I’m a slut at heart, and my husband Tom is a submissive cuckold. Our bed had become dull, and I decided it was time to spice things up. Fantasies of a black cuckold burned my pussy at night. I dreamed of a huge black cock tearing me apart while my husband jerked off in the corner, humiliated and wet.
So I started with provocation. At a recent dinner, I found his cock under the table and whispered: «Imagine, my boss fucking me on your desk, and you licking his cum off from my lips.» He blushed, but his cock was hard. I sucked his cock in our car choking on drool: «What if it were our black neighbor? He’d cum in my throat, and you’d swallow the rest.»
Then I came up with a role-playing game. I blindfolded him and tied him to a chair. «Darling, it wasn’t me!» I growl in a strange voice biting into his cock with my teeth. My pussy slops from my fingers, and I smear his face with it. «Feel how wet it is? This is for someone else’s dick. He would fuck me in the ass while you whine.» He cums like a fountain after that.
