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BBC takes over my wife for the first time
My wife and I were sitting in a dimly lit bar. Vicky was nervously twirling the stem of her glass. The light from the neon sign cast red streaks across her cleavage. I sat across from her smiling a little wider than usual. We were getting ready for our first cuckold date with a BBC.
I asked Vicky several times that evening if she was sure. She always said yes. I told her everything would be fine. Meanwhile, I was painting a picture in my mind. I dreamed of seeing how she would feel with another man.
We finished our drinks and went outside. We called a taxi home, where Mikael was waiting for us. He’s a black man who does CrossFit and professionally fucks other white men’s wives. This turned my wife on so much that she squirmed in her seat the entire ride.
He had an excellent dating profile, good photos, and was polite. He briefly described himself as: “I love it when people watch.” That was exactly what we needed.
The door was opened by a man almost a head taller than me. He smelled of expensive perfume, had a light stubble, and wore a black T-shirt that hugged his chest and shoulders. He smiled at my wife as if they’d known each other for months.
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Business travel adventures
My wife Caitlin always returned from business trips a little more radiant than when she left. She smells like someone else’s man. Her lips are slightly swollen and she wiggles her hips sexily. I even noticed that she spoke in a slightly different voice, it seemed hoarse. But instead of making a scene, I felt a hot, almost painful wave of arousal spread inside me every time. That’s how I became a cuckold.
It all started two years ago. She called me that night, her voice was too soft and contented. My wife said she was tired after negotiations, that colleagues had invited them to a bar, and then someone suggested continuing in the hotel room. I asked point-blank: «Are you with him now?» She paused for a second, and then quietly, almost whispering: «Yes… he’s inside me now. Do you want me to tell you?» Then I came that very minute, without even touching myself.
Jeremy is her longtime colleague. They’ve worked at the same company for years and often travel for work. Jeremy is a single black man, slightly younger than us. I always knew there was something between them, since they worked together even before Caitlin and I got married.
I fantasize about a black man
I’m alone when my husband falls asleep next to me every night. Our bedroom becomes dark and stuffy. He breathes deeply and evenly, but his body has become like a wall separating us. And I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling, and feel everything inside me begin to vibrate with anticipation.
It started six months ago, completely by accident. I saw a video in my feed. It lasted only a few seconds: dark skin glistening with sweat, muscular shoulders, a deep voice. I closed the video, but that sexy image was seared into my memory. Now it comes to me on its own, especially at night.
I imagine him tall, like a basketball player, with broad shoulders and that predatory, confident smirk that sends shivers down my spine. His eyes are dark, piercing, full of sexual desire. He doesn’t mince words: he grabs my hair, pulls my head back exposing my neck, and sinks his lips into my skin leaving bruises that I later hide under a scarf.
In my fantasy, he pins me against the cold kitchen wall. His large, rough hands grip my wrists above my head holding them in place with one hand, while the other slides down my body. I feel the texture of his skin so hot and contrasting with my pale one. He whispers in a hoarse voice: «Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?» The words are rough and commanding making my heart pound like crazy. His fingers roughly spread my thighs slipping under my skirt, and I’m already wet. My panties stick to my skin, and moisture runs down the inside of my thighs.
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