get off did get me hard and horny, I’ll admit that. But I did suffer because I wasn’t getting any pussy from her.

But that was nothing compared to what I discovered a week ago.

I was at work and got a call from Agnes.

“Hi, Earl. I want to let you know that I’ve done it. I’ve done it, hon!”

“Done what? What are you talking about?”

“I placed an ad at one of those interracial forums you told me about, and two black guys responded. I went and visited them and they fucked me.”

My eyes flared up. “What? Agnes, is this some crazy joke?”

“Hold on, I’m sending you a video clip,” she said before ending the call.

She did send me a video clip, and just like my dream, there was my Agnes getting spit-roasted by two black men.

That was a week ago. Since then, she has invited the two men over to the house and fucked them in the bedroom. She told me about it and I was so stunned that I ate her pussy for an hour. Agnes says she intends inviting them over next weekend so I can watch.

So you see, I ended up waking the addiction in my wife, and it’s now taken over her. Pray for me.

My Black Dildo - A Hotwife’s Confession

2021-02-28T10:25:00.003-05:00

Seven years ago to this very day was when I accepted my stance as a hotwife. How did it come about? It began when Darryl, my husband, bought me a 10-inch black dildo as a surprise birthday gift. I immediately fell in love with it and have not looked back since.

Over the years, I have accumulated other effective dildos and an array of sex toys as part of my kinky arsenal, but nothing gives me enormous orgasm than my black dildo. I take it with me almost everywhere: to my workplace, and sometimes when I go shopping. I’m such a super-horny bitch—a Queen of Spades whore, if you will—and when there aren’t any lurking black men around to comfort me with their dicks, my dildo is always ready to get me high. Sure, Darryl sometimes does his best with his tongue, but even he knows to utilise my dildo to make me climax the best way possible.

It was through my black dildo that Darryl was able to persuade me to start dating black men. I doubt he could have found any favourable means of driving the idea home to me.

Darryl has attempted for years to instigate me to cheat on him. Always I resisted the urge; I could never comprehend why on earth he would desire such. Also, it was against my Christian upbringing. I should tell you that we have a healthy marriage, and I’ve borne him three wonderful kids . . . but over the years, our sex life had grown wan. Sure, I have my needs, but for years I opted to keep quiet about it. I figured it wasn’t my place to make noise where none was required. Darryl, meanwhile, had been plotting for means of getting me to change my mind.

He got me to watch porn movies with him, which I had no problem with those. However, things changed when Darryl began insisting that we reenact some of our favourite sex scenes in bed. It often led to us having sex, but we seldom made it past first base before one of us muttered goodnight, and that would be it. Still, it was fun. I do recall those moments as what inevitably led to me becoming fascinated with interracial sex.

I do remember what triggered that idea in my head. It was a holiday weekend on a Saturday, and Darryl and I, including our kids, were at the beach having a great time building sandcastles near the water. I happened to see a young white woman in a gorgeous swimsuit strolling with a black man beside her. They appeared oblivious to the ogling eyes focused on them, one of whom happened to be me. Darryl also observed the couple.

Most significantly, he noticed the change in my face as I went on admiring them until they went out of view.

“What were you thinking when you saw them?” He asked me later that night in bed.

“Who? What are you talking about?”

There was no denying who he meant, and he knew I was pretending.

“I’m talking about that interracial couple we saw at the beach today. Don’t deny you weren’t looking at them, because I saw you.”

I blushed. “All right, they looked kinda good together. I was thinking. . . ”

Something made me stop. Darryl sat up and prodded me to continue. He saw the flushed look on my face and knew I harboured dirty thoughts in my head.

“Come on, Joanna,” he said, “let’s hear it.”

“Fine. I was thinking about how good their sex life might be, seeing how they looked so great with each other.”

Darryl said nothing at first, and I feared I might have angered him with my revelation when he then said, “Would you love to find out, honey?”

I must have said something akin to yes; I don’t remember if I did, or maybe he read the look on my face and figured what I wanted to say but was too timid to admit.

“All right then,” he kissed me. “We’ll have to look into that. Goodnight, hon.”

I told him goodnight, and then we fell asleep.

Darryl didn’t raise the subject until two months later, when he presented me with the black dildo. That night, we waited till it was almost might before he got to try it out on me. We watched some porn movies. Darryl went online on his computer and found videos of white women playing with similar-looking dildo. They looked so sexy how they got to fucking their black dildo until signalling a black man over to come and take charge of them.

With the help of my dildo, I was able to break from my conservative Christian bounds of wanting to indulge in some adventurous type of sexual experience. It was then that I saw the need to become acquainted with and satisfy my sexual urges.

Night after night, I would ram my dildo into my cunt and pretend that I was being fucked by an African king. I would roll my lips around my dildo and do my best to deep-throat it, the whole time imagining myself transform into a submissive whore to a Black god. I had never cum so hard as when I get to fucking my dildo. Sex with Darryl was now out of the question; he knew it was about time he found someone suitable enough to handle me in bed.

What A Husband Came Home to Find

2021-01-16T14:06:00.004-05:00

A husband's confession . . .

I returned home from work and found my wife’s thong panties lying on the floor. It meant only one thing: her lover had dropped by, and they were currently fucking.

I picked up her panties and stuffed it into my pocket, then shut the door behind me and advanced into my home.

Her lover’s clothes were strewn across the furniture. Larry is his name. She had met him at a bar. Their meeting had been a coincidental one: she had been there to meet a friend who somehow stood her up; likewise, he was there waiting on a date that never showed up. According to Kristin, my wife, they had locked eyes on each other from across the room, and then Larry manoeuvred through the small crowd towards her and that was that. Kristin’s one rule regarding her choice in lovers was that she never fucked a would-be lover on a first date. But Larry had beguilingly charmed the panties off her, and she inevitably broke her rule that night. She called me from his place, saying she would be home late and for me not to wait up. But of course, she knew I was going to stay up until she returned home.

I dropped my briefcase on the centre table, then took off my jacket and draped it on a chair before heading up the stairs towards the bedroom.

From the landing, I could hear the familiar noise of sex. They had neglected to shut the door; I didn’t need to pad quietly as I knew they would be too bothered with each other to give notice.

I peeped past the doorway into the room, and I gasped at what I saw.

Kristin was on the bed getting fucked from behind by Larry while another black man—likely a friend of Larry’s—was sprawled in front of her. Kristin was feeding on his cock while he leaned back against a mountain of pillows. There were the repeated claps of Larry’s thighs connecting with her buttock as he slammed into her. It matched in near-perfect rhythm with Kristin’s mewling cries.

I grabbed at my crotch and tried to steel my mind against what I was watching. It wasn’t the first time I returned home to such sight, and it won’t be the last.

Kristin and I have been married six years, but the last time I made incredible love to her was two years ago. I had suggested that she sleep with other men, as I realised I was incapable of satisfying her libido. In the span of those two years, she has had multiple lovers; Larry was her latest, and so far, he had outlasted the others.

It was Larry’s friend who suddenly looked up and saw me staring at them.

“Who’s the white boy?” His friend said to him while glaring at me. Larry turned towards the doorway and saw me, and I was immediately flush with embarrassment at having being caught.

“Hey there, Jerry,” Larry laughed, then gestured at me to enter. “Come on in, white boy. My buddy and I have been waiting on your ass. Tim, this here’s Jerry. Jerry, meet my buddy, Tim.”

“What’s up, white boy,” said Tim to me. He gave me a lazy stare that seemed to say that I didn’t matter to him.

I ventured into the room and stood sheepishly two feet from the bed. Kristin flashed me a grin that seemed to belly my embarrassment further. Her lips and lower chin were coated with saliva and cum; she was having a great time, as she often did when with Larry.

“Hiya, Jer,” she blew me a kiss. She calls me Jer whenever she wants to dig in on me feeling shameful with myself. It never failed to work, but it simultaneously excited me whenever I watched her like this. “Why don’t you grab yourself a chair, cucky-boy,” she laughed.

“Nah, cuck-boy don’t need no fucking chair,” Larry pulled out of Kristin then advanced towards me, stroking his turgid erection in his hand. His chest heaved with his breathing. His face glistened with sweat. He took a moment swipe some of it off his brow then flicked his hand in my direction.

“Get down on your knees and worship me, cucky-boy,” he sneered.

I did fall to my knees, and I did open my mouth and let him slid his cock, coated with Kristin’s pussy juice, down my throat as if he was sliding a debit card into an ATM. I enclosed my mouth around his shaft and proceeded to suck him dry. Larry smiled with approval; Kristin chuckled at my misery from the bed.

“That’s a good boy,” Larry said. “Now, let’s see you get out of your clothes. Go on, take them off. Let’s show your bitch what I gave you last week.”

Kristin caught this, and she stopped sucking Tim’s cock to look at both of us. “What gift? Honey, what did Master Larry get you? How come you haven’t shown me?”

“I told him not to,” Larry answered. “Now’s a good time to reveal it. What do you say, cucky?”

Fear lit my eyes when he said that. My God, did I seriously have to do that!

“Larry, please. Can’t we—”

Larry slapped my cheek. “That’s Master Larry to you, cucky-boy,” he gave me a warning finger. “And this ain’t no argument here. Stand up and pull down your pants now.”

There was no point protesting. I stood up, and everyone watched as I undid my belt buckle then dropped my pants to reveal the pair of pink panties I was wearing. Kristin unleashed a bray of laughter, as I knew she would. She had bought me a matching set of panties to wear for each day of the week. Each panties colour bore its specific day; today being Wednesday was the reason I wore pink. Larry indicated at me to pull down my panties, which I did, to my awkward shame.

It revealed the copper-plated chastity cage I was wearing but positioned three inches above my crotch was a boldly-written tattoo that said: I AM MASTER LARRY’S BITCH!

This unleashed a further torrent of laughter from Kristin and the others. I stood there flush with humiliation, yet secretly loving the fact that they were laughing at me.

“When did you get him tatted?” Kristin inquired.

“Last Tuesday,” Larry said. “Figured it was about time cucky-boy learned a new lesson in ownership. Don’t you, Jerry boy?”

“Yes, Master Larry,” I moaned.

“Good boy. Now head on downstairs and get us something to eat. Tim and I are getting starved already.”

“Go on, cucky-boy,” Kristin waved goodbye to me then returned to pleasuring Larry’s cock.

I should have worn back my clothes, but it made no point in doing that anymore. I laid my shirt and tie on a chair, but stopped to retrieve Kristin’s panties out of my pants pocket before leaving it behind. I wore her panties around my neck as a sort of memento. Now I had nothing on me besides my chastity cage and panties and a pair of stockings on my feet.

My last view of Kristin before exiting the room, she laid on her back, choking on Larry’s cock while his friend held her legs apart while ramming her pussy with his cock. I closed the door behind me, shutting off the sound of their fucking, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Letter to a White boi #533

2020-12-26T14:49:00.000-05:00

Here's a letter I wrote to a cuckold husband a couple of months back . . .

You hear that, white boi? That’s black motherfucking dick! It goes in three separate places in your bitch: her mouth, her cunt, and her fucking tight asshole. I’ll let you guess which hole’s my fucking favorite next time I ship her off to you. Until then, stay off the fucking phone, you hear?

I know you’re anxious for your woman, white boi. You want to know how far gone she is from you, whether she’s gonna remember anything about her time spent you with by the time I get done with her. I’ve got both good and bad news for that, white boi. The good news is of course, she’s gonna remember you. She’s your fucking wife, remember? Ain’t shit changed on that aspect. But the bad is that everything you thought you knew about the bitch is gonna turn to nought. Don’t be expecting the same woman you left with me, is what I’m saying.

Get upset all you want, but if you knew what I know, you’d be thanking me for a job well done, boi. I promised remaking your woman into what she craves to be, and the results are in. She can’t stay away from wanting my dick now. You should be here to see her for yourself; don’t worry, in time you will.

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POSTSCRIPT: Merry Christmas, white boi. I have your woman here with me in my pad. You stay home and be a good boi and look after the kids. I'm only going to have her for an hour or two while I fuck her nasty. Be seeing you in the New Year.

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A Date with Coach Elwood - Excerpt

2020-11-22T15:11:00.000-05:00

A hotwife desires for her son to be included in the school's football team. What better way to secure this than for her to bribe the school coach with the best currency available . . .

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The motel was located on an exit lane off the main highway leading towards the airport. A shabby looking structure that looked like it was so close to being labelled as dilapidated.

“You not going to tell me who it is we’re meeting here?” April asked as they got to the top floor and took a left turn along the corridor.

“All in good time,” said Jenny.

“For God’s sake, I need to know,” she whined.

Jenny took off her sunglasses as they came and stopped in front of a door. April looked at the door and imagined something dreadful about to jump out and surprise them.

“This is it,” Jenny pocketed her glasses then knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack and at first neither could make out the figure of the man standing due to the darkness of the room. It was not until the light came on that April uttered a gasp as she then knew who the owner of the Camaro was.

“Hi there, ladies,” the black man known as Coach Elwood smiled at them.

Coach Elwood retained his smile as he led the women into the room. April looked at him with slight agitation and awkwardness as she came a step behind Jenny while Elwood shut the door.

“This is quite cosy,” Jenny said as she took down her handbag and sat down hard on the bed, testing her weight on it. “Bed’s even durable.”

Elwood came and sat beside her. Jenny wasted no time getting into the mood of things and parted her legs. He slid his arm around her backside and pulled her towards him while his other groped her blouse. Their kiss was deep and passionate; April could just feel the sexual tension in the room kick up to a high level.

“You got me worried for a while,” said Elwood after he broke the kiss.

“How worried?”

“I thought I was been stood up. You know we’ve got little time on my hands. I need to head back in an hour or so to run laps with those runts.”

“Of course, you do.” Jenny said. “And I’m gonna make it up to you.”

She rested her hand on his crotch and fondled the tent pole rising in his pants and returned to kissing him.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” she moaned, and then as if it just then occurred to her, looked over at April and back to Elwood. “You don’t my friend here sitting in to watch? I’m trying to break her in.”

Elwood switched his gaze to April as if then realising it was not just them in the room.

“She just wants to watch? Thought we were going to have ourselves a fun party here. Hey, I do recognise you. Your kid’s name is Josh, right?”

April smiled sheepishly; her cheeks glowed red. “Yes, he is. I never knew you and Jenny knew each other so well.”

“Oh, stop it, April,” said Jenny. “Don’t you remember me telling you that day at the soccer game I was chatting with the coach here before you arrived? What did you think we were doing, setting you up?”

Jenny came off the bed and proceeded to take off her clothes. Elwood got rid of his shirt in one swoop while Jenny unbuttoned her blouse like it was on fire and then her bra fell off next. She unbuttoned her jeans but left it that way as she then knelt before Elwood who was up on his feet and she assisted him with undoing his belt buckle and unbuttoning his pants.

April sat down on a chair across the room and watched her friend get busy making Elwood’s cock grow turgid in her mouth. His pants fell to his ankles. He groaned approvingly as she expertly worked his cock like only a whore would and began jerking his hips forward, fucking her face with eagerness. Jenny grunted and sputtered gobs of saliva as he grabbed her head and rammed his girth down her throat. April listened to her friend’s gagging noise and almost felt pitiful for her. But she could not resist the tinge of eroticism happening upon her. She kept crossing one leg over the other, squirming in her chair like it was biting her bottom.

“Ohh yeah. Suck that cuck, bitch,” Elwood was all grim while still thrusting his cock back and forth aggressively. “You can’t wait for me to fuck you, don’t you, bitch?”

Jenny grunted an affirmative while her mouth continued being punished by his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Elwood looked over at April and snapped his fingers at her.

“Come over here and help get this bitch out of her clothes. If you’re gonna watch, best make yourself fucking useful.”

April left her handbag on the chair and came and positioned herself behind her Jenny and helped slid her panties and jeans down her rump. Jenny let go of Elwood’s cock with a smack of her lips then stood up to enable April shove her jeans down her thighs. Elwood kicked away his pants and sat back on the bed stroking his shaft while Jenny struggled with getting out of her jeans and then her ankle shoes.

“Watch and learn,” she winked at April then went to the bed.

Elwood slid further backward for Jenny who then balanced herself on one knee and rubbed the bulbous tip of his prick against her vagina, getting it well lubricated with her juice before inserting it inside her. Elwood grasped her butt cheeks and compelled her to straddle him perfectly.

“Ouuwwhhhh . . . Uuuhhhhh fuck yeah!” she gasped and flung her head backward. She broke into a whimper as his girth went on stretching her cervix. His cock seemed to open her out and spread further warmth coursing through her body so bad she imagined herself as a flower suddenly coming into full bloom.

“Pussy’s goddamn tight,” Elwood grunted as he squeezed her ass cheeks down on his pelvis. Her pussy gradually loosened as he continued pumping into her cunt. The feeling was something out of this planet.

His hands remained on her rump as Jenny lowered and raised herself on his shaft. Her moans grew steadily frantic as her pussy absorbed more of his prick with cum juice dripping down his shaft. Elwood retained one hand on her butt and wrapped his other around her backside as she leaned downward on his torso. He locked his feet together and Jenny let off a shrill cry as he began pistoning his hips and his thighs, pounding her pussy faster.

April stood by the foot of the bed looking lost with herself yet mesmerised by the sight of Elwood’s cock fucking Jenny with gusto. Jenny rested against her face against his shoulder and hollered for more as his cock continued pounding her hard.

At one time she sat upright gasping as she rocked her butt and pelvis upon his prick. Elwood’s stamina barely let off as he continued to punish her pussy, smacking her ass cheeks and leaving red welts on her skin.

“Fucking good pussy,” he grunted with effort. “Ahh fuck! Ugghhh . . . So fucking wanted to fuck this fucking pussy of yours today.”

“Yeah, my pussy loves you, too,” Jenny swept her hair from her face.

April was getting more and more aroused just from watching them. She barely realised how much until she looked down and saw she was holding up her skirt and feeling her way inside her panties like a prospector digging for gold.

Elwood raised himself from the bed and latched his lips onto Jenny’s tits while still working his hips against hers. They changed position afterwards with Jenny propping her feet on his shoulders while he came down on her. He worked his hips and his butt muscles contracted as he went deep inside her cunt. Jenny had her arms around his backside and feverishly licked sweat off his chin while kicking up her hips to match his rhythm.

“Ohhhh . . . so fucking good . . . I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Jenny groaned. “Ohh God, make me fucking cum! Fuck me till I fucking cum!”

Elwood was relentless, grunting harder with brute force. His pace never waned; the louder Jenny whimpered and cried, the more he fucked her harder. April heard herself breathing through her lips as her thumb and fingers were rubbing her clit. It grew too much she could barely contain herself from exploding. She went and slumped on the chair, gasping from her own climax just as her friend was having his.

Elwood lay on top of Jenny, still working his pelvis between her spread legs. His body grew tense and he uttered stuttered grunts as he unleashed his load of semen inside her. Jenny instinctively wrapped arms and locked her feet over his thighs, feeling his spurts of cum inside her womb. He rolled off her when he was done, panting hard.

“Now that was some good fucking!” he grinned. “Your son is gonna go far by the time I get done coaching him this season.”

Jenny came off the bed and went and found the bathroom door and slipped inside. Elwood waited some seconds before coming to his feet. He got a towel out of his gym bag and wiped sweat off his brow then threw it on the bed and went towards April watched him nervously, wondering why he was smiling at her. A foreboding feeling washed over her and she could not help be afraid for herself.

This story is an excerpt taken off my erotic novel: The Seduction Game. If you enjoyed reading it, hope you clap for it and stick around for another worthy tale.

Won’t You Love to Watch Your Wife?

2020-11-05T17:01:00.003-05:00

Would you object to being there to watch your wife getting fucked?

It isn’t a no-brainer type of question, and I know it’s one that many would find most comfortable to arrive at an answer. But what is seldom asked is the self-awareness that comes with answering such question: do most husbands/boyfriends understand the reason(s) regarding why they would say yes to such activity?

There is an abject attraction that comes with voyeurism, especially when it involves a husband spying on his wife having sex (or if you want to be candid: getting fucked) by another man. Even more so when it happens to be a black man, as that usually evokes an immediate range of emotions from the readers of this article, and in the minds of husbands who willingly indulge in such activity.

There is the rush that comes for such husbands knowing their wives are at home with another man, or even better, that somehow she has succumbed to another man’s seductive temptations. She might be sneaky about it, and for some, she might even get away with her hubby remaining clueless about the relationship. But suppose she became forthright about it to his face? Suppose she invited her lover to the house, then let her husband understand what was at stake in their marriage. What would be the husband’s reaction when she designates the terms: her lover is there to fuck her, to give her the ultimate sexual pleasure that’s eluded her all through her marriage. Her husband can either go with it or not; the choice is as such.

Most husbands would consider this a usurping of their dominant will. How dare the wife to challenge him? To be the one who gets to determine what their marriage would become henceforth? And who is this so-called lover of hers? Why would she ever wish to discard her husband’s love to take up that of her lover?

There comes the wrestling stage, where the husband starts fighting with his desires: how bad won’t he love to see his wife responding to the wills and touches of another man. What bizarre amount of pleasure can this lover possibly give to her that he is incapable of producing? Is he a natural-born coward for letting another man take over his wife? Should he stand there and allow such occur without protest?

For the willing cuckold, such questions are oblivious to the wealth of desires sprung within him from realising how serious his wife is about making him into a cuckold. This is a heaven-sent directive, one that he would be eternally grateful for.

How long has it been since many husbands harbouring cuckold intentions have urged and persuaded their wives toward this line of indulgence? They have weathered through the bitter times when she declined to fall for such actions. Months have run into years, and for such husbands, many of them have practically given up hope of ever getting their wives to agree to give this a try . . . until now!

What qualities does the husband crave from watching his wife respond to another man sexually? As it turns out, plenty.

He gets to enjoy a detached point of view when it comes to watching his wife experience arousal as coming from another. Consider it like watching a porn flick, except, in this case, the star happens to be his wife. But unlike any category of porn, he is apt to get swept up in the enticing story of how his wife got to connect with her lover when he is not around to observe them. The action he enjoys from being a voyeur to their activity is only secondary to what they carry about in his absence.

The husband will be astounded and surprised by how driven his wife can become once her lover pushes her sexual buttons. Her lover would undoubtedly have discovered his wife’s hidden arsenal of eroticism that her husband had until not labelled as nonexistent. It surprises many husbands till this day how it is that even as their wives venture into the era of menopause, their sexual libido remains an all-time high should the wife encounter some valuable stimuli that awaken her sexual desires.

As a husband sits across the room and watches his wife open herself to her lover, as he sits there and listens to her wild, outrageous gasps, her searing cries and whimpers, he, too, gets to experience a psychosexual journey of unbridled arousal. It is a gigantic web of arousal that he can only cherish from a voyeuristic point of view. Everything he has previously envisioned of his wife becoming—a dirty slut, a cheating bitch, a horny vixen, and a loving housewife—all of these aspects get to merge into one snapshot. And that snapshot gets retained in vivid splendour in the husband’s mind after watching her getting fucked by another man.

Tyson in the Bedroom

2020-09-25T02:18:00.001-04:00

What's a husband to do when he returns home from work and finds a superior man in bed with his wife? Does he cry for help, or does he sit there and take it?

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The sky rumbled with the approach of rain as I drove towards my home in Convent Gardens. It was an hour past midday and you’d think there won’t be much traffic along the way, but wrong. The highway was blocked on account of a freak accident. It was all on the news when I tuned in my radio. The accident just seemed to add to my frustration. I turned the knob to a Classic Rock station and listened to Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac croon to me about how I made loving fun. Yeah right, like that was supposed to make me feel happy.

The rain began to splatter by the time I got home which was a few minutes past three. Sheryl’s car was in the driveway when I arrived so I had no choice but to park by the curb.

“Sheryl, I’m home,” I called out as I shut the door behind me. I dropped my car keys on the counter as well then took the bag of pastries with me to the kitchen.

I took out the pastries and bread and into the fridge they went, and took out a leftover cheesecake to the counter. I got a saucer plate and knife but stopped when I saw two wine glasses and a bottle of champagne in the sink. I recognised the champagne bottle as one I had purchased several months back that I was saving for a special occasion.

I left the kitchen and went out into the passageway. I stopped when I caught a faint yet familiar smell of marijuana. It was coming from the living room. The living room was empty, but there was evidence that Sheryl had brought company here. Her shoes were on the floor along with someone else’s — a pair of worn-out Timbaland’s. An ashtray lay on the centre table from which came the marijuana I’d perceived.

Only one name came to mind — Tyson, her lover.

There came a bumping noise from above my head. It was serious enough to shake the chandelier above me.

I left the living room and bounded up the stairs to the main bedroom. The noise grew louder and distinct as I approached the door. I heard what sounded like a giggling voice that could only belong to Sheryl and was soon replaced by a moan.

I flung the door open and jumped into the room almost with an intent to surprise.

Tyson and Sheryl were on the bed, both of them naked. Tyson was on his knees groaning while Sheryl knelt before him sucking his cock.

I remained where I was feeling a bit disappointed that neither of them seemed to care about my presence. Eventually Tyson turned towards me and snarled, “Shut the fucking door, white boy!”

The moment of surprise died within me like a balloon letting off its air and I pushed the door shut. Sheryl went on sucking and jerking her lover’s cock to be bothered about me. Her mouth made erotic slurping noise while she did. Eventually he pulled away to catch her breath and threw her hair backward and smiled at my direction. Her face was coated with sweat and saliva.

“Hiya, honey,” she waved at me. “How come you’re home so early? I was hoping Tyson and I would get done before you got home.”

She said it just as casually like she didn’t mean to add fuel to my misery. Always she was like this whenever I came home and caught her fucking her lover. She knew well enough how powerless I am to want to do anything about it. Tyson was a nightclub bouncer and the thought of me going toe-to-toe with him was a fight I never wanted to get involved in.

Tyson wrapped his arms around her and she cooed as he kissed her breasts.

“The fuck you trying to get rid of me ‘cos of him?” asked Tyson.

“Of course not, darling,” she said, and kissed him, then burst into giggles as he kissed the side of her neck. “I’m just making conversation with my husband. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nah, babe. I don’t mind. Just as long as white boy here still won’t mind me playing with you. You’re not gonna mind, are you, white boy?”

He glowered at me like he was daring me to say or do something contrary to how he has always treated me since first coming into our lives. I will admit that there have been times when the thought had settled on my mind to actually deck him. Times without number I imagine myself barring him from setting foot in my house ever again as well as snapping at Sheryl not to see him again or else . . .

That was a moment that lasted just as fleetingly as it occurred to me. The truth was that I was a wimp. Sheryl knew I was a wimp, and so too did Tyson. Neither of them could resist letting it be known to me how much of a pathetic sissy I was.

“No sir,” I said despondently. “I’m not going to mind. Not ever.”

“That’s a good boy. Hey, why don’t you stick around and see what I get to do with your old lady, you might learn something.”

Tyson laughed as he and Sheryl fell back on the bed with her laughing along with him. The bed’s headboard slammed against the wall which gave that bumping noise I had heard from the living room. He grasped her thigh against his hips. From where I stood, I could see his penis aslant against her crotch, as well Sheryl’s hand as she introduced his penis into her nectar region. Sheryl muttered a sigh when he entered her, as well so did I. Always I marvelled at the sight of Tyson breaking into her pussy. His cock is as thick as a bottle of Coors Lite. I still remember the first time he fucked Sheryl. They made out in the backseat while I drove them from their first date together at a club. Listening to Sheryl scream that night as well hearing her now, it made me realise that no matter what, his cock will forever hold a charm over her that I will never break.

Tyson adjusted himself on top Sheryl. He slid his hands underneath her thigh as he began fucking her energetically. Sheryl hiked her feet above his back and clutched him with both arms. Her toes curled as he went on slamming down on her, both of them grunting with effort, especially her moaning harder and harder.

“Auuhhh, yeah, fuck me that way, babe,” she whimpered. “Fuck me, fuck me harder, babe.”

Tyson grooved back and forth on top of her while he panted against his chin. He brought his hands forward and they kissed passionately. His shoulder muscles stood out prominently as he raised himself on both arms and continued grinding his hips against her crotch. Sheryl gasped and locked her ankles over his. Tyson came up on his knees and went on thrusting in and out of her cunt like he was stabbing her with a sword. In this case, the sword was a ten-inch black rod. His rod was making my Sheryl buck wild and slam her head either side of the bed, and mouth off like crazy.

Tyson kept on fucking her just like that. Rivulet of sweat ran down his chin all the way to his abdomen. He played with Sheryl’s clit while still keeping in tandem with fucking her. Sheryl couldn’t stop squealing her delight. Her lust was so obvious on her face. I felt so jealous of her, of what she was enjoying, of the fact that I stood there in the centre of our bedroom helplessly watching her enjoy herself whereas I had nothing. I couldn’t make love to her the way Tyson does. In fact, I couldn’t dare attempt to try and receive foreplay from her. Not without her lover’s consent, which he won’t ever give.

She pulled herself upwards and rested on her elbows. She planted her feet on either side of Tyson and began thrusting back at him. Tyson ran his hands over her breasts; he twiddled her nipples which got her whimpering harder. She came forward and wrapped herself around him and humped him like that until he fell on his face and she mounted him.

Sheryl moaned what sounded like a savage cry as she now got to be on top her lover. I watched her bounce her butt hard on him, taking every length of his cock inside her. I came around to the other side of the bed, too mesmerised to watch the roundness of her butt slamming down on Tyson and listening to her spontaneous screams as she repeated her action more aggressively.

Tyson smacked her butt as she leaned forward over him. I caught him smiling at me. His smile dug into just how pathetic I was standing there and watching another man fuck my wife in my bedroom with me too helpless to do anything about it.

“Like what you see, cucky,” he laughed at me. “I’ll bet you wish you were fucking this pussy, don’t you, cucky.” He smacked Sheryl’s butt as if to emphasis what he meant.

“Don’t you mind Josh, babe,” Sheryl glanced at my way and crackled. “Josh’s got a tiny weenie penis. He can’t do nothing with it besides piss through it.”

They laughed in unison.

I turned and walked towards the door with my shoulders hanging downward like an umbrella.

“Where’re you going, Josh?” Sheryl called after me.

“I’m going downstairs to get myself a slice of cake,” I replied before walking out of the room. Even when I shut the door I couldn’t get rid of the noises they were making upstairs.

Sex at a Pool Hall

2020-08-22T18:18:00.000-04:00

Hi there, Shango.

I hope you like the photo of me bending over the pool table. It was taken by my husband two years ago. He’s got such a filthy mind, which means we both think alike.

I want to tell you what happened that night this photo was taken.

It was on a particular dirty weekend. I kept giving this lusty view of my butt to the guy I was playing pool with. Hubby and I had already planned to take him back to our villa for some fun but hadn't asked him yet, though I'm sure he knew our intentions by that point.

On my next shot, I got a bit of a surprise though when I felt the fat end of his pool queue slide into my wet pussy. I didn’t realize at the time that he was standing right behind me. At that point, not caring that there were about 10 other people in the bar, I stopped lining up my shot, rested my head and chest on the table, and spread my legs a bit more. My opponent eased more of his pool cue into me and began slowly fucking me with it as I let out a low moan.

Seeing that I was in one of my naughtier moods, my husband went and explained to the barman that everything was fine, and if he wanted to lock up we could continue the party otherwise we'd leave. One couple and one other man decided to leave, but the rest of the men, including one woman, stayed behind.

It's was the start of a truly a debauched night, with me getting fucked by every guy in the bar including the barman! The best part of the night though was when the other woman joined in and we 69'd on top of the pool table. I licked her pussy and Hubby's cock as he slid in and out of her while I took her boyfriend's cock in my hungry pussy.

I was especially slutty that night and we finished about 2 hours later with goodbye blowjobs and me taking about 5 loads of sweet cum on my face and chest. Each of the men took turns fucking my pussy and asshole on the pool table. Hubby was the last person to enjoy me. He fucked me faster than he usually did, and like the others, he, too, unloaded into my well used cunt.

Our new female friend then went down on me and cleaned up Hubby's cum while her boyfriend fucked her from behind and then came inside her. It was then my turn to get her to sit on my face while I and my husband greedily cleaned her out.

My clothes were just about soaked with cum by the time we got done. I was still covered in cum head to toe as we left the bar and walked back to our villa. My pool player left with us, and we ended up fucking till wee hours of the morning.

Recalling that night always makes me super horny! Excuse me while I go drag Hubby away from whatever conference call he's on and fuck his brains out. This whole COVID-19 quarantine has been a real drag.

Embrace Your Black-Owned Life

2020-08-08T17:54:00.006-04:00

Learn to embrace what you are and don’t be afraid to admit it. Such is one of the demanding quality of being a slut-wife. It isn’t that you are licensed by your husband (and in other cases, your Black Master) to enjoy being serviced by one or multiple black cock, but that you are henceforth geared towards worshipping and serving your Black gods however they demand of you.

As a Black-Owned slut, you should uphold and wear your whore-wife status with pride. Let your husband be complacently aware of you as a liberated housewife. Although your love entitles him to you and vice versa, your sexual devotion is given instead to your Black Master instead.

You and your husband are expected to open your home to your Black Master. As a Black-Owned couple, worshipping him will remain utmost in your mind and heart. Learn to love, honour, and cherish your Black god in the best way possible as if he is your first love. Many hot-wives are inevitably expected to end up loving their Master more than their husband; husbands, too, are enamoured to inspire such emotional increase in their wives.

Just as you were once inspired by your spouse or friend (or by some serendipitous accident) to discover the benefits of this cuckold lifestyle, so you must play your part of passing the idea along to include other couples who might be worthy of it. In fact, your Black Master will endeavour that you get towards sharing this relevant information with your closest neighbours, friends, including family members.

Even now, there are couples out there who are pursuing the notion to become a true Black-Owned family. This entails having their mature daughters partake in the sexual pleasures their Master has wrought upon the wife. The Black Master should be granted the chance of making a Black Cock-whore of the mature daughter and equally breed her.

The slut-wife should wear a symbol on herself to emphasis her cuckold status. This usually entails a ‘Queen of Spades’ tattoo on any exposed part of her body, or to acquire a necklace or anklet that declares such. The cuck hubby has his own symbol to obtain - a chastity cage for himself. Should he aspire towards becoming a sissy, then he’s better liable to become acquainted with wearing panties underneath his work clothes. The sissy can go further towards worshipping other Black gods of his own.

Once the Black Master becomes a formidable part of their home, the cuck/sissy-hubby then forfeits his rights of household ownership. His life as a cuck is henceforth assured. Though he remains the breadwinner of the house, he now must respect the “Nature of Command” now set in his home. Under his Cuckold Agreements, a part of his earnings should be dedicated towards his Master’s upkeep, as well to ensuring his wife’s ongoing happiness under her Master’s tutelage.

The Master’s love is encompassing to make the couple be well adjusted and accepting of their cuckold desires and fortunes.

Notes on Wife Sharing

2020-07-22T15:58:00.002-04:00

“Have you ever stood back and watched your wife kiss her Black men? The sheer beauty of my wife naked in the arms of one of my co-workers and 4 or 5 other Black co-workers are standing around watching is breath-taking.

For some reason when a Black guy has my wife in his arms and he’s smiling at the other Black guys, I really get to notice just how beautiful she is. When she lays down and kicks her feet up in the air and spreads her sexy thighs for all the guys to see her pussy, I realise just how hot she is. When she is giving them her pussy and moaning and squirming everywhere, I realize my wife has the best pussy ever and she loves giving it to her Black men.

When my friend cums in my wife’s pussy and gets off of her, and she says next, it’s like music to my ears.”

• Notes from a Florida husband.

For worthy husbands who love to share their wives, nothing gives them more pleasure than to see her being sought after by other men. It enhances his pride with the notion that he has indeed been taking excellent care of his wife, leading up to this particular moment.

To see a hotwife become her own with other men in the presence of her husband, gives utmost power to the cuckoldry nature of a couple. Right now, behind closed doors, many husbands are thinking of ways to make this possible for their wives. There are a couple of obstacles that first and foremost need to be surmounted.

1. Getting Rid of Fear:

Majority of husbands (and to a smaller extent, the wives), harbour an intrinsic fear regarding how to present this wife-sharing/cuckoos subject to their spouse. Such husbands would rather prefer such came about accidentally. That the wife would have a sudden urge to commit adultery, after which she would come to her senses, seek forgiveness, and her hubby would then use that as a wedge to entice her to commit such again.

Such angle might work, and for some couples out there, it most certainly has worked for them. But that is more an exception than the rule. It pays better when the husband swallows his pride and suggests this desire to his woman in person. At least then, he can rest assured that he has lifted the weight of burden off his chest.

1. What If She Says No:

A woman’s inclination towards receiving such offer, especially coming from her husband (even if it were the wife proposing), would be to give a blunt answer of NO.

NO, she’s not going to go out and cheat on him;

NO, she doesn’t wish to entertain the idea of being shared with other men;

HELL NO, she wants nothing about becoming a hotwife. Period!

What’s a husband to do after proposing this suggestion. And the husband should keep in mind that this is a mere SUGGESTION he is presenting. Give her room to consider the pros and cons of the option. Prod her only when necessary. Offer her clues and presumptions as to why you feel this would work best for her sexually.

2. Enhance Her Sexuality:

Yes, let’s not forget this part, since the purpose of this lifestyle rests more on the physicality of sex. But it as well attains to the emotional also. The need to arouse a wife’s sexual pleasures by another man: someone who is more capable of rough, roguish intimacy that emphasises on fucking as opposed to mere movie-making.

This is what husbands want to see done to their wife; it is also what the wife deserves to enjoy. Sex is the yet unconquered country we tend to ignore. That becomes prominent as couples age past their 40s, well into their mature period. This is most peculiar for women who are entrenched in their menopause stage. What better way for a wife to rejuvenate her eroticism than appreciating the benefits that comes with being sexually-worthy by other men aside from her husband.

Many married women might find this subject abhorrent to even discuss. For those wives out there who are already cuckolding their husbands, they know intimately by now that age comes with renewed moments of self-discovery. None can be more acceptable than submitting to the sexual urges that comes with exploring this lifestyle in manners that much of today’s society might seem as too outrageously avant-garde. Even though it would only lead to a life of sexual bliss for both husband and wife to explore.

3. The Voyeur in You:

Men are voyeuristic animals. We take extreme pleasure not just in having sex, but especially watching others have sex. We love it more than staring at dastardly car accidents. It is our undeniable fetish we can never outgrow nor desist from indulging.

This is the secretive reason why many husbands turn to wife-sharing and cuckoldry: that urgent desire to watch one’s wife submit herself sexually towards pleasuring another man while her husband stands back watching, taking snapshots, and even filming the event. Even though the wife knows indelibly that this is what her husband craves, it is bound to entice the husband even more should the wife suddenly go off-script and decide to humiliate him in the presence of her lover(s)/Black Master.

But there is a difference to this particular aspect.

Some husbands would rather prefer being on the side lines, watching his wife interact with her lover, leaving them alone to their whims and needs, or he can find a means of inserting himself into their love triangle by opting to showcase his submissive nature towards them. The measure of humiliation is meant to heighten his wife’s sexual superiority over him, just as it has the adverse effect of endearing her with his love for making a cuckold out of him.

4. The Fun of It:

There exists a certain adorable fun that exists whenever we opt to throw caution to the wind by being careless and self-indulgent with ourselves, or in this case, this cuckold aspect of sexual experience. It is like observing people going nude: we never can tell what terminal type of fun they’re having being naked, and in a way, we have become way too average in our societal perspectives to shun such lifestyles and declare them as taboo. While many would like to consider cuckoldry as taboo, this lifestyle has been in existence since the dawn of time. The fact that we are entrenched in the 21st century, where information is a click away from our computer or phone screens is helping bridge the gap between what’s taboo into the mainstream.

As word of this lifestyle becomes ubiquitous, more husbands (including wives), boyfriends (and girlfriends, of course), are introducing themselves and their spouses to partake in this experience. Soon, what once is considered taboo will not be such anymore. So, why not indulge in the fun and yearn to share your love.

Your Wife, Your Cuckold Mistress

2020-06-21T11:39:00.000-04:00

Your wife owns your heart as well as your penis. From the moment you demanded that she go out and get herself a boyfriend, from the day you uttered those words about desperately wanting her to cuck you, she owns you. Now, she’s no longer merely your wife. She is now your Mistress.

Like any suitable Mistress, she deserves a Black Master. And that is the reason why you sought me for her.

Do not appear baffled or seem surprised by the recent turn of events, white boy. This is all part of your wish. You might not have seen it all through, but whatever did you think the result was going to be? Did you assume that everything you set out to accomplish would be thought of as a joke? Did you think she wasn’t ever going to take your words seriously? Had you wanted her not to, then you ought never should have opened your mouth in the first place. You should have remained steadfast with your fantasies and kept them in the back alleys and corridors of your brain. Only to draw them forth whenever you sat down to enjoy watching some tantalising porn on your computer.

You ought to have let sleeping dogs lie and never brought up the subject to your wife.

But instead, you went and did it. You went and did what many middle-aged husbands out there often dream of doing, but only a handful dare to accomplish. You unequivocally bared your heart and soul to your wife. You confessed to her every adulterous, sensual and explicit urge of sexual desire that your mind can conjure and willingly informed her of the hundreds of nights that you have imagined her in bed with some other man. In bed with a man with a domineering aura whose sole intention is to fuck her. Not just fuck her, but breed her: to empty his nuts-sac inside her womb (possibly even get her pregnant, and why not?).

For such a figure to have the keys to your home wherein he can come and go whenever he so pleases, just as long as he concludes by having complete fill and pleasure of you. You informed your wife of the times you dreamed and researched the internet to find such a man that would be worthy of her, and how much you wish for her to join you in obtaining this quest.

Were you so callous to think that even though she chased you away that first time you mentioned all of this to her, and later when she warned you never to bring up such a subject again that already you hadn’t succeeded in getting her mind percolating toward wanting to achieve this same dream?

Alas, you are now finding out that your wife, too, has once had similar thoughts on her agenda. Several times, she had become aware of how nomadic and dull her sex life has been. To which she has nobody to blame but you: not once did it occur to you that she desires sex. That she is sex and wants to be healed by sex. You have spent the latter years of your marriage life chasing after privilege, leaving her to stew in her misery.

And now, you have acquainted her with the greatest gift any wannabe-cuck husband can bequeath his wife, and you assume she wasn’t ever going to respond to it? Fool of you to think that, cuck-boi!

Everything as regards to your marriage is going to change once I come into the mix. You will still have your wife, of course. I assure you that it is not my intention to break up your home, nor do I intend to come snatch your Mistress from you. Far be it from me to mess up a good thing. But I will intend on remodelling her into becoming my whore-wife. You will be around to bear witness to my explicit interactions her, whether in your bed or elsewhere around your home, I desire fucking her however and whenever I possibly can.

She will keep you secluded in your cuckold place, however. This will entail her purchasing a chastity cage for you to wear—a cage to keep that pathetic penis of yours in check.

She will never be allowed to make love to you anymore, cuck-boi! Henceforth, that will be my job. The mere sex you will get from her will be a hand-job, and even that will be under strict supervision. This is no longer about your satisfaction, so don’t dare think that your pleasure will matter. What will matter most is her and I enjoying ourselves under the expense of you making our togetherness a comfortable affair.

In light of everything, I bid you welcome to the start of your cuckold journey. Your sexy Mistress awaits my arrival to your abode.

Your Wife Was A Whore!

2020-05-30T15:11:00.001-04:00

Your wife was a whore before you married her.

I know that sounds too direct the way I’m hitting you with this, but let’s be honest, you’ve known this way before now. You knew that while that you and her were dating—getting to know each other, as the parlance goes—you knew that something was way off about her. I’m sorry I have to be the one who gets to tell you, but someone’s got to do it—your buddies made me the designated guy to bring the truth to you—and the truth says that your wife is a fucking whore!

Don’t get sad-eyed on me; don’t go making like this is the worst news you’ve ever heard. You’ve been in self-denial for years, even though you and I heard the stories. Sure, they were rumours at first, but look what they turned out. She was two-timing you the whole time you and her dated. Elroy, that black stud from the Southside, is her lover. He has been her lover for years, way before you got with her, and don’t you dare tell me otherwise. Don’t you fucking dare!

You remember the day she introduced you to Elroy, right? She did mention he was a friend, but you were curious to know more. You wanted to know what sort of friend he was. You never got that answer from her, did you? Yeah, I was there. She snapped at you. She told you he was simply a friend, and that she didn’t want you asking any more questions about him. And for some reason, you abided by her words. What other choice did you have? When I asked why all you did was tell me how much you loved her. How you were afraid to lose her . . . what was I supposed to say to that?

I did warn you, though. I told you she’s a real whore, and she gives it out especially to black guys!

Of course, typical of you not wanting to believe. Then the day came that you got to find out for yourself how real things were. Remember you went over to her place and thought you heard moaning sounds coming from her bedroom? You didn’t want to think it was her. But then you peeped through her window, and sure enough, it was her: she was getting fucked by none other than Elroy! Yeah, such a best friend he was indeed. At least then, you found out how close of a friend he was to her.

I thought that was going to be the end of your relationship with her, man. I had my fingers crossed that finally some sense had gotten into your head, and you’d finally seen the light. You even said it yourself when you came by my place, crying your eyes out, mooning about what a cheating slut she was, and how you wasn’t going to forgive her even if she came begging on her knees. You swore to me that you weren’t ever going to take that bitch back! You said you’d rather shave your nuts off if you did . . . and yet, you fucking too her back. Against everything you promised, you still took her back when she came crying her eyes out to you.

What was it that happened anyway? I’m curious. Did she get into a fight with Elroy then came and gave you a sob story? I’ll bet that was it. And as it turned out, it wasn’t the last time she gave you one of her concocted sob stories. Who knew then she would be a purveyor of such and you’d become her glorious punching bag. Her lily-livered white boy that’s always there to take her in whenever she gets busted on something.

You know she wasn’t just giving up the pussy to Elroy, right? Word is she was giving it to the entire football team! How did I know this? Fuck do you think I found out the real way—I caught her in the act! Yeah, I was at that party when our team beat the boys from across town. Your woman was there, along with other girls that were part of the cheerleading squad. They first got wasted on alcohol, then the boys got down to business and fucked the shit out of those bitches, your woman included. I was there. I know what I fucking saw—they stuffed every hole in her body with dick and came down her throat, and she loved it. She and the other cheerleading whores!

Years later, and I’m shocked to find that you and her have gotten married. I wasn’t there for it, and a good thing, too. I probably might have thrown up. To think that you were slaving your life away for that slut . . . I don’t even want to imagine what being married to her must have been like.

But then I got to find out, did I not? You got settled well enough with her, knowing she was cuckolding you, and you didn’t care anymore. You told me later that her lover from before, Elroy, was there. I’m surprised she’s kept him around all these years. I hear he was at one time pimping her all over town. She was giving her pussy away to any horny black guy who could fuck, and from the likes of things, it seems as though they all can.

You probably thought she might have changed since that. You figured all this time, she might have turned a new leaf and that it was going to be just you and her. I’ll bet she couldn’t wait to get some black dick in her on the night of your wedding.

Yeah, I’ve heard plenty about you both. You might not know it. But I’ve kept my ear close to the ground about you. And even she cannot help tattling about how she’s got you cucked like a bitch. Someone mentioned that she told her that she invites her lovers over to come fuck her everywhere in the house when you’re off at work. They even said that she’s fucked men when you’re around, and nothing you can do to tell her to change has worked.

Face it, buddy, your wife was a whore before you knew her. She’s going to continue being a whore for black men for as long as you stay married to her. Too late getting a divorce now; you might as well enjoy the ride and beg her to let you watch whenever her lovers come over.

Oh, I see you’ve done that already. You’ve watched her fuck other men in your presence, and you say you loved it? Well, better keep at it, man. Hope one of them gets her pregnant for you.

Oh, she already is? Damn!

Your Wife, My Black-Owned Bitch!

2020-04-24T18:40:00.001-04:00

Your Wife, My Bitch!

Your wife knows how to spread her legs for me whenever I come by. She is quite a submissive slut, that means that I’ve trained her well. You should see her whenever I come by your home.

Your wife knows how to wear the right costume to welcome me. The right costume being nothing at all. Sure, she might decide to wear a t-shirt just to cover herself in case any of the neighbours are nosying about. But that t-shirt will be out of her the minute I walk in and shut the door behind me.

She leads me to the living room and promptly wastes no time in her entertainment. Of course, you aren’t home to capture what we’re doing. That is your loss, cuck-boi, as you need to be at work bringing home the money for me to use and take care of her for you. She offers me something to drink from the fridge. Most times, I’m thirsty when I come by, and you know the one thing that would quench my thirst, don’t you, sissy-boi?

Your bitch drops to her knees and unzips my fly and takes my black meat out of his hiding place. She licks her lips then proceeds to give me the kiss of life while I lounge back and try to enjoy my beer. Your woman wasn’t that good cock-sucker when I first got to spend time with her. But she has improved. No doubt that had to do with her sucking on that pecker of yours much of her married life. She wasn’t that well into deep-throating when I hooked up with her. Hell, she never before had a clue what that term meant. But look at her now. She fucking loves the hell out of it! Aren’t you proud of her?

She spits on my dick and then she goes downtown on me, learning to relax her jaw muscles once she gets to swallowing my nut-sac. The whole time she’s got her fingers buried inside her coochie, propping herself to get wet fast.

A good blowjob does get me going; it puts me in the right state of mind. But things can only get better once it ends on a high note—that means when I get to fuck the shit out of your woman, cuck-boi. By the time I finish my beer, I’m ready for action. Your wife, being the gracious hostess that she is, assists me with getting out of my clothes, then leads me upstairs to your sanctum.

I know you’ve heard all of this from her already—ain’t nothing of what I’m saying is new to you—except you ain’t heard it from me until now.

Your wife falls on the bed and then spreads her butt for me to see how clean and neatly shaved her tushy is. I spend some little time eating out her pussy, getting her all wet just the way I want. She lets me lie on the bed and then once again attacks my cock like she often does. She’s gotten so addicted to it, I can’t tell her no.

Done with the foreplay, the fucking comes next. Your bitch gets on top of me and rides me like the horny slut that she is. Her pussy wraps itself tight around my dick. The way it does, I can tell she misses it every time I ain’t around to come give it to her.

She rocks me up and down, back and forth. She yelps my name . . . she curses you out, cuck-boi. Tells me what a two-bit loser you are in bed. I smack her butt, then roll over to be on top. Your wife then locks her legs over my backside and lets me grind away.

Grind away, grind away . . .

Grind, grind, grind away . . .

While your wife yelps and screams my name!

She locks her arms and feet over my backside as I pump my load inside her. By the way, just so you should know, I always fuck your wife bareback. And she always loves for me to cum inside her.

You getting hard reading this so far, white boi?

My Night As A Weenie-boi

2020-04-23T02:25:00.000-04:00

Weenie

Hi Damien,

I follow you on Flickr and Twitter, and love to see you use white slut whores and their short dicked white cuck husbands.

I have always had a special thing for watching a white whore take a big fat black cock in all 3 cum holes. Even from when I watched those 8mm fuck movies on the wall with a noisy projector and no sound. I then thought about trying to get my wife into swinging and fucking black men. We are from the south, and the way we grew up. That was taboo. My wife had never touched a black cock; only a few white ones. As for me, I have a pitiful 4 inch white weenie.

Months afterwards, I finally talked her into going to an off premise swingers club in Tampa. There we met a white couple, and there were several black men in the club. One very tall Jamaican came over to my wife and asked her to dance. She looked over at me with a look of she didn't want to do it. I just looked the other direction, and she got up and danced with him. It was a slow song, and I saw his hands go down to her ass and start caressing her butt cheeks. Then he started kissing her on the neck, then I saw him take her hand and put it to his cock. I could see that it was huge. When she came back to the table, she said that he had asked us to go to a hotel with his posse. He had 4 more Jamaican friends with him. They came over one by one and danced with my wife and did the same as the first one. They felt her up and she was wearing a short skirt with no panties. I saw black hands slipping under her dress and feeling her shaved cunt. She always kept it shaved smooth.

The couple that we were sitting with agreed to go with us. After my wife had felt up those big black cocks, she was wanting it bad. We drove to a nearby hotel, the couple had followed us and the posse was behind them. I went in and got the hotel room key, and we drove over to where the room was.

The men got out, and then the couple drove off. They fucking chickened out! My wife did freak out. She said she would not do this without the other woman. The men came over stroking their dicks, ready to fuck, and my wife was trying to back out. The first one to dance with her, Charles, walked up to her window, pulled out a huge black cock and then my wife agreed to go in to the room. We went in, and sat around and did small talk, and then Charles asked me to go to the store next to the hotel and grab some beer.

I walked out of the room and went to the store and bought 2 twelve packs of beer. I wasn't gone for no more than 5 minutes, and when I walked into the room, my wife was being held in the air between two tall Jamaicans. One had his cock in her cunt and the other had a big cock buried in her butthole. I was in disbelief. She was moaning and cumming, and I got a close look of her two holes being stretched out badly by those two big cocks. They lifted her from their dicks, and she dropped to her knees and they all stood around her with their big black cocks hanging and she had one in her mouth one in each hand and she went from cock to cock, sucking as she looked up at them. I had every light on in the room. My little weenie was oozing pre-cum as I watched my wife become a black cock slut. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

They laid her on the bed with her ass in the air, and one got under her so she could suck him, and then one slid his black snake up her butthole. I knew she liked it up the ass, but she always made a fuss as if it hurt when I butt-fucked her. And now, she had a 10 inch long fat black cock buried up her shithole and all she was doing was sucking the hell out of a cock as she pushed back on the dick. I could see she wanted it nuts deep.

I heard the man that was fucking her mouth grunt and say: "eat that cum bitch!" and I heard her gagging to swallow his seed.

The man fucking her butthole pulled out and spread her ass open and told all of us to look at her gaping open anus. It was wide open. He drove it back to the nuts and pumped his load deep in her bowels. He pulled out and he didn't even have to ask, she turned around and sucked the white streaks of cum from his cock, pulled right from her anus. She’s never done that with me.

They put a cock in all 3 holes simultaneously and she had one in each hand.

Five black cocks were using my wife.

They started pumping cum in her, then they turned her over onto her back on the bed and I saw her shaved cunt oozing thick cum from it and it also drained from her stretched butthole. Charles told me to suck that cum out of that white trash whores cunt and asshole, and I hesitated for a minute, and Charles told my wife, "You’d better talk to that boy." My wife told me to do what they said. I put my mouth to her red cunt and I sucked and out came thick gobs of semen. I swallowed it then they told me to clean that butthole. I licked the jizz from around her hole and then my head was pushed down hard and I was told to suck it out. I did as told and sucked out cum from her bowels.

They made fun of my little weenie, calling it a cocktail weenie, and told my wife what a short dicked wimp I was, and that they could tell that I liked sucking black cock cum out of her. One of them stood beside me and told my wife to look at the difference from my short dick and his fat 12 inch long dick. Then they asked her which one she liked better, and she then said she would never fuck a short white dick again. Only big fat black cocks.

They put her on her knees with her ass up high and it was still slightly open. They told me to put my weenie in her gaping butthole. I did, and they told me to stuff my nut-sack in too. I had my cock and balls in her asshole and It was so damn loose it was like fucking a beer mug. She then told me to get that poor excuse of a dick out of her asshole and let a real man fuck it. I saw another black cock go nuts deep in her butt. She told me to get under her and eat her cunt. I did, and the man fucking her ass started pulling his cock out of her ass and pushing it into my mouth and asking me how I liked tasting my wife’s butthole on his cock.

He would fuck her ass and cunt, then he would pull out and fuck my mouth, then went back to fucking her butthole. Then he pumped his load up her asshole, told her to milk it and then he pulled out, put his cock back in my mouth, and made me suck it clean then he told her to sit that gaping butthole on my mouth and push that semen out and make me swallow it. I was made to kneel, while they all watched, and one of them stood and gag-fucked my mouth as she made comments about my wimp dick-sucking ass.

"I thinks the bitch likes that...maybe you should put a big cock up his asshole, too."

I was pulled to my knees and my asshole lubed and held while a fat cock was inserted into my ass. It hurt like hell and he kept going and he got about 9 or 10 inches of cock up my ass and then one started fucking my mouth. They then got my wife in the same position and they plugged her asshole and mouth. Then they would swap holes, going from my ass to hers and from hers to mine.

They said, now we own both of these white bitches, and that they would do this every weekend. They also informed me that I was not allowed to ever put my weenie into any of her holes. I was only allowed to jerk off and not to put one drop of my cum on my wife any more. She then turned to me and asked if I understood that . They fucked every hole for hours and then for the finale, they fucked her asshole, one after the other, and squirted their cum into her bowels. When she had 5 loads of cum in her bowels, they made me lay under her and they told her to squirt that cum from her bowels into my mouth. I saw her gaping anus about a foot above my face and then the gobs of thick cum started pouring out and right into my mouth. The cum was in thick ropes as it poured out. Then she sat her agape hole onto my mouth and told me to suck hard. I was made to suck out every drop.

It was past 4:00 am when they decided to leave, but not after taking our phone numbers. We lay there on the bed and looked at each other, and she told me, " This is what you wanted, so now you got it. And I will be a black cock slut owned by them from now on...so get used to doing what you did tonight. " I asked if I could fuck her, and she said that I could just this once, and it would be my last time. I put my weenie into her stretched cunt and it saw loose as hell, she told me to stop wasting her time , that she couldn’t feel my weenie, so I then put it up her asshole and it was worse than her cunt.

if you liked hearing my true story, let me know, there were lots more things that happened the next weekend.

Know Your Place in the Black New World Order!

2020-03-28T18:17:00.000-04:00

Know your place, white bois!

White boys are becoming cuckolds at record rates because of deep seeded interracial porn addiction developed during the digital age. Their entire basis of sexuality is continuously watching African men fuck young and fertile white women, and rarely if ever actively participating.

Because of this repetitive portrayal driven by every form of media, the cuckold phenomenon will become even more pervasive for the generation that has come of age and become sexually aware growing up with unprecedented access to the newer and more sophisticated mobile phones in addition to tablets and so many other other devices.

The white genocide is only beginning.

This is the new normal for white boys who masturbate to a lot of interracial porn while all of the pretty young white girls are sucking and fucking big black cocks, and most of the girls being promoted the most are often the prettiest blonds that match their ideal fantasy image.

So whenever they see a random blond girl on the street, at school or even where they work, or some casual friend and maybe even their own mothers or sisters, it makes sense in their mind and the white boys would be reminded that white girls are fucking black men.

White boys are continually stroking and then having powerful orgasms with those young pretty blond girls that are getting blacked every hour of the day.

That’s a lot of black cock and a lot of interracial sex.

To be fair, it’s was not exactly a choice, the media, with the help of white women has really worked hard to push interracial sex into the mainstream of society.

Big Black Cock porn has a way of mind fucking white boys into a strange form of complete mental submission whether they like it or not. The effect of Big Black Cock on white girls seems to override any jealousy and possessiveness they normally have in relationships with white boys because they know that white boys have no real choice anymore. The white girls have made it their mission to welcome an endless river of “refugees” with open legs, fertile wombs, and continual praise of Black dick.

Many white girls and boys don’t even realize this.

Instead of white wives honoring their marital vows, most white women gladly share in that sexual submission, and are often eagerly looking for any opportunity to evangelize, corrupt and convert any white girls they can to cheat on their husbands and white boyfriends with Black men. An entire subculture has developed on twitter and even here on this site to drive white women into the harem of a Black Bull where she will get Blacked.

Once the African DNA hits her womb she will no longer have the ability to resist and will continue to willingly spread her legs for Black men and eventually she will chose to be bred by them.

BBC is fucking her pussy and it’s fucking your mind.

For a white male, masturbating to interracial pornography is an act of submission on it’s own, and it’s also the bridge to open cuckoldry. You may as well be the white girl getting pounded and taking big black cock on the screen.

When white girls discover the taboo pleasure that can only be delivered by BBC, and white boys begin to understand the sexual bliss that lies in their mental submission to BBC, either in sexually servicing the Black Bull as a sissy, exclusively jerking off to interracial porn, or finding a way to offer his wife or girlfriend as a cuckold so she can be converted it feels to good to resist!

Black cock is fucking you both.

By staying at home and jerking your tiny white prick to interracial porn, you are forcing white girls to go black. There are so many beta white boys addicted to big black cock porn that it’s actually driving up statistics of interracial couples.

White boys and girls are willingly participating in their own extinction by sitting at the computer and jerking off.

The young fertile white girls are flocking to black guys in droves because white boys like you are choosing to be chaste little cuckolds. Statistically, blacks are still a minority in the united states, but because more white boys than ever are intentionally removing themselves from the gene pool, all of the white girls are forced to compete over black guys.

There are barely enough big black dicks to go around.

Big Black Cock turned white boys into perennial cuckolds, Even if white boys had a girlfriend all the white girls already know that he will try to get her fucked by a Big Black Cock.

Many white boys only watch interracial porn, and you can’t continue to lie to yourself about it anymore, it’s no longer about the sexy, busty cute white girl, but about the Big Black Cock. White boys have been brainwashed by Interracial porn to crave Big Black Cock.

While the white boys may still really like girls, they would not know what to do with one if they ever got her alone, and the media has convinced her that he would be useless anyway. Both have become totally programmed to see sex as a white girl getting fucked by Big Black Cock.

White boys no longer fulfill the sexual role girls expect.

Millions of African refugees arrive on the shores of Europe and America every year changing those 2 white continents forever!

The white birth rates have been in decline for so long that the governments of the countries they arrive in are giving them shelter because they know this will increase the birthrates and population!

White women are ecstatic about this migration because they can now have even more sexual experiences with more big BLACK horse cocks! The white decline is the fault of all the white boys with small limp dicks who were never able to sexually dominate and physically satisfy and please their women!

It’s the only way white boys can have a happy and “active” sex life!

Shooting your semen into a tissue is the ultimate admission of failure. Let the real men get on with the real job while you play. It’s time for all white boys to renounce their fake masculinity and embrace feminisation!

White boys have become a spectator when it comes to sex. interracial porn is made precisely for white beta males to watch and jerk off to. the continual sexual objectification of black men and Big Black Cocks is fuelled by horny white boys like you that are consuming and promoting these images of white girls impaled on Big Black Cocks.

Black Cock has thoroughly mind fucked white beta males into submission.

Most white boys just don’t know it yet, but they demonstrate it by being pussy free and exclusively jerking off to interracial porn on a daily basis.

White boys can’t help themselves, they have been psychologically conditioned for decades and can’t resist seeing white women be fucked by Big Black Cock; regardless of whether any of us like it or not. It was difficult at first, but I have begun to fully accepted defeat, and now actively promote white genocide, and interracial breeding. Besides, before it’s all over, every other white girl will also be converted and no longer care, and will be eager to be bred Black.

White pussy is exclusively for Black Cock!

They will accept it soon enough though, as white boys find themselves irresistibly and uncontrollably jerking off more and more to interracial porn and the thought of their white girlfriend or wife going black and being bred!

To all the cuckolds who want their girls to go black, and actually believe she has not already, just make a fake account on any chat platform she uses and find some random pictures of a hot, hung black guy and message her.

Come on to her, talk to her like a stupid whore, treat her like a slut and you will be really surprised by how she reacts. I bet more of you will find out that your sweet and innocent girlfriend is much more willing to cheat on you if she can get some Big black Cock without you knowing than you think. If you do it, then let me know how it goes for you.

As more white couples are learning about this lifestyle, they should be endeavoured to proceed all the way toward seeking Black-Ownership not just for themselves, but to spread the desire toward other white couples around them.

Life of a Newlywed Black-Owned Couple

2020-03-24T16:15:00.000-04:00

Every white wife wants to bask in glee on the day of her wedding.

And why shouldn’t she? It’s unlike any other day ever in her life. It’s a day she’s never bound to forget. The sight of her as a Bride being escorted by her father into the chapel, saying her vows along with listening to that of her Groom — her future husbands — accepting his ring then sealing it with a kiss . . . after which they walk down the aisle under a flurry of excitement and happiness coming from friends and family and well-wishers.

It is a day fraught to have plenty of exotic memories. Especially for the newlyweds’ families there to celebrate with them. However, for a ‘Black-Owned’ couple that they as well are, the day carries more memories that are yet unfulfilled . . . but only for the time being.

What the newlyweds know and nobody else does, is that there is a special visitor harbouring with the rest of their revellers. An inconspicuous Black man, or rather, their Black Master. It was disappointing that he never got to be part of the Groom’s Best Man train, but no matter. They have a scheduled appointment to keep that neither intends to miss.

The newlyweds flee from the church after the wife hurls her bouquet of flowers over her head at her train of Bridesmaids. They wave at everyone before jumping into the limousine that’s going to take them to their hotel where they’ll be spending the night and a second night before leaving for their Honeymoon.

They aren’t alone in the limousine, though. Their Black Master has been inside, waiting on them. Like everyone else, he, too, is just as happy for their marriage. However, their life as a certified ‘Black-Owned’ newly-wed couple is about to begin. And their Black Master’s presence is to make that a certainty.

Months ago they agreed to his wishes and signed His Cuckold Agreement contract that clearly states they would become his sexual property and will submit to his desires however he demands them to. Today is the appointed day he seals their commitment.

The wife unzips her Master’s pants and starts sucking his cock while the hubby sits back and watches. He unzips his fly and whips out his penis, enclosed in a steel chastity cock cage. He cradles it in his hand as he appreciates the sight of his wife pleasuring her Black Master. He comfortably knows that later on he will get his own turn to worship his Master’s cock as well. The wife looks just as radiant in her wedding dress as she bobs and gags down on her Master’s thick shaft.

How she looks so beautiful in her gorgeous dress, her husband thought.

They arrive at the hotel and they make their way up to their suite. Once inside, their Black Master takes charge of the scene. He orders the husband to strip and is then told to go kneel beside the bed while the wife gets on her knees and resumes sucking his cock. He soon discards his clothes and gestures at the husband to come closer. The husband rushes to join the wife and together they share cock-sucking duty worshipping their Master’s cock with frantic joy.

Having enjoyed their double-whammy blowjob, the Black Master pulls away from them and instructs the wife to get ready. The wife lifts up her dress for her husband to help her out of her panties then gets on all fours on the bed twerking her butt at her Master who then rubs the tip of his prick on her vulva before sliding between her velvet sheath into her.

The wife tenses as if struck by lightning.

Her husband cringes from what he sees.

Her Black Master groans as he thrusts his meat.

The Black Master fucks the wife at a steady pace that gradually increases. He gets on the bed and the husband assists his wife with her dress as she then mounts her Master’s cock and rides him hard. The husband kneels beside the bed watching, overwhelmed with lust at the sight of his gorgeous wife fucking her Master back.

The wife pants and claws at her breasts. She begs to be fucked hard. Her hips buck and she whimpers as he rams her hard. She falls on top on him. He sucks on her tits, tightens his grip on her ass cheeks and spurns her over.

The husband watches wide-eyed as the Master grunts and aggressively pounds his wife, turning her from a gorgeous bride to a salacious whore. He marvels at the sight of his Master’s dick stretching her pussy. He justifiably knows the decision will never be his to fuck his wife, or even be the one to get her pregnant. It has long being his choice to accept this aspect of their relationship and never to step out of line complaining.

He watches as the Black Master tenses his muscles and his wife screams her lust as her Master cums inside her. He waits till the Master pulls out of her, then he jumps on the bed, digs his way through his wife’s dress to clean his Master’s essence out of her pussy. Afterwards he waits for his Master to come to his feet. His Master grips his head and proceeds to fuck the husband’s mouth.

The Black Master will remain with the couple even as they venture forth on their honeymoon. He and the wife own separate keys of the husband’s chastity cage. The husband is as always thankful when later they unlock his cage and allow him freedom to masturbate. They change their dress and leave the husband behind to clean up the room while they go downstairs to sample the hostel’s swimming pool. They take with them the husband’s credit card in case they need to purchase something later.

And thus begins a newly-wed couple’s life of being Black-Owned. Any questions?

How My Wife went Black – True Confession

2020-02-13T08:56:00.000-05:00

Good day, sir. I love your twitter feed! I’d like to share a quick story about how my 1st wife and I literally fell into the lifestyle. But please be discrete.

So, my 1st wife and I kinda fell into wife sharing. With a black guy that lived 4 doors down from us. Sean was about 6'2" kinda muscular/lean he was a dark, good looking dude. I always caught him checking out my wife Kat. I wasn’t the jealous type so I never minded it. And it’s not like lots of guys hadn't ogled her before.

So one day, Sean came by to watch the baseball game and have a few beers. It was summertime in Florida, and my wife was wearing a sundress and walking around barefoot. After a few beers my wife started teasing Sean about the fact that he was living alone, and single despite owning his own business.

She said: "you must be one of those black guys with a little one, that’s why a good looking guy like you is all by himself in that big house. Sean nearly spit his beer all over the floor(my wife had no filter).

He said, no that’s not it. If anything, its too big. A lot of women can’t take it all.

My wife laughed and said "bullshit, show me". I almost choked on my beer. Sean stood up and dropped his shorts to the floor. My wife’s jaw was also on the floor. Sean had a dick that he said was 10 inches long and about as thick as a very big cucumber.

He said, "See? Now, show me yours," he said, looking at Kats tits, "it’s only fair."

I wasn't expecting anything like this and it all happened very fast. I looked at my wife and said I didn't start this you did and I laughed.

She smirked at me and then pulled down her sun dress exposing her big tits. Sean smiled and said something neither of us expected. He asked my wife are you a racist? My wife shot back, hell no I’m not, come on Sean you know me by now. He looked at my wife and used her own line against her he said bullshit prove it.

My wife started tripping over her own words and Sean made his move he grabbed her and kissed her and put his hand up under her sun dress. I was speechless. I just stood there while our black neighbour was seducing my wife right in front of me. She didn't wear any underwear in the summer so I knew mark was fingering her as he was kissing her she spread her legs a little wider for him and wrapped her arms around him.

She was moaning very loudly with his tongue in her mouth. John looked over at me and said sit down in the recliner and watch this is going to be fun for all of us. He guided my wife over to the couch and gently pushed her back he positioned himself between her legs and began rubbing the tip of his cock against her pussy. She never even looked over at me in the beginning I know because I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I heard her say to him softly you have to pull out I'm not on the pill right now. Sean didn't say anything he just slowly pushed his 10" inside of my wife.

Now Kathy looked at me for the first time, she was wincing in pain but I could tell she loved every second of it. After about 5 minutes he was pushing all the way into her and picking up the pace. I couldn’t believe it was going all the way in, I was hard as a rock watching him fuck her senseless. She was moaning louder than I ever heard.

Sean looked at her and said, you know this isn’t the last time we are going to fuck. My wife said, I know Sean. After he said that he looked over at me gave me a little wink looked back at my wife and said are you ready for me to come inside this pussy now. My brain was actually screaming to say no but I couldn't even get the words out my wife looked up at him and said yes baby I wanna feel you come in me. The push my wife's legs upon to his shoulders and started pumping deep he grunted and my wife started moaning like crazy having an orgasm of her own.

What started out as baseball and beer ended up as me watching our black neighbour maybe getting her pregnant. My heart was pounding in my chest watching him come inside my wife. She was 4 days late for her period. She was never late for it before. We both had a little scare and she was teasing me that Sean might have made her his baby mama. It was very intense and Sean spent the next year fucking the shit out of my wife at least once a week. It was so hot because he would tell my wife things like you know I'm gonna get you pregnant. So that’s the absolute true story of how my wife went black.

Regards,

JakeXXX from Texas.

The Aura of Black Power

2020-02-07T02:59:00.003-05:00

There is an aura of mystery and desire that attracts white women toward black men. Such can never be explained, nor can it ever be put into words. Likely it has always existed, but only now are more people tending toward becoming self-aware of such. Now that more and more women are becoming aware, it is a stunning surprise for them to realize that such attraction toward black men has always been in existence. It’s only through the advent of the internet, and of communicatory means of technology that they are learning to sustain such desire.

For many of such women, especially white wives, it baffles their minds that this sense of attraction has lied dormant all these years in the back of their minds, only to suddenly appear at the forefront once they begin experiencing such dilemma of emotions that’s brought them to the presence of black men. The same, too, goes to white men. For white husbands, the thought that they are starting to come to terms with their submissive nature is a shocking revelation they never could have been prepared to abide.

At least not until recently has that become prominent in today’s society.

It is arresting, this dynamic kaleidoscope of emotions that white wives are bound to have when it involves debating their desire toward black men. How are they supposed to explain it to themselves, let alone to others around them? Should they say that it’s something they have been wanting for so long, but never realized it until recent? Or was it inevitable that they were bound to commit themselves toward being pleasured by Black gods?

And what’s the deal with their husbands purporting this lifestyle shamelessly: is it some innate, depraved fantasy that’s been festering in their heart and minds for so long that the time has come for them to let loose? Is this something they have always looked forward to craving since the days of their youth: the moment when they observe and accept their cuckold inclination and objectification toward their wives?

How come it is often the husbands that get to introduce this cuckold desire to their wives, instead of the other way around?

How come, even when the wives decline such invite, the husbands tend to stew in their sexual misery for weeks, months, and even years, until they can find some form of release to their fate?

This is what the aura of Black Power inspires among married couples: suddenly, the mystery is now being examined and explained.

The majority of husbands yearn for the urge to fulfil that unobtainable desire that has lurked in the trenches of their hearts for decades, that involves them relinquishing their dominant role and handing it to someone more versatile of wielding it. With them submitting to their submissive stance, and guiding their wives as benevolent offering to their Black god(s), it seals in their heart and mind the deed of Black-Ownership commitment.

The wives may not always acquiesce to such agreement at the onset. Matter of fact, they are expected to exhibit repulsion at the sight and actions of their wimp husbands who are thus incapable of achieving their masculine status before the wife’s eyes. She switches her focus inevitably to that of the Black god in her presence. It is in him that she senses that yearning mystery that has been beckoning to her for months, and even years. That mystery that tends to unlock every sexual padlock that had been fostered upon her feminine figure.

The wife, much like her cuck husband (as he chooses to become henceforth), yearns for her learning to come to terms with her own sexual release. This moment comes when she gets to accept her Black god’s erection inside her womanhood.

For the husband’s eventual release, his takes the form of voyeurism/humiliation. He gets to watch his wife get fucked and bred by her Black god consecutively, while also made to perform numerous humiliating tasks that might involve cleaning the Black god/Master’s semen out of his wife’s pussy, as well cleaning the Master’s cock as well. He is forbidden from having sexual intercourse with his wife, and can be discipled by his wife/Mistress and her Black Master should they perceive any slight insubordination from him.

This Black Power aura is what attracts horny women into becoming hotwives, and converts husbands into willing cucks. It is also what empowers married couples to want to seek out whatever means necessary toward finding a Black Master of their choice.

To put it candidly, Black Power = Black-Ownership.

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A Slutwife's Black Cock Confession

2020-01-17T15:47:00.000-05:00

I am a hotwife. I’ve got the tramp-stamp, Black Cock-slut outfits and customised ‘Queen of Spades’ jewellery to prove my word. As far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a freak of a hotwife. My husband knows it, too. He knew about it when we began dating, and after we got married. He’s supported me through this endeavour, and I will always love and cherish him for sticking by me.

The road wasn’t easy. There were times I sat and questioned myself whether this was seriously something I wanted to explore. But I’ve always considered myself a slut. A slut who loves black men.

Yes, I love strong black men. They are the only ones capable of fucking me the way I need to be fucked. Whenever I’m with them, I'm like a piece of meat to be used however they want and whenever. I’ve got a Queen of Spades tattoo on my butt and on my ankle, and I’m proud revealing it to whichever man wants to have a go at me.

It was a black man that took my virginity. I was eighteen, and since then I’ve never looked back. The weird thing is I don’t remember much about how it happened. Somewhere, it’s gotten lost in the maze of wild sex romps I’ve had since. It gets hard remembering all the black cocks I have fucked; but I do keep in mind some of the most memorable ones.

I do have a presence on social media, and I have encountered many white husbands who’ve seen my videos, read my blog, and admitted how they wish they had a woman like me for a wife or girlfriend. Someone they can spoil and do anything for just to watch them get fucked by black men. I do sympathise with many of these men. I grasp their pain and frustration. There are so many white bitches out there whose cunts have long gone to sleep that the only way you realise the pot of gold they’ve got between their legs is to throw in a dynamite of black cock to blow it up.

Dumb bitches is what I call them. I despise dumb bitches. Bitches who don’t want to wake up and admit their sexual reality. They're all dying in silence, like they're waiting for their damn pussy to dry and turn into a shell, whereas I'm getting as much black cock that I can handle in bed.

The reality is that white men are fucking lousy in bed. Not just lousy, but lazy and pathetic. My husband knows this, and with him I don’t ever hold my tongue from letting him be aware of the truth. White men sacrificed their sexual appetite for a wealth of privilege ages ago. White men even outlawed dancing when they first arrived at the New World. Can you believe that? They outlawed dancing, because those pathetic Puritan zealots thought it was the work of the Devil.

But they couldn’t take that away from black men. Black men kept their sex intact; sex is part of a black man’s DNA; it’s enshrined in their masculinity. You see it and you feel it whenever you get close to them. When you watch the way they talk, the way they walk — it’s part of their aura. Us, white women, have been starved of real sex for centuries. It’s about time we got to offering ourselves to the real men who desire us.

My husband loves finding suitable black men to fuck me. I’ve kinda slowed down due to having kids, but that’s never stopped me for long. I know what I’m about, and I’m never ashamed of it. I love being fulfilled, and I love giving fulfilment to whichever black god(s) own me. I love going shopping for sexy underwear and lingerie, anything salacious enough to entice my lovers.

My best times are inviting black men over to the house to fuck me everywhere. That usually happens when my kids are on holiday, and my husband ships them off to be with my parents or his. We go clubbing or bar-hopping, and the night never ends until I find the right type of bull I seek. We jump into the backseat and my husband maintains the wheel while I’m getting fucked all the way to the house. My mouth has blown many black cocks, swallowed and choked on different sizes, I’m surprised I haven’t grown a second pussy down my throat.

I love getting my pussy stretched as much as I love having to open my mouth wide enough to choke on a big fat black cock. I love it when a Black Dom pumps cum down my throat just as he gets to breed me in the presence of my wimp husband. This is the sort of life every white woman should learn to enjoy. I have just one life to live and I'm not quitting too soon.

The Submissive Wife - excerpt

2020-01-06T03:08:00.000-05:00

Check out this excerpt from my recently published erotic novel “The Submissive Wife”. Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, leave a comment letting me know how much you dig it.

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Just another typical summer evening somewhere in the city. A blue Honda pulled into the parking lot of a fast-food restaurant, and then the front door opened and a middle-aged man in a brown jacket came down and glanced furtively around which way before shutting the door. He adjusted the collar of his jacket and ran a hand over the sparse growth of hair that matted his head before approaching the restaurant’s entrance.

He entered the restaurant and unfurled a handkerchief out of his pocket to dab his face. His name was Donald, and he was here to make a transaction.

Few people were occupying the restaurant at that hour: middle to lower-class night-owlers, they appeared to be. He stopped when he observed a dapper-looking black man seated at a window booth waving at him.

“Hi,” said Donald as he slid into the booth. “Have you been waiting long.”

The dapper gent was all smirk. “That seat has been cooling off a half-hour now, so yeah, my pal and I have been waiting.”

He gestured at his buddy seated across from him, who was also dressed to the nines. They looked like they were on their way to a high-society club and had unwillingly stopped here to grab a bite.

“Where’s this product you said you have?”

“It’s not far from here,” Donald said. “I first wanted to find out that you’re still interested.”

“Look at me, white boy. I could be a hundred places right now instead of taking up your invite to sit at this crappy soot waiting on your ass to show. But I’m here, so don’t dare ask that silly question again.”

“All right. No need to get upset. Did you bring the money with you?”

“Did I?” the black man reached into his jacket pocket and out came a brown envelope which he then laid on the table. “As we agreed.”

“Mind if I count it?”

“Sure. But there’s a little change. I want my friend here in on it. He too needs to sample the product.”

Donald looked at him, then at his black colleague and back at him again.

“That wasn’t what we agreed. This was supposed to you alone.”

“Yeah well, you’ll just have to make some adjustment, won’t you, white boy. Look, I’ve got bitches elsewhere waiting on me. Are we gonna do this or not?”

“All right, fine. Whatever. Can I count it now?”

The dapper man slid the envelope toward Donald who grabbed it as if he wanted to snatch it and run. His hands were sweaty as he counted the bills contained inside. Satisfied, he tucked it back into the envelope and into his jacket it went, as unobtrusive as he could do it without wanting to appear like they were making an actual drug exchange.

“You’ve got your set of wheels?”

“Right outside.”

“Okay. You’ll follow me and I’ll take you to where it’s at.”

They left the restaurant. Donald got into his Honda and saw the dapper gent with his friend get into a Chrysler and then drove off into the quiet night with Donald in the lead.

He drove to a motel on Pillsbury Road, two blocks away from the restaurant. They parked their cars in an alley across the street then strolled toward the motel. There were few cars on the deserted road. Donald looked in every direction and didn’t catch sight of any obtrusive shadows; that took some uneasiness off him. They entered the motel and went up a flight of stairs then stopped at a door to which Donald produced a key and unlocked it and led the way inside.

“In here,” Donald indicated the bedroom door to which the two Black men followed.

He opened the door and flicked on the light switch the two black men stopped to behold the sight in front of them.

A woman with shoulder-length blond hair stood a foot from the bed with both hands held above her head handcuffed to a curtain rail beside the window curtain, looking like a kidnapped hostage. She was naked except for a pair of nylon pantyhose and high heels, with her mouth taped shut. You would expect her to appear scared seeing the men enter the room, but her eyes did not indicate fright.

“I didn’t want the bitch roaming around so I thought I’d keep her this way for your pleasure before coming to find you,” said Donald, after shutting the door, adopting the voice of a salesman. “In case you’d want to appraise the merchandise.”

“Good looking out, man,” said the dapper man who was all grin as he approached the woman. “What’s the bitch’s name?”

“Cindy.”

“How are you, Cindy,” he stroked her cheek with his forefinger, then her breasts, and down to cup her butt. “You’re looking so nice and ripe. Yo, Mike. Get over here and check out this merchandise here. My name’s Ralph and this here’s my buddy, Mike. Mike, say hello to bitch-Cindy.”

“Hello, bitch-Cindy,” Mike chuckled as he too got busy caressing her body. “She’s sure got herself a big booty.”

“Yeah, just the way I like ‘em. Come on, let’s get to working on this whore.”

The two men took their sweet time taking off their clothes, murmuring back and forth while they did. Cindy looked at them, then at Donald settling himself on a chair beside the door and watching with a happy smile plastered on his face.

Ralph and Mike left their clothes on the floor along with their shoes then returned their attention to Cindy. Ralph took care of stripping the tape covering her lips and kissed her.

“Let me get first crack at this bitch,” said Ralph.

His buddy gave him some room as he then lifted Cindy’s feet off the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. Mike came behind Cindy and assisted with holding up her thighs while Ralph grunted and swore under his breath as he struggled with prodding his penis between her crotch. It took several slips before eventually gaining entry inside her. Cindy gave them complete freedom of her body. There was nothing she could do besides exhale a whimper as the tip of his prick brushed against her sheath. Ralph grasped her buttocks, lifted her, and began jerking her up and down his shaft.

“Uuuhhh... fuck! Awwaahhhh!”

Cindy grunted and winced as Ralph’s cock stabbed into her cunt. Her handcuffs made irritating jangling noise against the curtain rail as her body bounced and rocked against him. His hands pawed her butt while still thrusting her toward his cock, grunting hard with each exertion. Cindy tightened her legs’ grip around his waist, surrendering to the onslaught of his organ.

Mike looked at Donald and pointed at her handcuffs, “Where’s the fucking key, man?”

Donald fished it out of his pocket and threw it to him. Mike unlocked Cindy’s handcuffs and let them fall to the ground. She was most grateful for it as she could then wrap her arms around Ralph who then carried her to the bed.

Mike came to the other side of the bed and knelt close to her head. He drove his cock into her mouth while Ralph leaned between her thighs and went on slamming into her pussy. Cindy gasped aloud. Her feet kicked into the air spasmodically while her body spasmed from the bout of fucking he gave her. Her mouth made a gurgling noise as she sucked on Mike’s cock. Mike pulled away and retrieved the pair of handcuffs from where he had dropped them then returned to the bed, held Cindy’s hands together and cuffed them back.

“This way the bitch won’t give us no fucking trouble,” he crackled at his buddy.

Ralph rammed into her deep, then pulled out for Mike to come around take over. Mike rested on top of Cindy, breathing into her face while fucking her non-stop. Ralph beat her face with her cock.

“Yeah, take that black dick, bitch,” he went on smearing his cock across her cheek. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you, bitch?”

“Yes... yes, sir!” she gasped.

“You want nothing but to be a whore, don’t you?”

“Aarrghhhh... it’s all I am, sir.”

Mike pulled out, and they then maneuvered Cindy onto her elbows and knees.

Cindy leaned forward, stretching her handcuffed in front of her while she went on taking her punishment. Ralph stood hunched on his toes and inserted his penis between her pussy fold then thrust inside her. Cindy howled as she jerked forward by his hardened thrusts. Mike leaned beside her armpit to suck on her tits. Ralph slowed his pace after a while but didn’t let off from the tight sensation he grasped from feeding his cock into her cunt. Donald had earlier left his chair and stood closer to the bed where he could afford a view of watching Ralph’s pair of balls slapping against her pussy while his buttock muscles clenched each time he rammed into her and out.

Ralph continued fucking her non-stop, grunting like a feral beast, sweat rained from his face and now and then he flung his head side to side so none of it would get into his eyes.

For Cindy, there was the pain.

There was pleasure mixed with the pain as well. She went on gasping until she felt him let go inside her. His grip on her loosened and then he fell off her.

Mike undid the handcuffs then laid on the bed and gestured at Cindy to get on top. She did as instructed. His cock slipped into her dripping pussy and he wasted no time jerking his hips and thighs to match her frenzy. He smacked her buttock hard and she yelped aloud while grinding her pussy on his cock. Mike climaxed but gripped her hard as his cock pumped semen inside her, eventually letting her go.

Both men took turns fucking her more.

They ejaculated in her cunt.

They sprayed cum all over her butt.

Cindy turned over and allowed them to fuck her mouth as well.

Donald fetched their clothes for them when they finished. The men were still catching their breath as they wore back their clothes; both men looked too drained to speak. Donald escorted them out of the suite to the stairs where they shook hands and parted ways with a promise of keeping in touch. Donald watched them go before returning to the apartment.

Cindy had passed out on the bed; her body bore the aftermath of sweat and semen. He sat beside her and gently swept her hair from her face. He admired the contours of her face, reminding himself how lucky he was to have a wife who looked so beautiful, especially after having fucked two strangers.

“Wake up, honey,” he whispered.

“Uhhh... I don’t feel too good, Don,” her voice sounded groggy like she just swallowed a clam.

“I think I know what to do to make you feel better.”

He prodded her to turn over on her back. Cindy complied as she knew what was coming. Donald kissed her navel region. His tongue lapped up her sweat as he slithered his tongue from her midsection down her pelvis. He arrived at her shaved crotch and inhaled the infectious funky aroma emanating from her pussy. A perfect concoction of sweat, semen and cum juice. The smell aroused him terribly.

Cindy caressed his shoulder.

Her pelvis jerked against his face as he sucked her pussy.

Donald came to his knees and scrambled to unbuckle his belt. His erection throbbed hard in his pants and he grunted with relief when he eventually freed it out with his pants shoved halfway down his thighs. He then fell on top of his wife. Cindy jerked her hips against him, loving the feel of his cock swimming inside her vagina. The heat inside her pussy got him all intoxicated, like a happy drunk. Cindy tensed under him the instant he came. It took several grunts before his body then relaxed, and he laid on top of her.

“I hate you,” she moaned.

“I know,” he gasped. “I love you too, babe.”

They kissed each other passionately. She rubbed her leg against him.

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