AT MY HUSBAND’S URGING . . .
I have read numerous nmessages on the internet where white males want to get their wives to accept sex with black males. I never dreamed that my husband Gary would fit in this category. Here is my account of what my husband did to make me a cuckolding wife:
Melvin, his boss, was a black male, and he had ben at our house several times with my husband's rotating poker group. He was very nice, always so cheerful and considerate. Our small sons, 3 and 5, really liked him. Every time he came to our house he brought some candy and played with the boys.
Well, one evening after the poker players had gone and I was cleaning up the living room Gary put his arm around me. After a hug and kiss he laughed and said with a smirk on his face, “Mel told me he would like to get into your panties sometime.” I was flattered, but I dismissed his remark.
Over the next several days my husband made other remarks about Mel and hinted that he bet I would like to get in bed with him. I don’t think I ever replied to his remarks, but maybe I did.
A couple weeks later my husband came home from work with some cheerful news. He was hoping to get promoted to office manager. Mel was co-owner of the auto dealership, and it would be his decision. Gary reiterated Mel’s desire to have sex with me. if I would have sex with Mel, he would be a shoo-in for the job. I did not want to do such a thing. At first I refused to even discuss it, but Gary kept at me. He reminded me about our financial problems, and how his low-paying job was hurting us. After several evenings listening to Gary’s incessant pleading I reluctantly consented to have a sexual encounter with Mel.
A couple days later Gary called me from work to tell me that the Big Event would be that night. It was a short notice, but it was probably better. I had less time to think about it. Like most women I had often fantasized about sex with another man, but a black man had never been in my fantasies. Anyway I was on needles and pins the rest of the day.
Mel took me out to dinner that evening, and Gary stayed home with our boys. After a very nice dinner in a very expensive restaurant we went to Mel’s condo, which he shared with his mother and sister. They were out of town, and that was why our date was on such short notice. After a tour of the place and another glass of wine we went into Mel’s bedroom.
What a wonderful introduction to black sex. I was very nervous and tense, and Mel realized it. He suggested we shower together, but I just couldn’t do that. I did undress in front of him, and I watched him disrobe. I did want to see what I was getting into - or rather what was going to be getting into me. He had been a football player in college and had played professionally, and he had a great body. He was perhaps an inch taller than Gary, and at least thirty pounds heavier. I remember noticing how dark his genitals were. He was chocolate brown, but his penis was coal-black, a charcoal black.
At dinner Mel had told me rather crudely what he planned to do to me in bed, so I fully expected him to jump on me and treat me rather roughly, but I was wrong, way wrong. We lay there for at least 15 minutes, with Mel gently exploring me with his fingers while we talked about everything but sex. I wanted to get the affair over quickly, but I did not want to take the initiative. I did not touch him until he took my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel it growing in my hand. And I could feel the excitement building in me. I think every woman likes to feel their lover’s penis growing in their hand, and realizing the sexual power they have over the male animal. He began suckling tentatively on my breast, not nearly the way I had feared. And in a few more minutes he had his face on my genitals. I soon realized that his tongue was larger than Gary’s - or at least he flitted it farther into my vagina. He soon had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. I did have to stop him when he used his tongue too vigorously on my sensitive little button. He apologized, telling me how eager he was to fill me with his penis. And I was ready for that, too. Before he used his tongue on me down there I had worried that sex might be painful for me. His tongue caused my juices to flow, so I was no longer so worried about pain.
I had wanted to feel Mel’s sex organ after it was fully erect, but I did not have the chance until he was ready to enter me. I did feel it while I guided him in. I realized that his tumescent organ was much fatter than my husband’s, and as soon as he gently pushed the swollen mushroom head of his engorged member into my vagina I received some feelings like I had never felt before. And when he began slowly moving his virile member back and forth I was in heaven. It was better than any of my fantasies - better than anything I had ever felt in my vagina.
He was killing me with pleasure, and when I felt his warm semen filling me I knew that this
was the best insemination I had ever had. I seldom felt my husband’s ejaculation. Usually I only knew that he had ejaculated when his semen began leaking out of me later. But Mel let me know. He went “Oh, oh, oh, my God Oh, oh, it is so good, so good. Oh, oh.” No doubt I was pleasing him.
Mel stayed on me after he finished ejaculating. “I know I did not get you off,” he said. “I wanted to last longer, but not having sex for so long and being in such a tight pussy was too much for me.” I expected him to fall out like my husband always did after he ejaculated, but Mel did not. He kissed my lips and my breasts, and very slowly started moving his still swollen sex organ again. My husband was never able to do that, and I had assumed that all men softened immediately after thier orgasm. But not Mel. I had been so close to having an orgasm when Mel had ejaculated, and soon I put my legs around him to hold him in me. Well, after feeling his ejaculation and knowing that I had given him so much pleasure, combined with the stimulation of his renewed penile movements, brought me to having the most wonderful - and longest - orgasm I had ever had. And it was the very first time I had ever had a vaginal orgasm. My husband always had to use his fingers after he climaxed in order to stimulate me to an orgasm. I had heard and read so much about vaginal orgasms, but I had long ago decided it would never happen to me.
We spent at least another half hour talking, exploring and kissing. I was aware that Mel’s sex organ was again turgid, but I was hoping he would not want any more sex. Just when I decided to get out of his bed, he whispered to me, “ Do you mind if I fuck you again? I might as well get my money’s worth. I might not ever get you in bed again,”
I was puzzled by Mel’s remark about getting his money’s worth,” but I did not ask. Without waiting for my okay Mel again moved between my legs and gently and slowly entered me, and we had sex a second time. I did not quite reach that wonderful plateau of pleasure again. I do know that I fulfilled my role as a sex partner, though, and that I gave Mel a great deal of pleasure.
I did pay a price for it, however. I had used my diaphragm for birth control, and whenever I use it I leak copiously afterward. By the time Mel had me back home my panty was drenched - and I am afraid that his car seat was very wet, too. Mel claimed that he had not had sex for almost a year, and I believed him, too.
As soon as I entered our house my hubby hugged me nd patted my behind. Then the questions began. He wanted all the intimate details. Of course I did not tell him everything. I was a little ashamed for my consensual infidelity, and I avoided direct eye contact with him. He was eager to get me in bed after I finished washing. I knew that he wanted sex, and I knew that I could not refuse him, although that was the last thing I wanted that night.
It turned out all right for me, but not so good for my poor husband. He tried so hard, but he could not attain an erection. I even tried to help, but to no avail. That had never happened before. I felt sorry for him, but I found it amusing. I was able to go to sleep quickly, and the rest of Mel’s fecundating fluid seeped out of me.
In the days following my tryst with Mel I thought about him constantly. I guess my husband did, too. He kept repeatedly asking almost the same questions about that wonderful night. I admitted to him that I had enjoyed the evening in Mel’s bed. I also admitted that Mel had ejaculated into me twice. I told him that he had given me an orgasm, but I did not tell him the details. I think that would have been too great a blow to his ego. I really think that feeling Mel’s semen being ejaculated so forcefully into me is what actually led to my orgasm. Knowing that pregnancy was definitely possible also gave me an additional thrill. There were certainly a lot of Mel’s sperm cells frantically swimming around in there trying to make me a mother again.
That was not the end of my cuckolding experience, but that is enough for now.
I have read numerous nmessages on the internet where white males want to get their wives to accept sex with black males. I never dreamed that my husband Gary would fit in this category. Here is my account of what my husband did to make me a cuckolding wife:
Melvin, his boss, was a black male, and he had ben at our house several times with my husband's rotating poker group. He was very nice, always so cheerful and considerate. Our small sons, 3 and 5, really liked him. Every time he came to our house he brought some candy and played with the boys.
Well, one evening after the poker players had gone and I was cleaning up the living room Gary put his arm around me. After a hug and kiss he laughed and said with a smirk on his face, “Mel told me he would like to get into your panties sometime.” I was flattered, but I dismissed his remark.
Over the next several days my husband made other remarks about Mel and hinted that he bet I would like to get in bed with him. I don’t think I ever replied to his remarks, but maybe I did.
A couple weeks later my husband came home from work with some cheerful news. He was hoping to get promoted to office manager. Mel was co-owner of the auto dealership, and it would be his decision. Gary reiterated Mel’s desire to have sex with me. if I would have sex with Mel, he would be a shoo-in for the job. I did not want to do such a thing. At first I refused to even discuss it, but Gary kept at me. He reminded me about our financial problems, and how his low-paying job was hurting us. After several evenings listening to Gary’s incessant pleading I reluctantly consented to have a sexual encounter with Mel.
A couple days later Gary called me from work to tell me that the Big Event would be that night. It was a short notice, but it was probably better. I had less time to think about it. Like most women I had often fantasized about sex with another man, but a black man had never been in my fantasies. Anyway I was on needles and pins the rest of the day.
Mel took me out to dinner that evening, and Gary stayed home with our boys. After a very nice dinner in a very expensive restaurant we went to Mel’s condo, which he shared with his mother and sister. They were out of town, and that was why our date was on such short notice. After a tour of the place and another glass of wine we went into Mel’s bedroom.
What a wonderful introduction to black sex. I was very nervous and tense, and Mel realized it. He suggested we shower together, but I just couldn’t do that. I did undress in front of him, and I watched him disrobe. I did want to see what I was getting into - or rather what was going to be getting into me. He had been a football player in college and had played professionally, and he had a great body. He was perhaps an inch taller than Gary, and at least thirty pounds heavier. I remember noticing how dark his genitals were. He was chocolate brown, but his penis was coal-black, a charcoal black.
At dinner Mel had told me rather crudely what he planned to do to me in bed, so I fully expected him to jump on me and treat me rather roughly, but I was wrong, way wrong. We lay there for at least 15 minutes, with Mel gently exploring me with his fingers while we talked about everything but sex. I wanted to get the affair over quickly, but I did not want to take the initiative. I did not touch him until he took my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel it growing in my hand. And I could feel the excitement building in me. I think every woman likes to feel their lover’s penis growing in their hand, and realizing the sexual power they have over the male animal. He began suckling tentatively on my breast, not nearly the way I had feared. And in a few more minutes he had his face on my genitals. I soon realized that his tongue was larger than Gary’s - or at least he flitted it farther into my vagina. He soon had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. I did have to stop him when he used his tongue too vigorously on my sensitive little button. He apologized, telling me how eager he was to fill me with his penis. And I was ready for that, too. Before he used his tongue on me down there I had worried that sex might be painful for me. His tongue caused my juices to flow, so I was no longer so worried about pain.
I had wanted to feel Mel’s sex organ after it was fully erect, but I did not have the chance until he was ready to enter me. I did feel it while I guided him in. I realized that his tumescent organ was much fatter than my husband’s, and as soon as he gently pushed the swollen mushroom head of his engorged member into my vagina I received some feelings like I had never felt before. And when he began slowly moving his virile member back and forth I was in heaven. It was better than any of my fantasies - better than anything I had ever felt in my vagina.
He was killing me with pleasure, and when I felt his warm semen filling me I knew that this
was the best insemination I had ever had. I seldom felt my husband’s ejaculation. Usually I only knew that he had ejaculated when his semen began leaking out of me later. But Mel let me know. He went “Oh, oh, oh, my God Oh, oh, it is so good, so good. Oh, oh.” No doubt I was pleasing him.
Mel stayed on me after he finished ejaculating. “I know I did not get you off,” he said. “I wanted to last longer, but not having sex for so long and being in such a tight pussy was too much for me.” I expected him to fall out like my husband always did after he ejaculated, but Mel did not. He kissed my lips and my breasts, and very slowly started moving his still swollen sex organ again. My husband was never able to do that, and I had assumed that all men softened immediately after thier orgasm. But not Mel. I had been so close to having an orgasm when Mel had ejaculated, and soon I put my legs around him to hold him in me. Well, after feeling his ejaculation and knowing that I had given him so much pleasure, combined with the stimulation of his renewed penile movements, brought me to having the most wonderful - and longest - orgasm I had ever had. And it was the very first time I had ever had a vaginal orgasm. My husband always had to use his fingers after he climaxed in order to stimulate me to an orgasm. I had heard and read so much about vaginal orgasms, but I had long ago decided it would never happen to me.
We spent at least another half hour talking, exploring and kissing. I was aware that Mel’s sex organ was again turgid, but I was hoping he would not want any more sex. Just when I decided to get out of his bed, he whispered to me, “ Do you mind if I fuck you again? I might as well get my money’s worth. I might not ever get you in bed again,”
I was puzzled by Mel’s remark about getting his money’s worth,” but I did not ask. Without waiting for my okay Mel again moved between my legs and gently and slowly entered me, and we had sex a second time. I did not quite reach that wonderful plateau of pleasure again. I do know that I fulfilled my role as a sex partner, though, and that I gave Mel a great deal of pleasure.
I did pay a price for it, however. I had used my diaphragm for birth control, and whenever I use it I leak copiously afterward. By the time Mel had me back home my panty was drenched - and I am afraid that his car seat was very wet, too. Mel claimed that he had not had sex for almost a year, and I believed him, too.
As soon as I entered our house my hubby hugged me nd patted my behind. Then the questions began. He wanted all the intimate details. Of course I did not tell him everything. I was a little ashamed for my consensual infidelity, and I avoided direct eye contact with him. He was eager to get me in bed after I finished washing. I knew that he wanted sex, and I knew that I could not refuse him, although that was the last thing I wanted that night.
It turned out all right for me, but not so good for my poor husband. He tried so hard, but he could not attain an erection. I even tried to help, but to no avail. That had never happened before. I felt sorry for him, but I found it amusing. I was able to go to sleep quickly, and the rest of Mel’s fecundating fluid seeped out of me.
In the days following my tryst with Mel I thought about him constantly. I guess my husband did, too. He kept repeatedly asking almost the same questions about that wonderful night. I admitted to him that I had enjoyed the evening in Mel’s bed. I also admitted that Mel had ejaculated into me twice. I told him that he had given me an orgasm, but I did not tell him the details. I think that would have been too great a blow to his ego. I really think that feeling Mel’s semen being ejaculated so forcefully into me is what actually led to my orgasm. Knowing that pregnancy was definitely possible also gave me an additional thrill. There were certainly a lot of Mel’s sperm cells frantically swimming around in there trying to make me a mother again.
That was not the end of my cuckolding experience, but that is enough for now.
