black cuckold

My wife Faith is a petite 42-year-old brunette. She has Asian roots. We married 15 years ago. Some people might find our marriage strange. My wife loves being fucked by black men. She enjoys rough sex. I love masturbating while watching and also enjoy myself with a dildo in my ass. We support each other’s interests.

We recently decided to record our next date with black guys. So we met them on an app and agreed that they would simply come and fuck my wife without any tenderness or sentimentality, and I would set up a camera and watch from the next room.

Faith was lying on our bed completely naked. Two black guys walked into the room and saw her caressing her hairy pussy. They undressed. They probably hadn’t fucked for a long time because their black cocks were already hard when they undressed. My wife spreads her legs revealing her pink vagina.

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(5 votes, average: 3.60 out of 5)

I lay in bed next to my husband thinking about today’s date. I loved Jeffrey, he had always been gentle, caring, and accommodating, even submissive with me. We had been together for 10 years. But I gradually craved some development and passion in sex, something my husband had never been able to give me. I wanted to feel weak, submissive, and completely surrendered to only one type of man: strong and dominant black men.

My husband knew and accepted this. We decided to take a stroll in the park that warm evening. I wore a light summer dress that hugged my tits and hips, and Jeffrey walked beside me holding my hand. We sat on a bench when I noticed him.

A tall, athletic black man in his thirties was jogging nearby. His dark skin glistened with sweat, his arms were powerful, his shoulders broad. I immediately felt a warmth between my legs. He ran past, but slowed when he saw us. Our eyes met.

My husband and I sat on the bench and waited for him to pass us again. Fifteen or twenty minutes passed. He caught his breath and sat down on the bench next to us.

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I was sitting in the living room waiting for my wife Millie. It was almost 3 a.m. We’d been married for 10 years. And all that time, I thought I knew my wife better than I knew myself. And now I was waiting for her, my dick already hard as a young man’s. Because today she was finally going to tell me everything she’d been keeping secret for the past few months.

I found out by accident. Three weeks ago, I accidentally opened her phone. She’d left it in the kitchen while she was taking a shower. I saw messages from someone named «Mr. B»: «Yesterday was incredible, babe. Your white husband has no idea how much you scream when a real man comes over you.» Then I opened it and scrolled through the history.

It all started six months ago. In our tenth year of marriage, my wife decided she’d had enough of hiding her dirtiest fantasies. She’d always wanted older men. Much older. Older, more powerful, with gray hair and a heavy gaze. And when black joined in, it became an obsession. She fantasized about them taking her in a dark bar, in the backseat of a car, in a cheap motel, while I sat at home and thought she was with her friends.

I didn’t make a scene. Instead, I whispered that I wanted to know everything. I asked her to tell me everything the next time she came home. Her eyes lit up. She realized I wasn’t jealous. I was aroused and wanted it.

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(6 votes, average: 3.83 out of 5)