Hi everyone! If this is your first time reading my stories, please stop and read the earlier ones. They will help you understand how we got to the events that I’m going to share today ... and, I think, they will help to make this one even better.
Each one is just another piece of the puzzle that is our marriage. Every piece has it’s one perfect hole to fill. Without one or two of the pieces, the picture is incomplete and so the whole of it will be less enjoyable than when you see it complete.
But to give a bird’s eye view recap:
I’m Lexi and my cuckold/husband is Steve.
We started this journey towards a happy and fulfilling, but alternative marriage when I finally acted on years of sexual frustration. My husband, as great as he is in every other area as my husband, lacked the aggression and the equipment to fully satisfy me. That led me to make the somewhat spontaneous mistake of having an affair with my black neighbor. This Adonis of a man was Robert. He opened my eyes to the wonders of sex with a man who is built like a man and possesses an equally manly drive to thoroughly please a woman. But as amazing as the sex was, it could not cover the guilt of cheating on my husband and best friend. So I confessed. Over time, Steve came to understand that it really was just about sex. He also came to learn that he had some pretty blatant cuckold turn ons. I think men with small penises are predisposed to being a cuckold because they can never truly bring their wife the kind of satisfaction she brings him. That was Steve. Once I learned more about him and what was going on inside his pervy, little cuckold mind, I used it to slowly free those cuckold desires through conditioning. It hasn’t been easy because he has resisted every step of his development. But I’m happy to say, I’ve been rather successful!
But where we are to this point, is that Steve has agreed to let me continue seeing Robert. He’s allowed Robert to fuck me in our own bed while he’s at work and he has admitted that it would be hot to see me and Robert together.
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On the Saturday following the Thursday that Steve admitted to me that he fantasized about watching Robert fuck me, we were doing our normal Saturday stuff.
As most Saturdays, we started at our local Farmer’s Market. Its one of our favorite things to do. We walk around holding hands and goofing on each other and buying yummy foods and vegetables. Then we came home and worked a bit in the yard. Recently, we had some new baby chicks and I wanted to clear out a spot for a new chicken coop and run. The chickens aren’t Steve’s favorite but I am and he likes working in the yard, so we got most of that done. After that, we showered and cleaned up and laid around the house for a few hours and then like most weekends ... we went out to one of our favorite Mexican food places for an early dinner.
We found this gem of a restaurant several years ago and fell in love with it immediately. Its a bit of a whole-in-the-wall kind of place with a long narrow space with tables running down the middle that are all set really close together. I guess they do that to maximize the amount of people who can eat there at one time, but the way that people are packed in there kind of makes for an intimate atmosphere that I really enjoy. Its super cute and quaint and besides that... the queso is amazing!
On this particular day we were seated in the middle of the seating area with a really, sweet, older couple on one side of us and two 40-something women on the other side. The space between the tables is just barely enough for a waitress to squeeze through so conversations are less than private. I could hear the older couple talking about their last weekend with their grandkids and the two ladies talking about work ... I gathered that they were both nurses. Yeah, the tables are that close!
While we were eating our chips and queso, before the food arrived, I was starting to feel a little daring. Since Thursday’s admission, I had sweetly and almost incessantly teased Steve about what its going to be like for him to watch me and Robert. The cuck anxiousness (not angst yet) was building at a pretty steady pace, but, until that moment in the restaurant, I hadn’t spoken about when or how or where it would be.
For some reason, I thought this was the perfect time for that.
Whenever these thoughts enter my mind, a rush of adrenaline surges through me to the point that all I can think about is exerting my sweet dominance over Steve. I’m not sure what it is, but when sex or any subject surrounding sex comes up — when I look at Steve now all I can see is the cuckold side of him. And when that happens, its virtually impossible for me to be dissuaded from what I want to do. This was one of those times — but because this “out in the open stuff” was kind of new territory for me and for us, I was able to temper it a little.
Anyway, back to the restaurant!
“Sooooooo ...”
Dipping my chip in the queso and then munching it ...
“God I love their queso! Isn’t it so yummy! —— Oh and I was thinking that Robert could come over tomorrow.”
Steve’s eyes got very big as he was about to agree with me about the queso. But with the follow up statement, he started to squirm a bit in his chair. He looked to the older couple, kind of side-eyed, and then to the two ladies on the other side ... trying to determine if they were listening.
I smiled my cute little mischievous smile that he knows so well and reached over to grab his hand ...
In a low voice, I said ...
“Its okay. We’re just talking baby.”
Under the table, I slipped my sandal off and lightly ran my cute little foot up the inside of his leg. The tables don’t have tablecloths, so even subtlety wouldn’t hide it. But my sexy move had the opposite effect on him. It put him even more on edge.
He tried to hush me.
“Lexi, we can talk about this later.”
There was a certain amount of adorable pleading in his voice.
“I know baby. I’m just thinking that it would be a good time for you to meet him ... you know ... before ...”
Leaning closer to him across the little table I whispered ...
“...before the real thing.”
Steve just stared. He was stiff and uncomfortable. I think sitting in that chair at that moment was the last place he wanted to be! But I knew this would be a good time to get him to agree to meeting Robert.
Now to give some context: Steve has obviously seen Robert around the neighborhood. I mean, we’re neighbors, right? Before the affair, he had actually talked to Robert on a few occasions at neighborhood social gatherings. But since the affair — as far as I knew — they had never spoken to each other.
Because of that, for both Steve’s and Robert’s sake, I really wanted them to meet. For one, it would make it more comfortable for Steve if he’d already hung out with Robert in our house in a more informal setting. And Robert needed this casual setting too. He had never been involved with a cuckold couple, which means he had never had sex with a man’s wife in front of her husband.
That little tidbit will come into play in later stories.
Soooooo ...
“I’d really rather talk about this at home, Lex.”
Gripping his hand tighter,
“I know. But you won’t want to ... you never want to ... so I’d like to talk about it now.”
He stared ... knowing I wasn’t going to stop.
I leaned back, letting go of his hand and sliding my foot between his legs again. He put his hand down to stop me from going any higher and tried to push it down. I relented and pulled my foot back.
“So I was thinking he could come for lunch. Nothing big. I could make some sandwiches or something or maybe you could grill hamburgers or something. Nothing big. You like grilling.”
Steve just kept looking side to side hoping for the ceiling to cave in and kill us all.
“But it would give us chance to just hang out together. You know, before things get more ... ummmm ... intimate.”
He was growing more impatient and anxious and I was growing bolder.
I reached for my unsweet tea, wrapped my lips and the straw and drew a sip watching him squirm ... I think he even started to sweat a little .
“You did say you’d want that ... right?”
He wasn’t going to answer and I was positively glowing now.
“Right, Cu— I mean Steve?”
Finally he spoke, knowing that I was going to push this until I got him to answer me.
“Yes, Lex. Now can we just eat or talk about something else.”
He was starting to get a little mad at me ... I could hear it.
“Yes, of course baby. But just to be clear — do you mean yes, I can invite Robert over for lunch tomorrow before the real thing? Or, yes you said you wanted that, generally speaking?”
“Yes, Lex ... just drop it for now.”
I reached under the table and into my purse for my phone and started texting ...
“Ok, I’ll just tell him now. Ok? Is 2 o’clock okay?”
“Lexi!” he whispered loudly, with some urgency in his voice.
Still staring down at my phone while I texted Robert...
“This will make us all more comfortable for when you know the real thing happens and you get to watch him ...”
I looked up just then ...
“... and me —”
I looked him dead in the eyes and then I mouthed the word
“... fuck ...”
I hit send, put my phone down on the table, leaned forward again and held his hand, smiled and quietly said ...
“Thanks cuck.”
I slid my foot higher and this time he let me. I ran it all the up his leg to his crotch and pressed to feel if he was hard. He was!
I giggled,
“I think you like this. Tell me you like this.”
“If I say yes will you stop?”
I nodded with a huge, knowing grin on my face, “If you mean it when you say it.”
“Fine. Yes. Now stop.”
I didn’t want to. The two women next to us were trying not to make it obvious that they were listening, but they weren’t doing a very good job of it and that was not lost on either Steve or myself. Steve’s reaction went into my memory vault to use at a later date. The older couple heard nothing, as far as I could tell.
But I figured that was enough for today. So I removed my foot from his little hard-on, slipped on my sandal and we resumed our lunch.
The drive home was so much fun. I was so turned on by what we did. I just couldn’t let it pass. As we got into the car and drove home, I laid my head on his shoulder and reached for his crotch, unzipped his pants and reached inside holding him. He had a little bit of precum already coating the head.
“So what turned you on the most?”
“Lexi ...”
“Just tell me. I’m going to make your little dick cum in my hand but I just want to know. Was it because you really are going to watch a real man with his big black cock fucking me?”
I slowly stroked him. He was squirming and trying to concentrate on the road.
“Or was it that those two women know you’re a cuckold?”
“Fuck Lexi ... what are you....”
“Just tell me. Or was it both?”
I started to hold him tighter and sliding my hand a little faster.
“Tell me cuck. Tell me now. Is it watching me with a real man who can make me scream and shake or was it being ******* to two complete strangers?”
He started breathing heavier and heavier and then he just couldn’t hold out any longer ... he exploded with 3 or 4 little spurts.
I giggled and wiped my hand on his underwear ... I leaned up and kissed him,
“Thanks baby. I think I have my answer. I love you.”
It was such a fun day!
The next day was a little more tense ... for all of us.
Robert had texted me in the morning, wondering about what he was going to be walking into. I reassured him that Steve wasn’t angry with him and that this was a necessary step for all of us. He was nervous but he agreed.
Steve was also uneasy. He woke up early, as always, and piddled around outside for a while ... coming in every now and then ... but only to pace around ... he was trying to distract himself. Nothing worked. He was up and down all day. I did my best to calm him and convince him that everything was going to be okay and that Robert was as nervous as he was. It didn’t really help.
Compared to them, I was pretty calm. I was nervous too. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But I knew that we had to do this and that it would help ease all three of us into the next phase of Steve’s cuckolding and our marriage.
2 o’clock came and Steve and I were sitting on the couch when Robert rang the doorbell. I stood up, faced Steve, leaned over him and lightly kissed him,
“Its going to be fine, baby. I promise. Nothing is going to happen today, ok?”
He nodded.
I walked to the door and let Robert in.
I hadn’t really planned this (which is rare for me — I plan everything! Steve says I can’t even go to bed without making a list). But at that moment, I wanted to kind of jolt everyone past their nerves so I leaned in close to Robert and wrapped my arms around him, put my chin on his chest, smiled and looked up into his shocked face and said,
“Hi lover. Kiss me.”
He looked at Steve for a moment, until I squeezed him and said,
“Just kiss me. Please.”
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t a passionate kiss in the least. Our tongues never touched. But the setting of that kiss still melted me.
Knowing that my husband was watching another man’s lips kissing his wife’s for the very first time was sending a thrill through my body that I just can’t explain. It was a short kiss, but it is one I will never forget. It took everything I had in me to not exert my dominance over Steve, but I controlled myself.
When the kiss ended, I slid my hands down his back and squeezed his butt and laughed ...then I took Robert’s hand and led him into the living room where Steve was sitting. He sat down on one couch and I sat down next to Steve across from him.
Our living room is really big and open with a fireplace at the end of it. The room is so big, that to make it more comfortable for talking, the couches are arranged pretty much around the fireplace. So they are fairly close together with a large coffee table between them.
Anyway, I sat down next to Steve because I really wanted both of them to know that no matter what Robert could do to me sexually, I was still Steve’s girl and nothing would ever change that. So as we talked, I just sat there hugging Steve’s arm and cuddled up next to him.
Never once did any of us mention sex or the big event that was soon coming. We just talked. Steve talked about his glory days playing college basketball. Robert listened and was genuinely interested, asking him questions. It bored me. I’ve heard those stories at least a hundred times
We ate and then talked some more until it was time for Robert to leave.
While we didn’t talk about sex, sex was constantly on my mind. I mean the only man that ever satisfied me (at that point ) was sitting just a few feet away from where i was sitting with my cuckold — who I desperately wanted to witness how I respond to a man who is properly equipped for pleasure! I was secretly going crazy.
Steve and I both walked Robert to the door, and when we said our goodbyes — I hugged Robert again and held him tight. Again, I put my chin on his chest, smiled and said,
“Kiss me. I want my husband to see.”
He leaned down to kiss me and when he did, I reached up and held the back of his head ... sliding my tongue between his lips. He surprised me by sliding his hands down my back and grabbing my butt with one of his large, black hands. My kiss grew more urgent as I pressed myself to him and sucked his tongue further into my mouth ... wrapping my lips around them and then swirling my tongue around his again. I wanted to do so much more — but I knew this wasn’t the time.
I pulled away — smiled and said “There’s more where that came fro—” and he left.
I turned to Steve and held his hand ... pulled him into the living room.
“God I wanted him to fuck me right now.”
Steve was clearly turned on ... I had planned on denying Steve until he actually witnessed me with Robert — but I just couldn’t.
“Lay down on the floor. Now.”
He did and I straddled his face ... sliding my pussy, that Robert had made so wet, all over his face from chin up to his nose ...
“Tell me you’re my cuckold.”
I pulled up and sat back ... running my fingers through his hair as I looked down into his eyes.
“I’m you’re cuckold.”
I smiled ... “god I’m so hot right now.”
“Tell me you want to see Robert fuck me.”
“I want to see him fuck you.”
“You’re so easy when you’re turned on.”
“You wanted him to do it now, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Lexi.”
I kept smiling.
“You liked watching him kiss me, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Still smiling — running my fingers through his hair.
“I’m gonna fuck your face until I cum and then I’ll suck your little dick. K?”
I quickly slid up onto his face and grabbed his hair with both hands ... sliding my pussy, slowly but hard over his mouth ...
“Stick your tongue out cuck.”
I was losing it — the control — the way he answered me — the way he was submitting to me — I was moaning louder and louder — thrusting over his tongue and mouth and nose harder and harder ... faster ... pulling up into me by his hair.
I could feel it coming — it was going to be big — I started to tense .. falling forward and then back ... my tummy was starting to ball up ... my legs were tightening ..
“Fuck Steve this feels so good ... I’m gonna cum ... oh my god you’re making me cum ...”
I lurched forward ... shaking .. quivering ... i was leaning over him toward the floor ... he was holding my hips ... continuing to lick me as I quivered ... I had to climb off him .. I couldn’t take any more at that moment.
It was the biggest orgasm he had ever given me.
I laid there for a moment — recovering. I can’t ever remember Steve making me cum like that.
I held his little dick, “That was amazing, Steve. It really was.”
“It was, Lex. You were so aggressive.”
“Did you like it, Steve? How I was?”
“Yes ... I really did.”
I climbed between his legs where he was sitting on the couch now. I unzipped and then slid down his pants ... he was already or still hard.
I quickly swallowed him whole and sucked him for about 2 minutes before he came in my mouth.
I swallowed it all — it wasn’t much ... and then I quickly slid up his body and kissed him as hard as I ever had. I think that he liked my control made me want to exert it again. I slid my tongue all around his mouth ... my juices were still on his face ... on his lips and it turned me on even more. He didn’t even try to stop me — maybe the shock of everything made him forget that he had just cum in my mouth. I mean, I swallowed most of it anyway, but still ... it was there.
I pulled away and gave him a knowing smile —
“I love you, baby.”
On Monday morning, Steve got up at his normal time and did his normal thing of coming to my side of the bed and kissing me goodbye. I held on to him as he started to pull away and warned him,
“Tonight could be the night, Steve.”
Each morning was a repeat of the one before. He never knew if that was the day that it would all come true or not.
But I was now confident that I had done everything I could to not only prepare him for what he would see, but to also make him want it. I had explained in detail how Robert fucked me and how it felt. I had shown Steve pictures of me holding Robert’s cock. I had flooded Steve’s phone with pictures of interracial couples fucking. I had watched porn videos of the same with him. I had successfully conditioned Steve to not only want to watch what was coming ... but need it as much as i did. And we had established that he liked me being in control — even dominant with him when it came to sex.
With each day, he wanted it more and more.
At 6 o’clock on Thursday evening, I texted Steve —
“Text me wen you’re almost home, Steve. K? I have a surprise for you.”
“What are you talking about Lexi?”
“Just do it please. Just before you get home, k? Like 10 minutes before. K? Thanks. I love you!”
At 6:45 or so, Steve texted ...
“Lexi. I’m almost home.”
“Yay! We’re in the living room. I can’t wait to see you! Love you!”
I was so excited! Robert and I had already been kissing and touching each other. We hadn’t taken any of our clothes off yet. I wanted to save everything for Steve to witness with his own eyes. I didn’t want to have to tell him anything later. But it was hard. The idea of Steve watching me had me so turned on that I could barely contain myself.
And then I saw the headlights shine through the front window. He was here! And then I heard the door open ... then close. I got up and walked to where Steve puts his things down in the entry way. I stopped him and told him,
“Hi baby. Tonight’s the night.”
I smiled and hugged him close to me, and leaned up and kissed him. I could tell he was nervous, so I kissed him again .. this time with more passion. I was wearing a short, light sundress with nothing under it. I held his hand and pulled it under my dress to my wet pussy.
“I’m soaked baby. I can’t wait for this.”
He was a bit stunned by it all. I removed his hand ... slid his fingers into my mouth slid them out through my tight lips.
“If you want to change your clothes you should do it now, k? I don’t want you to miss anything. K?”
I giggled a little and kissed him again. He went past the doorway into the living room without looking in and went upstairs to change.
I walked back to Robert on the couch and straddled his lap for a moment, looked into his eyes and said,
“Don’t speak to him ok? I mean don’t say anything directly to him while you’re fucking me. Talk to me like you always do but don’t talk to him. And fuck me hard, K? Take your time at first so Steve can see you sliding in and out of me. But fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Don’t be nervous k? He wants to see it. He wants to see you fuck me really hard. Like he can’t. K? He’s a real cuckold now. Well after tonight he will be. ”
I got off of him and slid next to him while we waited for Steve to come in.
When I heard him walking down the stairs I got up and met him at the entry way into the living room. I took him by the hand and led him to the couch that is directly across from Robert. As Steve sat down, I did the same as I had with Robert. I straddled my husband’s lap and kissed him deep. As I swirled my tongue around his I slipped my hand between us and felt for his dick. It wasn’t hard but it was getting there.
“When I get up, I’m going to Robert and I’m not coming back until he leaves. I don’t want you to do anything but watch us, k? Don’t touch yourself. Don’t speak. Just watch us. Ok? This is for you. K?”
He looked up into my eyes and nodded. His look was a combination of fear and lust. Exactly what it should be.
I kissed him again then said,
“I love you. I love you more than anyone in the world. And I’m going to love you tonight by giving you what you want. K? Just have fun. This is what cuckolds like.”
I kissed him one more time and said,
“Bye.”
I slowly got up and turned and walked toward Robert. I leaned over his and sat where I had before. Our kiss was almost animalistic. His hands were running up and down my back and over my ass. I was moaning into his mouth as I could feel his cock swelling beneath me. I couldn’t wait much longer — I needed him and I needed my husband to see how much.
Thoughts of my husband flashed in and out of my mind from that point forward. There were moments I forgot that he was there — which was more than okay. Sex with Robert was always good ... very good. But when Steve’s presence came back into focus ... seeing him or hearing him when he’d shift on the couch or just when I’d remember he was there — my lust for Robert would surge to new levels. But it wasn’t just for Robert — it was for cuckolding my husband ... taking him further than he was ... further forward than we were ... I needed my husband to watch as much as I needed Robert to fuck me. This was a moment ... like all firsts ... that never gets forgotten.
So from where we were, Steve could tell what we were doing ... but because my back was to him ... he couldn’t see what he needed to see.
So I stood up and walked backwards a little bit and motioned with my finger for Robert to follow.
The thin straps of my sundress had fallen from my shoulders and were hanging down my arms. My breasts, naked beneath, were starting to show. I sat down on the edge of the coffee table with my left side toward Steve and slid my arms through the straps so that my dress bunched at my waist. I was half naked and almost directly in front of Steve with about 3 feet of space between us.
Robert moved to right in front of me.
I looked up at him and slowly slid my hand over his large bulge. I smiled up at him.
“I think he wants to come out for me.”
Robert smiled down to me, “Take it out baby. Make love to it.”
I was positively electric from head to to ... “mmmmm I’ve missed him.”
I reached up with my other hand and unbuckled his belt and playfully pulled it all the way through the loops and off and dropped it to the floor ... I can still hear the clink-clink of it hitting the floor.
I bit my lip as I unbuttoned his pants ... slowly unzipping them ... sliding them down his dark, muscular legs ... he stepped out with one foot and the other ... I slid them to the side where his belt was ... pushing the heavy leather across the floor.
I cannot begin to explain the mental exhilaration of knowing that my cuck husband was watching my every movement. That mental high was coursing through me and drenching my pussy. I could feel my juices starting to run down my thighs to the table below them. If Robert had even barely brushed my pussy I think I could have been brought really close to orgasming.
At this point, I hadn’t yet looked at Steve since I left him on the couch ... but now I did. He was sitting there in his maroon t-shirt and black basketball shorts — what was he thinking, I remember thinking at several points ... including this one. Watching his wife lust for a real lover — only a cuckold would watch something like this — and I loved him even more that he was mine.
I slid my hand over Robert’s cock that was straining the fabric of his boxer briefs ... that was when I looked at Steve ... biting my lip ... half smiling ... both the lust and the control exciting me.
Steve looked me dead in the eyes with a mixture of horror and amazement written all over his face.
I turned back to Robert ... smiled,
“Almost free, baby.”
I rubbed my hand over it a few more times ... and then reached for his waistband and slowly and deliberately revealed his beautiful monster inch by inch.
I’d obviously seen it many times before ... more than I can even begin to count. But that my husband’s eyes were seeing the cock that had drawn me into this lifestyle ... into an affair and the deliberate steps that were necessary to change the course of my own husband’s sex life ... it all just made Robert’s cock take on a new level of wonder than was already there.
When I finally freed him, he was about 3/4 hard ... hanging, but not straight down. It was filling and expanding. His cock is so much prettier when it’s hard ... with that one long fat vein snaking all the way down his shaft ... but it was still so gorgeous. Long and thick and black ... it literally made my mouth water.
Again, I looked at Steve as I held Robert’s black cock with my little, white, wedding ringed hand. I stared at my cuckold as I said to Robert, “Your cock is just so heavy, Robert. So big, baby. I love it. I wanna taste it.”
Robert agreed, “Get it Lex.”
I smiled and turned back to the object of my lust ... raised it and leaned forward, licking and kissing his big, black, cum filled balls ... licking all the way up his shaft and smiling the entire way ... reaching the top, I pulled it down to me, taking the head into my mouth ... sliding it over my tongue ... moaning ... he was almost all the way hard.
I pushed until a few thick inches were in my stretched mouth and then slid my lips back over his cock until it popped from my mouth. I held it with both hands to show Steve how long it really was. I had made Steve look at my hand on his little dick so many times, trying to explain to him how much bigger Robert was — and now he could see.
I pulled it back in to my hungry mouth ... Robert grew in boldness and took a step forward ... he reached down to push my hair behind my ear so he could watch my eyes sparkle while I sucked him
I started to suck him a bit faster ... stroking his wet shiny black pole with both hands ...
“Fuck you suck my dick good, Lexi.”
He put one hand behind my head and started pushing forward with small short thrusts. At that point, I still wasn’t able to deepthroat him but I’ve always loved it when he holds my head and fucks my mouth. Its something Steve would never do — he’s too gentle.
At one point, Robert pushed a little too far and I coughed and pulled back ... still holding his cock ... with spit running down my chin ... I looked at Steve again and smiled. He was starting to sweat.
I didn’t say a word ... not one. But my look told him everything. This is what a cock is supposed to look like ... it’s not supposed to fit as easily in a woman’s mouth as his little one does. This is a man.
I stood up and pushed Robert’s shirt up his chest. He pulled up and over his head and dropped it to the floor as my dress fell down to my feet. We were both completely naked. I had seen our skin together many, many times and it never ceased to excite me. His dark black skin next to mine so white — it had to be amazing for Steve to see.
I swirled my tongue around Robert’s nipple as his big hands cupped and squeezed my ass. He started to walk me back to the couch we started on across from Steve ... but i stopped him.
I smiled up into his face and backed us to the seat next to Steve. I sat and then laid back —
“I want you to fuck me right in front of my husband.” I didn’t look at Steve — I wish I would have.
Robert walked past Steve with his huge, hard, black cock bouncing as he stepped. He got between my legs and knelt on the floor. My hands were over my head on the back of the couch ... my pussy was on fire. I hooked my legs behind his back to pull him closer to me ... ready for him to slide his cock deep into my pussy.
But he was hungry too.
He leaned forward and pursed his lips around my nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth ... sucking and pulling at it — lightly biting it and pulling it ... I was moaning loudly ... watching him down my chest ...
He slid down further and ran his long tongue up my slit and then into my pussy ... and then out ... wrapping his lips around my clit and sliding one of his long black fingers into me ... I was so close to cumming and he knew it.
Robert knew how my body reacted and what it reacted to best ... far better than my husband did. He knew when I was about to cum ... my husband didn’t. He knew when to slow down .. how to tease me ... how to edge me closer and closer without letting me go over the edge .. frustrating me until I was begging and pleading for him to let me cum ... that was something my husband didn’t quite understand. Now he would — but his would be second hand knowledge ... learned.
As I started to squirm and tense ... tightening my legs around his head ... Robert stopped. He knew what I wanted most — for Steve ... my husband ... my cuckold to see me scream and cream and cum all over his black cock.
He smiled, “Ready Lex?”
I scooted back a bit .. nodding ... “Yes baby. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He held his cock in one hand — and drug it up and down my pussy coating the big purple head with my juice.
This is one of my favorite positions because it lets me see it so clearly. I love watching his black cock entering me ... stretching me ...
I didn’t look at Steve or say anything to him ... but I quickly reached for his hand ... almost slapping mine down onto his as if to say — “look”.
Robert pushed forward — sliding a few of his magnificent inches into me. I gasped ... watching it closely — squeezing Steve’s hand.
He slid it back out ... almost all the way. I watched. It was shiny and black and beautiful with my wetness showing how far he entered me.
Then he quickly pushed in further ... over half — I arched my head, clinched Steve’s hand and screamed,
“FUCK!”
“God damn you feel good, Lexi ... “
He slid out again ... repeating himself several times ... pushing in as I screamed ... pulling out ... pushing in as I panted .... pulling out. In and out until he buried himself inside me.
I was close. So very close.
That my husband was watching my pussy stretching around and taking a cock over twice his size was driving me faster and faster to orgasm.
As Robert started to really fuck me, I let go of Steve and got lost in the moment ...
“Yessssss Robert — OMG baby — FUCK ME - FUCK ME - FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!”
Normally, Robert would have slowed down to stop me from orgasming so soon ... but not tonight ...
He stood up, leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of me ... my legs, wrapped around him fell open ... wide open ... one falling toward Steve ..
Robert then started to truly fuck me ... he started to pound me the way I love him to ... taking me the way he has so many times ... to the point that all that he touches is his.
That was when it was too much .... I started screaming ... pushing and pulling on his shoulders ... my chest heaving .. my tummy balling up inside me ... my legs straight and quivering ... he just kept thrusting in and out of me ... our skin slapping against each other ... his balls slapping my ass with every thrust ... I was gone.
I can’t ever remember cumming so violently — shaking and pushing and thrashing ... this was my new addiction. Not just fucking black men — but fucking black men in front of my husband.
As I recovered, I must have looked like a mess. My hair, wet from my sweat and Robert’s sweat, was matted to my face. Both of our bodies glistened with sweat.
“Take me to my bed.”
We climbed the stairs alone. I’m not exactly sure when, but Steve would find his way there.
Robert laid me on my bed and climbed on top of me. He immediately slid inside me ... holding himself up over me as he slowly pushed in ... circling his hips as he kissed me. I love this too ... feeling him like this ... slow with long deep strokes where I can feel every inch and every contour of his cock with the silky walls of my stretched pussy. I love tightening myself around him ... clamping around it as he slides out ... and then releasing as he slides forward.
At some point, while Robert made love to me ... I looked to the doorway and saw Steve there. I’m not sure how long he was there .. but I smiled at him and then back to Robert.
“I love your big cock baby. It feels so good. You’re so deep, baby. So much better than my husband.”
I reached up and kissed him again ... sucking ... inhaling his tongue into my mouth ... but not for long.
When Robert leaned up, I could see on his face that he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer . This was his first time being watched too ... and I think the excitement of it all was pushing him to the edge as well.
He started to drive into me ... his feet extended holding his legs off the bed .. his arms holding his body above me ... he started to fuck me hard again.
I wrapped my legs around him ... holding his chest and shoulders with my hands ... he was going faster and faster ..
“Cum in me baby! Cum inside my pussy! Its your pussy, baby. Cum inside me. Give it to me!”
He thrust into me for a minute more or so and then grunted and growled ... tightening his face as he started to cum.
This is the single greatest feeling I have ever felt. With Steve, I can never tell because he’s so small and because he cums so little.
But with Robert — when he starts to cum he pushes as far as he can possibly get inside me and then just holds it there so I can feel him pulse and twitch and spasm and shoot load after load after load of cum inside me.
It never, ever fails to make me orgasm. And I did. He collapsed on top of me while I moaned and panted ... shaking ... holding him with my arms and legs.
It was amazing.
To that point, that was the greatest sexual experience of my life.
After several minutes, Robert climbed off of me and we noticed that Steve was no longer there.
For the first time, I was a little worried that I had gone too far with some of the stuff I was saying.
Robert got dressed and told me to call him the next day. He wanted to know what happened with the aftermath.
After Robert left, I went to the bathroom and dried myself as his cum dripped and ran down the inside of my legs. I got as much as I could but there was a lot!
I pulled my hair into a pony ... fixed my flushed face a bit ... put on my nightshirt and went downstairs.
I found Steve on the couch ... but not the one he watched Robert fuck me on.
I sat on the edge next to him ... facing him ... I reached for his hand and said,
“Let’s go to bed in the spare room.”
I stood up, holding his hand I led him to the spare bedroom down the hall from the living room.
We got into bed — he was laying on his back, sort of propped up on a pillow against the headboard. I was on my side next to him, propped up on my elbow.
“You know I love you, right?”
“I know Lexi.”
“Are you okay? I mean ... how are you after seein ... ”
“I’m fine. I am. It was just ...”
“Shocking?”
“Yes, Lexi. I guess you could say that.”
“Did you .... ummmm ... like it??”
“I don’t know how to describe what I felt, Lex. This is something you can’t understand.”
“I know. I know I can’t, baby. But it was good, right? I mean ... you did get excited, right??”
I reached down to feel over his shorts but he stopped me.
“Lexi, don’t.”
“Don’t what? Did you cum? Were you touching yourself while you were downstairs?”
“No, Lex. I didn’t.”
Side note: I expected this ... or at least some of this. I had read enough about the mind of cuckolds from the cuckold’s perspective that I knew he would have mixed feelings about this. Anger. Lust. Hurt. Arousal. Humiliation. My thinking was, I would need to make him cum as fast as I could to attach his orgasm to what he just witnessed. That would be the fasted way through. I wanted all the sights and sounds and smells to be firmly and clearly in his mind when he came. For that matter, I wanted the rest of his orgasms to be cuckold orgasms...but especially this one. I needed him, not to cum to imagined images of me that I created with my words ... I needed him, not to cum to porn or interracial pics — I needed him to cum to the images and sounds and smells of me cumming on Robert’s cock.
So I pressed.
I slid my hand down again ... again he tried to stop me.
“Let me baby. I want to make you feel good. K?”
I slid my hand again and he let me. He was mostly soft ... which made him feel that much smaller.
I slid my hand inside his shorts, smiled,
“There it is. I found him.”
He started to harden pretty quickly.
“You did like it, didn’t you?”
“Tell me.”
He just nodded.
“What was your favorite part, baby?”
He gave me nothing.
“The couch or the bed?”
“I don’t know Lexi. They were different.”
I stroked him a little.
“Yeah. How long did you watch upstairs?”
“Did you see all of it?”
“Yes.”
I held him tightly ... squeezing him.
“Did you see him cum inside me? Inside my pussy?”
“Fuck Lexi — yes.”
“Did you like it — watching another man cum inside me?”
“Lex...”
He was getting close — so close — I let go.
“Do you want to feel me? Do you want me to put you inside me?”
“I don’t know Lex ... “
“I want to. I want to feel you inside me baby ... k?”
“But ... “
“Its okay. Please baby — most of his cum already leaked out of me.”
He didn’t say anything. Like before, this thought both horrified him and excited him.
I didn’t ask again ... I slid his shorts down revealing his tiny dick. I swung my leg over him and easily slid him inside me. I could barely feel him.
“There ... “
I leaned forward ... my hair dangling in his face as I looked down on him.
“Is he bigger than you thought? Than you imagined?”
“Yes....”
“Longer and thicker than you, huh?”
“Yes ... “
“Like twice as big .. huh? At least.”
“Fuck Lexi ...”
I started to rock back and forth on him a little.
“Do you see why I love it so much? Why I can’t stop, baby?”
“Lex—“
“You saw how he made me cum ... you can see, right?”
“Yessss...”
“But I only love you — you know that, right?”
“Yes ... I love you t...”
“I know baby.”
“Close our eyes, cuck. Imagine it again. Picture it ... what was your favorite? The couch or the bed?”
“Fuck Lexi — the couch.”
“Mmmmm ... imagine it baby ...”
I started to rise and fall on his little dick ...
“Remember it ... how I sounded with a real man fucking me ... can you hear my screams cuck?”
“Yes ... “
“Mmmmm ... can you see his big black cock pounding in and out of my little white pussy cuckold?”
He just tensed ... I could tell he was close.
“Yes baby — cum to the images and sounds of Robert fucking me like you can’t. Imagine it ... imagine it while I fuck you with my pussy that he just came in ... cum baby ... cum for me ... “
He started to strain and buck up to me a little ...
... and then he came.
I leaned down and tenderly kissed him ... lovingly kissed him while he started to breathe normal.
“I love you so much baby. I love you even more now. You really are my little cuckold.”
Each one is just another piece of the puzzle that is our marriage. Every piece has it’s one perfect hole to fill. Without one or two of the pieces, the picture is incomplete and so the whole of it will be less enjoyable than when you see it complete.
But to give a bird’s eye view recap:
I’m Lexi and my cuckold/husband is Steve.
We started this journey towards a happy and fulfilling, but alternative marriage when I finally acted on years of sexual frustration. My husband, as great as he is in every other area as my husband, lacked the aggression and the equipment to fully satisfy me. That led me to make the somewhat spontaneous mistake of having an affair with my black neighbor. This Adonis of a man was Robert. He opened my eyes to the wonders of sex with a man who is built like a man and possesses an equally manly drive to thoroughly please a woman. But as amazing as the sex was, it could not cover the guilt of cheating on my husband and best friend. So I confessed. Over time, Steve came to understand that it really was just about sex. He also came to learn that he had some pretty blatant cuckold turn ons. I think men with small penises are predisposed to being a cuckold because they can never truly bring their wife the kind of satisfaction she brings him. That was Steve. Once I learned more about him and what was going on inside his pervy, little cuckold mind, I used it to slowly free those cuckold desires through conditioning. It hasn’t been easy because he has resisted every step of his development. But I’m happy to say, I’ve been rather successful!
But where we are to this point, is that Steve has agreed to let me continue seeing Robert. He’s allowed Robert to fuck me in our own bed while he’s at work and he has admitted that it would be hot to see me and Robert together.
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On the Saturday following the Thursday that Steve admitted to me that he fantasized about watching Robert fuck me, we were doing our normal Saturday stuff.
As most Saturdays, we started at our local Farmer’s Market. Its one of our favorite things to do. We walk around holding hands and goofing on each other and buying yummy foods and vegetables. Then we came home and worked a bit in the yard. Recently, we had some new baby chicks and I wanted to clear out a spot for a new chicken coop and run. The chickens aren’t Steve’s favorite but I am and he likes working in the yard, so we got most of that done. After that, we showered and cleaned up and laid around the house for a few hours and then like most weekends ... we went out to one of our favorite Mexican food places for an early dinner.
We found this gem of a restaurant several years ago and fell in love with it immediately. Its a bit of a whole-in-the-wall kind of place with a long narrow space with tables running down the middle that are all set really close together. I guess they do that to maximize the amount of people who can eat there at one time, but the way that people are packed in there kind of makes for an intimate atmosphere that I really enjoy. Its super cute and quaint and besides that... the queso is amazing!
On this particular day we were seated in the middle of the seating area with a really, sweet, older couple on one side of us and two 40-something women on the other side. The space between the tables is just barely enough for a waitress to squeeze through so conversations are less than private. I could hear the older couple talking about their last weekend with their grandkids and the two ladies talking about work ... I gathered that they were both nurses. Yeah, the tables are that close!
While we were eating our chips and queso, before the food arrived, I was starting to feel a little daring. Since Thursday’s admission, I had sweetly and almost incessantly teased Steve about what its going to be like for him to watch me and Robert. The cuck anxiousness (not angst yet) was building at a pretty steady pace, but, until that moment in the restaurant, I hadn’t spoken about when or how or where it would be.
For some reason, I thought this was the perfect time for that.
Whenever these thoughts enter my mind, a rush of adrenaline surges through me to the point that all I can think about is exerting my sweet dominance over Steve. I’m not sure what it is, but when sex or any subject surrounding sex comes up — when I look at Steve now all I can see is the cuckold side of him. And when that happens, its virtually impossible for me to be dissuaded from what I want to do. This was one of those times — but because this “out in the open stuff” was kind of new territory for me and for us, I was able to temper it a little.
Anyway, back to the restaurant!
“Sooooooo ...”
Dipping my chip in the queso and then munching it ...
“God I love their queso! Isn’t it so yummy! —— Oh and I was thinking that Robert could come over tomorrow.”
Steve’s eyes got very big as he was about to agree with me about the queso. But with the follow up statement, he started to squirm a bit in his chair. He looked to the older couple, kind of side-eyed, and then to the two ladies on the other side ... trying to determine if they were listening.
I smiled my cute little mischievous smile that he knows so well and reached over to grab his hand ...
In a low voice, I said ...
“Its okay. We’re just talking baby.”
Under the table, I slipped my sandal off and lightly ran my cute little foot up the inside of his leg. The tables don’t have tablecloths, so even subtlety wouldn’t hide it. But my sexy move had the opposite effect on him. It put him even more on edge.
He tried to hush me.
“Lexi, we can talk about this later.”
There was a certain amount of adorable pleading in his voice.
“I know baby. I’m just thinking that it would be a good time for you to meet him ... you know ... before ...”
Leaning closer to him across the little table I whispered ...
“...before the real thing.”
Steve just stared. He was stiff and uncomfortable. I think sitting in that chair at that moment was the last place he wanted to be! But I knew this would be a good time to get him to agree to meeting Robert.
Now to give some context: Steve has obviously seen Robert around the neighborhood. I mean, we’re neighbors, right? Before the affair, he had actually talked to Robert on a few occasions at neighborhood social gatherings. But since the affair — as far as I knew — they had never spoken to each other.
Because of that, for both Steve’s and Robert’s sake, I really wanted them to meet. For one, it would make it more comfortable for Steve if he’d already hung out with Robert in our house in a more informal setting. And Robert needed this casual setting too. He had never been involved with a cuckold couple, which means he had never had sex with a man’s wife in front of her husband.
That little tidbit will come into play in later stories.
Soooooo ...
“I’d really rather talk about this at home, Lex.”
Gripping his hand tighter,
“I know. But you won’t want to ... you never want to ... so I’d like to talk about it now.”
He stared ... knowing I wasn’t going to stop.
I leaned back, letting go of his hand and sliding my foot between his legs again. He put his hand down to stop me from going any higher and tried to push it down. I relented and pulled my foot back.
“So I was thinking he could come for lunch. Nothing big. I could make some sandwiches or something or maybe you could grill hamburgers or something. Nothing big. You like grilling.”
Steve just kept looking side to side hoping for the ceiling to cave in and kill us all.
“But it would give us chance to just hang out together. You know, before things get more ... ummmm ... intimate.”
He was growing more impatient and anxious and I was growing bolder.
I reached for my unsweet tea, wrapped my lips and the straw and drew a sip watching him squirm ... I think he even started to sweat a little .
“You did say you’d want that ... right?”
He wasn’t going to answer and I was positively glowing now.
“Right, Cu— I mean Steve?”
Finally he spoke, knowing that I was going to push this until I got him to answer me.
“Yes, Lex. Now can we just eat or talk about something else.”
He was starting to get a little mad at me ... I could hear it.
“Yes, of course baby. But just to be clear — do you mean yes, I can invite Robert over for lunch tomorrow before the real thing? Or, yes you said you wanted that, generally speaking?”
“Yes, Lex ... just drop it for now.”
I reached under the table and into my purse for my phone and started texting ...
“Ok, I’ll just tell him now. Ok? Is 2 o’clock okay?”
“Lexi!” he whispered loudly, with some urgency in his voice.
Still staring down at my phone while I texted Robert...
“This will make us all more comfortable for when you know the real thing happens and you get to watch him ...”
I looked up just then ...
“... and me —”
I looked him dead in the eyes and then I mouthed the word
“... fuck ...”
I hit send, put my phone down on the table, leaned forward again and held his hand, smiled and quietly said ...
“Thanks cuck.”
I slid my foot higher and this time he let me. I ran it all the up his leg to his crotch and pressed to feel if he was hard. He was!
I giggled,
“I think you like this. Tell me you like this.”
“If I say yes will you stop?”
I nodded with a huge, knowing grin on my face, “If you mean it when you say it.”
“Fine. Yes. Now stop.”
I didn’t want to. The two women next to us were trying not to make it obvious that they were listening, but they weren’t doing a very good job of it and that was not lost on either Steve or myself. Steve’s reaction went into my memory vault to use at a later date. The older couple heard nothing, as far as I could tell.
But I figured that was enough for today. So I removed my foot from his little hard-on, slipped on my sandal and we resumed our lunch.
The drive home was so much fun. I was so turned on by what we did. I just couldn’t let it pass. As we got into the car and drove home, I laid my head on his shoulder and reached for his crotch, unzipped his pants and reached inside holding him. He had a little bit of precum already coating the head.
“So what turned you on the most?”
“Lexi ...”
“Just tell me. I’m going to make your little dick cum in my hand but I just want to know. Was it because you really are going to watch a real man with his big black cock fucking me?”
I slowly stroked him. He was squirming and trying to concentrate on the road.
“Or was it that those two women know you’re a cuckold?”
“Fuck Lexi ... what are you....”
“Just tell me. Or was it both?”
I started to hold him tighter and sliding my hand a little faster.
“Tell me cuck. Tell me now. Is it watching me with a real man who can make me scream and shake or was it being ******* to two complete strangers?”
He started breathing heavier and heavier and then he just couldn’t hold out any longer ... he exploded with 3 or 4 little spurts.
I giggled and wiped my hand on his underwear ... I leaned up and kissed him,
“Thanks baby. I think I have my answer. I love you.”
It was such a fun day!
The next day was a little more tense ... for all of us.
Robert had texted me in the morning, wondering about what he was going to be walking into. I reassured him that Steve wasn’t angry with him and that this was a necessary step for all of us. He was nervous but he agreed.
Steve was also uneasy. He woke up early, as always, and piddled around outside for a while ... coming in every now and then ... but only to pace around ... he was trying to distract himself. Nothing worked. He was up and down all day. I did my best to calm him and convince him that everything was going to be okay and that Robert was as nervous as he was. It didn’t really help.
Compared to them, I was pretty calm. I was nervous too. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But I knew that we had to do this and that it would help ease all three of us into the next phase of Steve’s cuckolding and our marriage.
2 o’clock came and Steve and I were sitting on the couch when Robert rang the doorbell. I stood up, faced Steve, leaned over him and lightly kissed him,
“Its going to be fine, baby. I promise. Nothing is going to happen today, ok?”
He nodded.
I walked to the door and let Robert in.
I hadn’t really planned this (which is rare for me — I plan everything! Steve says I can’t even go to bed without making a list). But at that moment, I wanted to kind of jolt everyone past their nerves so I leaned in close to Robert and wrapped my arms around him, put my chin on his chest, smiled and looked up into his shocked face and said,
“Hi lover. Kiss me.”
He looked at Steve for a moment, until I squeezed him and said,
“Just kiss me. Please.”
He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t a passionate kiss in the least. Our tongues never touched. But the setting of that kiss still melted me.
Knowing that my husband was watching another man’s lips kissing his wife’s for the very first time was sending a thrill through my body that I just can’t explain. It was a short kiss, but it is one I will never forget. It took everything I had in me to not exert my dominance over Steve, but I controlled myself.
When the kiss ended, I slid my hands down his back and squeezed his butt and laughed ...then I took Robert’s hand and led him into the living room where Steve was sitting. He sat down on one couch and I sat down next to Steve across from him.
Our living room is really big and open with a fireplace at the end of it. The room is so big, that to make it more comfortable for talking, the couches are arranged pretty much around the fireplace. So they are fairly close together with a large coffee table between them.
Anyway, I sat down next to Steve because I really wanted both of them to know that no matter what Robert could do to me sexually, I was still Steve’s girl and nothing would ever change that. So as we talked, I just sat there hugging Steve’s arm and cuddled up next to him.
Never once did any of us mention sex or the big event that was soon coming. We just talked. Steve talked about his glory days playing college basketball. Robert listened and was genuinely interested, asking him questions. It bored me. I’ve heard those stories at least a hundred times
We ate and then talked some more until it was time for Robert to leave.
While we didn’t talk about sex, sex was constantly on my mind. I mean the only man that ever satisfied me (at that point ) was sitting just a few feet away from where i was sitting with my cuckold — who I desperately wanted to witness how I respond to a man who is properly equipped for pleasure! I was secretly going crazy.
Steve and I both walked Robert to the door, and when we said our goodbyes — I hugged Robert again and held him tight. Again, I put my chin on his chest, smiled and said,
“Kiss me. I want my husband to see.”
He leaned down to kiss me and when he did, I reached up and held the back of his head ... sliding my tongue between his lips. He surprised me by sliding his hands down my back and grabbing my butt with one of his large, black hands. My kiss grew more urgent as I pressed myself to him and sucked his tongue further into my mouth ... wrapping my lips around them and then swirling my tongue around his again. I wanted to do so much more — but I knew this wasn’t the time.
I pulled away — smiled and said “There’s more where that came fro—” and he left.
I turned to Steve and held his hand ... pulled him into the living room.
“God I wanted him to fuck me right now.”
Steve was clearly turned on ... I had planned on denying Steve until he actually witnessed me with Robert — but I just couldn’t.
“Lay down on the floor. Now.”
He did and I straddled his face ... sliding my pussy, that Robert had made so wet, all over his face from chin up to his nose ...
“Tell me you’re my cuckold.”
I pulled up and sat back ... running my fingers through his hair as I looked down into his eyes.
“I’m you’re cuckold.”
I smiled ... “god I’m so hot right now.”
“Tell me you want to see Robert fuck me.”
“I want to see him fuck you.”
“You’re so easy when you’re turned on.”
“You wanted him to do it now, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Lexi.”
I kept smiling.
“You liked watching him kiss me, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Still smiling — running my fingers through his hair.
“I’m gonna fuck your face until I cum and then I’ll suck your little dick. K?”
I quickly slid up onto his face and grabbed his hair with both hands ... sliding my pussy, slowly but hard over his mouth ...
“Stick your tongue out cuck.”
I was losing it — the control — the way he answered me — the way he was submitting to me — I was moaning louder and louder — thrusting over his tongue and mouth and nose harder and harder ... faster ... pulling up into me by his hair.
I could feel it coming — it was going to be big — I started to tense .. falling forward and then back ... my tummy was starting to ball up ... my legs were tightening ..
“Fuck Steve this feels so good ... I’m gonna cum ... oh my god you’re making me cum ...”
I lurched forward ... shaking .. quivering ... i was leaning over him toward the floor ... he was holding my hips ... continuing to lick me as I quivered ... I had to climb off him .. I couldn’t take any more at that moment.
It was the biggest orgasm he had ever given me.
I laid there for a moment — recovering. I can’t ever remember Steve making me cum like that.
I held his little dick, “That was amazing, Steve. It really was.”
“It was, Lex. You were so aggressive.”
“Did you like it, Steve? How I was?”
“Yes ... I really did.”
I climbed between his legs where he was sitting on the couch now. I unzipped and then slid down his pants ... he was already or still hard.
I quickly swallowed him whole and sucked him for about 2 minutes before he came in my mouth.
I swallowed it all — it wasn’t much ... and then I quickly slid up his body and kissed him as hard as I ever had. I think that he liked my control made me want to exert it again. I slid my tongue all around his mouth ... my juices were still on his face ... on his lips and it turned me on even more. He didn’t even try to stop me — maybe the shock of everything made him forget that he had just cum in my mouth. I mean, I swallowed most of it anyway, but still ... it was there.
I pulled away and gave him a knowing smile —
“I love you, baby.”
On Monday morning, Steve got up at his normal time and did his normal thing of coming to my side of the bed and kissing me goodbye. I held on to him as he started to pull away and warned him,
“Tonight could be the night, Steve.”
Each morning was a repeat of the one before. He never knew if that was the day that it would all come true or not.
But I was now confident that I had done everything I could to not only prepare him for what he would see, but to also make him want it. I had explained in detail how Robert fucked me and how it felt. I had shown Steve pictures of me holding Robert’s cock. I had flooded Steve’s phone with pictures of interracial couples fucking. I had watched porn videos of the same with him. I had successfully conditioned Steve to not only want to watch what was coming ... but need it as much as i did. And we had established that he liked me being in control — even dominant with him when it came to sex.
With each day, he wanted it more and more.
At 6 o’clock on Thursday evening, I texted Steve —
“Text me wen you’re almost home, Steve. K? I have a surprise for you.”
“What are you talking about Lexi?”
“Just do it please. Just before you get home, k? Like 10 minutes before. K? Thanks. I love you!”
At 6:45 or so, Steve texted ...
“Lexi. I’m almost home.”
“Yay! We’re in the living room. I can’t wait to see you! Love you!”
I was so excited! Robert and I had already been kissing and touching each other. We hadn’t taken any of our clothes off yet. I wanted to save everything for Steve to witness with his own eyes. I didn’t want to have to tell him anything later. But it was hard. The idea of Steve watching me had me so turned on that I could barely contain myself.
And then I saw the headlights shine through the front window. He was here! And then I heard the door open ... then close. I got up and walked to where Steve puts his things down in the entry way. I stopped him and told him,
“Hi baby. Tonight’s the night.”
I smiled and hugged him close to me, and leaned up and kissed him. I could tell he was nervous, so I kissed him again .. this time with more passion. I was wearing a short, light sundress with nothing under it. I held his hand and pulled it under my dress to my wet pussy.
“I’m soaked baby. I can’t wait for this.”
He was a bit stunned by it all. I removed his hand ... slid his fingers into my mouth slid them out through my tight lips.
“If you want to change your clothes you should do it now, k? I don’t want you to miss anything. K?”
I giggled a little and kissed him again. He went past the doorway into the living room without looking in and went upstairs to change.
I walked back to Robert on the couch and straddled his lap for a moment, looked into his eyes and said,
“Don’t speak to him ok? I mean don’t say anything directly to him while you’re fucking me. Talk to me like you always do but don’t talk to him. And fuck me hard, K? Take your time at first so Steve can see you sliding in and out of me. But fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Don’t be nervous k? He wants to see it. He wants to see you fuck me really hard. Like he can’t. K? He’s a real cuckold now. Well after tonight he will be. ”
I got off of him and slid next to him while we waited for Steve to come in.
When I heard him walking down the stairs I got up and met him at the entry way into the living room. I took him by the hand and led him to the couch that is directly across from Robert. As Steve sat down, I did the same as I had with Robert. I straddled my husband’s lap and kissed him deep. As I swirled my tongue around his I slipped my hand between us and felt for his dick. It wasn’t hard but it was getting there.
“When I get up, I’m going to Robert and I’m not coming back until he leaves. I don’t want you to do anything but watch us, k? Don’t touch yourself. Don’t speak. Just watch us. Ok? This is for you. K?”
He looked up into my eyes and nodded. His look was a combination of fear and lust. Exactly what it should be.
I kissed him again then said,
“I love you. I love you more than anyone in the world. And I’m going to love you tonight by giving you what you want. K? Just have fun. This is what cuckolds like.”
I kissed him one more time and said,
“Bye.”
I slowly got up and turned and walked toward Robert. I leaned over his and sat where I had before. Our kiss was almost animalistic. His hands were running up and down my back and over my ass. I was moaning into his mouth as I could feel his cock swelling beneath me. I couldn’t wait much longer — I needed him and I needed my husband to see how much.
Thoughts of my husband flashed in and out of my mind from that point forward. There were moments I forgot that he was there — which was more than okay. Sex with Robert was always good ... very good. But when Steve’s presence came back into focus ... seeing him or hearing him when he’d shift on the couch or just when I’d remember he was there — my lust for Robert would surge to new levels. But it wasn’t just for Robert — it was for cuckolding my husband ... taking him further than he was ... further forward than we were ... I needed my husband to watch as much as I needed Robert to fuck me. This was a moment ... like all firsts ... that never gets forgotten.
So from where we were, Steve could tell what we were doing ... but because my back was to him ... he couldn’t see what he needed to see.
So I stood up and walked backwards a little bit and motioned with my finger for Robert to follow.
The thin straps of my sundress had fallen from my shoulders and were hanging down my arms. My breasts, naked beneath, were starting to show. I sat down on the edge of the coffee table with my left side toward Steve and slid my arms through the straps so that my dress bunched at my waist. I was half naked and almost directly in front of Steve with about 3 feet of space between us.
Robert moved to right in front of me.
I looked up at him and slowly slid my hand over his large bulge. I smiled up at him.
“I think he wants to come out for me.”
Robert smiled down to me, “Take it out baby. Make love to it.”
I was positively electric from head to to ... “mmmmm I’ve missed him.”
I reached up with my other hand and unbuckled his belt and playfully pulled it all the way through the loops and off and dropped it to the floor ... I can still hear the clink-clink of it hitting the floor.
I bit my lip as I unbuttoned his pants ... slowly unzipping them ... sliding them down his dark, muscular legs ... he stepped out with one foot and the other ... I slid them to the side where his belt was ... pushing the heavy leather across the floor.
I cannot begin to explain the mental exhilaration of knowing that my cuck husband was watching my every movement. That mental high was coursing through me and drenching my pussy. I could feel my juices starting to run down my thighs to the table below them. If Robert had even barely brushed my pussy I think I could have been brought really close to orgasming.
At this point, I hadn’t yet looked at Steve since I left him on the couch ... but now I did. He was sitting there in his maroon t-shirt and black basketball shorts — what was he thinking, I remember thinking at several points ... including this one. Watching his wife lust for a real lover — only a cuckold would watch something like this — and I loved him even more that he was mine.
I slid my hand over Robert’s cock that was straining the fabric of his boxer briefs ... that was when I looked at Steve ... biting my lip ... half smiling ... both the lust and the control exciting me.
Steve looked me dead in the eyes with a mixture of horror and amazement written all over his face.
I turned back to Robert ... smiled,
“Almost free, baby.”
I rubbed my hand over it a few more times ... and then reached for his waistband and slowly and deliberately revealed his beautiful monster inch by inch.
I’d obviously seen it many times before ... more than I can even begin to count. But that my husband’s eyes were seeing the cock that had drawn me into this lifestyle ... into an affair and the deliberate steps that were necessary to change the course of my own husband’s sex life ... it all just made Robert’s cock take on a new level of wonder than was already there.
When I finally freed him, he was about 3/4 hard ... hanging, but not straight down. It was filling and expanding. His cock is so much prettier when it’s hard ... with that one long fat vein snaking all the way down his shaft ... but it was still so gorgeous. Long and thick and black ... it literally made my mouth water.
Again, I looked at Steve as I held Robert’s black cock with my little, white, wedding ringed hand. I stared at my cuckold as I said to Robert, “Your cock is just so heavy, Robert. So big, baby. I love it. I wanna taste it.”
Robert agreed, “Get it Lex.”
I smiled and turned back to the object of my lust ... raised it and leaned forward, licking and kissing his big, black, cum filled balls ... licking all the way up his shaft and smiling the entire way ... reaching the top, I pulled it down to me, taking the head into my mouth ... sliding it over my tongue ... moaning ... he was almost all the way hard.
I pushed until a few thick inches were in my stretched mouth and then slid my lips back over his cock until it popped from my mouth. I held it with both hands to show Steve how long it really was. I had made Steve look at my hand on his little dick so many times, trying to explain to him how much bigger Robert was — and now he could see.
I pulled it back in to my hungry mouth ... Robert grew in boldness and took a step forward ... he reached down to push my hair behind my ear so he could watch my eyes sparkle while I sucked him
I started to suck him a bit faster ... stroking his wet shiny black pole with both hands ...
“Fuck you suck my dick good, Lexi.”
He put one hand behind my head and started pushing forward with small short thrusts. At that point, I still wasn’t able to deepthroat him but I’ve always loved it when he holds my head and fucks my mouth. Its something Steve would never do — he’s too gentle.
At one point, Robert pushed a little too far and I coughed and pulled back ... still holding his cock ... with spit running down my chin ... I looked at Steve again and smiled. He was starting to sweat.
I didn’t say a word ... not one. But my look told him everything. This is what a cock is supposed to look like ... it’s not supposed to fit as easily in a woman’s mouth as his little one does. This is a man.
I stood up and pushed Robert’s shirt up his chest. He pulled up and over his head and dropped it to the floor as my dress fell down to my feet. We were both completely naked. I had seen our skin together many, many times and it never ceased to excite me. His dark black skin next to mine so white — it had to be amazing for Steve to see.
I swirled my tongue around Robert’s nipple as his big hands cupped and squeezed my ass. He started to walk me back to the couch we started on across from Steve ... but i stopped him.
I smiled up into his face and backed us to the seat next to Steve. I sat and then laid back —
“I want you to fuck me right in front of my husband.” I didn’t look at Steve — I wish I would have.
Robert walked past Steve with his huge, hard, black cock bouncing as he stepped. He got between my legs and knelt on the floor. My hands were over my head on the back of the couch ... my pussy was on fire. I hooked my legs behind his back to pull him closer to me ... ready for him to slide his cock deep into my pussy.
But he was hungry too.
He leaned forward and pursed his lips around my nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth ... sucking and pulling at it — lightly biting it and pulling it ... I was moaning loudly ... watching him down my chest ...
He slid down further and ran his long tongue up my slit and then into my pussy ... and then out ... wrapping his lips around my clit and sliding one of his long black fingers into me ... I was so close to cumming and he knew it.
Robert knew how my body reacted and what it reacted to best ... far better than my husband did. He knew when I was about to cum ... my husband didn’t. He knew when to slow down .. how to tease me ... how to edge me closer and closer without letting me go over the edge .. frustrating me until I was begging and pleading for him to let me cum ... that was something my husband didn’t quite understand. Now he would — but his would be second hand knowledge ... learned.
As I started to squirm and tense ... tightening my legs around his head ... Robert stopped. He knew what I wanted most — for Steve ... my husband ... my cuckold to see me scream and cream and cum all over his black cock.
He smiled, “Ready Lex?”
I scooted back a bit .. nodding ... “Yes baby. Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He held his cock in one hand — and drug it up and down my pussy coating the big purple head with my juice.
This is one of my favorite positions because it lets me see it so clearly. I love watching his black cock entering me ... stretching me ...
I didn’t look at Steve or say anything to him ... but I quickly reached for his hand ... almost slapping mine down onto his as if to say — “look”.
Robert pushed forward — sliding a few of his magnificent inches into me. I gasped ... watching it closely — squeezing Steve’s hand.
He slid it back out ... almost all the way. I watched. It was shiny and black and beautiful with my wetness showing how far he entered me.
Then he quickly pushed in further ... over half — I arched my head, clinched Steve’s hand and screamed,
“FUCK!”
“God damn you feel good, Lexi ... “
He slid out again ... repeating himself several times ... pushing in as I screamed ... pulling out ... pushing in as I panted .... pulling out. In and out until he buried himself inside me.
I was close. So very close.
That my husband was watching my pussy stretching around and taking a cock over twice his size was driving me faster and faster to orgasm.
As Robert started to really fuck me, I let go of Steve and got lost in the moment ...
“Yessssss Robert — OMG baby — FUCK ME - FUCK ME - FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!”
Normally, Robert would have slowed down to stop me from orgasming so soon ... but not tonight ...
He stood up, leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of me ... my legs, wrapped around him fell open ... wide open ... one falling toward Steve ..
Robert then started to truly fuck me ... he started to pound me the way I love him to ... taking me the way he has so many times ... to the point that all that he touches is his.
That was when it was too much .... I started screaming ... pushing and pulling on his shoulders ... my chest heaving .. my tummy balling up inside me ... my legs straight and quivering ... he just kept thrusting in and out of me ... our skin slapping against each other ... his balls slapping my ass with every thrust ... I was gone.
I can’t ever remember cumming so violently — shaking and pushing and thrashing ... this was my new addiction. Not just fucking black men — but fucking black men in front of my husband.
As I recovered, I must have looked like a mess. My hair, wet from my sweat and Robert’s sweat, was matted to my face. Both of our bodies glistened with sweat.
“Take me to my bed.”
We climbed the stairs alone. I’m not exactly sure when, but Steve would find his way there.
Robert laid me on my bed and climbed on top of me. He immediately slid inside me ... holding himself up over me as he slowly pushed in ... circling his hips as he kissed me. I love this too ... feeling him like this ... slow with long deep strokes where I can feel every inch and every contour of his cock with the silky walls of my stretched pussy. I love tightening myself around him ... clamping around it as he slides out ... and then releasing as he slides forward.
At some point, while Robert made love to me ... I looked to the doorway and saw Steve there. I’m not sure how long he was there .. but I smiled at him and then back to Robert.
“I love your big cock baby. It feels so good. You’re so deep, baby. So much better than my husband.”
I reached up and kissed him again ... sucking ... inhaling his tongue into my mouth ... but not for long.
When Robert leaned up, I could see on his face that he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer . This was his first time being watched too ... and I think the excitement of it all was pushing him to the edge as well.
He started to drive into me ... his feet extended holding his legs off the bed .. his arms holding his body above me ... he started to fuck me hard again.
I wrapped my legs around him ... holding his chest and shoulders with my hands ... he was going faster and faster ..
“Cum in me baby! Cum inside my pussy! Its your pussy, baby. Cum inside me. Give it to me!”
He thrust into me for a minute more or so and then grunted and growled ... tightening his face as he started to cum.
This is the single greatest feeling I have ever felt. With Steve, I can never tell because he’s so small and because he cums so little.
But with Robert — when he starts to cum he pushes as far as he can possibly get inside me and then just holds it there so I can feel him pulse and twitch and spasm and shoot load after load after load of cum inside me.
It never, ever fails to make me orgasm. And I did. He collapsed on top of me while I moaned and panted ... shaking ... holding him with my arms and legs.
It was amazing.
To that point, that was the greatest sexual experience of my life.
After several minutes, Robert climbed off of me and we noticed that Steve was no longer there.
For the first time, I was a little worried that I had gone too far with some of the stuff I was saying.
Robert got dressed and told me to call him the next day. He wanted to know what happened with the aftermath.
After Robert left, I went to the bathroom and dried myself as his cum dripped and ran down the inside of my legs. I got as much as I could but there was a lot!
I pulled my hair into a pony ... fixed my flushed face a bit ... put on my nightshirt and went downstairs.
I found Steve on the couch ... but not the one he watched Robert fuck me on.
I sat on the edge next to him ... facing him ... I reached for his hand and said,
“Let’s go to bed in the spare room.”
I stood up, holding his hand I led him to the spare bedroom down the hall from the living room.
We got into bed — he was laying on his back, sort of propped up on a pillow against the headboard. I was on my side next to him, propped up on my elbow.
“You know I love you, right?”
“I know Lexi.”
“Are you okay? I mean ... how are you after seein ... ”
“I’m fine. I am. It was just ...”
“Shocking?”
“Yes, Lexi. I guess you could say that.”
“Did you .... ummmm ... like it??”
“I don’t know how to describe what I felt, Lex. This is something you can’t understand.”
“I know. I know I can’t, baby. But it was good, right? I mean ... you did get excited, right??”
I reached down to feel over his shorts but he stopped me.
“Lexi, don’t.”
“Don’t what? Did you cum? Were you touching yourself while you were downstairs?”
“No, Lex. I didn’t.”
Side note: I expected this ... or at least some of this. I had read enough about the mind of cuckolds from the cuckold’s perspective that I knew he would have mixed feelings about this. Anger. Lust. Hurt. Arousal. Humiliation. My thinking was, I would need to make him cum as fast as I could to attach his orgasm to what he just witnessed. That would be the fasted way through. I wanted all the sights and sounds and smells to be firmly and clearly in his mind when he came. For that matter, I wanted the rest of his orgasms to be cuckold orgasms...but especially this one. I needed him, not to cum to imagined images of me that I created with my words ... I needed him, not to cum to porn or interracial pics — I needed him to cum to the images and sounds and smells of me cumming on Robert’s cock.
So I pressed.
I slid my hand down again ... again he tried to stop me.
“Let me baby. I want to make you feel good. K?”
I slid my hand again and he let me. He was mostly soft ... which made him feel that much smaller.
I slid my hand inside his shorts, smiled,
“There it is. I found him.”
He started to harden pretty quickly.
“You did like it, didn’t you?”
“Tell me.”
He just nodded.
“What was your favorite part, baby?”
He gave me nothing.
“The couch or the bed?”
“I don’t know Lexi. They were different.”
I stroked him a little.
“Yeah. How long did you watch upstairs?”
“Did you see all of it?”
“Yes.”
I held him tightly ... squeezing him.
“Did you see him cum inside me? Inside my pussy?”
“Fuck Lexi — yes.”
“Did you like it — watching another man cum inside me?”
“Lex...”
He was getting close — so close — I let go.
“Do you want to feel me? Do you want me to put you inside me?”
“I don’t know Lex ... “
“I want to. I want to feel you inside me baby ... k?”
“But ... “
“Its okay. Please baby — most of his cum already leaked out of me.”
He didn’t say anything. Like before, this thought both horrified him and excited him.
I didn’t ask again ... I slid his shorts down revealing his tiny dick. I swung my leg over him and easily slid him inside me. I could barely feel him.
“There ... “
I leaned forward ... my hair dangling in his face as I looked down on him.
“Is he bigger than you thought? Than you imagined?”
“Yes....”
“Longer and thicker than you, huh?”
“Yes ... “
“Like twice as big .. huh? At least.”
“Fuck Lexi ...”
I started to rock back and forth on him a little.
“Do you see why I love it so much? Why I can’t stop, baby?”
“Lex—“
“You saw how he made me cum ... you can see, right?”
“Yessss...”
“But I only love you — you know that, right?”
“Yes ... I love you t...”
“I know baby.”
“Close our eyes, cuck. Imagine it again. Picture it ... what was your favorite? The couch or the bed?”
“Fuck Lexi — the couch.”
“Mmmmm ... imagine it baby ...”
I started to rise and fall on his little dick ...
“Remember it ... how I sounded with a real man fucking me ... can you hear my screams cuck?”
“Yes ... “
“Mmmmm ... can you see his big black cock pounding in and out of my little white pussy cuckold?”
He just tensed ... I could tell he was close.
“Yes baby — cum to the images and sounds of Robert fucking me like you can’t. Imagine it ... imagine it while I fuck you with my pussy that he just came in ... cum baby ... cum for me ... “
He started to strain and buck up to me a little ...
... and then he came.
I leaned down and tenderly kissed him ... lovingly kissed him while he started to breathe normal.
“I love you so much baby. I love you even more now. You really are my little cuckold.”
