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Humiliated by a Boy – A cuckold’s wish

For a long time now I have wanted to be a cuckold. I started by reading the stories on the cuckold sites and of experiences had by other men – I have even spoken over the Internet with a few. As time went on more and more I got off on being humiliated. I wanted. No desired, to have people know that I was a cuckold –but how to do this?

My wife and I have been married for about 2 years now – it was a whirlwind romance and we had married 6-months after we first meet. We have no children and live in block of flats (apartments). Due to cost it is in one of the lower affluent areas but we are saving and hoping to move in time somewhere better. Oh, I have forgot to describe my wife: She is 5ft 4inchs tall (about 167cm), aged 31, attractive with brown hair and 36c breasts with narrow hips. I feel lucky to have married someone as attractive as her.

Now in our block there is a number of black families and I have noticed that many of the young boys eye my wife up lol who could blame them! The more intense my cuckold fantasy the more I wanted one of those black boys to fuck my wife – to make her pregnant – then there would be no doubt that I had been cuckold when my wife had a black baby! The added humiliation would be that the father was young and still living with his parents and so would be around for many years to come – thus the embarrassment and humiliation would be there for years.

One of the black boys, I shall call him Tyrone, was the most blatant at eyeing my wife and I have made contact with his eyes a number of times when I have seen him do this and he has that arrogant sort of look on his face and eyes that say “I will be fucking your wife”! He is young and still at school which annoys me a lot – I am sure I was never that arrogant or disrespectful to my elders at his age…but… the cuckold desires make me want him to be the one – my wife’s black lover. I have gone back and forward with this one in my head – played out the fantasies and the realities, tried to talk myself out of it –but with no success –I want this to happen!

My wife is aware that, as all men do, I watch porn and get off on it. We have spoke about my fantasies and I have told her about the cuckold ones – which like all women, she finds hard to fathom out. But, I wife is sweet natured and a be submissive and placid – she wants to make me happy and will do things I ask – if the pervy ones lol

Having the cuckold conversation with my wife was difficult, but she made it easier as she never judged and just asked questions – like “how will I view afterwards”, “ would it ruin our relationship”, etc.. We have spoke in some candour and she was unsure about the pregnancy bit… But (again lol) she has with some hesitation agreed to make me the humiliated cuckold I have wanted to be for so long. She was surprised that I wanted Tyrone to be her lover as he is so young, living close to us, and a bit of a “thug” (her words) – and yet she has agreed as long as I approach him about it. Not an easy thing to do we should all agree!

Recently we had came back after a shopping trip and I had noticed that Tyrone was walking towards us as we struggled with our shopping, my wife whispered “now’s the time”? - and we looked at each other with fear in our faces but horniness coasting through our bodies lol Tyrone walked by us and eyed my wife up from top to bottom and back again –focusing especially on her tits, but also staring at her clothed pussy. MY heart was beating and as he passed us I felt my body shaking, throat get dry and tight and a feel of nervousness I have never experienced before – He was pass us now and walking out into eth courtyard (we live on the second floor) before I snapped out of my slumber and shouted “Tyrone”!! MY wife looked at me surprised and scared and then to the floor – I put down our shopping and told my wife to wait there as I rushed down eth stairs to catch Tyrone up.

He had stopped at the entrance of the open doorway and had a look like “what the fuck do you want”! - could I go through with it, what if he said no or even laughed at me –but I guess that was the point! We stood there for what seemed hours (probably only about a minute at most in real time) and he stared at me before saying, “”what do you want”? – There was still a chance to back out if I wanted but before I engaged my sensible brain I blurted out, “I have seen you looking at my wife” – He stared angrily at me before replying, “so the fuck what”! Tyrone is only about 5ft 8inches tall 172cm), smaller then me (at 6ft – 183cm), and less muscular and of smaller build (he is only young after all compared to my adult build) –but something about his aggressive nature wanted him to cuckold me! I guess you other cuckolds know the feeling?….

“my wife is attractive don’t you think” was my reply, Tyrone started at me and smiled before saying “yeah I bet she fucks good” and then laughed.. “do you want to fuck her!” I blurted out without thinking about what I was saying… His head went back a bit and he laughed again before asking, “are you a cuckold”? How did he know about cuckolds – mind you most kids have access to the internet so maybe it is not that surprising…How did I reply? Well with honesty, “no, but I want to be” I shouted out (maybe a bit to eagerly) – Tyrone again gave me an evil look before his face broke out in a smile –“ok man how do you want this done”? I looked at eth floor and then up at him – my reply was that I wanted him to make my wife pregnant and I was cool with him telling over people that he was fucking my wife –but… that only he could fuck my wife – “I don’t share pussy man” was his reply… The dye had been set and now Tyrone knew of my wish and he was happy to make it come true…”He turned and started to walk away but stopped and shouted at me –“ get your wife done up I will be around at 7pm to take her on a date –she is my girlfriend now!”..

 

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I watched Tyrone walking away he then stopped and walked back to me as if he had something else to say - "cuckold" he said, "you know I have a very big and fat cock dont you - You wife had better have a pussy that can take it"! He then laughed and walked away and out of sight as I stood there. I thought to myself , "he can't be that big can he? He is just a boy still maturing and growing"! I then realised that I had a hard-on which was obvious in my trousers! Having trouble walking lol, I turned and went back to my wife with the news.
Inside our flat and after packing away the shopping my wife asked me if I wanted to do this.. I just pointed to my erect bulge in my trousers, dropped them and showed her.. She put her hand over her mouth and laughed – “oh my”! She giggled – “I guess you really do what this”! I just nodded… and that was that until about 6pm when she went for a bath and washed her hair. Nothing else had been mentioned about tonight for about 6 hours and my anxiety about it, coupled with my horniness was a new and strange experience..

My wife came out of the bathroom and dried her hair in our bedroom with the hairdryer.. She then came into the living room where I was watching some show on TV, looked at the TV and then at me and asked –“ why do you want this”?.. How to answer this question I mused.. “The short answer is because I find it sexy” – “I don't know why, I just do”.. “It may be not 'normal' but I want to experience it just once”… My wife looked at me shook her head and went back into the bedroom. I just hoped that my wife sees the advantages of what I want to happen: A relationship with a hot, strong, fit, young black boy with hopefully a big cock to take her to sexual heaven”.
My wonderful wife is faithful and true, kind and generous, and here I was asking her to be unfaithful and give a black boy (a young black boy!) an experience he (and us) with never forget – fucked up or what!

When my wife came out of our bedroom and into our living room she oozed a curious mixture of down to earth practicality and starry eyed romance. I thought I knew my wife but I learned a lot more about how she approached dates –and for a moment thought about how I should be her date tonight instead of him –the black boy! I looked at my wife and thought about how she was dressed for her date with the black boy I wanted to cuckold me, to breed my wife, and humiliate me to everyone I knew and didn’t know.

My wife was wearing a stripy stretch-knit dress with a stripy slash-neck, short sleeved top and flat shoes. I looked at her and she smiled but this wasn’t sophisticated enough I thought –I wanted slutty, third date style dressing… “honey” I said – “please put something else on – this is your romantic adventure, so please wear something that shows that”.. My wife looked stunned but turned and went back into the bedroom.. When she came back she was wearing a low cut sleeveless low back lace dress at a mini cut length, with white stilettos, and she smelt like an angel and looked like one as well! Just then the doorbell rang and shook me out of my stupor; "go answer that honey” my wife said… At the door was the young black boy ready to make me a cuckold and do all those things I had only dreamed off – we looked at each for a few seconds.. I then had such a horny thought…”hey” I said to him, “ before you go I want to take a picture of you with my wife” – he looked at me as if I had lost my mind but said “yeah why not” and he stood at our front door with my wife as I got my digital camera and took a picture of them together – My wife then kissed me on the cheek and said “don’t wait up” before disappearing with that young black boy in public and in the evening light where everybody could see them together – man what a rush! I hoped as I saw her walk away with the boy that her natural womanly desires would overcome her inhibitions. If she enjoys sex (and I guess she does) this experience would be her sexually utopia.

When she left I had an overwhelming desire to jerk off, but I wanted to be so highly horny when she returns that I cum without touching her lol I thus decided that I should go for a walk and get some air while she was out… Wondering around aimlessly I suddenly woke from my thoughts and realised that I was walking past some of the pubs and restaurants not far from where we live – I looked inside and saw the couples sat there, the women dressed to the ‘high nines’ and the men hoping it was their lucky night – Without explanation (so I thought) I got an erection so big and hard I thought it would burst my pants lol I sat done on a bench on the high street until my embarrassing problem subsided and decided to walk back home.. Opening the door the flat felt empty and eerily quite, like something had happened that I could no longer control - My wife’s 'little romantic adventure' has just begun!

I decided to call my friend up and tell him what I had just set in motion –but hey first why don’t I email him the picture of my wife with the black boy before they set off on their date! I downloaded that picture and sent it… Have you ever had an erection that you thought would never go down? Dialling my mate’s number, he answered after a few rings.. “hey”.. “oh hi”.. Delirious with lust, I had to tell him…”have a look at your emails”.. “why”?.. “just do it”.. I heard some noise and then silence before my friend asked me that fateful question.. “who is that with your wife”?... Should I tell him? Fuck yes my erection and pervy mind shouted… “that is her lover”.. silence.. “what”!... “I am about to become a cuckold and I have asked my wife to make me one with that black boy”.. He laughed that embarrassing style of laugh.. “you drunk or is it April fool”?....”silence….”fuck me” he replied “you’re telling the truth”!... “yes” was all I could reply… “well good luck” was his reply” before he continued with “Can I tell my wife"? -“sure” I replied, “it won’t be long till everybody knows what I have begged my wife to do”…silence..”fuck man I always knew you were weird” before laughing once more…

 

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My wife returned at half past twelve, she did not have the look of someone who had been fucked. More a first date kind of look – I was still up in our living room watching some shit film and drinking a beer. She must have seen the light and came into the room, looking at me and then the TV all she said was “ah”, shrugged her shoulders and went into the bedroom. I was puzzled – what happened? As I entered our bedroom she was just putting her night dress on, which is short with a round neckline, a teddy bear front print with short sleeves. I just stared at her for a few moments before asking; “how did it go”?. My wife looked at me and said, “none of your business how it went” – and pushed past me and went to the bathroom where I heard the door being locked from the inside. I must have looked a strange sight – a mix of bewilderment, puzzlement and fear!
I decided to turn the TV off and our living room light, and wait for her in our bed. Taking of my clothes I got into bed in just my boxer shorts and waited. Ten minutes later she emerged and got into the other side of the bed. “turn the light off dear she said” – turned her back on me and closed her eyes. I was not going to have that!! Mustering up my annoyance mixed with horniness and curiosity I asked her, “What’s the matter”? I heard her make a huge sigh before turning towards me and raising herself up she shouted at me, “you want me to have a young black boy’s baby – you really don’t deserve me”! Now I was expecting some sort of reply but not that! A few minutes passed and I thought of how to reply – “yes –I love you” was all I could muster. Pathetic eh! My wife was angry and upset, not tearful but still…. “OK” was her reply, “if this gets you off remember you asked for it – once it is done there is no going back”. I had a thoughtful moment and said to her, “yes I know but this is what I want –I need to be a cuckold”… My wife just glared at me and said –“turn the light out I want to go to sleep”; .She turned her back on me again and lowered herself into the bed. Fuck! I had to ask –“Did your romantic adventure go well”? I heard her make a huge sigh again, before she replied, “it was good thanks”..”you do know how old he is”? All I could reply was “yes”..A few minutes of silence occurred before she said, “one of our neighbours saw me and him together”… I instantly got hard in a nano second lol “Who”?... Silence… Then my wife replied, “the young girl across the hall”… Now this girl is about 17yo, blonde and a bit of a hottie, but she does have a big mouth..”did you speak to her”? …. “no but he did -and she now knows I am going to be fucked by him bareback and without protection”… I felt my cock and it was leaking pre-cum I really wanted to have a wank!..... My wife then continued, “she is going to call tomorrow and ask you if you know of my relationship with the boy”…..”Night” my wife finished off with…
What was I going to do!

 

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The next day the suspense of what my wife and the black boy got up was killing me. Thoughts about his big, no in my head massive 13 or 14” black cock, stretching and ruining my wife’s pussy was driving me mad! I had to go the toilet more then once to relieve the pressure my cock was putting on the front of my trousers lol

When I arrived back home from work there was no sign of my wife. This can happen as I work about 20-30 mins from home while my wife has to drive from the other side of the city. As I was preparing dinner (or lunch depending on your viewpoint) there was a knock at my door. As I opened it the 17yo girl from across the hall was standing there. “Hi” she said and then smiled; “can I come in”? I nodded and waved her through – she saw the food being prepared in our kitchen and asked if it was OK to chat with me now. I said that it was. She smiled and walked in our living room. “You do know your wife is cheating on you” she told me, I nodded. She laughed and carried on with, “you know”!. How do I response I thought – shall I tell her of my wish and humiliate and embarrasses myself in front of this young girl or do I lie?

“Yes I know”. She looked at me thoughtfully and replied, “How does that make you feel”? There was silence for a few minutes as I weighed up my options –well, they say honesty is the best policy! “I asked my wife to let him fuck her”! The look on her face said it all – a mixture of bewilderment, shock, surprise and embarrassment. She omitted a nervous giggle and said, “Wow”! Shaking her head she mentioned if I and my wife were swingers or something? “No” was my reply. Thoughtfully she considered her next question – “your wife likes black men and you are cool with that”? “No –my wife does not like black men –she has never had a black Boyfriend or been with a black man before” – The devil in my head was encouraging me to tell her –“tell her” it kept repeating. Well guess what I did just that! “I want my wife to fall in love with black men to have their babies and leave me” –SHIT! Why did I say that –who can fathom out these cuckold desires we all seem to have.. “Well” she replied, “you are gong to get your wish with that black boy”. Shaking her head she turned and walked toward our front door, stopping she told me she wanted to ask and warn me about the black boy, but that was pointless now –giggling she left our flat.

I needed a wank lol Quickly I hoped onto our bed and within a few minutes of reliving the conversation with the girl and thoughts about a 13-14” black cock on the boy ruining my wife for me I shot my cum then I think I have ever done before lol

Just then I heard our front door open and in walked my wife. I stayed on eth bed with cum over my shirt and my cock all limp and wet from my powerful ejaculation. “honey you in” she called –“in the bedroom”. As she entered I must have looked quite a sight lol Why do women shake their heads and sigh when they see us men like this? “I have just spoken to the girl across the hall” –“she knows” I said. Laughing my wife mentioned how she knew that already as she had a conversation with her last night about what she was doing and why. My wife continued, “all she wanted to know was whether you were OK with it and what kind of wimp lets his wife fuck other men”.
You know what –I could not answer that last point!

After dinner my wife and I cuddled up on the sofa and watched a long-running soap programme on the television. After it finished I turned and asked my wife the question I have wanted to know for about 25 hours –did the black boy fuck her? She turned her head and looked at me, or was that glared at me, and replied “no” –“what kind of woman or slut do you take me for”! She continued telling me that they had talked and laughed and had had a goodnight kiss but without tongues! “Nothing else happened” she said. Man! What a pisser –here was I imagining allsorts of freaky sexually deviant stuff and nothing happened!

“Are you going to see him again” I asked? She smiled and said “yes” –“he wants to fuck me tomorrow”. Instant hard-on lol “How do you know that” I asked? “cause he told me” – What a fucking cheek I thought, how dare he presume such a thing –but you know what –that was tempered by a horniness so strong I cannot explain it. “Where is he going to fuck you” I finally replied. My wife looked at me with annoyance –“I have just told you the black boy is demanding to fuck me and you are not angry”? “What’s the matter with you”! My grabbed my wife’s hand and placed it upon the bulge in my trousers – “you know I want this”. She pulled her hand away and replied –“well he is coming here tomorrow night and he wants to fuck and sleep with me in our bed” All I could was nod. This seemed to annoy my wife and she got up and slammed the living room door shut.

 

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The next morning I awoke and my wife was not in the bed beside me. I looked up at the ceiling and thought about the events in our life so far –the black boy, my cuckold fantasy, and whether it was a good idea to push this fantasy to its ultimate conclusion. I then realised that I was masturbating and started to have horny thoughts about the boy’s big black cock fucking my wife –breeding her – and of my wife falling in love with the boy and leaving me. I had to push the covers down so not to cum on them and soon I was shooting the biggest load I have done since my teens!

I then turned and in the doorway was my wife – “well, someone is feeling horny”! She laughed and went to her wardrobe. I felt like a little boy who had just been caught by his mother –why was that? I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I had a shower and shave and went to get dressed. My wife was in the kitchen making her self breakfast and a cup of tea (so English lol) for the both of us.

After getting dressed I sat with my wife in the living room drinking my tea with her. Silence –it was too eerie –I had to say something. “so tonight is the night” –Shit! Was that the wrong thing to say? My wife looked at me – “yes… and judging by your wank you were having you like the thought of me being fucked by a black boy”! I hung my head in shame; how could I as a man, a husband, encourage my wife to fuck a black man – no a black boy! Well guys I guess you all know that our cocks have a mind of their own – mine did and it was making a tent in my trousers – which was not missed by my wife. Looking at my hard-on and then into my eyes she steadied herself before saying – “"He wants to fuck me without protection and you know I am not on the pill”. Now’s the chance to assert my manhood, to tell her that this was just a test of loyalty; to make her realise that I was a man who would not let her be unfaithful! Guess what –I bottled it –“yes” was my reply.

My wife just started at me and her voice increased in loudness as she said –“ and what about our friends and family if he impregnates me? How will that look when I give birth to a black baby? You are going to look like a fool!"… “yes” was all I could reply. My wife shook her head and got up and took our cups and her breakfast bowl into the kitchen. How could I be so naïve, so wimpy, so… My thoughts were interrupted by my wife – “I am going out now and I won’t be back for a while” – “yeah OK love” I replied. I heard the front door open and then close. Left alone once more in our flat with my cuckold thoughts –is this how other cuckolds feel I mused?

I needed to find out and went to our computer and the source of all my cuckold fantasies –the internet! I posted my thoughts and fears onto one of the cuckold websites and engaged in some web-chat with a London based Bull called Rudo. He was originally from Zimbabwe and had lived in England for the past 5-years. He informed me how surprised he had been by the white girls’ sexual forwardness here and how he could not believe that white men had asked him to cuckold them with their wives! Cuckold chat-rooms are a great way to share stories with like-minded people. Rudo told me how he had recently impregnated a cuckold’s white wife and I told him that this was one of my greatest fantasises – my wife to be black bred. Rudo just encouraged me and wished me luck. Turning off the computer I sat down and watched a bit of sport on telly –but I was so horny thinking about a black boy breeding my wife and then her leaving me for him that I needed another wank!

After my wank it was early afternoon and I settled down to the usually drudgery that is life. It was now 4 o’clock in the afternoon and my wife had been gone for about 6-hours -I heard the front door open and in walked my wife. We hugged and she gave me a kiss on the cheek – not on the lips? It was unusual as she had kissed me on the lips since we were married!

My wife was carrying a bag. “what’s in the bag”? I asked. She giggled and pulled out a pair of pyjamas with the smurfs on them! “I meet the boy and he wants you to wear these when he arrives in a minute” – Fuck! My wife continued –“ He has told me that you cannot fuck me anymore and that you should have a vasectomy – he wants to impregnate me”! She giggled some more. Fuck! Who does this boy think he is – telling me what to wear and make demands like that. My wife’s hand was on my crutch and soon I had a hard-on that brought a response from my wife – whispering in my ear she said – “He wants to fuck me in my Wedding Dress”. Now this has to be one of a cuckold husband’s greatest fantasies; It’s a fantasy that many cuckold Husbands and Bulls find very appealing because of its symbolic nature. My wife’s wedding dress had until now remained safely stored in her wardrobe. The dress that my wife had been in when we married, when we made our vows, that she had worn when she become my wife. So many memories went through my head – my wife placed her hands either side of my head – turned it slightly – and placed a tender kiss on my lips- “Say you don’t want this to happen and you can fuck me in my wedding dress like you did on our wedding night”.

I thought about ending my cuckold fantasy here and now; to thank my wife for indulging in my fantasy and telling her that my cuckold fantasy will stay just as that and not as a reality. But guess what – I moved my lips from my wife’s and said – “no, the boy will fuck you tonight”. MY wife looked into my eyes and I swear I could see tears forming – “OK” she whispered and turned her head to the side of mine and we hugged so closely and tenderly like it was our last time.

 

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Well they say tomorrow never comes lol but here it was – the day when I was going to be a cuckold. I don’t know how you other wannabe and cuckolds feel, but for me the feeling was apprehension filled with dread and a massive side-order of horniness! Thinking back about all this I realised that I had not fucked my wife for over a week; we had been a 2 times week married couple before now.

There was nothing eventful to mention about today; both me and my wife went through the drudgery that is life and work. Arriving home at 6pm I noticed that my wife had beaten me, and was in the bathroom –by the sounds of it getting ready for that black boy – I wondered about him; does he have a big cock and balls, is he fertile, can he fuck my wife to the degree that she cannot do without him and leave me? Many thoughts but strangely little concern. Women say men think with their cocks and this was especially true right now – I had not even really thought about the consequences of my wishes or of our actions.

Just as I was day-dreaming even more I heard the door bell go – standing there was the black boy. Typical teenager, but man was he confident and very arrogant. “Hi” he said and walked into our flat – “where is she”? “Who” – “your wife”! Man, here he was just larger then life but I could not do anything – I sooo wanted this and he knew it. I then realised that this boy was going to be my nemesis and my cuckolder.

We heard the bathroom door go and out stepped my wife; a towel covered her body and a towel was wrapped around her head – “Oh hi” she said and then smiled at the boy. He moved close and putting his arms around her pulled her close to him, and they kissed –THEY KISSED! Right in front of me as if I was not there – has anybody else been involved with such an experience; some teen boy taking your wife right there in front of you? If so you can only imagine how I felt and the hardness in my trousers.

They broke off and my wife then did something I had never thought she would – she opened her towel to show the boy her married body – my wife’s body – the body we had made vows about at our wedding… The boy smiled and would you believe it so did I The sight in front of us was soon ended and my wife started that she needed to get ready and “why don’t you boys go into the living room and get comfortable”. She disappeared into our bedroom and me and the boy done as we were told.

I wanted to ask so many questions but could not think of the words or how to phrase them. The black boy was just sat there, he then made the first move –“so you know I am gonna take your wife as mine don’t ya”! There was menace in his voice “yes” was all I could reply. Sitting back on our settee he continued – “your wife said you had asked her to have my baby”? Was this true I thought –did she betray me to him? What a dumb thought – this had been what I wanted so even if she did say that it was only the truth. The boy stared at me with piercing brown eyes. Man, have you ever had a young black guy look at you in such a way? It is scary let me tell you! Swallowing my pride I had to say something back to him – “yes I want you to breed my wife”. NO going back now I realised. He just started at me and said –“ good”… Just then my wife entered our living room – It was some sight!!! There was my wife dressed in her wedding dress and she looked so beautiful just like the day I married her.. I was so turned on and now that something special in our relationship was about to end –all because of me.

The black boy got up and walked towards her – but she stopped him. Great! I thought she was going to turn him down and beckon me to join her instead – but no she asked something that sent shivers through my whole body – “Show me your cocks boys and the biggest gets me for the night”.. I just stared at her and she smiled; the black boy turned to me and pulled down his jeans –no pants –and there in front of me and my wife was a semi-hard black cock and balls! “Hold on” my wife said and left us for a minute or two –I heard sounds from the kitchen and she returned with a measuring tape! A fucking measuring tape! “Come here” she asked the boy, who shuffled over to her – bending down she measured his cock and in her eyes was lust– “eleven inches hard”! She then measured how round his balls were - “and balls...eight and half inches round”! That boy had balls the size of large eggs!! How much cum would he shoot and how fertile would it be I mused..”and now my husband” my wife said – a wicked smile passed her face.. I went over to her and dropped my trousers –I noticed the boy having a good look and then that sound that all blacks make with the tongue and teeth –that tut sound - “five and half inches long and balls”….six and half inches”! The boy had beaten me in size in both cock and balls. My wife then stated that the boy was the winner and she looked at me with a crocked head look – smiled and said to the boy -“come with me and breed me black”. The boy stepped out of his jeans and followed her; my wife – in her wedding dress - into the bedroom. The door was slammed shut and I just stood there defeated and humiliated.

 

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For the next few hours I heard the cries of pleasure from my wife emulating from our bedroom. At one point I listened at the door with my cock in hand doing the time honoured cuckold tradition of wanking. Images shoot through my head of my wife’s pussy being stretched beyond repair and now too big for my meagre offering; of the black boy impregnating my wife; of me pushing the pram with our bi-racial child inside; of my wife telling our friends and relatives how I had begged her to be black bred. I soon shot my load over the door – two ejaculations and a dribble. Feeble I would say wouldn’t you? Soon after I heard our door open and out stepped the black boy; BIG black cock swaying in front of him – wet with my wife’s pussy juice and his cum. All that black sperm inside my wife’s unprotected pussy sent shivers through my spine. The boy walked into our bathroom and I heard the sound of him pissing and then of the tap water. I peered into our bedroom – there lay my wife.

A haughty smile on her beautiful face. Her beautiful naked body, thick white cum dribbling down the insides of her thighs. Her neck and breasts had love-bites. She saw me and with an air of confidence said “well you got what you wanted”

My resolve crumbled as I looked at her. I mumbled “yes”. She patted next to her on the bed and I entered the bedroom and half sat-lay next to her. I could not get the sight of her beautiful body being ravaged by the black boy out of my mind. I needed another wank and got of the bed –“oh no” she cried – “come here”. I turned and she had opened her legs wide and pointed to her pussy – “it’s clean up time, just like in all your cuckold stories”!

I hesitated, how sick is it for a man to lick and taste another man’s sperm; how gay is that? However, I obediently obeyed her. She laid there, legs apart, spunk now running onto her stockings. Yes, did I fail to mention that - my wife had been wearing white stockings along with her wedding dress, which was now just a crumbled heap on the floor.

My face was now only inches away from her stretched pussy and the smell of her sex and the black baby batter was pungent. Before I knew it my tongue was in her sticky, wet pussy and I was licking and lapping at it like a cat who had got the cream. My wife let out small moans of joy and pleasure and grabbed my hair and held me in place so I couldn't escape. I was defeated and had now accepted my fate as a humiliated and probably denied cuckold. Where was my self-respect, why was I not more self-loathing at my predicament? Just then I heard another voice in the room – “well what do we have here then”? A big booming laugh then emulated from the door way, I broke away from my wife’s hand and pussy; turning I saw the black boy with his cock looking rock hard – all 11 inches out it, and I saw his massive balls that had produced the sperm that I was licking and swallowing; The sperm that may now be piercing one of my wife’s eggs and producing life – a bi-racial baby. My respect for him grew and also my respect for my wife for taking such a monster cock. She had proved that she was all woman, while I was proving I was all wimp.

I had a strange feeling, which took me a while to realise - I wanted my wife and the boy to humiliate me; I wanted to be the sex slave of my wife and the boy; I wanted my wife to leave me after my pitiful display here today and marry the black boy, and be there at the wedding giving my wife to him and telling everybody –friends and relatives - that I had begged my wife for this!

As I contemplated all this the black boy had moved towards the bed. He tapped my shoulder and pointed to the door –“time to go dude” he said. He no doubt wanted to fuck and caress my wife again. I walked towards the door, one more glance at my wife and the boy next to her. They were lost in their own private world and all I could now was to clear off and leave them in peace.

 

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I awoke with the sunlight peering through the window and shining onto my face and into my eyes. As I lifted myself off our settee my body started to ache with the strains of sleeping on something half the size of me. I thought back to the night’s events and wondered what had happened while I had been a sleep. I tend to be a sound sleeper so any noise would not have been heard by me.

Sitting on the settee I raised myself and went to the kitchen; I need a cup of tea (so English lol) to moisten my mouth. As I passed my, no, my wife’s and lover’s bedroom, I tried to listen out for any noise of them together – nothing, not a dicky bird!

Turning the kettle on I peered out of my window and heard footsteps behind me. Turning I saw my wife; she was so beautiful - a picture befitting an angel. She was wearing the red baby doll dress I had purchased for her last Christmas; a one piece with soft cute halter style lace cups and a mesh drop that sits just below the hips. She was wearing no panties

She had obviously changed during the night, and the boy had seen my wife in something only I had done previously –it was like a dagger through the heart. But, wait, could it be… yes…I noticed that my wife had love bites on her neck! Shit, that boy was an animal! My wife woke me from my day dream… “make one for me”, as she put her arms around me and moved her body into mine…”he had me 3 times last night and once this morning before he left”, she whispered into my ear. My cock become erect in record time just imaging the boy fucking my wife with his massive black cock and his BIG balls slapping against her body; them kissing; and my wife groaning in pleasure. Hold on did she just say he had left? “he left” I inquired…”yes, early this morning – he said he had things to do”.. she smiled and then laughed at the frown upon my brow.. “but, but” I crocked… “but nothing” my wife said, and breaking our embrace she reached to get the cups out of the cupboard. Her dress rode high and I saw the vision of paradise that was her shaved, but red raw and puffy pussy –the boy had really stretched her and pounded that pussy into submission I thought.

We drank our tea together in the living room, where my wife leaned into me on the settee. On any other day it would be normal. Today it wasn’t –I was now officially a cuckold .

The cuckold experience had been great, but there was something nagging away at me –as if I wanted more. It suddenly hit me – I was not yet the ultimate cuckold, if you know what I mean. Looking at my wife I started to ask her a number of questions which would finally seal my fate as the ultimate cuckold. From it transpired that the black boy was taking my wife out to meet his parents today and then for a drink; my wife had enjoyed the experience of being black fucked and wanted more; my wife had agreed with the black boy that I would not fuck her anymore (at least why he was her lover); she was to let him meet her friends; her friends! I panicked for a minute as everybody would know I was a cuckold - that I had encouraged my wife to cuckold me- that I was a wimp and not a man…

My erection told a different story and it was not missed by my wife….” Have a
shower and get dressed, love” she said..”he will be here at twelve and we can meet his parents together”.. She smiled….I nodded and went to do the things she had asked, or was it ordered?
After my shower, shave, and s__ , you know, I helped to dress my wife at her insistence. I was in effect dressing her for another man, and preparing her to be ultimately his.

No need to shave my wife as she had only recently done so; no need to give her a manicure or pedicure as again she had recently had them. Instead I painted her nails and toes a bright cherry red and helped with her hair and make up. I noticed she did not have her wedding and engagement rings on and from inquiry it transpired that the boy had told her to take them off, and that he was her only lover and would provide a ring for her to wear. He was slowly taking my wife away from me and strangely I could not be more excited!

I lay her dress for the day out on our bed: a white drape-top dress with shoulder straps – it exposed her breasts and cleavage to perfection. As she put it on, she was naked and I was in no doubt that she was going to the boy’s parent’s house without a bra on and in commando style! With her red pointed toe stilettos she was indeed the Lady in Red!

After a spray of her Dior perfume and a dab of it behind her ears, she checked her appearance in front of the mirror and did a pirouette – I guess she was satisfied how glamorous and sexy she looked –and it wasn’t for my benefit!

There was a knock at the door and as I opened it there was the black boy – he had a shit eating grin on his face when he saw my wife –“ looking good babe” was all he said.

As we walked over to the boy’s parents flat in the next block I reflected on how I had become a cuckold and what the future held.

As we got to his parents flat he knocked on the door –strange I thought. The door opened and there stood his parent’s and they must have only been a few years older then my wife and I.

They displayed shock at the sight in front of them; the white married couple from the next block of flats, standing on their porch. The black boy spoke first..”mum, dad this is my new girlfriend”..my wife held out her hand and the father shook her hand first..the mother just stared at my wife and looked her up and down, and then her eyes blazed into my very soul. The boy turned to me and said..”tell my mum and dad that it is OK man”..It was more like an order then a request. My wife looked at me, more in pity I think then anything; “err, my wife”..”umm”..”is here with my”..err”..”OK”… “I”…”umm”…”It’s OK for your son to date my wife”.. I stammered - “good man” the boy said smiling, and my wife and him stepped into the flat. I followed but was quickly stopped by my wife..”go home”, was all she said. As I stood there the door was closed and I was alone with just my thoughts and a feeling mixing dejection with elation, horniness with embarrassment, dignity with humiliation.

 

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Home alone I masturbated with a fervour I had never done before –the humiliation, the embarrassment, the fear of losing my wife, all the cuckold stories of superior black studs fucking and breeding white wives ran through my head. After cumming I looked down at my spent cock and felt my balls –no wonder my wife wanted the black boy I thought – I have such small balls and a small cock, and looking at my cum in the tissue I obvious do not shoot much sperm –no wonder my wife wants and needs a black boy to satisfy her sexual needs!

The day continued after that and into night-time; darkness ensued and the daylight turned into artificial light, but still no sign of my wife. I began to wonder and my fears enveloped me; could she have finally decided to leave me and go with the black boy. Just then the door opened and in walked my wife. She was no different from all the times she has done that in the past…except…wait for it…she had a glow, a Je ne sais quoi about her. She looked at me and smiled and entered the bathroom. I was feeling so tantalised, so in awe of my wife and how easy it seemed for her to cuckold me. I waited outside the bathroom door and after a while she exited it and looking at me said –“you all right”?.. How do you reply to that? She walked past me into the bedroom and closed the door. I needed to know what had happened; was this the end of our marriage, had I pushed her too far in my desire to be a cuckold.

I opened the bedroom door and the sight before me was my wife changing into her striped night dress and putting her dressing gown on. She looked up at me and smiled. I had to, no, needed to say something…”how did it go”? I inquired…””good” she replied. Dam! I needed to know details. What is it about us cuckold’s that we need to know every single humiliating and embarrassing detail? “umm.. did it go well”?.. My wife looked at me and sighed.. “if you want to know then so be it”…

My wife then proceeded to tell me how she had informed the black boy’s parents that I prefer masturbating then fucking, and that she had become lonely and dissatisfied with marriage so I had forced her to take a lover. She proceeded by telling me that she had told the parents that she had meet their son and falling in love with him –LOVE! Cuckold angst ensued but strangely in a perverted way.

She stated that she had kissed the boy in front of his parents – a lovely kiss on the lips not French style – more a butterfly kiss… His mom was shocked to say the least at first, but my wife said she soon settled when her husband gave his blessing and the boy looked happy. The boy and my wife had held hands in the boy’s parents flat and his parents had taken pictures of the lovers.

I was shocked.. no more inquisitive about this development..”are, are, um”….”Am I going to leave you for the boy”? my wife finished off my sentence..”yes” I asked.

My wife then began to tell me that the black boy had asked her to be his steady girlfriend and she had gladly accepted to be exclusively his from now on. Knowing my cuckold desires and having seen the interracial and cuckold stories I had shown her over the years, she knew what I had asked for when I asked her to cuckold me. So with this information in mind she informed me that she had removed her wedding ring and replaced it with an eternity ring that had been the black boy’s grandmother’s. She held up her hand and wigged her fingers at me to show off what she said was a 9ct white gold diamond ring. I wife looked at the mournful expression on my face and with one hand held my face…”don’t be sad –little one… He will probably fuck me for a while, knock me up, and then move on to another married white wife”… Her other hand went to the crutch in my trousers and there was no hiding the hard-on I had..”it seems the little one likes the idea of me being a girlfriend of a black boy stud”…

I so wanted my wife to caress my cock and get me off, so I asked…”wank me off” I pleaded.. She laughed…”no.. you wanted this and you will have to endure what is to come”. I must have looked surprised and puzzled by this statement and so my wife explained the next event. It transpired that the black boy wanted to be able to show his friends that she was his girl and was taking her to a party tomorrow night. Afterwards he was taking her home and had told her she was sleeping with him that night. My wife continued by saying that her work colleagues were planning to celebrate a co-worker's retirement and she was going with the black boy! Shit! I knew that if that happened everybody would know that I was cuckold and a wimp husband. My wife had now moved away from me..”time for bed” she said…”I am so tired after all that black cock loving”! What???!!!!

 

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That night I had difficulty in sleeping; all the images and visions of the past few weeks were buzzing around my head; so many thoughts. I saw the daylight permeate our bedroom and the sounds of my wife asleep next to me; I heard the birds singing so brightly and cheerfully. I guess I must have only had a few hours slee, and upon my wife rising out of the bed and her greeting of “morning cucky” – I was all done in; both emotionally, mentally and physically. I now wondered if I should not stop this situation now and for my wife and I to go back to how it was.

While having these thoughts my wife had showered and was now dressing. She never hide that beautiful body from me. I laughed inside at all her verbalised worries of having a fat, stomach, upper arms, thighs, and amazingly, face. No way was she fat and no way was she anything but a picture of beauty. Had I gone too far in encouraging her to cuckold me? My wife woke me from my thoughts –“I’m going to meet his friends tonight after work, and then we are going to that leaving do”? She sounded so nonchalant; so in control. When I never replied she continued –“don’t wait up me for, I am sleeping at my black lover’s house tonight”. Oh how those words hit me like a sledgehammer; ‘No – No – No, my rational brain shouted at me. When I never replied for a second time my wife voiced concern –“you OK”. She looked at me with pitying eyes, so bright and clear –“yes” was all I could muster as a reply –“good” – And then she was gone.

Work was difficult; coupled with the sleepless night, tiredness, fear of losing my wife and horniness, I just could not focus. The day past in a blur and soon it seemed I was home again; it felt so cold, dark, and lonely without my wife here.

I received a text message –“been introduced to more black boys and they are hunks! XX”. My heart sank –I was losing my wife to young black studs and there was nothing I could do about it. After eating a microwaved ready made meal (like some sad lonely single virgin) I sat down in front of the TV. Another text message sound radiated the air –“All of his friend’s were looking at me and I think they want to fuck me lol smiley face”. Dejected, bitter, call it what you want, I just sat there and mused over her text messages. I made the conscious decision to go to that leaving do and face my wife and the boy, and tell them that I wanted no more of this cuckold scene. I imaged me dragging my wife home and make love to her like a husband should do!!

A quick shower and into fresh clothes later I was on the way to my wife’s work colleagues leaving party. Once there I felt sick with apprehension, but was determined to have my say. The leaving party was in a function room in one of the big chain pubs in the centre of town, and upon entering I saw lots of people but not my wife. I then saw her on the dance floor; she loved to dance just like all women. I noticed some white guys were eyeing her up and whistling; who could blame them she was beautiful. They were getting a perfect view of her bare ass as her skirt rode high with her twirls and energetic dance moves. I knew what they were thinking as I was doing the same! However, I did not notice the black boy. Maybe he was not here? maybe she did not come with him? maybe I have not been outed? But then I turned and saw him. He was watching my wife dance from the bar. I heard a voice “hi” –it was one of my wife’s friends from work; she had obviously had a few by her appearance and slightly slurred words –“have a drink you seem like you need one” she laughed. I walked over to the bar and just as I got there, and before I could say anything to the boy, he walked past me with two drinks; one was obviously for my wife. I was stunned at first and then angry, but that soon passed as another of my wife’s work colleagues started speaking to me –“Who’s the coon” he asked, nodding towards the black boy. Not PC I agree but that is how it is with some people – “umm, he’s a friend”. He looked at me and growled –“well I am sure he is fucking your wife; look”! I turned to see what he was seeing and you could have not have surprised me more; there was the black boy up close to my wife on the dance floor and they were gazing into each other’s eyes –and then –they kissed; only briefly but in public and in front of everybody. “ Can I help” the barman’s voice shook me out of my malaise –“yes, a pint of Stella please”. I could not take my eyes off the sight of my wife and the black boy. The boy was now pointing over to me and my wife was smiling. The broke their embrace and started to walk over to where I was standing –“fucking hell man” my wife’s work colleague said to me –“you should kick the shit out of him”.. I stood there without making any reply –“if you do let me know; I’m be glad to help”. As my wife and the boy arrived where I was standing her work colleague walked away. My wife was the first to speak –“so what brings you here”? – “I umm wanted to take you home” I mumbled; “oh ain't you sweet” my wife replied –“but I told you I am being fucked by my lover tonight”. The barman was nearby and heard what my wife said; he gave me a pitting look charged to disguist. “Oh, you sure” - was all I could say –“yes, but do stay if you want” –she kissed me on the face, and her and the boy went over and sat with my wife’s two close work friends.

I started to sip my drink and stayed at the bar. I wondered what her work colleagues were thinking right now and what would they would say to me and her? I noticed her take out her mobile phone and show her friends something. She pointed at me and her friends looked up and laughed. Then one of them waved at me and made the little finger sign. Fuck! I had been outed as a cuckold. They then looked surprised at something on the phone and looked at the boy, who just laid back and opened his legs. I saw her friends look down at between his legs, and at my wife, and then say something to her. My wife just nodded. All this suspense went on for the next hour or so and by then I decided to go home. Walking over to my wife I asked her if she wanted me to take her home –“that would be lovely” she replied. A warm feeling enveloped me but only for a brief second –“you can take US both home”. Her friends looked at me and laughed –one even had the temerity to say –“she’s gone black now”! My wife stood up and glared at her friend. Me, the boy and my wife , walked out of the party and entered my car. I was in the driver’s seat and my wife and the boy were in the back –“take us home James” she giggled. As I drived I looked in to my rear view mirror and saw my wife and the black boy kissing; then I noticed his hand up my wife’s top and the movements made it obvious he was caressing her tits. My wife was making soft signing sounds and had her hand on his bulge; no doubt feeling the hardness of a black cock. I arrived home and got out of the car. I stood there for what seemed ages before my wife and the boy got out the car as well –“night” my wife said; kissing me on the face she walked off with her arm wrapped around the black boy’s. “Say something man” My head was screaming at me, but as I mustered the courage to shout at them they had disappeared out of sight.

 

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I awoke the next day to my mobile phone ringing –the caller was my wife. Picking it up, I pushed answer and spoke to her –“hi”…”hi yourself” I heard my wife giggle..”how are things”? Another giggle and I heard her say “get off” away from the receiver…”sorry” she said..”his hands are everywhere at the moment”!.. You know that sinking feeling you get sometimes when you fear something; I had that right then. My wife then continued…”I won’t be home till tonight as me and my lover are going out”… The fear I felt was that I was losing my wife; to a black boy; one I had encouraged, no begged, my wife to fuck and cuckold me with. My reply to her was pitiful really..”OK, see you later” was all I could muster…”bye” she replied and then she was gone (hopefully figuratively and not literally).

The rest of the day was a blur and I never really had that horny feeling I had before. I guess I was beginning to realise what a monumental shift this was in my relationship and I needed to speak to someone. But who? Only other cuckold’s must know this feeling and so where better to put my fears into words then in written form; on a cuckold forum. Most of the replies where good, except for the odd one that told me to either get some balls, or have them cut off and be a sissy eunuch! Strangely having sort solace on the cuckold forum had made me put things into perspective and lifted my spirits.

Before I knew it, my wife walked back into our flat..”hi” she said, followed by a kiss on the cheek…”how’s your day been”?.. I wanted to reply sarcastically..”good, I feared that I was losing you and received advice from other cuckold’s”! But no the mouth rarely speaks the words of the brain does it! All I said was..”good thanks”… My wife then told me that she needed to tell me something and I must not go mad. Now..when you hear that what do you think? Yes, me as well; so many images and thoughts whirled around my mind for that precise minute.

My wife looked at me. Was it with pity, concern, or humour? She then told me…”my black lover wants me to increase the size of my tits”…Wow! I never saw that coming…”what”???. Now my wife has nice tits not to big but not to small, and still fairly firm considering her age…”why” was my reply…”because he likes big tits” my wife replied. The conversation went back and forth for a while with me voicing my objections and the reasons why (e.g. her tits look good as they are, too infection and implants bursting). All to no avail really; as my wife trumped me with this gem…”it will make me more confident; give me a cracking cleavage, and will feel the same when you touch them”..Well how do you reply to that? “but, but” I said..”but, nothing. I will have a word with the doctor and then decide”.. She then went into our bedroom to get ready for bed.

The next day I awoke having had one of the weirdest dreams. I was with my wife and she looked like Sheyla Hershey (look her up!) with massive collagen lips (like Leslie Ash) and that "trout pout" that they provide. We were walking through a park and my wife was dressed like a street hooker, and then from nowhere she was surrounded by very young black boys who beat me up and took her into the wooded area –where she emerged holding two black babies who were sucking on her massive tits! Now I know dreams are not real, but fuck that dream done my head in!

While l lay there contemplating what that dream meant, my wife turned over and opening her eyes..”hi”.. she leaned across and put a loving kiss on my lips. Her next questions surprised me in a way…”I think I shouldn’t see the black boy anymore”..Now where did that come from? Looking at her I replied..”why”?.. She lifted herself up and placing the pillows higher so she could lay up in bed, she continued…”I think he may make me pregnant soon”..Silence reined for a while before she continued..”and I am worried that I may fall in love with him and ruin our marriage”. I was mortified and also horny. After all I had told you readers in the above paragraphs, when push came to shove, my cuckold dreams took precedence. ..” I guess all women can love more then one man” I said..She looked at me..”and what about a black baby? Everyone will know it is not yours, and I will look like a slut and you a wimp”!..A thoughtful minute ensued before I continued…”but that is what I want and we could say something like we broke up for a while and in a drunken state you had a one night stand, and then we got back together and you found out your were pregnant. As neither of us believes in abortion we decided to have the baby and love it as ours”. You can tell I had been thinking and reading about this for a while lol …My wife looked at me and I am not sure if she was convinced..”do you love me”? she asked. What man could not love such a beautiful woman as my wife? “Yes with all my heart”…”and nothing, but nothing will ever change that”, I replied. We kissed again more passionately then before. Suffice to say, I finally got my leg over for the first time since this adventure began

 

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The next day my wife dropped a bombshell. We were out shopping and she mentioned that she wanted to tell me something, but wanted to wait until we got home. Now shopping is boring at the best of times and I (like most men) want to get what we need and out of there in record time lol But not woman; oh no, they spend time comparing prices, erring and umming about fat content and whether they should buy this or that to eat, and of course, in modern supermarkets there is the clothes section. Which my wife decided needed to be checked out, and blokes you know that once a woman starts looking at clothes it is gonna take a while!

So finally, with my mind working overtime with all the possible reasons why my wife wants a chat with me, we get home. “So”? I ask. My wife looks at me..”so what”? Now is this a cat and mouse game she is playing or has she forgot..”you wanted to chat”?..”Oh that”.. silence.. she then mentions, matter of factly, that she has missed her period! Fuck! A black baby! I’m the ultimate cuckold now! “Why did you not mention it before” I ask half way between normal tone and shouting. “Don’t shout”! she replies. My wife then continued; I am only a couple of days late so it may not be a problem”..A problem! A fucking problem” I muse; How do I explain my wife and me having a black baby!

For the rest of the day my head was in a whizz and I had a sneaky wank thinking about my humiliation and a black boy breeding my wife. AS is the case in everyday life, day turned into night and my wife wanted another chat. “I want to keep this baby if I am pregnant” she said. Now my wife is not one for abortion as she had a good friend who had one and was an emotional wreck thereafter, which cut my wife up emotionally as well, as she could not do anything to help her friend. “I know” I responded. My wife looked at me with pleading eyes..” are you Ok if I am pregnant, cause it probably is his”.. I pondered and replied as a good cuckold should…”yes, I love you with all my heart and a baby is a baby and I want you to have it”.. She looked at me, so sadly with tears in her eyes, and kissed me gently on the lips and we hugged so tightly.

The issue about her increasing the size of her tits was forgotten for now, If she was indeed pregnant then it would not happen for a long time. I needed to ask one more final question about the suspected pregnancy to my wife.. “will you tell the boy”? My wife had a minute’s think and told me that she would not; not just yet until it is confirmed when she takes a pregnancy test tomorrow.

That night my wife dressed for her lover, as they were going out to see a film at the cinema (would you believe it –it was “What To Expect When You're Expecting”!).,It was probably not the boy’s choice lol It seemed as if my wife was rubbing my nose in it by telling me she was going to watch that film. Pangs of jealousy, envy, guilt, all washed over me as I saw her looking so beautiful. She was dressed in a plain grey cocktail dress, above the knee, sleeveless with a slash collar. It fitted really well and displayed her curves a treat. Before I knew it she was gone and again I was left to my own devices.

I placed the story of my wife’s possible pregnancy on the cuckold sites and received congratulations from the members there. One or two told me that I now needed to become a sissy cuckold and dress and act like one (e.g. suck the boys cock!). Now that isn’t me and in no way would I ever do that! Reading the posts there I had an idea – to surprise my wife. Tonight was late night shopping so why don’t I go out and buy my wife a gift. But what? Now fact is stranger then fiction sometimes and I made a decision to ask the 17yo girl from across the hall (let’s call her Stacy). As I picked up my wallet (with my credit card, debit card and some money ), my mobile and keys, I wondered if this was a good idea; but my cock was again betraying me and my heart was beating fast as I knocked on her door. It was answered by her little 10 year brother –“yeah what do you want” he growled. Now this was not an educated, high social-economic family, in fact they were a bit gypo – “is Stacy there”? I enquired.. He then shouted her name so the whole street could hear him. “What” I heard a female voice say.. “it’s the weirdo for you” he replied. Charming eh! Soon she was at the door and telling her little brother to “fuck off”! No finishing school for this girl. “ummm, I wonder if you can help me” I stumbled over my words, She looked at me with a smirk..”has your wife left you?” she laughed. “umm”..”No”. I continued.. “I want to buy her something.. as a gift..and I need a women’s perspective”.. She shook her head and laughed.. “is she pregnant then”.. Shit! How did she know was she told? Then it dawned on me that she was being sarcastic and trying to embarrass me, which was easy. “What’s in it for me” she asked, shrugging her shoulders..”Well, I will pay you if you want”?.. She looked at me and replied –“hold on” and grabbing her coat she shouted, to no-one in particular –“I’m going out”, and shut the door behind her.

We travelled to the shopping centre (mall) in my car and in silence. Stacy just looked out of the window. As we arrived and I parked, she turned to me and asked if I wanted to get my wife anything in particular. Lol, I had not even thought about it! “Err.. No” I said..She shook her head and I knew that she saw me as some sort of wimp and wanker. Now even realising that got me hard, and she noticed., ”OOOOOW” she screamed..”put that tiny thing away”..Nothing like a teen girl shouting abuse at you will make you lose your hard-on quicker believe me!

In the shopping centre, I collected some money from the bank ATM. Stacy laughed when she saw the Ann Summer’s shop and told me to follow her, as she walked over and through the front door. In the shop she picked up an 8 inch black dildo and waved it in front of my face telling me that Tyrone was bigger. Everyone looked over at us –probably in disgust. A female sales assistant walked over to us and asked if she could help us. Stacy replied –“nah, cuckold here is just looking”. The assistant stared at me and walked away. I was so humiliated and embarrassed and could not wait to get out of the shop. Stacy was then looking at babydoll sets and calling me over, whispered to me that Tyrone would love to see my wife in a babydoll; laughing she then walked over to the dresses. I had enough and walked out of the shop and worried that everybody was looking at me and laughing, whispering to others –“there goes the cuckold”.

Stacy joined me outside and I let rip at her –“Don’t ever embarrass me like that again” I spat. She looked at me with a steely stare and deflated me with..”What’s the matter? – I never said anything that isn’t true”. She then walked away from me and I could not think of a witty reply; this left me feeling so powerless and useless. I thought that asking Stacy to help me find a gift for my wife was a very dumb idea.

Following Stacy like some love-sick puppy, I entered a well know Jewelers. In there Stacy was soon looking at all the creations, and pointing at a few pieces to the sales woman, called me over. She showed me a diamond and colour stoned bracelet and earrings and asked me what I thought. Well, it wasn’t cheap! But this was for the woman of my dreams so I nodded my head and said “yes, that is perfect”. The salesman women smiled and mentioned that my girlfriend had good taste. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, as she returned a puzzled look as well; Stacy broke the moment by asking if the bracelet could be engraved with a heart and Tyrone and my wife’s name inside it. The saleswoman looked at me and asked if I, Tyrone would like that, Stacy was quicker then me and replied that Tyrone wasn’t my name and my wife was in love with a black man and wanted something to celebrate her relationship with him. Fuck me you could have knocked me down with a feather! The sales woman gave me a disgusted look and replied that we could collect the engraved bracelet tomorrow or they could do it there and then, but it would take about a hour, and cost a bit more. Stacy again beat me to the punch and replied that we will return today to collect the items. I paid and we went to a well-know fast food outlet and had something to eat and drink. We returned to the Jewelers and collected the pieces. As we left the shop Stacy told me that she wanted paying for her time and help. Now, I wasn’t sure if I should pay a 17 year old girl for humiliating and embarrassing me! Outside the shop Stacy had her hand held out and waved her fingers on one hand at me. I got out a twenty and she said “no –more” and waved her fingers again at me. “How much do you want” I asked. She smiled and said, “how about fifty”! Now this girl was in charge and she knew it –so I paid.

The drive back was in silence and arriving at the flat complex. Stacy looked over at me and said “thanks” got out of the car and walked the opposite way; away from the flats. No doubt she was out spending my money.

In my flat I placed the jewelry down on the table and awaited the return of my wife. Time passed by -9, 10, 11, 12 o’clock, and soon I was falling asleep and decided to go to bed.

 

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I woke in the morning with my wife next to me. I am a deep sleeper so it is not surprising that I never heard her come in and get into bed. We men tend to make a grand entrance with loads of noise lol I cuddled up next to her and had a feeling of her tits (as you do lol), which awoke my wife –“hi” she said, “hi yourself” I smiled, which she returned. We kissed; a tender butterfly kiss but oh so desirable. I asked how the film was as she shuffled around to face me –“it was good but I don’t think Tyrone liked it much” she laughed. Why is it when a woman you love laughs it brightens your day? I replied that Tyrone is probably into slash them and kill them films, which she instantly replied with –“no, I think he has a romantic side”! Now that surprised me because it didn’t sound right the way she said it; it sounded like someone in love defended their lover. But, I let that go and I kissed her again. “I have something for you” I said, which resulted in her putting hand on my cock and balls and them caressing my cock, which rocket up in about 0.0 seconds lol “Umm” she said –“it looks as if something is happy”! I just lay there enjoying the feeling until she took her had away and asked me what I really had! “It’s a present” I replied, which resulted in her clapping her hands together gently and asking me what was it?

I retrieved the earrings and bracelet and handed them to my wife, she squealed with delight and gave me a kiss my lips. She noticed the engraving on the bracelet and asked why I didn’t put my name on it? Now this surprised me a lot as I was in the cuckold mindset when I brought them and hadn’t even considered that I was allowed to do something like that. Getting out of bed my wife put them on and looked at the earrings in the bedroom mirror and shook the bracelet on her wrist. “No love” I said, “the bracelet goes on your ankle to show you’re a hot wife that likes black”. She looked at me and laughed, and walked over to me and slammed me gently on the arm –“yes I guess I am” was her reply.

The rest of the day as uneventful except until the evening when something unexpected happened. My wife had gone out on another date with Tyrone to a local bar to meet some of her friends from work (remember how they found out I was a cuckold?). There was a knock at the door and there stands Tyrone’s father. He asks if we can talk and fearful but also curious I ask him to enter my and my wife’s flat. Inside he soon gets the point and inquires about my attitude and behaviour about my wife and Tyrone together. Now, I am a bit surprised and taken a-back by this question and find it hard to answer him. He again asks the questions and fixes me with a steely stare. I manage to blurt out that I have giving my blessing to my wife going with Tyrone, to which his father corrects me and says “fucking”! In no uncertain terms he tells me that he does not want his boy hurt and for me to causing his son any trouble. He states that he is fond of my wife as she is classy and a hottie, but also friendly. I cannot argue with him on that! He asks if I intend on divorcing my wife and I stumble over my words as I tell him “no”. He looks at me again and shakes his head, and with a sneer tells me that I am not man enough for my wife and if his boy wants to be with her, then he will! He tells me to keep this conversation secret between us as he does not want to upset his boy and my wife, to which I agree (at least the bit about my wife). “Goodbye” he growls and lets him self out of my flat. I am still in shock with what has happened, but again strangely turned-on about my wife leaving me for this boy, and I guess like most cuckold’s I go and have a wank to relieve some tension lol

After Tyrone’s father had left I thought about what he had said, and became deeply concerned that I was losing my wife bit by bit, as she slowly became very much part of Tyrone’s family. I went onto the cuckold website and entered chat, where I spoke to 2 fellow cuckolds, seemingly nice blokes; who told me to accept my cuckold status and to sit back and enjoy the ride (as it were!). I explained my fears of losing my wife and we discussed warning signs about this occurring, what I would do if it happened, and other similar themes. Before I knew it the door of our flat opened and in stepped my wife and Tyrone. “hello” I heard my wife say –“I’m in here” I replied. There in the doorway of our living room stood my wife (as sexy and beautiful as ever) and Tyrone. For a brief second I wondered if I should tell me wife about the visit by Tyrone’s dad, but this was soon forgotten as my wife told me that Tyrone was staying the night. I asked if the spare bed was made up for me; a pretty dumb thing to say and my wife soon made it clear that the daddy of her baby was sleeping in our marital bed with her and, “fucking me all night with his big black cock”! (her words).

I dejectedly accepted and turned off the computer and went to make up the spare bed. My wife and Tyrone entered our bedroom but left the door open. As I was making up the spare bed I heard laughter and my wife’s sighs and moans. I could not resist having a look to see what was happening. As I stood at the doorway of our bedroom I saw my wife and Tyrone naked on our bed kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. I imaged that it was me with my wife and felt all the touches she was giving to Tyrone. Soon I saw Tyrone use his legs to spread my wife’s legs open and peering down I saw his massive black cock enter my wife. It looked like it was just the head first and with gently rocking movements he had not yet fully penetrated her. My wife moaned and kissed his face and looking up saw me with half-closed eyes and I heard her say -“my husband is here” –her head then hit the pillow and a bigger moan emulated from her mouth and Tyrone fully pushed his massive black cock into her pussy. How do other cuckolds feel when they see such a sight? Anger, shame, embarrassment, guilt, fear, horniness? I guess I was no different then them as I watched Tyrone fucking my wife. My wife was making little whimpering sounds as Tyrone’s thrusts increased and our marital bed started rocking and groaning in-synch with Tyrone’s thrusts.

I suddenly had a twinge of jealously; as my wife told Tyrone she loved him, which resulted in a grunt from him. By now my cock was bursting out of my trousers and realising it I started to wank slowly at first trying to match the thrusts of Tyrone. My wife again looked up and smiled and I heard her say –“that’s it hubby wank that tiny thing”! Suddenly Tyrone made a deep thrust with his cock into my wife and I heard him groan. “that’s it, give me all your love” my wife was saying to him, as he let go of his fertile, manly, potent young sperm into my wife’s pussy. No doubt that black sperm was racing towards her womb and as I imaged that I started to cum myself; one, two shots over the floor in front of our bedroom door, and then a little dribble of my escaping sperm. We were all now spent for a while and I left the room to wipe my cock and returned to clear the bedroom floor with some kitchen towel. My wife and Tyrone were kissing and caressing each other without any thought for me. I gently closed the bedroom door, disposed of the now wet kitchen towel, and went to the spare room and getting into bed, I heard Tyrone moaning and in a muffled voice it sounded like he was telling my wife that she was a great cock sucker. Was this now my life? Just a wanker? A disposed husband?

 

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It has now been a week since Tyrone’s father’s visit and my wife’s news that she was pregnant with a black baby. I have no knowledge of whether she has visited her GP to confirm this news, but it has fuelled my wank fantasies, and also my fears; when she has the baby will she decide to live with the daddy? Will the black boy become a bigger part of our lives and live with us – usurping me as the man of the house?

For the last week Tyrone has been fucking my wife in our marital bed nearly every day and staying the night. Stacy has seen him come and go on numerous occasions and when she has seen me she has crocked her little finger and wiggled at me before bursting into laughter. I guess nearly everyone in our block of flats now knows Tyrone is fucking my wife and that I am a cuckold.

My wife had again raised the question during the week about Tyrone’s desire to see her with bigger tits. As I have mentioned previously, my wife is a 36c and according to her Tyrone wants them increased to a 40D! Obviously a tit man lol I was flabbergasted to hear that she had in fact consulted with a plastic surgeon about the increase. Behind my back! Behind my fucking back! I was angry, after all I had warned her against she had done this against my wishes. It resulted in a big argument and my wife had stormed out, no doubt to Tyrone’s house.

After a few hours she returned tearful; when a woman cries it always weakens a man and I was no different. We discussed the issue in a more candid way then any time previously and I soon realised that I had lost my temper too quickly. My wife explained that in the consultation she had told the surgeon about the desired increase, and he had warned that doing that would make it look fake and not natural on her body. The surgeon had explained that each person is different based on their anatomy, and very large implants (like what Tyrone’s wants) age poorly, and patients are often unhappy afterwards because their implants are too large. After the evaluation the surgeon had told her that an increase up to a 38b or c is more advisable and will give her a more ‘natural’ look and feel.

When we had finished talking no doubt like you (my loyal readers) I thought it was a bit strange that her pregnancy was not mentioned? I asked my wife why this was not the case and, quite flippantly and pragmatically, she told me that her menstrual cycle had started a few days ago and so she was not pregnant! Now how can you keep something like that a secret from your husband! Tell me?

Again I shouted at her about not telling me and she replied assertively that it was her body and she was not my slave and did not have to tell me everything! “Why tell me anything at all” I screamed back at her –“OK, fuck you” was her reply, before she went into our bedroom and slammed the door.

Everyone has arguments in any relationship and it comes with the territory. But, something had happened to our relationship since my wife had cuckolded me and I could not quite fathom out what it was? Like most blokes I did not confront my wife (like a woman would) with a “we need to talk” or explained my concerns. Instead I just continued as nothing had happened and let life take its course.

Work and everyday stuff dominated for the next few days and my wife spent most of that time with me rather than Tyrone. As it later transpired, Tyrone had gone to a music festival with his mates and so was not around anyway. I asked her why she had not gone with him, and she told me that she thought it wiser to stay at home with me after our heated arguments, and get back to some sort of normality. No doubt she was as concerned as me about what had transpired between us and wanted to ‘clear the air’.

This we did, and she inquired as to whether the cuckolding had gone too far and was now damaging our relationship. You know what –I could not answer that question and I told her so. All this was conducted one evening over a bottle of red wine followed by the silence of our thoughts. We cuddled up together on our settee while watching Rambo once again defeat the world on our television.

 

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Tyrone had returned but had not seen my wife yet. Possibly because my wife had decided she needed to spend some quality time with me first. I think to lift my spirits; my wife suggested a trip to the beach; just me and her. But I insisted that Tyrone came too, which she shrugged at and said “why not”. My wife, her lover and me, the cuckold husband all at the beach –what a sight that would be I thought. However, Tyrone also wanted the 10 year old brother of Stacy to come along as he had never been to the beach! Go figure? I drove while my wife and Tyrone were in the back. Stacy’s brother (called Lee) was in the front with me, and frequently looked at me without saying anything after first looking back at my wife and Tyrone kissing, cuddling, and caressing each other- no doubt he was confused about what was happening.

At the beach we entered the changing room and Lee asked me if I was a “cuckold” as his sister had told the mother (single mother) that I was one. He said he had looked it up on the internet and wanted to fuck a “MILF” (as he called it) like my wife! I was speechless! All I could do was stammer that my wife was friendly with other men. Lee looked at me and replied –“ is it because you have a tiny cock”? As we were changing he had had a chance to see my cock and balls. Now I am not massive but flaccid at 3 inches is not bad –or so I thought!
Tyrone was there changing and he laughed hearing what Lee said –it was obvious that Lee idolized Tyrone cause he smiled like boys do when they think they have pleasured someone they look up too. Now remember I have seen Tyrone naked (remember 11 inches of hard black cock with massive balls!), but he had not seen me naked. So I knew he was a lot bigger then me. But when Lee took of his underpants I saw what he had to offer –now I am not gay or a paedophile, but us guys do check each other out no matter what the age –standing there (and he stretched to emphasis the point) Lee was about the same size as me! And you could see pubic hair just starting to grow. Lee had told me that he was in fact 11 years old now and not 10 (as I previously stated) and had just started at senior school; this boy had a cock the size of mine! Tyrone saw me looking and laughed again –“man you should let him fuck your wife when he gets older; I am sure his big cock will please her”! I was sooo embarrassed and humiliated and could not reply.

Out on the beach my wife was in her bikini and it was a lovely sunny day. Lee was having fun blantently staring at my wife’s body and on one occasion Tyrone gave him a punch on the arm and told him to “cool it”; namley stop eying up his girl (my wife). Well we did what everyone does on the beach – had a swim (Tyrone and my wife had a water fight splashing water at each other), sunbathed, etc, etc. My wife and Tyrone were kissing each other at one point and two young teenage girls passed and I heard them mention that my wife likes the “black bone” before giggling. This did not stop Lee from approaching them (obviously he must have been horny lol), but they soon gave him the brush off.

Like all things it has to end and we were soon home again. At home my wife mentioned about Lee and his impressive boy cock, and how he was the same size as mine (a grown man)! She also mentioned about Lee’s question about me being a cuckold and wanted to know how I felt about these 2 things? I informed her that it was no big deal about Lee, but that I was a bit taken back by him knowing about her and Tyrone. We talked about her relationship with Tyrone again and how he had asked her at the beach to deny me! What a fucking cheek I thought and told her “no way”. She just nodded and that was that (for now). Later, at night, my wife had gone to bed early as she said she was “knackered” lol I decided to look up the cuckold sites and read some of the posts. I read this great story about cuckold denial which made me so hard and got me thinking. I was also contacted by a fellow cuckold and I updated him on things and he mentioned about his desire to see his wife black bred; we had a long discussion about the pros and cons. I asked him about cuckold denial and his response was fairly positive –ummm?

While sleeping I had this horny dream about being denied and Tyrone fucking my wife and Lee having a go too (yes, I know! But it’s true). I woke up with a hard on that was like steel lol I started to masturbate which woke my wife. She knows guys wack off so it was no big deal; all she wanted to know was why? I explained to her my dream which got her attention! She told me no way was she fucking a young boy and I had to explain that it was more about being humiliated then anything else. I told her that my dream had made me think that I should be denied – for a little while at least. She smiled and pushed my hand away from my cock –“now little boys should not wank in front of their mother’s” she said, before bursting out laughing as my cock did that jiggle that all cocks do when hard and wanting to cum.

She started to tease me and I guess nothing is hotter for a woman then watching a man beg and plead them to let him cum. Is it not amazing how even the biggest and strongest of men turn to jelly when a woman takes control of their cock and balls. With my legs widely spread, and the covers off the bed, my wife had perfect access to my cock and balls, and was taking control. She caressed her hand up and down my inner thighs and my cock bobbled and my body shake as I raised my back off the bed. “Ah does my little man want to cum” she asked in a girly voice –all I could do was moan and groan in return. Her tongue moved down my chest stopping at my pubes and the throbbing of my cock was intense! My voice was becoming hoarse with all the begging and sexual desire and tears of frustration started to well up in my eyes. “If I deny you I won’t do this for a while” said my wife as she glazed at me –“no more pussy” she teased. I knew this was want I wanted to experience so in a horse voice replied –“take it away from me” – she smiled, gave me a kiss, and slapped my hard cock in a playful way –“I guess you will just have to get used to wanking like all teenage boys rather then a fucking like a man”. I so needed to cum and before she had finished her sentence my hand grabbed my cock, and wanking in a frenzy, I was soon shooting my cum into the air and over my chest!

After calming down and cleaning the mess she inquired, “are you sure you want this”? – “yes do it” was my reply. This was the point of no return. She cuddled up close to me and we kissed. Looking into the eyes of my beautiful wife I needed to ask one last thing –although I had been mad at her about the pregnancy issue it was something my cock always got hard at – I asked my wife to be black bred. She backed away and replied that she was not sure. Our last conversations on the issue of pregnancy had gone bad and she told me that she thought it was something I could not handle. I had to agree but, just but….. I asked her again and she just replied “maybe”.

 

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Well it’s been a week now since my last post about my conversation with my wife. But strangely enough my wife has not seen Tyrone. Yesterday I had a conversation about this and it seems that he has found a young white girl his age and is dating her now. My wife did not seem too beat up about it and I asked her how she feels; all she said was that she was glad for him and shrugged her shoulders. Knowing my wife (like all women) she is a bit put out about being usurped by a younger female.

Last night we went to a house party by our friends (John and Debbie) to celebrate their engagement. A low key affair and my wife got the grand tour of the house with the other girls, while John gave me a beer and we joined two other guys in the lounge to watch football and chat about life and stuff; it was mainly about who would win the Euros which got into a heated argument lol. After about 20 minutes of this I realised that my wife had not returned and I decided to see what she was up too.

Have you ever wondered what wives talk about when men are not around? I noticed she was on the decking around a table drinking wine with the girls, so I decided to have a listen to what they were saying. I went into their kitchen and opened their door into the garden. The decking ends at the end of the kitchen, width wise, so I could stand behind the kitchen wall (out of sight) and listen intently to what they were saying.

Even the most reserved woman seems to come alive when she is with the girls! The girls were talking about past boyfriends and which one was the best at sex. They were rating each BF and discussing cock size, which always sends us men into a frenzy of panic! (is it too small, is it larger then the last guy, etc, etc.). One of the girls was describing her best as being about 7 inches, while another mentioned how an ex-BF liked her to take control with handcuffs and dominate him. This piqued my wife’s interest it seemed as she mentioned me and my cuckold fantasies! Now these girls were not work colleagues but friends of friends so they did not know about Tyrone and my cuckolding.

My wife told them about her young black BF with an 11 inch cock who she had sex with. The girls were interested and asked if I had known she had an affair with a black guy. MY wife mentioned that I had begged her to fuck black guys and even have a baby by one! I was in shock but carried on listening, with my cock starting to grow into full hardness. There was silence for a minute then laughter and a bit of screeching, before one of the girls asked my wife about why I would ask her to fuck black. My wife mentioned that I was only about 6 inches hard and wanted a BIG man to fuck her and most blokes had this fantasy. The girls started to discuss about how guys are stupid to get hung up about cock size and one stated that “"It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean that matters" and all the girls started to laugh. Just then I heard the door open out into the garden and there stood John who asked “what you doing man”? Now my cover was blown and I just showed myself to the girls and told John I was just saying “hi”, which I did. John told me to “comeback and watch the game”. As I did I heard the girls laughing and my wife saying that it served me right if I had heard her mention about my small cock as I should not have been eve’s dropping!

When we got home I asked my wife about what else was said and her reply was that it was just girl’s stuff and not important. Now not only did my wife’s work colleagues know I was a cuckold and about my desires of seeing my wife fucking black, but also friend’s of friends!

Today I continued to think about yesterdays conversations and seemed to like the fact that I was now further outed as a cuckold. This afternoon my wife was out visiting her parents and I decided to visit the cuckold sites and read about experiences and stories. There was a knock at the door and as I opened it there stood Lee and Stacy both were grinning –“yes can I help you” I asked. Stacy took charge –“I hear Tyrone is not fucking your wife any more”? –How do you respond to that!? She continued – “ is your wife interested in some other young cock” and laughed. Lee looked at me as if he was a cat about to get the cream! “No” I shouted out and slammed the door shut. What a fucking check I thought to myself and mentioned on cuckold chat about what had just happened. As you would guess a few of the users told me to let Lee fuck my wife and let her educate a young boy about sex. Now this repulsed me and I quickly left the site!

Well as things stand I guess at present that is the end of this story of my wife and Tyrone. But, I did wonder about Lee fucking my wife when he is older and about my wife fucking any black guy bareback and without protection. Now that is so horny and I may well encourage her to do so!

 

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