I have always been for frankness in marriage. I`m lucky with my wife Kate. We had no secrets from each other and we always shared sexual fantasies. I hadn`t thought about becoming a cuckold yet. One day she was carried away by a guy from her work. She came in cheerful and told how they flirted. That’s why her eyes were shining.
We were very excited by such stories. I encouraged her flirting with this guy. Only later I found out that he was a tall and well-built black guy. This only spurred my interest. Then I learned about becoming a cuckold.
Soon their flirting began to develop rapidly. At first they just kissed in secluded places and during lunch breaks. Kate sent me detailed messages and some photos. And then I ran to the toilet to jerk off because I had an incredible hard-on.
She was constantly excited. Then I allowed her to invite him to our house on their days off while I was at work. I was impatient the day they were supposed to be together at our house for the first time.
My name is Olivia and, I `m 35 years old. My husband is 47 years old. After my 30s, I felt like I had a second wave of youth and sexual activity. I was constantly missing sex. At first, my husband coped with my needs, but then he got tired. I have been trying to cope on my own for the last year. Of course, I had a question about how I would like to satisfy my needs with a man.
I directly expressed my desires to my husband. I love him, our family and our way of life are dear to me, but in order to be completely satisfied, I really miss sex. He listened to my thoughts calmly. He thought about our conversation for a couple of days. Then he said that he was ready to meet another man for me just for sex.
I was grateful to my husband for this. We have always been close. And now he is ready to do such things for me. We decided to choose a man for meetings together. I thought that since it would be just for sex, I would choose a black guy or a Latino. My husband agreed. We searched for a candidate for a long time, chatted with different guys. Then we really liked the black guy of 30 years old, he communicated like a professional, was cheerful and nice.
We are an ordinary couple who have been together since our youth. After 10 years of marriage, our sexual relations became less and less frequent. And we started thinking about how to change this situation. At first, we tried simple porn and sex toys. That’s how I came across a video about becoming a cuckold for the first time.
Then we went to a hotel for the weekend to spend time together. There I suggested my wife to watch porn in the interracial cuckold section. She didn’t know anything about it. I turned it on, and we started discussing it lying in bed. I saw she liked watching a big black cock fuck a white woman’s pussy in front of her husband.
Then we fucked, and it was somehow different. We decided to go to an adult movie theater the next day. We chose a booth and interracial cuckold porn. It was very hot and unusual. When we came out, we saw a black man in the audience. We were both so excited after sex in the booth.
After that, we started going to this hotel and spending time there, and also went to this adult movie theater. This black man was always there. He probably noticed us looking at him and came to talk to us. He asked us if we really wanted to try interracial cuckolding.
Recently my wife and I spent the weekend in one city. I knew that we would be tired after work and I wanted to give my wife a massage with bbc as a gift. I found a great massage salon that provided this service and signed us up for a couples massage there.
Liz was very happy, but had no idea that she was in for a quality fuck with bbc massage. We were met by two black guys masseurs. Liz looked at them with pleasure and quietly asked me if I had planned something today.
We undressed and lay down on the couches. The guys poured oil on us and massaged us for about 10 minutes to relax. Then my masseur gave me a sign that they were ready to work on my wife. One guy massaged Liz’s back, and the other her legs. Stroking her legs and thighs, he carefully touched her pussy.
I married Daisy despite her depraved past. I fell in love like crazy. She worked as a waitress in a strip club, then she was barely 19. She is a very beautiful girl with fair skin, thick red hair and small breasts with large protruding nipples, and what legs she has! And she is my slutty wife now!
I was tormented by doubts about her work as a waitress, I suspected that she earned money as a stripper in this club. I also always knew that she fucked the owner of the club and was something like his girlfriend at that time. More precisely, he used her as he wanted. He did it together with his two friends with whom they ran this club. They were all black men.
I knew they were fucking, and I did not dare to do anything to get her out of it. Then the owner of the club Chaze was arrested, and he left for a long time. I was glad that this guy finally went to jail, and his friends disappeared. Daisy got a job as a waitress at a bistro. We started dating, then got married. We lived a wonderful life for 5 years.
My wife Erica and I had been texting an experienced man whom we had chosen for our first interracial cuckold experience for several weeks. We were asking him for details and to be sure about the upcoming date.
He came from another city, we met him by car. He and my wife settled down in the back seat. They were having a nice conversation about interracial cuckold experience. He kept his eyes on my beautiful blonde wife with big tits and a thin waist.
They were whispering and hugging. I set up a mirror to watch them. I knew that Erica was not wearing panties. They started kissing. When he discovered that she was pantyless he was excited and moved his hand under her dress. Erica unbuttoned his jeans and began to suck his black cock.
She enjoyed it first in her hands, and then slowly began to suck it. Erica enjoyed the process because it was her first time tasting a black cock. She worked her mouth with delight until he began to moan softly with pleasure. She liked it, she sped up and he couldn’t hold back and came in her mouth.
I have never been present at my wife Shayna’s dates with her bull. She always sent only short videos and photos, which did not give me a full picture of what was happening.
I returned from a business trip a week ago and found her ready for a date. She did not expect to see me. She was dressed in a transparent negligee and white stockings. So she looked like a bride on her wedding night. It was somehow symbolic.
She was a little nervous that I came home early. But I intended to watch this hot action in our bedroom. She said I should be unnoticeable and not disturb them. So I behaved quietly to see how much of a slut my wife is with her bull.
He came. We discussed the situation, he did not mind. They actively flirted, kissed and touched each other’s bodies. He sat on the couch and took off her negligee, turned her ass to him and began to spank, so red marks remained. She was twirling in front of him caressing her tits and pussy while he was stroking his thick black cock.
My wife Sarah is an influential lawyer in our city, which is located in the north of the Country, and this is a medium-sized city. We have been married for about 18 years. About 2 years ago, we had a little depression, and I decided to brighten it up by renting a room in a sex motel in a more seedy part of the city. The motel had themed rooms and a jacuzzi. To my surprise, Sarah dressed up like a real whore: in a short skirt, high heels and a tight top. She insisted on going into the office to get the key, and shook her ass the whole way, attracting the glances of several guys who were hanging around outside. Once in the room, she confessed to me that for the last few years she had been constantly having the fantasy of becoming a whore.
Sarah is a blonde of medium height. She has fantastic 36 cm natural tits and beautiful wide areoles with sexy bumps around her nipples that become very hard when she is aroused. She also has a great ass, which got a little bigger when she turned 40, but which looks great in sexy tight shorts or skirts.
A few months ago, Sarah found a bar at a local college in a small town next door to ours. She wanted to dress up as a whore, go to a bar and flirt with college guys. I asked her how far she wanted to go?
“I don’t know. Maybe let a few guys buy me a drink, rub my foot against them. Let them grab my ass when we dance. If I get turned on, maybe I’ll fuck the guy a little. A few light kisses, and then we’ll go home and fuck like crazy.”
I had to admit that the thought of her being a slutty older slut who would be groped by horny college guys turned me on a little bit, until it went too far.
On the evening, we went to a bar, I dropped her off and watched her wiggle her ass in her 4-inch red heels as she swayed into the bar. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a black tank top that highlighted her fantastic boobs.
I came in a few minutes later and took a table at the bar, where I had a good view. She was already talking to several guys with a drink and a cigarette in her hand. I watched her smile, laugh, and lightly run her nails over the arm of one of the college guys. A few minutes later, they were on the dance floor as planned, and when the slow dance began, she snuggled up to him, and I watched as his hand stroked her lower back for a few seconds before disappearing under her skirt. Meanwhile, she stared into her new friend’s eyes before they kissed. First slightly, and then more deeply.
The song ended, and Michelle swayed back to the table with her friend. The bartender came over and asked if I wanted another beer.
“I see you’ve been watching this slutty MILF.”
I nodded.
“Do you see that black dude over there?” The bartender pointed to a gangly-looking guy in the corner. He was about 21 years old and wearing a headband of a gang color.
“His name is Mike. He runs the working girls in this bar. He’s going to lay the law down to her in a few minutes. I was wondering what to do when I saw the guy get up and walk over to Sarah. He bent down and whispered something in her ear, and after a few seconds I saw her exchange phone numbers with the guy she was kissing, and then went behind Mike’s back, even more demonstratively shaking her ass. As she passed by, she looked at me and smiled, so I didn’t do anything. Mike stopped at the end of the counter and sat down on a stool. Sarah stood in front of him, swaying slightly, with one foot on the stool Mike was sitting on. To be continued…
