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"My Wife, Their Slut, part 1
Written by Cuckold Wimp John
My wife Laura is an alluring and imposing creature. She has a most attractive face, dazzling soft hazel eyes, rich light brown hair that she usually wears just below her shoulders, and very sensual full red lips. Her body is graceful and well-formed, perfectly suited for her 5'6" height and her 122 pounds in weight. She has a creamy ass, long sensuous shapely legs, and her tits, with their twin delicate point pink nipples, are resplendent, even though they only measure 35C. We have a truly wonderful and exciting life, even after having been married almost 14 years. We are both the same age - 36 - but Laura can easily pass for much younger.
During our first year of marriage we came to discover that I had a low sperm count and a couple of other male-related physical problems. Thus, we were told by two separate and well-respected doctors that I would never be able to get my beautiful Laura - or any other woman - pregnant. Laura was dead set on having children and this disappointing news cast a shadow over our otherwise happy union. Not for long though. One bright Sunday morning Laura excitedly told me she had a solution to it all.
"And what might that be, my love?" I asked, pouring her coffee for her. "Adoption?"
"Oh, no," she replied quickly. "I'd never want someone else's child, honey. I'd want a baby in my very own womb."
"All right," I said. "So what is your solution then, sweetheart?"
"I'll just have to be fucked by someone else," she exclaimed brazenly, buttering some toast as she said this to me.
I almost spilled my coffee. I was stunned by what she had said. But the more we talked about it, or actually more Laura did actually - I did most of the listening - the more it made sense. Somewhere during the conversation, as my dazzling looking wife spoke in frank terms of another man laying between her legs in the hopes of impregnating her my cock came to life, much to my bewilderment and mortification, and I had quite a sensational hard-on. By the time I was on my second cup of coffee, I was relieved there was a table between us so that Laura could not see the bulge in my pajamas, covered by my robe. I had to wonder what she might think about it! I, myself, at that time, had no idea what to think of it, but I soon found out. It turned out that I was a cuckold and just had not known it up until then! Laura shocked me even further when she boldly proclaimed that she'd like to have a black baby! My cock began to throb inside my pajamas as she confessed to me that she'd had two black lovers prior to our marriage and that both of them had thrilled her sexually beyond her wildest hopes and expectations. She said she loved only me and probably always would, but she felt that having sex with black men would make her feel whole again, like she had before we married, and that having black children would please her immensely.
"But what - what about me?" I sighed, my cock still throbbing. "I mean what will people think, Honey? Our neighbors, our families, the people at my office? What will all of them think of me, letting my wife be sexed up by black men, and having their babies to boot?"
"Well, Jeff," she smiled naughtily, "I guess that is just something you will have to learn to live with, hm?"
"I...I just hope I can," I muttered.
I think right there and then my lovely sexy wife knew I was turned on by the idea of her fucking and sucking other men, especially black ones! And I thin she knew too that having their babies, which would cause me an abundance of shame and humiliation was also a great turn-on for us both! And it was, as things turned out.
Immediately set about finding appropriate black-skinned lovers, but first she made me take her shopping for the type of wearing apparel she informed me she was sure her future ebony lovers would relish seeing her in.
"They like their white women to look like sluts, Jeff," she told me in a matter-of-fact tone as we shopped. I just nodded.
She selected several extremely short mini-skirts and dresses, and an equal number of provocative tops and blouses, all with plunging necklines which would show off her gorgeous breasts. She picked up several skimpy, very sexy panties, bras, garterbelts and garters, and several pairs of varied colored fishnet stockings to go with her five pairs of new patent leather "Fuck Me" pumps in assorted colors.
A few days later she was ready to seek her first black lover. She was dressed like a slut and looked very, very hot. I wanted to ravish her on the living room floor when I saw her coming down our staircase dressed as she was, but she shooed me away.
"Not now, darling," she said. "I don't want to be mussed up before I go out. Don't you want me to look just perfect for my new black lover?"
I nodded dumbly in agreement. She pecked me lightly on the cheek with her new bright red lip gloss, then she was out the door.
"I'm going to a black dance lounge across town," she confided in me, as my horny eyes fixed upon the hem of her bold black mini-skirt, which was no more than an inch below her cunt area. "I may get lucky, pet, so don't wait up for me, okay?"
Again I nodded and she was out the door. I heard her car start-up and drive off leaving me alone with an arching hard-on.
That first night of waiting for Laura to return home was the worst. It was a Friday night so I of course did not expect her to be home until the wee hours of the morning, and she wasn't. She arrived home at a little past four a.m. I was lying nude in our bed. I had gone up to bed at about midnight, but hardly slept at all, dozing her and there, on and off, until Laura came home at last. She flicked on the light atop her nightstand and I looked at her. Her hair was disheveled as were her clothes, and her make-up was distorted.
"Oh, hi, Honey," she beamed. "Are you still awake?" She was prying off her ear rings, standing by the bed.
"Uh, yeah," I sputtered. "Well, how did it go?"
"Mmm, wonderful," she sighed, placing the ear rings on the nightstand and beginning to disrobe. "I had a marvelous time, sweetie." She added, still sighing.
"I...I take it you...uh, got laid, huh?" I said dumbly. She laughed.
"Did I ever!" she chirped, kicking off her pumps and lowering her skirt. "Want me to tell you about it, dearest?" She added in a teasing tone.
I nodded eagerly.
"Well, first off, I danced with several black guys. They were all very cute, but I decided on Craig to go home with. He's very good looking, Jeff, and quite muscular. He plays football and works out a lot. He's also a great dancer. He sort of swept me off my feet, feeling me up really good while we danced. And then he began tonguing my ears. You know how much I love that!"
I nodded, anxious for her to go on. I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties and I commented on that fact as she pulled off her skintight halter top.
"Oh, Craig kept them," she laughed. "He said he wanted them as a keepsake."
Now completely naked, my hot just freshly sexed wife slipped under the covers next to me. She placed a light kiss on my lips and my prick hardened as I smelled the distinct taste of cock on her breath! I had sucked a couple of cocks in high school and college myself, so I definitely knew that odor!
"Did...did you suck his cock?" I inquired of her with a husky voice.
"Uh...huh," she admitted. "And it was divine, Honey. It was sooo big too! God, he's huge down there. I couldn't get even half of it into my mouth. But it all fit okay into my pussy though," she cooed.
I moaned. She laughed. She reached and felt my hard-on.
"You're turned on, aren't you?" she smiled. "You're all excited about me being with a black man, Jeff, aren't you?"
I nodded truthfully. There was no sense or point in denying it.
"I thought so," she whispered. "And I'm glad you are too," she added softly. "Wanna eat me, babe? Wanna taste my new black lover's cum? Hm? He shot twice inside my cunt, darling, and only once in my mouth. I'll bet there's still some of his fuck juice for you to lap up. Go on, Jeff. Do it," she urged. "Lick my black lover's cum from my hot pussy."
She began pushing my head downward. She spread open her legs and I began to licking her instantly, sniffing too as I did so. She was right. There still was plenty of his potent fuck seed available there.
"Mmm," my wife crooned. "That's nice, honey. Lick me good. Lick Craig's wonderful cum from me, but be sure to leave some so maybe I can have his black baby."
I groaned, and my cock jerked in rapture when I heard her say that.
[END OF PART ONE]
"My Wife, Their Slut, part 1
Written by Cuckold Wimp John
My wife Laura is an alluring and imposing creature. She has a most attractive face, dazzling soft hazel eyes, rich light brown hair that she usually wears just below her shoulders, and very sensual full red lips. Her body is graceful and well-formed, perfectly suited for her 5'6" height and her 122 pounds in weight. She has a creamy ass, long sensuous shapely legs, and her tits, with their twin delicate point pink nipples, are resplendent, even though they only measure 35C. We have a truly wonderful and exciting life, even after having been married almost 14 years. We are both the same age - 36 - but Laura can easily pass for much younger.
During our first year of marriage we came to discover that I had a low sperm count and a couple of other male-related physical problems. Thus, we were told by two separate and well-respected doctors that I would never be able to get my beautiful Laura - or any other woman - pregnant. Laura was dead set on having children and this disappointing news cast a shadow over our otherwise happy union. Not for long though. One bright Sunday morning Laura excitedly told me she had a solution to it all.
"And what might that be, my love?" I asked, pouring her coffee for her. "Adoption?"
"Oh, no," she replied quickly. "I'd never want someone else's child, honey. I'd want a baby in my very own womb."
"All right," I said. "So what is your solution then, sweetheart?"
"I'll just have to be fucked by someone else," she exclaimed brazenly, buttering some toast as she said this to me.
I almost spilled my coffee. I was stunned by what she had said. But the more we talked about it, or actually more Laura did actually - I did most of the listening - the more it made sense. Somewhere during the conversation, as my dazzling looking wife spoke in frank terms of another man laying between her legs in the hopes of impregnating her my cock came to life, much to my bewilderment and mortification, and I had quite a sensational hard-on. By the time I was on my second cup of coffee, I was relieved there was a table between us so that Laura could not see the bulge in my pajamas, covered by my robe. I had to wonder what she might think about it! I, myself, at that time, had no idea what to think of it, but I soon found out. It turned out that I was a cuckold and just had not known it up until then! Laura shocked me even further when she boldly proclaimed that she'd like to have a black baby! My cock began to throb inside my pajamas as she confessed to me that she'd had two black lovers prior to our marriage and that both of them had thrilled her sexually beyond her wildest hopes and expectations. She said she loved only me and probably always would, but she felt that having sex with black men would make her feel whole again, like she had before we married, and that having black children would please her immensely.
"But what - what about me?" I sighed, my cock still throbbing. "I mean what will people think, Honey? Our neighbors, our families, the people at my office? What will all of them think of me, letting my wife be sexed up by black men, and having their babies to boot?"
"Well, Jeff," she smiled naughtily, "I guess that is just something you will have to learn to live with, hm?"
"I...I just hope I can," I muttered.
I think right there and then my lovely sexy wife knew I was turned on by the idea of her fucking and sucking other men, especially black ones! And I thin she knew too that having their babies, which would cause me an abundance of shame and humiliation was also a great turn-on for us both! And it was, as things turned out.
Immediately set about finding appropriate black-skinned lovers, but first she made me take her shopping for the type of wearing apparel she informed me she was sure her future ebony lovers would relish seeing her in.
"They like their white women to look like sluts, Jeff," she told me in a matter-of-fact tone as we shopped. I just nodded.
She selected several extremely short mini-skirts and dresses, and an equal number of provocative tops and blouses, all with plunging necklines which would show off her gorgeous breasts. She picked up several skimpy, very sexy panties, bras, garterbelts and garters, and several pairs of varied colored fishnet stockings to go with her five pairs of new patent leather "Fuck Me" pumps in assorted colors.
A few days later she was ready to seek her first black lover. She was dressed like a slut and looked very, very hot. I wanted to ravish her on the living room floor when I saw her coming down our staircase dressed as she was, but she shooed me away.
"Not now, darling," she said. "I don't want to be mussed up before I go out. Don't you want me to look just perfect for my new black lover?"
I nodded dumbly in agreement. She pecked me lightly on the cheek with her new bright red lip gloss, then she was out the door.
"I'm going to a black dance lounge across town," she confided in me, as my horny eyes fixed upon the hem of her bold black mini-skirt, which was no more than an inch below her cunt area. "I may get lucky, pet, so don't wait up for me, okay?"
Again I nodded and she was out the door. I heard her car start-up and drive off leaving me alone with an arching hard-on.
That first night of waiting for Laura to return home was the worst. It was a Friday night so I of course did not expect her to be home until the wee hours of the morning, and she wasn't. She arrived home at a little past four a.m. I was lying nude in our bed. I had gone up to bed at about midnight, but hardly slept at all, dozing her and there, on and off, until Laura came home at last. She flicked on the light atop her nightstand and I looked at her. Her hair was disheveled as were her clothes, and her make-up was distorted.
"Oh, hi, Honey," she beamed. "Are you still awake?" She was prying off her ear rings, standing by the bed.
"Uh, yeah," I sputtered. "Well, how did it go?"
"Mmm, wonderful," she sighed, placing the ear rings on the nightstand and beginning to disrobe. "I had a marvelous time, sweetie." She added, still sighing.
"I...I take it you...uh, got laid, huh?" I said dumbly. She laughed.
"Did I ever!" she chirped, kicking off her pumps and lowering her skirt. "Want me to tell you about it, dearest?" She added in a teasing tone.
I nodded eagerly.
"Well, first off, I danced with several black guys. They were all very cute, but I decided on Craig to go home with. He's very good looking, Jeff, and quite muscular. He plays football and works out a lot. He's also a great dancer. He sort of swept me off my feet, feeling me up really good while we danced. And then he began tonguing my ears. You know how much I love that!"
I nodded, anxious for her to go on. I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties and I commented on that fact as she pulled off her skintight halter top.
"Oh, Craig kept them," she laughed. "He said he wanted them as a keepsake."
Now completely naked, my hot just freshly sexed wife slipped under the covers next to me. She placed a light kiss on my lips and my prick hardened as I smelled the distinct taste of cock on her breath! I had sucked a couple of cocks in high school and college myself, so I definitely knew that odor!
"Did...did you suck his cock?" I inquired of her with a husky voice.
"Uh...huh," she admitted. "And it was divine, Honey. It was sooo big too! God, he's huge down there. I couldn't get even half of it into my mouth. But it all fit okay into my pussy though," she cooed.
I moaned. She laughed. She reached and felt my hard-on.
"You're turned on, aren't you?" she smiled. "You're all excited about me being with a black man, Jeff, aren't you?"
I nodded truthfully. There was no sense or point in denying it.
"I thought so," she whispered. "And I'm glad you are too," she added softly. "Wanna eat me, babe? Wanna taste my new black lover's cum? Hm? He shot twice inside my cunt, darling, and only once in my mouth. I'll bet there's still some of his fuck juice for you to lap up. Go on, Jeff. Do it," she urged. "Lick my black lover's cum from my hot pussy."
She began pushing my head downward. She spread open her legs and I began to licking her instantly, sniffing too as I did so. She was right. There still was plenty of his potent fuck seed available there.
"Mmm," my wife crooned. "That's nice, honey. Lick me good. Lick Craig's wonderful cum from me, but be sure to leave some so maybe I can have his black baby."
I groaned, and my cock jerked in rapture when I heard her say that.
[END OF PART ONE]
