Barbara's Cuckold Story Ch. 01byHOTMOM_BARB©
This is a true story by a drop dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories.
I stood before my dressing mirror, heart racing, as I inspected myself. When smoothing my dress over my hips the glint of my diamond and wedding band caught my attention. I considered taking them off, but remembering Carla's comments about the popularity of married women, decided to leave them on. I was pleased by my sexy, inviting reflection. Having ample breasts, I seldom wore a bra, and the thin fabric of my dress seductively outlined my breasts. I had spent more time than normal getting ready. I was freshly showered and on an impulse I put on my wedding and engagement rings resulting from the wanton thoughts and desires that had taken over my being after another year of my cuckold husband serving another tour in Iraq. It wasn't that I was cheating on him, it was what he wanted.
I reflected back on the journey that had brought me to that moment. I was raised in a conservative suburban town. Growing up, I accepted without question my parents' belief that blacks were just as good as we were, but as far as relationships go, each group was meant to stay with their own kind. I would actually feel revulsion when I saw a white girl walking with a black man because I had been taught that what they were doing was unnatural.
By the time I was in college, I saw some of my white classmates dating black men, and rationalized that if the races were truly equal there should be no reason why they shouldn't be together if they desired, but I definitely felt it was inappropriate for me. All through college, all my boyfriends and lovers were white. I was curious; however, as to why I saw many more white women with black men than the other way around.
By the time I was twenty-five, I was married to a professional soldier older than myself. I had been attracted to him because he seemed so much more mature than the guys I dated in college, and he was already financially established. For the most part, I had a good life. We lived in an upscale neighborhood. I drove a Mustang convertible.
After ten years of marriage, he started saying he wanted to see me being fucked by other men, and suggested we join a swingers club, have an open marriage and meet other men for sex. David used to be extremely jealous and possessive and now this. He thought he would become a better lover if he had some competition. He is 6', 180 lbs. with a respectable 7" cock.
I'm of Middle Eastern descent, 5'10", 38-28-38, with brunette hair, almond shaped eyes and look very much like the porn star Ona Zee. After several months, we joined a swingers club. They had weekly parties for couples only, couples and singles, and bi, gay, and lesbian parties.
After a couple of months, I was enjoying the sex with different men, David and I were having sex more often than ever, and he was better in bed, always trying to prove he was better or just as good as my other lovers. Then David received orders for Iraq in six months.
He said he wanted me to continue swinging at the monthly singles parties, as I would have a variety of lovers and he wouldn't have to worry about me cheating on him.
The singles group had four black members, younger then myself. At the previous parties, we never had a chance to meet, because I was always in attendance of someone else. I use to look at them and wonder if what they said, about black men being more endowed than other men, and several of the ladies at the club said they most certainly were. As I was talking with Barbara our hostess, a 6' well built black man appeared at her side.
She introduced him as Derek, and said he was an amateur photographer, who would be available to all members to take pictures of them for placing pictures of themselves Swinger Magazines or upload them on the Internet at no cost to themselves.
Derek said he would really like to get me into his camera lens, as I had a great photogenic body.
David and I talked to Derek some more and agreed on the coming Wednesday evening at 6:00 PM at our place.
Derek arrived at our house at 7:00 pm Wednesday evening and David greeted him at the door. He had his Digital and video camera with him.
I came out of the bedroom wearing a matching black bra, garter belt and shaved pussy, I knew she I was hot and ready. I told Derek to take me into the bedroom for some solo poses to warm her up before David would come in for the action shots.
About fifteen minutes later, I called for David to come in. Derek was laying, spread eagle, bare-ass naked on the bed, as I was stroking his hard eight inch cock. I told him to take the camera and take some pictures of Derek and me.
He picked-up the camera and got familiar with the settings and said he was ready.
I moved to Derek's cock, looked at David, and with a smile or a smirk on my face, opened my mouth and took his black cock into my mouth. I asked Derek how long his cock was, as it was much bigger and thicker than David's was.
He said it was 8" long and that some of his friends had cocks as large as 12."
How do you know that? I kidded him, are you bi-sexual?
He said that some of the wives that he had sex with, wanted to gang-banged by three or four black guys, and he couldn't help but notice their size.
I stopped sucking his cock and lovingly rubbed it against my face and said; "Damn, 12?" That's twice the size of yours David. I'd love to have a cock that big, fucking me, but I'll have to work my way up to take something that big. Derek, do you want to fuck me? I've never had anything bigger than David's 7" cock in me. Anything you can give me beyond 7" is virgin territory, and will always be yours until a bigger one comes along. Derek looked at David, and I said, "Well we're swingers now, open marriage, and all that, swinging is about sharing and experimenting with new lifestyles."
Derek smiled as he said, " Once you try black, you never go back."
"I love sucking your black cock and I want to be your naughty wife-slut with you, and be a good swinging wife." "I've always fantasized about having a black lover." "Hum, I love your hard black cock" I said as I went back to sucking his cock.
David and I had discussed our fantasies, and he never knew she had a thing for black men. David had several black friends, and I never showed any special interest in them over my other friends.
I was going to have to show him that I didn't have any previous fantasies. I would always gag when sucking David's 6" cock, and would always act like it was a chore to do, But, I was sucking more than 6" of Derek's cock, and I haven't had to gag yet. My saliva was flowing now, and I was slowly sucking his cock, taking pleasure in tasting every inch of him.
I looked up at David and said, "Are you taking some good pictures, keep the camera steady, I don't want any blurred pictures. I'm going to want to look at these pictures of me and Derek every day and masturbate."
David was shaking, and he had a hard time keeping the camera steady, I wish he had a tripod, as I continued enjoying Derek's cock. Maybe now I would give him more and longer sessions of oral sex. Maybe.
Derek began moaning, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum now baby, swallow my cum baby."
I stopped sucking his cock, preparing myself for the onslaught of his cum, but he told me keep sucking. As he came, I tightened my lips, and swallowed about three times, my eyes showing shock, and gasping for air as he came two more times, his cum flowing from my gaping mouth. When I regained my breath, I exclaimed; "I thought you were pissing in my mouth, I never knew a man could cum so much. If you fuck me, you are sure to make me pregnant the first time you cum in my pussy."
"Ok baby, are you ready to lose your virginity again?
"Oh Yes, give it to me, let me feel your big, black cock where it belongs."
Derek got up, and laid me on my back, spreading my legs, his still hard cock pointing towards the opening of my pussy. "Tell me what you want, baby; tell me what to do!"
"Fuck me. Fuck me with my first black cock, show me why black men are so much better lovers. Make me cum for your cock, make me cum for you Derek."
Derek lowered himself, letting the head of his cock home in on my wet pussy. When he felt my open lips touch his cock head, he impaled me with half of his length, and started stroking my cunt with ever increasing more cock, until his pelvis was meeting mine.
I was moaning, gasping, screaming, and yelling, as he filled my pussy with his cock, for about fifteen minutes, until he came again, filling me with his seed. "That was the first, second and third time I've ever cum, from being fucked.
David's mouth was agape, as he heard this from his wife. David never made me cum this strongly.
Derek said, he had to leave, that he was wearing out his "Boys night out" time.
I said, "When can we get together again."
Derek said, his white wife was a non-swinger, but she allowed him out 2 or 3 times a mouth to pursue his "needs."
"But I want to see you again!" I said.
"If you still want to fuck black guys, contact Barbara, she's a slut for black dick also, as are some other wives at the club. Ask her for James's phone number. He's young, hung and will show you a good time. And after you experience James and you want more black cock, ask her about Zebra Night parties
After Derek left, I remembered that he didn't take any action shots of me, and David, and told him so.
"Oh, don't worry. I've got some money saved, and we can by our own digital and video camera, and have Derek's friends take some pictures of us, and you take pictures of their black cocks pleasuring you, ok? He said.
"You know, honey, I feel turned on to sex again. I don't mean that sex with you isn't good, it just that were so predictable with each other. Now, with swinging, having an open marriage, and having sex with other men, I feel like a little girl in a candy store. I want to sample everything, boys, men, and women.
We had sex the next night, and I gave him the best blowjob ever. When we fucked, I responded with new vigor, moaning and squealing more than I ever did. I wondered if it was because I was less inhibited, or because I was fantasying about fucking more black cocks.
During the next couple of months, I had sex with other men that David and I met at the parties, but didn't pursue any black men, thinking I could do that after David left for Iraq. After David left, I missed him most, when I went to bed at night, woke in the morning. I was to busy the first ten days, taking care of all the things that David used to do, but as thing slowed down, my craving for sex began to intensify. It was another two weeks until the next party, so I called Carla the hostess of the club, who was also now a very close friend. I had phone numbers of the various men we had met over the previous months, and I called two of them, but they had dates that weekend. I told Carla about them, and asked her if she could suggest someone that I haven't met yet?
Carla said she knew what I liked and was open to, and for me to dress-up sexy, wear my black garter belt, short skirt, 3" heels and a blouse that would show-off my big tits and shave my pussy and she would call me back.
My pussy was neatly trimmed, but she said to shave it. I had shaved my pussy once before, and it felt so smooth and sexy but it itched like hell when it began to grow again. I had time so I shaved it baby smooth again.
Carla returned my call forty-five minutes later saying that my date, "James" would meet me in the parking lot of a singles bar at 7:00 PM.
I asked her if he was the same James that Derek had told me about?
She said possibly. She had given him my name and what kind of car I would be driving. She said he was prime meat, a "A+" lover and not to worry about anything, that he was a perfect date and was certified safe and clean of any diseases. She also invited me for coffee Tuesday afternoon after work to discuss my date with James and also meeting other men while David was away.
I said thanks, hung-up, and continued dressing. When I was ready, I reviewed my efforts in the mirror. I wore bright red lip-gloss that accented my full lips and David had said invited my lips to be kissed. I also wore one of David's white shirts, tucked into the waist of a short black skirt that had slits on both sides and under that my black garter belt, beige stockings and 3" heels that made me 6'1" tall.
I arrived at the parking lot 10 minutes early, and prepared to wait, thinking more about what disasters that may wait, than anything positive. A shadow fell over the hood of the car, then a gentle tapping on glass and a deep baritone voice calling my name through the partially open passenger window. "James?" I questioned.
He said "yes."
I unlocked the door and he slid into the passenger seat. He was a large man, broad shouldered, over six feet tall, short military cut hair and very, very handsome. I tried to speak, tried to say something, but I just said, "Handsome!"
He said, "I'm very glad to hear you say that, you're a very, very beautiful woman." He said he was in the military, never married, but came very close a couple of times, lived in the barracks, and that he had promise his friend that he could use his car, as he had planned on going out with the guys tonight.
I said, "I don't believe you don't have a different woman every day of the week?"
He said, "I enjoy being with the ladies, but like to balance it by going out with the guys every once in a while."